Dinner date in Red

It’s our first date and I slip into my tight red dress, the fabric already clinging to my belly. We sit down to dinner, and I can’t help myself—I keep eating, bite after bite, until the stuffing pushes me past full. My belly swells round against the silky fabric, every forkful stretching it tighter, the seams straining as I moan softly from the pressure. By dessert, I’m bursting, my dress barely containing me, my belly begging for your hands to feel how much I’ve eaten.”