Alleah

Chapter 2 - first day stuffing (part 2)

Pizza seemed like a good idea, remembering that for the week a Pizzeria near my home was holding a buy one get one special on pizza. That would be good for my dinner I thought.

But as luck would have it, I passed a Popeye's chicken just a few blocks away that had a daily special of eight pieces of chicken for just 7 bucks. My wheels screeched as I turned into the lot before passing it. Smelling the chicken from the drive-thru, I could already feel my mouth watering, so I unbuckled my leather belt knowing all the chicken wouldn't be making it home.

Spending 14 dollars on the equivalent of 2 whole fried chickens AND, get this, two bags of fries and a pair of biscuits was a pretty good deal to me. Though I desperately wanted to get home and rest my body from all the work my muscles had gone through this morning, I still wanted to fill myself up. Like I said, some of the chicken wouldn't be making it home.

I pulled my car out of the drive-thru and parked in a space nearby. I opened up both of the boxes that contained the two family sized meals just so I could get to the sides. I scarfed down the two butteriest biscuits you could ever have first. With my belt undone, the only wall restricting my belly at all was the button of my pants and it was sadly, barely even digging into my flesh. It reminded me that I needed to gain quite a bit, so I moved onto scarfing down the two bags of fries that came with them.

However, I knew I was starting to get full once the last fries landed on top of the ramen dishes I had not too long before as I was letting out a steady string of soft belches while I tore into the first chicken piece. I set a goal to eat at least the four wings since they are my least favorite of the pieces when I have breasts and thighs to look forward to.

I was able to get through the first wing without any hindrance to my speed even though I was burping after every other swallow. I wiped one hand so I could rub my belly with it without getting grease on my uniform. It was getting quite stiff with the more I was putting into it now. Could still feel a soft layer of fat over the curve of my bloated middle though. A layer I wanted to extend by many inches.

After a few minutes, my bowels rumbled with a round of fresh gas ready for release from my other end. I leaned over in my seat and dropped the bones of the third chicken wing into the box. *PusssssffffFFFRRRPT!* It started with a hiss but with a little grunt, I made it into a ripper which made my panties flutter in my butt cheeks. However, I decided that it was about time to call it quits. I was full, not uncomfortably so, but the sun beating down on me was making me hot and I still had to make a twenty-minute trip back home.

Along the way, I had to adjust my bra often as to keep the band from pushing down on my full belly. I did enjoy the feeling of the bumps in the road making me bounce a little. With easily a few pounds of food in my stomach, I felt so heavy compared to how I normally do. I loved the feeling of my booty sunk into my driver's seat. How the seatbelt tried to hold my belly back and how my belly answered it by handing over the lower strap like it did with my belt. IT was only a small amount, but I loved every inch of it.

Though I was rubbing my bloated middle under my shirt at red lights and letting out either a burp or a fart every half minute or so, a part of me still wanted more food. I wasn't about to eat some greasy chicken as I drove through, so I just sipped on one of the two large soda's that came with my order.

Once I got home, I took everything inside and realized how gross I was from all the dirt and dust I was around all while sweating most of the day. Even taking off my uniform shirt didn't make me feel any better. So I decided before I ate any more I would take a shower first.

I still scarfed down the last chicken wing I had from the box however. Didn't even care that I was shirtless in the kitchen with my full stomach exposed since I was home. That last wing was difficult to get down though. No longer feeling hungry with barely any space in my stomach left, the only thing that would honestly keep me going would be my perverted desires for gluttony.

After gathering towels and fresh clothes to change into, I moved into the bathroom to shower. As I stripped down, I could feel my stomach starting to gurgle. Well, I guess It had been gurgling since I finished my ramen, but now it was emitting sounds that I could hear even over the running water. My guess it was a high inflow of stomach acid as I felt like I was bloating up even more as I stood bare naked in front of the mirrors. However, upon seeing myself holding my belly, I couldn't help feeling disappointed.

My belly was sticking out several inches from my rib cage but didn't stick out as far as my overfilled breasts.I moaned with dissatisfaction and then with pleasure as I moved my fingers down between my legs. *Fffurrpt! Brrrbbrbppbtt!* I forced out a couple bubbly rips from my backside. Sadly all I could produce in the moment, so I let my mind drift away.

Closing my eyes, I imagined a guy with his hands on me. Running them up and down my body unable to keep his palms in one spot for more than a few seconds. I moaned as I moved my own hands up to my breasts to give him a hint on where to start. I thought about how big I could be, how my breasts will inevitably grow with my gain but hopefully not so much that my belly can't keep up. I want my belly to surpass them. Maybe they could help though? I lift one of my breasts high and pull my nipple up to my lips to wrap my tongue around it. Imagining it to be full of fatty milk I could drink from it. I moan and belch as I dream of the milk filling up my belly more, at the same time it churns as the creamy substance mixes with the tons of food I devoured making it so large and soft.

But then I opened my eyes and realized I felt almost too fatigued to get off. I could almost feel the itis creeping in on me as I lazily blinked. With a sigh, I remove my fingers from between my legs and get in the shower.

Four minutes later, I was done. I played a song on my phone as I basically rinsed myself off. I could feel my body getting sluggish as the fatigue and atmosphere of being home drew me closer and closer to sleep. After drying myself off and weighing my breasts in my hands as I juggled the lingering temptation of fingering myself while I tried to stuff more food into myself, I decided it may just be better to take a nap. So I put on my Gundam t-shirt and panties, threw my two boxes of chicken in the fridge and moved to my bed to pass out.

The mistake was not setting an alarm.

Because I ended up waking between two and three hours later. Didn't really pay attention to the time before I passed out with my full gut in my hands. My gut was also the first thing I noticed when I woke. Propping myself up on my elbow to look down at myself, I was shocked to see that... I HAD GAINED A HUNDRED POUNDS! Hehe, I wish. This ain't that kind of story.

But thinking about it, a hundred pounds is A LOT... hmm I'll see how I feel when I get up there.

Really though, what shocked me was how rumbly my stomach was. It felt like I had three phones vibrating inside me. Heaving my breasts out of the way so I could see my belly, I couldn't help sighing at the sight of it having shrunk considerably. Most of the 'weight' seemed to have shifted into my bowels with it bulging mostly around my belly button. At least the silver lining I saw was the fact that it meant my stomach was basically empty. I still felt something in there but I could feel a lot more down below.

Unintentionally arousing myself with a tuba note from my booty which damn near shook my bed, I was mistaken to think that what I felt was just a little fart. The five-second rumble made my cheeks ripple and filled the air with a ripe odor of eggs and herbs. The smell didn't bother me, so I rolled over to hug a pillow against my stomach to get out more.

I continued my chain of rolling thunder from my booty with two quieter but still fairly lengthy rips. The first had a crescendo that nearly freed my panties from being eaten by my crack. It still lasted a solid four seconds with the next lasting about half of that time. I was able to get out five more farts which each seemed to grow a little weaker until the last came out as just a single little bubble. I could really feel the difference though. I knew I had space in my stomach for more food as soon as I woke up, but getting all that gas out made me feel confident that I could finish at least one of the boxes in a sitting.

At least that's what I thought before I opened the box. I forgot how big the pieces were. Damn big chicken they cut up here. But then I recalled all the times I've eaten entire chickens by myself (Mostly when I was younger and experimenting with stuffing but) Doesn't mean I can't still do it! Plus, there were only six pieces left after the wings I devoured. I heated up all the chicken and took it to the family room to sit on the couch and pig out while I caught up on an anime.

Before the ending song of the anime I was watching came on, I was dropping the last bone into the box. I stifled a couple of belches from the fullness, but I didn't feel as stuffed as I was when I got home. Pulling my shirt up to test my belly with my fingers, I could tell it wasn't as packed as it was just a few hours ago either. It was still bubbling up a storm, if not even more so now that it had digestion working on most of a chicken up top and moving the ramen down below. That made my heart flutter.

I couldn't hold back any longer, my hands moved on their own down between my thighs and I began to feel myself.