Big Beautiful Dreamer
ridiculously contented
~BHM, ~BBW, Stuffing, ~Sex, ~~WG - A seamstress alters the pants - and the life - of a plumpening young man.
The bell jingled and the young woman came out and stood at the counter, smiling politely. Can I help you sir?
The young man help up four pairs of pants. I guess I guess I need to have them, uh, let out a bit. he mumbled to his shoes.
Sorry?
Need to have these let out, the young man managed, handing over four pairs of pants.
Step into here, and well measure you.
Evan was acutely embarrassed anyway, an embarrassment heightened at having to strip to his underwear in front of a pretty girl. Of medium height and curvaceous, she was very matter of fact as she steadied the tape measure around his stomach. Hed once claimed a 34-inch waist, but he couldnt fasten any of his pants, even on an empty stomach, even when lying down, and alterations were cheaper than new pants.
Thirty-six and a quarter, she said, straightening up.
His face burning, Evan got dressed again. Thirty-six and a quarter! That had to be wrong didnt it? Then again, he knew he wasnt a thirty-four anymore, but how much did you have to eat to add two inches and change to the waistline?
The girl at the counter was filling out a ticket. Thatll be $40.41, she said, and you can pick them up on Friday. As if on cue, Evans stomach growled. Evan blushed. The girl smiled.
That time of day, she said. She looked down, then met his gaze. Have you ever been to the pizza joint next door? Its pretty good. My treat, she added quickly.
Oh, you cant afford my appetite. Whoops, did he just say that?
The girl winked. That little thing? You couldnt even eat a whole pizza.
Says who?
Says me, the girl returned with another wink. In fact, if you manage to eat a whole pizza, right now, I will personally pay for your alterations.
Wow. Youre on, Evan said. What was I thinking? I cant eat a whole pizza!
Fifteen minutes later, he was staring at a whole pizza. The girl, Lily, picked up her chicken parmesan sandwich. You can do it, or can you? she said, smiling at him.
Oh ho. Defiantly, Evan picked up the first slice and bit into it. Mmm, hot but not too hot. Crisp crust, plenty of cheese, not too much sauce. He was hungry and all but inhaled the first slice, and the next one, and the third. After a fourth slice, though, he was slowing down considerably. To buy himself time he leaned back in the booth and slowly drank some pop. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Urrrrp.
Scuse me, Evan mumbled, blushing. Lily winked. Come on, you can do it, she cooed. Evan suddenly felt seriously aroused. Lilys voice, her face, the way her hair fell across her shoulders, were making him hot but so was his increasingly full stomach. Something about the warmth and heaviness of being so full was adding to his arousal. The pressure and pull of his rapidly filling belly was seriously stirring him up.
He gulped some more pop to cool himself off and picked up the fifth slice. Come on, dont think, just do it. Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp gone. Oh, he was starting to get full, all right. His shirt was, incredibly, straining, his belly bulging out over the waistband of his too-tight jeans (yes, 34s he was in trouble), his belly stretching taut, ballooning with each mouthful. He laid a hand on his swelling gut. Was he going to burst? He had to finish the last three slices. Lily had a glint in her eye. Clearly, she wasnt going to let him off the hook.
He gulped some more pop and belched. Blinking, he massaged his aching stomach. Somehow that gave him more room. Determinedly he picked up the sixth slice. Quickly, almost frantically, he shoveled it into his mouth and gulped it down, washing it on its way with pop. The waitress refilled the glass. Evan barely noticed. He was beginning to sweat. No longer caring about appearing macho, he let out a groan and rubbed his aching belly, squirming in his seat as the discomfort of his bloated gut hit home. The worse his stomach felt, though, the more he was enjoying himself. The sensation of being stuffed to the brim felt oddly good, and he was having trouble ignoring the surges of arousal he was feeling.
Lily slid in next to him, Evan grunting as he scrunched over. Suddenly she was massaging his protruding belly, unbuttoning his jeans, oh thank you thank you thank you that helped. Her proximity only increased his desire.
Evan chugged some more pop. Okay (hic!) two more, he said. His breathing had become shallow. He was so full it was constricting his lungs. Lily continued to rub his tautly distended abdomen. Oh, that felt good. He picked up the last two and flipped one over onto the other. Pizza sandwich, he said, making Lily giggle. He chomped through them slowly with every swallow thinking he might burst or throw up. He didnt realize it, but hed also gulped his way through more than a quart of pop.
Wow, you did it, Lily was saying in his ear. Guess the pants are on me. How do you feel?
Ohhh, Evan groaned, dont shake me like that. Lily slid out and carefully, slowly, Evan inched his way toward the edge of the booth. Oof, he was full. Stuffed, bloated, about to burst, you name it, he felt it. He stood. Oh, mistake. Urrp. He winced at the sharpness of the belch. He was so full it hurt to straighten up. The weight of his overloaded and swollen belly seemed to be dragging him down. He was acutely conscious of his undone pants and tried to tug his shirt down, but it seemed to have shrunk. Dazedly he waddled out of the shop after Lily and back to the sewing shop, where, thankfully, they were alone. He sank into a chair by the counter and groaned loudly.
OoohhhhOOOOHHHHhhhhaauuuggghhhhh. Evan let out a long, groaning whine, cradling his hugely engorged belly. A whole pizza and a quart of pop sloshed heavily in his stretched and aching stomach, and hed never been so full in his life. He wanted to lie down, anything to ease his stomach ache, but he was also too stuffed to move. Brim full and about to burst, he slowly and gently patted his distended midriff, surprised at how taut it was, no room at the inn, pal. At the same time, through a haze of satiety, he could not ignore the throbbing surges of arousal he was enjoying. The thought of the movement required even for self-pleasure brought another groan. His eyelids fluttered, his breathing slowed, his hands dropped limply to his sides and he drifted into a shallow sleep.
He awoke a half-hour later. Lily had pressed a cup of hot tea into his hand. Wakey wakey.
Mmf, Evan grunted. Whoa. Sorry. He blinked and ran a hand through his dark hair, tousling it.
Okay, Im impressed, I admit it, Lily said, but I doubt youd ever be able to do that again.
Not (hic!) anytime (hic!) soon, Evan managed to say. His tongue felt thick and his head heavy. He sipped gratefully at the tea. Then he spoke without thinking. But if I did, Id need a few more alterations.
Lily leaned across the counter where shed retreated to. You know where to come, then, dontcha? That was his cue to leave, he thought. He stood and stretched, careful not to spill the tea, and set the cup down so he could, ahem, do up his jeans. He had to suck it in, but he was used to that. His stomach didnt hurt quite as much, though he was still awfully stuffed. He picked up the tea and saluted Lily with it.
Headed home, he changed his mind and turned the car toward a local department store instead. Much as he hated to admit it, Lily had measured his thickening waistline at 36 and a quarter, which meant his 34 waist jeans werent up to the job anymore.
In the jeans department, his hand on the 36s, he hesitated. Theyd be just a quarter-inch too snug, right? What was a quarter-inch? Of course, the next size up would be 38s, which would swim on him. He tried on the 38s, which of course were too big in the waist, but he also tried on the 36s, and they just barely fit. He bought two pairs of 38s and a belt.
That evening, though he had not planned to eat any dinner after that enormous lunch (an entire pizza!), his stomach growled. Resignedly, he warmed up some leftover Chinese takeout and scarfed it all, a little surprised that, though it took the edge of his hunger, it didnt make him full. Hed eaten the previous half of the order two nights before and felt stuffed afterward, even tossing out half an egg roll because he couldnt manage another bite. Now he wished he had the egg roll back. He poked in the fridge and found a half pint of Ben & Jerrys in the freezer and ate it straight from the carton while watching SportsCenter.
On Friday, wearing his 38s (and the belt), he stopped back in to pick up his altered pants. I gave you a little extra room just in case, Lily told him. See what you think.
He came out wearing one of the pairs, his khakis. I think Im glad you gave me a little extra room, he admitted. These feel just right. He tried to pay, but Lily insisted that the order was on her, because he had in fact eaten the entire pizza.
Best out of two? Evan suggested. Lets go to that pizza place again. If I eat a whole pizza, then the pants are on you. But if I dont, then Ill pay.
Only if you swear to give it your best shot, no cheating to spare me, Lily said, shaking her finger at him. Im not so think as you broke I am. They both laughed at her mock-slurred speech and, after Evan changed back into his jeans, went next door.
As before, the first few pieces were a doddle, the fourth was the hump slice. Evan chugged some pop and succeeded in forcing a belch. The fifth went down with surprisingly little effort, but Lily gently reminded him that last time hed drained his glass twice. Falling behind, she teased. Evan picked up the glass, set aside the straw, and chugged what was left. Oh, maybe that was a mistake. His stomach, already full, sloshed and gurgled loudly at the load of sugary carbonation poured into it. Evan pressed a hand to his swelling middle and belched twice. His belly was starting to feel stretched and heavy, tugging at the sides and pressing down, and he was warm with arousal again. He could bear the fullness, but in combination with the desire, he thought he might pass out.
Nice harmony, Lily commented. They waited until the waitress had refilled Evans glass. Come on three more forty bucks on the line.
(Hic!) And forty-(hic!) forty-one cents, Evan said, now puffing a little.
Loosen your belt, silly.
Whoops. Evan obediently let his belt out two notches. Ah, much better. He was slightly taken aback at how much his gut ballooned when given new space. Massaging his stomach, he hiccuped. Renewed, he chugged half of the new glass of pop and picked up the sixth slice. He chowed steadily through it and was rewarded with a belch that resettled everything. Leisurely, smiling at Lily, he ate the last two slices together and drained the glass of pop. He pressed a hand to his swollen and throbbing gut, but he felt too full now even to coax up a belch. The new jeans, belt loosened, were no long slack but pressed firmly against his engorged belly, even pinching a little at his ballooning waist. He followed Lily back to the shop and collected his pants and made a date for the next evening.
Sated and drowsy, he rolled down the car window to stay alert and navigated the mile and a half home. There, he thankfully unbuttoned his jeans, groaning with relief, and fell asleep in his easy chair.
Dressed in his newly altered khakis, Evan met Lily outside the shop the next evening, and they went to the movies. At Lilys urging, Evan bought the tub of popcorn and large drink so we can share, Lily said. She did her share, but Evan still ate a lot of popcorn and sucked down a lot of pop. Afterward, he wasnt at all hungry, but Lily wanted to go to dinner, so they did, where Evan discovered that the atmosphere and good scents enticed him. He piled a large bowl of spaghetti into a gut full of popcorn and ignored the warning signals. His stomach signaled fullness and his privates surged with arousal. His waistband started to pinch and he undid the clasp. His sides tugged, his growing belly stretched and distended, his breath grew shallow and his face flushed. At last, full to bursting, he had to quit. The pasta bowl was scraped clean, the bread basket emptied for the third time, the dessert plate all but licked spotless. And he was stuffed, achingly full, his engorged belly tender and tight, ballooning hugely forward, heavy and taut, but he was also almost exploding with desire and he didnt think he could stand it much longer.
Lily looked at him. Shed had a couple of glasses of wine and a large plateful of pasta as well and her face was ruddy, her eyelids heavy, her voice throaty. Id love to see your apartment.
Evan grunted as he stood. Wincing, he pressed a hand to his throbbing and bloated waist. He hiccuped. Scuse me, he mumbled, taking her arm.
Once in the apartment, Lily didnt waste much time. They werent even all the way into the bedroom before she had her shirt off. Oh boy.
Lily (hic!) Im awfully (hic!) full, Evan grunted.
Shh. Lie back. Let Lily work.
So Evan tugged off his shirt and his khakis and underpants. Gingerly he lay back on the bed and let Lily peel off his socks. He watched through bleary eyes as she peeled off her bra, skirt, half slip. She snuggled up beside him and at first did nothing more than massage his belly, but it felt so good. The tender soreness of his tautly distended gut eased under her gentle fingers. Half-asleep, he jerked awake, amazed at how much his belly was protruding as he lay on his back. It soared, huge and round, he couldnt even see his feet, much less anything else -- but then he could feel what Lily was doing, and that felt wonderful too.
After a while, he felt Lily gently lie down on top of him. He was going to protest, thinking that it would hurt, but it didnt. It felt surprisingly good to have the weight of her body pressing on his bloated and engorged belly. She leaned into him and he groaned with relief, then felt himself blush scarlet at the enormous belch that erupted. Before he could say anything, though, Lily laid a finger to his lips.
Shhh.
They made love silently, tenderly, Lily guiding and Evan letting himself be guided and marveling in the sensation of his heavily full belly sloshing and pressing as part of their intimacy, dictating his rhythms and not just easing his discomfort but transcending it, as the fullness of his gut fueled the intensity of his desire.
Afterward, they lay without speaking, dozing off and on, and when Evan awoke fully it was dawn and Lily lay beside him, her face pale and peaceful, her hair tousled, her lovely curves outlined under the sheets.
She stirred and turned to face him, her eyes clouded with drowsiness and her smile like a sunrise. She pecked him on the lips and murmured, Ill make coffee.
No, I will, Evan mumbled, but she shushed him and padded naked into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a cup of coffee with cream. How did she know how he liked it?
If you have any fixings, Im good at making breakfast, she said. Evan blinked, still drowsy.
Mm. Eggs, I think. He made to stand, but Lily put a hand on his shoulder and Evan let himself lean back against the pillows.
He heard clanking and clattering, smelled good smells, and Lily came in with a tray. Eggs with cheese, waffles with butter and brown sugar, even some bacon Evan didnt remember that hed had. Suddenly starved, Evan devoured every scrap. Afterward, as he stood and stretched, he rubbed his belly contentedly, enjoying the warm fullness of a stomach full of good food.
I have to go, Lily said regretfully, letting him fold her into a hug. Keep thy shop and thy shop keeps thee.
Evan spoke over her head, feeling the thrum in his throat as he held her close. Lily if I find myself needing more alterations in the future
I specialize in accommodating growth, Lily murmured.
On Monday evening, Evan came back into the shop with three more pairs of pants. Might as well let these out too, he said, unable to keep the grin off his face. He waited while Lily closed up, then, without discussion, they strolled to the pizza place.
I put on weight in college then took it off then put it back on, he explained. I was thinking I would lose this weight-- he slapped his burgeoning belly -- but you know what, this last week has shown me that I dont have to starve myself to be he trailed off, his face warm.
To be what? Lily asked softly, squeezing his hand. Happy?
Happy and accepted Evan trailed off again.
The pizza arrived, but theyd agreed to split one this time. I really dont want to get into the habit of eating a whole pizza every day, Evan said. Lily nodded, enthusiastically picking up a large slice. In the end, she ate three and Evan five. Afterward, he was reasonably full but not groaningly stuffed. Lily, though, was groaning and rubbing her belly, which was visibly distended. In addition to splitting a pizza, theyd devoured a couple of baskets full of breadsticks and chugged down quite a bit of pop. Lilys eyelids were drooping and her red T-shirt was stretched snugly over her bloated tummy; her jeans were about to pop.
Evan had found that five pieces filled him up nicely, but hed done some damage to the breadstick population as well, and his own gut was looking pretty engorged. Swollen and aching, his ballooning belly protruded tautly over the waistband of his newly let-out pants, the waistband having slid southward in self-defense. He sheepishly tugged down the hem of his polo shirt, which used to cover his midriff but now seemed to be a trifle short of fabric. Full as he was, he felt dopey and satiated, but he also felt the stiffening of arousal. He glanced at Lucy. Her skin was flushed, her voice throaty as she said, Take me home.
Evan drove the short distance to his apartment and Lily, though clearly stuffed, wobbled eagerly after him into his bedroom. She unsnapped her jeans with visible relief, groaning loudly as she ran the zipper down and wiggled awkwardly free of the pants and her underwear. Grunting with effort, she tugged off her shirt.
Oof (hic!) too full (hic!) unhook me, she puffed. Evan had gotten his shirt off, but his pants were still pinching his bloated waist. He undid Lilys bra, then tugged his own pants off. Together they sank slowly and gently onto the bed, then lay back amid the pillows, groaning and massaging their swollen and aching bellies. It didnt take long for it to occur to them to massage each others swollen and aching bellies. Gradually, as the immediacy of their discomfort eased, they made love, groaning with pleasure as their full tummies pressed against each other, the sloshing and pressure adding a new dimension to their intimacy. Later, they slept, spooning, Evans large hands and long fingers cradling Lilys softening middle.
In a dismayingly short amount of time, Evans newly let-out pants grew snug and he found himself having to unbutton them after a large meal okay, after just about any meal. Came the day when he could no longer fasten his pants even first thing in the morning. By now he didnt have to visit Lilys shop; he simply showed her, ruefully, one Sunday morning as she lay tangled in the sheets of his bed.
Not one pair, he said, letting go so the ends flapped open, revealing a ballooning belly that his shrinking waistbands would not cover. Ill have to wear jeans to church.
Do they fit?
Well I dont need a belt anymore, he said, laughing. He put on a freshly laundered pair, tugging and adjusting to get them to sit smoothly in the backside, then pulled at the button. Oof. Instinctively he sucked in and, with some more tugging, got the button fastened. Some more tugging and a little dancing and the zipper was up, but he was afraid to sit down. He pulled on a polo shirt, then added his loosest, baggiest sweater. These were the 38-waist jeans hed purchased several months ago after Lily had clocked his waist at thirty-six and a quarter inches. At the time, theyd been loose on his waist, but that waistline had been steadily thickening and now was clearly too big for the jeans.
Lily frowned. I dont think I can let your pants out anymore, she said. Theres no more spare fabric in there. Well have to buy you some more.
As she spoke, she stood and stretched. Evan stared, entranced by the play of sunlight through the blinds dappling her bare body. Lily had also put on weight; her breasts had gone from handfuls to rounded ripeness, her bottom softening and broadening into a cushion. Her hourglass figure remained, but there was more sand in the hourglass. Her waist still showed trimly, but it had become more padded, and after a big meal her tummy bulged roundly out between hips and breasts. Evan thought he had never seen anything as beautiful as Lily's tummy after a big meal. It rounded, taut and pendulous, glowing with ripeness, warmly smooth, an inviting repository for fondles and kisses.
Now she ran a hand through her hair and opened the closet door. Sighing, she pulled out her standby dress; it was cut so that it could be worn belted or un-. Lily hadnt been using the belt for the last month. I am truly sick of this dress, she announced.
Look, Evan said sensibly. When we go to get me some new pants, lets get you some clothes that fit too. Clothes that fit are a much better way to start the day.
In the afternoon, Lily hauled out her tape measure.
No fair, Evan protested. He belched. We just ate. Indeed they had, at a Chinese buffet, and both Evan and Lily were stuffed. Evans belly protruded so insistently that his waistband had given up and slid out of the way, and Lilys dress was pulled snug across her bulging tummy, making her look pregnant.
Ah, room to grow, Lily said dismissively. She smoothed the tape measure and squinted at the results. Forty.
Half of that (hic!) is shrimp (hic!) fried rice, Evan puffed, giving up on trying to hold in his aching stomach. Reluctantly, he pulled the tape measure around Lily. This is crazy (hic!)
Shh.
Twenty-nine, Evan announced.
Lily hiccupped. To the store.
Evan found that Lily was, of course, right. The forty-inch jeans felt better than the 38s, and even if he was trying on clothes on a full stomach, he doubted that any looseness that might show up would hang around for long. He bought two pairs, and three pairs of trousers, Lily reappearing with two bagfuls of new clothing for her.
The next evening, Evan arrived home with takeout and reported that three co-workers had asked him if hed lost weight. Its amazing what clothes that fit better will do, he mumbled with his mouth full.
Its amazing how many people assume thats a desirous thing to have done, Lily replied, pointing with her egg roll.
Evan stopped in mid-chew. Mmm.
Think about it, baby, Lily said, gesturing more with the egg roll. Everyone assumes that Youve lost weight" is a compliment. What if you dont want to?
Do I want to? Do you want to? Evan asked.
Lily shook her head. Do you remember what you said way back? About losing the weight and gaining it back and wanting to lose it again to be happy and accepted?
Yeah.
Have you lost weight?
Um, no.
Are you happy?
Happier than Ive ever been.
Accepted?
Yeah
So?
So, Evan said with a small grunt as he leaned forward, I want more sesame chicken. He sat back, rubbing his gradually filling belly. And, he added with a wink, I want someone who does alterations.
Alterations in the Fabric
by Big Beautiful Dreamer
by Big Beautiful Dreamer
The bell jingled and the young woman came out and stood at the counter, smiling politely. Can I help you sir?
The young man help up four pairs of pants. I guess I guess I need to have them, uh, let out a bit. he mumbled to his shoes.
Sorry?
Need to have these let out, the young man managed, handing over four pairs of pants.
Step into here, and well measure you.
Evan was acutely embarrassed anyway, an embarrassment heightened at having to strip to his underwear in front of a pretty girl. Of medium height and curvaceous, she was very matter of fact as she steadied the tape measure around his stomach. Hed once claimed a 34-inch waist, but he couldnt fasten any of his pants, even on an empty stomach, even when lying down, and alterations were cheaper than new pants.
Thirty-six and a quarter, she said, straightening up.
His face burning, Evan got dressed again. Thirty-six and a quarter! That had to be wrong didnt it? Then again, he knew he wasnt a thirty-four anymore, but how much did you have to eat to add two inches and change to the waistline?
The girl at the counter was filling out a ticket. Thatll be $40.41, she said, and you can pick them up on Friday. As if on cue, Evans stomach growled. Evan blushed. The girl smiled.
That time of day, she said. She looked down, then met his gaze. Have you ever been to the pizza joint next door? Its pretty good. My treat, she added quickly.
Oh, you cant afford my appetite. Whoops, did he just say that?
The girl winked. That little thing? You couldnt even eat a whole pizza.
Says who?
Says me, the girl returned with another wink. In fact, if you manage to eat a whole pizza, right now, I will personally pay for your alterations.
Wow. Youre on, Evan said. What was I thinking? I cant eat a whole pizza!
Fifteen minutes later, he was staring at a whole pizza. The girl, Lily, picked up her chicken parmesan sandwich. You can do it, or can you? she said, smiling at him.
Oh ho. Defiantly, Evan picked up the first slice and bit into it. Mmm, hot but not too hot. Crisp crust, plenty of cheese, not too much sauce. He was hungry and all but inhaled the first slice, and the next one, and the third. After a fourth slice, though, he was slowing down considerably. To buy himself time he leaned back in the booth and slowly drank some pop. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Urrrrp.
Scuse me, Evan mumbled, blushing. Lily winked. Come on, you can do it, she cooed. Evan suddenly felt seriously aroused. Lilys voice, her face, the way her hair fell across her shoulders, were making him hot but so was his increasingly full stomach. Something about the warmth and heaviness of being so full was adding to his arousal. The pressure and pull of his rapidly filling belly was seriously stirring him up.
He gulped some more pop to cool himself off and picked up the fifth slice. Come on, dont think, just do it. Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp gone. Oh, he was starting to get full, all right. His shirt was, incredibly, straining, his belly bulging out over the waistband of his too-tight jeans (yes, 34s he was in trouble), his belly stretching taut, ballooning with each mouthful. He laid a hand on his swelling gut. Was he going to burst? He had to finish the last three slices. Lily had a glint in her eye. Clearly, she wasnt going to let him off the hook.
He gulped some more pop and belched. Blinking, he massaged his aching stomach. Somehow that gave him more room. Determinedly he picked up the sixth slice. Quickly, almost frantically, he shoveled it into his mouth and gulped it down, washing it on its way with pop. The waitress refilled the glass. Evan barely noticed. He was beginning to sweat. No longer caring about appearing macho, he let out a groan and rubbed his aching belly, squirming in his seat as the discomfort of his bloated gut hit home. The worse his stomach felt, though, the more he was enjoying himself. The sensation of being stuffed to the brim felt oddly good, and he was having trouble ignoring the surges of arousal he was feeling.
Lily slid in next to him, Evan grunting as he scrunched over. Suddenly she was massaging his protruding belly, unbuttoning his jeans, oh thank you thank you thank you that helped. Her proximity only increased his desire.
Evan chugged some more pop. Okay (hic!) two more, he said. His breathing had become shallow. He was so full it was constricting his lungs. Lily continued to rub his tautly distended abdomen. Oh, that felt good. He picked up the last two and flipped one over onto the other. Pizza sandwich, he said, making Lily giggle. He chomped through them slowly with every swallow thinking he might burst or throw up. He didnt realize it, but hed also gulped his way through more than a quart of pop.
Wow, you did it, Lily was saying in his ear. Guess the pants are on me. How do you feel?
Ohhh, Evan groaned, dont shake me like that. Lily slid out and carefully, slowly, Evan inched his way toward the edge of the booth. Oof, he was full. Stuffed, bloated, about to burst, you name it, he felt it. He stood. Oh, mistake. Urrp. He winced at the sharpness of the belch. He was so full it hurt to straighten up. The weight of his overloaded and swollen belly seemed to be dragging him down. He was acutely conscious of his undone pants and tried to tug his shirt down, but it seemed to have shrunk. Dazedly he waddled out of the shop after Lily and back to the sewing shop, where, thankfully, they were alone. He sank into a chair by the counter and groaned loudly.
OoohhhhOOOOHHHHhhhhaauuuggghhhhh. Evan let out a long, groaning whine, cradling his hugely engorged belly. A whole pizza and a quart of pop sloshed heavily in his stretched and aching stomach, and hed never been so full in his life. He wanted to lie down, anything to ease his stomach ache, but he was also too stuffed to move. Brim full and about to burst, he slowly and gently patted his distended midriff, surprised at how taut it was, no room at the inn, pal. At the same time, through a haze of satiety, he could not ignore the throbbing surges of arousal he was enjoying. The thought of the movement required even for self-pleasure brought another groan. His eyelids fluttered, his breathing slowed, his hands dropped limply to his sides and he drifted into a shallow sleep.
He awoke a half-hour later. Lily had pressed a cup of hot tea into his hand. Wakey wakey.
Mmf, Evan grunted. Whoa. Sorry. He blinked and ran a hand through his dark hair, tousling it.
Okay, Im impressed, I admit it, Lily said, but I doubt youd ever be able to do that again.
Not (hic!) anytime (hic!) soon, Evan managed to say. His tongue felt thick and his head heavy. He sipped gratefully at the tea. Then he spoke without thinking. But if I did, Id need a few more alterations.
Lily leaned across the counter where shed retreated to. You know where to come, then, dontcha? That was his cue to leave, he thought. He stood and stretched, careful not to spill the tea, and set the cup down so he could, ahem, do up his jeans. He had to suck it in, but he was used to that. His stomach didnt hurt quite as much, though he was still awfully stuffed. He picked up the tea and saluted Lily with it.
Headed home, he changed his mind and turned the car toward a local department store instead. Much as he hated to admit it, Lily had measured his thickening waistline at 36 and a quarter, which meant his 34 waist jeans werent up to the job anymore.
In the jeans department, his hand on the 36s, he hesitated. Theyd be just a quarter-inch too snug, right? What was a quarter-inch? Of course, the next size up would be 38s, which would swim on him. He tried on the 38s, which of course were too big in the waist, but he also tried on the 36s, and they just barely fit. He bought two pairs of 38s and a belt.
That evening, though he had not planned to eat any dinner after that enormous lunch (an entire pizza!), his stomach growled. Resignedly, he warmed up some leftover Chinese takeout and scarfed it all, a little surprised that, though it took the edge of his hunger, it didnt make him full. Hed eaten the previous half of the order two nights before and felt stuffed afterward, even tossing out half an egg roll because he couldnt manage another bite. Now he wished he had the egg roll back. He poked in the fridge and found a half pint of Ben & Jerrys in the freezer and ate it straight from the carton while watching SportsCenter.
On Friday, wearing his 38s (and the belt), he stopped back in to pick up his altered pants. I gave you a little extra room just in case, Lily told him. See what you think.
He came out wearing one of the pairs, his khakis. I think Im glad you gave me a little extra room, he admitted. These feel just right. He tried to pay, but Lily insisted that the order was on her, because he had in fact eaten the entire pizza.
Best out of two? Evan suggested. Lets go to that pizza place again. If I eat a whole pizza, then the pants are on you. But if I dont, then Ill pay.
Only if you swear to give it your best shot, no cheating to spare me, Lily said, shaking her finger at him. Im not so think as you broke I am. They both laughed at her mock-slurred speech and, after Evan changed back into his jeans, went next door.
As before, the first few pieces were a doddle, the fourth was the hump slice. Evan chugged some pop and succeeded in forcing a belch. The fifth went down with surprisingly little effort, but Lily gently reminded him that last time hed drained his glass twice. Falling behind, she teased. Evan picked up the glass, set aside the straw, and chugged what was left. Oh, maybe that was a mistake. His stomach, already full, sloshed and gurgled loudly at the load of sugary carbonation poured into it. Evan pressed a hand to his swelling middle and belched twice. His belly was starting to feel stretched and heavy, tugging at the sides and pressing down, and he was warm with arousal again. He could bear the fullness, but in combination with the desire, he thought he might pass out.
Nice harmony, Lily commented. They waited until the waitress had refilled Evans glass. Come on three more forty bucks on the line.
(Hic!) And forty-(hic!) forty-one cents, Evan said, now puffing a little.
Loosen your belt, silly.
Whoops. Evan obediently let his belt out two notches. Ah, much better. He was slightly taken aback at how much his gut ballooned when given new space. Massaging his stomach, he hiccuped. Renewed, he chugged half of the new glass of pop and picked up the sixth slice. He chowed steadily through it and was rewarded with a belch that resettled everything. Leisurely, smiling at Lily, he ate the last two slices together and drained the glass of pop. He pressed a hand to his swollen and throbbing gut, but he felt too full now even to coax up a belch. The new jeans, belt loosened, were no long slack but pressed firmly against his engorged belly, even pinching a little at his ballooning waist. He followed Lily back to the shop and collected his pants and made a date for the next evening.
Sated and drowsy, he rolled down the car window to stay alert and navigated the mile and a half home. There, he thankfully unbuttoned his jeans, groaning with relief, and fell asleep in his easy chair.
Dressed in his newly altered khakis, Evan met Lily outside the shop the next evening, and they went to the movies. At Lilys urging, Evan bought the tub of popcorn and large drink so we can share, Lily said. She did her share, but Evan still ate a lot of popcorn and sucked down a lot of pop. Afterward, he wasnt at all hungry, but Lily wanted to go to dinner, so they did, where Evan discovered that the atmosphere and good scents enticed him. He piled a large bowl of spaghetti into a gut full of popcorn and ignored the warning signals. His stomach signaled fullness and his privates surged with arousal. His waistband started to pinch and he undid the clasp. His sides tugged, his growing belly stretched and distended, his breath grew shallow and his face flushed. At last, full to bursting, he had to quit. The pasta bowl was scraped clean, the bread basket emptied for the third time, the dessert plate all but licked spotless. And he was stuffed, achingly full, his engorged belly tender and tight, ballooning hugely forward, heavy and taut, but he was also almost exploding with desire and he didnt think he could stand it much longer.
Lily looked at him. Shed had a couple of glasses of wine and a large plateful of pasta as well and her face was ruddy, her eyelids heavy, her voice throaty. Id love to see your apartment.
Evan grunted as he stood. Wincing, he pressed a hand to his throbbing and bloated waist. He hiccuped. Scuse me, he mumbled, taking her arm.
Once in the apartment, Lily didnt waste much time. They werent even all the way into the bedroom before she had her shirt off. Oh boy.
Lily (hic!) Im awfully (hic!) full, Evan grunted.
Shh. Lie back. Let Lily work.
So Evan tugged off his shirt and his khakis and underpants. Gingerly he lay back on the bed and let Lily peel off his socks. He watched through bleary eyes as she peeled off her bra, skirt, half slip. She snuggled up beside him and at first did nothing more than massage his belly, but it felt so good. The tender soreness of his tautly distended gut eased under her gentle fingers. Half-asleep, he jerked awake, amazed at how much his belly was protruding as he lay on his back. It soared, huge and round, he couldnt even see his feet, much less anything else -- but then he could feel what Lily was doing, and that felt wonderful too.
After a while, he felt Lily gently lie down on top of him. He was going to protest, thinking that it would hurt, but it didnt. It felt surprisingly good to have the weight of her body pressing on his bloated and engorged belly. She leaned into him and he groaned with relief, then felt himself blush scarlet at the enormous belch that erupted. Before he could say anything, though, Lily laid a finger to his lips.
Shhh.
They made love silently, tenderly, Lily guiding and Evan letting himself be guided and marveling in the sensation of his heavily full belly sloshing and pressing as part of their intimacy, dictating his rhythms and not just easing his discomfort but transcending it, as the fullness of his gut fueled the intensity of his desire.
Afterward, they lay without speaking, dozing off and on, and when Evan awoke fully it was dawn and Lily lay beside him, her face pale and peaceful, her hair tousled, her lovely curves outlined under the sheets.
She stirred and turned to face him, her eyes clouded with drowsiness and her smile like a sunrise. She pecked him on the lips and murmured, Ill make coffee.
No, I will, Evan mumbled, but she shushed him and padded naked into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a cup of coffee with cream. How did she know how he liked it?
If you have any fixings, Im good at making breakfast, she said. Evan blinked, still drowsy.
Mm. Eggs, I think. He made to stand, but Lily put a hand on his shoulder and Evan let himself lean back against the pillows.
He heard clanking and clattering, smelled good smells, and Lily came in with a tray. Eggs with cheese, waffles with butter and brown sugar, even some bacon Evan didnt remember that hed had. Suddenly starved, Evan devoured every scrap. Afterward, as he stood and stretched, he rubbed his belly contentedly, enjoying the warm fullness of a stomach full of good food.
I have to go, Lily said regretfully, letting him fold her into a hug. Keep thy shop and thy shop keeps thee.
Evan spoke over her head, feeling the thrum in his throat as he held her close. Lily if I find myself needing more alterations in the future
I specialize in accommodating growth, Lily murmured.
On Monday evening, Evan came back into the shop with three more pairs of pants. Might as well let these out too, he said, unable to keep the grin off his face. He waited while Lily closed up, then, without discussion, they strolled to the pizza place.
I put on weight in college then took it off then put it back on, he explained. I was thinking I would lose this weight-- he slapped his burgeoning belly -- but you know what, this last week has shown me that I dont have to starve myself to be he trailed off, his face warm.
To be what? Lily asked softly, squeezing his hand. Happy?
Happy and accepted Evan trailed off again.
The pizza arrived, but theyd agreed to split one this time. I really dont want to get into the habit of eating a whole pizza every day, Evan said. Lily nodded, enthusiastically picking up a large slice. In the end, she ate three and Evan five. Afterward, he was reasonably full but not groaningly stuffed. Lily, though, was groaning and rubbing her belly, which was visibly distended. In addition to splitting a pizza, theyd devoured a couple of baskets full of breadsticks and chugged down quite a bit of pop. Lilys eyelids were drooping and her red T-shirt was stretched snugly over her bloated tummy; her jeans were about to pop.
Evan had found that five pieces filled him up nicely, but hed done some damage to the breadstick population as well, and his own gut was looking pretty engorged. Swollen and aching, his ballooning belly protruded tautly over the waistband of his newly let-out pants, the waistband having slid southward in self-defense. He sheepishly tugged down the hem of his polo shirt, which used to cover his midriff but now seemed to be a trifle short of fabric. Full as he was, he felt dopey and satiated, but he also felt the stiffening of arousal. He glanced at Lucy. Her skin was flushed, her voice throaty as she said, Take me home.
Evan drove the short distance to his apartment and Lily, though clearly stuffed, wobbled eagerly after him into his bedroom. She unsnapped her jeans with visible relief, groaning loudly as she ran the zipper down and wiggled awkwardly free of the pants and her underwear. Grunting with effort, she tugged off her shirt.
Oof (hic!) too full (hic!) unhook me, she puffed. Evan had gotten his shirt off, but his pants were still pinching his bloated waist. He undid Lilys bra, then tugged his own pants off. Together they sank slowly and gently onto the bed, then lay back amid the pillows, groaning and massaging their swollen and aching bellies. It didnt take long for it to occur to them to massage each others swollen and aching bellies. Gradually, as the immediacy of their discomfort eased, they made love, groaning with pleasure as their full tummies pressed against each other, the sloshing and pressure adding a new dimension to their intimacy. Later, they slept, spooning, Evans large hands and long fingers cradling Lilys softening middle.
In a dismayingly short amount of time, Evans newly let-out pants grew snug and he found himself having to unbutton them after a large meal okay, after just about any meal. Came the day when he could no longer fasten his pants even first thing in the morning. By now he didnt have to visit Lilys shop; he simply showed her, ruefully, one Sunday morning as she lay tangled in the sheets of his bed.
Not one pair, he said, letting go so the ends flapped open, revealing a ballooning belly that his shrinking waistbands would not cover. Ill have to wear jeans to church.
Do they fit?
Well I dont need a belt anymore, he said, laughing. He put on a freshly laundered pair, tugging and adjusting to get them to sit smoothly in the backside, then pulled at the button. Oof. Instinctively he sucked in and, with some more tugging, got the button fastened. Some more tugging and a little dancing and the zipper was up, but he was afraid to sit down. He pulled on a polo shirt, then added his loosest, baggiest sweater. These were the 38-waist jeans hed purchased several months ago after Lily had clocked his waist at thirty-six and a quarter inches. At the time, theyd been loose on his waist, but that waistline had been steadily thickening and now was clearly too big for the jeans.
Lily frowned. I dont think I can let your pants out anymore, she said. Theres no more spare fabric in there. Well have to buy you some more.
As she spoke, she stood and stretched. Evan stared, entranced by the play of sunlight through the blinds dappling her bare body. Lily had also put on weight; her breasts had gone from handfuls to rounded ripeness, her bottom softening and broadening into a cushion. Her hourglass figure remained, but there was more sand in the hourglass. Her waist still showed trimly, but it had become more padded, and after a big meal her tummy bulged roundly out between hips and breasts. Evan thought he had never seen anything as beautiful as Lily's tummy after a big meal. It rounded, taut and pendulous, glowing with ripeness, warmly smooth, an inviting repository for fondles and kisses.
Now she ran a hand through her hair and opened the closet door. Sighing, she pulled out her standby dress; it was cut so that it could be worn belted or un-. Lily hadnt been using the belt for the last month. I am truly sick of this dress, she announced.
Look, Evan said sensibly. When we go to get me some new pants, lets get you some clothes that fit too. Clothes that fit are a much better way to start the day.
In the afternoon, Lily hauled out her tape measure.
No fair, Evan protested. He belched. We just ate. Indeed they had, at a Chinese buffet, and both Evan and Lily were stuffed. Evans belly protruded so insistently that his waistband had given up and slid out of the way, and Lilys dress was pulled snug across her bulging tummy, making her look pregnant.
Ah, room to grow, Lily said dismissively. She smoothed the tape measure and squinted at the results. Forty.
Half of that (hic!) is shrimp (hic!) fried rice, Evan puffed, giving up on trying to hold in his aching stomach. Reluctantly, he pulled the tape measure around Lily. This is crazy (hic!)
Shh.
Twenty-nine, Evan announced.
Lily hiccupped. To the store.
Evan found that Lily was, of course, right. The forty-inch jeans felt better than the 38s, and even if he was trying on clothes on a full stomach, he doubted that any looseness that might show up would hang around for long. He bought two pairs, and three pairs of trousers, Lily reappearing with two bagfuls of new clothing for her.
The next evening, Evan arrived home with takeout and reported that three co-workers had asked him if hed lost weight. Its amazing what clothes that fit better will do, he mumbled with his mouth full.
Its amazing how many people assume thats a desirous thing to have done, Lily replied, pointing with her egg roll.
Evan stopped in mid-chew. Mmm.
Think about it, baby, Lily said, gesturing more with the egg roll. Everyone assumes that Youve lost weight" is a compliment. What if you dont want to?
Do I want to? Do you want to? Evan asked.
Lily shook her head. Do you remember what you said way back? About losing the weight and gaining it back and wanting to lose it again to be happy and accepted?
Yeah.
Have you lost weight?
Um, no.
Are you happy?
Happier than Ive ever been.
Accepted?
Yeah
So?
So, Evan said with a small grunt as he leaned forward, I want more sesame chicken. He sat back, rubbing his gradually filling belly. And, he added with a wink, I want someone who does alterations.
