chapter 2

Marge headed over to Sara’s house. Marge, who is quite plump herself was only wearing a house dress over panties and a bra. She knocked on Sara’s door. I took a couple of minutes for Sara to answer the door. She opened it, she saw Marge and opened the door, “Please come in, Marge” she said breathlessly.

Marge was stunned. Sara had ballooned over the winter. Her once ample breasts were now huge, resting on a large, protruding pot belly, that jiggled with Sara’s every move.
Sara turned around to lead Marge into the living room, Marge almost gasped at the size of Sara’s bottom. I t jiggled up and down as Sara waddled into the living room. She sat down heavily on the couch as motioned to Marge to sit opposite her in another chair. Marge was in awe of Sara’s belly, it pushed her legs apart it was so big.

Marge started to speak, but Sara held up her hand, and said, “ I ‘m sure you are here to find out why and how, I have become so fat.” Marge just nodded. Sara started nibbling on some candies that were in bowls all around the living room, she motioned to Marge to have some too, which she did.

She patted her big belly and said, “This was not an accident, or a side effect of emotional eating or anything like that. I really wanted to gain all this and more.” She said. Marge’s jaw dropped. She did grab another handful of candy and continued to listen to the earnest young woman. Sara began again., “I started my new job here, right after I arrived. I call on small restaurants for food sales. They are all mom & pop operations, mostly moms.”
She continued, “Most of my customers, therefore are women, and they are all quite heavy from years of working around food, raising families etc. They did not like me much at all. But I began to appreciate where they were coming from. I also began to admire their lifestyle, eating habits and even their bodies. I decided that if I was going to be successful in my chosen career, I would need to make some changes.”

Marge had finished her candy bowl, Sara place another one in front of her and smiled.
She asked, “ Would you stay for dinner? I eat alone all the time, it would be nice to have some company for a change.” Marge smiled and answered “I be delighted to.” She seemed to have forgotten that she had just finished a large meal with Bill not a half hour ago.

Sara struggled to her feet, and waddled into the kitchen, she got a large pan out of the oven and placed it on the kitchen table, along with plates, a bottle of wine, glasses, etc.
She and Marge sat down. The pan was a huge lasagna, she piled a plate full and handed it to Marge, who did not protest in the least about the huge portion she had been served.
Sara filled another plate for herself. They both dug into the rich dish. Sara poured glasses of wine and continued her story.

“ I decided late last summer, to start gaining weight. I started to wear more conservative clothes I even padded myself to call on some of my “larger” customers. I began to deliberately over eat. It was hard at first, but soon I became used to eating more and more.” Sara refilled both of their plates and refilled the wine glasses. “I ate out as often as I could, which was nearly all the time. I also bought a lot of takeout too. I never refused meals at any of my customers restaurants, even if I had just finished a meal.” She burped, excused herself, and went on, “ My co-workers, most of whom are all overweight too, encouraged me to eat also. Working at a food brokerage, there is always tons of food around, so even when I was in the office doing paper work there was plenty of food to eat. I really started to gain, I out grew most of my clothes right around Halloween. I gained twelve pounds eating all the extra candy I bought. I have a terrible sweet tooth. The parties around the holidays helped too. I ate four thanksgiving dinners!,” she giggled, “I thought I would explode before I got home. I also stopped exercising and the more I gained the lazier I have become.”

Sara burped again and so did Marge, they both giggled, Sara refilled there plates finishing up the huge pan, she refilled the wine glasses and opened another bottle. Sara patted her now very bloated belly, adjusted her panties, spread her legs out more to allow her belly to bulge forward relieving the pressure. Marge’s house dress now was tight, she did not realize how much she was eating, she knew she was very hungry and in rapt awe listening to how Sara had become so fat.

Sara began her story again, “The more I gained the more I enjoyed myself,” she giggled, “I had never imagined how much fun getting fat would be. I sometimes would over eat with much too small clothes on just to burst the seems on them.” She giggled again.
I would lay around my house on weekends, in my panties and bra just eating to my hearts content during January and February. I started in March buying my underwear and clothes are large women’s stores. They would be shocked when I would come in only weeks later to get even bigger sizes.

Sara struggled to her feet, her amazing belly bulged out several inches farther in front of her, she lovingly patted it, now too distended to jiggle. She waddled over to the freezer and got out two five quart tubs of ice cream, several bags of M&M’s, chocolate chips, walnuts and pecans. She piled the candy in the middle of the table, and cleared the dinner plates away, she put large mixing bowls at her place and in front of Marge.

Sara and Marge started in on the ice cream and candy, they gorged themselves on the rich desert. It took nearly an hour to finish everything. It was now nearly ten o’clock, just then there was a popping sound and a scattering sounds. Marge looked down, her once merely plump belly was now huge, bloating out on to her ample thighs. The buttons of her house dress had let go scattering all over Sara’s kitchen. Marge burped and blushed, she leaned back in the chair her huge belly nearly stuck under the table. Sara got up, she went to the sink picked up a clean wash cloth and brought it over to Marge, she wiped the ice cream off of Marge’s face and off the top of her belly and breasts. She said, “Well it is time I get you home to Bill,” she giggled, “We need to show him your