Chapter 2 - part ii

For the next month, you and Alex were nearly inseparable.

She was at your door almost daily, and yet you still couldn’t get enough of her. The more time you spent with her the more she captivated you. You couldn’t deny it - you were infatuated. Maybe you were even in love.

You did everything and anything with Alex. You talked until midnight, and then some. You drank and danced for hours on end. You fell into fits of laughter together, and you never wanted them to end.

And Alex was always eating.

Alex’s appetite was as voracious as the day you met. She was never far from food, and you were more than happy to keep her satiated. When she was with you, you worked to keep her happy and full.

And you watched her grow.

It was hardly noticeable, at least at first. To your dismay Alex hadn’t been quite so bold showing off her figure since. Yet every so often you’d catch a glimpse of her tummy. Each time you did, you swore it looked just a bit softer, just a bit fuller than it had before. Alex seemed curvier, somehow more luscious now - but maybe it was just your imagination.

That was until you saw her in the tank top again.

You knocked on Alex’s door one particularly hot weekend. You waited, longer than usual - long enough to wonder if she was even home.

“Hey sorry, just give me one second…” Alex’s voice sounded rushed through the door. You heard a muffled curse and a sigh of exertion from the other side. “I’m having a bit of an issue.”

It was another minute or so before she appeared at the entryway. She hurriedly gestured for you to come in, all the while keeping carefully out of sight.

“So, I may not be able to go out. I, um, don’t think I can wear my bathing suit anymore.”

Alex averted her eyes sheepishly. For the first time in a long while you could see her figure fully, in all her glory. And your heart rushed at the sight.

She was wearing that tank top. The fabric barely made it to her belly button now. A wide stretch of her expanded midsection stood permanently exposed. The mass of it bounced ever so slightly with her steps, betraying how soft she had become.

“I need your help, and promise to tell the truth...”

Alex anxiously tugged at her tank, trying to cover her rounded middle. The fabric sprang back, leaving her stomach bare once again.

“Be honest...am I getting fat?”

In one fluid motion Alex pulled the tank top over her head, her arched back accentuating the plumpness of her tummy. She bit her lip and stared up at you with abashed eyes that drove you wild.

Alex was wearing a bikini - one she had clearly outgrown. The bottoms sunk into the softness of her hips, pulled taut by her voluptuous figure. Her chest overfilled her top and threatened to burst out at any moment. And in between them, her stomach ballooned forward in a prominent, sultry curve.

You were left speechless.

“Do you think this bathing suit is too small for me?” she frowned. “Do I look too chubby?”

You assured her that she looked fantastic. And you genuinely meant it.

“You’re right, I’m probably just overreacting. I ate *so* much today, I’m feeling bloated.”

Alex smiled playfully, her nerves easing. She followed your eyes down to her belly and glanced back up tantalizingly.

“Are you sure you don’t mind this?”

She grabbed a handful of her pudgy middle and gave it a gentle shake. She giggled at your expression. You were entranced.

“I’m glad you seem to appreciate how thick I’ve gotten.”

Alex sauntered closer to you, her full hips swaying. Your breath caught. With heavy-lidded eyes she looked up at you and bit her lip.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to fatten me up…”

She leaned in, rising up on her toes.

“Might as well embrace it,” she whispered, and she kissed your cheek.

Alex laughed and strolled away, all the while beaming at your dumbfounded expression.

“Let’s put this bathing suit to use.” She patted her tummy emphatically. “And grab some ice cream, it’s hot out there.”