Max was enjoying her day thus far.
Yeah, class had been a pain today but that didn't matter to much. As it turns out, when you have a certain blue haired girlfriend whom sneaks into your dorm and surprises you with a mega-ton of snacks and free weed, it's pretty easy to learn how to get lost in the fun of it all.
Being huddled around a laptop and watching Netflix had become a staple in the blooming relationship that was Max Caulfield and Chloe Price.
Max sighed as she melted further into the dorm sofa, reaching a lazy arm around her partner's shoulder. Quite honestly, this entire ordeal was a total vibe that she'd never get sick of experiencing. Just being here in the moment with Chloe.
What more could someone ask for?
When your girlfriend is currently stuffing her face with her second bag of popcorn and loudly riffing at the shitty comedy movie, things just seemed to hit different.
"Holy shit, I've seen better acting in crappy homemade pornos!" Chloe cackled at the actress on screen, jostling the sofa with her sudden movement. She would have nearly toppled the bowl over with her forearm, hadn't it have been for Max's reaching out and catching it at the last second.
They both laughed heartily at the crisis averted. This little scenario had been going on for a little over an hour now, and clearly there was yet more fun to be had.
Max smirked and pressed her head into the punk's neck, the smell of smoke and fabric conditioner greeting her nose. Moments when Chloe was free in her element like this tended to be the most exciting parts of Max's day. A few idle seconds ticked by, and Max just admired for the moment. The way Chloe's face would light up after a particular part in the film, or the way her eyes would light up at the each passing glance she threw Max's way.
It was a joyous thing.
As attractive as Chloe's features were, there was another element at play that had caught Max's attention. In fact, it had been catching her attention for about the past thirty minutes or so.
As the brunette adjusted herself to get comfortable, there was a certain something that was pressing into the firm part of the back of her brain. Something aching, deep and lustful in the deepest parts of her psyche. This part of Max's personality usually tended to come out of her whenever she was alone with Chloe like this, where the fear of judgement or ridicule was nowhere to be found.
Max couldn't help it. Arousal struck her then, deep and yearning within. Chloe just seemed to always have that effect on her. Max questioned her sanity, but mostly she just questioned how watching someone eat, could be so sexy.
Max gauged the display beside her.
She watched intently as Chloe would bite into the handfuls, the way her lips would munch and crunch each morsel, how her throat would bob as she took in every mouthful.
The way the punk's stomach would gurgle softly every so often, no doubt hard at work breaking down food with enzymes. It was something that would be barely audible to most, but Max's ears were almost honed in to listen for it.
In her current intoxicated-mind state, Chloe didn't even seemed to notice just how much she'd been eating for the past hour, and Max's could tell from the sliver of belly that was slightly peaking out from underneath Chloe's tank, it was quite a hefty amount.
Max felt at home here.
As if she could spend every single waking moment watching Chloe brainlessly consume snack after snack, not even registering her own body's fullness.
A dull burning sensation placed itself between Max's legs and she bit her lips to prevent a groan from escaping. This was all too real, all too intense for Max to bare. But by some form of a miracle, she held onto her fleeting sanity.
Chloe took up another handful of popcorn just then, but this time instead just scarfing it down outright, she chased it down with a mouthful of soda.
Max watched in awe as the punk's cheeks bulged out almost cartoon-like, and for a split second Max feared she might choke. Chloe steadied herself momentarily, thumping her chest a few times before gulping the entire masticated mouthful. It was probably just horniness clouding her judgment, but swore that she could see the bulge slide down Chloe's throat and into her belly.
If she were less of a person, Max would have drooled.
Chloe leaned backwards into the sofa, her tank slipping up even further to reveal a pale belly and a navel piercing. She must have reached her full stage, cause her eyes seemed heavier than before. It was perfect timing too, as the snack bowl had seemed to finally to run out.
Max scooted over, draping an arm over the punk's shoulder. She loved this, she loved to see Chloe like this. Bloated, sated, relaxed and happy. It was too cute for words.
"Eat well?" Max asked, strategically placing her hand over the crest of her girlfriends abdomen. It wasn't very sneaky, but Chloe was too high to care.
The punk looked up at her, eyes brimmed over and pupils still red from the THC in her system. A soft tribble of gas bubbled up from her throat and left her mouth in a soft expulsion.
"Hella."
Max smirked and kissed her softly, lips overcome with the taste of weed smoke and salt.
A flavor so uniquely Chloe.
The arousal, love, and passion all hit her at once then.
This is what happiness felt like.