Chapter 9 - stuffed

“Well, that was a boring evening,” Kyle sulked, sat in the car on the way home. “I told you it would be awful!”

“I enjoyed myself!” Grace smiled, aroused by how full her stomach felt and the thought of eating again alongside Dianne, as had been suggested before she left. She could hardly imagine the amount of calories that must be in her system right now. She could still taste the huge quantities of butter and cream Christian had dropped into it all. The kinky pair were probably back there counting up how many calories they had managed to get down her throat. She imagined them sitting back and laughing at how greedy their dinner guest had been. Damn! Her arousal felt almost uncontrollable tonight.

Grace slipped her hand onto Kyle’s thigh as she drove and gave him her usual sexy wink. “Maybe I could stay over at yours tonight?” she asked. Usually she went back to her own place on a weekday so that she could be up early for work, but she definitely needed to vent this pent-up sexual energy tonight.

“I’m not in the mood,” Kyle snapped, brushing her hand harshly off his thigh. “You’ve not exactly shown your sexy side tonight!” he whined. “You ate like a pig back there.”

If at all possible, Grace suddenly felt even more aroused. Why did it excite her that Kyle hated this side of her so much?

‘Oh no!’ Grace thought, seeing the bright, flashing sign come up in the distance. Her stomach was so full, but she was too turned on to ignore what her body was screaming at her to do. Her arousal felt like some kind of pressure cooker, almost ready to explode.

“What are you doing?” Kyle asked, flabbergasted as Grace pulled into the drive-thru of the fast food place. “Why are we stopping here?” he demanded, still determined to be furious with her.

“I’m a little hungry,” Grace shrugged as she lowered her window and began giving a huge order. When she turned around again, Kyle’s face looked livid. “Did you want anything as well honey?” she asked.

“What are you playing at?” Kyle demanded, his face an angry red.

“What?” Grace replied innocently. “I love this place!”

“But, what about the gym?” Kyle almost shouted.

Grace shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t really set up a membership. I made that up. Although…” she smiled, rubbing her belly that was still contained behind the stretched material of her blouse, “…it is true that I’m only 35lbs off being obese!”

“You lied to me?” Kyle blasted, grabbing the handle of the car door. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” he announced, stepping out of the car in the middle of drive-thru. He only lived a couple of blocks from here. “I don’t have to put up with some greedy, fat girl who thinks I’m going to put up with her lying to me!” he exclaimed, slamming the door and setting off across the parking lot.

Blocked in by other cars, there was no way Grace could go after him, and she didn’t really want to.

She was free.

Finally getting her food, she parked up and began tearing into things. She switched on the interior light, grabbed her cell phone and took a selfie of herself to admire later. Inch by inch, she pulled up her tight blouse. There it was: her blubbery stomach, distended and stretched already, eager for more.

Grace slipped a finger inside her sweaty belly button and lifted it slightly, just for the pleasure of feeling it fall back into her lap with the beginnings of a thud. “Fuck!” she moaned in pleasure. She’d just been dumped by her boyfriend for getting too fat and lazy!

Grace picked up her shake, throwing off the lid and chugging it straight into her mouth. She took a fistful of fries and crammed them in as well. Then, she grabbed her belly fat while she chewed, rippling the new softness and imagining it expanding. “I want to be so fat!” she whispered to herself in the dark, deserted parking lot, switching off the interior light again and unbuttoning her pants. Down slipped her free hand as she spread her thicker legs out a little wider. No man had ever managed to pleasure her like this before.

She started repeating the words over and over to herself in-between pushing even more food down her throat: “I want to be so fat!” she moaned, feeling her stomach ache more and more.

When she came, she knew that she’d never eaten more in her life.