Kinktober 1 - Stress Eating (Patreon)

Kinktober prompt:
Stress Eating

Contains: Breast Expansion

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Kinktober 1 - Stress Eating

When I got home from my shift at the bar, she was still up. When we’d moved in together, Marley was always in bed before midnight. Once in a while she’d wake up when I got in around 4 am so we could have some “special time” together. Our differing work schedules made things difficult, but we both made good money, and I loved how much better my life was with her in it. The fact that she was 4’11 with double Ds didn’t hurt much, either.

Then the pandemic happened. I was off for almost six months until places started to open back up, and Marley started working from home. She’d never been a super healthy eater, and I certainly didn’t mind the extra curves she had because of it. The ‘pandemic pudge’ seemed to settle almost entirely in her bra. I got really into cooking during those months, and while being together so much more was an adjustment, the make-up sex more than made up for it.

When I started working again, things got a little tense. I had to deal with the occasional customer who seemed to think it was their god-given right to spread their germs around, and she started working even harder to convince her bosses that she could be more productive at home than commuting to the office every day. But I found cooking and baking bread more effective than therapy, not to mention cheaper. And if the home-cooked meals and snacking at her little desk gave Marley a few more cup sizes, well, win-win.

That night, or rather, that morning, Marley was still at her desk. I’d noticed she started sliding her keyboard farther back as the inches piled on. She had the tupperware of ‘muddy buddy’ chex mix on the desk beside her, grabbing handfuls with her non-mouse hand every few seconds. I walked up behind her, admiring the way her braless mams rested on the desk. She wouldn’t have any video calls at this hour, so she was wearing her sleep clothes—yoga pants and a shirt that had once been oversized.

“Hey babe, have you slept?”

She murmured distractedly as I put a hand on her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. “Hey… no, I’m trying to get this last ticket sorted out. We’re presenting to the client tomorrow morning.”

I glanced at the tupperware, where I could see the plastic bottom in a few places. I’d made that chex mix yesterday afternoon before my shift. “Well, you should try to at least take a nap before then. Do you want anything before I crash out? Maybe some real food?”

I heard a growling from her soft tummy that was unmistakably wanting.

“That sounds great, babe, thanks.”

I kneaded her shoulders for a minute before heading to the kitchen and firing up the stove. My feet ached from my shift, but nothing made me happier than whipping up some pancakes, eggs, and sausage for my growing girlfriend. The weekend would come soon enough, and if the stars aligned, I’d get to bury my face in the fruits of my labors.