Luciana

Chapter 1 - Luciana

A lascivious, dark haired woman sat on the barstool, inhaling hot, steamy drumsticks, sucking the meat off the bones until her tray looked like an archaeological catastrophe.
She licked the grease off her plump fingers, gulped the last of her drink and wiggled out of her seat.
Her slab of a stomach cascaded down to her thighs and recoiled at the hips. There was broad, tautness to her abdomen that seemed to push forward into perpetual roundness as she braced her girth with one hand. Her eyes were a little glazed, her plump lips parted in satisfaction.
Luciana thundered out of the bar on dainty high heels. It was baffling how those tiny things were capable of propelling such mass.
She was as wide as Saturn, her belly compressed into a solid bulge.
Normally, she'd have been too exhausted to bother throwing her weight around but tonight, the streets wanted her.
Confidence was wasted on smaller figures. She realized this years ago when her body first started thickening as a result of her bottomless appetite.
The rock solid heaviness of a well fed stomach was irreplaceable.
Luciana took hold of her slender physique and deliberately pushed it to the point of no return, feeling her flesh collapse into rolls and bulges. It happened quicker than she thought. Her deliberate gluttony swelled into something bigger than she recognized.
It was so casual, it felt like she was supposed to mature this way.
Except she knew she was becoming insurmountable.
By the time her stomach plowed through a size 40, she'd fully committed to busting the next pair of high waisted jeans. A naturally gorgeous face now rested on top of a very supple second chin.
Softness thickened her thighs and arms to such proportions that she stood broad and wide.
Why she let herself go was baffling enough.
But one look at that labored gusto and you could tell Luciana was obsessed with taking up space.
She wanted-paradoxically-to feel tiny in her own body but tremendous in front of everyone else.
And so her stomach became an altar of excess. Her sunken belly button would wiggle across its smooth surface, sucking in air like a vacuum.
And each time she cast her eyes down at the sudden jiggle of her globular belly, her jawline ballooned.
The crease right under her chin would deepen and push the flab in ways that seemed to defy anatomy.
It felt so alien, yet so comforting. Warm, resplendent and comically inflated.
And the sheer contrast...a taut, compact figure disfigured by roundness tickled her soul beyond words.
She moved through the colorful display of urban geometry with a ridiculous propensity.
Big but deceptively nimble.
Her face jiggled in rhythm with her stomach when those massive buttery thighs swished in a criss cross pattern.
As if she didn't exude enough bloated decadence, she plumply released a trapped belch.
A long guttural regurgitation spilled through her lips as she walked. And just when she began to relax, another belch would push through her fat throat.
The bustling crowds gathered in the chill night breeze and many figures and faces drifted by.
A few larger bodies billowed in frumpy outfits, girls with a bit more paunch and chins than they cared to admit outsizing some of their friends.
Luciana remembered when she'd first started outsizing her own friend groups starting with the subtle flab under her jaw.
It was about as innocuous as her love handles and could have just easily dissolved with dieting and little exercise but no-once she felt her body adapting to her eating habits she knew it was just a matter of time before her softness thickened.
But as Luciana noticed the paunchy women passing by she realized she was no longer in the fat friend phase.
She'd already outgrown her competition, now standing in contrast to them.
Just under a year it seemed.
Luciana was truly massive.
She felt it, idling at the crosswalk beside a dozen others as cars drove by.
Once the road cleared, a lone man moved across. He had a Northface hoodie on with airpods in.
He noticed a very pronounced stomach on a very portly looking girl.
Her paunchy second chin certainly did not help her look any less distinguished.
And then, a thunderous rasp reverberated through the street.
In one swoop, an aggressive dirt bike ramped across the intersection and skimmed through the crowd, glancing the hooded pedestrian.
Luciana flinched and next thing she knew, the guy hit the ground sprawling.
Before anyone could act, two more reckless racers shot through the ranks and parsed the crosswalk thin.
Two people went to check on the guy and help him up. He seemed fine. No injuries.
They expressed disdain and profanity but Luciana kept going, looking in the direction the riders carved off.
She arrived at the lot of cars and approached a sleek yamaha with a helmet dangling from the handlebar.
She grabbed it in both of her portly palms and fit it over her head, then threw her hammy thigh over the seat and let her tremendous weight settle until the suspension barked.
Her stomach piled on but she forced her arms forward and grasped the handlebars, knocking the kickstand with her heel.
She revved the engine and waddled backwards out of the lot.
The fat girl pulled forward and coasted down to the first light, then took off into the night