Chapter 3

The girl stood helplessly while her boyfriend pressed deeply into her big belly and his sister strained to close the gap between the button and buttonhole. Despite their best efforts, there was no way the shorts were going to close, and everyone knew it.

His sister let go of the shorts which clung tightly to the plumps girl's doughy figure despite her belly surging forward.

I think we'd better show Mother the progress you've made

Their mother loved to cook and insisted on feeding and feeding everyone until they were stuffed to the brim. At least that's what she had been told initially, when she was thinner. She only began to realize that she was the only one who was incessantly fed and fed until near bursting when she went over for dinner, and by now it was too late - they had already turned her into and overfed butterball.

"I'll head over to Mother's now to get cooking. Make sure your little treat guzzler is dressed in something more...appropriate" her eyes motioned down towards the fat girls round exposed belly.

"I'll tell Mother to expect you in about an hour"

His thin blonde sister walked out of the room, leaving the plump girl and her boyfriend alone, with her overstuffed stomach sticking out in between them.

He place a hand on either side of her belly and gently pressed in, as if assessing how much of her belly size was due to the inches of blubber she has acquired or due to the immense amount of food he had stuffed into her prior to his sister's visit.

"You know, it's just because my family cares about you and wants to make sure you're nice and well-fed." His fingertips slowly and gingerly pressing into her rounded sides.

"It breaks my mother's heart that you grew up in a home without enough food, she just wants to make sure you never have to worry like that again!"

"I know, I know," the fat girl agreed, contritely. "I just wish your sister wasn't so... mean about my weight gain when she knows that I'm just trying to make sure your mother knows I appreciate her cooking."

He smiled gently, his hands still on her belly, "Oh believe me." he said, gently wobbling her belly, "she knows."

"Well, I do have another problem which is that none of my old "leaving the house" clothes fit me anymore - I don't want to go over looking like a total slob."

He walked over to the closet and picked out a black jumpsuit that had fit her about 25 pounds ago.

"What about this? I know you're self-conscious about your belly, but black is slimming isn't it?"

She reached out and grabbed the belt - the same belt he had squeezed her into while she was sleeping.

"There is no way this is going to fit around my belly -let alone if I'm eating dinner at your mother's!"

"So just wear it without the belt!"

"The belt isn't the only things that is going to be extremely tight - " he cut her off

"It's got plenty of stretch, look!" he began spreading the fabric repeatedly.

"Ok fine." she gave in. She would be comfortable; she had to remind herself she didn't need to feel self-conscious about her plump figure around his family.

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The girl touched up her hair and makeup and put on the jumpsuit last, because she knew that despite his protests, that it would be far too tight on her - especially her round tummy.

She put it on and was relieved at how comfortable it was, it had plenty of stretch all over. The one exception was the waistband where the belt had been, there was a smaller seam right around the mid section where the belt loops were that dug into her belly fat several inches.
Nonetheless, she was comfortable. She doubted she looked slimmed down with her belly fat popping out like biscuit dough, but that didn't matter.
He seemed to like her the more and more his mother liked her, and winning his mother's approval meant eating everything she made for her.

"Ok, I'm ready to go!"

His eyes immediately went to her enormous belly -- two thick round rolls of pure blubber popping out so far that the seam from the waistband was invisible even when she was standing. The fabric clung to her swollen midsection. It was so tight in some areas the pressure prevented the fat from wobbling, instead it was gently compressed and held into place by the fabric which strained to contain all of her belly fat.

On the drive over, she noticed him stealing little glances at the pressed out rolls of belly fat as they wobbled from driving over hills and potholes. More than one time he rested his hand on the lower roll, which was particularly doughy and gelatinous due to being pressed out, to stop it from quivering as he drove. Feeling it wobble against his palm with each subtle movement of the car made him smirk happily.

All of the extra calories she'd been eating each day truly had turned her into a perfectly round and plump butterball.

He imagined what the ride home would be like and smiled even wider.

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When they pulled into his mother's drive way, the dough girl noticed 2-3 other cars in the driveway.

"Oh, I though we were just having dinner with your sister and mom?"

"We are, there are just some old family friends who are in town. They are going to join us for appetizers before they leave for the airport."

The plumped up girl felt a little sheepish about having worn something that showed off her gluttony so plainly, especially in front of strangers, but at this point she didn't have much of a choice so she hoped the idea of the black jumpsuit being slimming would work.

As soon as they walked in the door, she noticed everyone gathered in the foyer of the home, as if they had been anticipating their arrival.

There were 7 people total, excluding her and her boyfriend. Two of them she knew, they were his mother and sister, and the other five were strangers to her, but clearly not to anyone else.

Their mother spoke first:

"Hello! Perfect timing. We were just switching rooms to enjoy some drinks and appetizers. Let's all head into the parlor!"

She began ushering the other guests in the direction of the parlor but hung back to welcome her son and his girlfriend, who was looked like an overstuffed sausage.

The mother immediately placed her hand on the fattened girl's prominent lower belly roll, gently squeezing it.

"I hope you're hungry my dear! I have made all your favorites."]

She begin softly pinching the fat girl's perfectly rounded lower belly roll.

"I see my son has been keeping you nice and well fed too, hmmm?"

His mother lingered a little too long on her lower belly than the fattened girl thought was normal, but before she could even have a second thought, his mother turned to the guests and shouted,

"Now let's eat eat eat! I've been slaving away in the kitchen all day!"

The smells of all her favorite foods filled her nose as she entered the parlor.

Laid out before her was an enormous spread of food, most of them rich and fried. Far too much food for the group of them.

Although her belly was still full from what she had eaten earlier, it *had* been awhile since she had eaten and she didn't want to appear rude, so she enthusiastically piled generous portions of everything onto a plate.

She sat on a nearby chair and gleefully began guzzling down the rich, fattening food. Just as she was finishing her first plate, his mother handed her another completely full one.

"Eat eat eat! We have plenty!"

Everything tasted so delicious, it wasn't until she was nearly finished with her second plate of food that she realized no one else was eating besides her. Even stranger, everyone in the room watched her as she ate eagerly, as if the more the more gluttonous she was, the more excited they became.

It was when she we was given a third full plate that she decided to say something

"Isn't anyone else going to eat?"

The third full plate was placed in front of her.

"Of course we are, we just want to make sure you get you full first. You know how important it is to us that you are nice and well-fed." his mother smiled.


"Well, everything is so delicious, but I think I'm just about full, so everyone else can dig in!" she said, expecting the guests to move into action toward elaborate spread.

"Nonsense" the Mother insisted I told you I made all your favorites for YOU." she pressed her long, bony finger into the round girls lower belly roll slowly and deliberately, several times, as if testing how fat she had become.
She then moved to the upper belly roll which had decidedly less give.

She could tell the girl would benefit from a short feeding break. She knew that the key to growing a person fatter and fatter was to feed them just until the point of discomfort but not beyond, and often. Then their belly will swell and they will associate it with warmth, safety and comfort each time.

"Well, if you insist on a food break, we might as well take this time to do some measurements of you." the Mother said, nodding to her son.

"And for god's sake will you cut open that jumpsuit so her belly can plump out nice and round? It breaks my heart to see all of those over-nourished fat cells are being compressed and squeezed. I want them to spring forward into a quivering ball of Jell-O."

Before the fattened girl realized what was happening, her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair she was sitting in. As instructed by his Mother, he approached her with a pair of scissors and cut the elastic waistband seam of the jumpsuit.

Her belly sprang forward quickly like biscuit dough being released from a can, the guests all flinched and then chuckled with relief as they watched her belly wobble.

"What's happening to me, what are you doing?"

Her boyfriend rested his hand on her round belly and whispered reassuringly, "My Mother just wants to measure you to make sure you're eating well enough, that's all. You know she is a retired doctor, it's really important to her that you are gaining weight and staying well-fed. Our family friends are doctors too, it's not big deal just think of it as a physical from a bunch of really prestigious doctors all for free!"

"I appreciate it but I really don't - "

"Please, it'll really help make sure she knows you appreciate all the cooking she does for you."

"Oh....ok ..but why did you have to tie me to the chair?

"It's just for a few minutes to make sure the accuracy of the measurements. If you're able to move around too much, it will be hard for all the different measurements to be consistent.

Confused, but helpless at this point, the girl gave in. It was no use hiding her gluttony, everyone could see the size and shape of her belly. And, maybe if the other doctors agreed she had been overfed, her boyfriend and his mother and sister would stop stuffing her.

He turned to his mother and the guests. "She's ready!"

"Wonderful! His Mother turned to the guests. "First, I want us to each take a turn pressing into her belly - feeling where it's the softest and doughiest versus where it's more bouncy and spring - and determining where you think the fat has grown the thickest."

The girl could believe what she was hearing. Why on earth would people need to judge where her belly was the fattest? She tried to move but her belly just wobbled, making the guests chuckle as they lined up to approach her.

The first doctor who approached her was an older, handsome man. He carried a pair of calipers and what looked like a stainless steel chopstick. He sat on a stool on front of her so it was easier for him to examine her belly.

First he began gingerly pressing and bouncing different areas of her belly with his latex-gloved hands. He very clearly was able to push in quite a bit further into her lower belly than into her upper belly.

The guests observed closely. She overheard whispers among the observers but only in parts

"...impressed with how far he's able to press into it" as her belly is prodded

"look at its heft!" as he bounces handfuls of her belly fat.

After sizing her up, the doctor grabbed a large swell of fat from her lower belly with his calipers and gently pressed the stainless steel pencil-like tool directly into the center of fat the calipers squeezed.

He prodded the stick into the pinched fat slowly and deliberately, seeming to marvel at it's thickness.
The observers nodded approvingly.

He released the initial swell of fat and gathered one just below her belly button.

He again began to gingerly poke the squeezed out fat with the stainless steel rod.

After a few final pokes, he marked the center of the calipered roll of fat, indicating he believed that was where he belly was at its fattest.

She was immediately approached by the next guess, who was a young, fit female doctor. Instead of calipers, she had a tool that looked similar to a fork, except the prongs were longer and the ends didn't look very sharp. This doctor started on the left side of the fat girls belly and began pressing the fork-like implement into her blubber repeatedly, seemingly taking different measurements across the circumference of her belly.

As she finished her inspection of the fat belly, the fit doctor put down the pronged tool and began massaging and kneading the areas she had just been prodding.

Finally she began slowly poking the area where the previous doctor had made his sharpie mark. Repeatedly, the fit female doctor slowly poked into the thick tummy fat, testing each spot carefully, multiple times, to see where all the overfeeding had plumped her belly up the most.

After several minutes of careful and precise pokes, the fit female doctor made a mark on the girl's belly, barely a centimeter away from the first doctor's mark.

"Hmm I see we are noticing some consistency in how this one's fattening up!" the Mother came over and gently wobbled the big belly.

The fit female doctor who had just made her measurement chimed in

"She really has thickened up quite nicely in her lower belly. The fat is doughy, yet springy. i could just fatten her up all day!"

"Wait -- what did you just say?" the plump girl cried out.

"Oh oh oh nothing!" the fit doctor tried to recover. "I just meant that it's so lovely you've been so...well taken care of. I heard how undernourished you were when you and him (she motioned to her boyfriend) met, it's so nice to see how nicely nourished you've become.

"Yes, my son has become such a good cook just like his Mother!" she placed one arm on her son's shoulder and her hand on the fat girls round tummy, patting it for emphasis.