Chapter 20 - the work week - monday - part 1

The alarms blared, and they both rolled out of bed like they could use another few hours of sleep. She was glad that her stomach had deflated a bit so he wouldn’t be able to tell that she snuck a feeding last night. She also noted there was just a little bit more of her everywhere. And immediately remembered that she needed the bathroom.

He washed up as soon as she emerged from it. While he was getting ready, she went about her usual routine of going into the kitchen to make herself a bowl of cereal. Instead of the medium mixing bowl, she used last week, she decided to live it up and grab the large one and poured about 3/4ths of a box of special k in it. Then she started pouring a quart of heavy cream in. She thought half of it would suffice but poured the whole thing in when she realized it would fit. She left the empty carton on the counter, wanting him to see it as he passed through.

Letting that sit for a minute, she went and changed into her usual work clothes. It was really slightly different casual wear, but she knew it would be tight and wanted to put on a little show for him before leaving. It was a little cinch-y at the sleeves, and the pants were essentially a second skin now. There was far more muffin top than there was muffin at this point, but she was going to rip out of these by the end of the day, and she wanted him to see it before she converted the overtaxed fabric to tatters. She went back to the counter in the kitchen and started eating her cereal, standing up, especially because she was about one casual squat away from rip city.

He came out all ready to go and stopped to admire her in the kitchen. He looked her up and down, remembering her fitting comfortably into the clothes she was now uncomfortably confined in. He smiled, and they caught each other's eye. Staring deep into him, she lifted the bowl, just gulping the cream. Her eyes darting to the empty quart of cream, a nod then back at him, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips as she pulled the bowl away from her face and seductively licked the cream mustache from her upper lip. She set the bowl down and started lightly caressing her belly through the stretched material, and in the sexiest voice she could muster, said, “Have a good day at work, darling.” Her eyes slowly lowering to his crotch and then back up to his face. “I already can’t wait for you to be home.”

He quickly crossed the room, pulled her soft body into his with a hand at her lower back, kissed her passionately, then pulled away and said, “nor can I.” He pulled away and took one last long look, then turned and left out the garage.

She worked through her cereal as she heard him pull away and then grabbed her phone. She checked the tracking on her delivery, and it said it was out for delivery, which meant it could be tonite, for all she knew. She went back to her cereal, and just when she was drinking up the last of the cream, she heard the abrupt double knock of the delivery man, and she could barely contain her excitement.

She rushed to the door, feeling not only that she was definitely carrying more weight on her but that her whole body jiggled wildly when she rushed.

She opened the door and heard several rips occur when she bent over to grab her packages. One at the shirt’s stitching on the side of her belly, and then three places on her pants, one right at the seat, and both of the seams along the top of her thighs. It felt so good to have the pressure release that she couldn’t wait for the rest to rip off.

She pulled the boxes inside and impatiently ripped them open. She set the pregnancy pillow on the bed, lined up all of the toys on the kitchen counter, threw all of the clothes into the wash (they were 4 sizes larger than what she was wearing now, however ambitious her gaining was, they were still going to be quite large on her), and came back into the kitchen to figure out how she wanted to plan her day.

Breakfast had put something in her stomach, but her next order of business needed to be filling it up to maintain her 5 day overfilled experiment. With that, she grabbed another case of Boost and a 6-pound tub of weight gain powder from one of her hiding places. She grabbed the 2-gallon tank feeder and got to work. This time however she used the blender to make the mixture a little smoother. She worked it together over 4 batches in the blender. Knowing there was still room in the tank from last night, she added about 2 quarts of heavy cream to the mix instead of the pint that she added last night. She got it all into the tank with some room to spare and then carefully took it into the bedroom and set it on her nightstand. She then walked back into the kitchen to get one of her toys. She was super excited to try out the remote-controlled one that she could leave in that would rest on her c#&t and g-spot. Grabbing it, she realized that she would have to struggle past the tight pants to get it in. Then she just stopped, put her feet together, and reached down to touch her toes. The pressure of her ass fat on the pants spread the small rip in the seat of her pants from the waistband in the back all the way around to her crotch. “There we go,” she said to herself and grabbed the toy and remote. She turned it on and tested the remote. It worked perfectly, so she shut it off and went back into the bedroom.

She climbed into bed, setting up all of her pillows how she wanted it, then reached down to insert the toy through the rip at her crotch. In leaning forward, the rip along the side of her shirt spread to the hem with her belly bunched up. She was already excited, feeling her fat cause such a ruckus upon clothes that so recently fit. She leaned back and was already at the brink, feeling as huge as she was, with the silicone just pressing against her nerves and knowing she was mere minutes away from spending the next several hours full beyond her desires.