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Hours later, Nayuta sat at the table half finished with her breakfast. As requested, Denji made her 6 plates of pancakes and waffles, enough eggs for two people, and bacon. The wide teen huffed, trying to catch her breath after stuffing her face faster than she could swallow. The table and her shirt was a mess of sticky sweet syrup, even a thin layer coated her chins. In this moment she didn't care or notice, it was all about keeping her stomach quiet and enjoying every morsel along the way. Denji watched, hypnotized by the girl's gluttony. She would moan loudly with each mouthful of syrup soaked pancake crammed into her mouth. She'd chew quickly, swallow, then catch her breath for a moment, sometimes dropping her hands to her swollen belly to knead the sides for comfort. “What're you… mmmf… staring at… huff… weirdo?” Nayuta struggled to get her words out, now nearly finished with her feast, she had slowed considerably since starting. “Well get it out <urrp> you… you dog!” Denji looked at her bloated belly, red cheeks, and replied, “you know you can talk better if you don't stuff your face full first.” Nayuta was flustered and agitated, she quickly snapped back. “Well maybe there's nothing to talk about, besides I gotta finish breakfast and you're just standing there. You're useless!” “Useless? I'll show you useless, fatass!” Before Nayuta could respond, Denji grabbed her hand holding the fork, picked up a handful of pancake from another plate, and shoved it in her mouth. “Chew! No talk back either, we're finishing the meal like this”, Denji commanded. Nayuta was too shocked to disobey, she couldn't sort out the myriad of thoughts overwhelming her mind while still satisfying her hunger.
Breakfast finished quietly. Denji fed the last of the meal to Nayuta and the bloated devil waddled back to her room, barely able to move at a normal pace with how stuffed she was. Back in her bed, the girl rubbed her swollen gut, originally to help the pressure but eventually for pleasure. Her mind raced, learning just this day that she never knew how well it felt to be fed until she could hardly move, and by her guardian of all people. The week continued as usual, Nayuta stuffing herself until she’s about to pop for mealtimes and grazing on near endless snacks between. Her supernatural hunger simply could not be satiated. What truly weighed on her throughout this week, other than her steadily bloating body, were her thoughts on being fed by Denji. She had been shaken to her core, unable to accept just how much she enjoyed it at the moment and how much she desired more from her guardian. It was obvious an invisible barrier had been crossed too, every meal since had been silent and Denji avoided looking at her as much as he could, only turning his head to answer her when she demanded something to eat. The slow boil underneath couldn’t last much longer, Nayuta took it upon herself to change things if her stupid dog Denji wouldn’t.
It was bedtime in the apartment. The mess from dinner had been cleaned, every room but Nayuta’s was tidied to an acceptable degree, and Denji had already crashed in his bed. Across the hall from his room he could hear the shower running, Nayuta was still cleaning up. After 2 days of constant snacking and lazing around either in her bed or on the couch, Denji had to force the obese teen to bathe before her thin layer of sweat and grease became more obvious. The sound of the shower, like rain, had nearly put the man to sleep until the water stopped. Not fully unconscious yet, Denji could hear the slow movement in the room across from him. The shower curtain moved to the side and short, faint grunts indicated she was struggling to dry herself with a towel. Then the bathroom door opened and heavy, wet footsteps plopped on the floor slowly. One wet thud after another, the rhythm of Nayuta’s movement could be heard approaching closer. As she continued closer, her breathing became more audible. One heavy plop, breath in, another heavy plop, breath out though it was obvious she had to make an effort to keep her breath steady. Just as Denji was tuning out the sounds of Nayuta’s movement, she stopped. He froze, knowing just where her fat feet stood made even more apparent by the sound of her huffing and puffing just outside his door. Every moment now felt drawn out to him, seemingly lasting forever. The door creaked open. “Denji”, she said with a flat, out of breath tone. He turned slightly, raising his head to look at her. In the darkness only two orange eyes stared back. He swore there was even a faint glow but that thought had to wait. When his vision adjusted better he saw what stood outside his door. Naked and still wet, Nayuta’s body was on full display for him. Her thighs and hips, even when pressed together, flared out wide enough to just barely touch the sides of the doorway. Thankfully her belly hung just low enough to block his view of her fupa. How low her belly went wasn’t really a surprise, but now her stomach was beginning to grow out a lot more as well. Once perky and relatively small, the teen’s tits finally put on enough weight to begin to sag slightly.
“Denji look at me”, she sounded demanding now. “I know you like this, don’t you?” He broke his gaze off her giant stomach and looked back into her eyes. “Nayu- wha… what are-”, he stuttered trying to get his mind and mouth to work together but she cut him off. “Be a good dog and say you want me!” Nayuta stomped forward, causing the floor to tremble and every bit of her body to shake. She took another step closer to his bed, ignoring that her hip caught on the doorframe. A few steps more and she stopped against the edge of his bed, then lowered herself onto the mattress. “N-Nayuta hehe what are you doing”, Denji was petrified. He couldn’t move because of his nerves, but for each moment he continued to stutter she crawled closer. Soon her face met his and she sat her full weight on him. Crushed by over a hundred kilos of Nayuta, Denji began struggling to breathe. <wheeze> “Get… off… me… you fat-”, he squeezed out each word as best as he could but the girl didn’t budge. “You’re pathetic, I know you like this. You’re not even fighting back. Better say those magic words before you suffocate though.” Nayuta’s enormous thighs fully engulfed the man, and her belly settled softly on his torso the way she leaned forward to watch him struggle. He wheezed again, trying to suck in enough air to speak though now he could only whisper. “I like this”, his words barely able to make a sound. Nayuta leaned closer, her chest now fully pressed against his. “Louder. I can barely hear my dog whine”, she replied in a mocking tone. “I like this -huff- I like this I like this I like this!” Denji cried out as loud as he could, barely able to catch his breath, but good enough to satisfy the ton of teen currently killing him. Nayuta swung her flabby leg over him and released the pressure of her weight when she moved to sit on the mattress just beside him. She leaned in just as close as before, those devilish eyes piercing right through him. “And? You like this and what?” Denji was still panting, he looked back into her gaze and spoke, “I like this and… and I want you.” His defeated tone barely convinced the girl but she accepted. “Hahah good dog! I’ve worked up an appetite sitting on you, so now you get a treat. Take me to the kitchen. You’re going to feed me until I’m no longer hungry.” Denji shut his eyes, for a moment he thought this was a nightmare, but the way he felt down below let him know this was a dream.