#aevin

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.