chapter 2 (part 1)

Liv's dreary school day came to a close. A boring day. Not a quiz or a test, or anything interesting at all. Cross country practice had been cancelled because of the rain. The day dragged on, until it was finally time to drive home for the weekend. Liv walked through the parking lot, looking for her car. As she climbed up to her seat, she got a call from none other than Emma. After not seeing her at all that day, Liv was eager to talk to her. At least until her opening line.

"Emma! Hey-"

"I should totally come over to your house today! I have a surprise for you!"

Liv's smiley expression drooped down into exhaustion. She put her hands on her head and groaned, "Oh god, what surprise?" Liv could practically hear Emma's grin through the phone.

"You just have to wait and see. Hope you're cheered up from yesterday!" she giggled.

"Please don't be food," Liv sighed. Emma playfully hung up the phone. Of course. Liv's belly was still somewhat bloated from last night's... occurrence. Her poking midsection gave a slight curve on her striped shirt. Oh well. Whatever Emma had waiting for her couldn't be too bad. After all, for the first time all day, she was pretty hungry. And her hunger probably couldn't be satiated by 'rabbit food' this time.

Liv lay sideways on her couch, a white blanket up to her shoulders. She watched TV while waiting for Emma to arrive. She knew she had to eat, but whatever the Black Hole would bring shouldn't be good. The doorbell rung, and Liv peppily walked to open her door. Liv was confused to see Emma with a look of lust on her face.

"You hungry?" Emma asked. Liv quickly took a step back.

"Uh... in a sec."

The two decided to talk for a while, Emma's backpack beside her on the couch.

"So, you're asking Ben to the dance for Wednesday, right?"

Liv blushed. She looked to the side. "Ah, maybe. I know he wouldn't want to, though." Emma devilishly grinned.

"Why don't we ask?!" Emma said quickly, shooting her arm to her back pocket to take out her phone, like a cowboy reaching for his gun. Liv scampered across the couch, wrestling Emma for the phone.

"Stop! Don't" Liv exclaimed, reaching for the cell phone to no avail.

"Christ, fine. I'm just joking, you know," Emma confirmed, still giggling. "Anyways, let's get this show started."

"What do you mean?" asked Liv, worried and excited.

Emma put her hand into her backpack to pull out a whole gallon of heavy cream. Liv was absolutely shocked.

"Hell no! What's your problem?!" Liv cried. "I am not drinking that. I'm hungry, but I'm not a damn animal!"

Emma shushed her. "Relax... I won't make you. You wouldn't balloon up though," she said. "I do know, though, Ben likes... thicker girls," she smirked.

"You're lying," Liv scoffed. But she began to think. Hannah wasn't a perfect skinny girl. She was definitely on the thicker side. Not really chubby, but... thicker. Thighs. Rear. Liv could tell she had a slight muffin top in the locker room. Liv curled her knees up to her face. People had always given their opinions on her body, no matter how rude. She was too flat or too short or too this or too that. Liv was sick of it. But... she always did want to be thicker. Not fat, but more filled out. She had almost nothing on her chest, or her butt. She figured that maybe this sort of thing could help. Not only that, but there was something enticing about being stuffed. Liv loved it.

"Damn it. Give it to me." And then, somewhere, in some salad bar, a 'rabbit' died.

"Just what I wanted to hear," Emma snickered. "Let's begin." Emma twisted the cap off, revealing a sweet, thick liquid (not a drink, mind you). "Trust me, it wouldn't go to your stomach or face or anything. Just where the goods are." She handed the gallon to Liv. Liv struggled to hold it high enough to get her mouth to the hole. After locking her mouth on it, she titled her head back. The rich cream poured down to her tongue and down her throat. Emma simply sat beside her. Emma wasn't the only one getting a good view of the action. Liv's eyes shut, in euphoria. She had missed this. She was a chubbier kid, always indulging in snacks and fast food. Once she started to grow up, Liv decided to be more healthy. Now, she was going backwards. She chugged the thick cream. It coated her insides, probably painting them white. Liv had plenty of time to swallow as the liquid took its sweet, sweet time to flow down. Emma saw she was about a quarter finished. Her belly made a bigger bump than before, with her shirt tucked neatly in her skirt. It looked to be struggling.

"Here, now you can breathe a little." And Liv kept going, naughtily indulging in the fatty cream. She was silent. Emma did quick math. She remembered that the gallon of heavy cream weighed nine pounds. A tenth of her body weight. Half of it was gone. Emma felt her friend's sloshy stomach. It gurgled, having trouble containing the cream. Liv took the large bottle away from her mouth, cradling it like a baby.

"What are you doing?" Liv asked, struggling to catch her breath.

"Nothing," Emma reassured her. She was lying. She started fondling her tummy.

"Ohh..." Liv moaned, face flushing pink. "That feels good..." She felt her belly being prodded. It was rock hard on the outside, bulging over her skirt. On the inside, the cream sloshed and turned and grumbled. Emma pushed down, and her gut provided no give. Her cold fingers caressed her soft stomach, which was covered by yellow cotton. Liv began to drink again, this time putting one of her small hands on an otherwise big mound. Emma leaned back and watched the tiny girl expand slowly. Her gut gurgled helplessly, almost visibly quivering. Liv paid it no mind, still chugging. She put down the gallon. Empty. An extra ten pounds, straight to her belly.

"For such a small girl, you fill up really big," Emma said, astonished.

Liv scoffed, before letting out a dairy-inspired belch. "Yeah, well, it's not like I can't eat."

"That wasn't the story yesterday." Emma was right.

"I've had a change of heart! Anyways..." Liv stood, slightly bent over, before sitting down. "Ugh... I can't even stand. I'm too full."

"Christ, I can see why. It looks like there's a basketball in your stomach."

"Does it really? Ahhh... maybe I got carried away," Liv sighed. "What are Rachael and them gonna say? Will my belly still be this big by Monday?"

"No..." Emma said, sadly.

"Don't sound too happy!" Liv sarcastically snapped.

"I have a great idea, by the way," said Emma. "Why don't I stay here for the weekend? Your mom's still on a business trip until Thursday, right? We get the house to ourselves!"

A friendly smile came to Liv's face. "You know, that sounds like fun. Sure!"

A returned smile masked Emma's true intentions. Perfect.

"Great!" beamed Emma. The two girls chattered for most of the evening. Liv was back to her bubbly self, talking on and on. The whole time, Emma couldn't stop stealing looks at the yellow and blue basketball protruding from Liv's middle. She filled up more perfectly than anyone she'd ever seen. 8:00 rolled around, and Emma just couldn't sit still. She knew why she wanted to stay the weekend.

"Well, golly gee. I'm famished. Why don't we go out for dinner?" Emma smirked. Liv's eyes locked on hers.

"Jesus christ, you can't be serious. I may never eat again!" exclaimed Liv.

"Well, does your stomach hurt, or are you just full?" Emma asked.

Liv pouted. She knew what was coming. "I'm not in pain, I'm just stuffed. I really can't eat any more--," she was interrupted by a swift gut punch.

"OUURP! Never do that again!" Liv yelled as Emma laughed hysterically. "I guess if it doesn't hurt, nothing bad could happen. If this huge belly is any bigger by the time we're done, you better run!" she exclaimed. She pushed her own sloshy belly, making it wobble from side to side. "I'm getting changed, too. There's cream stains on this shirt."

A few minutes later, Liv came downstairs. She wore a rose button-up shirt, which protruded as far as her stomach did. She kept the grey skirt she was wearing during school on.

"Olivia Kennedy. Dazzling. Now, come on," Emma quickly said, practically dragging her to her car.



"Welcome to Mama Joan's Southern Barbecue, I'll show you to your table!" Liv and Emma walked with the host to a comfortable booth.

"Christ, I can feel the cream splashing in me as I walk. I probably look huge right now," Liv thought, somewhat hoping that she did. They both sat down and were presented with huge menus.

"Why do southerners have to eat so much?" asked Liv, gazing upon pictures of mountainous sandwiches on her menu. A blonde, busty girl walked up to their table.

"Cuz what else are we gonna do with our cows n' pigs?" she asked, seriously. "Anyways, my name's Laurie, an' I'll be yer server today. Can I getcha girls some drinks?"

"I'll just have a water," Liv responded.

"And I'll take an iced tea," said Emma.

"Great! And are y'all ready to order?"

"Yeah, I'll have the house salad with extra tomatoes," Liv said.

"I want the pulled pork sandwich with mac and cheese." Emma gestured for Laurie to come closer. Emma whispered into her ear, "and also your 'Mama Joan's Big Brisket Sandwich'."

"Wow! You must have a real appetite, miss! I'll get your stuff right away."

Tacky country music floated through the restaurant and the girls conversed over their drinks. Liv covered her bloated belly every time someone walked by their booth. She still wasn't very confident. The buttons on her shirt pierced her tight stomach flesh when she exhaled. Laurie brought all the food.

"Alright y'all, dinner time. House salad fer you," she said, giving Liv the salad. "And the pulled pork sandwich, mac and cheese." Laurie gave Emma her sandwich. "And also, your Big Brisket Sandwich!" Laurie placed a gargantuan sandwich, stacked with brisket, onions, and barbecue sauce. Liv