chapter 2 full of it

Danielle could feel her puffed out belly pressing into the desk drawer as she killed time on her computer after school. It had been about a month since the night she stuffed herself full of birthday cake, and while she hadn't stuffed herself again since then, she had been secretly munching on junk food ever since. She enjoyed eating whatever she wanted despite her mother's objections. She had also stopped going to the gym entirely. Her body wasn't handling her new lifestyle changes very well; she had put on almost 10 pounds in a little over a month. She wasn't too worried, though - she was still thin. It must not have been too noticeable because nobody had said anything about it to her, not even her best friends, Amber and Justine. Well, nobody except her disapproving mother, of course. Danielle was now spending almost all of her time at home locked in her room in an effort to avoid that witch.

Just then, an email popped up from her friend Justine with "check this out - free tickets" in the subject line. Intrigued, Danielle clicked on it, which brought up a very loud video of a very fat couple having sex. As she hurriedly tried to close the window, she could see their fatty parts flailing about as the woman rested on all fours with the man taking her from behind. Danielle managed to shut the video off before too long, but the disturbing images were burned into her head. She had to laugh - she should have known better than to trust Justine the prankster. She sent a mock angry text to her friend, scolding her for playing such a dirty prank.

With Halloween coming up, Danielle decided to browse the internet for costume ideas, though she was paying more attention to her new potbelly than to what was on the screen. She scrolled through the usual nurse and witch outfits before coming across a goofy pizza costume. It wasn't much more than a giant circle with a few cheap-looking toppings sewn on, but Danielle lingered on it. She played with the little extra belly flesh she had acquired over the last month and daydreamed about the night she had stuffed herself. She had felt such a rush of excitement that night, but was nervous about doing it again. After all, girls aren't supposed to eat like that, right? Despite her reservations, the feeling of being completely filled up came rushing back to her and her stomach began to rumble faintly. She couldn't fight the urge anymore; she had to feel it again. Her lips curled into a smile as she stared at the pizza costume on the screen.

Danielle's mother came home later that afternoon and noticed that her daughter's door was opened just slightly at the end of the hall. This was surprising to see because Danielle had been locking herself in her room everyday after school for the last few weeks. She curiously approached the door, wondering if Danielle was even home.

"Danielle?" she called, pushing the door open slowly. She saw her daughter in bed under the covers with her hair clumsily covering her face. On the floor next to the bed was an empty pizza box.

"Why did you order pizza?" she asked. "There's still plenty of leftovers in the refrigerator." Danielle didn't respond.

"And I specifically told you not to give Brian pizza," the angry mother continued. "Now he's never going to eat his dinner."

"I didn't give him any," Danielle mumbled. She sounded terrible.

"What? Speak up, I can't even understand you," her mother responded. "And why are you in bed? It's the middle of the day." She pulled the covers off Danielle and gasped at what she saw - her daughter slouched on the mattress with her arms cradling her grossly distended stomach that looked like it was trying to burst out of her shirt. She was laying on her side with her hard, food-packed gut laying out on the bed in front of her. Her swollen belly seemed far too large for the rest of her body and she even looked like she was sick.

"I said I didn't give any to Brian," Danielle repeated slightly louder, though still mumbling. "I ate it all myself."

"Are you ***ing serious?" Danielle's mom shrieked, genuinely concerned about the situation. "Oh my god, Danielle, what the hell did you do to yourself?"

Danielle didn't respond, she just laid lazily on the bed.

Her mother was shocked by what she was seeing. She had watched her daughter put on some weight over the last few weeks, but nothing like this. This was unbelievable. She was disgusted by her daughter's gluttonous behavior.

"I'm sure you're doing this to spite me, but you're ruining your body, Danielle, I hope you realize that. How long is this little faze of yours going to last?"

No reply.

"Well, don't expect me to buy you all new clothes when you can't fit into these ones anymore," her mother said angrily. "Do you hear me, Danielle?"

Danielle remained silent on the bed.

"I know you think this is all fun and games now but someday soon you're going to come home crying because the kids at school are making fun of you for being fat. Is that what you want? To be the fat girl that everyone picks on?"

Danielle finally turned her head and faced her mother. She wanted to tell her off, and to say that it was her body and she could do whatever she wanted with it. But she didn't get to say any of those things, because the second she opened her mouth her body reacted by unleashing a loud, rumbling belch.

"Oh god," her mother said as she turned away in disgust and made her way out of the room. "That's disgusting."

Danielle just laid her head back down on the pillow. She had never burped so loud in her life. What was happening to her? Why did she like this so much? Her body had changed a lot over these past few weeks, and she loved it. But as she laid there cradling her stomach, feeling so insanely stuffed that she was in a bit of pain, she felt even better than before. It felt so right.

As she ran a hand over her hard, extended belly, Danielle reached her other hand inside her pants and rubbed herself lightly through her panties. She thought about what her mother had said, about becoming the fat girl at school, and a wave of arousal washed over her. She pictured herself as a big fat girl waddling through the halls of her high school with a double chin and a full, round belly bouncing around. The other kids were staring at her and snickering, some even puffing out their cheeks to mock her. Danielle had never found fat to be anything but a turn off, but as she pictured the image of her waddling down the halls, she felt a twinge of excitement run through her. Why did all of this turn her on so much all of a sudden? Even if she wanted to deny it she couldn't, the feelings were clearly there. Somehow she had become the type of person who daydreamed about being a heifer and got horny thinking about it.

She repositioned her hand inside her panties and slid her fingers into herself, this time picturing herself as the fat woman in the prank video Justine had sent her earlier. She continued to rub the bloated belly that jutted out onto the bed before her, feeling its fullness, as she imagined all her fatty parts bouncing around. She could still feel the pain shooting through her middle when she rubbed her belly too hard. She thought about that belch earlier. That was so unlike her. She wondered if she might be turning into one of those plump girls who couldn't help but stuff herself silly and belch in front of others. Maybe she was just caught up in the moment, but she found herself kind of hoping that was the case.

After reaching a glowing orgasm, Danielle rolled over onto her packed stomach, feeling the shooting pains again as the rest of her weight pressed down on it. Though she was turned on by the aching, it became too much and she was forced back onto her side. That only turned her on even more; the fact that her belly was so stuffed that sleeping on her stomach was no longer an option. She cradled her belly in her arms once again, and thought about what the future might bring. Though she was still partly confused by the things she was feeling, she enjoyed every part of her stuffing sessions so far, and knew that she wanted to take it farther.