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Nancy has a problem.
It's not life or death, for once, and she should be more grateful for that, but it's fucking hard to deal with and so she’s going to complain about it anyway - or at least, she would, if she could tell anyone.
A couple months ago, Family Video had closed down, and Steve and Robin had needed to find new jobs. They'd both gotten hired at a diner just outside of town, and Nancy has been in hell ever since. If Nancy was a normal person, this wouldn’t be an issue at all. It should be nothing to do with her at all, really. But instead, she’s suffering.
There's a couple of reasons for that. Firstly, the uniforms look entirely too good on them. It’s a fifties-style diner, with uniforms to match - polo shirts and suspenders for the guys, and old fashioned dresses with circle skirts for the girls. It’s really not a style that Nancy should be so into - these are the clothes her parents wore when they were young - but Steve and Robin seem to be getting hotter by the day and Nancy knows herself well enough to know that the uniforms are at least half of it. Steve looks good in it, because he's Steve and he looks good in almost everything - not that Nancy would ever say that out loud - but this uniform really does work for him. But Robin? Nancy hadn’t been expecting her to look so good. Robin hates the fifties-style dress she has to wear, but it fits her like a glove. Nancy had no idea she was hiding those curves under her baggy shirts, and finds her eye drawn to her waist more often than she’d expected.
The weirdly sexy uniforms aren’t actually the primary cause of Nancy’s distress, however. The actual cause of her problem is more than a little strange, and honestly shouldn’t be something she finds noteworthy at all.
The diner closes at 9:30pm, and Nancy quite often swings by at around 7 to get her dinner (usually with a hefty and definitely-not-company-policy friends and family discount) but mostly just for the company. She’s a little lonely since her breakup with Jonathan, and her moody younger brother and emotionally absent parents don’t make the best company, so she ends up spending a lot of time reading or working on projects while Steve and Robin flit around in their sexy uniforms taking orders and bickering with each other. Because Hawkins isn’t a particularly busy place, the diner is usually deserted by 8:45 and so it’ll just be the three of them fairly quickly. The kitchen staff are more than used to her presence by now, and they don’t even bat an eyelid at the way Steve and Robin lock the main doors and start to cash up with her still inside the diner whenever they work the closing shift. It’s not uncommon for them to clock out and go home with Nancy still inside with Steve and Robin, watching them wipe down tables and stack chairs.
Here’s the thing. Whenever Steve and Robin work the closing shift, they get the kitchen staff to make them burgers for their dinner. The kitchen staff are all too happy to oblige, and they make these enormous burgers, served with however many fries happen to be left over from that day. Robin locks the doors, Steve draws the shutters, they wipe all but one of the tables down, and then they can finally sit down and eat. And here’s the thing that’s been torturing Nancy; Steve and Robin are, naturally, always starving after a busy shift.
It’s not an every day thing, she’s pretty sure, but every time Nancy’s there with them, they wolf down these enormous burgers in no time at all, and then sit in the booth groaning and openly loosening their belts, complaining about how stuffed they are.
This is how Nancy comes to realise she's got a thing about people overeating.
It takes a few nights for her to notice. The first two times, she felt vaguely uncomfortable about it - partly because of the repressed sexual attraction that she didn’t recognise yet and was mistaking for discomfort, and partly because Steve and Robin were clearly so comfortable around each other that they were willing to act like total pigs, and Nancy doesn’t think she’s ever had a best friend that close. Not since Barb, definitely. But they hadn’t noticed Nancy’s conflicted feelings, and the next time Nancy was at the diner for close they’d done it again, and this time Nancy’s whole body had started tingling with heat watching Steve’s usually-toned stomach bulge outwards as he ate, and oh, she knows that feeling. Another week of grappling with the concept and working it out in her journal (and then burning the pages in case her mom snooped the next time she visited Nancy’s tiny apartment) but she had worked it out, and then the next time she’d been present for one of Steve and Robin’s dinners she’d immediately wished she was still in uncomfortable denial because it would’ve been much easier and less arousing.
But more importantly, slowly, through all the showing up late at night to the diner, Nancy somehow actually becomes friends with them. She was perhaps never really friends with Steve before she started dating him - he was more of an achievement than a potential life partner, honestly. Plus he was gorgeous. And good with his tongue. They didn’t actually talk much when they were together, but that’s changed since Nancy started stopping by the diner. When it’s quiet and there are no customers - which is often, at the hours Nancy shows up at - they’ve actually been getting on pretty well. It was awkward at first, but it turns out they do have stuff in common, aside from the obvious monsters and demons shit.
After all that though, Nancy is still not really sure how the hell Steve became friends with Robin, who’s simultaneously too cool for Steve and also the lamest person Nancy’s ever met. If she’s honest, Robin had annoyed the fuck out of Nancy when they’d been working the Victor Creel case, but she’s since come to like her. Not being in high pressure, literal life or death situations every single day does wonders for your relationships, it turns out. Robin might be kind of scattered and clumsy and she drops at least one plate a week at the diner, but she speaks four languages (how?) and she reads poetry and listens to rock music and she’s got these big blue eyes and these pink lips that Nancy has maybe spent a lot of time looking at when she talks.
(People eating too much and groaning about it is perhaps not the only thing Nancy’s learned she’s into recently.)
Robin ties her hair up into this cute half-up ponytail at work, and that fifties dress skims her body in this incredible way that makes Nancy want to grab her by the hips and squeeze them, and maybe Nancy’s a little bit queer. Nancy freaks out about this for about a week, and then decides she’s dealt with much worse. She can handle liking girls.
After a while, Robin declares it lame that they only hang out at work, and invites Nancy to the apparently regular movie night that the two of them have, and from that point on, Nancy and Steve and Robin start having movie nights. Apparently two years at Family Video gives you an encyclopaedic knowledge of every movie ever released and how to choose the perfect film for any given vibe, and a snack pairing to go with it. It’s pretty cool. Sometimes Jonathan is there - a little awkward, now that they’ve broken up, but it’s okay. Sometimes Eddie is there. On one memorable occasion, Dustin and Will were there, and Nancy hadn’t been sure how to navigate that but Steve and Robin seem to treat them as both close friends and as annoying younger brothers. Nancy’s just glad Mike hadn’t been there; fighting with him definitely would've killed the vibe.
Tonight is movie night once again, and for the first time ever, it’s just Nancy and Robin. Steve’s parents actually remembered they have a son and came back to Hawkins for a while, so he’s got to go home and suffer through their company for a few days, which leaves the two girls to have their movie night alone in Nancy’s tiny apartment.
“Oh shoot,” Nancy had said when Robin showed up alone and explained. “He didn’t phone ahead, I already ordered the pizzas for three.”
“No biggie,” Robin said with a smile, pushing through the door with her bag of soda and cookies and microwave popcorn. “I’m sure we’ll manage.”
Half a movie later, and Robin is doing just fine. Nancy, however, is not managing at all.
“Do we have any more pizza?” Robin asks as she finishes the final slice of her pizza, patting her full little belly in satisfaction. Nancy tries not to look too interested.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” she says hastily, pushing her barely-touched pizza box towards Robin.
“Ugh, thanks. I was starving,” Robin says gratefully and digs in quickly.
Nancy isn’t sure that’s true - Robin ate her own pizza in record time, and she’s been steadily making her way through the soda and the big bowl of popcorn for the whole evening, belly steadily swelling with it. She’s been sneaking glances whenever she can. Robin doesn’t appear to notice, thankfully, and as she finishes the first thick slice of pizza, Robin stifles a small burp of fullness. Definitely not starving, Nancy thinks.
As Robin eats, Nancy’s side glances get more and more frequent and her control slips further and further. Robin’s got a pizza and a half in her belly, and it’s showing; her typically flat belly pushes out into a little rounded one. Every time she reaches forward for another slice, the fabric of her loose t-shirt (that’s rapidly becoming tighter) pulls across her belly and reveals a hint of the domed shape beneath, just a tease, and Nancy’s basically staring from the corner of her eye.
Robin’s second pizza is disappearing quickly, and now when she leans forward, she puts a hand to her belly, like it needs to be held back or something, or like it needs support. As she eats more and more, she begins to huff each time she leans forward, grunting softly as her growing belly makes it harder for her to reach the food she definitely doesn’t need to be eating. Nancy pretends to watch the movie, but she couldn’t tell you a single thing happening on screen.
At long last - or rather, within about fifteen minutes - Robin has finished the entire remaining three quarters of Nancy’s pizza, and she flops back into the couch cushions.
“Oof, okay, maybe that was a little much,” Robin groans, a little breathless. “It was so good though,” she sighs.
Nancy risks a more direct glance, and sees that Robin’s hands have gone to her belly and are slowly rubbing in wide circles. It’s so very rounded now, and it looks so tight, and Nancy’s hands itch to touch it too. Robin catches her eye and smiles, eyes half shut, and Nancy feels like she needs to say something - Robin doesn’t appear to care, but Nancy feels like she’s been caught staring. She opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, Robin leans forward again with another soft noise and picks up one of the almost-forgotten cookies. She shoves it in her mouth, taking a big bite, and then another. Only four large bites and it’s gone, and then she washes down with a few swigs of her soda.
“You okay, Robin?” Nancy dares to ask, hoping her voice doesn’t waver. It’s a close thing. Long eyelashes flutter against Robin’s cheeks as she shuts her eyes and lets out a heavy breath that ends in a soft groan of overfullness.
“Yeah,” she breathes.
She rubs her belly again, actually panting a little, and her t-shirt rides up to expose a little of the bloated flesh beneath it. Nancy can hardly believe that shirt was kind of loose when she got here. Robin’s been eating for a while; the movie is almost over, and she’s so stuffed that her lower belly is almost as rounded as the freshly-filled tight upper belly. Nancy’s going insane, she really is. She doesn’t know how to handle it. Robin runs a hand over her stomach, stroking across the most bloated part of it, and stifles another small burp.
“Ugh, I’m so stuffed,” she whines. “God, I’m so full, I shouldn’t have eaten so much.”
“And yet you keep eating,” Nancy says carefully, allowing a little of a disapproving tone to creep into her voice. She’s not sure why she does that. Maybe in order to try and keep her interest a secret? Trying to maintain some control over herself? She cringes a little at herself, but manages not to show anything on her face.
Robin seems unconcerned, and instead looks up at her with half-lidded blue eyes and a wry smile.
“You wanna know a secret?” she asks. Nancy nods, and Robin lowers her voice conspiratorially. “I’d totally eat more right now,” she says, biting her lip with those cute crooked teeth as she grins, as if that sentence wasn’t hot enough. “Even though I feel like a beached whale right now,” Robin laughs. “I kinda wanna see how much I can eat, y’know? Steve reckons it’s a lot.”
Nancy can’t respond, mouth hanging slightly open as she blinks at Robin. Nancy has died and is in hell. She’s got no idea what to do in this situation, what to say. She can barely think, let alone speak. Robin doesn’t seem to expect a response, though, she just reaches for another fucking cookie and eats it, one hand massaging the top of her belly the whole time.
“Ugh, I’m gonna get so fat eating like this,” she continues. “It’s your fault, Nance, you never finish your food. I can’t let it go to waste like that!” she whines, making Nancy gape at her. How is this her fault? She’s about to retort, but then Robin actually jiggles her belly with one hand, thoroughly distracting her. It hardly even moves, it’s so stuffed full.
Nancy snaps.
“Okay,” she says, her voice carefully neutral. She stands up. Nancy goes over to the fridge and pulls out some leftover creamy pasta and pours a tall glass of milk, and walks back over to Robin. “You don’t like waste and leftovers? I didn’t finish this earlier. Eat up.”
She drops the food down in front of Robin and raises an eyebrow at her. For some reason, Robin looks… excited. Like the cat who got the cream. Nancy did not expect her to look so happy when faced with Nancy’s weird obsession with watching her overeat. Robin just grins at her.
"I accept your challenge," she says with a smirk, and cracks open the tupperware. She huffs as she reaches for a fork. Despite how much she's already eaten, she begins to shovel the pasta in at an impressive speed.
“Slow down,” Nancy chides, and Robin shakes her head.
“You can’t eat slow, you get full too fast.” Robin explains through a mouthful of pasta.
Nancy can't understand the implication that Robin isn't full already - she can literally see that she is. And the way she's got a strategy for it - it’s almost like she’s done this before. Eating too much on purpose for the specific goal of driving Nancy crazy.
Robin somehow eats all the pasta in the space of a few minutes, despite all the food already packed into her belly, and then picks up the glass of milk. It’s a large glass, but Robin raises it to her lips and instead of drinking a few sips to wash the pasta down like a normal person, she starts to chug.
Nancy’s mouth goes dry. She can practically see Robin’s belly fill up and swell with every gulp she takes. It expands outwards and outwards, until it reaches the point where she's so full that her belly can’t swell out anymore and just seems to be getting tighter and tighter. Nancy’s hand darts halfway out before she catches herself.
Robin is breathing hard. Her hand flies to her belly as she finishes the glass of milk, immediately trying to soothe the too-tight ache that is undoubtedly there. She drains the glass of the last drops of milk and then doesn’t even attempt to set the empty glass back down on the table, just drops it onto the couch beside her and starts rubbing.
“I win,” she pants.
Her face is pinched with the ache of her fullness, and she keeps adjusting her position like she can’t get comfortable. Her belly is massive. Nancy has never seen anyone’s belly so full and round and tight without a baby inside it. It sticks out hugely, sitting on her lap and straining at the sides. It's swollen outwards, heavy and engorged and it would be sitting in her lap if it wasn't so full that even the bottom is too round and tight to drop down into her lap. The top of her belly sticks out the most, overfilled and inflated with too much food. Robin closes her eyes and gives the side a little tap. It doesn’t shake. Even the sides of her belly are swollen outwards like she’s swallowed a beach ball.
Robin gives a pained, breathy groan, a sound that Nancy burns into her memory. She opens her eyes and makes eye contact with Nancy, and looks her up and down. Nancy’s hands are clenched into fists and she’s probably bright red.
“Oh, god, Nance,” Robin sighs. “I’m so full, I can’t believe it.”
Robin stretches back a little, leaning back into the couch to give her belly more space, and somehow the action makes her belly push out impossibly further.
“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten this much in my life,” she continues, unaware of Nancy’s torment. “It’s all your fault, I don’t think I can even get up, ugh.”
She probably can't get up - after stuffing her face with two pizzas, pasta, and so much liquid, her belly must be feeling incredibly heavy. It certainly looks heavy, with Robin's slender hand cupping the underside for support, the other hand trying to ease the ache in her overfilled stomach.
“How is it my fault you ate so much,” Nancy tries to ask, but it comes out sounding flat and a little strained. Robin just hums and ignores her, and doesn’t stop massaging her belly.
“I’m definitely gonna get fat eating like this, I’m so stuffed,” she sighs, and
There’s an agonisingly long half-minute of Robin groaning and rubbing her stuffed belly, during which Nancy’s arousal hits a fever pitch, flaring higher with every overfull moan that Robin lets out. She feels kind of guilty for being so turned on by it, but then Robin stretches back and rubs her hand across her swollen belly at the same time, and moans softly, making full eye contact with Nancy. Nancy suddenly realises - Robin is aware of her torment. She’s been doing this on purpose. Somehow, she knows just how much Nancy is aroused by this, and she’s stuffed herself with two pizzas and a tub of pasta and god knows what else just because she knows Nancy is turned on by watching her stomach get fuller and rounder and tighter.
“You did this on purpose,” she gets out. Robin grins, and moans again, rubbing her belly once more as if to confirm it. Nancy tries to speak again, but all that comes out is a little gasp, bordering on a whine. Robin’s smirk grows, and Nancy immediately goes from horny stress to horny frustration. She wordlessly stands up and practically stomps the few steps across the tiny living room floor towards her, and straddles Robin’s lap suddenly. Robin has the decency to look surprised by it,and the hands on her belly fly up to catch Nancy’s waist.
The contact is all she needs; Nancy kisses her with no buildup or preamble - just forcing their lips together. Robin tries to kiss back, but Nancy has pulled back already. Robin looks like she’s going to ask questions or express surprise or confusion, but Nancy is faster.
“How did you know I was into this?” she demands.
Robin’s surprise vanishes, perhaps set aside to deal with later. She grins up at Nancy, and shrugs.
“Every time Steve and I ate too much at the diner you were always watching me,” she says. “I had a hunch.” she says.
Nancy blushes bright red but she pushes the embarrassment aside. She boldly puts a hand on Robin’s stomach and just feels it, taking stock of its fullness. It’s just as tight as it looks, the thin layer of fat and skin barely even palpable due to how stretched and stuffed her belly is. All the softness that should be there is gone, replaced by the firmness of truly outrageous overeating. She pats it once gently, making Robin gasp.
Robin tries to lean up to kiss Nancy again, but winces and falls back against the couch. Nancy’s arousal surges and her mouth falls open a little.
“Are you too full to kiss me?” Nancy asks in disbelief. “You ate so much you can’t even lean forward,” she says with a teasing laugh, as if it’s not literally the hottest thing she’s ever seen.
Robin huffs, cheeks turning pink.
“You love it. Get down here.”
Nancy obeys, kissing Robin deeply as she rubs the tight bulging belly in between them. Robin’s mouth tastes of the pasta and soda, and Nancy nips her lower lip, then moves to her neck.
“What’s the most you’ve ever eaten?” she whispers as if it’s dirty talk, and then she’s struck by the idea that for them, maybe it is.
“This probably is,” Robin says. She’s finding it a little hard to focus with Nancy sucking on her neck like that. “But one time I ate a whole lasagna. I felt so huge, I looked pregnant,” she says.
Nancy bites her neck, and Robin gasps, squirming.
“You look pregnant now,” Nancy says. “You gotta be at least six months,” Nancy rubs the crest of Robin’s belly. Robin squirms again, breathing harder, and Nancy blinks. “You’re turned on by that?” Nancy asks.
“Yeah,” Robin confesses. “Especially with you sat on me, you’re so small. Makes me look so… so big and round, mm,” she groans.
Robin grabs Nancy’s waist again. Nancy’s skinny, she knows that, but she didn’t expect Robin’s hands to fit more than halfway around her waist. Pressing her flat belly to the enormous stuffed gut in front of her makes the contrast ridiculous, and Robin groans. The contrast is hot, Nancy agrees.
"God, look at you," Nancy says. "You're stuffed to the brim. Could you even eat another bite if you tried?"
"I don't know," Robin says, biting her lip. "But I still want to. Even though I'm so full it hurts, god, I just… wanna be so full and heavy that I can hardly breathe. I know I can't eat anything else now, but I still want it," she whines. “It feels so good, Nance.”
Nancy's mouth is dry. She can't hold back even if she tried - she grinds down against Robin's thigh and groans out loud.
"God, you’re so greedy, that's the hottest thing I've ever heard," Nancy gasps. "What I wouldn't give to feed you until you literally can't eat another bite,” she mumbles.
“You basically have,” Robin argues, squirming a little. And for some reason, that gives Nancy an insane idea. She leans back, reaching behind her to pick up a cookie, and raises an eyebrow.
“Are you sure?” she asks, holding the cookie up to Robin’s lips.
Robin’s eyes darken. Her jaw drops, and Nancy doesn’t hesitate, gently pushing the edge of the cookie past her lips. When Robin closes her teeth around it and takes a bite, Nancy’s mouth waters like she’s the one eating. With her free hand, Nancy rubs soothing circles on Robin’s swollen belly. Robin swallows the bite with a slight wince, but takes the next bite immediately. She takes her time chewing, so full she can’t eat fast even if she wanted to, and Nancy just holds the cookie and massages dutifully, and tries to hold her arousal down while Robin eats. She already knows she’s failing.
Robin works through the cookie slowly, and by the time she gets to the last bite, she’s breathing heavily and clutching at her overstuffed belly.
“Nance,” she breathes. “I can’t,” she says, staring down the last bite. Nancy almost puts the tiny piece of cookie down, but something stops her.
“Are you sure?” Nancy asks. She looks into Robin’s eyes, and carefully raises the bite to her lips. Robin takes it, like all she needed to make it possible was for someone to feed it to her, and chews. Nancy smiles.
“That’s it,” she says. “I can’t believe you did that for me,” she says, then adds impulsively, “Thank you.”
It’s the right move; Robin’s eyelids flutter shut and she moans softly, swallowing the final piece of cookie. As she does so, she groans, so stuffed she can hardly think, and Nancy begins to kiss her neck again as a reward and a distraction. At first, Robin doesn’t respond much, too full to even acknowledge it, but Nancy keeps going - partly because she just can’t stop. As Robin’s belly settles, her soft moans and gasps eventually shift from involuntary stuffed noises to moans of pleasure as Nancy keeps moving her lips across the sensitive skin of her neck and collar.
“Nancy,” she gasps. Her hips twitch and she groans, holding her belly again. “Nancy, move your-” she cuts herself off with a gasp, but Nancy thinks she might know what Robin wants. She pulls away from Robin’s neck and lifts herself up on her lap, resettling herself with one knee in the space between Robin’s thighs. Nancy looks Robin in the eyes, wordlessly asking if this is what she wanted. Robin just nods, and pulls Nancy back in for a fevered kiss.
With this new position and with permission granted on Robin’s end, Nancy can’t stop herself from grinding her crotch down against Robin’s firm thigh. Robin pushes her hips into Nancy’s knee as much as she can around her bloated belly, and groans into Nancy’s mouth. It’s burning hot. Nancy starts rocking, and feels extremely grateful to her past self for wearing thin pyjama pants, because it means less fabric in between her clit and Robin’s thigh. Their tongues slide against each other as the kiss gets deeper and sloppier as they both seek stimulation. At one point, Robin whines into Nancy’s mouth, and it’s probably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to anyone. Nancy grinds her clit into Robin’s thigh with a hand on her stuffed, swollen belly, and it’d be a wet dream come true if even Nancy’s unconscious mind had ever dared imagine something like this. Robin’s hands grab Nancy’s ass and pull her closer, driving her knee harder against Robin’s pussy and they both groan as Robin finally gets what she needs. With both of them so unbearably aroused and grinding hard against each other, it’s not going to last long. Nancy bites at Robin’s lip in another searing kiss, and Robin makes the most obscene groan, thrusting her hips up as she starts to come. Nancy’s not far behind, squeezing at Robin’s belly as she begins her own climax, gasping into Robin’s mouth.
The two women pant through the aftershocks of their orgasms, slowing down their movements gradually until they’re left breathing heavily, Nancy’s face buried in Robin’s neck.
“We should do that again some time,” Nancy says as soon as she catches her breath.
“Which part?” asks Robin, still breathless.
“Any of it. All of it. Definitely the last bit,” Nancy says, blushing a little. It’s funny how she felt so shameless five minutes ago, and how quickly that disappeared after she came. Robin just smiles.
“That sounds cool to me,” she says, biting her lip nervously until Nancy matches her smile. “Although first I think I need a nap,” she says. “I think I’m going into a food coma.”
Nancy laughs, rubbing her neck sheepishly and hopping off Robin’s lap.
“Okay, yeah. We can take a nap in my room,” Nancy says, and takes a step towards her room. When Robin doesn’t follow her, though, Nancy frowns. “Robin?” she asks, turning back towards her.
Robin grunts as she leans forward, trying to get up from the couch, but she stops halfway through to clutch her belly. Nancy’s knees go a little weak as she realises the problem - her couch is pretty low down, and Robin’s belly is so stuffed that she can’t compress it by leaning forward to stand up.
“I might be a little too full to get up still,” Robin laughs sheepishly. “Can you, uh,” she reaches out a hand, a silent request for help.
“Oh god,” Nancy says, briefly hiding her face in her hands. “That’s…”
“What?” Robin asks.
“That’s hot,” Nancy says, and goes to help her up. It takes a minute or two, but they finally get Robin off Nancy’s low couch and into a standing position.
“Goddamn,” Robin whistles, looking at herself in the dark glass of the TV screen. “I’m huge,” she breathes. Nancy’s mouth goes dry; Robin looks even fuller and rounder now that she’s standing, and the way Robin supports her stuffed belly with her hand like she’s pregnant is insanely hot. Just before Nancy can go completely insane though, Robin yawns, covering her mouth with one hand and holding her belly with the other.
“Okay, yeah. Definitely food coma time,” she says, and begins walking to Nancy’s room. “Let’s go to bed.”
A bed is a great idea, Nancy thinks, watching Robin practically waddle through the hallway. She must pause for longer than she thinks, because Robin turns back to face her. When she speaks it’s like she’s read Nancy’s mind.
“Unless you can think of something better to do in your bed than sleeping?” Robin says.
Nancy grins.