The small passage of Trees

THE SMALL PASSAGE OF TREES

This is a story about a woman named Rebecca. She’s 26 and is doing quite well for herself. Money was never a problem and she lives on her own. She’s currently single and works at Microsoft as a high raking executive. Again she is doing very well for her age. She is 5’3 and weights 112 pounds; she goes to a gym and keeps herself fit and in shape.


It was a cool and breezy winter morning and the highway was blocked up for miles. The road was dimly lit by the faint presence of the winter sun. And I had been complaining for the majority of the ride. I was stuck on a busy highway on a very important day. Today, and only today, higher class CEOs would be coming to evaluate our work so far in Microsoft’s latest projects. I knew one thing was defiant in my mind. I would be there on time. But then again another thing was quite apparent to me, that this traffic jam wasn’t moving any time soon.

I was constantly beeping and honking, I knew it wouldn’t clean the car wreck 3 miles ahead, and I knew I wouldn’t make the car drivers any faster but I was flustered and annoyed. Today was cold and I disliked the cold very, very much.

Another 15 minutes go by and the line of backup cars starts to move and gain a significant distance in about 5 minutes. I was finally cheering up and smiling. Then suddenly and rather abruptly the large line halted. It flat out stopped, dead in its tracks. I rested my droopy head on the steering wheel and felt the warmth of my breath touch my ice cold hands. It all felt quite hopeless to me at this point. I would never make it to the office in time, and at this point I felt like walking the rest of the way, the rest of the way, in this cold winter wind. I lifted my heavy head up and looked at my surroundings. I had changed lanes and was now next to some woods.

I looked at the trees. There was a small passage. It was hardly a passage, and much less of a road. There was a small opening I the cluster of dense trees. It was worn out slightly and two sets of tracks were worn into the frozen dirt, and from the looks of it the tracks were made by previous tires.

I though to myself, should I take the rough passage. I didn’t know were the road led to and it might take me straight home. However this road wasn’t moving at all, but I if waited here it could pick up. I knew that it wouldn’t move but I also thought that I had the worst luck in the world; I knew that once I moved from my spot and headed down that lane the cars would be cleaned up and the line would move twice as fast as it normally would. I just knew it, I had such bad luck.

I unruffled the collar on my white button down shirt, and I looked at the thin green vertical lines going down it. I rubbed my thighs and sighed. Then as if a bolt of lightning hit me, I smack my thighs and took a sharp left; into the small passage of trees.

I drove through the dead branches and the musty leaves; even though there were hardly any leaves left. The passage seemed to go on forever. I took some turns and some winding swerves. I felt pretty scared and trapped in my little car in these big woods. But then, and much to my delight, the trees seemed to separate and pan out, and I was able to make out some sun light and then…then…YES. My tires traveled over the last of the dirt and came out into a nice sunny road. And the dirty road was connected to more of the highway. But it was a stretch of the highway I wasn’t familiar with; I drove on with a fearless sense. Truthfully I was very happy to be out of the tight forest, I was beginning to feel a little claustrophobic. The highway had some cars and was moving fast. I looked at there license plates and they said New Jersey. I was happy that I didn’t leave state or something so crazy.

I went with the flow and was on the look out for any stores I could stop at to ask for directions. I drove slowly for about a mile in a half when I spotted a small Donut shop, the sign read Deluxe Donuts. I pulled into the parking lot and parked my car. I had the heat blazing and when I stepped out with just a low ridding button down top, and white slacks the winter wind hit me like a freight train on steroids. I slowly tip–toed to the front door and opened the cold handle slowly. The store was empty with the exception of the cashier. I walked in and heard the bell on the door handle ring. I never did like when people did that, I thought of it as corny and annoying but at this point I was happy to be out of my car.

I had been driving for 2 hours and was late for work. Work started at 10:00 and it was 10:38.

--Hello

The cashier greeted me.

She looked about my age, maybe a year or two younger. Her face was round and chubby but she looked very well proportioned. I walked to the counter not answering. I was to busy looking at all the pictures and adds on the wall. The donuts looked so tempting and tasty. The were glazed and shiny, but I knew all of that glaze was sugar and calories.

BUT it looked so tempting and yummy. I hadn’t had a treat in weeks; I contemplated if I should buy a donut. I was on a strict diet. I was a woman who, if I had so much as a slice of cake I would balloon up, and my belly would become bloated. That’s were most of my fat gathered. My metabolism was very slow. As a child I was chunky and up until high school I had ‘baby fat’. At least that’s what my parent said was my reason for me being chunky. I was never obese or extremely heavy but I was always carrying a little extra weight around my belly and mid-section. Those days I was constantly indulging my self; my parents let me eat what ever I wanted. My dad, mom and sister are all chunky. I remember at school I would get in eating contests and see who could eat the most pizza slices in one sitting. Back then it was funny when you could eat a double cheese burger in three mouthfuls...

Then when I started High School I got wise and started to work out and eat less sweats. And ever since then I had been struggling to keep my weight down. My peak weight was around 140 and 150. I always would jump off the scale before the dial haulted.

But here and now I was tired and sleepy. I had skipped breakfast in the rush to work and needed a bit to eat. The cashier spoke again.

--Hello, may I help you? -- I came to my senses and answered politely.

--Oh hi, um yes. I’d like one...no.

I thought for a moment. I was really hungry and my strict diet didn’t let me even sniff a chocolate bar, and here and now I was ordering a donut. I took a deep breath, felt my flat tummy and proudly stated.

--No, actually 2 chocolate donuts.

I was about to kick myself in the pants when I said chocolate but I felt after all of my training I deserved a treat. And besides I could just do an extra sit-up or two.

--Okay will that be all?

The cashier kindly added. At this point I wanted to kill her for tempting me again. But I kindly declined.

--Yes that’s all.

--Okay, just take a seat and I’ll bring it to you.

--Okay.

I noted. I was about to say the meal was ‘to go’, but in thought my to my self… where am I going? I’ll ask for directions after my meal. And besides at least I wasn’t stuck in the middle of nowhere.

The cashier slowly walked over to me with the tray holding my food. She came over slowly and plopped it down in front of. I looked at it funny.

--Um, excuse me but their 3 donuts and a small coffee on my tray. I only paid for 2 donuts…

--Oh didn’t you see the sign?” She asked as if there weren't about 10 diffrent signs all over the place.

--What sign?

--It's our 2 for 3 special, order 2 donuts get another one free.

--What about the coffee?

The cashier smiled and blushed.

--I was just in a good mood.

--Oh thanks

I answered in monotone. I was actually happy she had brought me three. I was pretty hungry and I needed the coffee to wash it all down. As she walked away I called out to her:

--Never mind, it’s okay.

She had disappeared into the back. I sniffed the sweet air, boy do I suddenly feel very famished… I dug heavily into my black leather bag for my work files. Perhaps I could look over them as I ate. Normally when I open my bag a rush of leather smells come out and jab me in the face, but this time all I smelt was the sweet smell of the icing on the donuts. I pulled them out and laid them flat on the table. I finally started on one of my donuts

--Mmm, that’s very good.

I leaned back and started to chew on the soft donut. After that I just slowly munched on the two treats and completely ignored the documents, it was virtually impossible not to eat the donuts. BOY they were they rich! Then…

In despite of my rationality and things I was taught I ordered another donut. I dug into it passionately, unlike any other food I have ever eaten before. After the ‘feast’ I laid back and noticed a small, small bulge by the top of my shirt, a bulge only a woman would notice.

Frightened? No. Happy? No. When I saw it I didn’t freak out like I normally would; now I just disregarded it, paid and left the place. As I left I noticed that the cashier was digging into a box of Munchkins; popping one into her mouth at a time. One after another disappeared right before my eyes, and I must admit that I was a bit jealous.

I ended up forgetting to ask for directions but I managed to get home. It did take me a while and when I arrived home it was already dark. When I pulled into my drive way and opened the door to my house I immediately sat down on my couch. Cringing at the pain in my stomach, after those two donuts I had nothing to eat… I needed something fast!

Immediately I stormed through the cupboards and checked the fridge…nothing! Except for a little of the devil’s food…PASTA.

--Hmmph

My sister had recently spent the night and we went to a restaurant. We ordered the ‘Five Pound Pasta Platter’ for both of us and we hardly finished an eighth of it. She left it at my place and it’s been sitting in my fridge ever since. It was handsome, I must say, and it seemed creamy (only a day old). So again against my better judgment I sat my butt on my couch and started to eat it. Not even caring about what else was happening around me.

--Much much (hic) slurp…

Boy was it good and sooo creamy

--Chomp chomp gulp (hic) gulp

It was a rather large plate, and normally I could never finish something this big but it was so incredibly tasty and I was so incredibly hungry.

I stopped half way and opened up a can of soda (drinking it in mere seconds). Wow even the soda tasted better right now! As I continued so did my cravings. Before I knew it half of the platter was gone! I set the plate down on my coffee table and reclined back in my couch. Breathing heavily and suddenly noticing how much my pants were cutting into my new belly!

--Ouch

I rubbed my tiny tummy gingerly; it was a sight I had never seen before. It looked like I had swallowed half of a bowling ball. As my breathing slowed I was forced to undo the button on my pants, the pain was too great…

I looked down at myself, my bloated self…

--Look at what a cow I’ve become! Just not having lunch doesn’t give me an excuse to act like a whale.

I couldn’t really scold at myself that much because the scent of the pasta graced the tip of my nose and sent a shiver up my spine. I looked down at the half-eaten pasta dish…


--Well if I store it any longer it may go bad…







Part 2


The night finished quickly after I finished the platter. And yes, I ate the entire thing…

The next morning was pure hell, I woke up with a stomach ache and a killer had head ache. I called in sick and slept till 11:30.

Today was drizzly, damp, and cold. Not a day to go outside, nope not at all. I was still feeling the effect of the pasta, every noodle of it.

--Aaaa

My stomach ache was the worse of the two, and no matter what I took it didn’t seem to go away. I was bloated considerably but I thought I would just work it off later. I would defiantly hate myself for that. I looked to pour myself a nice protein shake and maybe eat a bowl of Special K.

I looked through my cup bards but there was no cereal, milk yes, cereal no.
In fact there was nothing eatable in the whole house, the pasta is the only thing, well, ‘was’ the only thing. I couldn’t skip breakfast so I drove down to I-Hop. My sister had raved about there breakfasts. Of course I didn’t prepare on ordering any of it until I arrived.


As I entered (like the donut shop) grand smells of syrup, bacon, pancakes, and eggs entered my nostrils. Waiters and waitresses whizzed past me caring large plates of any breakfast I could think of. In a matter of minutes the idea of ordering cereal was long forgotten and the Rebecca from my childhood came out…

I was seated quickly, and no sooner that I had been seated I was informed that it was Buffet Wednesday! At first I really didn’t like the sound of that, in fact I really shouldn’t have even been there. However no sooner had I vowed not to touch a single egg I was at the buffet table choosing what to get.

I felt so different, different from my self, normally I would never have stepped foot in this place but here I was at its buffet table. For my first course I grabbed a lone piece of French toast and steered clear of the eggs and pancakes.

I sat down with my French toast and ate. It was wet but not soggy, buttery, and drowning in syrup. I ate each bite carefully, savoring the buttery goodness.

--Ooohoo

I moaned quietly, thinking to myself I must have sounded very silly. But it was just that GOOD!

Before I knew it a large buffet of my own was piling in front of me, omelets of all sort “magically” went from the buffet to my table and ultimately to my mouth…

The waiters took a plate away every time I finished one so I couldn’t count. I assumed I was on my fifth dish, and by then I had no control over myself. On this dish were four buttery pancakes with about two scoops of vanilla ice cream on top.

--Munch munch (hic) Oops

I burped quietly, but everyone seemed to notice. Everyone seemed to notice everything about me actually. I was probably the only on who weighed less then 200lbs in the restaurant, even the waiters were fat, and every time they would come around to get my plate they would smile at me, there smile would get bigger every time they saw a new dish on my table.

After a little more buttered rolls and a heavenly amount of bacon I sat back satisfied. I rubbed my tummy and paid. As soon as I sat in my car I felt my tight tummy pressing up against the waist band of my sweats and sighed. These pants were new and my tummy was already making me feel uncomfortable.

--20 years of eating right and not pigging out, and looked were it’s gotten me!

I sighed, loosened my belt and drove home. The rest of the day went by rather fast, for lunch I had a salad; and for dinner some fish and rice for protein.



That night I had a crazy dream. I was in a dinner sitting across from a blonde haired woman who was easily 200lbs. A large milkshake was in front of me and her. Empty glass surrounded us. A loud crowd was cheering next to us.

--Chug chug chug!

--Eat eat eat!

I looked around and a felt myself. I too was also at least 200lbs! My belly was wide and was spread across my wide new hips. My jeans were undone and my belly made my shirt ride up under my full breasts. A plate of cheese burgers accompanied the milkshakes.

Suddenly someone slapped my one the back.

--Come on finish the burger, you almost beat her! Come on!

Then it hit me! I felt just like I did when I was at school doing eating contests!
I quickly scarfed down the burger in front of me out of pure instinct.

Then every one became quite. Some one spoke up.

--Okay round two has ended. Last round, round three starts in Five – Four –Three

Someone put about 10 more cheese burgers I front of me an 3 huge glasses of milkshakes.

--GO!

Instantly I started to gorge myself, rubbing my swollen belly in one hand and eating with the next. BAM!!!

I woke up. My buzzer was going off and I was in a hot sweat. I shut it off.

---Ahh huff huff

I wipe the perspiration of my head and got out of bed. I had to get ready for work!
I undressed and took a pause. I put up my pants and realized that I couldn’t button them fully! I tried some of my skirts, I couldn’t zipper them all the way!

I looked in the mirror, and sure enough my worst fears had came true. I was still fit but instead of a lean stomach was a small pot belly sticking out! It was small but big enough that I couldn’t wear any pair of work pants comfortably.

I walked to the bathroom and hoped on the scale. I anxiously waited as the dial came to a halt… 100 - 120 – 113 – 118 – the dial rested on 115. A gain of three pounds, in two days!

--What?!? This has to be wrong. Who gains three pounds in two days!

I jumped off furiously and hoped back on. And again it landed directly over 115. I trotted back to my bedroom and dug through my closet for a box I hoped I would never have to open, again.

In the dark red box were three pairs of stretch pants, one black one white, and an extra stretchy black pair.

--Gosh darn my stinking metabolism! I should have exercised!

It was true I neglected my exercises when I should have been doing extra.

--Well that’s what I get (sigh).

I through on the small black pair and a tight pink and white blouse.





Part 3

I arrived at work feeling disappointed in myself. I was not scolded for missing work because I’m almost always on time and present. I ended up squeezing into my favorite pair of white pants. The stretch pants would be to noticeable however it wasn’t easy squeezing into these pants; they were tight before I gained the weight!

When I got them up to my waist without buttoning them a small bulge formed over them, small but a bulge. I sucked in my gut and zippered um’ up, and I went to work smiling, thinking that was the worst of my day. Nope, it was about to get much worse…

I was typing away in the office along side my co workers just when Lisa entered the room. Lisa was my best friend and we were always there for each other. She was a bigger health nut then I was, but still in all we had almost the same body type. She had wider hips but with all the work outs she did they looked fabulous and she also had silky reddish hair that always smelt good.

In her hand was a familiar box, it was the box from Deluxe Donuts!

--Hey, sorry I’m late everyone. Guess what I got lost on my way to work but I stumbled across a sensational donut place!

She placed the box on the table.

--Here everyone try one.

I was astonished! This wasn’t like her at all, donuts weren’t in her vocabulary. Let alone a dozen! Something was defiantly wrong. I waved to her gave her the three finger sign. We used this sign to tell the other one to go to the bathroom. We used this when we were at boring meetings and we wanted to talk.

She immediately headed out the door and I followed closely. We entered the clean empty bathroom.

--What’s up with the donuts?

--What do you mean?

Her voice sounded fake.

--Come on, what’s wrong?

Immediately she buried her hands into her face and started to sob. I lead her down onto a seat.

--You can tell me, what’s wrong. Come on Lisa.

--No…

--Come on. We’ve always been there for each other. What’s wrong, family, boy friend?

--MMmhhhhmm It’s Roy. (sob)

Roy was her boy friend. He was cruel and mistreated her. Nothing physical but I thought that he took Lisa, a beautiful girl like Lisa, for granted. I’ve been telling her to break up with him lately but she refused.

--Tell me about Roy Lisa. Come on, you can tell me.

I was talking very slow and soft. I wished for Lisa to calm down.

--He broke up with me…(sob) he said I was fat! (sob sob sob)

She cried harder and turned away.

--No, no he’s wrong your not fat.

--I know! That’s why (sob) I hate him! Well since I’m such a “fatty” maybe I should just keep getting fatter right?!?!

She said this half confused. But I continued to comfort her.

--So I brought in some food for the co workers (sob).
Eventually she calmed down and we walked out of the room. Lisa had stopped crying and we were on our way back. All women eat after a break up so I figured this would pass like normally. As side from that, when I returned to the office room the 4 Co workers had finished the dozen donuts off. Harry the chief spoke up.

--Boy Rebecca you should have had one of these, they were awesome!

Some other co worker chimed in.

--Yeah, Lisa bring in three dozen tomorrow!

Someone shouted out. –Four even!

I was astonished; my co workers were suddenly pigs! Gosh what has happened to me, Lisa, and my co workers! (Sigh)

After that the day moved on rather quickly. After work Lisa walked over to me.

--Hey Rebecca could you well, since I’m so fat and all, maybe go to McDonald’s with me. Just to talk for a second?

--Sure

I just had to be there for her. So we arrived at McDonald’s and went through the drive through. I looked at Lisa in an unsure manor. I couldn’t believe she was doing this, and that I was helping her!

--So what do you want Lisa?

She leaned forward, ignoring me.

--Hi, I’d like 3 Whoppers and a Biggie fires with a large strawberry milkshake please!

I chimed in.

--Also one small double cheese burger.

Lisa yelled once more.

--Wait I want 4 Whoppers not 3 and make them all doubles! Please!

She sounded so cheerful. Sometimes I wish that I could just eat and not care (sigh).

I drove around and picked up the order and paid. Instantly Lisa dove into the bag like a 9 year old on Halloween. She started to eat her fries, jamming a handful at a time. I watched the grease from the fries drip down her arm in pure jealousy. Then she ravenously started eating her burgers and slurping her milkshake.

She guzzled them both down quickly along with her fries and burgers. I slowly watched in envy as I slowly ate my ‘puny’ burger. Lisa was a mess, her hands were grease and ketchup was on her chin. She would eat the burgers so quickly and pig like. I couldn’t help but laugh some of the times.

When she was done she groaned loudly and rubbed her swollen gut. It really was a lot for such a fit woman to eat. Her large belly stuck out far and was very prominent.

--DO you mind if I undo my pants? Please, it really hurts…

Like any true friend would I said yes. She struggled slightly and as she undid the button her belly pushed down the zipper.

--Awww(hic) that was heaven…oohhhh

She rubbed her tight belly like a pet. I almost crashed the car every time she groaned. I looked at her swollen gut, bulging out of her pants. And I was JEALOUSE!

--Woah, I can’t wait to eat (hic) like that… again

She crammed some more of her burger in her mouth; she was a loud chewer, which made me more jealous which every bite she took.

--Much much (hic) Woah *licks ketchup on lips*

Under her seat belt she looked like a marsh mellow with a rubber band around it. But a happy marsh mellow, a very happy one. She groaned and moaned the rest of the car ride. Constantly telling me how good it felt to eat this way. And all I could say was “Yeah” and “Okay”. I felt dumb around Lisa, but mostly jealous.



Part 4

By the time I dropped Lisa off at her house I was filled with jealously and envy. I drove right around and ordered the same thing plus one more burger. I drove home fast and in a rapid rage. Not touching a thing until I got home. I carried it all up to my bed room and sloppily laid it on my bed sheets. I didn’t change or undress. I unwrapped everything and pulled out a new gallon of ice cream in my fridge. I was ready, ready to let all restraints out.

I scooped up a big spoonful of the cold ice cream and ate it, then I started on all the fast food I was stocked up on.

--Yum, mmm. Tasty

Everything was delicious, and irresistible. The gallon of ice cream was going down fast and the Whoppers, oh the Whoppers. They were so greasy and filling. In fact everything was very filling and about half way through the ice cream and starting my forth Whopper I stopped abruptly. My belly was stretched tight and my ttiigghhtt pants were really cutting into my waist. I was forced to unsnap them and the zipper came down all on its own.

At this point I realized how much I really had eaten. This really was a lot for me, especially me; but my inner hunger was unleashed. I looked down at my tight stomach and rubbed it slowly, calmly, and I fed myself more food. I rubbed and ate like it was a routine and sure enough 15 minutes later every thing was gone. Finished. Devoured.

I was stuffed, bloated and satisfied. I felt so tight and full it hurt to move, the food I had eaten must have stretched my tame stomach much farther than it’s ever ventured. I felt my belly and it was still ‘small’ but far from the ‘cute pot belly’ I had this morning.

I fell asleep slowly, surrounded by a massive bed-full of food. The next morning, I sat on the side of my bed and started to rub my huge belly. It seemed that it had gotten even bigger. I undressed and went to the bathroom scale. I stepped on it not expecting what to see.

The dial whizzed every wear but then softly landed on 124! WOW my metabolism is so slow. I didn’t really care though, partly because my belly was screaming for breakfast. I pulled out a hot pink pair of pants and tried to slip into them. Well ‘slip’ was a thing of the past; I held in my belly and pulled the pants up with great force. I slowly inched the zipper closer to the button.

I was whimpering slightly but putting pain aside I put the pants on.

Whoa, my belly seemed so big, my little love handles were starting to form. Well I guess I can’t help it (Actually I can but…) oh well. I wondered were I should eat then I decided I should drive back to Deluxe Donuts!

Yeah, I’ll go and say hi to…well I don’t know what the cashier’s name was; I’ll just have to find out.

So I drove down to the store, my seat belt cutting into my belly the whole wile.

--Hey! I greeted the same cashier happily.

--Oh hi. I’m Susan. Hey didn’t I see you before, the face rings a bell.

--Yup, I was here a couple of days ago. I’m Rebecca.

Already I was almost drooling from the heavenly aromas coming from the donuts. I had completely forgotten the joy I received from being here.

--OH, yeah I remember you, the lost business lady.

--Yup, that’s me.

--Oh, well Hi Rebecca, can I get you anything?

--Sure, Susan what do you recommend?

--Haha, well I’m not sure, everything is really, really good.

Susan lightly patted her tummy and grinned.

--Haha, well than I’ll take a dozen of… surprise me!

--Okay sure!

Susan walked off, her slightly bigger butt, staining the tight jeans with every step. I was slightly jealous. She walked behind the counter and grabbed a box and loaded it with donuts.

--Here you go! Hey you mind if I sit with you. Buisness gets boring around here sometimes.

I answered cheerfully. I was already scarfing down my first donut.

--Yes!

After my first donut my appetite surged an I became very greedy and held a donuts in each hand. I licked my fingers contently.

---Wow so you really like our donuts! Me too., after my first éclair I couldn’t stop eating them.

--Yes yummmm. Soo delicouse, how do you do it!

I was atonded at my greediness, I had about three donuts left and it took me about 3 minutes to eat 9 donuts!

--Hey you know what? I’ll get you another box on the house!

--Are you serious?!? Thanks so much!

I was still extremely hungry after 12 donuts! I had become so gluttoness! I lifted up my tight shirt and saw my new belly was beginning to grow larger, straining the button of my pants. I just had to undo them, I heard some threads rip and undid it quickly. My belly pushing the zipper down by it’s self.

--I’ve had that trouble sometimes also!

I just noticed that Susan was hovering over me holding 2 boxes of donuts!
She placed them on the table and sat down. She continued.

--Yup, that happens to me sometimes!

She had a huge grin on her face as she opened one of the boxes and began munching on a donut. I decided to give in, through away all diets, and eat to my hearts content; rather my bellies content!

--Much much (hic) chew

We were absolutely gorging ourselves on high fat donuts! And it felt awesome! Susan constantly was going up and down running to get more donuts for us to feast on! I noticed that she to had undone her jeans and when she would get up the back of her jeans seemed like they would surely rip.

Eventually we ‘migrated’ closer and closer to the counter until we were sitting behind the counter just reaching up when ever we wanted another donut.

---Urp, I’m soo full how about you Susan?

I rubbed my extremely bloated tummy; I had rolled my pants down to my low thighs just to make room for it…

---Yup

It was hardly a ‘yup’ more of a nod though. Then something very unexpected happened. Susan leaned over to me and put a donut in my open mouth and rubbed my belly.

--Wow so full and tight…

Susan cooed softly and I chewed obediently. I didn’t know what was happening, it all happened so fast! Before I knew it I had finished the donut and a huge éclair was approaching my eager mouth. Susan was still stroking my stuffed tummy.
--Mmmmm oohhhh! OOhhh!

I moaned out of instinct the heavenly éclair combines with Susan’s delicate touch was to overwhelming… I hardly remember a thing, but Susan kept a constant flow of donut in my greedy mouth. I lay there helpless yet fully capable. I was so full. My belly seemed so huge compared to this morning, I could hardly move; it was so swollen and stiff.

I remember my pants feeling extremely tight, my new love handles pouring over the sides and my chunkier butt screaming to come out of them. I remember begging Susan to unbutton my shirt a little bit, not enough to show my breast but so my belly could fully be set free. I was fed for another hour or so, I really can’t remember every donut was like another blessing….

--You like this don’t you…mmmmm swallow every morsel.

The way she massaged my huge belly was so exotic, it made me even hungrier. All I did was nod and swallow. Sometimes I would close my mouth in rejection but she would rub my gorged belly softly and whisper to me.

--Are you sure you can’t fit one more donut?

She sounded so seductive as she cooed this over and over again, and if this didn’t work she would hold the donut close to my mouth and lightly nudge it against my tender lips…

And at this point my mouth was watering and at this point I was to obedient to not open my mouth. And to be honest, every word she whispered was the truth, my belly was hungry and longed for a donut even after it had been packed so tightly…

However I remember feeling my panties start to tear in the back and I begged for Susan to stop. Reluctantly she stopped. She smiled and sipped her coffee. Her belly was also very big; her unzipped jeans were down to her knees. Her belly was so big, her tight shirt was caught between her large breast and her round belly, and her apron sat on the floor. Susan and I were breathing heavily and I wiped a bead of sweat off of my forehead…

I’m not sure what exactly happened after that but I remember rubbing my belly driving home. I drove home with out my pants on and my shirt was completely unbuttoned, I wasn’t wearing my seat belt, it was too tight.

I was driving home fast and prayed that I wouldn’t be pulled over; O what a scene would have happened had a cop pulled me over. No seat belt, no pants, huge belly, unbuttoned shirt, and sweating all over the place. I arrived home without any incident luckily…


Part 5




I got home and took a deserving nap. I woke up a few hours later, it was 3pm. Wow I slept for a while I got home at like 11. Oh well. I stood up and noticed my clothe were still on, my tight, tight clothes. I looked down at my belly; it had gotten so distinct and prominent. I jiggled it with my hands, it wasn’t bloated or tight anymore which meant my entire belly was pure belly, not food.

I checked my answering machine and guess what! It had two messages from Susan, I listened to them and I knew it was her! I don’t even remember giving her my number! I listened to them.

--Hey, Rebecca just calling to see how you were after our…..umm after today. Okay my number is 888- 012- 3827. Call me when you get a chance. BEEP.

Okay next message.

--Hey Rebecca, it’s me sorry but I hope you get this before 4 o’clock because I need to see you! Okay I really need to see you bye. Be there at 4 I hope it’s not an inconvenience. Bye

‘Inconvenience’! As soon as I listened to the message I was immediately excited, I was filled with anticipation and suspense! What she would do I had no idea! I didn’t know what to do or wear! Should I answer the door naked? I didn’t even know what she wanted….I didn’t dare call her back.

I changed into an old pair of stretchy jeans I had in the back of my closet, and I put a tight polo on over it. I looked in the mirror, admiring my new belly, so round, flabby, my soft love handles pushed the side of the shirt out. I got very ‘excited’ just thinking about myself and my new curvy body. My legs had filled out, my arms and face had become quite plump, my butt stuck out and my hips were wider. However my belly had become nice and round, plump and soft. It was pushing my jeans tight around my waist.

Just then I heard a knock on my door. I checked my watch, it was 3:30! Slowly the door opened and ............to be continued