Chapter 10

Evie blushed harder. "Is it that bad?"

"No. I'm just quite shocked. Sorry, I didn't mean to sound alarmed. Look, maybe it's just the angle you're sitting at. It's only been a month since i last saw you."

She slowly took off her top and sat in the back seat in her underwear and looked down. She had felt herself getting chubbier. Things jiggled more when she hit speed bumps, her seatbelt squeezed in a little more. She even caught glances of her tummy in photos and the mirror, but this was the first time since swapping to baggy clothes that she properly looked at her body. There was a thick, pale roll covering her knickers completely. She poked it, pushed it in to see how far in she could. She noticed her thighs were spreading. This had to be another ten, maybe fifteen pounds.

"Hello. Carpool. Are you still with us?" Drake asked

She kneaded her belly some more. This was the results of two months of a fast diet and absolutely zero exercise, just flopping on her lap.

"Wake up!" He said, raising his voice.

She stared at the camera. "I think I got fatter."

"How is that a surprise? You have a mountain of pizza amongst other stuff, just sitting in front of you."

"But I haven't eaten it yet."

"Well, what do you normally eat?"

"Burgers, chips, waffles, milkshakes, sometimes wraps with salad." She said, counting on her fingers.

"For every meal?"

"Yes."

"Y ou know, I actually believe that."

"Ah you're mean to me."

He laughed. "You kind of deserve it. Now are you going to get that dress on? assuming it still fits."

She wrapped the latex around her, breathed in a little and zipped it up without any problem. "I don't see why it wouldn't."

"Fine, fine."

She squeezed back through to the driver seat and set the camera back up to face her, put the three pizza boxes on her lap and opened the one on top. "This looks so nice."

"Good luck."

She waved dismissively at the camera and picked up the warm, still steaming piece of pizza and took a bite.

Drake was silent as Evie demolished the first pizza. It took less than ten minutes to vanish into a fine ring of grease and crums, which stained the base of the box.

"Is that a record?"

She shrugged. "Is there a record to beat? Maybe I could beat it."

"I guess the world record would be under a minute."

She pondered. "Not impossible."

"How are you feeling?"

"Yeah i'm good. Thanks for asking."

"I meant with the food. Are you full?"

"Oh. Right. I don't think so. Do I look full?"

He paused for a moment. "I don't think you do."

"Okay, well there's your answer." She smiled at the camera, threw the empty box into the passenger footwell and opened up next to a cloud of steam, ready to have the next slice.

The next pizza vanished almost as quickly as the first. She could feel it now, her stomach creaked and bubbled, she felt her skin tightening around her waist a little, pushing into the latex. The amount of food she had consumed was excessive, but it felt strangely satisfying, plus She liked being watched. She felt vulnerable, slightly embarrassed, but that was part of the appeal.

She stuck out her tongue to the camera to show Drake her mouth was empty.

"You seem to have more energy for this." He said. "I guess the practice has helped."

She shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know, don't carbs trick your brain into thinking its still hungry?"

"Maybe to a point. But two pizzas should fill anyone."

She rubbed her stomach. "I think I'm getting full. I still feel room in the dress anyway." She said, taking a bite of cheesy garlic bread. "Well, I'm not suffocating."

"Not yet, anyway."

She smirked and finished the garlic bread. It wasn't very big and opened the last pizza box. It was cooler now and didn't steam up the car so much this time.

"Don't rush this one."

She shook her head with no intention of stopping.

A much longer time passed, the last pizza was finished and Evie was panting and trying to squeeze her stomach to force out burps. The dress was far too tight on her and she felt clammy.

"You've hit your limit again, but still determined to go on?"

She groaned and picked at the skintight dress trying in vain to stretch it out.

"Just use the zip. I promise I wont judge."

"I've only been wearing it for three quarters of an hour."

"And if you have any more you'll have to cut yourself out of it."

Evie slumped in the driver seat and rolled the back so she was lying down more. Her breathing was shallow and she stared at nothing.

"Hello. Carpool. Are you in a coma?"

"Why don't you help me out of this dress, then?"

"Not sure if you're being flirty or seriously in need of help right now?"

She replied with a burp. "I don't know either."

"I see. Not much I can do to help, really."

She grabbed at the zip and pulled. Her stuffed tight stomach bursting apart the chains of the zip as she slowly pulled it down. The clammy plastic dress opening apart as the zip came open fully, revealing the mound of swollen stomach, covered in red indentations from the material. Her naked breasts sagging to the sides.

Drake stuttered. "You actually managed to fit all that in there? and could still just about breathe?"

She said nothing and rolled over to pick up some more garlic bread, lazily trying to chew.

"I know there's no use trying to tell you to stop. But, you probably should."

Still ignoring him, she shut her eyes and chewed.

"Hello. Food coma?" he asked. No response.

Evie woke groggily, it was still dark outside, she rubbed her eyes and burped a little then poked at her phone, but nothing happened. She turned it on to see the battery had perished. Her throat was dry and rough. She bent to pick up a bottle of cola. She moved too fast, her stomach still bloated and cramped.

Rubbing her sore tummy, she drank some cola, turned the engine on and plugged her phone in. She looked out the window to work out the time. It was pitch black, still in the middle of the night.

Slowly, she rolled her seat back up a little and pulled the dress off her back. it was well stuck, so she peeled it off slowly, trying to make sure it wouldn't hurt. She couldn't be seen lying naked here if anyone came in the morning.

She wiggled around and crawled to the back seat. She felt a little better as she got to her hands and knees, where her stomach was hanging down, it didn't seem like it was compressing her organs. She held this position for a long moment before finishing the crawl to get to the boot, to find a baggy t-shirt.

Feeling less exposed, she curled up in the backseat and gently massaged her stomach, listening to the faint noises of the night time.