chapter 10

Eddie pushed his empty plate a few inches away from him and leaned back into his chair, glass of wine in his other hand.

“God, that was delicious. I couldn’t stop! I am so stuffed.” he labored.

Ava giggled while taking a sip. “Don’t be silly. There’s just a little bit left.” she leaned forward and scooped the final mountain of rice onto his plate.

“Ava, seriously. Why don’t you just wrap that up and have it for lunch tomorrow?”

“There’s less left than I thought. Plus, it won’t be as good tomorrow. Enjoy yourself! Eat!” she pressed, as she scraped at the pot for the last bits of curry.

“Ugh! The thing is, I totally could eat this until I literally explode.” he laughed. Ava beamed with joy as he sat back into his chair, head hanging while he chuckled.

“It’s Sunday. Relax and enjoy.” she encouraged, picking her own fork back up. Her slow delivery oozed across the table and sent tickles up his spine.

The two continued their romantic evening of eating and drinking, passing loving gazes across the table between chews and sips. Eddie couldn’t stop complimenting her cooking, and sank deep into the pearly white smile which sat softly on her plump face. They were midway through a second bottle of wine when Ava finished her glass and slumped back into her chair. She slouched for the comedic effect, arms hanging to her side. Eddie allowed his eyes to peek downward where her oversized shirt draped teasingly across her plump breasts and the feminine curve of her overstuffed tummy.

“God…” she huffed, “doesn’t it feel great to be so full? So relaxing. So satisfying...good meal, good drink, fantastic company.” she smiled, looking across the table, hand resting just beneath her breasts.

Eddie swallowed and took a deep breath. “You speak the truth,” he agreed, “though I don’t know if I can finish this...I think you gave me enough for three men.” he chuckled.

Ava rolled her eyes with a smile and struggled to her feet, slowly stepping towards him.

“I won’t throw good food away.” she spoke softly as she reached for his spoon. She scraped up a hill of leftover orange-soaked rice and scooped it onto the spoon. Slowly raising it to Eddie’s mouth, his grinning lips opened to accept. She scraped together what little rice remained and fed them to herself. She slowly and deliberately chewed each and every grain.

“Hoo!” Eddie sighed after swallowing, again falling back into his seat. “I’d get fat as hell living here.”

“Stop bringing that energy into my warm little nook. Don’t even think about that kind of stuff. Just relax and enjoy yourself!” she insisted. Ava picked up their plates and headed to the kitchen. Eddie winced as he stood in overstuffed agony and helped carry the remaining tableware to the kitchen.

“Aw, thank you, you can just put them in the sink. I’ll put them in the dishwasher in the morning.”

“Dishwasher, what a flex!”

Ava reached up for his face and planted a long, lazy kiss on his lips. Eddie closed his eyes and rested his hands on the shelf of her ass as they made out in gluttonous lethargy. He slowly leaned his body into hers, pressing her body against the counter. Like a sponge, their bodies soaked the leftover heat of the kitchen.

“Why don’t you get comfy on the couch while I place everything else in the sink.” she insisted, pulling herself away.

The couch springs whined as Eddie eased himself on, before he let himself sink deep into the cushions.

“No feast is complete without a little dessert.” he heard from the kitchen.

Eddie looked into her half-opened eyes as she approached. She walked slowly, but her thighs quaked. She curled up next to Eddie, sitting on her heels. She held a bowl with three scoops of white ice cream piled on top of a dark brown brownie, golden syrup drizzled on top. She exhaled loudly. “Though I’m already so stuffed, I might have to catch my breath first.” she giggled.

“Oh good God, Ava. What even is that!?” Eddie laughed, defeated.

“You know I had to make some brownies, too! Some vanilla bean ice cream on top with butterscotch syrup.”

“Ava, if I eat one more bite, I swear I’ll pop.”

“Suit yourself.” she smiled, lifting a spoonful to her mouth. She slowly pulled it back out through her plump lips, sparkling clean without any remnants of what now danced on her tongue and between her teeth. “Mmm,” she moaned.

Eddie felt his groin tingle as his lazy eyes locked on the white cream between her lips before her tongue peeked out to sweep it away.

“...Alright. How is it everything you do is sexy as hell?” he chuckled while a small smirk pushed itself across her face. Eddie winced as he propped himself back up on the couch. “That looks insane. I guess I’ll have a few bites.”

Ava, in a gluttonous haze, slowly lifted a full spoon up to his mouth, and bit her lip as she pulled the empty spoon back out his mouth, sucked completely clean of the creamy, sugary dessert. Eddie breathed heavily as he chewed, looking over to Ava, eyebrows raised, nodding in full approval.

Ava wouldn't speak until they finished, breaking eye-contact only to scrape at her next spoonful. She bit at her lower lip with each bite Eddie took, and she moaned in pleasure each time the spoon met her own tongue. Her eyes remained only half-open as they ate. Eddie’s intense arousal confused him as he hardened in his underwear. She slowly fed him with an intimate sensuality he had only ever known from sex.

“So good…” she whispered, pulling the spoon from his mouth for the last time. She placed the bowl on the coffee table and crashed hard into Eddie’s side. “Now…now I think we can call that a feast.”

“When you want me to get out of here, don’t wake me up, just roll me home.” Eddie moaned to Ava’s quiet laughter.

As Eddie labored to catch his breath, Ava planted her cold lips on his neck, tracing her arm up his leg. Finally, her palm met the crest of Eddie’s belly, impossibly full.

‘Tighten!’ Eddie thought, as she struggled to flex and suck his stomach in.

“Just relax…” she cooed, rubbing slow circles above his belly button. “Let me make you feel better…”

“S-sorry...” he stuttered through shallow breaths, grabbing her wrist. “Just…a little embarrassing.”

“What’s so embarrassing?” she asked, a twinge of sadness in her voice.

“I’m just so stuffed…bloated” he paused, “Look at that gut. I’m looking like a fat fuc–”

“Shhh…” she cut in. “Enough with that. There's nothing to be embarrassed of. This is what happens when people have a big meal, when they enjoy themselves. I love spoiling you and watching you eat…Let me have all of you.”

“You say that,” Eddie chuckled, “until suddenly you’re walking around with a big fatso with his arm wrapped around you.” Eddie’s face reddened as he lamented the mass piles of food he stuffed into his stomach, how he let his diet fall to ruin before it could hardly get started.

Ava drew a deep breath and sighed. She peered up into his eyes and felt her heart sink observing the disappointment in his face.

“You know what?” she asked, slightly annoyed, “Any time someone hits on me--and not to be cocky but it certainly happens enough--I have to assume that person has a thing for big girls. Tons of guys are. Why is it hard for men to appreciate the fact that plenty of women are the same?”

She lazily stretched her leg across his body, resting her calf on his lap.

“I mean I’m a big guy, and that’s cool and all, but I’m sure you don’t want to get all worked up and rip off your man’s shirt and see a big gut…”

“Look, Eddie…I get it. Sometimes I look at Cam in her little outfits and wish I was tiny like her, but then I catch my own reflection and I think, ‘damn.’ I got thighs, I’ve got hips, I’ve got an ass that turns heads–I almost broke your neck,” she snickered, “I’m thicker than thick. I’ve got a real belly and chunky arms, but the funny thing is, plenty of guys like YOU love those things, too. So to me, enjoying the things I really enjoy in this life is more important than trying to look like Cam.”

Eddie cleared his throat and blushed.

“So I get it, you have to be happy with your body. But it’s okay to indulge and enjoy without feeling guilty. And I know this is WAY less important but I’m gonna say it anyway: being completely honest, I DO want to see a big belly when I rip off your shirt. That’s the biggest reason I wanna tear that fuckin’ thing off right now.”

He scanned her face, confident and unafraid of his response. He tried to swallow through his dried throat.

“Well,” Eddie laughed, with a hint of distrust, “There’s no doubt you’d see that now. You’re trying to make me feel better. I feel like I’ve gained five pounds since we started seeing each other.”

“You’ve got to be comfortable with yourself,” Ava reinforced, smooth and without hesitation, “As a big girl, I understand that better than anybody. But, I’m not being nice. If I had my way, it would be way more than five.”

The butterflies in his stomach raged against the wave of confusion.

“We keep eating like this, I’ll probably be too big for you in no time…” Eddie laughed.

Ava pulled his shirt up, slowly untucking it from his waistband. She placed a warm palm on his belly.

“I wouldn’t worry about that.” she whispered.

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