Chapter 2 - charity's fall

Charity watched her go and as Shelly left the room Charity’s eyes fell to a single twinkie at the edge of the bed. It must have been dropped and forgotten. She grimaced as she used both hands to press in on both sides of her massive girth. Little to no give. There was so much in her, but surely there was room for one more. It was just a twinkie. She had come this far, had to see it through.
And with that, before her belly could protest, she struggled to all fours and began to crawl again towards the edge of bed. Panty-clad ass in the air. Her belly, now completely free of her pants, hung down. so heavy and full of cookies and cakes it jiggled only slightly with each motion. She snatched the final twinkie and crammed it into her waiting mouth. She struggled to swallow. Her stomach lurching with the thought of even one more sweet. She felt nauseous, completely bloated, but she wanted it. Needed it. And down it went. Reaching down with one hand she held her stuffed belly, feeling it swell outwards a fraction of an inch. So big now.
Charity gave another groan and low grunt as she collapsed back onto the bed and heard the frayed seams of her panties pop.. Her cute pouty lips formed a perfect O as she watched her belly drop just a tad lower. “…naughty belly...guess these won’t be much use anymore, you're not going to let me fit in them anyway are you?” She opened her mouth to say more, but was cut short by a series of burps.
With that, she got to her knees and began to slowly thrust her ample ass out. The panties stretched, popped, and then began to scream in protest as her perky ass easily filled, then over-filled her panties causing one seam after another to bust loudly. Charity closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip, and slowly bent forward until with a long final rip, her panties tore along the side and fell limply to the bed.
Relief, sweet relief, as her gut dropped and expanded another fraction of an inch outward before taking on its’ natural round shape. “So much better.” Her gut gurgled somewhere deep inside and Charity whimpered. “I’m gonna pop. I’m such a fucking pig.” She licked her lips and tasted the sweet remains left there as she undid her bra. It didn’t come easy. The hooks had been pulled tight, but she eventually wrestled them free. Instantly, her big jugs expanded outward eager to fill her shirt. Her blouse buttons creaked, as gaps formed in between, and stress lines began to form. She attempted to adjust the collar and sleeves, but it didn’t help. The bottom third of each breast could be seen peeking out from under the hem of her lifted blouse.
She knew there would be no going back now.
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This was just a crazy one shot I wrote long ago. I cleaned it up and decided to post it. Please let me know if you like it. I always love comments. Thank you for taking the time to read my work and I hope you enjoy it.