Laid out across the table was a variety of meat-based dishes--no veggies or plant-based products, just as Ivy liked it. Steaks, chicken-pot pies, burgers, even an entire turkey. Just looking at it made Ivy's mouth water, her growing belly almost grumbling in desire, but she feared that her eyes might yet be bigger than her stomach even still.
"This is a lot of food, Harley."
"Well, ya need your nourishment, dear," Harley cooed, placing a particularly just filet mignon in front of Ivy. "Can't have my favorite girl starvin' when she's in such dire straits."
"But are you sure we're gonna be able to eat all this?"
"Hey, nothin' wrong with havin' leftovers! Now c'mon--eat up!"
Ivy looked down at the plate before her. Giving her belly a preparatory rub, she grabbed her knife and fork and dug in.
Even if it was a lot, Harley's cooking was fantastic. It was no wonder she'd put on weight. Sure, her injury was a big part of it, but also just the fact that once Ivy started, she just couldn't get enough. This steak, for example, was one of the juiciest cuts of beef to have ever passed through Ivy's lips, and it had been cooked to absolute perfection over a metal grill. Ivy devoured what must've been a five-pound steak in minutes, her stomach eagerly awaiting more. She reached over for a leg of turkey, tearing into the rich meat and savoring every morsel that touched her tongue. All of Harley's dishes went much the same way, and before I've knew it, the table had been thoroughly emptied, with most of the foodstuffs formerly occupying its surface now resting in her taut and turgid tummy.
"*BUUUUUUURP!* Excuse me..." Ivy moaned.
"Hey, no sweat, Red. It's music to a chef's ears!" Harley beamed, patting her own stuffed belly. "Hope ya made room for dessert, though!" And with that, the Quinnpin of Crime bounded up from her chair, giving her lover's rounded belly a gentle poke on her way to the kitchen
Ivy hadn't noticed it before, but ever since her injury, there was something different about Harley. Something... hungry.