chapter 10

Deirdre woke up the next morning. She rubber her belly, looking at how fat she had gotten from the night before. She went into the bathroom, stepping on the scales. 220 pounds.
Sighing, she took off her underwear, to take a shower. As she stepped into it, her hips got stuck. She looked at herself, caressing her legs and hips, finding the whole thing exceedingly erotic.
Huh, cant believe in now turned on by getting stuck, she thought. Pulling herself together, she pushed herself in. When she started the shower, she felt the water wash over her curves and rolls. She felt at ease, not a care in the world. It had been a while since she had felt truly calm. In her blissful moment she sat down in the shower, letting her tired arms lie on her belly.
After he shower, she got into her spandex, which at this point were at their limit, and a sports bra. Breakfast had arrived in the dumb waiter; donuts and pancakes. Sitting at her desk, she devoured the meal. As she finished, another helping came up, which was also promptly eaten.
Going into the common room, she saw Charlotte reading a book. When she saw Deirdre, she quickly got up and hugged her. "I was so worried about you," she said, squeezing Deirdre tightly, "We heard that you were caught downstairs, and I was so worried. I'm just glad to see you weren't punished."
She pulled away, smiling. Deirdre had to admit, someone gagging her ample torso felt good. She felt loved and appreciated, and her cushiony fat made it seem extra special.
"So," she said, "When do we go out?"
Charlotte pointed to the clock, saying, "In twenty minutes, were leaving. Its a big operation, and we need to travel in our groups. Also, its gonna be cold, so wrap up."
Deirdre walked back into her room. A new winter jacket and snow pants were left in the wardrobe. They were a comfortable fit, with the snow pants put over her spandex.
She opened her lockbox in her desk and took out all her savings, 567 credits. As she put the bank notes I her wallet, the dumb waiter came up with something. Looking inside, a dozen or so boxes of deluxe donuts were there, a note which read,
To Deirdre,
Here's a little gift. This is what I ate most of the time when I was gaining weight. These will go straight to your thighs, and taste wonderful.
From,
Vanessa
Deirdre smiled. Opening a box, Deirdre was hit with the wonderful aromas of the fatty donuts.
She ate them all, her belly growing. Her winter coat was still fitting her, but it felt considerably tighter.
This is the gift that keeps on giving, she thought, rubbing her tummy.