Lalia's Triple Date: A Craving Control Story, Pt.2
Lalia wriggled free of the taxi with difficulty, trying her best to not look flustered as she straightened to reveal the pronounced paunch clinging to the front of her curvy body. She noticed her date waiting on the kerb near the restaurant, a broad, a dark-haired man immaculately dressed in a sharp, deep-blue suit with subtle pinstripes; Lalia bounded across the pavement with a swaying gait into the familiar gentleman's embrace,
"Lalia, my dear, so good to see you," Edmund effused, touching both shoulders gently as he leaned over her abundant gut to kiss her on each cheek,
"You too, Edmund," she replied, "How's the 'Plenitude' business?"
"Interesting as ever," he glanced down to Lalia's belly, her dress already fitting tightly over it and providing the rounded, heavily pregnant-looking outline that the cab driver couldn't help but notice, "I see you've taken care of your own plenitude, as usual,"
"Tsk! It seems like all of my dresses give away every little bulge," Lalia giggled, smoot