chapter 3

Megan went upstairs, surprised she was a little winded when she got to the top of the stairs. She went into her room and pulled off the sun dress. She looked in the mirror and was startled by how bloated her tummy was, patting it, it felt really soft and jiggled with her touch. She reached around and patted her bottom cheeks, encased in her tight panties, those too jiggled when she patted them. Oddly, Megan did not feel ashamed at her obvious weight gain, in fact she felt a little turned on watching her body jiggle in the mirror. She pulled on her shorts, feeling that they were tighter around her waist and bottom. The t-shirt felt like it was hugging her boobs!
Megan went downstairs dressed in the tight shorts and t-shirt. Martha immediately noticed her protégé was getting plumper. She could see the outline of Megan’s panties through the tight shorts and her bra strap was cutting in under her arms. Martha smiled to herself, thinking, “Little Megan is going to be nice and plump when she leaves here!”
Martha said, “Please sit down dear I have a wonderful dinner ready for us.” Martha carried in a heaping platter of spaghetti, with several rich sauces, garlic bread smothered in butter and parmesan cheese. Megan blushed as her stretched out stomach growled as she smelled the rich food. “Here Megan let me fix a plate for you.” She covered a plate in spaghetti and then a rich meat/Italian sausage sauce, then parmesan cheese. Megan just smiled and thanked Martha, “Oh thank you Martha, this looks wonderful!” She did not even blink and the huge portion she was served. Both of them dug in. Megan even managed to have a second serving, the sauce was so rich and tasty, Megan forgot about how much she was eating. Martha, after clearing, brought out a huge cheese cake and cut a massive slice for Megan and plopped it in front of her. Megan pounded it down not even realizing how many calories and fat she had just eaten.
Megan sat at the table, now beyond stuffed, seriously engorged! She felt her belly bulging and taught , the waist band of her short were digging in to her belly, the tight t-shirt was riding up! “Megan tried to stifle a burp, “Burp, oh excuse me Martha, I have made such a pig of myself tonight! I can not believe how much I ate! I’m so sorry, I hope I did not embarrass you!”
“Megan! Nonsense, you should never apologize for a good appetite! You made the cook proud tonight, dear!” Megan struggled to her feet and helped Martha carry in the plates and glasses.
Martha was in awe of her charge! Megan looked like her shorts and t-shirt were going to burst off of her. Her belly was so bloated it looked rock hard. Megan kept tugging down her t-shirt which was riding up on her engorged belly.
“Well I have work to do, I should get up to my room.” Megan started to go upstairs, she was startled that she was so full it was difficult to go up. She thought, “Oh my God, I am getting fat! I got to cut back or I am going to huge when I am done here!” “Thank you Martha for another wonderful dinner!”
Megan staggered up the stairs. Martha gleefully noticed how plump Megan’s bottom had become, now squeezed into her tight shorts.
She went to the chair and table in her room and heavily plopped down. Her short’s seam burst letting her panty clad bottom burst onto the chair. Megan reached around feeling her soft bottom bulging through the ripped seam. She almost wanted to cry, the slim and buff body she had worked on so long, now was being clad in a layer of fat in a matter of only a few days! She squeezed her plump bottom again and started to remember her “heavier” days from high school. She was a “ little plumper” on her first date with a one of lineman on the football team. She remembered “making out” with each of them squeezing the other’s plump attributes. She started to think, “Maybe putting a few pounds and enjoying myself for a change is not a bad thing.”
She pulled off the ruined shorts and worked in just her panties and t-shirt. She decided to just sleep in her panties and t-shirt. She woke up the next morning, now not even thinking about working out. She showered rubbing her still bloated belly with soap, thinking, “This isn’t so bad.” She got out of the shower and toweled off. She looked at her jeans and thought, “Naw, I’m sure they will be too tight.” She grabbed another sun dress, put on a bra and a pair of panties, both feeling tighter.
She padded downstairs to another fat and calorie packed breakfast prepared by Martha. She ate everything put in front of her and then left to work at the courthouse.
Megan arrived at the courthouse hot and sweaty. The clerk she sat next to insisted that Megan have a big glass of sweet tea to cool herself off. Megan downed it and then another. At ten sharp, break time and lots of pastries for Megan and the clerk to indulge in. Then back to Martha’s to be stuffed like a goose with a huge rich lunch. Back to the courthouse, more sweet tea, cookies and snacks, then to Martha’s B&B for a huge rich dinner!
Had Megan had access to a scale she would have been shocked. Her dormant fat cells which had shrunk down as Megan worked out since her early college days, were now “filling” back up. Her body “remembered” her plumper form and the inches and pounds were rapidly piling on! Megan had gained fifteen pounds in just the first few days in Winterville. She was up to one hundred and twenty pounds, the most she had weighed since freshman year!
Megan soon found herself with a very limited selection of clothes. Her, jeans and most skirts were tight and some obscenely so! Her panties and bras fit but getting tighter by the day, the three sun dresses were about all she had left that fit with reasonably modesty. The blouses she brought, were now so tight the buttons pulled leaving gaps showing off Megan’s increasingly large tummy and boobs.
She finally finished her work at the courthouse and was starting to call on farmers to lease land. She thought maybe she could start to lose some weight, not drinking sweet tea and snacking at the courthouse and being stuffed by Martha at every meal.
The first farm house she called on were friends of Martha’s, Jill and Sam. Megan knocked and called, “Excuse me, Jill, it’s me Megan from the Wind Company, I called about coming out to talk to you.” She heard a pleasant voice call out, “Yes Megan I am expecting you, do come in!” Megan opened the screen door and walking, getting hit in her bottom by the spring pulling the door closed.