Chapter 3 - into the evening

Gen had never been one to keep in shape. Given the choice between doing something like sports or hiking or staying indoors and lazing around, nine times out of ten, she'd choose the latter. It made sense, then, that she generally carried a little extra pudge on her belly. And aside from the conclusion to her (very brief) stint as a student athlete, Gen had also never been one to gain weight, either.

That may change soon, though. A possibility Gen realized halfway through the cake she was demolishing.

This was on top of a whole pan of lasagna, an entire box of poptarts, and an ungodly quantity of chips and cola--not to mention everything else she'd eaten before dinner. Gen's belly had been slowly inflating like a balloon over the course of the day, and considering how much food she was packing into it right now, she was sure it would keep some of that new weight well beyond the next.

Currently, the round form of her tummy was bulging out onto her lap, uncovered from her shirt and swelling with every morsel Gen pushed between her lips. She could practically feel every pound ready to be added to her frame, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to satisfy her hunger, and the only way to do that was with cake, cake, CAKE.

Eventually, she had eaten that, too. Gen leaned back in her chair with a moan, giving her massive belly a rub. She'd never seen it so big! Not one for a flat tummy, Gen was still shocked by the sheer size of her bloated middle, and by just how much give her fingers felt when she touched it. She really must be getting fat if she could pack away all that food and her belly still felt this soft. Most of all, though, Gen felt good--really good. She'd spent all day indulging in her favorite meals and snacks, without any worries or inhibitions. So what if she had a big belly? Something about it was fun, and kinda rewarding--like she'd earned this big belly for finally relaxing.

And now it was time for her to rest. Night had fallen, dinner had come and gone, and for the first time that day, Gen felt really, truly full.

There was just one thing she had left to do.

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Rashid was awakened from his stupor by a knock. He wasn't sure if the time, but he paid it no mind when he went to answer the door.

It was Gen, standing in front of him, wearing her black-and-white striped top and tight jeans, holding a large stack of pizzas. She plopped the boxes into Rashid's arms.

"Feed me," she said.

Rashid didn't know how to react to that.

Gen, for her part, reached over to the top box, pulled out a large slice, and wolfed it down with gusto. She hummed, running a hand along her soft belly in satisfaction. She looked at Rashid.

"More."

To his surprise, Rashid managed to oblige. It was almost an out-of-body experience for him, but there he was, cramming slice after slice of pizza past Gen's lips. Her tummy stretched and swelled, slowly pushing against the waistband of her already tight jeans. Eventually, she'd eaten the entire pie! Rashid discarded the empty box just as Gen pushed him through the door and onto the couch.

"MORE!" she commanded, straddling her helpless friend, big belly right in his face. Rashid was hardly able to open another box before a voracious Gen grabbed a slice of pizza with each hand and began stuffing herself. Her sizeable belly quivered and shook as she devoured enormous amounts of food. Rashid could've sworn that Gen was fattening up right before his eyes, yet still she ate, still she grew, bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger...

***

Rashid woke with a start. He was slumped over on the couch, laptop open on the coffee table in front of him and his phone on the ground, face-down. It was late--really late. He should really go to bed properly. Rubbing his eyes, he clambered up and gathered his things.

When he'd finally gotten everything squared away for some decent sleep, Rashid noticed the light blinking yellow on his phone.

Another video from Gen.