Chapter 1
Valerie had just about had enough. Her weekly grocery shopping was always a chore, but today for some reason she was in a particularly foul mood. This was mainly due to the fact that her relations with her husband had recently grown a bit distant. Her mind was a million miles away from the store, as she wheeled her cart around the aisle corner without looking. Wham! She had slammed into the back of a young man. She apologized profusely, but he didn't seem to be upset. He smiled pleasantly and they began chatting. Before she knew it, they were pushing their carts along and shopping together. Valerie's mood had improved immediately!
The young man's name was Mark, and he was an attractive young man with blonde hair and blue eyes, about six feet tall with a slender, athletic build. After several minutes, Mark began to get a bit more forward, making it obvious that he was very interested in Valerie. Finally, she could no longer ignore his advances and made it clear that he should leave her alone. Mark just smiled pleasantly and said, "OK. But will you do me one little favor?"
This question took Valerie completely by surprise, so she just stammered, "Wh- What is it?"
"Whenever you're eating, think of me. If you go off your diet and eat something particularly fattening, imagine me standing there beside you with approval. Have another bite. When your pants get tight, fantasize that I'm there rubbing your full, round belly, urging you to have another helping. Can you do that for me?"
Throughout this speech, Valerie was so shocked she couldn't speak. Finally, she blurted out, "You're crazy! Get away from me before I call the store manager!"
Mark smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and wheeled his cart away. Valerie was so flustered that she finished her shopping quickly, forgetting several items that she had intended to buy.
Valerie sat in her favorite chair, trying to concentrate on her book. She couldn't manage to do it. She looked over at Michael, her husband of nine years. He sat with his back to her, working at his computer. He seemed to spend all his time working these days. Though they loved each other dearly and had a happy home life with two wonderful kids (Tommy, 8 and Jessica, 6) the "spark" seemed to have vanished from their love life. This evening, in fact, Val had been a little frisky, hoping that her husband would respond. Instead, he gruffly informed her that he had to get a memo finished to be ready for an 8 am meeting.
Valerie sighed, set her book aside and got up. She might as well have a bowl of ice cream and go to bed early. She took the half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream from the freezer and set it next to a bowl on the counter. Why had she been feeling so low lately? Inattention from her husband recently might have something to do with it. . . and the fact that she had turned 30 last year. She hadn't lost any of her beauty though. She had long, dark, wavy hair, an indescribably gorgeous face, and a 38-23-36 figure. At least, those were her measurements for many years. She had had trouble keeping her weight down recently. In fact, two days ago she had weighed 122 -- not bad on a 5'7" frame. But Michael was extremely weight conscious, and had been critical when she strayed from her traditional 115 pound norm. Valerie was sure that she could lose the weight, and she wanted to. The most frustrating thing was the fact that a fair portion of the fat had accumulated on her already ample breasts, which no longer felt comfortable in her D-Cup bras.
Valerie was shaken from her thoughts by a realization of vague discomfort. In a flash, she realized that she had not eaten a bowl of ice cream. . . she had not even used the bowl! Instead, she had been eating directly out of a carton that was now nearly empty! She dropped the spoon and put her hand on her newly-rounded belly. Her pants were too confining, and she unsnapped them and pulled down the zipper to relieve the pressure. In that moment of almost sexual release, the image of the strange young man at the grocery store returned to her. She moaned and leaned forward, pressing her full belly against the counter. The pressure felt nice, and she imagined that it was the handsome young man. . . Mark was his name, she remembered. . . HE thought she was beautiful! HE wanted her! HE wanted to caress the bulging belly that felt so good pressing against the counter! What else had he wanted? Oh yes, he wanted her to eat more after she was already stuffed. She looked at the ice cream carton. It was almost gone anyway. . . she could finish it even though she was almost bursting. Anything to please her new boyfriend, she giggled. She was almost quivering as she took another bite of ice cream. She set the spoon down and lowered her pants to her knees, then began eating again, pressing her tummy rhythmically against the counter. With the last of the ice cream, she came violently, and sank to the floor in a sweaty heap.
After a minute or two, she realized that there was a danger of her husband or kids coming in and seeing her half-naked on the floor. She hurriedly got up, pulled her pants up and tugged at the zipper, which seemed to be stuck. She didn't even bother to look down. She was used to seeing only enormous boobs when she glanced downward. But when she felt her belly, she knew what the problem was. It hadn't protruded like this since she was pregnant with the kids! She involuntarily began massaging her belly, then came to her senses, rushed upstairs, showered, and went to bed. . . unsuccessfully trying to get the image of a certain young man out of her head.
For the next few days Valerie, with an amazing display of willpower, pushed Mark out of her mind whenever he tried to push his way in. And, although she constantly thought about food, she stuck to her diet. She even got down to 121 pounds.
One day, however, she found herself pacing the living room. God, she was restless! She just had to get out of the house. I guess I could do my grocery shopping a few days early, she thought. An image of Mark arose, but she pushed it aside. Still, she grabbed her purse and rushed out the door with an eagerness that was unusual for a trip to the store.
She was almost finished with her shopping and had not seen Mark. She was becoming more and more agitated. Why the hell wasn't he here? Why had he said those things to her and why couldn't she get him out of her head? If he was going to say such personal things to her, the least he could do would be to get in touch with her again to either explain himself or apologize!
She was startled by the question of a store employee, "Are you alright ma'am? You look upset."
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." She rushed away. Damn that Mark! She suddenly knew what she would do to get revenge on him. She would buy a cart full of fattening goodies, then eat like a pig! Wouldn't Mark just love to be there for it, but he was going to miss out big time!
When she arrived home and began unloading the groceries, she realized with dismay that she could not possibly eat all of this junk food in less than a week. Since she didn't believe in wasting food, she couldn't throw it away. There was only one solution. She would have to hide it in her bedroom closet and eat it bit by bit. She tried to get a good start by polishing off several packages of cookies that afternoon before the kids got home from school. . .
Valerie had been wrong. Her closet stock of junk food was gone after only three days. She felt a feeling of achievement as she forced the last Mallowmar into her mouth. Finally, all of the incriminating evidence was gone! She leaned back against the wall of her closet and heaved a sigh. Surveying the scene, she noticed that the floor around where she was seated was covered with bags, wrappers and crumbs. All she had to do was clean up this mess, do a little vacuuming, and all this insanity would be over. She struggled to her feet, holding her bloated belly with both hands. As she cleaned the closet, she thought back on the last three days. They had been remarkably similar. She wore a robe until her family was off to work and school. She spent the day buck naked, gorging herself on junk food while watching TV or even just sitting in her closet, eating, for hours. When 3 pm approached, she put on a loose sundress so her children wouldn't come home to see their mother prancing around the house naked, displaying her increasingly Buddha-like belly.
She glanced at the clock and saw that it wasn't even noon yet. This was her usual day for grocery shopping and, since her last trip had been great for fattening goodies but less than productive for necessary items, she felt that she should make the trip. Hopefully, Mark would be there. She really wanted to make him feel guilty by showing him how much weight she had gained, and demand that he apologize for the things he had said. She had convinced herself that this was the only way she could get him, food, and the newly-found desire to masturbate after gorging sessions out of her mind.
Valerie stared at the mirror in disgust. This was the fifth pair of pants that she had tried to fit into, and it wasn't working at all. At least this pair had made it over her buns, but the zipper simply wouldn't budge. She tried to heft her small pot belly and pull the zipper up, but failed. She let her belly drop, and was startled by how heavy it was. She lifted both breasts and let them fall. She giggled as she watched them bounce and sway slowly to a stop. She was used to bountiful breasts, but now her whole body was starting to become "bouncy."
She peeled the pants off and did something she had been dreading for days. She pulled her scale out from underneath her bed. When the needle stopped moving, she let out a gasp of shock. 133 pounds! Jesus! She ran back to the mirror and groaned. She wasn't "bouncy," she was a fat pig! With her jaw set in determination, she walked to the closet and pulled out her spandex exercise outfit. She knew she could squeeze into it, even if some of her spilled over the waistband. It did. The halter top was fine, though her cleavage was protruding a bit more than usual. The waistband, however, cut into her belly, and a roll of blubber oozed out between the pants and halter top. She turned a bit, and saw that her buns -- still nice and firm, but more protruding and "spongy" than previously -- were stretching the material tight.
When she had looked through the entire grocery store and saw that Mark was not there, Valerie was steaming. Where the hell had this guy disappeared to? She simply HAD to find him! She stomped out to her car without having purchased anything. As she drove home, she passed a McDonald's. That was it! This guy was attracted to fat women. . . maybe he hung out at fast food joints looking for them! She would change her strategy and look for him at McDonald's!
Val finished her chocolate shake and looked around McDonald's once more. No sign of Mark, and her Big Mac meal had vanished. Well, there were plenty more fast food places in town! She wouldn't rest until she had found him. Burger King. . . Arby's. . . Wendy's. . . Subway. . . Hardee's. . . Blimpie's. . . Burrito King. . . KFC. . . she stopped at each. Toward the end, she was so stuffed that she didn't want to eat anymore. She just wanted to go home and lie down. But she wanted to do a thorough job, and began fantasizing about what she would do when she finally found Mark. She would wait until he saw her, then take an enormous bite, sticking her belly out as far as it would go, with a look of ecstacy on her face. When he came over, all excited, she would tell him off and demand an apology! That would teach him to approach women with his odd fantasies!
But, alas, here she was at the counter of Jack in the Box -- the last fast food place in town -- and she had not seen him. The girl took her order for a double cheeseburger, fries and a coke, then remarked sarcastically, "that outfit is a bit too tight, isn't it?" Valerie looked down and, as usual, only saw her enormous hooters straining the bounds of her top. But she could feel her belly protruding as if she were six months pregnant. She slapped her hands on it in embarrassment, in a subconscious attempt to hide her bare fat, but only succeeded in causing a muffled "slap" to reverberate throughout the restaurant.
Valerie struggled to finish her cheeseburger, but it was tough now that the counter girl had pointed out how bloated her stomach was. She leaned back and heaved a sigh. Why, oh why, had she spent all day stuffing herself and looking for Mark? All day? She looked at her watch in panic. It was after 3 pm! Her kids would be home in a few minutes and find a locked house! She drove like a madwoman all the way home, tearing into the driveway and noticing that her kids were sitting on the front porch. She jumped out of the car, but pulled up short when her gurgling stomach protested against the rapid movement. She smiled weakly, and walked toward the door, trying to cover her bulging belly so that her kids wouldn't notice. It didn't work. "Lookit your big tummy, mommy," Jessica giggled. "Boy, you're fat mom," Tommy affirmed.
"Yes, I've gained a few pounds, but I'm going to start working out more. I'll be skinny again soon." After the kids had rushed into the house, Valerie pulled the waistband of the tights down to her crotch so that her belly could get some air. She began tracing light circles on it with her hand, then closed her eyes and began rubbing it while her other hand found her wet pussy. Within minutes, she was in the shower having one orgasm after another.
Chapter 2
Valerie broke her promise to her kids. . . she did not start working out more. Somehow, she just never got around to getting in the car and driving out to the health club. But, she told herself, she was being good about her diet. She was honestly mystified why her weight had climbed three pounds (to 136) in the past week. In reality, she had been snacking absent-mindedly, and had consumed more calories than she realized.
Today was once again shopping day. Valerie didn't want to repeat what had happened last week, when she had gone on an eating spree at every fast food joint in town. She had heard that it's better to go grocery shopping on a full stomach. . . that way, you don't let your rumbling stomach do any "impulse buying." That sounded good to Val, and she called for a large combination pizza to be delivered. Better to be safe than sorry. . .
After four pieces, she was starting to get full and, since she had just drank the last of the diet coke, she considered stopping. But a familiar tingling had begun between her legs, and she impulsively grabbed a fifth piece. She was sure that there was something else to drink down in the basement refrigerator! After rushing down the stairs, Val found several six packs of Michael's beer in an otherwise bare fridge. She didn't usually drink beer, but it sure sounded good with pizza. She stuffed the rest of the pizza in her mouth and twisted off the bottle cap. before she had finished chewing, she began drinking. One swallow followed another, and Val began to become giddy as she felt the liquid filling her stomach. Before she realized what she was doing, she had drained the entire bottle. She belched loudly and put her hand to her belly, which was straining the material of her jeans. She needed more beer! She reached for another bottle and within 10 seconds had guzzled it. She closed her eyes and leaned forward against the doorway of the refrigerator. She pushed her belly out as far as it would go, wishing that it was even larger than it was. She began to lose herself in an erotic fantasy until she was brought back to reality when her jeans burst open with a large "snap." With a feeling that was a combination of dread and ecstasy, Val realized that she didn't have the willpower to stop gorging herself. Giggling, she grabbed the remainder of the six pack and rushed upstairs.
As she neared the top of the stairs, Val was cursing her pants. The zipper had begun to unzip (which was a relief!) but was digging into her distended and sensitive belly. She stripped them off and practically sprinted over to the pizza, which she set in the middle of the living room floor. After stuffing another two pieces of pizza and one beer into her stomach, Val pulled off her panties and began fingering herself to one orgasm after another. She continued to eat, lying on her back completely naked, and soon polished off the entire pizza.
Val tried to sit up, but couldn't manage it. She was just too full. She slowly rolled onto her side while holding her belly with both hands to keep it from shifting too much. As she struggled to her hands and knees, she noticed that there was still one more bottle of beer to drink. She grabbed it eagerly and with each chug felt a surge of liquid hit her heavy, hanging belly. The bottle was empty too soon! Val dropped it on the floor and closed her eyes. Without being conscious of it, she had begun to sway gently back and forth. As she slowly came out of her alcohol induced fog, she realized how heavy her tummy felt as it hung down. She smiled and began swaying with more gusto. She was enjoying the feeling of her boobs slapping against each other when her stomach gurgled loudly. Val giggled. Her tummy was asking for more beer! She struggled to her feet, staggered for a moment, then raced to the basement refrigerator.
Val opened two beers and set them on the floor. On her hands and knees, she drank the beers slowly but steadily. She hadn't been this drunk since her college days, she thought to herself as she continued to swallow. And she had NEVER been this full before. She felt as if she had swallowed a bowling ball, her belly was so heavy. Except that bowling balls don't make "sloshing" sounds. Val finished the second beer and groaned as she began to lie down. Her breasts began flattening out on the floor, which felt nice, but when her belly touched the floor she flopped onto her side with a gasp. She couldn't stand to put any pressure on her stomach after all the beer she had consumed. She was so wasted that she just wanted to go to sleep, but she had to piss before she exploded. She staggered to the bathroom as fast as she could while holding her bulging gut to keep it from being jostled. When she had relieved herself, she crawled to the shower. She sat on the floor of the shower for almost an hour, letting the water wash over her while she cradled her bloated belly in both hands. She was too drunk and stuffed to move, but was content in a hazy sort of way, daydreaming about Mark and wishing that he was there to make love to her.
Val tried twice to get out of her car before she realized that she had neglected to unbuckle her seat belt. She was still really buzzed, and shouldn't have driven to the grocery store. But she couldn't just lie around the house after stuffing herself. . . after all, the whole reason why she had consumed so much pizza and beer was so that she wouldn't be hungry during her grocery shopping!
And, after five minutes of wandering through the aisles, her strategy seemed to have worked. She was completely unable to focus on what she needed to buy, and her cart contained only a couple of random items. Maybe she should go home and sleep after all. Val was pondering this question instead of paying attention to where she was going, and she bumped into the back of a young man. He turned around. . . and it was Mark! Mark's grin showed his genuine pleasure at seeing Val once again. Val, however, was so stunned that she appeared to be in a hypnotic trance.
"Hello, Valerie! How are you?"
"Um. . . I'm. . ."
Mark laughed, and Valerie began to blush. He grinned sympathetically and moved toward her. "It's good to see you again, sweetheart. I've been looking for you."
"'m'not your sweetheart," Val slurred. "I don' wanna talk t'ya."
"You don't?" Mark looked sad, but put his hand gently on the side of Val's belly.
"No," Val whispered. "You talked t'me 'bout eating 'n'getting fat. Now lookit me."
"What do you mean? You look just as thin as you used to. Maybe your loose sweatsuit is hiding your tummy." Mark smiled.
"Yeah. It is." Val pulled up her sweat top to reveal her protruding belly. Mark slipped around behind Val and put his arms around her. "Oh my. You do seem to have a nice little tummy here." He began to gently rub her belly while nuzzling her neck.
Val opened her mouth, intending to protest. Instead, a soft "ohhhh" escaped her lips. The hands she had been dreaming about were now massaging her stuffed belly. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open, and finally gave up, closing her eyes and leaning back into Mark's body. She would have fallen if he had not been there to hold her up.
"I'm so proud of you, Val. You've been eating and getting fatter, haven't you."
"Yes. Oh yes I have, Mark." Val turned her head toward Mark and opened her lips. Their kiss lasted several minutes, with Mark moving his hands all over Val's newly-rounded body. An occasional shopper walked by, examining the couple with amusement or disgust. As they ended their kiss, Mark patted Val's belly, and commented "I do believe that I detect beer on your breath, my dear." Val was flustered, and began to stammer a denial, but Mark came to her rescue. "It's OK, Val. I knew you had been drinking beer even before we kissed. I felt it sloshing around in your pretty little beer belly. See?" He began lifting and squeezing her bare, protruding belly, and she again leaned back against him with a moan.
An elderly woman passed by and stared at Val with disapproval. Val should have been mortified, but instead she was even more aroused. She pushed her belly out as far as she could, and smiled at the woman. Val's stomach was beginning to gurgle a bit with all the attention it was getting from Mark, and when she belched it finally drove the old woman away.
Mark gave Val's belly a final gentle slap, put his arm around her waist, and said "come on." Val was unable to resist and let herself be guided to the cookie and snack section. "What is your favorite kind of snack?" Mark asked.
"I looooove those Marshmallow Twirl things. Y'know, the fudge cookie things." Val felt like two people in one body. She wanted to protest that she was too full to even THINK about eating anything else, yet she also wanted Mark to fill the cart with fattening treats that she could eat while he made slow, passionate love to her. She felt a little disappointment when he only put four packages of the cookies in the cart. After picking up a gallon of whole milk, they left the store and headed to Val's car. Given Val's blood alcohol level, Mark insisted on driving.
By the time they reached Val's driveway, Val was as horny as she had ever been. Yet she was having second thoughts. She had never cheated on her husband. But when Mark pulled up her sweat top, leaned over, and softly kissed her belly, Val's decision was made. Michael had ignored her for so long that she needed some attention and affection. When Mark ripped open one of the packages and put a Marshmallow Twirl to her lips, Val never looked back. The sensation of opening her mouth and letting someone feed her gave her a thrill she had never known. She opened the car door and said "C'mon. Hurry!"
Lying naked on her bed, Val couldn't believe how stuffed she was. She had just finished the second package of cookies, and was drinking from the gallon milk jug, letting the liquid fill up the few empty spaces in her stomach. Mark was busy between her thighs, tonguing her clit and massaging her belly. Val was experiencing an ecstacy she hadn't thought possible. But she just couldn't eat any more.
"M'done," she gasped.
"Oh, sweetheart. Look at the cookies we still have left. Don't you want your belly to get even bigger?"
"Yes. . . yes, but I'm too full."
"Well, OK. I guess we're finished." Mark stepped off the bed and started walking toward his clothes.
"Wait! Come back!" Val pleaded and slowly spread her legs.
Mark smiled. "Only as long as you finish all the cookies. Here, I'll help you out a little." Mark opened the third package and put a cookie to Val's lips. She closed her eyes and let him feed her. As the chocolate began to melt on her tongue, she had an enormous orgasm. Her whole body twitched and her hips bucked violently, which jostled her stretched stomach a bit painfully. After that first orgasm, Val settled down and steadily ate one cookie after another while Mark sucked one of her breasts and fingered her clit. Her orgasms were mercifully smaller, which was easier on her belly -- which felt as though it were going to explode.
When the package was empty, Mark held the milk jug to Val's lips. "D'want milk. Too full." Mark simply smiled and tipped the jug. Val began drinking slowly. When Mark opened the last package, Val knew with certainty that she could not eat any more. It just wasn't possible. But she ate everything that he put to her lips. She didn't have the strength or willpower to resist. After the last cookie, Val worked on draining the gallon of milk. Mercifully, she finished the last swallow. She tried to sit up, but couldn't manage to move even an inch! It took a great effort even to move her hands to the sides of her bulging belly.
Mark got between her legs and said, "Just relax, sweetheart. Enjoy the sensations you feel." He then made love to her, being careful not to put too much pressure on her amazingly distended belly. Val was in nirvana, feeling the new sensation of being made love to with a stomach stuffed beyond belief.
Val's alarm clock woke her up at 2:45. Mark and all evidence of the feeding frenzy were gone. All the evidence, that is, but her stuffed belly. She struggled with great effort to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror. Anyone would have guessed that she was very, very pregnant. Her stomach was still very tender, and almost hurt a little bit. But the sensation gave Val a pleasure that she couldn't fully comprehend. In fact, she was getting wet. Her hand started toward her crotch, but she hesitated. The kids would be home soon. She should get dressed. As she put on her sweats, which weren't as loose as they were this morning, she smiled to herself. She should be rewarded for showing such discipline, and she knew the perfect thing to reward herself with. She enjoyed her ninth beer of the day immensely.
Chapter 3
Michael shook his head as he looked at Val from the doorway. She sat slouched on the sofa with her feet up on a stool, wearing nothing but her panties. A soft roll of blubber spilled over the waistband of those panties, and Val was absent-mindedly fondling it with one hand. With the other, she was holding the TV remote, flipping through one channel after another. Michael walked toward his wife and handed her the beer that she had calmly ordered him to fetch for her. She accepted it with a grunt of thanks, and continued changing channels. Michael said, "Goodbye, dear," received no response, and walked out to his car to return to work.
The past few days he had been coming home for lunch, just to keep an eye on Val. She had been acting so strangely lately. He realized now that he had been neglectful of her, and now felt terribly guilty about it. But, after all, his neglect wasn't due to disinterest, but to the fact that he was working his butt off to build something for her and the kids! He wanted them to have security and the comfort he had never had as a child. Now, he supposed, he had overdone it a bit. But he just couldn't drop this project that he was in charge of. If it turned out successfully, his future at the company would be secure for the rest of his life. . . He would just have to be as attentive and considerate to Val as time, and Val herself would allow. Man, but she was sure making it clear that he was out of favor! She basically treated him as a non-person, ignoring him and focusing only on the food that she was constantly gorging herself on. God, she was eating like a pig! And she!
really seemed to be enjoying it, too. Frequently, he heard her moaning as she took bite after bite and occasionally he would catch her with her hand between her legs in an ecstacy he wasn't sure she had ever experienced with him. To his shock and dismay, however, she didn't react well when he had tried to "join in." She made it clear with a look that he was intruding. As a matter of fact, Val had even been ignoring the kids recently. She hadn't even showed much emotion when they left two days ago with Aunt Katie, Uncle Jack and their three kids to spend part of the summer at their farm. The only changes Michael had noticed since their departure were Val's tendencies to quit wearing clothes almost entirely, and to let the housework slide as she spent most of her time lying around and eating. It was obvious that her occasional promises to start dieting weren't serious at all. As he pulled into his parking space at work, Michael vowed to be as supportive and loving as he possibly could until Val came out of this "phase" and things got back to normal once his project was completed.
Val looked up from the TV when Michael closed the front door behind him. She looked back to the talk show she was watching and heaved a sigh. She knew that Michael was really trying to be more attentive. Initially, she had made a point of ignoring him just to get his attention and to let him know that their relationship needed at least a little of his time and energy. But she didn't seem able to forgive him. Instead, she continued to ignore him, addressing him only when she wanted him to do something for her. She sighed again. Maybe it wouldn't have been a problem to forgive him if he hadn't made several blunt and disparaging comments about her weight.
The bottom of the beer bottle felt cool on her belly, and condensation from the warming bottle was pooling in her belly button. Val giggled and wondered how much liquid her newly-deepened belly button could hold. She sat up straight and watched water dribble out of the little cavern. She pushed her belly out as far as it would go, and drained the beer. She patted her blubber thoughtfully. She knew that she should be excercising more. She thought that was the key to winning the battle of the bulge. She had promised Michael that she would diet, and several times had really tried to start. But those days were the worst. After a few hours, her stomach would start grumbling. The noises would become louder and more insistent, sounding almost as if her belly was angry with her. Eventually, Val would succumb, gorging herself on anything she could find and listening with deep satisfaction as her belly grew quieter and then finally "took a nap" as Val jokingly said. She had discovered from experience that it was best to eat lightly but steadily to keep her tummy happy and avoid these gorging sessions, especially since they were accompanied by erotic thoughts of Mark -- thoughts that Val was trying, without much success, to prevent.
Val grunted as she lifted herself from the couch, then froze in surprise as her feet bumped against several bottles, sending them clanking and rolling along the carpet. She looked down and saw three beer bottles, two empty plates and a plastic container which, until recently, had contained an apple pie she had picked up at the bakery. Had she consumed all this since she had gotten up this morning? Well, that was OK. Today was the day that she had SWORN to go to the health club and work out. She would easily burn off all those calories!
Val stripped off her tight panties as she walked up the stairs toward her bedroom to weigh herself. This was going to be a daily ritual, as she watched the pounds disappear. If she kept close track of her progress, it would help prevent lapses. After weighing in, the next task would be to discover whether she could still squeeze into her spandex exercise outfit.
When the dial stopped moving, Val could hardly believe her eyes. 145 pounds! That was thirty pounds more than her "usual" weight. She gripped her belly in both hands and sighed. Losing this weight wasn't going to be easy. . .
Another thing that was proving to be difficult was fitting into her exercise outfit. She had resigned herself to the fact that her belly would be bulging out between her pants and halter top, but she was NOT ready to go out in public with her rear end showing! She tugged again, nearly getting the pants over her buns. But she just had to rest for a minute. She was getting a workout right here at home, just trying to corral her butt-cheeks in spandex! She looked at herself in the mirror, turning to the side. Her buns bulged out ludicrously over the waistband of her pants, and Val honestly didn't see how she would be able to budge that waistband any further. For a moment, Val envisioned herself walking around the health club with half her butt oozing over her pants, feeling it wiggle and watching the reaction of the men. Val shuddered and came back to reality. She gave the waistband another tug. . .
Val was getting a pretty good workout jogging on the treadmill, considering the extra thirty pounds she was carrying. She had done her best to cover most of her belly with spandex, but each stride she took on the treadmill forced a bit more of her flab to ooze out over her waistband. She now had a roll of bare fat showing all around her midriff. At least her butt was still covered, Val smiled to herself. It was a bit of a miracle, considering how much her buns were wobbling and shifting. She looked over her shoulder to view herself in the mirror-covered wall. She saw a curvaceous, plump figure she barely recognized as her own, which was being "followed" by two globes of shifting fat, covered by a blue spandex outfit stretched so tight that it was practically transparent. Val was mesmerized by the sight. God, her ass was getting big! She looked around the room, and was disappointed to see that no one else seemed to be intrigued by this fact. Since she had arrived at the health club, she had received a few appreciative glances, but they were definitely rarer than they had been when she was slender. What was the matter with these guys? Val stepped off the treadmill, noticing that several protuberant parts of her body took a moment to stop moving.
Val looked at the clock and discovered that she had only been exercising for fifteen minutes. She had already been on most of the equipment, but she couldn't seem to spend more than a minute or two on each of them. Well, she supposed that it wouldn't be smart to work too hard today. After all, it had been more than a month since she had gotten any exercise. While she was trying to decide whether to get on the Stair-Master, she had a great idea -- why not change into her swim suit and go out to the pool? It was a nice sunny day, and she could work on her tan. Oh. . . and swim some laps too, since she was supposed to be working out this afternoon.
It's a good thing that a bikini ISN'T supposed to cover all of your butt, Val thought to herself. If the reality of gaining twenty-three pounds since she had met Mark in the grocery store several weeks ago hadn't sunk in before, it certainly had now. Her bikini bottom, obviously a couple sizes too small now, dug into her fat all the way around her hips. The only way she could get it to fit at all was to ease the front down so that her belly hung over and nearly obscured it. For a moment, Val almost made up her mind to go home -- she couldn't be seen in public like this. But then the image of Mark appeared in her head. Wouldn't HE love to see her bulging out of her bikini, she smiled to herself. With a renewed feeling of confidence, Val walked out to the pool, swaying her hips with a little extra energy.
Val looked over at the young man again. Sure enough, he looked away quickly. There was no question about it. He had been staring at her off and on for quite a while. She smiled to herself with satisfaction. At least one male at this stupid health club appreciated a little bit of extra weight on a woman. Val thought that she would have a little bit of fun with him. She remained lying on the pool chair until she noticed that he was again glancing her way. Then she slowly sat up, pushing her belly out slightly. She put her hands behind her head and stretched lazily, feeling her breasts pushing outward against the tight fabric of her bikini top. She held this pose for a few seconds, then stood up. She never looked toward her audience, fearing that she would scare him off. . . but she sensed that his eyes were glued to her. She began fiddling with her bikini top, frowned as if she couldn't adjust her boobs properly, then leaned forward at the waist to let gravity lend !
her a hand. She began to shake her tits back and forth while holding both bikini straps, flipping her long hair back over her shoulder to ensure that the young man had a clear view of her incredible cleavage. She should probably ease off now, Val smiled to herself. She was sure the poor kid was ready to explode. But she just couldn't resist. The thought that she had at last found someone who might appreciate her small but growing rolls of blubber was making her extremely horny. She cupped both hanging breasts in her hands and slowly lifted them, feeling her breasts pushing up and outward over her bikini top. Just as her swollen nipples were about to pop over the edge of the material, she looked up to see what type of response she was getting. She was pleased. The young man's mouth was hanging open slightly as he stared, and he clearly had an erection which he was making no effort to hide. Val doubted that he even had the ability to move at this point.
Val smiled at the youth and sat down slowly. Her boobs were doing their best to spill out of her bikini. . . something that the roll of blubber around her middle had already accomplished. The kid was fixated on her tits, Val thought, but she would teach him to appreciate the rest of her as well. Almost as if he could read her mind, the young man stood up and began walking toward her.
"Uh, hi," he stammered. "I hate to bother you, but I, uh, noticed that you don't have any sun tan lotion. It's awfully hot today and you could get burned pretty easily. Would you like to borrow some of mine?" He could barely finish the last question he was so nervous. Val thought he was cute. Kind of skinny and nerdy, but cute. And his erect dick was pretty big, she thought to herself. She could tell that despite the fact that he was attempting to shield it with one of his hands.
Val smiled, and decided not to mention the fact that her bottle of sun tan lotion sat beside her in plain view. "That's really sweet of you. Why don't you bring it over and give me a hand on the hard-to-reach spots." She winked, but he didn't see it. He practically sprinted back to his gym bag for the sun tan lotion and was back in a flash. "Here. I'll get my face and neck, while you can start on my legs." They smiled at each other and went to work. He hesitated as he reached her thighs, but her smile reassured him. As he neared her crotch, she closed her eyes and began to buck her hips slightly. Just then, her belly rumbled softly. The boy laughed. "Are you hungry. . . um, what's your name anyway?"
"My name is Valerie. What's yours?" she asked as if she was in a dream.
"Curt," he answered. "I could buy you something to eat at the concession stand if you want me to."
Val sat up, letting her belly roll slowly over her bikini. "You read my mind, darling."
Curt hesitantly put his fingertips on Val's belly roll and began fondling it. Val's eyes crossed and she began breathing heavily. "What do you want?"
"It doesn't matter Curt. Just fill my belly for me," Val was almost pleading. He jumped up and almost sprinted to the food stand. He returned quickly with two hot dogs, two Milky Way bars and a large Coke. "This is OK for STARTERS," Val teased. Curt's face fell as he feared that he had ruined everything. Val rubbed Curt's leg and said "I'll finish this snack while you rub sun tan lotion on my belly. Does that sound OK?" Curt smiled and nodded. As Curt began rubbing and fondling her midsection, Val found herself wolfing down the hot dogs. The feeling of having her small but growing roll of fat touched by someone who was practically a "worshipper" was triggering a desire to eat as much as she could as fast as possible. Before she knew it, the dogs were gone. "Curt, could you hand me the Coke?" It was within her reach, but Val wanted Curt to hand it to her and to notice how quickly she had eaten. Val removed the plastic top and drank the Coke without stopping. It!
wasn't much liquid, and Val was disappointed by the fact that she couldn't seem to feel it filling her stomach. She WAS pleased, however, when she glanced at Curt and noticed that he was staring at her, motionless, with his erection nearly ripping his swimsuit. "I'll finish these candy bars while you get something a little more substantial for me to eat, OK Curtie? And see if they sell beer here." Val rubbed her tummy, slipping her fingers under her bikini.
Curt sprinted to the concession stand as the candy bars disappeared. It took him two trips to carry back everything he had purchased. Three cheeseburgers, a mini-pizza, half-a-dozen candy bars and two large beers. "Is this enough, Val?" Curt asked anxiously. Val couldn't help but laugh at his earnestness. He was really trying to please her. It was almost like having a slave, she thought to herself with satisfaction.
It's fine, Curtie. Move that small table over here and set everything on it so I can grab what I want. You can finish putting sun tan lotion on my front, then start on my back." Val reached back and untied her bikini top, holding the cups so they stayed on her breasts until she had leaned back. The material's hold on her tits was very tenuous to say the least and Val was curious to see what Curt would do once his hands had started her udders rolling and quivering.
Curt was very careful at first to avoid touching Val's breasts but eventually, as he began "accidentally" touching them without Val objecting, he gradually forgot about the sun tan lotion and gave himself up to the enjoyment of kneading her twin globes. Val's eyes were closed most of the time, opening only when she finished a food item and had to glance over at the table to select something else. She was enjoying the sensation of filling her belly at her leisure while a "worshipper" massaged her body. Fortunately, they were blocked from the view of the other swimmers and sunbathers, Val thought to herself. Someone COULD have seen what was going on, but they would have had to stare through a maze of tables and chairs to do so. Val and Curt were fairly isolated and had a little bit of privacy. Val wasn't sure, though, that she wanted to go all the way with this kid. She was enjoying this, but it just wasn't the same as with Mark. Curt was too wrapped up in his own pleas!
ure to worry about whether he was making Val feel good. Val took another bite of a Twix bar and felt Curt's mouth close around her right nipple. He sure was breast obsessed! He had hardly paid any attention to Val's love handles or belly rolls. Val opened her eyes and smiled as she saw only the top of Curt's head as he earnestly sucked and squeezed her tits. "Oh well," she thought to herself. "He's a sweet boy, and he did spend a lot of money on this food. I'll give him what he wants and start teaching him to appreciate a chubby woman." She grabbed another slice of pizza and stuffed half of it in her mouth. In a moment, the other half followed it. After swallowing, Val tapped Curt on the shoulder and said sweetly "Curt, could you do something for me?" Curt just nodded his head rapidly. "Could you lay your head on my tummy and listen for a minute?" Curt stared at her for a minute with a puzzled look on his face, but did as he was told. Val reached for one of the sixteen ounce beers and began guzzling it as quickly as she could.
"Whoa!" Curt laughed as he heard and felt the beer pouring into Val's stomach. "You sure can put away the beer!" He was silent for a moment, then said "I'll bet you can't drink the other one that fast." He had intended it to sound like a friendly challenge, but both his voice and his crotch clearly showed that he was as horny as hell. Val knew that Curt was trying to get her drunk, but that was OK with her.
"I bet I can!" Val said teasingly. She lifted the second cup and began chugging. Curt grinned and began rubbing her belly with his right hand while his left reached inside his swim trunks. He just couldn't resist. Val's post-beer belch and Curt's orgasm were simultaneous. After belching again, Val couldn't resist giving him a hard time. "Hey, what happened?" Curt reddened and mumbled something that Val couldn't understand.
Just then, Val noticed that a couple of people across the pool were staring at them. She quickly covered her boobs with her bikini top and began tying the string behind her. "Um, Curt. . . I guess we oughtta call a halt to this. We did let things get a little outta hand." All of a sudden, she realized that she had been gorging herself while half nude IN PUBLIC! She WAS letting things get out of hand. She wanted to be in her car and driving home. She swore to herself that she wouldn't let something like this happen again and that she would avoid the pool on her future trips to the health club.
Curt said "Yeah, I suppose so. But it would be fun to do this again. Maybe in private somewhere." He grinned uncertainly at her.
"Naw, don' think so, Curt. Let's jus' consider it a one time fling an' let it go at that." She was starting to feel the effects of the beer, and was clumsily trying to gather her things to leave. As she was bending over to put her towel and other personal items in her gym bag, she was conscious of the fact that Curt was staring, mesmerized by her swaying, hanging tits. Instead of being aroused, however, she was slightly annoyed. How could she have let herself get all hot over this little geek? She stopped to put a T-shirt on to reduce the amount of flesh that he could stare at.
As she turned to leave, she gave Curt a faint smile and told him goodbye. "Bye, Val. Thanks for, um, everything today. Say, um, you know what? I work at the Burger Barn out at the mall. You know, it's a place in the food court. You've probably eaten there. Stop by sometime. If I'm working, I'll be happy to sneak you some free burgers. You know. . . for old time's sake." He grinned.
"I don't think so. Thanks for the offer, but I really don't pig out like this ever. Today was just. . . well, I thought it'd turn you on. It was a kind of test t' see how you'd react. I'm studying this kinda thing for my thesis at the university. A study of male-female attraction and. . . well, it's kinda hard t'explain." She wondered if he bought any of this, then suddenly didn't care. How could she have done something like this in front of so many potential witnesses? "I gotta go now, 'kay?"
Curt accepted the rejection fairly gracefully and left, only looking over his shoulder once to get another look at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And she had let him squeeze her boobs and suck on 'em, and he had even cum in his shorts! He grinned and thought that the odds were better than even that he would see her at Burger Barn. Her story about research was total bull! She was totally into eating, and he thought the idea of free burgers just might tempt her into the food court. He grinned all the way to his car.
Val left the pool almost as pleased as Curt. She had managed to get rid of Curt without a messy scene and no real harm done. And she had worked out for the first time in several weeks! This was the start of her serious training program!
What Val wasn't aware of while she was pondering these things was the fact that she was absent-mindedly taking bite after bite out of the third cheeseburger that Curt had brought her. . . or that the three remaining candy bars were waiting for her in her gym bag. . .
Chapter 4
Val grunted as she tried to complete her 10th sit-up. She managed to touch her knees with her elbows, then collapsed backward and lay on the ground, breathing heavily. She couldn't believe how out of shape she was! She had spent the past few days at home trying to do some stretching exercises and calisthenics, and had actually managed to control her eating. She had begun weighing herself regularly, and she had fluctuated between 144 and 146 -- the same weight she had been before the embarrassing incident at the health club pool. She covered her eyes with a hand and sighed. How could she have forgotten herself and let some geeky twenty year old suck on her tits while she stuffed herself? Oh well. . . what's done is done.
Val grunted as she hefted herself to her feet. She still wasn't used to carrying around these extra thirty pounds. I guess it's time for my daily weigh-in, she thought. As she pushed her breasts aside so that she could see the numbers, she let out a surprised gasp. 148 pounds! Val groaned. "Another all-time high," she said disgustedly. But how could this be? She had been doing her exercises religiously, and had really been watching what she ate. Val looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Could she detect any additional fat? She placed her right hand on her gut and jiggled it. After a moment, she patted her left hip, feeling the padded flesh vibrate as her hand struck it. No, she seemed the same. . . but the scale never lies, she thought grimly.
The problem, Val thought, was that today was the day she had sworn to dress up in REAL clothes and go to the mall to do some necessary shopping. For weeks, she had run around the house naked or, at most, wearing a bathrobe. To go out, she had worn loose sweats or, for a change of pace, her very stretchable spandex exercise outfit. But the last time she had worn the spandex suit, she noticed that it failed to cling to her hips and ass. She had overstretched it, and now it was ruined.
Now, she stared in dismay at the pile of pants and dresses which no longer fit her. She had weighed 115 pounds for so long that her wardrobe was all an identical size. Even more alarming, Val discovered that none of her D-cup bras fit anymore. "Time to bite the bullet and REALLY get a dose of reality," she said out loud as she pulled the tape measure out of a drawer. She was in for another shock when she discovered that her 148 pounds translated into measurements of 41-27-39. And, as suspected, the tape measure revealed that she now required a DD-cup bra.
"I guess I'll have to resort to my baggy sweats again today," she sighed. Then she had an idea. Almost certainly she had saved some of the clothes she had worn when she was pregnant all those years ago. She had even worn pants for the first five or six months! She would be squeezing her buns into a pair of jeans in no time! But Val knew that digging through the storage closet in the basement would be thirsty work, so she grabbed a beer to keep her company. By the time she found the box containing her maternity clothes, she had started her second bottle.
Unfortunately, Val hadn't saved any of her nursing bras, so she would have to remain braless. She did, however, find a pair of jeans that she managed to pull up over her butt. The zipper closed without too much difficulty, but she had to suck her gut in to get the snap closed. After accomplishing this, she drained the rest of her beer and walked upstairs. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she briefly considered pulling her T-shirt out of the pants so that it would partially disguise her recent weight gain. She couldn't believe how her belly pushed out against the front of her jeans! And with her butt pushing in the opposite direction, those jeans were under considerable pressure. But she finally decided that she would leave the shirt tucked in. She kind of liked the way it clung to her rounded belly, clearly revealing the slight depression of her belly button. She did have to lose weight, she knew that, but she DID look darn sexy. She smiled to herself as she gently patted her tummy.
Val was walking slowly, and with as little "sway" as possible. When she forgot herself and walked at her usual brisk pace, she could not prevent her bra-less boobs from bobbing and jiggling. It felt kind of nice, and Val enjoyed the attention she was receiving from mall shoppers -- both men and women. She had to get down to business now, though. She wanted to buy some gifts for her two kids who were spending some time this summer at their aunt and uncle's farm. She did miss them terribly, but she was also enjoying this time alone. It had been a long time since she had been "independent" and able to spend a lot of time doing whatever she felt like doing. Unfortunately, she thought to herself as she felt her belly pressing against her jeans, she had spent too much of that time gorging herself. . .
Val walked into the mall's toy store and strolled around, picking up an item here and an item there. She was really enjoying shopping for things for her kids, but her enjoyment was occasionally interrupted by a low rumbling that emanated from the depths of her belly. She hadn't eaten much today, and her stomach was growing impatient. But Val decided that she would make a real effort to diet and be able to fit comfortably into these jeans within a week or so. It was ridiculous that the jeans she had worn when four or five months pregnant should be tight on her!
Val examined some battery-powered race cars, her belly grumbling and moaning occasionally. All of a sudden, she became aware of the fact that a teen-age boy was staring at her from the other end of the aisle. She glanced at him and he looked away quickly. She smiled wryly to herself. She certainly got a lot of attention when she went without a bra! She decided to ignore the kid, and leaned down to take a closer look at a fire engine that she thought Tommy might like. As she leaned over, the pressure on her jeans was too much, and the snap loudly popped open. Val straightened up immediately and stared angrily at the teen-ager, who was giggling uncontrollably. The expression on her face must have warned the kid what he was in for, because he took off at what was almost a run.
Val shook her head, sucked in her gut, and re-snapped her pants. She decided to put the fire engine in her cart, and walked to the doll section. She saw a cute doll that she thought was perfect for Jessica, and began to bend over to get it. She stopped when a hand touched her arm. It was a pleasant looking older lady, who said, "Which one do you want dear? I'll get it for you. A woman in your condition shouldn't be exerting herself so much. . . at least not when you're wearing pants like that. Don't you think they put too much pressure on the baby?"
Val snapped at her, "I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat!" Val abruptly bent over to get the doll, again putting an unacceptable amount of pressure on the poor snap. The "pop" could be heard all over the store. After the red-faced old woman had left her alone, Val sat on the floor, slumped over. Within moments, her belly growled louder than it had all day, sounding almost like an angry dog warning an intruder that he'd better back off.
"All right, fine!" Val gritted her teeth as she struggled to her feet. She was pissed. Pissed at these stupid pants that were too tight. Pissed at her stomach, which she blamed for her embarrassment in the toy store. "If you want to keep unsnapping my jeans, that's just fine with me! Let's have a blast! We'll do it right!" Her belly loudly growled back at her. She buttoned her pants, paid for the toys, and headed toward the Karmelkorn stand next door. When she got there, she saw that they sold corn dogs -- that sounded good. She ordered two of them and a small coke. She wolfed down one dog before the surprised cashier had even returned her change. She finished the second while she took her bag of toys out to the trunk of her car. On the way back into the mall, Val's stomach growled insistently, causing her to quicken her pace. Damn it, she would force her gut to quit rumbling if it took all day! And if she got fatter and fatter, well. . . that would just serve her stomach right!
Her next stop was at the mall's candy shop. It had large, clear plastic bins along the wall filled with a colorful array of different types of candies. Val scooped out a pound of M&Ms and nearly the same amount of jelly beans. After paying she put both bags in her purse, feeding off the candy as she began her round of mall eateries.
Val saw a pastry shop that was noted for its gigantic cinnamon buns. She ordered one, along with a large milk, and sat down on a mall bench. It was soft and warm, covered with gooey frosting and cinnamon. She devoured it rapidly, then drained the milk without stopping. When she stood up, she inhaled, sucked her belly in, and then slowly and steadily exhaled. Her belly pressed harder and harder against her jeans until Val felt the snap give way with a satisfying pop. She refastened it with a grunt and reached into her purse for a handful of M&Ms. Val began walking again with a growing sense of excitement. What would she eat next? She halted abruptly. She had almost walked past an ice cream shop! Just then her stomach growled, though not as loudly as it had twenty minutes ago. "I'll tame you yet, my pretty!" Val muttered softly, doing her best imitation of the Wicked Witch of the West.
She ordered a double scoop of mint chocolate chip and waited impatiently for the girl to get it. Though she was intent on the ice cream being scooped out of the containers, and wished that the scoops were a bit bigger, she eventually noticed that the girl was glancing occasionally at her boobs. Val realized with embarrassment that her nipples were very erect and were practically cutting through her T-shirt -- no bra was there to contain their enthusiasm. She lifted her purse, holding it in front of her chest to hide her arousal.
Val walked along, looking for another source of food with which to punish her belly for its unwillingness to leave her pants fastened. As she licked the ice cream cone, the image of Mark's erect phallus suddenly entered her mind, and she couldn't help but imagine that she was licking and teasing it. A wave of desire rushed over her, and she suddenly wanted to see Mark again. She NEEDED to see him. She had been trying to diet and control her appetite, but now that was over. She wanted to eat, and eat, and eat, filling her belly until it stuck out round and fat, as if she was nine months pregnant. Val stuck the ice cream cone in her mouth, biting off huge chunks of it. It was gone by the time she reached a "pizza by the slice" joint. Just as she was ready to order, she noticed that there was a grill across the way. She jogged over to it, her pants snapping open before she had finished her first step. She didn't bother to refasten them, and was barely aware of the fact that her breasts were swaying and bouncing wildly under her shirt.
"I'll take, huh, a double cheeseburger, huh, huh, and a large order of fries, huh, and do you have milkshakes?" Val could barely get her order out, she was breathing so hard.
"Um. . . yeah, we do." The boy was having his own troubles speaking. He was staring at an extremely beautiful woman who was flushed bright red, fairly plump (her damn pants were so tight she couldn't even button them!), with huge, bra-less knockers. And those nips! God, they were huge! They were practically bursting through her shirt!
"Well, I'll take a large chocolate milkshake with that. And I'll be back in just a minute to pick it up. I, uh, have to take care of something else first." With that, Val sprinted back to the pizza stand and ordered three slices and a large Coke. She took the pizza back to the grill and picked up her burger order.
"Here's your order ma'am. Are you sure you can eat all of that stuff?" Val was indignant, but just stood and stared at the young man, eyes flashing. It was hard to pretend to be angry. She WANTED him to talk about how much food she was eating. She WANTED him to question whether she could finish everything she was carrying. "I didn't mean to be rude or anything, ma'am. But I think you oughta know that your, um, your pants are unzipped."
Val's knees almost buckled and she suddenly felt flushed. She tried to say something, but wasn't even conscious of what words she would have uttered if she HAD been capable of speech. All that came out was a mumble. She began walking slowly away, but soon quickened her pace when she saw a secluded bench partially obscured by a fountain. She set the food down beside her and began wolfing down the pizza. Slice followed slice rapidly and, at one point, Val both heard and felt her zipper gratingly come undone a bit further. When she had finished all three slices of pizza, she began taking swallows of the milkshake. Too thick, she thought to herself. She switched to the Coke, steadily sucking on the straw until she was getting nothing but air. She tossed it aside and belched, suddenly aware of how much pressure there was in her belly. She could feel it protruding, round and firm, pushing outward over her unzipped pants. Val started to get wet as she reached for the burger, devouring it with large, slashing bites. When it was gone, she began draining the milkshake. One swallow after another, though the last few began to hurt. Too much cold too fast, she thought, and began stuffing warm french fries into her mouth.
When they were gone, Val reached beside her and was surprised to find that all the food was gone. She breathed out heavily and the fullness and weight of her stomach suddenly revealed themselves to her. She closed her eyes and groaned, holding her belly in both hands. A feeling of warmth and well-being rushed over her. She wanted Mark to be there. . . to feed her something else, and to tell her how beautiful she was. . . to caress her belly and tell her that he wanted her. Val noticed that she had begun rubbing her crotch. Her fantasy about Mark ended abruptly. She didn't want to be a public spectacle again, like she had at the pool! She collected the pile of wrappers around her, and tried to stand up to take them to a garbage container. "Oomph!" She leaned back again, and tried it again, more carefully. God, she was stuffed! She waddled gingerly over to the trash receptacle and tossed the paper in. She held her purse over her unzippered jeans and reflexively reached in it for some candy. She found only a few pieces of candy remaining and with something that was half laugh and half grunt, tossed them in her mouth. She shook her head slightly. A pound and a half of candy on top of everything else she had eaten today!
Val found a ladies' room and entered a stall. Mmmmmmmmm. She leaned forward and was amazed at how full her belly felt. She supposed that she should try to get her jeans zipped up and buttoned. She stood up and tugged, but got no movement whatsoever out of the zipper. She then tried to get both parts of the snap to reach each other, but it was a hopeless cause. It wasn't just the fact that her belly was larger now. . . it was also the fact that it was so full of food that she couldn't suck it in even for a moment. She tried, but didn't come close to accomplishing her goal. When she relaxed, her full belly lurched outward slightly and her left hand lost its grip on the snap. Val sighed and untucked her shirt, covering the top of her jeans as best as she could.
Though she wanted to go home and lie down for a nap, she decided that it would be best to buy at least a few things that would fit her. . . until she lost this weight, she added almost as an afterthought. All of a sudden, she halted. She was staring at the food court.
To be continued