A new Dreamer

I bought some lunch with me. Well, dinner since it was late night, technically. She loves shrimp. Like loves it. With how much she drooled over it and danced for the patrons, I know she would love a nice mouthful. I packed my swim trunks, packed my food… I had a plan today. That was to pretend like I was doing a standard duty of tank cleaning. Obviously, something or someone keeps it all cleaned up in there, but what can I say— I’m horny and I needed to… well.

Whatever. I got there and I did my duty.

Aevin was… definitely tired when I showed up to cover the shift of someone closing— I never bothered learning her name but she didn’t like her job was all I knew. Aevin’s face was flushed under the water, but she still made her dances, did her little sways… until she saw me.

Oh, she rocked her hips a little bit faster, much to the enjoyment of the people there. Something about today had everyone in a frenzy— that was until I saw why. Well. I heard why.

What came out of Aevin was a crushing whine— both from her and her middle, having grown smaller. It sank into her body, the pudge that hang from her middle pressed inward by the water. It squelched, her stomach contracting, the sound loud enough to slip through the glass. She winced, but still put on a happy face for the onlookers, blowing a heart-shaped bubble at them as they all held their food at her. She was hurting, but she was enjoying this. She had to be, because I knew. I knew exactly what she wanted. She wouldn’t deny herself a meal if she didn’t.

It took so much willpower to keep my pants from exploding anytime her stomach gurgled. It went from a gentle bellow to a long, drawn out whine that had little snarls and protests in-between the long, loud ones.

She had to know. She had to know that I wanted her. Fuck, she was right by my head every time. Sometimes, patrons would show up, waving food around, only for her to swim next to me and put on a little show. I didn’t know what she was doing behind me, but her belly was pressed right to the glass—it had to be. I could hear every squelching clench. Every deep groan, every little protest that her poor strained gut was making.

When I looked up at her, she was dragging her tongue along the glass, belly and breasts smushed to the surface behind me. Drool hovered in the water, strands of spittle contrasting with the clear water…

Our first break, I sped to the top of the tank, got to the bathroom and… Well, fuck, I made sure I had everything I needed.

I had to keep appearances. Put the signage out for a returning show after a break, wrote my name down on the water cleaning and… well. I waited.

Aevin came up, clutching her stomach. If she had thighs, I swear she’d be rubbing them together with how she was swimming in the water. Her nose caught something as soon as she surfaced. Frantically she sniffed the air right when I brought out my snack.

Her belly howled, and she held it tighter, whimpering.

Fuck. She must have saw me try to keep myself from losing it.

I’ll be honest— I didn’t plan ahead much. I had my feet in the water first, the meal I packed for myself in my hands. I dropped in, but immediately forgot that I couldn’t really swim, or float if both of my hands were occupied. I’ll admit— I was a little embarrassed when Aevin hoisted me up out of the water and set me close enough to the other side, but she did; propped me up right under some boxes, made sure that my shoulders were rested against something that would keep me upright. I was worried at first—I thought I wasn’t in the right space. Hell, some of the shrimp fell into the water’s surface and I was so sure I’d be fired if I didn’t clean that up immediately. When Aevin swam off to collect whatever food that fell in, I figured I was finished.

But… Aevin had every piece in her hand. She gave them to me, drooling, huffing through her nose.

The waters vibrated, her organ squeezed tightly as she put them back in the plastic container. She got close to me. Really close. The water was cold— too cold for any normal person to sit in for too long, but she pressed herself against me.

Her mouth was held open just enough that I could see the drops of spittle dripping from her lip.

She was pressed right up against my shaft.

I thought I was doing too much— feeling too much, but she rolled her bottom half, the water sloshing. Burning away what nothing was still in her systems. She pressed her palm to her mouth, licking the salty taste of seasoning left behind on her digits.

I felt her belly vibrate against me, her stomach contracted in on itself— that soft, pliable flesh quivering against my. Member right behind my trunks.

Fuck…

I almost dropped the shrimp again. Carefully, I took one out— one that wasn’t splashed in water. Her eyes darted to it immediately. Again, another deep, painful gurgle tore through her— enough that she stopped her gyrating. She curled into me, panting, head close to mine, hands trembling on the surface of the glass behind me.

The water wasn’t so cold anymore to me.

“Want some?” I asked in as snide a tone I could muster. Her abdomen trembled, she squeezed her eyes shut. A nod. Admission.

I cruelly ate the food in front of her.

The shrimp was alright—the shrimp at work was better than what I made, but her reaction…

No, her body’s reaction. As soon as I ate it, she whimpered as her belly spoke louder, roaring at me, the vibrations alone shaking my cock. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning, but she didn’t have to hold herself back. She leaned harder against me, tongue lolled, drooling all over my chest as I indulged in every bite. I took little nibbles while her eyes stared longingly, I bit some whole, dangling that precious food in front of her face before I ate it.

I made her open her mouth. Clutching her cheeks with one hand, I dragged the taste of the shrimp along her buds with the other. Every second I teased her, that beautiful stomach was throwing a fit, bellowing deeply before rising to a painful squelching— sloshing here and there, squeezing around the phantom of food only to cry louder than before. Every minute vibration got me closer and closer…

Holy fuck, she was grinding her starved belly against me, whining— nearly crying out every time her gut made a sound.

I… Well, I finished. I didn’t want to make a mess of the water—as soon as I felt it coming it was hard to stop. But, before I did, she pulled away from me. Hands clutched the head of my member still trapped behind my trunks. She held it just as I came.

Every drop must have landed in her hand because when she resurfaced, she dragged her tongue along her palm…

And just like that, she disappeared into the water.

I had to let the cold water nearly freeze me before I made an attempt to get out. Whatever was in the water, I made sure to clean up whatever I could.

On the third day… I gave Aevin a little snack, I guess… I didn’t think I’d get this far.

Fuck. I don’t know why this shit is so hot to me. I guess as a kid I was always fascinated with the sound the stomach makes. Always wondered how loud it could get. Like, if it’d really try to claw its way out of the body…

It’s only day two and I’m struggling not to ruin my chances with this job. I need the money, but I wonder if it’s worth having the time of my life with Aevin. I get to tummy fuck, a mermaid to keep empty—

Okay. Let me actually write about my day before I start getting fucked up.

It had been a full 24 hours since Aevin’s had anything. And I mean anything. I was instructed to try and fish out any remains in her tank, expecting there to be like. Shrimp tails or chum or something, but the water was still as chilly and clear as it was yesterday. I didn’t really want to think about the semantics of that, but that’s not what got me today. Aevin popped up during my shift. It was a little before the evening show. Her movements were a little sluggish, but she put on a cheerful face. That is, until her belly belted out a hollow groan that made little ripples in the water. I fucking stopped dead in my tracks when I heard that— I thought there was a loose bolt and the metal flooring was about to give.

She swam up to me while I had the net in the water. I was watching her eyes kind of… scan the green mesh, like— Like she was looking, or hoping for scraps, but since there were none, she put her hand on her stomach and rubbed it, pressing her fingers into the doughy flesh while floating on her back.

All the while, she was like. Staring at me.

I mean. I asked her a few questions. If she was… like. Okay. I guess she understood because she nodded. Her gut protested otherwise— fuck. She squeezed her fingers around it, her chest heaved, her body trembling…

I have to confess in here so that I don’t get caught by HR. I knew she was hungry. I grabbed some food from the bar. I… Well. I offered her some.

Oh, god, her stomach like. Squeezed. Like I could see her eyes light up, only to dim as soon as her gut clenched. She swam close to me when I sat myself down. I was going against HR’s regulations, but I thought… Beyond how turned on I was, maybe this was cruel?

But like… As soon as the loudspeaker spoke about the next show, she stopped. Briefly, she looked at me and her stomach released its tension, that squelching stomach groaning inside of her, loud enough for my ears to pick up. Again, she like… winced. Bit her bottom lip. Breathed funny as she glanced at me, then back at the food…

Fuck, I was turning red. I was afraid she’d see me turned on.

She… smiled. She gave her stomach a pat. Like. Beckoning. And then she dove back down to do her show.

She was still performing well, but like… Fuck, I think she knew. She had to have. She had pressed herself to the glass again, but she kept making glances at me. God, this group of guys had waved around some shrimp and she followed it, tongue out like a dog waiting for a treat. Oh, how her belly roared against the glass. She rolled her hips along with it, her gut must have been hurting. But she performed all the same— somehow still so energetic and bubbly…

When no one was around, though, she let the mask slip. She was empty. Rubbing her stomach. Staring at people with the Fresh Catch meals.

It was when I was just… keeping the area clean she tapped on the glass. I thought there was trouble. I went over— figured it could be fixed, but. No. She had her… whole body smushed against the frame. Eyes half-lidded, mouth tightly pursed, teeth clenching down on her bottom lip. When I met her eyes, I… I went closer. Like. Made sure the coast was clear, the cameras weren’t pointed my way. And I came up. She looked down. Down to her belly. I put my hands against the glass separating us. Directly against the surface where her soft stomach was and…

Fuck… It growled at me. She huffed as it did, bubbles leaving her lips. The glass vibrated, her body shuddered—I could hear it clearly, even with the water separating us. She squeaked as her stomach clenched tight, her belly almost barking out strained squelches in sequence, before it finally went silent. Swaying her hips, she met my eyes, looked away and pressed her whole arm across her middle.

I… Don’t know how I kept my composure for the rest of my shift. She swam away after that, back to putting on her show, but I know she knew. She knew I was into this, or maybe other people were into it. Was that her way of being nice after I offered food? Or… or is she into this too? She could have taken the food no problem, but maybe—

Maybe she was looking out for me, but then… she noticed what I was doing and how I reacted and just… Decided not to pursue? But then why did she—

Gah. No, I’m horny. Fuck, I want to tease her more. I want to be crueler. I want to hold the next lunch I get just above her mouth and rip it away at the last minute. She has to like it— she wouldn’t have denied herself the chance and teased me if she didn’t like that feeling. I know her belly would feel so good… Fuck, everything about her would feel like heaven, especially with a gut that snarls so loud it slips through the fucking glass. She’s got three more days, and I want to make it so much worse for her so that the stuffing feels all the more better. Wanting to make that belly tight and full, making it a taut ball.... I have to do something. I need this.

If I could have a single moment with her just once…

Fuck.

Day 1

I wanted to keep a little diary here to record my time being a zookeeper here at TUM, The Uncatalogued Museum. An exotic animal zoo wasn’t really on my job search, but this was the only place that was hiring, and I thought it would be a good thing to put on my resume. My job isn’t too bad; I clean up pens, I maintain some of the functions, run the shows, yada yada. Nothing too crazy. I think it’s the creatures here that are crazy. There’s a werewolf here that they bring out during moonlight hours, a few mothmen and women, hell, I managed the pens of the Loch Ness a few weeks ago before I was put on my newest assignment today.

I guess I should have started this diary on the first day of the job, but I guess now’s a good time than any.

So I’m taking care of a mermaid.

Or, I guess the higher ups said ‘overseeing’.

Aevin’s her name. She’s… well, she’s a really pretty thing. Beautiful scales on her lower half, her upper half is about as covered as you’d think. Billowing hair, pretty eyes… Kinda chubby, which…

Well. Shit, that’s hot.

I’m glad I can keep this somewhere private. Half of the creatures here are hot as fuck. Which is weird when I think about the fact that this zoo’s open to the public. Then again, bars are public spaces and this place has a lot of food and alcohol to go around. Never questioned it till now, but fuck it whatever. When I was introduced to her, she didn’t speak at all. She waved, smiled and all that when she surfaced from her water, but that was about it before she had to dive back down and do a show.

I think the instructions given to me by the higher-ups were what made me want to start this diary. My supervisor told me what she was like— very sweet, gentle, all that, but then he said that she tends to get greedy. As a way to train her, he said that her food should come from the patrons that watch her show. I mean, that sounds fair, right?

I guess the strangest thing was that I was told not to provide her with food directly until ‘Feeding day’.

Like… okay?

I figured it’d be like those shows at the aquarium. Every so few hours in the day, there’s a feeding time and then that was it. Rinse repeat.

I got to actually see a show while I was doing my talks this evening. Aevin’s particular skills are a sight to watch. She goes up to people, presses herself to the glass, blows bubbles. Swims around, does a few twirls under water…

Not one person gave her anything though. And since I was prohibited from feeding her until that day came around.

…Which gets me to… This part.

I said it was weird for the zoo to do this. I know. But. I happen to have… a thing for this. Hunger.

I hate being hungry myself. I get cranky. Hurts like hell. Anyone else? That’s hot as fuck.

Big bellies, thin bellies. Big bellies turn to thin bellies the longer they’re left without food. That’s… really hot to me. I don’t know if the higher ups knew, or if they assigned me to her because of that, but what I knew was Aevin was definitely hungry by the time the Zoo closed and I did my final duties. I didn’t notice it at first. She kept appearances while I did my thing, but during the silences, I noticed she did… well…

She.. She pushed her stomach to the glass one time. The soft flesh squished against the surface of the glass where someone was standing; some guy with some cocktail shrimp. She was swaying her hips around, rubbing her belly against the glass. She blew a few bubbles, but with the way she was breathing, she definitely was peckish after doing her ob for so long. That’s when I heard it. Her belly.

I was right next to her, but it was as if I heard it clearly. A low whine that made her stop her little dance she was doing and look pleadingly at the man. He smiled, put his hand against the glass where her tummy was. As soon as that interaction was done, and he left, she went right back to her routine of swimming.

I’ll admit. I was… well, a little turned on. Granted, I was working, cleaning up whatever trash was near the glass, so I couldn’t really do anything about it, but for that to come out of her after all day…

I didn’t really do much after that. I mean, by the time that happened, it was close to closing and we had to lock up. But…

God, all I can do is imagine how much noise her stomach is making now. She’s all in that cold tank, probably clutching her stomach… No, not yet. I don’t think she’s there yet. I think it’s going to need to be a few more days before the real results happen. I need to see those results. I want to have her tummy groaning. I need it.

…I don’t know if she’ll let me touch it though. Maybe. Maybe … Ugh. The ‘Big Show” is supposed to be in the next five days. I don’t know if I can wait that long.