Lunch with Daddy

A hot, heavy burst of gas bubbled onto his lap sending vibrations through both his thighs and Emma's luxuriant behind. She let out a short sigh interpretable as a show of relief or pleasure - or both. It was only one of many such sighs and soft hums that had caused their involuntary audience more than a little discomfort.

"Good girl," he cooed in her ear and continued his tender massage. Her rotund tummy gurgled beneath his fingers; plush, pale flesh bulging from between her immodest shorts and upsettingly innocent graphic-tee. It wasn't so long ago that it took a good stuffing for her belly to peek out so far; now, every outfit she owned couldn't contain her well fed gut.

Emma flashed a coy smile to no-one in particular before shoving two dipping-sauce-slathered nuggets past her plump lips. Their familiar flavor and decadent crunch had her moaning into the mouthful. A few leisurely chews later she picked up her large milkshake in both crumb-dusted hands and added its sweetness to the cheap but so delicious delicacy. After washing down the mushy mixture, the straw stayed locked in place for a good six gulps of the chocolate treat before finally being released.

A belch louder and deeper than had any right to originate from a girl Emma's size came rumbling through her comparatively flat chest and out into the already fast-food-scented air. If her soft cheeks were not already pink from excitement she would have blushed. "Excuse me, Daddy," she said with a tone of feigned innocence contrasting against the blissful, half lidded grin that read as anything but.

He patted her belly affectionately and was rewarded by another crass burp. The booth where they sat had long since been enveloped by a warm cloud of Emma's signature homemade smog; even so, this most recent release was a welcome addition to the rank yet irresistible aroma. After cramming her remaining nuggets and the rest of her shake into her grumbling innards, she graced his lap with another, wetter fart.

"Daddy..." came a breathy sigh as she turned her head not quite far enough to look at him and smiled bashfully. "I need to go potty again."

He smiled and prepared to carry her to the restroom, wondering if she would break her record of two clogged toilets in a single day.