Mike went to bed that night with a hard weight in the pit of his stomach. It was the kind of feeling that seemed to be turning you inside out no matter how tightly you curled yourself into a ball, which incidentally was what he was doing, with his arms wrapped around his legs and burying his face in his knees.

He was sleeping on a blow-up matt in the basement, facing the wall away from the rest of the room. He knew it must be at least midnight, but he couldn't sleep, his mind was still racing from everything that had happened that night. El pulling her dress up, seeing her new, fuller body, rubbing her belly, bumping her…um.

Mike shivered, even laying here in bed he could feel his ears burning at the thought of touching El. Opening his eyes he rolled over to face the room, where he could see Eleven curled up, asleep, in her nest of blankets. Mike observed her now more pronounced silhouette under the covers, her larger hips creating a hill shaped in the comforter.

Mike sighed. He knew he liked El, their was no use denying it, he had kissed her twice now, but ever since the Snow Ball things hadn't seemed to be happening much between them. Life had gone back to normal, and so had Mike. But now that El was clearly eating herself right out of her own dresses, Mike was finding it harder and harder to keep his feelings discrete. He couldn't deny he liked El's change in figure any less then he could stop her eating those Eggos. Playing with her belly tonight had been better then any kiss he's ever had. And he had no idea how he was going to talk to her the next morning after touching her…um…her… .Mike buried his head in his pillow at that thought.

"I touched her… her… her area." He thought to himself.

He squirmed with embarrassment. Remembering her face when he touched her, her shocked expression, the involuntary noise she had made that betrayed any notion that rubbing her belly that night had been any less enjoyable for her then it had been for Mike.

Mike smiled at that. He didn't know much about girls, and El was so different from any other girl he'd met. But he couldn't think of anything to disprove the fact that she liked him rubbing her belly. She was the one who had asked for it after all. And if she liked him doing it, maybe there was a chance she'd let him do it again. And if she kept stuffing herself like this there was sure to be more belly to rub, right?

Slowly, a vague plan started forming in Mike's mind. Plans that involved eggos, whipped cream, candy, and a plump satisfied El letting Mike rub her belly, now bigger and rounder then ever. Mike closed his eyes and smiled. If he kept feeding El like this, she might let him do just that. And with that happy thought floating in his mind, Mike finally drifted off to sleep.

El woke up the next morning to the sounds of Mike getting out of bed. She watched him silently as he rolled out off his mattress and trudged sleepily upstairs. She waited for a couple of minutes, staring into the empty basement, before springing up and heading across the basement to the bathroom.

Her face was still She had dreamt about Mike last night, she couldn't remember any of the specifics, but she still couldn't help feel embarrassed despite of herself. She decided not to think about it.

Washing her mouth in the sink, she cupped her hands under the faucet and splashed the sleep out of her eyes. She turned around and caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the door. She paused, to look at herself.

She only noticed a few days ago that she had started to get a little chunky. Nothing major, just a little bit of padding here and there. Always being rail thin, she had never experienced anything like it before, but after the events of last night, she found that she liked the change. She liked how soft she felt, she loved eating, and she really loved the way she felt when Mike rubbed her belly, but she still didn't fully understand the whole thing.

She also didn't really understand what it was to like someone. The way Mike described it, it seemed an awful lot like being friends, but she knew it couldn't be that because he'd told her specifically it wasn't. Despite her ignorance, she knew how much she liked getting her belly rubbed, and she could link the feeling to when Mike has kissed her at the Snow Ball.

And then when Mike had brushed her underwear. She had never felt anything like that before, she didn't know how to describe it, it was like a warm numbness down below. She smiled to herself in the mirror remembering that moment. She really did look chunkier, her thighs now rubbed together in the middle, and her little gut was making her tank top ride up.

She gave her small layer of belly fat a squeeze, trying to recreate the sensation from last night, it still felt good, but it wasn't the same. Turning herself around in the mirror, she could see her butt poking out the bottom of her pajama shorts. She hadn't noticed that before. El wondered if it was connected to rubbing her belly, or even rubbing her… . Closing her eyes she replayed that moment again in her head, Mike rubbing her belly, and then rubbing her…

She remembered his face when he was messaging her, shocked, wide eyed, but exited. All of those qualities amplified when he brushed up against her panties.

Hmm. Maybe Mike knew something she didn't, he did seem different when he touched her below the belly. It certainly felt different. Either way, El knew she had to find a way to get Mike to rub her belly again.

As if on queue, El's tummy let out an enormous growl. Remembering the pile of waffles waiting for her upstairs, El jogged up the stairs watching her little gut bounce around as she went.

Reaching the breakfast table, she was greeted by from Mike, Nancy, and of course, a plate full of syrup soaked waffles. She didn't know if she was imagining it, but it seemed like the usually sizable stack was even bigger then usual this morning, with Eggo upon Eggo pilled up on top of each other in a mountain of fried dough and maple syrup.

Apparently El wasn't the only one who had noticed the new increase in portion. Nancy was eying the heap of Eggos in bewilderment, while shooting suspicious and disapproving looks at Mike.

El looked at the two siblings with that same curious look she used before, but at that moment her belly gave another huge rumble that seemed to hint not to question it.

Tucking herself in at the table she picked up a fork and was just about to dig in when she heard a small voice come from Mike's end of the table.

"Do you want whipped cream?"

It was indeed Mike, who was leaning across the table to grab a whipped cream can that El hadn't noticed being there before. It had certainly not been there on any of the other mornings El had slept over.

"Oh," she said, "yes please." She smiled brightly, a look that was mirrored by Mike as he walked over behind her and gave her a generous dollop of whipped cream, then returning to his seat looking sheepish, but proud of himself.

El looked around the table to see if there were any other new additions to the breakfast menu. Bobbing up and down slightly as she craned her neck to see all the corners of the table.

"Do you need something else?"

It was Mike again. He hadn't touched his own food but was still staring at El.

"Um…yeah, do you have any of that chocolate sauce from last night?" She said, remembering how good it was when mixed with the whipped cream.

Without giving an answer, Mike jumped off his chair and crossed excitedly to the fridge at the other end of the kitchen. Rummaging around for a minute, he proceeded to remove a dark brown bottle filled with chocolate sauce. Walking over to El, they looked at each other for a moment before Mike added an equally generous amount of chocolate sauce to the already enormous breakfast in front of El. She beamed at Mike as he sat back down in his own seat.

"Don't you think that's a little much?" Asked Nancy, who didn't look up from her cereal, but El knew the question was directed at Mike, Nancy rarely talked to El.

"Let her eat what she wants," Mike argued, "You know how much she likes Eggos."

Nancy still looked a little grossed out, but merely shrugged and didn't go any further into it. El's stomach was now gurgling and growling more then ever. She looked up at Mike, who still hadn't started his breakfast but was looking over at El's in apprehension.

Not being able to hold back any longer, El dug in, wolfing down Eggo after Eggo with gusto. Each bite was better then the last, in what seemed like never ending pile of cream and dough. Forkful after forkful disappeared down her throat, never slowing down or showing and ounce of restraint.

After a few frenzy filled minutes, El finally sat back in her chair. She was stuffed full; her belly felt hard and tight as it stuck out significantly and peaked out from under her nightshirt. She felt wonderful, the feeling of being full reminded her of Mike rubbing her, it was the same tingly contentment she'd felt then.

Looking over at Mike, El saw him staring unashamedly at her, his fork still in hand but unable to tear his eyes away from El as she ate. This made her embarrassed, she didn't know why but something about Mike's staring always seemed to make her nervous. She looked down at her now empty plate, blushing.

It was all connected she thought. Mikes staring, the Eggos, her new flab, rubbing her belly.

"Well just be careful," Nancy said,

El had been too absorbed in her own thoughts to notice Nancy, who had now gotten up from her seat and was clearly talking to El.

"You know what'll happen if you keep eating like that."

As she left the kitchen, she was ushered out by more retaliatory calls from Mike. But El wasn't paying attention. The whole thing had come together in one shining piece.

"My belly got bigger because I was eating well." She thought to herself.

"Mike only started rubbing my belly when it started to grow, so the more I eat, the bigger my belly will grow, and the more Mike will stare and rub my belly."

El looked up from her still empty plate. She was determined now that she'd figured out the puzzle, and had started thinking how best to put her plan into action.

She looked up. Mike wasn't watching El anymore, but had finally started on his own smaller plate of waffles. El stood back from her chair without taking her eyes off Mike, who's head shot up at the sound of her chair against the floor. His eyes followed her around the table as she walked over to his seat.

Pausing in front of Mike, El looked down at his plate. She was still stuffed from her own mountain of waffles, but if eating made her belly bigger, there was only one logical option.

Shyly, nervously, she reached down and slid one of Mike's waffles off his plate. Mike stared with the same wide-eyed look that El had enjoyed so much when she was eating. Then, while never taking her eyes off Mike, El stuffed the whole waffle in her mouth with one hand and after a few enormous chews swallowed the whole thing.

Hesitating for a bit slightly out of breath, El smiled down at Mike, who grinned greedily back at her. Satisfied with herself, El left the room, her hand resting stuffed tummy still protruding out from under her nightshirt. As Mike watched her bloated belly bounce its way out of the kitchen.