Jordan

Hangover

I wake up cuddled up next to him and smile when I remember what happened last night. That was incredible.

I move down and kiss his now soft tummy. Jordan moves around slightly when I kiss his tummy. I lay back down and kiss his cheek. He groans softly and his eyes flutter open.

"Good morning handsome," I say quietly.

"Morning..." He turns onto his side to face me and wraps his arm around me.

"How's your head?" I ask while brushing his hair out of his face.

"It hurts bad... My stomach is really sore too," He groans, "What happened last night?"

"A lot happened last night... You drank and ate a lot and you were upset you didn't pop any buttons when we got home, so you made me inflate you and you wouldn't keep your hands off me," I explain.

He blushes deeply, "Wh- I made you inflate me?"

"Yeah," I chuckle slightly, "I kept telling you that you were already big enough but you were being so stubborn. By the end of all that you were massive and your bellybutton had popped out."

He blushes deeper, "H-How-"

"Powers of alcohol. Drunk words are sober thoughts after all," I tell him.

"Oh man... That's really embarrassing," He chuckles awkwardly.

"Don't be embarrassed. Last night was amazing. And I'd love to do it again~" I kiss him.

He buttons up the shirt he was wearing last night and it looks snug around his middle. I look down at his tummy and playfully poke it.

"Do you like how I look?" He looks over at me.

"I always like how you look, you're my boyfriend and all," I smile.

"I mean compared to when we started dating," He playfully rolls his eyes.

"Jordan you know I'll love you no matter what. I love you for you, looks are just a bonus to me," I cuddle up closer to him, "Do you not like how you look now?"

"I... don't know. Thats why I'm asking you," He pauses, "Was this always your plan?"

I blush and look at him, "No? It just kinda happened. But I do really like how you look."

"Even though I'm not exactly skinny anymore?"

"Why would you think that would change how much I love you? Hell, we purposely make each other's stomachs bigger because we like it," I tell him, "Of course I'm going to love if you always have a bit of a tummy," I say as I softly squeeze his tummy.

He presses his face into my chest and hugs me, "I love you so much," He says muffled.

I kiss the top of his head and rub his back, "I love you too, you dork."

He chuckles and moves his hands to my belly, "Oh you're so warm!"

I gasp in surprise at how cold his hands are, "Ah! God your hands are cold," He looks up at me and just smiles.