Chapter 4 - i gained how much?!

Thankfully, I didn't run into anyone on my way home. I went straight to the bathroom. I wasn't in nearly as much pain as I'd been earlier, but I still felt uncomfortably stuffed to the brim. My god, why did I eat that much?? I stepped on the scale, curious to see if I could tell how much candy I'd eaten.

Oh...

Um.

That can't be right...

I'm still holding my purse, that must be it. I put my purse on the ground and stepped back on the scale.

Huh...

Still not satisfied with the accuracy of the number on the scale, I thought it best to remove my clothing. My crop top was difficult to remove, but I managed to take it off without ripping it. My shorts were still extremely tight, so it took some effort to suck in my gut and undo the button. However, as soon as the button was free, the zipper flew open and my belly flopped out.

That was a tremendous release of pressure. It felt so good, I couldn't help but throw my head back and make an audible sigh of pleasure. I stepped onto the scale again and looked down for the number.

OH shit.

That's where the extra pounds were coming from.

My pants must have been pretty strong to contain my belly, as without them, I couldn't see the number on the scale!

How an I supposed to know how much I gained now? I tried sucking in, but god knows that's not much help. I tried leaning back, but that just made me loose my balance. I tried using my hands to squish the new fat back against my body... that kind of works.

Oh my god. 175! That's impossible! There's no way I could have eaten 15 pounds of candy! ...is there?

No way... this is ridiculous. I'll just go back tomorrow and talk to the man; he should have some answers for me. I should probably bring a friend for backup, too. This is surreal.

I stepped off the scale, feeling the 15 new pounds of fat jiggle as I did. I gathered my clothes and walked to my room. No point putting anything on; way too much effort and WAY too tight! I looked at my stomach again. GOD! You can see it ripple each step I take! It feels so heavy and dense. This is all very new and uninvited, but I can't help feeling a bit turned on by my massive wobbly belly.

In my room, I put on the loosest pajamas I own. Looking in the mirror, I see that even with the loose clothes, I have a substantial amount of tummy skin showing and a noticeable muffin top.

I poke it and ZING I get this amazing feeling. Woah, what the hell? I almost jump back in surprise. Curious, I poke it again, harder. ZING! Oh wow, okay. This is weird. I grab my belly with two hands and shake it and OOOOOHHH gosh. It feels amazing. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something about the unparalleled soft, squishy layer of fat and the soccer ball - like hard center full of sugar was... erotic? That might not be the right word, but WOW.


I went to my bed and laid down. I felt a big SLOSH of all the food inside me as I did so. I put my hands around my gut again and looked down at it. It fit perfectly in my two hands. I squeezed it and little deposits of cellulite could be seen.

Whatever I should go to sleep.