chapter 3

A little while later, she finishes the last of the pizza. She sucks the crumbs from her fingers and rests her hands on her pudgy stomach. “God, that stuff was sooo good!” “I’m glad you liked it!” “Liked it? I LOVED it! I still don’t know how you guys make it that good!” I smile at her enthusiasm. “Hey,” she continues, “would you mind taking these boxes to the recycling again?” “Oh, yeah, sure.” “Thanks!” I grab the multitude of boxes and take them to outside. Once I get there, I notice that, even though recycling was picked up yesterday, there are still several boxes in there already.

Once I get back, the night continues on as normal. We decide to put on a shitty movie and make fun of it. At some point in the night, she scoots closer to me, and I get the sense she wants to cuddle. Is that what she wants? Fuck, I don’t want to seem presumptuous. Plus, it’s too soon for us to start cuddling. Wait, why is she scooting away? Oh fuck, did I mess things up? Why is she leaning over? Oh...

We continue watching the movie, her head now resting on my shoulder. I guess she’s just too tall to lean on my shoulder regularly, so it made sense she had to lean over. She lets some of her hair fall behind my shoulder. It’s so soft. I can see her smiling.

After the movie, I have to head home. “Can’t you stay a little longer?” “Nah, it’s almost midnight. I don’t wanna muck up my sleep schedule.” “Fair enough. When are you free again next week?” “Um...I’ll have to wait till I get my schedule. I guess I’ll tell you in class next week.” “Oh yeah, sure! I’ll see you then.” I bite my lip, “Actually, why don’t I give you my number? That way I can call you when I get my schedule.” Her face lights up, “Oh yeah, sure! That sounds great!”

We exchange numbers, and just as I’m about to leave, “I almost forgot, here’s your tip!” She hands me $10. “Oh, you don’t have to-“ “No, I insist! You earned it!” “I just...” I smile, “...Thanks.” “No problem! Be sure to call me once you get your schedule!” “Sure thing! See you on Monday!” “See you!” I drive home for the night.

It’s Monday, the first day of my 12 week class with Sarah. I’m honestly kind of excited. I choose a seat near the back of the class. Pretty soon, she walks in, and wouldn’t you know it, she’s put on even MORE weight. The moment she sees me, she runs over to me, her large belly jiggling in the process.

At this point, she’s actually crossed the boundary from extremely curvy to downright fat. The difference is oddly subtle, yet at the same time very obvious. Her shape isn’t much different than it was on Thursday, yet at the same time she looks so much bigger. I think the biggest change has to be in her belly, which now appears to be actively competing with her boobs to stick out the farthest. I almost can’t believe it’s the same girl from 3 weeks ago!

She walks up to my seat and crouches down. I catch a glance of her tits hanging down before she grabs me and pulls me into a hug. “Peter!” she exclaims. Despite her crouching, my face still presses against her now officially fat belly. She continues, “It’s so good to see you again!” “What are you talking about, you saw me a few days ago?” I respond chuckling. “I know, but it feels so much longer!” She releases me from her soft embrace and takes a seat next to me. “Well, if I’m being honest, I missed you, too,” I say, blushing. She smiles at me.

We sit through class, listening to some boring lecture about the syllabus and class requirements. I notice Sarah glancing at me a few times throughout class. I also notice her stomach grumbling multiple times. Once class is over, I ask her if she wants to come with me to get some lunch. “Oh my god, YES! I am STARVING!” she exclaims, her stomach growling in agreement. “Cool! What do you say, the campus cafe?” “I didn’t know we had a cafe. Yeah, sure!”

We head over to the cafe together. I order a hot dog, a bag of chips, and a cup of orange slices. Sarah, having a much more generous appetite, gets herself 3 hot dogs, 2 bags of chips, a pudding cup, and 2 bananas. We both take a seat, and she eagerly digs into the assortment of food she’s picked out. “Mmmh! Oh my god!” She exclaims, surprise in her voice, “This is SHO GOOD!! Why didn’t you tell me about the food they had here sooner?” “What are you talking about? It’s just normal food.” “Are you insane? Thish shtuff is AMAZING! It’sh almost ash good ash the pizza!”

“Hmm...” I ponder. “What’s up?” she asks, finishing off her first hot dog. “What if, maybe everything just tastes better to you now for some reason?” She thinks about it for a moment, “Honeshtly, that ish a posshibility. [GULP] I never brought it up before, but for some reason, my cereal started tasting REALLY good. But I never brought it up cuz...I mean, I don’t want so sound crazy for saying ‘these new bran flakes taste amazing!’” I chuckle, “Well, I suppose that is pretty strong evidence, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who likes bran flakes.” I joke. “Hey, it was all the breakfast food I had left! [MMH] But, I guess the trade off is that none of the food I eat is very filling anymore.” “That seems like a great trade off! Now you can eat even more delicious food!” She smiles, “I guess you’re right, that is a pretty good trade off! [MMH] God thish ish SHO good!”

Before long, she finishes her hefty lunch order. We both actually finish around the same time, but the big difference is she had about 3 times as much food. “Ah, that was good,” she says, her hand on her big tummy, “you wanna come up with me to grab seconds?” she asks before standing up, her belly once again jiggling. “Um...sure!” I respond. I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised she’s still hungry.

We go back up to order more food. She gets 3 more hot dogs, 3 slices of pizza, 4 burgers, and another bag of chips. When we go up to pay for the food, she realizes something, “Hey, Pete, you forgot to grab something for yourself.” “Oh, I’m not really hungry.” Grinning, she responds, “so, you went up just to hang out with me?” I blush, “y-yeah, kinda...” After paying for her food, she holds my hand, and we walk back to the table together. My face goes red blushing.

She soon finishes her food and we go back up for even more. Each time, she grabs a larger and larger serving. In the end, our theory about her appetite is confirmed, as she ends up devouring about as many calories as are in 10 boxes of pizza (not that anyone was keeping track), enjoying each and every bite. “Ah, that was so good!” she says contentedly, hands on her bloated belly. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself!” I say cheerily. “We should do this again sometime!” she exclaims, a smile on her face as she looks down at me.

“I’d like that. What do you say after class on Wednesday?” “Yea—oh, fuck, I can’t, I’m out of town! I’m going to a concert with a friend that day!” “Really? On the first week of English class?” “I know, I know, but my friend and I have wanted to go to this concert for a really long time! If you want, though, you could come along with us?” “I wish I could, but I have work that day.” “You sure you can’t get someone to cover your shift?” “Not on such short notice, no.” “Fuck! Well, how about this? What’s your work schedule this week?” “Um...I believe Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Why?” “When does the Saturday shift end?” “Um...I believe 8 PM.” “Great! I’ll order a pizza around 7:30, and you can hang out with me right afterwards!” “Sure! Sounds good to me!” “Awesome! I’m heading back to my dorm right now, I’ll see you on Saturday!” “Okay, see you!” I say cheerily.

Just after she gets up, she hesitates for a second. “H-hey, Pete, do you...want a quick hug before I go?” She asks, biting her lip. I blush once again, “Um, y-yeah, sure!” I respond, slightly nervous. I stand up and wrap my arms around her fat waist, before she pulls me tighter into the embrace. My chin rests on her belly whilst my face is pressed against her cleavage. God, I hope nobody’s looking. To no surprise, she’s much softer than she was last we hugged. After a probably way too long hug, she releases me from her hold and we part ways.


That Saturday, sure enough, we get an order for 10 pizzas, with the customer insistent that I bring them to her. They told her that I was busy with another delivery, but she said she’d be fine waiting. Once I get back from the delivery, I’m handed 10 pizzas and given the familiar address of a familiar redhead. What happened when I arrived, however, was nothing short of a surprise. “Pizza delivery for [ERGGH] Sarah Matthews!” I say, struggling to hold all ten boxes for her. I hear loud footsteps, before a gentle open of the door and Sarah softly saying “Come on in.” My view is clouded by the pizza boxes, so I can’t see her yet. I do, however, notice that the lights in her apartment are much dimmer than usual. I place the boxes on her coffee table, and when I turn around to see her, I’m very surprised by what I see.

The first thing I notice is her weight. It’s been 4 weeks since I first saw her, and since then she’s gone from very very skinny to very very fat. Her boobs had put up a good fight, but it appears her belly has finally won in the battle to stick out the furthest. She’s also become quite wide. I can’t even really say she has a muffin top anymore, I think it now just qualifies as a big, fat side-belly. Whatever food they had at that concert, she must’ve really gone to town on it.

I said the first thing I noticed was her weight. Shortly after that, I notice that she’s not wearing any pants, or a shirt. She’s wearing red lingerie, and it seems quite snug on her. I also notice that the room is lit not by lights, but by candles, which would explain the dimness.