Bulma stood in front of the refrigerator with the door open, looking for something to eat. While she scanned the shelves she lightly scratched her rear end before putting her finger to her chin in concentration. The fridge was mostly empty, as were the cabinets, being cleaned out by her over the last few days. She really needed to go food shopping, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She'd have to shower, get dressed, do her hair, go to the store, carry grocery bags; in the end, she just decided it was too much work. The blue-haired beauty settled on eggs, since the carton was one of the few things remaining on the near barren shelfs. She also grabbed a jar of mayonnaise from the door before closing the icebox behind her.
Bulma filled two pots with water and sat down as she patiently waited for them to boil. She leaned back in one of the high chairs at the counter and raised her arms above and behind her head, making herself comfortable. This exposed her sweaty armpits, which each had a thin layer of bristly blue hair sticking out from their surface. Bulma turned her head and sniffed one of them, recoiling slightly at the stench. She acted disgusted, but it didn't bother her that much. Not enough to shower or put on deodorant or anything at least.
Her stretching had also untucked her shirt from her now beltless shorts, putting her new round belly on display. The last couple months had not been kind to Bulma's figure. She wasn't fat per se, but she was definitely plump. The gap between her thighs had closed, forcing them to mush together when she stood. Her inactivity had caused all muscle tone in her arms to fade away, as they grew flabby and jiggled with the slightest movement. Her face had grown round with fuller cheeks and a less defined jaw, clearly on the verge of becoming a double chin. Her unhealthy eating made her skin oily, resulting in a dusting of acne across her cheeks and forehead. She no longer did her hair, letting it grow into a long, tangled mess. She stopped wearing underwear, finding them too uncomfortable on her growing body. Her breasts filled out and sagged slightly due to a lack of support.
Most of her gain concentrated in her lower body, forming an obvious pear shape. Bulma's hips widened drastically to support her ample rear. Her ass had bubbled out quite a bit, much to her enjoyment, becoming round and shapely. However, if her gain continued, she might end up getting to much of a good thing. Cellulite was beginning to grow across her voluptuous butt cheeks and reddish stretch marks stretched along her newly formed saddlebags.
While the water continued to boil, Bulma heard her stomach rumble and rubbed her abdomen to sooth it. And what an abdomen it was! Bulma's once flat stomach had grown into a dome-like gut. It made her look pregnant, even though it was soft and doughy. Unlike most fat bellies, it didn't droop at all. Instead it kept a perfectly round shape and stretched the waistband of her ever-tightening shorts. Even though Bulma didn't necessarily like the idea of being fat, she loved how her body felt. She let her hand sink into the pale, yielding flesh of her tummy, allowing it linger for a moment. She then starting moving her hand, caressing her belly in a circular motion. She couldn't understand why it felt so good, but she certainly wasn't complaining.
The water finally began to boil so she forced herself back up and put all twelve eggs in. She set the time for eight minutes and began her wait again. She stood in front of the stove, killing time by humming to herself and bouncing on her heels. She stuck her hand in the back of her pants and scratched between her butt crack. She brought her finger to her nose and was just about to sniff it when she heard noises coming from the living room. Her pet was awake!
Bulma ran, or slowly shuffled, to the pantry and pulled out a large bag of wet dog food. She knew her cute little baby was going to be hungry, so she got out a large serving bowl and dumped the slimy contents into it. Bulma couldn't stand the smell, but her pet seemed to love the stuff. It was good for her too, since animals aren't supposed to eat human food. Just as she finished, the buzzer went off on her eggs. She let them cool and peeled them over the sink. Bulma hated all the work that went into peeling eggs, but at least it was easier than going to the store. She quickly mashed the peeled eggs with a potato masher, with her left hand cradling her belly while she did so. She then dumped the full jar of mayonnaise into the pot and mixed it up with a serving spoon. She added some pepper to taste and carried her pot and her pet's bowl into the other room to watch tv. Bulma sat her chubby ass down and called out to her pet before messily stuffing her face with egg salad,"Chi Chi! Breakfast is ready! I made your favorite!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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