I am a bit shy about posting this but please let me know what you think.

I have so many different versions of similar scenarios in my head, I really need to write more of them down...

I changed a few things from the original and left out the NSFW stuff for obvious reasons but...it exists.

Spicy kink stuff or something

It had been a while since she had last stayed over. I felt a bit nervous, but I didn’t have too much head space to think about her nor the tension, that had been there last time, since I had multiple things cooking on the stove. The kitchen was filled with the delicious smell of gravy with an undertone of slow cooked ragout. It required hours in the kitchen which I appreciated, regarding the circumstances. I always got nervous before meeting her but today my mind wandered off more often than usual. I tried not to think about what she could be wearing so I wouldn’t burn the mashed potatoes. I was certain she’d like what I was cooking, and I got a bit excited thinking about her reaction. I checked the food one last time then quickly set the table. Humming I opened the lid of the pot with the beef. It was perfectly cooked. I smiled and right as I was closing the pot the doorbell rang. Surprised, I jumped a little and hurried to open the door.

The view took my breath away. “Hi! Am I too early?” When I had found my words again, I shook my head, smiled and asked her to come in. “You’re always early.” I said laughing while I took her coat. She was wearing a black dress that beautifully hugged her curves. She looked stunning. “Well, I can see you are still busy.” she said with an amused grin. That was when I realized that I was still wearing the cooking apron over my shirt. “Oh right…”, I blushed, “The food is ready and you came just in time. I didn’t want to let you wait at the door.” I said apologetically. “You do look quite cute, really professional.” she laughed as she followed me into the kitchen. While she went to the bathroom to freshen up, I had time to take of the apron and prepare the plates. A portion of mashed potatoes accompanied by the ragout and the gravy, followed by a pair with some cranberry jam. “That smells delicious.” I had not heard her come back but now that I turned around there she was, elegantly leaning against the counter observing me. “W-well, I hope it’ll taste the same.” I said with a shy smile. She eyed the full plated and smirked. “Oh, I’m sure it will.” Her tone let a shiver run down my spine, but I tried to ignore it and offered her something to drink while she sat down. “Do you have sparkling wine?” she asked while I set down our plates. “Let me check.” That was an odd request, however I was determined to make the evening enjoyable, even if it required sparkling wine. Luckily, I found a bottle, quickly filled two glasses and set them on the table. “Please dig in.” I said with a smile while I sat down. “Well, finally.” she said, winked and we started eating.

We ate in silence for a while. I tried not to watch her eat, I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but I couldn't help but notice her appetite. It seemed like she liked it. She lifted her glass into the air and said “We definitely should toast to this fantastic dish you made!” I smiled and raised my glass. We clinked glasses and both took a sip, as one does. I put my glass down and resumed eating. I hadn’t noticed that her glass wasn’t back on the table. A couple of seconds after that thought she put it down, half empty, and also resumed eating. I wasn’t one to judge, but I sometimes just couldn’t help but notice such things. Especially around her. It puzzled me a bit that she had chosen sparkling wine to accompany the dish, a lot of people didn’t like the bubbles since they made them gassy, but she didn’t seem to mind. If she kept drinking at that rate, she’d have a hard time keeping it in… I blushed at the thought and tried not to look up so she wouldn’t notice it. She didn’t seem to, she was just enjoying her dinner. I should try to focus on mine.

As I looked up a bit later her glass was empty and her plate half full. I tried not to make a surprised face and offered her more of the wine. She accepted and we resumed eating, accompanied by a light conversation about work. “This is really good! I think I need more.” she said and I could feel the blood rush to my face. How had she finished that plate so quickly? “O-of course!” I said with an embarrassed smile and filled her plate again. “I absolutely need the recipe!” she said, stifling a burp. I blushed, nodded, and put her plate down. How was I supposed to just sit there and finish my plate while my brain couldn’t stop thinking about her, here, eating like she was starving, enjoying herself without a care in the world? She didn't seem to be shy about her appetite at all! I didn't want her to be. But I couldn't stop thinking-I lightly shook my head to get rid of the thoughts so I could at least finish my plate and take part in the conversation she was trying to have. “Is everything okay?” she asked and I froze when I realised that she had seen my head shake. “O-oh…yes. Yeah, my mind just wandered for a second.” I tried to apologise. She grinned and I quickly sat back down.

Luckily, she talked more about her work which gave me the opportunity to finally finish my own plate. I squinted at hers just to see that she too was almost finished eating and her glass was empty too. “…so that is a bit annoying sometimes but other than that I can’t really compla- hicuUrp! -oh, excuse me!” She put a hand to her mouth, but she seemed rather amused than embarrassed. My mind had wandered off again when that sudden hiccup brought me back. I could feel my cheeks redden and I couldn’t meet her eyes. I got up a bit too enthusiastic to offer her more wine. She gave me a confused look but then agreed with a smirk. The bottle was empty. Damn it. Or lucky me? “If you don’t mind, I’ll quickly go check the wine cellar.” I said. “Of course, no problem. Before you run of, may I take some more?” More? I gulped. “Oh....yes of course...go ahead. There’s enough!” I said as I took the empty bottle and went to get more wine.

Walking down the hallway all kinds of thoughts crossed my mind. If she wasn’t shy at all, how was I supposed to have a normal conversation with her after dinner? With the amount she’d drink until then she’d probably be pretty gassy....she definitely was polite about it, not question, but she wasn’t shy. She didn’t get awkward about it, and she didn’t pay much attention to it either. I couldn’t just get up every time she’d hiccup or stifle a burp to do random tasks. But if she’d see me blush every time she would know something was up. In the cellar I had found the bottle I was looking for and I was on my way back when I heard a loud hiccup followed by a soft moan coming from the dining room. "HIC!-hmmh..." I felt how I stared to blush again and I had to hide behind the door frame until I had the impression that my face looked kind of normal again. This was going to be harder than I thought.

I entered the room. “I found it!” she turned around with a smile. Quickly, I opened the bottle, refilled our glasses and sat down. She had slowed down as if she was savouring each bite. I watched as she finished her third plate and washed everything down with a big sip of wine. She put the glass down and muffled a burp into her fist, leaned back. "Brrewwrp!" She emptied the rest of her glass as well and set it down. I watched as she gulped down the fizzy liquid. With a content sigh she set the glass down and patted her belly. Our gaze met and I immediately started at my empty plate. Did she see how I was looking at her? “Do you want to give me your plate? That’s the least I can do after you probably spent a long time in the kitchen.” her warm voice brought me some comfort. “Oh yeah, thank you!” she took both our plates and got up to put them in the sink. Without really thinking about it I let my gaze follow her silhouette, eyed her up and down. My eyes stopped at her belly. The dress was stretching quite a bit from all the food and liquid, and she was visibly bloated. She didn't seem to mind, she wasn't trying to hide it at all. That is..so hot...I noticed that I was staring and quickly looked at my glass. I should probably drink this.

I took a few sips and said "I thought we could have some ice cream for dessert.” She didn't say anything. Suddenly, I felt her hands on my shoulders. She wasn’t putting her full weight on me and still I could feel how much heavier she was. So heavy...Instinctively I took a sharp breath. It didn’t help that I could feel her breath on my neck. “That sounds lovely…” There it was again, that tone that made my mind go blank. She took her hands away and leaned onto the table next to my chair. I tried not to stare at her belly. "I-I f you want to we can watch a movie.” I suggested. “The couch definitely is more comfortable than these chairs.” She nodded and smiled. I offered her some more wine and then made us two bowls of ice cream. At this point I had completely forgotten about my glass. I could feel her gaze on me and when I turned around with both bowls she didn’t even try to hide that she was observing me. I handed her a bowl and she followed me to the couch, grabbing her full glass on the way there.

“Are you going to be okay because the second bottle is about to be half empty...” I said a bit worried. She chuckled. “Ah, don’t worry about me, I got enough on my hips to handle it.” she said grinning and patted her full tummy. It jiggled slightly. The movement stirred up some gas and she hiccuped loudly. “HIC! Oh my!” she just laughed. I could feel my cheeks redden again and quickly started to pick out a movie so she wouldn’t notice. “That one sounds interesting!” she said while putting a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. I had not been paying attention what movies I was scrolling though because I was still trying to get her words out of my mind. “Which one do you mean exactly?” I asked, trying not to act suspicious. “The one on the top right.” I started the movie and let my gaze wander to her, eating her ice cream, comfortably leaning back, her belly pushing against the tight dress. She did look more bloated than before. I tried to focus on the movie, but it wasn’t really interesting. She set the empty bowl on the little table in front of the couch and rubber her belly, not noticing that I was still observing her. I just couldn't take my eyes of her. I was about to set my empty bowl on the table when I hear a loud burp. “BoouuUrp!-exscuse me! Phew...I must admit I am quite stuffed.” she said, rubbing her bloated tummy. She had an embarrassed look on her face. “Don’t worry about it. Is here anything I can do to make you feel better?” I asked politely. I was hoping she'd suggest bringing her a tonic water or giving her some space. She chuckled. “Oh, I am alright. But I might feel even better after some belly rubs.” R-rubs? I froze. "Uhm…yeah...of course...” was this really happening?

I slid closer to her and tried to hide my nervousness. She put her arm around me and I shyly moved my hand toward her abdomen. She continued watching the movie so I softly laid my hand on her bloated belly and started rubbing in circles. A change went through her body, barely noticeable. She seemed to enjoy it, she closed her eyes a little and relaxed even more. I could feel the gas bubble under my hand, and she let out a small burp followed by a little moan. "Uurp...mmh." My mind went blank again. “Oops.” Her apology wasn't sincere, she wasn't even sorry a bit. And it had taken me all evening to realize that this was just a game to her. As if she had read my mind she lifted up her glass and emptied it with a big sip and set it back down. I wasn’t fast enough to take my hand away when she leaned forward, and my hand got stuck between her bloated belly and her thighs. She just chuckled at my shocked face and leaned back, freeing my poor hand.

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a WIP from last year that i'll revisit eventually ^_T

Made this at 3AM•

Im using FL studio.

My project Kasarinova music releases single called November.

Its a story about lost love.

A touch of 80s music.

Hope u guys appreciate the melody.

Malay/Indonesian language.

https://youtu.be/Hnj6C5qaSIk