Marie awoke with a soft smile on her lips. The dream was fading from her mind, but the memory of being pleasantly full stayed with her. She moaned soft and moved her hands to her flat tummy. She opened her eyes with a start and tossed her sheets off. The clingy pink t-shirt she had gone to bed in was pushed up a few inches by something that was definitely not the trim middle she knew and loved. Her stomach, like in her dream, was stuffed, maybe even more so. She rubbed it and moaned, confused. She got out of bed, finding it a little hard to bend in the middle.
Having just admired her figure the night before it was easy for her to see the difference. Her belly popped out gently, round and very firm. She was able to pull her shirt down over it, although she thought it actually made her look pregnant.
"Uhg," she said to herself as she cupped her poor tummy in her hands. This was not the peaceful, content feeling from her dream. She felt bloated, full, and embarrassed to even see herself. Like anyone she had experienced bloating before, but it never felt like this. She really felt like she had eaten a feast that was too much for her stomach to keep up.
She was glad it was Saturday. The swelling, whatever it was, ought to go down by Monday. She had plans to go shopping with Abbie, one of her best friends and former teammate on the school track team, but otherwise planned to take it easy. If Marie had one flaw it was her laziness. It was why she quit track in the first place. Granted, she was one of the lesser members on the team, while Abbie was actually the star runner in the school. Abbie, who like Marie spoke with a bluntness that others found disconcerting, warned Marie that even if she quit track they should still work out together.
"You love your junk food and if you don't stay on top of it you'll blow up," Abbie had said, with her usual frankness.
"Shoot me if that happens," Marie had said. She might not have the tone of her friend, but she was still thin with just the right amount of softness on her body. She didn't even want to entertain the prospect of gaining weight.
And now here she was, only a few weeks out of her athletic life and already sporting a sad, round gut. At least it wasn't fat, she thought rubbing her sour stomach. Abbie might have been right after all. Of course, that didn't explain why she woke up feeling stuffed to the gills despite not having gone to bed in such a state, but for the moment she was writing this off as really bad bloating. Bloating that felt uncomfortably heavy.
She texted Abbie that she was ready to meet up whenever she was, then showered, did her hair and make up, and donned a pair of jeans which pressed uncomfortably into her full tummy. Every t-shirt and tank top she owned seemed to ride up over her engorged belly when she moved, and whenever she bent over she had the unpleasant sensation of thinking her jeans' button would pop open. The worse part, aside from the discomfort and creeping thoughts of a full stomach turning into a fat stomach, would be that she knew Abbie would notice and say something.
She might even try to get her to work out. Marie shuddered. It would be the right thing to do. One didn't just let a fine figure as hers go without a fight. But she was dead set on taking it easy that such effort on a weekend was almost as distasteful to her as the bump now protruding from her previously perfect profile.
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