Belly Literary Universe (part 2)

Myre's Enthusiasm Part 36: Doodles

Evan offered the last bits of chicken and pasta to Myre from across the table.

Myre leaned forward and filled her mouth with a giggle. She leaned back patting her loose dress covered stomach, and playfully scraped her feat against Evan's.

He blushed, looked at his plate with a lopsided smile then back at his chewing girlfriend. "Do you want to order dessert?"

She swallowed and propped up her chin with both hands. "Do you want me to have some dessert?" She asked with a smile as coy as her tone.

Evan chuckled. A moment later he flagged down the waitress, and ordered a couple slices of cherry pie - a specialty of the bakery next door. "Your smile is infectious Myre. What's got you so happy today?"

"Do I need a reason? Beyond making you smile, I mean?" Myre asked, thinking about everything that happened. Evan shared her desires - knew hers - and was still around. Her doctor gave her permission to pack on the weight and watch her do it. And the dream. It stuck with her in her mind, pushing her forward.

"No, I guess not."

"I have a lot to be happy about, Evan. A lot of it has to do with having a boyfriend who doesn't mind how much I want to eat. One who likes my tummy almost as much as I do."

Evan blushed, and looked behind him, checking for the dessert. He looked back and laughed. "I'm the happy one."

"It doesn't have to either or, silly."

"I know...Trust me, i couldn't be more pleased. I do have a question though."

"What's that?"

"Well, I guess I've always seen women having something to aspire to. Maybe like celebrities or maybe they just want to lose 5 pounds for summer. I mean, I guess that is just people."

"And youuuu wanna know what I want to look like?"

"You showed me that picture of your mom. How close is that to what you want?"

"Evan..." She crooned, "Don't you know you're not supposed to ask about a woman's weight?" She teased while rubbing the sides of her stomach with exaggerated movements. "You might make them feel... Fat..." She let out a flirty laugh.

Evan blushed and didn't say anything.

She reached out and grabbed his hand. "The thing that makes me happiest is that you're okay with that. And that you're happy with me. I don't know exactly what i want. There are things I like... Here let me show you." It was a partial lie. She wanted to be absolutely gigantic. Maybe not right away. Maybe she would never actually get there. But the idea of getting bigger than her mom ever got was so enthralling, that to even consider not trying, was almost impossible to imagine. She grabbed the desert menu and made a wall. Then she grabbed a napkin, pulled out a pen and started doodling.

Evan tried to peer over the barrier but Myre shooed him away.

"Oh!" Myre exclaimed as she doodled her legs. "A friend - a client - a new friend stopped by the shop. I suggested we have dinner together. Her and her boyfriend and me and you. A sort of double date."

"When?" Evan gulped.

"There isn't a date set up. Yet. I texted her and said your schedule was super busy. Theirs is pretty open." She said drawing the curve of her back.

"I dunno. I've never met them."

"I think we have a lot in common. Her and me. I think you have a lot in common with her boyfriend too. You're both techy types. I mean half of it is business? It's not a business dinner, but I have a deal in mind with her. I hope the dinner will help us build a rapport."

"To be honest I'd hate to ruin your business talk."

"No, it's not like that," She assured. "I promise it will be fun. It would make me happy. And I know you're pretty reserved sometimes. I'm okay if you're quiet. I don't expect you to entertain. I have enough charisma for the both of us!" She said swirling her long hair onto the napkin.

Evan shook his head and scoffed. "If it will make you smile, then I'll do it."

Myre smiled back then looked at her sketch. She made a few practice arcs with her hand before finally committing on a belly size. "I bet you'll have a lot to say. You don't have to come. And I wont be mad if you don't, but I'd love to have you there," She said and finished the details.

"Show me the drawing." Evan said with curious impatience, eager to switch topics.

"One second aaand done." She let the red wash over her face. She was confident he'd love it, and was just so excited to see his face. In one motion she turned the napkin around and lifted the menu. "Tada!"

"Woah."

Napkin Myre brandished a soft belly the size of a full term mother of twins. "I wanna be that big..."

Even sighed.

Myre didn't give him a chance to respond. "I - well - I mean it's probably not my fantasy ideal size. But life is different than fantasy, right? But I could get that big. It's totally realistic. I've seen it. And - well - I can just feel it in my bones how much I'd love to be like that. It feels right to think about."

"Drawings always look smaller than real life," Evan said scratching at the napkin.

"They do. Is that a problem? Not the drawing. That I want it?"

Evan gasped. "No! That's not what I meant. What i mean is - oh god. No. I'm just worried that you'd get to that size and then hate it. You've told me about having trouble losing weight. And you're happy now. And I don't want you to ruin that for yourself. I'd probably do just about anything for you. And that means making sure you don't go crazy, just because I think something is sexy. Heh."

Myre crossed her legs below her in the booth, leaned over the table and kissed Evan on the forehead. "Oh honey. Thank you for being so caring! So you doooo like it though?"

The red on Evan's cheeks gave away his answer. He could only nod in response. "Do you mind if I keep the napkin?"

"No of course not! Take it. And you don't have to worry about that." Myre leaned back in the booth. "I guess i've always wanted this. But it's only been the last few months that I've let myself think about it. I just think being so plump and heavy would be sooo nice. I wanna dress up my big tummy - stretch my clothes. I want to bump into things and wobble when I walk. I want tummy kisses and belly rubs. I want to be stared at." Myre stopped herself to take a deep breath, and fanned herself. "Uh - I talked to my doctor about all this..."

"Oh?" Evan asked. He tore his fascinated gaze away to check behind him for a moment.

"I told him I wanted to get - well - big. And he told me to go ahead. And that he'd want to keep track of me. To make sure I stay healthy."

"And he agreed to that? With those words?"

"Weeell I kind of just told him that was what was going to happen. I don't think he was happy about it. But I am."

Evan laughed.

"And I'm excited for that too. Mom - I saw her get really big. She was skinny when she started. And I watched how all the doctors paid sooo much attention to her stomach. Poking it. Prodding it. Measuring it. Weighing it. Asking about it. It's not that I was jealous. But I'm kind of really excited to get that kind of attention to it. Not like I feel anything from the doctor. But that sounds so.... Fulfilling in a way."

"Do you think it's like a Munchausen's type thing?"

"Noo. I don't think so. Mom gave me plenty of love and affection! And I never had any other brothers or sisters. It was an admiration type thing. I never had any celebrity crushes."

"I suppose I can poke and prod you. Measure you if you want."

Myre put a wide smile on her face. "You're the best!" She smiled.