NatsuYuri feeding pt. 2


It's the following day, and the weight of Yuri's bag serves as a continual reminder of what will surely be the highlight of her day. She laughs at herself, realizing that she's yet again fell into the trap of her own obsessive personality. But fully knowing that Natsuki will secretly be overjoyed, she knows her efforts will be worth it.

When club time finally arrives, Yuri notices herself exchanging glances with Natsuki a little more often today. Is it her doing, or Natsuki's? Perhaps Natsuki really is secretly hoping that Yuri would have more for her today. No, she definitely is.
Once the two of them are settled in, Yuri saves herself the trouble of asking this time. Her foot is in the door, and there's no way she can stop here. Besides, she already has a plan formulated.
Pulling the container out of her bag, Yuri is reminded by its sheer weight how overboard she went. But if she didn't bring enough for Natsuki to eat to her heart's content, then none of this would have been worth it. She needed to be sure.
"What's that? Wait...are you serious, Yuri?" Natsuki ends up raising her voice a little in shock as Yuri lifts the lid, exposing a tremendous plate of food. The box is indiscriminately crammed with all kinds of side dishes - fried chicken, eggs, a multitude of vegetables, bits of sausage, and whatever other bento material Yuri managed to find hiding in her kitchen.
"Yuri..." Natsuki whines, clearly acknowledging Yuri having gone overboard.
"I-It's fine! It's for us to share! I-I mean...I accidentally made a little too much, but...that means there's enough for both of us...right?"
Among Yuri's panicked stammering, Natsuki has a somewhat doubtful expression on her face. But that soon becomes a wince as her stomach cramps in pain from the savory aroma of the food piled in front of her. Her eyes widen a little as she grabs her utensil.
"We're sharing, okay?" Natsuki sternly says, unable to accept Yuri's over-generous offer otherwise. Yuri nods enthusiastically, less in agreement, but rather impatiently urging Natsuki to begin.
And Natsuki certainly begins. She darts her hand around the box, clearly so eager to try everything that she can't even take her time to pick. Hand practically shaking, she scoops up her first portion, almost too large to fit into her little mouth. But her hunger has the best of her, and she forces it down, eyes practically unfocused as the texture and flavor takes over her senses. She repeats this again and again, chewing with a vigor as though it's a nuisance getting in the way of her piling in more food.
Swallowing once more with great effort, Natsuki pounds a fist into her chest to help force it down. Taking cue, Yuri reaches over with a bottle of water, which Natsuki immediately accepts. She takes a few big gulps before pulling it from her face with a "Pwah!", taking a few seconds to catch her breath. Meanwhile, hardly a dent has been put into Yuri's oversized bento.
"It's good!" Natsuki exclaims before shoving down another mouthful. Yuri stares with intense passion. She loves it! I'm so happy! Her thoughts and pounding heart won't calm down - but she forces herself, with a shaking hand, to take a small bite of her own, for the sole purpose of avoiding suspicion. Keep going, Natsuki. I can't bring myself to eat any when I made it all for you. Especially when you show no signs of slowing down.
A few minutes pass with nothing but Natsuki's satisfied little grunts and sighs to break the silence. When her side of the box is practically clear, she starts shoveling Yuri's side toward her, evening it out once more. Yuri, afraid that Natsuki would use that as a stopping point, is delightfully relieved - Natsuki is so enveloped in her own bliss that she hasn't even noticed she's now making even Yuri's portion quickly disappear, with no signs of slowing. Yuri is enamored. Have more. It's all for you. Meanwhile, as if forgetting her decency, Natsuki managed to sneak her free hand beneath her uniform, massaging her belly as if to continuously make room for more with each bite.
After another blissful stretch of time, the contents of the box have been narrowed down to its final corner, and Natsuki's pace has finally slowed. Her occasional grunts, previously from the pleasure of shoveling down mouthfuls of delicious food, are now ones that escape between bites as she struggles to digest the unbelievable mass of food stretching her poor gut. She reaches for the final few bites, but stops herself for a moment.
"You...you wanna finish it?" Natsuki asks with a voice clearly lacking in energy.
Yuri shakes her head and smiles. "You can finish it," she says with gentle encouragement. "I've had enough, so..."
"Yeah..." Natsuki agrees. "Come to think of it, it's impolite for me to not to finish it."
Another pang of pleasure flows from Yuri's chest. Watching Natsuki psyche herself up to stuff every last inch of her belly...with the food Yuri brought for her! The feeling is indescribable. She watches with an infatuated gaze as Natsuki takes another gulp of water before bringing the oversized box up to her mouth, shoveling in the few remaining bites. With a final gulp, the last of it disappears with the rest into Natsuki's gut.
"Ugh..." Natsuki grunts in satisfaction, pleased with herself. Her arms drop to her sides, causing the box to practically clatter against the floor, as she slumps down, back sliding against the wall. A dazed smile creeps onto her face. "That was...really good..."
Yuri can't bring herself to respond through her infatuation. She gazes at Natsuki, suddenly understanding why she slid down the wall into such an indecent pose. What was once Natsuki's flat stomach is now a firm mound, carelessly bulging into the air and stretching the fabric of her blazer, like a trophy to symbolize Natsuki's unbelievable gluttony.
"Oh god..." Natsuki groans. She finds enough strength to raise her arms and starts fumbling with the buttons of her blazer, before eventually giving up.
Yuri can't help herself. She was the one who did this to Natsuki, so she needs to take responsibility, right? Slowly, she leans over Natsuki's comatose body, and realizes her hands are shaking. Is this really okay? To lay her hands on Natsuki's restless, bulging belly? She's just helping, right? She's just unbuttoning her blazer for her.
"Yuri--!" Natsuki starts to protest after feeling Yuri's hands, but she soon loses her words after suddenly experiencing the incredible relief of her blazer being unbuttoned, each side gently sliding off her oversized gut.
But Yuri's hands haven't let up. They still rest gently on Natsuki's belly while Yuri desperately tries to will herself to stop. But the feeling of Natsuki's overstuffed belly...indecently bulging out with every last bit of food Yuri prepared for her...is too much for her. Without realizing what she's doing, Yuri finds her hands gently stroking Natsuki's belly through the fabric of her shirt, feeling its big, round shape.
Natsuki can't find the strength to protest something that feels so good. Yuri's soft hands gently massaging her full, aching belly...it's a bliss she never knew she wanted until now. Eyes droopy and lips parted, Natsuki lets out a few deep sighs as she feels Yuri's palms trace the shape of her belly over and over again.
"Ah--"
Yuri finally manages to snap out of her own daze, her face beet red. As she begins to stammer a bunch of excuses, she glances at Natsuki's face to read her expression.
But Natsuki is sound asleep, her gentle breaths telling Yuri that all her needs were satisfied.