Once, a friend invited over to their house for dinner along with a few other friends. We all showed up and started chatting in the living room while dinner was cooking. During the conversation, his roommate starts talking about her gluten allergy and how dinner, which was pasta, was going to affect her, but was delicious and therefore worth it. She starts describing how eating pasta makes her so bloated that she looks pregnant and, right in the middle of her description, suddenly stops and looks at me saying, "Are you looking at my belly?"
I didn't think I was, maybe a glance, but I was startled at being called out like that and of course denied it, to which she moved on and continued. Later, before dinner, I notice I had received a text from her. The text said, "How much should I eat for dinner?" I was on edge as I didn't know if or how she knew what I liked as I had not told anyone she knew and was nervous about being exposed, but this seemed like an opportunity. Trying to remain vague, I simply replied, "Impress me."
I saw her check her phone and then she made eye contact with me before saying out loud to everyone, "I'm starving guys, I might eat all the pasta myself and leave you all with nothing if you're not quick." As dinner was finished, she proceeded to serve herself a huge plate of pasta and devour it, then a second plate just as big, then a third. I was truly impressed, but she remained pretty quiet during and after dinner, not drawing any extra attention to the subject. I thought perhaps it was nothing and I was just reading into it too much. Shortly after dinner myself and my other friends that I had carpooled with said goodbye and left for home.
As I sat in the backseat of the car alone and disappointed that nothing came of this girl's teasing me with her belly, I got another text and checked my phone. It was from her. It read, "I'm so full I think I'm going to be sick or explode. Do I look pregnant enough for you to let me come over?" Along with the text was a picture, a standard bathroom selfie of her standing in profile with her shirt pulled up and tucked into her bra, her pants unbuttoned, and her hand cradling a massively bloated belly. She really did look genuinely pregnant. Of course I said she could come over.
Shortly after I was dropped off at home and had settled in, there was a knock at the door and I answered it. It was her and she stepped inside wearing a coat as it was cold out. She took off her coat and handed it to me, revealing her pants were still unbuttoned and she had changed into a tight t-shirt that rode up and left her swollen belly exposed. She rubbed her bare belly and very deliberately waddled over to my couch before slowly sitting down. She put her hands on her belly and said something along the lines of, "I almost couldn't make it to your door because this belly is so heavy. What do you think?" I was stunned by this woman I barely knew showing up and playing into my preferences without my telling her about them so I didn't really know what to think. I told her it looked good on her, but what did she want me to do. She got up and waddled over to me, pressing her belly against me so I could feel how tightly stuffed it was and said, "Do you think you can help me feel better?" As she pressed into me, a loud belch forced itself out of her and she slapped her hand over her mouth in shock, her eyes going wide. "Oh my god, I didn't mean to do that!" She shouted. What she didn't know was that was the part that pushed me over the edge of not caring why she was doing what she was doing and I pulled her in right after. It was a fun night.
