You can’t help but sigh as you look down at your flabby belly, pinching at it as it gives off a soft whine. Your metabolism was beginning to reach its limit; a dozen fully primed treats proved more than a match over a week. It had been years, yet it was time to pull out dieting once more. As you shuffle forward in the queue, you can feel a bump against your back, a taut belly you’re more acquainted with passing through your lips, from feeling alone, only about twenty weeks. Not nearly enough to tempt you to break you, yet as the patron in front moves away, the sight of the sales assistant before you most certainly comes far closer.
 
She has soft brown hair draping across her shoulders, dim caucasian skin, unblemished and smooth except for a tattoo rolling down her left shoulder. Yet, all more attractive features caught your eye, wide, soft hips with an ass barely contained in an all-tight uniform, breasts fighting to escape their entrapment within the strained fabric. Most of all, a taut tum, buttons released to let the firm bulge be seen by the world, only hidden by an apron. By the size of it, you suspect thirty-four weeks. You can feel yourself watering at the mouth a bit, already reconsidering your diet as you stare longingly at the woman’s ample curves.
 
“Welcome to Cravings Corner. How may I help you today?” the sales assistant mumbles as you quickly pivot your gaze back to her deep blue eyes.
“Oh, sorry about that! I’ll take you…” you chuckle, catching your tongue as you stop yourself from saying the word you desire. After all, you have to remember your diet, “...r dozen finest jelly donuts.”
“Well, someone likes Jelly donuts.” she chuckles back, smiling sweetly. You can’t help but take the opportunity.
“What can I say? I like my donuts like I like my women.” You coo, reaching over the countertop, letting your finger run across her baby bump, giving her a sultry grin, “Sweet and stuffed.”
“Oh my…” she mumbles, her face blooming into a flustered mess, slowly pulling away towards the display cabinet, “Right, your order, coming right up!”
 
You can’t help but watch as she quickly paces away, each step causing her soft backside to stretch out the fabric to breaking point; you swear you can see her ass leaking out of the strained fibers. Eventually, you see her turn back toward you, returning slowly, giving you time to watch the frayed threads encapsulating her breasts.
 
“Your donuts!” she mumbles, her face still a vibrant red, her eyes avoiding your gaze. You can’t help but chuckle at the cute display.
“Thank you.” You sigh, looking at her longingly, before inadvertently turning your gaze to the baby bump, “By the way, how far along?”
“Thirty-four weeks.” she huffs, taking a couple of deep breaths before looking directly into your eyes, batting her own, “Maybe I’ll have to call you back in a couple of weeks and ask you to put another in me.”
“And here, I always thought the customer asked the worker out.” you chuckle, letting your hand softly graze across her cheek, “But I wouldn’t be against that. Have to get back to work, though!”
 
Before she has any time to respond, you’ve made sure you’re out of sight, down the street. A little white lie having escaped your lips. There was no work, only the need to leave, to avoid letting that all-consuming desire see her disappear between your lips. You know at least two things as you walk off, a munching on a donut. You still got the knack for judging pregnancy bellies and that you were returning tomorrow. Besides, the jelly donuts were honestly pretty good.
 
—
 
As you walk in the cafe's door, it’s notably quieter today. It probably helps your here after the lunch rush as you approach. Besides, it’s not exactly the food you’re here for, well, for now at least. As you walk up to the counter, you see the same woman as yesterday as she turns to you, her expression becoming cheerier as she sees precisely who it is.
 
“You ran off so fast that I didn’t even give you my name!” the store attendant pouts, glaring at you before breaking into a cute laugh, “It’s Mira, by the way.”
“Alex. And besides, I knew I was coming back.” you chuckle, taking in Mira once again. She was still as alluring and unfortunately appetizing as yesterday, “I’ll get the usual.”
“Jeez, you’ve only been here once.” Mira chortles, shaking her head as she turns back to you with a smirk. “Were the jelly donuts that good?”
“Well, I’d say that’s about half the reason.” you chuckle back, letting your hand reach out again and caress the woman’s cheek, a sultry smile creeping across your face, “The other half, I’ll let you guess.”
“Well, I better put on a show for my favorite customer then.” Mira coos, winking at you and rubbing your shoulder. You can feel a stiffness down below, and yet you also see another opportunity for the taking.
“Jeez, I’ve only been here once.” you smugly reply, winking back as Mira giggles at your response.
 
You watch her walk over to the cabinet. This time, however, she’s far more conscious of your gaze. Her ass before merely wiggled, yet now she was swaying it for your enjoyment, the quieter atmosphere allowing you to slightly hear just how much that posterior was wearing out that fabric. You could even swear to listen to each fiber snapping. Yet, as she made a playful pivot back toward you, her arm was underneath her breasts, propping them up, letting you take a good long look as she approached once more, jiggling them side to side ever so slightly. You can’t help but smirk, both from the lovely display and to hide your mouth's watering, the show only temping you more to break your diet.
 
“A dozen sweet and stuffed treats just for you.” Mira coos, sliding the box of donuts towards you, keeping her hand on the cardboard container, waiting there. You can’t help but reciprocate as you place your hand atop hers.
“Funny, I counted thirteen.” you chuckle, rubbing slowly against her hand, Mira blushing at your statement and your touch, “Sad, I don’t get to have the one that looks the best of the bunch by far though.”
“I never said you couldn’t have me.” Mira chuckles, pulling her hand from underneath yours, slowly rubbing at your forearm. “I certainly have no qualms about being yours.”
“I’ll certainly have to keep that in mind.” you splutter, not so much caught off guard by the statement, rather the sensation always with you, the need to devour, the desire to see the woman before you all yours creeps into your mind. You need to get out, “Anyway, I’m off to eat these donuts.”
“Wait, you’re eating them all?!” Mira blabbered in surprise, pulling herself back, giving you a curious look as you back up toward the door, “I just figured that you were sharing them with your co-workers.”
“Nope, all for me.” you chuckle, trying to keep your cool, as images of that taut bump sliding between your lips cloud your thoughts, “I’m on a diet.”
“A diet where you eat a dozen donuts a day?” Mira asks inquisitively, tilting her head, raising an eyebrow at you, yet still smirking, “How’s that working out for you?”
“Pretty good, actually.” you can’t help but reply as you back out the door, waving as your body shifts away from the cafe, “Now I have to run back to work. See you tomorrow Mira.”
 
Before she can even respond, you’re off, walking the streets as you feel your stomach scream, desperate for sustenance, for the feeling of being sated. You can’t help but shovel the entire dozen donuts down your throat, merely taking the edge off the need you so desperately felt, yet it would have to be enough. As you tease your slowly shrinking pot belly, you hope this diet won’t have to last for long.
 
—
 
You sheepishly stumble into the store once more, hoping you’ll once again see Mira, yet at the same time, you know you have to decrease your time with her. You have a diet to uphold, after all. You see Mira smiling as you approach the counter, yet she seems more reserved and laid back as you meander towards the counter.
 
“Hello Alex, I already have the usual ready to go,” Mira mutters, pushing the container towards you while avoiding contact with your eyes, nervously pacing from side to side.
“Such impeccable service,” you chuckle, pouting a touch at the reaction from Mira, reaching out ever so slowly, hoping to see a response, “Though, I will miss the little “display” from yesterday..”
“You seemed a bit off-put by it.” Mira mumbles, turning away, her breath becoming heavy, “You were pretty quick out the….”
 
“Well, well, well, if it ain’t Alex!” you hear calling out behind you, a voice carved into the etches of your soul from years of friendship. You turn to see Jim hollering at you still, “How’s it hanging, bro?”
“Oh, just getting some donuts,” you chuckle, smirking at your friend's sudden appearance, glancing back to see Mira still huddling away. You can’t help but let a small sigh escape your mouth, “Trying to go on a diet.”
“Yeah, sure, bro, a diet, you tell yourself that.” Jim chuckles, crashing his hand against your shoulder, leaning to the right as his eyes meet Mira’s, a smug grin spreading across his face as he chuckles, “Besides, now I see why you’re here, just your type too.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mira snaps. You can see her glaring at Jim from the corner of your eye before her expression softens as she notices your slight gaze.
“Jim, I’m legitimately trying to diet here.” you groan, turning your attention entirely back to him, an unenthused expression plastered across your face, “And besides, Mira here isn’t aware….”
“Soft, curvy, and ready to pop, just perfect.” Jim chuckles, giving Mira a wink as he slowly walks towards her, “I’d ask you out myself, but you’ll be jigging on Alex’s gut by sundown.”
“Wait…” Mira mumbled. You let out a long sigh as your identity as a devourer seeps into her mind. It feels like you can hear the gears turning in her brain as you wait for the penny to drop. Be it a desire to be yours or a fear that you’ll bring her end, you already know whatever you had with the woman was over. Eventually, you hear those oh so dreaded words.
“Alex, you’re a predator?!”
“I’ll see you tomorrow Mira, hopefully.” you sigh, defeated and frustrated as you leave the store, turning back one last time while dragging Jim out with you, solemnly looking back at Mira, “And, sorry for not saying earlier.”
 
Before she could respond, you were gone, Jim right in tow. You’re both a few good street corners away before you stop and turn to him, glaring with an eyebrow raised.
“Bro, why are you scampering out of there so fast, she….” Jim starts before slowly coming to an epiphany, another set of cogs turning before he can only muster up a look of shock. “She honestly didn’t know?”
“No, I’ve been trying to take a short break.” you groan, rubbing at your eyes, belly rumbling, desiring the sustenance within your hands. Yet you weren’t purely at the whims of your appetite yet, as you pull up your shirt, revealing your still pudgy gut, pinching it to accentuate your point, “Went on a binge last week. I’ve been trying to work it off all week.” As you continue to glare, Jim surprises you, sighing, shaking his head while smirking at you
“She’d find out sooner or later, and we both know it.” he groans, looking disappointed, not at you, but at your donuts instead, “Besides, how much were you drooling just looking at her”
“Look, could you not just barge in like that? I had a nice thing going with her.” you start to ramble, yet as you think about his comment, you realize its truth. Jim’s seen all the women you’ve made connections with, only for them to end up softening in your gut after all. You can’t help but chuckle at the fortunate reality check and sigh at the inevitable, “Ok, fine, absolutely watering. I’m sorry for that, just trying to take a break from it all.”
“Well, sounds like you might need to switch up where you get donuts then.” Jim taunts, opening the box of donuts in your hand, taking one, and taking a large bite out of it, a little jam leaking down his lip, “Sad, these donuts are delicious, later bro!”
 
Jim’s already walking off, focusing solely on his stolen baked goods. You can’t help but shake your head, smirking as you consider his point. He’s not wrong; every time you meet, it’s a shorter and shorter wait until that all-encompassing desire takes hold. You know you can’t continue this pattern, no matter Mira's response. All you can do is take a bite of the donuts before you and savor them one last time.
 
—
 
As you stand on the corner of the cafe, you can’t help but doubt yourself. You know you can’t keep coming, yet leaving on a sour note felt wrong. You wanted to meet Mira at least once more and leave a positive impression if you could at this point. You walk toward and in with solemn determination, once more seeing Mira standing there, unaware of you. You slowly approach, sheepishly shuffling about until you reach the counter, Mira sweeping at the ground behind the till. Already it feels so awkward you almost just want to leave, but you know you can’t.
 
“Hey there…” you sigh, watching as Mira turns with incredible speed, taking a step back in shock as you sheepishly avert your gaze from her.
“Alex?!” Mira exclaims, her voice warbled a bit, her body shaking as she stares directly at you, yourself unable to keep eye contact for more than a few seconds.
“Yeah, I wanted to come back and apologize about yesterday.” you groan, awkwardly scratching at your head, “and I guess, not telling you about my previous diet.”
“Some people are predators. It’s fine.” Mira sighs, her gaze now averted from you, sweat furrowing across her brow, “Explains why you ran off so quickly.”
“Yeah, I do have a type, and seeing you, well….” you mumble, trailing off as your stomach starts groaning, Mira jumping back a touch. You can’t help but tilt your head a little and sigh, “I won’t lie. I nearly just leaped over the counter and devoured you the other day.”
“You want me that badly?!” Mira exclaims, her eyes widened, staring at you, before turning her gaze to the pudge gut hidden underneath your clothes, another slight grumble causing her to avert it immediately.
“More than you could ever know,” you whine, already your mind conjuring the image of Mira jostling within you, lying in bed, feeling her fade away and become yours. A slight slap to the face brings you back as you deliberately avert your gaze, “And, that’s not good for either of us, so I probably won’t be back. But, it was nice meeting you, Mira.”
“Alright...” Mira mumbles before turning back to you, smiling, “Sadly, there are no jam donuts today, but if you wait for a bit, I should be able to have some delivered from our sister store.”
“Alright, that sounds good,” you reply, recognizing the customer service tone. Yet, you can’t help but be playful one last time, “You might have to stay in the back room, though, just in case I choose to have something far sweeter.”
 
You watch as Mira nods and scurries off into the cafe's back room, and you meander towards a window seat. You don’t know how long it’ll take, and you doubt Mira or her employer would be impressed with you devouring their patrons. Yet, you feel like you owe Mira something. You realize how dumb waiting for donuts is; you could just go to said sister store and be done with it all. Yet, even a tiny thing feels like it works as an apology. No, the truth is you’re greedy. You want to see her one last time, you know you have to separate yourself from her, yet you can’t. Is it a desire to consume her or something more romantic? These ideas swirl around your head as you wait, minutes ticking by until they become hours. Your hunger is becoming ravenous now. Even the slightest hint of someone outside suiting your preferences have you wanting to sprint out the window and make them your dinner. Yet, with every ounce of restraint, you hold off.
 
Before you know it, the dance of desire and questions within your mind has left you in the store all alone, the moon just visible in the night sky, the dim street lights the only thing illuminating the store. At this point, your only thoughts are of devouring. With what little brain capacity you have, you recognize the reality. Mira shirked you off, wanting to avoid the fate that had befallen many a woman in your orbit. Resigned to this, you get up, only to hear a voice coming from the backroom.
 
“Alex, are you still there?” Mira mutters, her voice muffled but recognizable as you turn towards the back room, biting your lip. “I apologize for taking so long to get your order.”
“It’s fine…” you grunt, so consumed with the idea of eating anything at this point that you can barely bring yourself to be civil. You just need food, “Just bring them out.”
“Well, unfortunately, we couldn’t source any more donuts for you,” Mira mutters, your mind so laser-focused that you begin to turn to leave until you see her exiting the back room. Her damp skin glistens in the dim light, no longer hidden under cloth or fabric. Every inch of her bare body sways with each step, but as you look, you notice one discrepancy, her breasts and baby bump coated with a glaze and sprinkles. You can’t help but let your mouth water at the mere sight of such, every microcosm of restraint in use to stop yourself leaping forward and devouring her. “So I’ve taken the liberty of upgrading you to a special one-off offer. Sweet and stuffed, just how you like it.”
 
“Mira, you look delicious.” you barely sputter out, speech only just within your grasp, stomach roaring out for Mira’s form to engorge it. All you can do is try to ignore the all-encompassing hunger. “But, my diet, I badly want to, but….”
“Alex, I’m sorry, but could you do this for me.” Mira sighs as she starts to meander towards you, focusing on that appetizing baby bump coming closer and closer to your face, “I haven’t felt wanted, well, ever. Even my Ex was barely interested, a woman to impregnate, nothing more. Even my parents were barely around. But finally, I’ve met someone who wants me, desires me, and makes me feel special. And, now I know how you want me, I can’t help but indulge that desire, no?”
“You don’t know how badly I want you, Mira, but….” you begin to splutter, but your words are muffled and silenced as Mira’s belly pressed against your face and mouth, your focus purely on not giving in to your predatory desires, wearing thinner by the second.
“Shhhh, just give in, let me be yours.” Mira coos, hand holding the back of your head, keeping you pinned to her belly. “Enjoy your special treat, Alex. You’ve earnt it.”
 
You’re out of options, and time, as your predatory instincts kick in, letting your tongue run across the taut dome as the taste of glaze, sprinkles, and Mira’s flesh rush through your mind. If you had any qualms, they were long gone now, Mira’s words and the overwhelming hunger having made your choice. You feel as Mira pulls her hand and belly away, allowing you to stand, yourself stumbling toward her, only for the woman to hold out her hands. Even in your starved state, you immediately recognize the gesture as you guide her hands towards your open mouth, both entering with a satisfying pop. Usually, you find yourself indulging in the intricacies of your meal, yet so starved you can’t help but let your body do its work, Mira yelping as your throat pulls with a power rarely seen. Within seconds, her arms are trapped in your throat, your hands coaxing her forward against her back, and her face is not even an inch away from yours. Unable to do anything but continue to swallow, you feel the soft embrace of her lips against your forehead before her face disappears between your own.
 
Your insides stretching to accommodate a meal is a sensation you sorely missed, yet your ravenous hunger still raged, Mira’s generosity making getting across her shoulders a breeze. Each second, another ravenous swallow, taste and texture discarded to feel the satisfying sensation of a stretched stomach. You blast through with ease until you reach Mira’s breasts, jiggling ever so slightly from your ravenous motions. Your hands swivel around Mira’s body, each one cupping a glazed milky treat, before pushing against them, cascading the soft garnished orbs into your cramped mouth. Even in your ravenous state, you can’t help but lick at the plump juicy breasts crowding your slavering maw before the reality of your hunger takes hold once again, hands sneaking onto Mira’s hips to guide her journey once more.
 
Yet, the next obstacle was a far more significant challenge, yet far more alluring to your desires. Yet, as the crown of Mira’s belly slipped between your lips, that overwhelming desire to feed began to soothe, as Mira’s arms found themselves where she would soon wholly rest. Now released from your overwhelming need, all left was desire, one you intended to fulfill. Before, you had half devoured the woman in a single minute. Yet, now each minute was spent meticulously slurping every inch of glazing off your treat, indulging in the sweetness Mira had given to you and the soft savory tones that were her. The sensation of your jaw stretching to its absolute limit to accommodate the taut dome was overwhelmingly satisfying as always. Each swish of your tongue caught more flaky sweetness, slowly fading as you descended the peak and came down towards the cave. After what felt like forever, you could feel Mira’s upper torso crowding your gut, your bulge now slightly larger than her own, and your throat caressing her upper hips, leaving access to her most intimate place.
 
You weren’t one to leave a woman unsatisfied, your hands slowly massaging Mira’s southern cheeks as your tongue slithered into the woman’s folds. As you lapped at them, you could feel the faintest moans reverberate throughout your body, only egging you on as you increase your pace. Each moment, you can feel Mira shiver in delight ever so harder until you decide to give the woman her final release, your tongue slinking back as you lick at her clit, your fingers digging into her folds. Barely a minute and even you could hear the passionate cry leaking from your ever-expanding gut, soft juices flowing from Mira’s sex. Satisfied, you see no point wasting time, hands grabbing onto the woman’s legs, and cramming them down, slurping the last of her down with ease.
 
A hearty sigh escapes your lips as you look down at your handiwork, your gut jiggling about ever so slightly at your touch. The idea of dieting couldn’t be further from your mind right now. The sensation of Mira, exactly where she belongs, drives you wild as you caress your now own taut gut.
“How badly I wish that weren’t a one-time offer.” you coo, a muffled response from your gut barely leaking out. You can’t help but give it a hearty pat as you chuckle. “And, it looks like I was right. You were certainly the best treat here.”
Your belly jostles in response, but you’re not all too fussed as you start to move about, taking a moment to get your bearings. Before you leave, you scribble a note, alerting whoever’s next on shift on Mira’s new ongoing position elsewhere, before heading out the door, ready to enjoy your prize. You knew you’d regret this by morning, more to have to work off, yet you couldn’t care less now. Mira was all yours, and you wanted to enjoy every second of it.