chapter 3

"My daddy's a lawyer, and my mom's a doctor. Just in case you were wondering." Avery chuckled, watching in the rearview at the way Angel's brows rose at the sight of her home. It was a McManshion, large and bulky with an equally large driveway for Avery to park her truck in.

"Well damn, okay, princess." Angel quipped, reusing the same nickname Avery used for her. "My parents are rich too, they thought I'd be less of a brat if I went to the private school this year.

"Can't say it's helped much, huh?" Avery grinned.

"Hey watch it," Angel teased, "I'll get my lawyer mom to fight your lawyer dad."

As they made their way inside, Angel couldn't help but feel excitement at the thought of the two of them being alone for the first time. She couldn't discern if the pain in her stomach was from the butterflies or from still being stuffed.

"Hey, you mind if I wash up a bit?" Angel glanced down at her soiled blouse, her popped skirt barely containing her round tummy. "I'm kind of a mess right now, ya know."

"Ha, I guess it's sort of my fault you're like this right now." Avery's dark eyes roamed over the other girl's body hungrily. Angel's stomach gave another turn. "Sure, I can give you some spare clothes too. New towels are on the shelf to the right."

Angel washed up in the shower, her soapy hands exploring the new, softer parts of her body. She'd always had an hourglass figure but now she could feel the changes that had only taken in nearly a month. Her ass was flabby, and her breasts felt heavier than before. Not to mention, her tummy that was usually flat was now extended enough for her to be confused with being
7 months pregnant. She rubbed her distended stomach, although it had gone down a bit during the car ride she still felt the tautness of food packed inside. Despite being already full, Angel felt a new kind of hungry. She craved to be stuffed more, stuffed til she couldn't move.

Once again Angel imagined herself with a cute little pig nose, smeared with food that she was cramming into her mouth. The image aroused her once more, and she felt herself reaching downwards to relieve the burning sensation between her thighs.


After wrapping herself in a towel, she swung open the door to Avery's room. It was big, and unlike the rest of the house, lacked the utilitarian design of a house that mimicked Better Homes magazine. Posters were up, some wrappers littered the floor. You could tell a human being was living inside it, instead of an interior designer.

"Hey babe, I left an old uniform from sophomore year on the dresser. Although, with what we're about to do, I don't think you'll need very many clothes."

Angel's heart thundered, and she felt hot all over. "Huh?"

"Hah, you should see the cute look on your face." Avery pulled out some long tubes from under her bed, and held it up for Angel to see.

"What is that?"

"It's a double beer bong. One funnel, two tubes. Pretty neat, huh?" A couple of two liter soda bottles lay beside her on the bed.

Realization was dawning on Angel, and she felt embarrassed for what she was thinking earlier.

"Oh babe, I know what you were thinking," Avery teased, reading her mind. "I haven't even asked you to be my girlfriend yet."

"Shut up." Angel retorted, the heat coming back to her face again. "And just for that, I'm putting on some clothes."

Angel turned around flusteredly, mostly to cover up her red face again at the word "girlfriend".

"Don't look." Angel barked, dropping her towel on the floor.

"Okay~"

Avery's old clothes were looser and a couple sizes too big, but still fit pretty decently. When she turned around, she saw Avery staring at her, and was about to accuse her of peeping if it wasn't for the fact that Avery was already almost naked, having stripped off her clothes.

She was apple shaped and round all over. Angel couldn't tell what she wanted to sink her teeth in first, her big, overflowing tits that popped out of her bra, or her soft doughy midsection that hung over her panties at all sides. They both looked delicious, and after weeks of Angel trying to imagine what her crush looked like underneath prudish school attire it was a treat.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"You're giving me permission?" Angel hopped on the bed and snapped a photo before Avery could tackle her.

"Delete it." Avery threatened, wrestling with Angel for the phone.

Angel was too happy basking in Avery's embarrassment, fully satisfied that she wasn't the only one with a red face now.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna set it as my lockscreen and homescreen instead."

"Oh yeah?" Avery straddled Angel, her weight knocking the breath out of the girl underneath her, "Well I was going to spare you earlier and have you and me share one of these 2 liter sodas..but I think you need to learn your lesson first."

Avery grabbed the tubes and switched the nozzle on for one of them. Angel squirmed, trying to use her arms to squeeze out from underneath Avery.

"Wait! I'll delete it!"

"Too late." Avery shifted her weight so that she was sitting on both of Angel's hands. She crammed the tube in Angel's mouth, and poured the sugary contents down the funnel.

Immediately Angel could feel her tummy swell out more, pressing into Avery's stomach. Her eyes squeezed shut, dizzy from the strange euphoric rush of being filled to capacity.

"I like you, Angel. I've liked you since I saw you in the cafeteria that day."

Angel's eyes widened, and unintelligible sounds garbled from the tube.

Avery continued, "I want you. And if you're not ready for that this is your time to turn back now. Just say the words and we'll be strictly friends again." Avery tipped the last contents of soda in the funnel, "Otherwise, there's no turning back after this. There's no telling how fat I'll make you, no telling if you'll be able to lose any of it. I want to feed and fuck you until you're squealing like the fat sow you are."

Angel drained the last contents of the soda, gasping.

"I'm yours."

Avery peppered hot kisses down Angel's neck. "You're mine."

Angel moaned, and felt her nipples grow stiff and sensitive. She had forgotten her bra with the pile of old clothes on the floor, and her tits poked cutely through the fabric. Avery took one in her hands. "Aw look, they've grown since I met you."

"Yeah, dunno how that could have possibly happened." Angel unbuttoned her blouse. Avery's old uniform was already feeling tight around her bloated belly. "Maybe it's the fault of a certain fat*** in the room?" She said accusingly.

"Who are you calling fat***, skinny girl? I thought you already learned your punishment the first time for mocking me." She slapped Angel's stomach, causing the other girl to burp loudly. "Your parents sent you to school to turn you into their good little girl, huh? I'll make you mine first. Open your mouth."

Angel was already stuffed to the brim, and refused to.

With a hard thrust Avery fucked Angel with her fingers, and didn't stop until she was gasping.

"Good girl." Avery cooed, cramming the tube between her lips.

This time Angel chugged the drink harder, as if drinking faster would cure the splitting pain of her stomach getting stretched like a water balloon. She whimpered as she drained the last droplets, clutching her stomach. If before she looked like she was 7 months pregnant, now she looked like she was with triplets and ready to pop.

Avery lay a hand on her belly, a cool and soothing sensation spreading from her palm. She rubbed the lotion gently, avoiding the spots Angel winced the most at. "Good job, baby."

"I'm gonna *hic* get you back for *hic* this." Angel groaned.

"Ah, you are?" Avery smirked. "But you enjoyed this so much."

"Why would I *hic* enjoy this shit?" Angel shuddered, trying to control her hiccups.

"You obviously enjoyed it when you were in the shower alone." Avery slipped a finger inside Angel. "You were already loose when you got out." Avery purred in Angel's ear.

Angel trembled, letting out a cry as Avery's head ducked between her thighs.