The city was fading into early twilight as Holly and Ariel made their way up the stairs, laughter echoing in the old apartment hallway. Holly’s fingers were laced tightly with Ariel’s, and neither of them seemed willing, or able, to let go for even a second.

  They’d barely closed the distance from the curb to the front door before Holly’s restraint began to unravel. She was all radiant energy and urgent affection, her eyes never straying from Ariel’s lips for long. By the time they reached Holly’s apartment, the air between them hummed with the heat of a secret kept all day.

  Holly fumbled with her keys, her other hand roaming up Ariel’s back, tracing the curve of her spine through her cardigan. When the door finally swung open, Holly was already pulling Ariel close, pressing her back against the frame, their mouths meeting in a hungry, tangled kiss. Ariel gave a delighted, startled little gasp, grinning into the kiss as Holly nudged them inside.

  The door swung shut with a soft thud, Holly’s foot finding it almost without thought. Her coat hit the floor first, followed by Ariel’s bag. They didn’t even bother with the lights; the golden afternoon glow spilling through the windows was enough.

  Ariel murmured, breathless, “If I’d known a promotion would get this reaction…”

  Holly’s lips brushed her ear, hot and teasing. “Keep climbing, Red. I’ll just have to celebrate you every time you level up.”

  Ariel’s laughter was a low, thrilled sound, her hands slipping under the hem of Holly’s sweater, fingers dancing across her waist. “You’re insatiable.”

  Holly answered with a mock-offended gasp, kissing her harder. “You’re the one who came barging into my café, kissing me like you owned the place.”

  Ariel broke the kiss just long enough to say, “I do own you, though.”

  Holly’s eyes flashed, mischief and adoration mingling in her grin. “You do now, Director.”

  Their mouths met again, slower now, savoring the closeness. They moved together in awkward, giggly tandem, stumbling through the entryway, bumping into the side table, barely pausing to kick off their shoes. Holly’s hands trailed up Ariel’s arms, settling at her cheeks, framing her face as she deepened the kiss, pressing every ounce of pride and hunger into it.

  Ariel pressed her forehead to Holly’s, voice trembling with want. “I need you.”

  Holly kissed her softly, then murmured, “You'll have me. I’ll feed you, kiss you, pin you to every wall in this apartment...”

  Ariel laughed, the sound dissolving into another heated kiss, her hands tangling in Holly’s hair.

  They tumbled together through the living room, Holly’s lips never straying far from Ariel’s jaw, cheek, or mouth. Ariel’s cardigan slipped off, caught on the arm of the sofa as they passed. Holly tugged her close, pressing a trail of kisses along Ariel’s jawline.

  “You know,” Holly teased, breath hot against Ariel’s ear, “if you keep looking at me like that, I'm not letting you get anything else done tonight.”

  Ariel, flushed and grinning, whispered, “Good. I only want you. Right now.”

  Holly pressed Ariel up against the wall, hands roaming with familiar confidence. She slipped her palms around Ariel’s waist, then lower, cupping and squeezing the plush rolls at her hips and sides, fingers curling in the soft give there. The past month had seen Ariel’s body change, grow even softer, her curves more pronounced, a transformation that Holly noticed with every hungry, adoring touch.

  “God, Red,” Holly breathed against Ariel’s lips, “this dress barely made it, huh?”

  Ariel giggled, her cheeks flushed, eyes alight. “It’s your fault. You keep spoiling me. Feeding me. Craving me.”

  Holly’s thumbs traced lazy circles over the fabric straining at Ariel’s hips. “Can you blame me? Look at you. I love every inch. Every...” she gave Ariel’s side a playful squeeze, “...new curve.”

  Ariel’s breath hitched, melting into another kiss, more urgent now. Holly guided her, never breaking contact, until the backs of Ariel’s knees hit the couch. They collapsed together in a heap of tangled limbs and laughter, Ariel’s dress riding up, revealing more of her soft, pale thighs.

  Holly was immediately on her, straddling Ariel’s lap, her hands sliding under the hem to grip those same side rolls, kneading and exploring every new softness. Ariel shivered, caught between laughter and need, her hands drifting up Holly’s sides, clutching at her sweater.

  “You just want an excuse to buy me new clothes,” Ariel teased, her voice low, teasing.

  “Mm, maybe,” Holly replied, nosing along Ariel’s jaw, kissing the corner of her mouth. “But honestly, I like you best when you’re about to burst out of whatever you’re wearing.”

  Ariel grinned, arching into her, their bodies pressing close, every inch of contact electric.

  For a long, heated moment, the only sounds were their mingled breaths and the soft rustle of fabric as Holly’s hands roamed, worshipful, greedy, never quite still. She cupped Ariel’s belly, pressed a kiss just below her ear, then whispered, “You’re perfect.”

  Ariel’s answer was a wordless sound, a half-moan, half-laugh, pulling Holly back down into another kiss, deeper this time, her hands tangled in golden hair.

  The couch creaked beneath them, but neither cared. The world was small, golden, and full of hunger, pride, and the sweet certainty of belonging.

  Ariel’s hands found Holly’s hips, her grip suddenly firmer, eyes dark and full of hungry intent. She pulled Holly down until they were nose-to-nose, Ariel’s smile blooming into something wicked and electric.

  With a low, sultry voice, Ariel whispered, “Feed me. Ruin this dress.”

  For a heartbeat, time froze. Holly’s eyes widened, her breath catching, the look in her eyes going hot and wild, primal, full of delight and longing. Then she let out a shaky, breathless laugh and launched herself to her feet.

  “Say less, Director,” Holly grinned, eyes blazing. She darted to the kitchen like a woman possessed, flinging open cabinets and raiding the fridge. Within seconds, she was piling her arms with anything she could find: leftover pastries, half a chocolate cake, a quart of milk, the rest of the bagels from breakfast, and a tub of frosting she’d been saving for a lazy Sunday.

  She returned in a flurry, breathless, cheeks pink, arms loaded. She dumped her haul onto the coffee table and then dropped to her knees in front of Ariel, eyes raking up and down her form, her dress already riding dangerously high.

  “There's no turning back now,” Holly growled, voice thick with devotion and mischief. “You asked for it. Let’s see how much you can take.”

  Ariel’s lips parted in anticipation, her laughter full of anticipation and trust. Ready, eager, and burning with love.

  The rest of the world faded away as Holly tore open the first container, feeding Ariel with trembling, reverent hands, each bite a promise, every glance a spark.

  Holly dropped to her knees between Ariel’s thighs, her arms brimming with food. She gazed up at Ariel, lips parted, her hands already trembling with anticipation.

  Ariel reclined back on the couch, her breath coming in quick, excited bursts, the dress already tight across her belly. Her eyes never left Holly, a deep-seated hunger roiling up inside her.

  Holly was the first to speak, her voice low, every word a vow, “Open up, Red. You want to ruin that dress? I’ll give you everything I’ve got. I want to see you swell so full you can’t move.”

  Ariel shivered at the promise, her laughter breathless. “Don’t stop until I beg you to. I want to feel every bite. Fill me up, Hol. Make me yours.”

  Holly grinned, wild and beautiful, and brought a pastry to Ariel’s lips. Ariel opened, eyes fluttering shut as Holly pressed it in, crumbly, buttery, sweet. She chewed and swallowed, already moaning for more.

  Holly kept feeding her: cake, thick with frosting, which she spread with her fingers and pressed to Ariel’s lips. “You’re gorgeous like this,” Holly murmured. “So greedy, so perfect. I could do this every night and never get tired of it.”

  Ariel swallowed, licking frosting from Holly’s thumb, then sucked it clean. “I want it all, Hol. Everything you’ve got. I want to feel you worship me with every bite.”

  Holly pressed the spoon into the frosting and brought it to Ariel’s mouth, her eyes raking over every curve pressing tight against the dress. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want to make you need new clothes every month. You belong to me, every inch.”

  Ariel’s cheeks burned, her belly swelling beneath the relentless attention. She let out a needy whimper, letting her hands wander up Holly’s arms and into her hair, dragging her in for a sticky, frosting-sweet kiss.

  “Don’t stop,” Ariel murmured against her lips, voice trembling with hunger and heat. “I want you to break me. I want this dress ruined. I want you to remember this every time you see every bite, every bulge, every mark you put on my body.”

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  Bite after bite, Holly lavished Ariel with food, the messier the better: dripping chocolate cake, swirls of frosting on her tongue, soft bagel bites stuffed into her eager mouth. Each mouthful came with praise, filthy encouragement, love and awe so raw Ariel almost sobbed with it.

  Ariel’s words tumbled out, shameless and hot: “Fucking grab me. Claim me.”

  Holly’s hands gripped Ariel’s belly, feeling the swell, the tightness of the dress. She kissed every spot she could reach, then fed Ariel another bite, moaning with her as Ariel chewed and swallowed. Ariel let herself surrender, letting Holly see every bit of hunger and love.

  In that tiny living room, there was no shame, only joy. Just two women lost in each other, in their desires, in the delicious act of loving and being loved exactly as they were. Pure, honest, and burning.

  For half an hour, they moved in a dizzy rhythm. Holly, determined and loving, pressed food after food to Ariel’s lips; Ariel, breathless and flushed, eagerly taking it all in, her belly rounding, her breath growing heavier, her dress riding higher indulgent bite. The apartment was filled with the soft sounds of pleasure and praise, and the air was thick with heat.

  Ariel’s belly pushed up against the fabric, her sides swelling soft and round. Holly was relentless, beaming with pride as she watched the dress ride up, her hands always returning to Ariel’s body, kneading and admiring every new inch. “You’re taking it so well, baby,” Holly murmured, fingers gently tracing the seam along Ariel’s side. “I can feel it. You’re so damn full. How does it feel?”

  Ariel could only moan, swallowing another bite of cake, hands clinging to Holly’s hips for grounding. “So good,” she gasped, voice thick and needy. “I can’t stop… I don’t want to.”

  Holly’s eyes gleamed with adoration, her voice low and rough. “Don’t stop. I want you right at your limit. I want you wrecked for me.”

  The minutes blurred, their touches messier, their words devolving into a fever of desire and encouragement.

  The dress lost its hold and rode completely up, revealing the fullness of Ariel's belly. The seam on the dress began to tear at the side.

  Holly pulled back just enough to look down, her eyes widening as she saw it: the seam along Ariel’s dress, pulled past its breaking point, had given way with a little rip, the fabric straining to contain her.

  For a second, Ariel’s heart hammered, a bolt of shock running through her...then a surge of pure arousal, deeper and hotter than before. She stared at the burst seam, her mouth falling open. “Oh my god,” she breathed, dazed and wild. “You actually did it. You stuffed me until—oh—”

  Holly’s lips curled into a primal, wicked grin. Her hand moved to stroke the exposed skin, squeezing the plush roll peeking out. “Look at you,” she whispered, almost reverent. “You busted your dress for me, Red.”

  Ariel whimpered, clutching at Holly’s waist, overwhelmed. “Take me. Now.”

  Holly leaned in, her voice rough with need. “I'm going to wreck you. I want you to feel all of this tomorrow.”

  They kissed, hungry and clumsy, hands tangled and clutching, lost in the haze of their mutual devotion and arousal. Holly never stopped feeding her, pushing Ariel further and further, every new inch of exposed skin a victory, every sound Ariel made a reward.

  Time ceased to matter. The only things that existed were pleasure, fullness, and the knowledge that they belonged to each other.

  Holly watched the rip in Ariel’s dress with greedy awe. With every bite, every swallow, the gap widened, fabric tearing further along the seam, exposing more of Ariel’s soft, yielding side. The dress was helpless to contain her, and Holly couldn’t get enough.

  She scooped a messy handful of cake, shoving it gently between Ariel’s lips. Ariel’s breathing had gone ragged, her skin flushed, her belly round and tight, straining against what remained of her dress.

  Holly’s free hand, slick with frosting, slid under the torn fabric, squeezing Ariel’s bare side roll, feeling the plushness, the warmth, the proof of her work. She leaned in close, breath hot against Ariel’s ear, her words feral and rough.

  “That’s my good girl. So fat, so fucking perfect. You make me crazy.”

  Ariel gasped as Holly’s fingers dug in, nails raking lightly over her skin. “Say more things like that,” she said, her voice husky, desperate. “Say more...”

  Holly’s eyes blazed. “You want to show off for me? Want to be the biggest, neediest girl in Seattle? Fuck, Red, I could do this all night. I want you dripping with everything I give you. I want you helpless under me. You’re so close, Red. One more bite...”

  She broke off, grabbing the frosting tub, scooping a heavy, obscene swirl with her fingers. She smeared it across Ariel’s lips, then fed it to her, watching as Ariel licked and sucked every sticky drop.

  “God, you’re sexy,” Holly growled, her hand never leaving Ariel’s side, squeezing as the seam split further, an inch, then two, until nearly half the dress’s side was open, creamy skin bulging through.

  Ariel’s eyes rolled back, hips bucking, lost to sensation. “You make me want to drown in this, Hol.”

  Holly kissed the exposed flesh, biting softly, leaving a mark. “You already do. I want you fatter, want you softer, want you so stuffed you can’t even move without thinking of me.”

  Holly’s fingers tightened in Ariel’s roll. “I love watching you lose control for me. I love knowing you trust me this much. Show me what you can become.”

  The last of the food vanished. Ariel’s dress hung open along one ruined seam, the fabric clinging in tatters to her soft, stuffed body. Her breathing was slow, deep, every rise and fall of her belly a visible testament to Holly’s handiwork.

  Holly collapsed back against the arm of the couch, breathless, hair a wild mess, lips sticky with sugar and kisses. She gazed up at Ariel in wonder: her masterpiece, her love, her insatiable girl.

  But Ariel wasn’t finished.

  With a soft, greedy growl, Ariel shifted, her hands sliding over Holly’s thighs. She pressed Holly back, pinning her down with unexpected strength and determination. Ariel loomed over her, on hands and knees, the loose fabric of her ruined dress hanging open to reveal all the evidence of their feast.

  Holly’s breath hitched as Ariel’s belly settled heavy and warm across her own stomach, pinning her into the couch. The weight was delicious. It was possessive, unignorable, a promise of all the ways they belonged to each other.

  Ariel’s voice, low and wicked, made Holly shiver. “Look at you, Hol,” she teased, grinding her belly down just a little harder, watching Holly squirm beneath her. “You love this. You love feeling all of me. Every pound, every inch. Pressing you down. You love knowing you did this.”

  Holly let out a needy, helpless sound, her hands flying to Ariel’s sides, fingers digging into the plushness that now spilled through the torn dress. She arched into Ariel, her hips rocking upward, desperate for more pressure, more contact.

  “God, yes,” Holly groaned, voice thick with need. “I love it. I love all of you, every bit. Fucking crush me, Red.”

  Ariel grinned, the look in her eyes hot and wild. She let more of her weight settle, her belly spreading further, her body pressing Holly into the cushions.

  “You asked for this,” Ariel purred, rolling her hips, feeling the tremble in Holly’s thighs beneath her. “Feel how fat and heavy you've made me.”

  Holly moaned, her head thrown back, her hands desperate to touch and squeeze and worship. “Yes, yes, yes, Red—please, don’t stop. Wreck me!”

  Ariel leaned down, her lips brushing Holly’s ear, her breath ragged. “I love seeing you like this. I love feeling you beneath me, helpless, needy, begging for my weight, my softness, my everything.”

  She kissed Holly hard, full of frosting and hunger and pride, letting every part of herself spill out in the act: all her need, all her love, all her surrender and power.

  And in that moment, as the weight of Ariel’s body pressed Holly deep into the couch, they both felt it: the truth of their devotion, wild and unfiltered, too much for anyone else, but never enough for the two of them.

  Ariel let the kiss linger before she broke away, a mischievous smile curving her lips. Her eyes roamed over Holly, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and the wild hunger shining in her eyes.

  Without a word, Ariel shifted back, her hands slipping to the waistband of Holly’s pants. She looked Holly in the eye, holding her gaze with a playful, commanding confidence, and undid the button with a slow, deliberate flick of her fingers.

  Holly sucked in a breath as Ariel tugged her pants down her legs, the fabric catching at her thighs, then pooling at her ankles. Ariel grinned, pressing a kiss to Holly’s bare knee as she peeled them away and tossed them aside.

  Holly propped herself up on her elbows, her chest rising and falling in anticipation. “You going to leave me half-dressed, Red?”

  “Not a chance,” Ariel purred, reaching for the hem of Holly’s shirt. Holly lifted her arms, letting Ariel pull it over her head and cast it to the floor. The moment it was gone, Ariel’s hands slid reverently over Holly’s soft belly, along her sides, up to her full, round chest, fingers spreading, savoring every bit of plushness and warmth.

  She leaned in, nuzzling her face into the curve of Holly’s neck, pressing hungry kisses down to her collarbone, across her chest, leaving a trail of heat in her wake. Her voice, when it came, was thick with awe and desire.

  “God, you are so sexy. You drive me wild, Hol. All these curves, all this softness...”

  Holly whimpered, squirming beneath Ariel’s attention, her hands tangling in Ariel’s hair. “You’re making me crazy, Red. I want to feel you everywhere.”

  Ariel’s mouth traveled lower, kissing and biting along Holly’s belly, worshipping every inch. Her hands squeezed Holly’s thighs, spreading them just enough to let Ariel settle between them, her own belly pressing Holly down.

  “Every part of you is perfect,” Ariel murmured, worshipful and hungry. “I could spend all night just like this, touching you, tasting you, letting you know what you do to me. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  Holly’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as Ariel’s lips found all her most sensitive spots, her hands mapping every curve and hollow, her voice pouring adoration over every inch of Holly’s body.

  “You’re mine,” Ariel whispered against Holly’s skin.

  Holly arched up, lost to the feeling, her voice dissolving into gasps and moans.

  And for a long, blissful while, nothing mattered but the exploration, the touch, the certainty that this was exactly where they both belonged.

  Ariel’s hands moved up, strong and gentle, fingers hooking into the waistband of Holly’s underwear. She dragged them down, slow, savoring the way Holly lifted her hips in desperate, wordless invitation. The fabric slid away, baring Holly completely, leaving her exposed to Ariel’s gaze and touch.

  Holly’s breath was ragged, her voice barely more than a plea. “Red, please… don’t tease, I need you, I need you so bad…”

  Ariel’s lips curled into a hungry, tender smile. She planted one more kiss on the swell of Holly’s thigh, then started her journey upward, her mouth leaving a trail of fire with every soft, lingering press. She took her time, letting her tongue trace sensitive skin, feeling Holly tremble, hearing every whimper and moan grow sharper, wilder.

  She paused just before reaching Holly’s core, her hands gripping Holly’s thighs, spreading them gently, firmly. Ariel looked up, her voice low and full of promise. “Think about how fat you’re going to make me, Hol. Think about how every meal, every bite, is because of you. I want you to remember that every time you see me eat. Every time you see me grow.”

  Holly’s whole body shuddered. “Oh my god...Ariel, I want it...I want to spoil you forever...please...”

  Ariel’s mouth finally found its destination, her tongue slow and deliberate at first, every motion loving, worshipful, skilled. She didn’t rush, dragging out the tension, making Holly beg, making her say everything that came to mind.

  “Red...oh...don’t stop, don’t you dare stop...! God, you’re so good...”

  Her voice grew louder, the words tumbling out in a rush. “You’re mine, you’re all mine, I want everyone to know, I want you bigger, softer, rounder, all for me...!”

  Her hands tangled in Ariel’s hair, her hips rocking, helpless under the assault of pleasure.

  Ariel hummed encouragement, her own hands still caressing, squeezing, holding Holly open, keeping her there, utterly vulnerable, utterly loved.

  Holly’s voice pitched higher, her words dissolving into need. “Oh my god, Red...! You’re perfect...you’re fucking perfect, I love you, I love...oh...oh god...Ariel...!”

  Her cries rang out, echoing off the apartment walls, her body arching, breaking, and finally cresting in a loud, beautiful, unashamed release.

  Ariel held her through every shudder, kissing her softly as the aftershocks rolled through, whispering love, pride, and devotion against Holly’s skin.

  And for a long, golden moment, the world was nothing but the two of them, breathless and lost in the certainty of having given and received everything they both craved.