Chapter 2 - lunch time

Gen laid back on the floor, munching pleasurably on a candy bar. Around her were the discarded wrappers from her latest binge: chips, McDonald's, and, of course, her chocolate stash. All had found their way into her seemingly bottomless gullet in her attempts to satisfy her seemingly bottomless appetite. She could almost feel her belly swell out with every bite, rubbing it soothingly with her free hand.

She finished the sweet treat with a burp. Her hunger felt much closer to being satiated now, but given how this day had gone so far, who knows how long that'd last. She groaned, giving her tight tummy a rub.

She looked down at her belly and was briefly taken aback by its sheer size. She'd had some trouble putting on some jeans earlier this morning, but now the waistband of her stretch pants was beginning to feel tight around her ballooning midriff. There was no way she was going to be able to fit into anything other than her loosest clothes today, and even then...

Gen pulled out her phone. She HAD to document this...

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It was to this sight that Rashid, still a little shaken by the last message he'd received, opened his phone to find. The black mirror of his screen buffered briefly before flashing into a video of his best friend's finger digging into the soft, taut flesh of her incredibly stuffed belly.

He thought she was big and bloated before, but after THIS message, he was at a loss for words. Her belly was a mountainous balloon of fat and food, sticking out too far for her shirt to be able to cover it as much as it normally did. Judging by the wrappers in the background, it was pretty clear Gen'd been enjoying the inventory of her junk food stash, every morsel of food she could find getting devoured to appease her growing, growling, hungry--

Rashid tore his eyes from his phone and looked up at the ceiling above. "What did I do to deserve this?" he sighed, almost pleadingly. "First Jasmine, now this..."

He thought back to his ex, whom he'd met for lunch only a short while ago. She, too, it seems, had recently acquired an insatiable appetite, and the results had been quite evident by her thicker thighs, meatier arms, inflated waist, and bigger belly, her clothes struggling to contain her ballooning frame as she ate more and more--

Was this how it started for Jasmine? What it was like for Gen? One really indulgent day, then another, another, another, and another and another and another and another and another with not enough in between to work off her steadily growing belly, which only got softer, rounder, and jigglier by the day, straining against the fabric of everything she owned until she was forced to buy a bigger wardrobe, consigning herself to the fattening of her--

"Stopitstopitstopitstopitstopit! " Rashid exclaimed, smacking himself repeatedly on the head. Why was he like this?

He looked back at his phone. The video was still playing on a loop: Gen, laying on the floor, titanic tummy towering above, finger gently prodding it. He read the caption:

"Tiiiiiiight"

He swiped out of the video before his mind could go further.