chapter 3

Mia could barely squeeze through the hall, but squeeze she did. Upon arriving at the pantry, her jaw dropped. There was not only tapioca pudding, but chocolate chip cookies, doritos, and several boxes of canned pepsi.
"Hell yeah, jackpot," she laughed to herself. She grabbed an armful of food and waddled over to the sectional couch facing their 60-inch flatscreen tv.
Mia ate mindlessly until she couldn't stuff herself any fuller. Her shirt no longer covered her bellybutton, and the seams of her jeans creaked every time she moved. Josh came down the stairs and sat next to her, then looked over at her belly.
"Mia," he said.
"What, Josh?" she asked.
"Why are you such a fat cow?"
"What the f*ck??!" she snapped, anger setting in. She tried to sit up, but her swollen belly made it extremely difficult.
"Look at yourself, Mia!" Josh exclaimed, "What are you doing to yourself? How could you balloon up like this?"
"I'm not fat, you stupid jerk, Danny says I look good no matter what."
"Danny is your step-brother, not your boyfriend, Mia. If he was your boyfriend he wouldn't have let me come down here alone with you."
"Wh-what?" she stammered, caught off guard.
"Especially knowing that I kind of got a thing..." he trailed off, and then grabbed her belly, hard.
"Josh! I-"
"Just let me rub your huge belly," Josh begged.
"Huge? My tummy-"
"Oh, Mia. That's not a tummy anymore. That's a nice, fat gut. A tummy doesn't jiggle and wobble like this," he said, shaking her rolls, "You're a big girl, Mia. I've watched your belly get bigger and fatter and i've watched your lovehandles fill out into this large muffintop. I've watched your face get rounder and I've watched you grow a doublechin and I've watched your appetite grow with you. I want you to stop gaining here, you're perfectly round and fat, like a juicy melon. Any bigger and that nice belly of yours will hang so far over your pants that I won't be able to reach your p*ssy."
"Josh! That's enough! Get out of my house, now!" came an authoritative voice from the stairwell.
"Danny!" Mia gasped.
"I'm going!" Josh told him, throwing his hands up. He dropped Mia's belly and it bounced on her lap. Mia missed the wink that the boys exchanged as Josh slunk up the stairs.
"Are you okay, Mia? Did he touch you?" Danny asked, feigning concern.
"He called me fat and he touched my tummy and he told me I had a huge belly!" she told her step-brother, tears rolling down her face. Danny sat and put his arm around her, eyeing her bulging potbelly.
"You're not. You're not fat, Mia. You're beautiful. Real women have curves. You don't even have a belly, you're beautiful. Here, calm down. Here's a brownie."
She took it and crammed the whole brownie in with one bite, chocolate crumbs falling down onto her wide body. Her jeans creaked as her belly continued to swell from the large amount of food she'd eaten earlier. Danny smirked as he watched her bloating up right in his arms.
"Are you okay?" he asked, noticing a pained expression on her face.
"Yeah, I'm okay. My tummy just hurts a little," she sighed, leaning in closer to him. He let her think that he was enjoying her being close, when behind his piercing eyes was a calculated predator, assessing his prey as it unsuspectingly fattened up. Danny reached forward and stroked her swollen gut.
"Does that help?" he asked, gently rubbing rolls of fat between his thumbs.
"Yes- oh, that feels so good," she sighed happily, and she let herself relax.
Danny was almost surprised when her belly suddenly expanded, but Mia would do anything-including sucking in her stomach and holding it-to get him to notice her the way she wanted him to. But her jeans were not on her side tonight. Danny watched with glee as her belly gurgled and grew even bigger-and then it happened. There was a dull popping sound, Mia's blubber shook as if someone had slapped it, and the button to her jeans rolled onto the floor. It was quickly followed by two more, and her huge potbelly was finally fully exposed in all of its round, juicy glory. He hadn't realized how fat she really was, and almost laughed at how comically overfed she was-like a cartoon character, almost.
"Mia, let's go upstairs and sleep in the same bed tonight," he suggested, slipping his finger into her bellybutton. It went in up to his second knuckle, and she moaned a little bit.
"Come on," he said, giving her belly two sharp slaps.
"Okay," she agreed breathily, standing up. Her excitement of sleeping in the same bed as him made her completely forget about her weight, or the fact that she had outgrown her pants to the point of bursting.
He jogged lightly up the steps, and turned around at the top to wait for her.
"Danny," she panted as she struggled to get up the fifth step, "have the walls always been this narrow?"
And he watched, biting his lip, as his fat little half-sister tried to squeeze her heavy, bulging circumference up the narrow stairwell.