Chapter 6 - day 31

Haley's heavy footsteps plodded down the stairs. Every thud was followed by a whining creak. Every footfall triggered rolling waves of fat, flowing up her thighs and causing her belly to sway. She reached the bottom of the stairs, paused, and took a deep breath before continuing towards the kitchen.

After a single month, Haley was undeniably fat, carrying around 318 pounds of soft, wobbly flesh. Every morning, a fresh outfit of stretchy and comfy clothes were laid out for her, and she was obviously a few days past a routine size upgrade today.

The fabric stretched over her like a second skin, making her seem a little fatter than she truly was. No jiggle went unnoticed by either Haley or any outside observer as her clothes struggled to contain every bounce.

Her stomach led her along, and she looked as though she was struggling to keep up, like a dog walker being pulled along by their eager charge. She came to her familiar kitchen chair and eased her bulk into it, having already had a breakfast feast only moments before upstairs.

After the second week, The Madame had upgraded from carrying a loaded breakfast tray into Haley's room each morning, to pushing in a loaded cart. The menu had expanded along with Haley's waist to include biscuits, omelettes, oatmeal, and quinoa with avocado slices. There was also a level of the cart devoted solely to pastries and cakes.

All of it now was working its way through Haley, feeding her fat cells, making her softer, bigger, even as she sat there in the kitchen and awaited her next meal, her subtly spreading form causing the chair to groan.

The familiar and steady clicks of Madame Bigger's heels from her sauntering stride echoed behind Haley, who was transfixed by the Maids bringing out the dishes. Haley licked her lips as the heels got closer until they stopped and Haley could feel a looming presence standing over her. The Madame's spindly fingers rested on Haley's shoulders like a hungry spider's legs. She leaned in and practically kissed Haley's ears as she whispered: "Good morning, Piggy. I hope you've saved room."

As hungry as Haley was, even she had to admit she still felt rather full. This dismayed her as she found herself desperately wanting to leave no crumb behind. She whimpered a little as she sank her chubby digits into her belly and rubbed and kneaded. Every plate landing on the table elevated Haley's anticipation. She pushed deeper and massaged wider, grabbing the underside of her belly before squeezing and raising it. She then pushed it down and pushed inward, her fat swallowing her hands and wrists.

The fullness pushed deeper into her, sliding through her pelvis, and inflated the center of her ass.

It became too much to hold and her butt exploded in a gale of wind, deep and loud, causing one of the Maids to yelp and collect herself.

Haley blushed, her cheeks stung, warm with shame. "I'm so sorry," she breathed, without the necessary confidence to speak above a strained whisper.

"Sh-sh-sh-sh," The Madame comforted. "I told you, it's okay." The Madame kissed Haley on the top of her head and stroked her hair, still standing behind Haley who was scooping up the first bite of pudding and opening wide. "This is who you are now."