Chapter 1
Natasha Romanov was reclined in bed, purring as Agent Melinda May rubbed her bloated stomach lazily. "Mmmm. You're so stuffed. I love it," the brunette smirked.
Nat arched her back off the mattress and burped loudly. "Ooof. That freed up some room,"
May raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really," she challenged. "Then you won't mind finishing that pizza you have up on an hour ago,"
The assassin struggled to sit up, her fat stomach making it difficult. "I told you, Melinda!" she pouted, belching again. "I wasn't giving up, I just needed a break,"
May nodded, smirking, her double chin jiggling. "Uh-huh, sure,"
Nat's eyes narrowed as she grabbed the remaining three slices, stacked them up, and shoved them into her mouth. She swallowed thickly, groaning as the glut of food made its way into her already overly full tummy. "Ugh,"
"See?" Melinda tutted.
There was a tearing sound followed by a gratituous sigh of relief from the bloated redhead. The fabric of her shirt had finally given up across her expansive belly, the soft fat spilling out through the torn cotton. Nat kneaded it absent-mindedly, trying to soothe her aching middle. "Ugh," she burped. "I ate too much,"
May laughed. "Of course you did, you fat pig," she teased affectionately, rubbing Tasha's fat belly, pinching here, prodding there. "You always eat too much," she murmured, kissing Nat's swollen lips, flushed from overeating. She slapped the assassin's stuffed gut hard, drawing another belch.
"Ahhh, thanks. But seriously, I'm really gaining too much weight. My back hurts all the time now," she arched again as if proving a point.
"I know, baby, mine, too," Melinda said sympathetically, rubbing her own rounded stomach. "Maybe we can invite Jemma and Skye to join in on the fun,"
"What fun is that?" Jemma asked as she entered the room to deliver the results of the study May had asked her to run.