Belly Capacity

Chapter 5

Grayson's POV

Harp is an amazing cook and she knows it. But right now my stomach feels damaged from the food the night before. I don't want to disappoint her and make her feel I don't appreciate the time and energy she put into the food. Suck it up grey it's just a stomach ache.

"Let the celebrations begin," Jack presses a cold beer into my chest.

Smiling weakly. I'm so fucked. I sigh before cracking it open and chugging the first beer, feeling the carbonation fill up my still tender belly.  Allison passes everyone a shot of tequila. Enough of these and I'll be okay I think to myself before chucking it back.

"Shouldn't we eat first before alcohol?" Harper looks around puzzled.
I smirk. A year younger than the rest of us but her lack of experience with the party scene sets her back like 5 years.
"Yeah you're right, sorry Herp." Jack nods

Jack takes a helping of pasta "Thanks for making this for us"

Already feeling buzzed from the alcohol I grab the dish of pasta and load up a big plate of pasta. They don't lie when they say alcohol gives you courage. Because I'm feeling like I could eat 3 plates full of this stuff. I was starting to think my stomach shrunk or something.

"This is really good thanks Harper," Allison says before drinking some more.

Jack nods in agreement.

I watch as Harper looks at everyone enjoying their food. She's too sweet for this world.
My eyes scan over her body, she looks like she had been to the gym before coming here. Her light blue matching activewear set looked amazing on her curvy body. She's short but strong. Strong but has the perfect amount of fat. Her leggings curving around her forming belly as she fills it up. It's pretty cute actually.
Cute
Isn't that what Harp said to me about my stomach the night before? Weird.

I look down at my plate seeing I had ploughed through almost all of it without realising until my stomach felt like it was ready to pop. Fuck, when did these jeans start feeling like the buttons ready to pop. I crack open another beer, again letting the carbonated drink empty inside of my growing gut. I let out a burp trying to keep myself quiet but still excusing myself.
Sheepishly I put my hand under the table to feel my stomach.
Internally moaning. I feel my stomach is bloated and round. Any evidence of my abs is gone and replaced with this stuffed ball belly. I'm buff but now I'm buff everywhere but my belly. I'm round.
I feel warmth radiate on my stomach. My eyes widen as I realise Harper has slid her small hand on my belly under the table. Why does it feel so good.
Good?
What am I thinking. Am I that obsessed with her that I'll take a belly rub? I'm not shy of experience with women by any means. Sex is sex. Never anything more. I certainly have never had something touch my stomach like this.

Her fingers press into my stuffed belly and massage deeper causing me to abruptly burp. I shoot up in my seat embarrassed. Causing Harper to withdraw her hand. Jack and Allison are now making out on the sofa and not even aware of anyone else in the room.

"I-I'm sorry" Harper says quietly. Her face is flushed. Embarrassed or alcohol? Both perhaps.

I glance over at Jack and his girlfriend again. Still in their own world. Why couldn't that be me? Carefree.

Standing up, Harpers belly looked the roundest I've ever seen it. She has always had a slightly chubby belly but this was different. Was she feeling as stuffed as I was? Why do I even care?

"Wh-at happened?  I drunkenly blurted out Gesturing to her round belly poking outwards.

As soon as I saw her eyes I knew I fucked up. I've never sobered up faster.
Tears filled her eyes and with that she turned her back to me and ran upstairs to the bathroom.
"Harp" *hic*
Fuck
Standing up quickly I was taken back by the sheer volume of my belly. It stuck out and round. I felt so stuffed but I ran after her, my drunken state causing me to stumble a few times.

"Please Open the door Harper," I softly say. Pressing my forehead on the door.

I hear sniffling coming from the other side of the door and just like that I'm ready to kick the door in. The door opens slowly and I'm greeted with a tear stained Harper. Arms wrapped around her midriff.

I look down at her. Her 5ft 2 frame felt even smaller compared to normal.

Shaking my head in desperation"Im so sorry can we talk about this"

"What's to say, You think I'm fat like I didn't already know," she snaps.

"W-hat" I shake my head again.
"No, that's not—"
Harper tries to pushes past me. Failing to even unbalance me.  Maybe it's the alcohol taking control but I find myself wanting her more than I've ever wanted her.

I clasp her face in my hand, thumbing her plump rosy lips.

"Harp, I didn't mean I thought you was fat"
Placing my free hand on her hand; making her remove it from concealing her stomach. I ran my fingers across her plump belly feeling it rise and fall with each breath.

"Grey-"

Our faces so close I can feel the warmth of her breath on my lips.
I've waited so long to get a taste.
I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. It was better than I could of imagined. Our tongues dancing together in harmony like this wasn't our first time together.
I needed every part of her. I press myself further into her, pushing her against the wall.
My belly is still swollen round from all the alcohol and food I had just consumed. I feel my belly press into her body. Stopping me from getting any closer to her. Breaking our kiss I take a step back in embarrassment.
Lack of confidence isn't my thing. Fuck it, I'll own the belly. Looking down at Harp. Seeing her eyes widen and full of lust made me wild.

Placing my hands on her hips I pulled her up as she makes an attempt to wrap her legs around my waist. We continue to make out as I carry her to my room; which is across from Jack's.

I lean over my bed placing her down.