chapter 14

At the door was again the nice guy of the parcel service. "Wow, didn't you find anything scarcer than that?" He laughed. "I could have put on nothing." I said boldly. I wondered about my repartee. "Well, I would have liked that as well." He grinned broadly. "I have a big package for you again. What are you buying all the time?" He asked. I thought for a moment. "Tons of food." I replied with a conspiratorial glance. He laughed. "Oh, yes, you have to drag enough with yourself, you told me once." I nodded and lifted my heavy belly. "Yes, you wouldn't believe it, that's hard work." I let my belly fall down again. He looked a little funny at my vibrating masses of fat and then he laughed again. "I see that. Should I take it inside?" I nodded with a smile. He picked up the package and carried it into the apartment. I noticed the mess on my sofa. He noticed it too. "Wow, did you have a party yesterday?" He asked looking at the empty food packages. I turned bright red. "Well, a private party rather ..." I giggled like a little schoolchild. He looked at me in astonishment. "You ate it all by yourself?" He asked astonished. I nodded. "Respect." He remarked. "Well then I wish you good appetite and a lot of fun with the contents of this package." He winked at me. "Thank you, I always have." He waved goodbye and I closed the door.

I went next to the package on my knees and tore it open with anticipation and I was not disappointed. In the large package was again a slightly smaller one and on top was a letter, which I opened immediately.

Hello Alice,

I almost thought that I would have to punish you, but you have made the right decision. In the package is a little refreshment for breakfast. Enjoy your meal.
Your date yesterday seemed to have been a success and I congratulate you to your second meeting tonight. The young man seems to be a good match.
Now for your task for today: At 12 am you have an appointment at the private art school in downtown. Ask for the lesson of Ms. Panaroglu. Inside the box is a thin trench coat and a pair of high-heeled shoes. You will not wear anything besides these two garments when you go to the academy. For this purpose, you should make yourself up well. Do not worry; the appointment will end in time so that you are on time with your second date.

Your second task for tomorrow will be: Put on some of the nice dresses that you've bought yesterday. Find yourself in the building to the right of the old station by 10 o'clock in the morning and say: "I'm Alice and I'm here for the feast." Everything else was already taken care of. Bring along a lot of hunger. It is a special event just for you.
Now I wish you a good appetite with breakfast.

Keep it up.
Your master

I put the letter on the side. Nude with a Trench Coat? I looked at the clock. I had plenty of time. My God, I was supposed to go naked through the city wearing only a coat. The Academy was on the other side of town. But my thoughts were distracted by the box. I tore open the second box and on top lay the trench coat. I was quite curious, so I had to try it on immediately. I positioned myself in front of the mirror. It was hard to imagine that there was a trench coat in my size. That wide load of mine, that humongous belly and my milk cartons, I still have to giggle when I say that, in connection with my tiny height always caused a challenge when buying clothes. I pushed my arms through the sleeves and my thoughts were confirmed immediately. My thick upper arms could barely fit into the sleeve and felt like a sausage. I tugged the trench coat and pulled it together in front of my breasts. Unfortunately, the buttons and buttonhole were too far apart. I exhaled and pulled them together with all my strength and managed to push the button through the hole. Likewise, I proceeded with the other buttons.
In the end, I looked at the result in the mirror. One could clearly see how my milk cartons became apparent under the trench coat. My big belly stretched the fabric and the buttons so far that you could see my pale skin behind the slots. My wobbly butt was just hidden away, but you could see the lower limit of my butt cheeks and everybody would have an almost unobstructed view of my powerful thighs. Well, I was curious to see what awaited me there. I pulled the trench coat off my body again and went forth over to the box. There was cake! Many different kinds of cakes. Additionally there were again croissants, jam, filled dough pieces and all sorts of sweet things. My eyes were shining and my belly was jubilant and signaled with a loud growl that he wants to have it all inside him in the near future. But before I started eating, I wanted to shave. If I would be running around naked, then I would do it tidily.

I went back into the bathroom and grabbed my razor. To shave the legs was difficult because my breasts and my now huge belly got in the way. To shave my pubic area was a completely different problem. I took a magnifying mirror and put it on the toilet. Then I positioned my lush body in front of it and lifted my stomach, so I could see my private parts properly. You could tell that there had not been done anything for a long time. I took the razor, shaved with one hand and tried to keep the belly up with the other hand. That was more exhausting than one would think. The belly was pretty hard and heavy, in addition the breasts were still on top of it. With some effort, I managed to remove the hair completely in my pubic area.

Fully overhauled I went to the box and to the breakfast. I pulled the box to the couch and pushed the garbage of yesterday to the side. The dirty blanked flew in the corner. I threw myself on the sofa and began to destroy the contents of the box. I think I have not eaten so much cake in my whole life at the same time. Amazingly, the box contents were no problem and after I had squashed 10 croissants, about 15 dough pieces and 6 large cakes I felt just a slight saturation. I was sure that this would not last very long. I decided to eat something on the way to the Academy. By now, it was 9:30, so I decided to get ready and get going.
After half an hour, I was finished to put on my makeup and had to admit that I did a good job although I have not done that for ages. I pressed myself back into my trench coat. Moving was quite difficult in it. I put on the high heels, threw my bag over my shoulder and made my way to the city.
Saturday morning was always quite quiet, so I was alone at the bus stop. Gladly the weather was quite cloudy and not very warm, I was hoping that it did not start to rain. I had a restaurant with a BBQ buffet in my mind, which should have opened from 10 clock on. My stomach grumbled aloud and I kneaded it slightly above the trench coat. Moving in that tight piece of clothing was a little difficult because it sat very tight. In addition, you could see my bare belly through the openings on the button line. Running in Heels was not exactly easy as well when you had thick legs like me either. Earlier, when I was thin, I wore such shoes regularly, but today it was extremely exhausting. The train arrived on time and was mostly empty. On the way to the city center, some people boarded the train. They usually looked at me with a skeptical look, but by now, I got used to it and no longer payed attention to that. When I arrived at my station, I could already see the BBQ restaurant across the street. My heart began to pound with excitement. I had nothing on under the trench coat. So if a button ripped off, I got again a free flash for everybody. This thought again sent shivers down my spine. Carrying my fat huge belly in public completely naked in front of me has evolved to some fetish. I made my way to the BBQ restaurant.