Belly Literary Universe (part 2)

Myre's Enthusiasm Part 39: Sync

Myre and Evan climbed into her delivery truck, and headed off from Kelri and Connor's townhouse. As soon as they got on the road, Evan released a breath of relief. "So tell me what happened! You were quiet on details, so what did this heist actually look like?"

Myre turned down the radio and grinned. "It went really smoothly! I had to smuggle in this USB drive past a security gate. So we put it in some ice cream to get it past the metal detector. After that I would meet up with Kelri and she'd do the rest of the work! But get this! It turned out they had X-Rays not just metal detectors!" Myre recounted with gusto, one hand on the wheel, the other miming out her story, "And that threw the whole plan for a loop. And so, Maia came along and helped me sweet talk through the side security line."

Evan looked like he might faint.

"Relax!" She reached out hand grabbed his hand. "Everything turned out fine. And there was a concert going on at the same time. Veera Deva was out distraction!"

"The superstar!?"

"I know, right!" Myre slapped the wheel. "She did great as a distraction. And the flow of people out of the office to see her meant that I sold almost all my inventory."

"Well that's good at least," he said staring out the window. "But how did you get someone so famous to help?"

"I dunno. I was just smuggling the thing," Myre shrugged. "How was the wait?" Myre asked, looking at him for a moment and squeezing his hand."

Evan scoffed. "Connor was right. I was better off not hearing a play by play while waiting. So it turned out boring. Nerve wracking."

"Good," Myre joked. "Boring is good in this case."

"Well, we did talk a bit. Connor and I."

"Well i would hope so. What about?"

"About - you know - Connor and Kelri. About you and me."

"What do you mean?" Myre looked at him with concern.

Evan nibbled nervously on his lip.

"Evan you can talk to me, If you have something you need to talk about, please don't hide it..."

After a heavy sigh Evan nodded. "We got to talking because I saw just how big Kelri has gotten..."

Myre nodded and smiled. "Yeah. She's doing really well."

"And - ugh - I won't give a play by play of what we said. This gist of it is - I know you want to be bigger than you've told me. Or at least I really expect that to be true. I've seen the drawing you have on your wall. And I think you really want to be that... Fat..."

Myre couldn't hide her wide grin. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't hide her reddening cheeks. The leather seat squeaked as she shifted a bit taller in her seat. "Yeah," She said, very quietly. "That's my fantasy."

Evan looked down at her belly, then out the passenger window. "You're an amazing woman."

Myre let out a pleased chuckle, and waited for Evan to continue.

"Connor said you and I should talk about it."

"So talk then," Myre encouraged. "You don't have to be nervous talking to me."

"I know. But I'm worried that we'll get to a point where there is a mismatch between what you and I both want..."

"What do you mean?"

"Please don't think that I'm not attracted to you or your fantasy. God knows I am. And the idea that you're actually into it makes it even hotter. It's that I want you to be happy, Myre. And regardless of how it makes you feel, gaining a ton of weight would be a huge burden. I don't want you to sacrifice your business or lifestyle for sexual gratification. Especially not for mine."

Myre made a pleased pouty face. "Oh Evan. I love you for being so considerate," She squirmed in her seat more, as all those huge thoughts burbled in her mind. "I do think about that. About getting around. And I try to moderate what I want and do to avoid jeopardizing that."

"Besides that, my other worry is that you may end up in a situation where you... Lose control a bit. You have a way of diving into things."

Myre gave an approving laugh.

"I worry that there will be a point where you want to gain more weight quicker than you can handle. I want you to keep doing the thing you love. I'm so proud of you and your business. And I don't want you to lose it. Again, don't take this like me turning down your desires either. I want - if you want to grow, I want to be there and experience it with you."

"I really appreciate you sharing this honey," Myre smiled reassuringly at him. "My fantasies are strong, I'll give you that. But I do know the difference between fantasy and reality. And you're right. I can't afford to eat myself out of business!" She gave a hearty pat to her round belly to give punctuation to her thoughts. "My more realistic version of the fantasy is to get multiple locations running. Hire staff. Get a franchise going... That give us a bit more freedom. Does that put you at ease? Does that sound okay?"

"What do you mean? Expanding your business? Of course that's okay."

"Noooooo," Myre's face turned red again. "If I can get my business to run largely by itself... Does that mean you'd be okay with me getting - well - really fat? Really huge?"

Evan smirked and this time his face turned red. "If that was the case my biggest concern is your quality of life. You know. Mobility and everything."

"Okay..." Myre said, pleased with his answer and enjoying the prospect. "Um, my mom was really huge. You saw the pictures. And she was able to move around. Well enough anyway. She could take care of herself."

"Are you saying you're planning on getting that big? Like she was?"

"Bigger. As long as I can get around."

"Okay," Evan said.

"Okay," Myre repeated.

They moved their hands together and interlocked their fingers, both staring ahead at the highway road.

After a few minutes, Myre broke the silence. "Oh! I had a question for you on that topic. I uh, I became overweight today," she bragged. "By BMI. 171 pounds. I've gained just a little bit under 30 pounds this year."

Myre pulled her hand away from Evan's, and rubbed the top of her round belly. "I love it. I love how my body wants to grow. And I love letting it," Myre took shallow breaths.

Evan stared at her transfixed. "As hot as that is, that's not a question."

Myre chuckled, looked down at her belly, then back up at the road. "I've been gaining prettily steadily. Around a pound a week. And I wanted to ask you if you'd be okay with me gaining faster. A little. Within certain parameters..."

Evan shook his head. "You don't need to ask my permission."

"No. But with what we're talking about, I want you to be okay with it. And I want you to help sometimes. Like you have been," She said giving Evan a flirtatious side eye. "I don't want to just get fatter. I want to fatten myself... Be fattened. I want to do it intentionally."

Evan let out an amused laugh. "Of course. Go ahead."

"Say twenty pounds?" Myre asked with a concerned face as if it was a serious negotiation. "Twenty more pounds for my belly? All right here..." She pat the front of her belly.

"Yeah. If you want my approval I can give it. Go ahead - I want you to do it," Evan said, feeding into her fantasy.

Myre bit her lip as she took her exit towards home.

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