Stuffed Pt 3

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After that *ahem*... Eventful time last night, Jordan and I decided to postpone dinner so we could relax. He eventually fell asleep next to me with his head on my chest. I smile and gently run my fingers through his hair, he is so cute when he's asleep.

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I wake up to my phone falling on the ground, the screen lights up showing 11:17pm. Damn, we've been asleep for 4 hours. I look over at Jordan and he is still completely asleep. My belly has almost completely deflated and gone back to its chubby self, Jordan just looks like he's bloated now.

I try to stand up without waking him since he's asleep on me and succeed. I pick him up carefully and carry him to the bedroom. I set him down on the bed and cuddle up next to him, he turns around and shoves his face into my chest. I chuckle softly and we both fall asleep quickly.

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I wake up to Jordan gently squeezing my tummy while alternating hands. I turn around and look at him and he smiles, "Good morning-"

I smile back, "Good morning..."

"I'm hungry," He puts his head on my shoulder.

"Did you want me to order food or make food?" I ask him and grab my phone. It's a bit early to be ordering food since it's just past 7:30am.

"Whatever's easier, I just want food," He sits up and stretches. I notice that his shirt is still a little snug around his stomach and I blush softly.

"Okay, I'll let you know when breakfast is done then," I kiss his cheek and head downstairs to prepare breakfast.

I make a huge stack of pancakes and he comes downstairs wearing one of my hoodies. I chuckle as it's way too big for him.

He looks at the food I made for him, "Is that all?" He looks at me.

"Did you want me to make more?" I look at him, I already made a quite a bit of food.

"I'm sure I can handle more than that. After all I know what you've been trying to do," He teases me.

I blush deeply, "Y-You know?"

"Well yeah, you're not exactly trying to hide it. But I like it so don't worry," He puts his arm around me and pulls me close to hug me. I can tell he's gotten softer and it feels amazing, I hug him back tightly and he chuckles.

"Just so you know... If I make more food you have to eat all of it," I poke at his tummy.

He smiles, "I know, I want to get as big as I can for you."

"Careful now, those are dangerous words," I smirk.

He eats the pancakes I made and they fill him up a good amount, my hoodie looks like it almost fits him now.

I smile, "Feeling full yet?" I poke his belly.

He chuckles, "I'm good, I think I can handle a bit more," He rubs his belly.

"How about you rest here and I'll make some more food."

"Sounds good," He leans back in his chair and smiles contently.

I decided to just order food instead of making more.

After a while, the food arrives and I bring the food into the dining room. His face lights up when he sees I ordered from his favorite place, he opens a bag and starts eating.

He chuckles, "You know this is my weakness," His belly growls and he puts a hand on his belly, "Oh man, this food is gonna destroy my insides."

"Just let me know when I need to step in," I smile at him.

He nods and keeps eating. I just watch his belly slowly grow as he continues to eat. Eventually his belly starts pushing against the hoodie and stretching it.

He stops eating and leans back and sighs, "I need a little break..." I lean forward and rub his belly.

"That's ok, you're doing great so far," I smile softly, "You look amazing-"

I lift up the hoodie and he blushes, his belly is starting to round out.

A few minutes pass before he tries to eat, he leans forward and groans, grabbing onto his belly.

He sets the food down and looks at me, "I-I need help," He smiles awkwardly.

"Of course. Here, let me," I smile and grab the food to start feeding him.

His belly growls from all the food, I slow down a bit and he rubs his belly.

"God that food was so good-" He says as he finishes the last of the food. I rub his distended belly.

We head over to the couch and he lets out a sigh as he sits down.

After a few minutes of us just relaxing he looks at me, "I still want food..."

I raise my eyebrows, "What? More?"

"Y-Yeah, It's just so good."

"But you've already had so much," I put my hand on his thigh, "I don't want you to end up getting hurt."

"I'll be fine-"

"Jordan, no," I cut him off, "I love you and I don't want you getting hurt by overdoing it," I rub his rounded belly.

He smiles at me softly, "You're so sweet," He ruffles my hair.

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