Chapter 1
The newlyweds were soaking up the sun on the beach, sipping piña coladas. Natasha was working on her fifth while Melinda was still nursing her first. "Honey, you may wanna slow down. We can't have you stumbling into dinner, then passing out at the buffet," the brunette smiled gently.
"Why not?" slurred the assassin. "S'all-inclusive, they 'spect you to drink,"
May giggled at her new wife, kissing her gently. "You know, if you keep drinking like this, you'll get a huge gut and your jumpsuit won't zip up," she teased.
The redhead looked at Melinda, eyes suddenly focused. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course. I'm your wife. No secrets,"
"I wanna get so fat I can't move," she whispered rather loudly.
Melinda raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the confession. "Really,"
Natasha nodded solemnly. "I have fantasies of you feeding me...stuffing me full until I break the zipper on my uniform. Then rubbing my belly as you feed me more and more. God! It makes me so hot..."
May smirked. "Well...room service is part of the all-inclusive plan,"
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The couple started at the buffet, opting to get Natasha as full as possible before getting really serious with room service. Melinda made several trips, loading her wife's plate with rich, heavy local cuisine, concentrating on the greasy fried foods or the ones drenched in sauces and covered in cheese.
Nat was just drunk enough to not realize how incredibly full she'd gotten and continued eating everything Melinda put in front of her until, eventually, the restaurant was closing for the evening. The assassin stood up, wobbling, and let out a rumbling burp as she rubbed her bloated stomach. The act of standing sobered her up slightly and she began moaning. "My god," she panted, probing the hot flesh stretched taut over her abdomen as it swelled out in front of her, causing her shirt to ride up to expose the flushed skin to the cool night air. It felt good and she closed her eyes as she rubbed.
"C'mon, baby girl, let's get you to the room and we can get you dessert. You'll like that," she smiled lovingly.
Natasha burped again, murmuring incoherently, softly as she allowed herself to be led to the room. She was no longer drunk on booze, but on food, belly full to near bursting. But she still wanted, no, needed to eat. To be fed. More and more until she was begging for Melinda to stop. And then she wanted to be fed more.
When they got to the room, that's just what she got, eventually passing out from the sheer exhaustion of her gluttony, her swollen tummy sticking up like the full moon, a pale and milky orb sitting squarely on her curvy hips. Melinda rubbed her wife's engorged middle until the redhead was long asleep and she could no longer keep her own eyes open. She splayed a hand protectively across Tasha's bloated tummy, falling asleep to the gurgling sounds of digestion as the assassin's system frantically churned, trying to process her binge.