chapter 7

Greg stood on the porch, mouth hanging and eyes wide. He cleared his throat, "Hi....ummm...I guess you forgot I was stopping? Do you.....is it easier for me to just come back another time?"

Phoebe saw his eyes fixed on her stuffed gut. She searched for any words to say at all. "No no. I'm sorry....just....erhm...got caught up in something. You can come in. I'm just....going to change really quickly."

She wasn't sure if he had pieced together that she had busted out of the clothes she was wearing, but her face still grew red with humiliation knowing that he was seeing her at her absolute biggest.

Greg was visually taking in the gut, yeah. But he was also noting the ripped buttons on her open shirt, the burst pants with her belly pushing over top of them, and the red stretchmarks starting to form on the bottom of her stomach. She looked even more like a cow than she did the other day. Did she eat herself to this point? That her blouse had ripped open? God, he hoped so, that would be so hot.

He wanted to apologize for the other day. But he wanted more to find out what the hell was going on here, with Phoebe's exposed gut greeting him at the door. "Sure. I'll wait in the living room if you want to go change. I was hoping to talk about the diner incident."

The pair went inside. Phoebe headed straight upstairs to change.

Greg wandered into the living room. The place was clean, but holy shit the sitting area was trashed. His eyes scanned over the wreckage. Empty pizza boxes, another empty box from the same pizza place, empty zebracake box with all the wrappers stuffed inside it, a drained and flattened 2 liter bottle of Pepsi.

"Fuck. Holy Fuck. This girl has to be purposely fattening herself up. This is 3 days worth of calories," he thought. His dick became rock hard instantly. This naughty girl could have been intentionally filling herself with fat and trying to keep it a secret. Maybe he'd play along.

Hearing Pheobe's footsteps coming down the stairs, Greg made every effort to make it seem like he hadn't noticed the proof of her greedy appetite. He saw that she had changed into sweatpants that were clearly baggy at one point, but clung to her thick thighs now. The ripped shirt had been replaced by a t-shirt. Her round belly wobbled up and down, too filled with food to properly jiggle. Greg was going insane, beyond aroused thinking about how much food she had stuffed into that gut before he had arrived.

She came in silently and cleared the coffee table of boxes, and her chubby arms carried then to the kitchen. She returned and sat on the far end of the couch.

Greg took that as his cue to sit, and chose a spot on the opposite end of the couch. He didn't want to be too far away from her...just in case. "I wanted to apologize for the things I said the other day. I was just trying to relay a message, but I think I took it too far."

Pheobe shook her head. "No it's okay. It's really fine. I want to say sorry for leaving like that. I had....confusing emotions, and I couldn't deal. Not then." She flashed back to that day and how turned on she had gotten when Greg had torn into her for her weight. She wanted more of that. No. She needed it. Propping herself up on a pillow, she slyly placed a hand on the bottom of her gut. Just as if her hand was naturally resting there....as far as he knew, at least.

There was a long pause as the two just sat there. Greg glanced at Phoebe and saw that she had adjusted position, stuffed gut pushed forward onto her thick thighs. That shirt fit, sure, but barely. He could see the outline of a deep belly button and how round she was, the fabric clinging tightly to every inch of her stomach. Her hand was slowly rubbing the bottom of her belly. Holy hell this girl was going to make his brain explode. All Greg wanted was to reach out and wobble her stuffed tummy while chastising her for eating so much and growing so big. Would she like that? Why did she stuff herself so full? Was she trying to get fatter? Could he really get that lucky? He needed answers. "What does confusing emotions mean?"

Phoebe's mind raced. Should she lie? Greg was not a dumb man. He could see what she did to herself today, and she knew it. Maybe the best chance for more humiliation would be coming clean and telling him that she's doing this on purpose now, and she would only get fatter...