chapter 3

Becca finished out her day in the drive thru. She felt sluggish and bloated as she sat there digesting. Tracy and Liz continued to gather the orders for her as she sat there taking orders.
"Man, this is an awesome job."
"I hear that, commented Beth as she sat behind the counter. She had grabbed a stool for herself and stood only when customers came in.
At lunch the girls were busy again. Cars poured in and in. Liz was running back and forth from the back to the display. Becca watched her as she sipped a large soda. "She is running around so much it is exhausting me." From time to time Becca noticed a bit of bacon in Liz's hand. "Must be protein for all of the hard work she is doing."
The day had wound down and the girls were packing up to go home. Becca looked over at her hone and saw a message from her mom.
"Hi Rebecca, I have to run to the city tonight for a meeting, I talked to Beth's mom and she said you could eat over there tonight. PS, Pick up something sweet for girls time tonight when I get home."
"Hey Beth, I guess I am going over your house tonight."
"Cool, are you coming right over?"
"No, my mom said to bring something home for dessert, so I will drop that off first."
"Well here," Tracy interjected. "Take these home and try them out with your mom. Tell me what you think. I want real feedback you know."
Tracy handed Becca two pastry boxes that were quite heavy. "What's in here?"
"Ohh you know, a bit of this, a bit of that."
Becca and Liz walked out together. "I swear I am going to be jacked in about a month Becca. I've been moving those bags, lifting backing racks. I think I need to do some weightlifting at the gym to keep up."
"Really, I see you running back and forth a lot."
"Yeah well we can't all have a nice seat. But seriously I need to wear softer shoes tomorrow. That Tracy McFadden though, she is something else."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I was having a hard time with just one of those bags of flour, and meanwhile she has two under her arms no problem at all. She must be really strong, must come with carrying all that fat around."
"I guess I see where you could be right. And did you hear that story about her and her English baker friend."
"Probably a big guy too, but that stuff with the mayor."
"Are guys really into big girls?" Beth asked.
"I don't plan to find out. I'll just keep moving and lifting at work. It will be fine."
"Well I will see you tomorrow, I am heading to Beth's tonight for dinner, mom is in the city on business."
"Hey Becca, take it easy. You don't have to eat everything she puts in front of you. She is a big girl, she can handle a bit of rejection."
"Yeah okay Liz, have a good night."
Becca opened her front door and went into the kitchen. She put the pastries on the counter and went up to her room. She looked herself over in the bathroom mirror. There it was, her belly. Rigid, her skin pulled taut. She breathed deeply pulling up her shirt exposing the strained skin. She rubbed her stomach with both hands. She leaned back against her sink. She let down her pony and her strawberry blonde hair fell down around her shoulders. She pulled off her shirt, looking over the effect her day of snacking and eating and mindless chewing had on her frame.
One hand stayed on her stomach as the other went to her ass. She imagined it the size of Tracy's. In this tiny bathroom she would knock everything off the sink. How embarrassing. She would get stuck in the door frame. The firefighters would have to come cut her free. She rubbed faster and harder until she began to feel it come up.
"Urrrrp."
The burp was natural, and it felt good. This time she forced herself to burp. "Urrp." Softer than the last but she felt something big coming. "Urrrrrrrp!" It was so satisfying. She felt the pressure in her stomach go down. Instead of being stretched tight, it became softer to the touch. "Oh, so soft and smooth." Her other hand found its way back round to the front and started to move between her legs. She thought back to her sausage, and the image of Beth enjoying her meal just as much. Becca didn't normally touch herself like this, but she had been in a mood since this morning and she had to do something. She went out to lay down on her bed. She lay on her back stretching her body out. She brought her hands back in to continue to explore herself. All the while thoughts continued to pour through her head. "Do guys like this, all this skin. This flab. DO they like to run their hands across it the way that I do. Feeling its natural feel. I mean back in the old days being voluptuous was the thing, frail people were malnourished and didn't survive. So I mean guys must like this, or at least some do. Is there a limit? What if I grew huge? Would some guy out there climb me to kiss me on the lips? Would he plant his lips on mine? Would he enjoy the taste of my mouth after I spend the day eating endlessly. My face greasy, hair a mess, breasts out resting on a mountain of a belly, would someone find me attractive. Uhh, If I were that big I would be so gassy. Burping and farting all the time, who could love that." This train of thought continued as Becca ran her hand across her belly as the other tried to slip under her pants. Her belly was in the way. Her day of eating caused her pants to get too tight, so she had to undo her button to reach her aching sex.
As her fingers connected with the sensitive flesh she drew in a deep breath. "Yes, they must. I could be so big. I would make Beth, even Ms. McFadden look tiny. I'd, I'd hnnn." Becca didn't talk anymore, she only thought over how big she could get and still have boys after her. She slid her hand from her belly to her breast imagining them larger, men or women clamoring to touch them. She arched her back this was it!
"Ah Ah Ahhh."
Becca slowly came hard and enjoyed every second of it. She laid there, hand in her pants out of breath. She looked to her desk and caught the slightest glimpse of herself as she rubbed her gut. She felt hot.