I recommend you first read part one of this. It picks up right where it left
off. They're both pretty long, but good. This second one is less realistic,
but I guarantee its just as good as the first.
"I put on a couple of pounds this summer. I'm almost exactly the same, but
don't be too surprised when you see me." Ally told her best friend Jill.
"Don't worry I did too. I'm ashamed. I gained 5 POUNDS! That'll really
improve my social life." Jill said sorrowfully.
"Ashamed? Oh please, girl. Five pounds is nothing to cry about. You'll look
fine. Anyway, I'm probably fatter than you are. I frankly don't care. It's
just a couple of pounds," I lied. A big fat lie at that. I gained 40 pounds
in Spain, from a thin 65 up to 106. I still wore a tiny shirt which
completely revealed a big flabby bottom roll. I also wore short, skimpy jean
shorts. displaying my jiggling, fat thighs and wide ass. I was about 5'1",
dark skinned all over, and pretty face. My belly probably got 20 of the 40
pounds, my butt 5, legs 10 and 5 on the face, arms etc. Though I outgrew my
first pair of jeans early in the summer and wore new ones much larger in
waist, but still just as short. I was going to have fun showin off my
jiggling belly off at school tomorrow.
I got to school early. In fact, I was the first there. I sat down in front
of my locker, held my backpack in front of my bulging tummy to keep it a
secret. When Jill came I saw she had put on some pounds, more like 10. Then
I stood up. She stopped in her tracks, mouth gaping open.
"You...you...OH MY GOD! Haha! Wow! It....JEESZ!" Jill raved.
"Yea, I told you I gained a little weight. Its pretty obvious isn't it?
Good." She poked my jiggling blubber and giggled in amazement.
"A little weight?! You're a whale. Look at your belly! Just look! You
must've gained 25, 30 pounds!"
"40. And there's more from where that came from," I rubbed my stomach. I
could feel it growling. Only a couple hours mid-morning break. "You should
join me over here in fat-land. It's great."
Then Mrs. Brown passed by. She was young, fat and open about it. She was
wearing the clothes she wore last year. Only now her belly tried to force the
belt open, and began to engulf it. I followed her to her classroom. It
wasn't until after we got in that she noticed me. I spoke first.
"Been hittin the cals this summer Mrs. Brown?" I gave her large belly a
couple of pokes.
"Yea. I really have to get new clothes. Been wearin a swim suit all summer,
didn't know how big I got," she patted the sides of her belly.
"Well, I'm followin in your footsteps. I gained 40 pounds! "I exclaimed
brightly. It seemed she hadn't looked down at my torso for 2 reasons: A. she
was half a foot taller than me B. her belly partially blocked the view. As
she backed away her mouth widened.
"Wow! That's impressive! Those clothes are legal, but watch that shirt.
It's stretchin, and if it goes in school, you'd better have a back up. Wow!
That's really great. That's phenomenal. That's....wow. Are you stoppin
here? Are you gonna keep goin? What?"
"Keep going, of course. I love it up here. I hope I grow up to be like you.
No, bigger. And no one's stoppin me."
"You know what? I've got to feel this. Let me come down there," Mrs. Brown
poked me a couple of times in a couple of different places. Then she walked
around me, wrapper her arms around me, grabbed my belly and shook a little.
She felt my sides and my belly.
"Pretty good, huh? Well, see you in history, bye!" We said our goodbyes and
I left jubilantly.
I came across another teacher, Mrs. Pratt. She was VERY sweet, and a little
chubby. Her name was Mrs. Pratt. She taught math. We practically had the
same conversation as I did with Mrs. Brown. Two other teachers, Mrs. Smith
and Mrs. Hoff starting to bloom. They were in their mid-20's and very
beautiful. It was hard to tell that Mrs. Hoff had gained weight, for she wore
a baggy shirt, but her rear was definitely softer. Mrs. Smith was quite a bit
easier. She had grown a small belly, which somewhat protruded from her red
blouse. Mrs. Hoff was very kid-like, and loved to play around. Mrs. Smith
was less active, but very social. They would all turn out to be promising
figures in the end.
I got MANY laughs, pokes, giggles, and remarks about my new belly, which I
responded to with equal humor. Despite my added weight, I was still one of
the more popular girls, and had support of 95% of them. This would also turn
out to be a plus.
.............................
About the third week into school my shirts were getting very stretched. The
seams spread apart, and the fabric was close to see-through. I was eating my
6th piece of pizza for lunch and slurping on my 3rd Dr. Pepper when I heard a
rip. I sat up and looked down. Fortunately I sat up in time to release
enough pressure to keep it from ripping straight through. The tear had merely
started. "Phew. Close one, eh Jill?"
"Ally, you're one fat piggy. Seriously, you should slow yourself down.
Think about losin some of that blubber. Look at you, your fatter than ever.
You're gonna end up like Kevin, or your mom if you keep eatin like that. Look
at that belly, its a food-vacuum!" She rubbed my soft belly.
"I don't intend to stop. Not stoppin till I can't move. And don't act like
your model material. You've got the potential to be a real porker. You'll
surprise yourself. I got this blessing," I slapped my belly lightly" no
reason for you not to. Anyway, I still look good. No wrinkles, dark skin,
nice butt, pretty face, and nice legs."
"And don't forget the abs!" Jill joked. Everyone near me laughed, not at me,
but with me. I wasn't ever laughed at, all the girls loved me. I almost had
control over them.
The next day, my shirt was curtains. It happened not halfway through the
morning. Luckily I had a spare (due to the incident yesterday) and put it on.
It was looser, a better fit. To my surprise, when I was walking to my next
class, the principal called me into his office. He was young, ugly, a little
chubby, and a real bitch.
"Allison, sit down here. I have to have a talk with you. About these shirts
you've been wearing, I don't recommend you wear them any more. I don't like
having to see your jiggling girth wobbling about openly around the hallways,
not to mention when you bounce down the stairs. From now on, you are required
to wear concealing clothing. You will get a detention if I see you wearing
another one of these, inappropriate shirts, you get an automatic attention,"
Mr. Thompson's words were stern. I made several attempts to explain to him
about the other girls in their tiny shirts and revealing clothing, but it was
no use. I had to take action another way. I began to brood over a plan.
..................
"So Mr. Thompson prohibited you from wearing your 'belly' shirts! Hahahah!
Oh boy, I wish I was there. It would've been a riot," Jill was hysterical.
"Yea, so now I have to get knew shirts and outgrow those now. Man, what a
bitch. Anyway, I got a plan. All the girls, each and every one of them, and
the women teachers, they all gain weight. A lot of weight, so he's stuck with
a bunch of fat chicks wearing sexy, good looking clothes. You in?" I was
extremely, EXTREMELY, surprised at her answer.
"YEA! Of course, anything to help out my friend. Oh, well obviously I'll
only do this if you get a bunch of other people to join in." Jill's last
sentence was almost like a dagger. How would I get the others to go in? I
had a large task in front of me.
....................
Through long work and extreme incentives, I eventually got 9 out of every 10
to join in. This was a fantasy for me. No, I'm not lesbian but I am very
straight, but a fantasy in that we'd show that bitch Thompson. Mrs. Brown was
all too eager to join the plan. Mrs. Pratt joined more out of kindness
towards me, and revenge to the principal. Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Hoff joined
enthusiastically saying that they had dreams of becoming very fat, yet found
little opportunity and motivation to gain weight.
The first day of plan "Jiggle Belly", as I dubbed it, showed promise. Of
course, you couldn't see the difference in their figures, but their eating
habits were morphed from well-mannered, petite little girls to ravenous
beasts. I knew change would change quickly, because their metabolism had been
lower from earlier starvings. I loved it. My own belly, I could tell, was on
the verge of sagging. I had gained 10 pounds in the first month of school,
definitely more than I expected. After all, my metabolism had to have doubled
since summer.
Boy was I right. In about 2 weeks, you could tell that the girls faces were
plumpening. In the locker room, I saw many soft bodies. When we dressed back
into school clothes I loved to watch them struggle with their pants, only to
struggle with my own later. I was very impressed with Jill. She must've
gained 5 pounds since this operation started. Mrs. Brown was definitely
fattening. Being the great observer that I am, I saw that her girdle had
loosened 2 notches since the beginning of the year (those 2 notches being
equivalent to about an inch and a half). I only wished she would wear stuff
similar to what I wore in the beginning of school. In fact, I begged her too.
I found out my prayers would be answered soon enough. She wore jeans, from a
couple years back. Her belly barely fit into them, and the top portion
exploded out more than my entire belly. At lunch, after her 3 sandwich, I saw
her do something with the buttons of her jeans, pull on something, and button
her jeans back again. I knew she untucked her flab. I was delighted, but
quickly returned to eating as I heard my tummy growl at me. For the rest of
the day, her belly hung well below her shirt and several times I
"accidentally" bumped into her. Her stomach was very soft and thin, almost
watery. You could see this when she was walking. Her round ass jiggled with
every step. Mrs. Pratt attacked this with a more mild approach. She had
gained maybe 2 or 3 pounds. The two youngsters were monsters. Mrs. Smith and
Mrs. Hoff had each gained about 15 pounds, more or less. Their belts were
forced either down or up (even on the last notch) and constantly giggled about
their bellies.
The guys were laughing their asses off. They poked everyone in their new
growing tummies and followed these off by insulting remarks. We came up with
a system of kicking them in the shins. When this got found out, we raised our
aim. The remarks didn't stop, but we didn't care. Pretty soon every girl in
the grade, and teacher, would be big old pot bellies, and the guys would be
stuck in a rut. Mr. Thompson didn't know what to say. Many buttons were
bursting, spilling wondrous blubber. Tiny shirts revealed their girths. But
why? Why would they all eat so much? It's disgusting!
I had sleep overs with 9 or 10 of my friends and treated them to a nice
evening of dining. Jill came over on weekdays to go along with this. I began
to see the true potential in here. She told me she was up to 83 (13 pounds).
I decided we needed to have her inaugural feeding. Of course, she wouldn't
know about it. Mom and I bought 25 half pound burgers and 30 baskets of fries
from the best burger joint around. We also loaded up on cokes. When Jill
came over, I took her into the living room, telling her I had a present for
her. I told her to close her eyes, and she did. Then quick as a flash, mom
darted out and helped me tie her up. This darting wasn't very efficient as you
can imagine. But we got the job done. Then Kevin wheeled out the first 3
burgers, fries, a 2 liter bottle of cold coke and a funnel.
"Don't worry, you'll live, Jill. I had one of these this past summer.
You'll thank me for it someday. Now get that belly ready, you're goin for a
wild ride, sister." I remarked enthusiastically.
"FOOD! Bring me FOOD! FAST!" Jill shouted.
"Easy, girl, patience." Mom slowly waved a big, juicy burger just out of
reach of her mouth. After nearly 2 minutes, which to Jill was an eternity,
mom shoved the entire thing into her drooling mouth. Jill quickly chewed it
up. The fries were huge, 1/8 of a potato each. I shoved 20 of them into her
mouth, one right after the other, like a train. Then a liter of coke. This
was a full meal and a half. But we had so long to go. After 2 more times,
Jill called it quits.
"Not on my watch, honeypot. We've only just begun. Hope you got room in
there," I massaged her tight belly gently. After 3 more cycles, we rubbed her
down again. She was INCREDIBLY full. The next three we had to force on her.
She managed to muffle out, "Please stop! I can't take any more. I'll explode.
PLEASE!"
"Just a couple more, "Kevin tried to comfort her. "No, I lied. You're only
half done. Sorry!"
After 2 more cycles, she passed out, but we knew she would be ok. In the
meantime, we still had 12 uneaten burgers, 20 baskets of fries and 15 liters
of coke. "Don't mind if I do!" I yelled as grabbed one of the burgers and
wolfed it down. I inhaled a couple baskets of fries. After 3 liters of coke,
I heard a gruff voice.
"Don't touch my food!!!!!!!!!!!!! Feed me again! I want more, more, MORE!"
a newly awakened Jill shouted.
"Sure sweety pie. You'll get more than you bargained for," mom gave an evil
grin. As to my dismay, she handled the rest with tremendous ease. This rage
sparked a new fire within her. I untied her and began to pat and massage her
tight belly. Before I knew it, I was thrust back into the chair and tied up.
"Honey? Remember last summer when I told you I wouldn't feed you any more?
I lied," Mom sneered, "And another thing you didn't know, Jill was in on this.
We're just gonna stuff you full, and then some more. Enjoy!"
Be tough, I thought to myself. Show em what you're made of (quivering
blubber). Show em that it takes a lot of bucks and lots of food to satisfy
fat Ally Simms. Yea, I hope they brought a lot of food.
My prayers were answered. Kevin dragged in the big dining room table. It
was filled from one end to the other with more burgers, fries and cokes. Jill
shoved the first burger into my mouth. I nearly swallowed it. Then more
delicious fries, 5 at a time, at least 100 total. Then nice cold Dr. Pepper.
Jill funneled over 3 liters into me. I felt my stomach sink under the weight.
Then more burgers. Mom spread my legs apart, unbuttoned my pants, picked up
my belly and shook it a while, then let it sag between my thighs. I wasn't
full at all. I only wanted more. Soon, I saw the food on the table starting
to disappear, but more was quickly brought out. I wasn't hungry any more,
but still I wasn't satisfied. My belly could hold more, or else I would have
to make it. My belly's viscosity was definitely thicker, but I wanted more.
Jill began to feed me faster. More food and faster. I began to feel full,
but refused to show it. After I gulped the last of the last 2 liter bottle of
coke, the table was clear. As to my surprise, 4 gallons of milk and a big tub
of weight gain formula were brought out, poured into pitchers and mixed. Mom
held a big funnel to my mouth and Jill began to pour in the rich chocolate.
Kevin played around with my fat tummy. First he massaged and helped it. Then
it became a pleasure game for him. He jiggled, shook, poked and squeezed it.
He stroked it, pushed, pulled, grabbed my sides, love handles, and even drove
his face right in the middle of it. I couldn't concentrate on him though, I
had 10's of thousands of calories being plopped into me. I gulped it down
gladly, but I didn't think I could fit much more. After the 3rd gallon, I
started to feel sick. The 4th gallon seemed to take an eternity. I could
feel the contents in my stomach shift and jiggle as I forced the last mouthful
down. Jill untied me, helped me up, rubbed my belly and congratulated me. I
congratulated and thanked her, and told her to go home, that I had to go to
sleep. I squeezed her expanding belly and sent her on her way. Then I went
upstairs and slept.
I woke up late Saturday morning and jumped on the scale. I gained 5 pounds
yesterday alone, the scale at 127. I bounced down the stairs noisily and
presented the info to everyone. Mom and Kevin were ecstatic. They rewarded
me with a huge breakfast with various foods: poundcake, pancakes, waffles,
pattie sausages, french toast, bagels, english muffins, cereal and milk. I
graciously ate to my delight and went over for Saturday morning cartoons. I
loved cartoons, even though I was 13 years old. I watched them every second I
could. TV is another way to grow a big belly. I wanted to get fatter and
fatter, I never let myself stay hungry. Mom was my idle. She was now pushin
415, and Kevin 293. He was VERY intent on breaking 300. He was 16, and by
far the fat guy in the grade. This would prove to be advantageous. But now
I'm too hungry to think, so I'll get some food.
.....................................
In six months, every girl was at least 30 pounds heavier than when it started.
Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Pratt and Mrs. Hoff had each gained 25 to 40
pounds. I got up to 145, my belly covering any belt I chose to wear. Kevin
was 303 (we had a party when he was 299 and fed him till he got that pound)
and Mom was 420. Jill was 120, about as fat as I was before the massive
feeding. My legs were much fatter than before, and my butt was more jiggly
than ever. Other than a few stretch marks, my belly was still smooth, dark
and thick. My breasts grew to a size C. I outgrew my big clothes and went
back to the short shorts and tiny shirt style again. After all, Mr. Thompson
would have to tell the whole grade to get new clothes, which would never
happen. Even the teachers wore revealing clothes. There were 8 or 9 girls
who didn't get fat, so we shunned them until they did. All the girls poked
each other in a friendly, funny manner often. It was great. I missed the old
clothes, and was glad to finally get them back. Even though it was 2 months
away, I envisioned summer often and knew it would be a blast. Lunch was
always a feast (meal time and food portions had to be increase due to parent
and child complaints). We really made the cooks earn their money. The food
was very delicious, and always fried to perfection. Above all, everyone was
happy. Next week, we'd be on the Texas tour, exploring our background stuff.
Everyone brought as much food as they could fit into their bags. Over half
the food was eaten in the first day, and the entire supply ran out in 3.
Wherever we had to buy food, it was bought in mass quantities, eaten, and then
more bought to store in Tupperware. For continental breakfasts at the hotel,
we all got up an hour early so we could eat more. At the end of the week, it
probably cost the hotel about $2,000 for everyone. We learned nothing and ate
everything, but due to the excessive walking around and touring it was
neutralized. The one thing we did organize on the trip was a huge feeding for
the teachers and my mother. Each would occur on a Saturday, thus spanning
over 5 weeks. Mrs. Brown would be first.
I told my mom they needed to have a parent teacher conference at my house for
the feeding to work. Mrs. Brown didn't understand, my grades were fine, but
mom lied and said that I wasn't eating well and that Mrs. Brown would be the
one to fix it (pretty stupid but it worked). I had about 25 students at each
feeding, with me and Jill being the only ones at every one. Mrs. Brown and
mom (by the way, mom didn't know about her feeding) had about equivalent
feeding supplies since Mrs. Brown was about 400 pounds, 20 less then mom. So
the drill went along and we got her tied up. She didn't know what was
happening to her, but when the big stuffed turkey was wheeled in we told her.
We waited for a couple of minutes, tempting her. Her mouth was watering, she
almost started to drool. Her big belly rumbled deeply. I rubbed it and said
"Don't get too exited. I guarantee you that despite your big, empty belly
you'll be more stuffed than this turkey right in front of you." I continued
to rub her belly and motioned to Jill to start shoveling it in. Bowlful by
bowlful she gobbled down the turkey (pun intended). I had been rubbing her
belly the entire time, and she was still plenty hungry. It even kept on
rumbling. I was amazed, but due to sheer pleasure, I refused to feed her and
kept my hand right on her belly. Her belly button was so deep, and her
blubber so thin and squishy. I wished it never ended. A gallon of milk was
poured into her huge gullet, I could feel it splashing around in her stomach.
Then to bring it back to a less expensive ordeal, burgers and fries were
brought out.
"Good old fast food. Always served me well," Mrs. Brown licked her lips.
"Don't under estimate it, Mrs. Brown. Pretty soon your belly will be full,
but you'll still have a long way to go. Soon, food becomes more of an enemy
than a friend," I whispered in her ear. We started off by pouring iceless but
cold fountain coke down her throat. She gave a big breath of satisfaction and
relief when she was finished with it. Then the burgers and fries began. When
she polished off those, the blouse that was fit without any resistance, but
rather snug, had gotten pretty tight. Small spaces between the buttons
revealed pale white skin. I slapped her belly a couple of times. It was now
fairly thick, but still plenty soft. That's ok, there was still plenty more
food to make it firm and full. I resumed rubbing. Next came Chinese, then
Italian. Still no fullness in the belly, and the facial expression didn't
look full at all. Despite the blouse being even tighter, she was virtually
unchanged. I began to worry, for the only things we had left were French
pastries, then chips, cokes, etc. from the house. I planned ahead, knowing
this wouldn't be sufficient. I got Jill to take my place as belly rubber as I
managed to find 325 bucks in Mrs. Brown's purse. Who carries 325 bucks?! It
didn't matter. That could by 30 pizzas and still have a 15 dollar tip. Or it
could buy 30 pizzas and 13 two liter bottles of coke at the store, nada for
the pizza guy. I chose B, told Kevin the get the cokes and told mom to order
the pizzas. Mrs. Brown finished the food about 10 minutes before the pizza
got here. We stalled her with weight gain formula, but I could tell that more
and more space was opening up in her massive belly. The weight gain stuff
was a pretty good staller though. The second the doorbell rang, 10 girls
darted up to the door and each took three pizzas a piece. Once Mrs. Brown
could smell it, her eyes widened. Then once she saw all 30 of them she almost
died. She was in heaven. She inhaled the first 5 pizzas, and to my delight,
the blouse tightened up again. We washed those down with 2 liters of coke. I
felt her belly starting to get a little tighter, but I felt she wouldn't walk
away full. After 5 more pizzas and 2 more liters of coke, her blouse was
tighter yet. I could see her face start to get red. We shoveled in some
bread sticks, another pizza, and a liter of coke and one of the buttons on her
blouse blew off. The red in her face turned back to her pale white as she
sighed a sigh of relief. I grabbed on of the rolls of fat in her sides and
played around with it, then got back to the belly.
After all 30 pizzas, 10 liters of coke, and the rest of the buttons on the
blouse, it was over. She stood up and said "It was a good snack. Thank you,
girls. Hey, mind if I stay here tonight, its pretty late and I'm tired." A
snack?! The food cost us a lot! Anyway, we agreed right off the bat and
helped her take off the remains of her old blouse. When mom offered her some
clothes she refused and said that her bra and panties would be fine. I
insisted that she sleep in my room. We had a long talk about all the fat
girls in the grade, my plan, how I was impressed with her feeding, and about
all the other feedings. She volunteered to help for moms. We ended up
sleeping on the same double bed (the bed barely supporting us). I rubbed,
jiggled and poked her belly for hours. It was soo big. Her thighs were the
size of my belly, her calves the size of my thighs. Her breasts must've been
DDD. I got cold, for she was taking all of the blankets. With her help, we
lifted her belly and I slept under her larger pile of flab. It was like a
piggy in a blanket (pun intended).
I woke up to the smell of donuts and a low grumbling. The grumbling turned
out to be Mrs. Brown's huge, empty stomach. I pushed Mrs. Browns belly aside
with great effort and got out of bed. Mrs. Brown was waiting for me to wake
up. "You finally woke up! I've been waiting for....15 minutes to have some
donuts! Your mom came in, she said she bought a couple hundred dozens of
glazed donuts from Krispy Kreme. It took her and Kevin 5 trips apiece, but
they got em all. We also got 35 gallons of Dutch chocolate milk! Hurry UP!
Help me up, I can't get up. I need donuts! Please?" She made an effort to
get up with no success. The large bed had sunk down, making it hard to get
leverage.
"Oh, sorry Mrs. Brown. I think you need a little rest. That belly of yours
is to active. I say rest it," I slapped her tummy and walked off giggling.
She made several pleas as I left the room. Haha! As I left I saw her waving
her fat arms, the fat jiggling to and fro. As a loud rumble arose from the
depths of her belly, I left.
Breakfast was great. After I inhaled at least 20 dozen donuts and guzzled
down a gallon of chocolate milk, I heard loud yelling from Mrs. Brown. Me,
mom and Kevin each took a gallon of chocolate milk and 3 dozen donuts (a
piece) into her room. We sat down on chairs out of her reach and slowly,
deliciously, seductively gave the sustenance its final resting place. Mrs.
Brown was going nuts, shifting her weight from side to side, almost breaking
the bed. We laughed, then after we heard a crack, we walked back into the
kitchen. We grabbed 8 dozen donuts and some chocolate milk. I straddled her
once again soft belly, now roaring for food, and held the donuts out of her
reach. Mom and Kevin tied her arms to the bedposts. I slowly waved a hot
glazed donut right under her nose, pulling it away quickly every time she made
and attempt to get her mouth over it. Eventually, I let her have one. Her
face lit up as she swallowed it whole. I'd give her somethin she couldn't
swallow. I smushed a dozen donuts into the size of about 5 donuts, and shoved
them into her mouth. Less than a second later, another dozen. I never gave
her a chance to breath. Eventually, we went through 50 dozen donuts. I could
still feel her belly rumbling, in a much more subtle manner though. Well,
about 250 dozen more. I gave her a chance to breathe.
"Phew, good start. Thank GOD that starvation was over. You guys are cruel.
Do you starve all of your guests like that? By the way, Allison, would you
mind getting off me? I think your 160 pounds are cramping my stomach a little
bit." I quickly bounced off her milky-white belly. She took a deep breath
and slowly exhaled. The end of her belly was stuck between her massive
thighs. She sucked in, giving her fat several wrinkles and making it softer
and squishier and easier to pull out. I grabbed a big hunk of flab and drug
it from beneath her thighs and dragged it to her knees. "There. I feel like
a million dozen now. Ok, lets start er up again!"
It took another 50 dozen just to stop her big belly to stop gurgling and
rumbling for more. She was still hungry, her fat as soft and jiggly as it had
ever been.. I didn't know what it would take to not only fill her, but also to
make her hurt, and I would find out. Kevin was sent out to get more donuts
before we ran out. Meanwhile, me and mom fed Mrs. Brown at a grueling pace.
In the time a normal person would eat a donut, we forced down half a dozen.
In the time it would take someone to chug a juice glass of chocolate milk, Mrs
Brown was done with a quart. At every second of rest (not often) Mrs. Brown
took a BIG gasp of air before we shoved in more sugary, greasy, hot, fatty
donuts into her black hole of a mouth. After 20 minutes, another 150 dozen
more were shoved down her huge gullet. We let her rest again, knowing that if
we continued at this pace Kevin wouldn't be back on time. I passed the time
by rubbing her belly. She licked the sugar off her lips and began to cry for
more. We shoved the rest of the 100 dozen down in 10 minutes. Right on time,
Kevin showed up with the donuts. He came back with a whopping 450 dozen.
Originally, they plan was for 500, but supposedly he got hungry on the way.
Me and Kevin took shifts lugging the donut boxes in while mom continued to
feed her. Finally, after half an hour, we got ALL of the boxes lugged into
the room. I decided to treat myself to a quick dozen to replenish the
precious, lost calories. I rubbed my belly slowly and I savored every
delicious morsel with extreme care. Then I had to peel myself off of the
chair to get back to feeding Mrs. Brown. Mom said she already went through
100 dozen and 4 more gallons of chocolate milk, and she was starting to get
full. I rubbed her mountainous belly and found that it was starting to get a
little firmer. I decided that I would just rub her belly for the rest of the
time and let mom and Kevin feed her. I could tell Mrs. Brown was slowing down
her pace a little, and the next 100 dozen made her belly even harder. Kevin
went out to buy another couple hundred dozen while mom fed her at a slower
pace. Her huge belly started to perk up and was definitely getting full. I
figured another 200 dozen and 10 gallons of chocolate milk and she would be
stuffed. Then we'd still have the 200 dozen Kevin went to get and 50 dozen
from the current batch plus 15 gallons of the chocolate milk. I would have my
moment. It took 20 minutes to stuff another hundred dozen into her hardening
belly, and 30 minutes for the next 100 dozen. Her tummy stuck up for what
seemed to be endless miles, and it was rock hard. She started to try and
mumble out "NO MORE!" , but mom kept her mouth full. Kevin arrived and got
all of the donuts in just as we finished up. We decided to torture her to the
extreme so we funneled in a whopping 10 gallons of milk before starting up
again with the donuts. She almost started to cry when she saw the boxes piled
high again. I began to think that my rubbing her belly wasn't making enough
room, so I jumped on top of her belly button and bounced off. The bed
instantly collapsed as I jumped on and then she gave a belch that must've
lasted 10 seconds. She was still chock full, though. More donuts were stuffed
into her. She began to shake her head. Tears started to roll down her
cheeks. Meanwhile, we were laughing and stuffing more donuts into her. She
was about to burst. Still another 50 dozen to go. She ate each donut with
remorse. Finally, as she swallowed to last donut, she passed out. We dried
the tears on her face and then walked out for a celebration lunch. It was a
good thing we were as rich as hell, otherwise we'd be driven into poverty.
"Mom, can Mrs. Brown live with us? Our house is big enough, and she could
sell hers for food money?" I asked. I had no clue where I got the idea, but
it was pretty good. The more surprising thing was her answer.
"I don't see why not."
Ally Takes Charge