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You bring another large helping of food to the table, Leigh climbing on Hellen and growling like a needy dog to beg for the last serving you brought. Leigh eats so fast she barely even takes the time to assess if she's full or not after she gulps down a meal. You had to deal with her begging for your food prior to this, but now that Hellen has started joining everyone at the table she’s moved onto her. You would intervene, but Hellen seems to have control of it. Leigh could very easily grab her plate and swallow it whole. She's done that to you before. But, she just whines in Hellen’s ear like a husky. You don't understand it, but you aren't going to question it. You refill Leigh’s plate, your spoonful of rice and chicken clicking against the glass. She returns to her seat immediately. Then you serve Hellen, pushing aside the rest of the unfinished food on her plate. She huffs as a means of thanking you. Or, that's what you think that means. Then you serve Aster, who you nearly forgot was at the table with you. He’s been so quiet. He thanks you again, as he always does when you serve him food- staring down at his plate for a moment before he glances at you a few times and begins to eat. He holds eye contact with you as he parts his lips, only breaking it to slowly begin to chew. He roughly swallows, sighing afterwards as if it were a large pill he had to force down.
“Are you alright?” You ask with worry in your voice, eyeing him for any potential wounds.
“Yes, of course.” Aster quickly replies, his words breathier than usual. “Your cooking is exquisite, Sam. I just can't get enough.” He forces down another bite, panting afterwards.
You stare blankly at him, blinking a few times and looking to the other people at the table for guidance. They’re too busy focusing on their own eating to have any input. Well, you aren't sure what to make of this. Either he feels pressured to keep eating, or…
“You don't have to eat everything I give you. I only keep serving you because I don't want you to feel left out. I know you're smaller than Leigh and Hellen so your appetite likely doesn't match theirs…” You put your hand on Aster’s shoulder and he shifts, pulling at the fabric on his robe. He looks guilty now.
“I-” He hesitates. “I don't want to be impolite. You spend so much time handcrafting meals you know we will all enjoy. Putting any of it to waste would make me feel terrible…"
Does he not know that leftovers exist?
“Aster… I just put whatever is unfinished back in the fridge. And it saves just fine.” You gesture to where you keep your leftover bags and containers.
Now Aster looks even more guilty.
“Ah. Hm.” He looks down at his lap, patting his thighs.
“...I do enjoy eating as well. I was not lying when I said your cooking is exquisite. I have had fancier dishes, but nothing quite compares to a home-cooked meal. I haven't had someone cook for me since I lived with my parents. Truly, it is a gift. I can't help but savor it.” He lifts his fork, taking another large bite. The more he eats the more he seems to struggle to swallow. But he continues anyway, his pace picking back up now that your gaze is held on him. It isn't long before he finishes, looking up at you expectantly.
“May… I have more?”
This feels… Weird. Not in a bad way, but you find yourself a bit hot around the collar at the whole concept of this. How he’s looking at you doesn't help. He looks… Needy. He's practically giving you bedroom eyes. What is this?
…You take another spoonful, filling his plate again.
You hear Leigh complain, but you completely tune her out to watch Aster greedily scarf down your food in a way you haven't seen him before. Typically he eats as if he were seated at a royal family's table. Silverware in its proper spots, fixed posture, small polite bites. But now… He's barely even chewing. You can faintly see each bite he swallows gliding down his throat. In fact, you swear he's trying to display it to you with how he tilts his head back each time he needs to swallow. He’s completely winded by the time he gets to the last few bites, his free hand tugging at the lower part of his robe in an attempt to obscure something.
And then he’s done. He doesn’t ask for more.
You get up from your seat, quickly telling Leigh she can have the rest of the leftover food. As you give her the ok she immediately begins to stuff her face, and Hellen gets up to take the empty dishes.
There's a silence between you and Aster, before you gesture to your room. He seems to get the memo, blushing as he slowly gets up. His robe, which was previously loose in his lap, now shifts to drape over his stomach in a way that really reveals how full he is. He whines as he’s forced to feel the weight of his stomach drop, holding onto the sides of it. His gut is protruding out far enough for the bottom of his robe to lift and reveal a glimpse of his shoes. You hadn't realized he ate this much…
You wrap an arm around him, helping escort him to your room as you stare down at his round belly.
Once you help him in, you sit him down on the edge of your bed, closing the door behind the two of you afterwards.
It's quiet, except for the sound of Aster’s heavy breathing. He stares at you with desperation in his eyes as he weakly attempts to rub his own stomach, his legs pinched and a deep blush visible on his cheek.
You slowly approach him to press your palm against the middle of his stomach, his own hand moving away to support his back instead. You begin to rub circles, feeling the occasional vibration of his innards working away at all the food. He closes his eyes, sighing appreciatively. Now that he's seated again and not trying to hide his stomach, you can see that it takes up practically all of his lap. He was already on the chubbier side, but now it’s nearly gracing his kneecaps.
“T-Thank you, Sam…” He stutters, his voice weak and shaky.
You pull your hand back, pressing it into his chest to tell him to lean back more. He shifts further back into your bed, his necklace jingling as he now lays in a way where he's partially upright, his elbows supporting him. Even when he's leaned back his stomach takes up so much space… You can only see his eyes peeking from behind the mound of it at this angle.
Aster hiccups, his entire body jiggling. You crawl back onto him to firmly rub at his stomach again, your knee brushing against stiffness where it shouldn't be. You glance down, and lo and behold. He’s hard. That explains a lot. You only have one hand, so you begin to knee him in a rocking motion, his erection throbbing against your leg. He whines each time he exhales, his hiccups worsening and making him noisier.
He begins to moan, your hand roughly rubbing up and down his stomach in the same motion your knee is against his crotch, a few small burps escaping him from the pressure of your hand. He meekly apologizes after each one, his eye peeking open to look up at you.
His voice progressively becomes higher-pitched as he finishes faster than you expected, dampening his robe and the leg of your pants with his cum.
He slumps farther back into your bed, his breathing shallowing.
You keep rubbing at his stomach, feeling just about as needy as he was now that you haven't given any attention to your own erection. But before you can ask him for help, his eyes begin to flutter. He must be tired. Oh well.
He pats his stomach, inviting you to lay on it as he nods off. You take the invitation, your head sinking into his fat. Even if you didn't get to finish yourself, listening to him digest is pleasant. His belly is very warm. You’d nap like he seems to be if you weren't bothered by the fact that you have to do laundry now. You're making him do it when he's awake.