Story:

“I’m hungry,” Acerola complained, “You should get me something, Dalton.” Looking up from his phone, Dalton gave Acerola a smile, “Of course. I’m guessing the usual?” “Malasadas!” She gleefully cheered. Dalton knew all too well how malasadas were Acerola’s weakness, and not to mention how much she began packing on the pounds, specifically in her belly. It wasn’t too large, of course, looking like she stuffed a large bag of marshmallows under her shirt, but it definitely wasn’t too small.


Getting up from the couch, Dalton gave a light stretch and looked at Acerola and said, “I’ll be right back.” Grabbing his bag, he made his way out of the house and to the market. Dalton was a tall, lean guy. He kept his dark hair short, and always wore dark khakis and button down shirts as his usual wardrobe. He and Acerola met on his trip to the Ula’ula island, and they had hit it off quite easily. And boy, did she have a sweet tooth for malasadas. Luckily, the walk to the market wasn’t too long, only a 20 minute walk there.


As he finally arrived, Dalton was greeted with the smells and sounds of the bustling city’s market. Taking a little bit off the path, he decided to look at some of what the market had to offer that day. Some vendors had shirts, others had small trinkets, and there were some that had been selling pokemon items. Finally thinking he spent enough time looking around, he made his way to the food vendors. Specifically the malasadas vendor.


Walking up to the vendor, the old lady that worked there greeted him with a large smile. “Greetings, Dalton. Here again for Miss Acerola?” “You know it,” he said, chuckling to himself. “How many would you like to get this time?” she asked, preparing a box. “Hm, probably gonna need a second box,” he replied, scratching the back of his head, thinking about how many he was gonna need. “Oh, she must be pretty hungry then,” the old lady smiled, grabbing a second box. After filling up each box with about 20 malasadas each, Dalton paid the old lady and made his way back to the house, quickening his pace to make sure they didn’t get cold.


As he finally arrived back, Acerola was waiting at the window, her bright smile making clear that she had been waiting patiently for it. Opening the door, Acerola quickly yelled, “How many did you get?” “I got you two boxes this time,” Dalton said, taking off his bag and putting the two boxes on the small coffee table. “Yes!” she cheered, immediately opening one of the boxes and wasting no time devouring the malasadas.


Dalton watched as one by one, each malasada entered her mouth, got quickly chewed and swallowed, and packed down into her stomach. He was very entertained by this, having seen her dozens of times do this display, each time still fascinating him nonetheless. “Senpai…” he heard her say, “Can you please help me?” Looking up to her, she was leaning deep into the couch, her belly sticking high up in the air, and she played at the fact that she was “too heavy” to lift herself up to get more of the food. Sitting down next to her, he graciously grabbed one of the malasadas and fed it to her, her eyes opening wide and almost a sparkle to them. “Mmm,” she let out.


This continued on until the box was finally empty. Acerola rubbed her belly gently and let out a small burp. “Still got room?” Dalton jokes. “Always,” Acerola replied, opening her mouth to continue being fed. Opening the second box, Dalton took one out and slowly began to feed her once more, this time, placing a hand on her belly and giving it a slight rub. Acerola gasps, “Your hand is so warm. Keep going.” He wouldn’t turn down an opportunity like this and continued rubbing. He kept his slow pace with feeding her and rubbing her belly, taking in the feeling of how soft she truly was. He even gave her a few slight pinches, but she only moaned softly and made no retort to what he was doing.


After about 15 minutes, the second box was completely finished, and Acerola felt full and stuffed. But Dalton kept his hand on her belly and continued feeling it. “You want to listen to it, senpai?” she asked him, looking up at him to see he was still in a trance rubbing her middle. “If you don’t mind,” he said almost too excitedly. Leaning his head down on her middle, he listened deeply as the sound of her stomach began to work. Churning and sloshing the food as it made its way to its final destination, the sound of her stomach filled his ear full of ecstasy. He began to rub the sides of her stomach, squishing it to hear different sound effects that would occur while doing it.


All the while, Acerola began to rub Dalton’s head and smile to herself. She was lucky to find him and was even luckier to see that he enjoyed the simplicity of the weird things she does. It was lovely in a sense, and she loved him. After 30 minutes of their activities, they both fell asleep in their same positions.


After a few hours of sleeping, they both awoke from their slumber. Dalton lifted himself off of Acerola and they looked at each other and smiled, “That was a good nap, huh?” Acerola said, giving a slight yawn and stretch. “Best one yet,” Dalton laughed. Suddenly, they heard a rumbling noise come from Acerola’s belly. “Hungry?” he asked. “Yes, senpai,” she replied, blushing.


(Credits to @JosephScrand for the drawing!)

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