Chapter 1

Trixie shifted uncomfortably, trying futilely to alleviate some of the pressure from the seat belt cutting mercilessly into her protruding belly.

Justin turned to glance at her as she squirmed, taking her in for just a second too long before his eyes flitted back to the road.

“What?” he asked, gesturing towards her lap. “Eat your snack.”

The ‘snack’ in question was enough fast food for two, one greasy bag emptied entirely of its extra large triple patty combo and one still mostly accounted for except for a few handfuls of fries. Trixie held one bag in her lap, or the little of it that remained after the protrusion of her gut, and the other bag, its contents devoured in just a few minutes, was crumpled at her feet.

“I’m not hungry,” she muttered grouchily.

As usual, Justin had insisted that she required meal-sized snacks on any outing they had. Whether it was a 5-minute ride to the grocery store or a 20-minute drive to a restaurant, he seemed to be convinced her strength would wane if she rode in a car without packing herself full of greasy calories, and his logic was starting to have the intended aftereffects. Trixie's seatbelt was now painfully tight and cut into her fleshy swollen gut so deeply that its fatty sphere was transformed into a flabby double belly, the lower half of the seatbelt made nearly invisible after being swallowed by her mass.

The seatbelt was completely invisible to Trixie of course, who could see little over the massive shelf of her cleavage. The comparatively tiny sports bras she contorted herself into were comically unequipped for the role, and her jiggling breasts spilled over the tops of her low-cut shirts obscenely, wobbling rhythmically alongside the rest of her whenever they hit a pothole. Her more than ample cleavage was bisected by the seatbelt's upper half, and the combination of the tight belt across her gut and chest pushed her bulging fat to protrude from her tiny, skin-tight tops at every possible angle.

As they drove, the manufactured lower roll caused by her too-tight seatbelt was entirely bare, the tank top she wore creeping upward until her jiggly pale belly was free to undulate as it wished while resting upon her plump thighs. Lately, she'd been feeling more and more uncomfortable every time she squeezed herself into the passenger seat, and she knew Justin was beginning to take notice. She felt her thick, ever-inflating thigh encroaching the edges of the cars fabric seats despite how firmly they were pressed together, and lately, when she’s had a little too much to eat, she's had to suck in with all her might to yank the seatbelt over her swell and force it closed. Justin had been taking her on little errands more and more often, and just last week mentioned that she would be in the market for a seat belt extender soon, much to her chagrin despite the lustful glint in his eye.

She sighed, placing her hand on the side of her gut and wincing at how far her tubby fingers sunk into the fat.

“What?” Justin repeated, genuine concern softening his tone. “Are you ok baby? What do you mean you're not hungry, what's wrong? Do you feel sick?”

Trixie rolled her eyes, grabbing her extra large soda to take a sip despite the way it contradicted her next statement.

“I’m not always hungry,” she insisted, frowning. “And I'm not sick just because I’m not hungry, I’m just not hungry.”

Justin smiled, turning to catch her eye for a moment before Trixie whipped her head away defiantly.

“So you have an attitude,” he surmised, a chuckle clearly poised just on the edge of his words. “Is my baby grumpy? Why are you grumpy baby, tell me.”

“I’m not grumpy,” Trixie fired back. “I’m just not hungry.”

“Why not?” Justin asked, still grinning.

Trixie narrowed her eyes at the grin, furious at the knowledge that he was enjoying this.

“Because I’m just not,” she repeated, her voice hardening.

“But why are you not,” Justin asked, the teasing tone that always reared its head as he fed her seeping into the edges of his voice. “What happened that made you not hungry?”

“I already ate,” Trixie retorted quickly, then immediately frowned as Justin's smile grew. Dammit, she thought.

“Already ate what?” Justin asked casually, feigning innocence.

Trixie sighed again, more loudly this time. “I already ate enough,” she muttered. “I’m full.”

“Well, what exactly did you have?” Justin asked, turning to look at her head on as he brought the car to a stop at a light. “What all did you eat to make you so full?”

Trixie squirmed under the pressure of his gaze, his good looks and intensity still enough to make her feel butterflies after the 3 years they'd been together. It was hard for her to tell him no in general, but impossible when he weaponized those eyes.

“I had a burger and fries and some onion rings,” she muttered, her face growing a light shade of red.

“And that's all you ate today?” Justin asked, still staring her down.

There was a silence as the flame of Trixie's blush expanded, and she found herself fumbling for words until the light changed and Justin fixed his attention back on the road.

“And I had breakfast before I left,” she finally eked out, nervously tugging at the fabric of the seat belt buried in her gut as if it would magically expand to accommodate her.

“What did you have for breakfast?” Justin asked casually.

Trixie tugged at the constricting seat belt with even more rapt attention, hoping to seem as if she somehow hadn't heard him. He knew exactly what she’d had for breakfast that day, he’d prepared every component of the feast and watched her while she scarfed it down to make sure she finished every single bite.

“Trixie,” Justin chided cloyingly, his brilliant smile widening even further. “Answer me. What did you have for breakfast?”

Trixie squeezed her eyes shut, the familiar embarrassment about how much of a glutton she’d become rising in her chest despite her now daily gorges. It was one thing to cram all that food down her throat, to feel her gut getting bigger and bigger as she watched her flabby arms reach for bite after oversized bite, it was one thing to let Justin feed her and fondle her flab until she can’t possibly take another bite, but to actually recount the unbelievable volume of calories, grease, carbs, and sugar she took down in one sitting was too much, even for her.

“Trixie,” Justin warned, his smile easing into a smirk and a playful warning entering his tone.

“Fine,” Trixie blurted....



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