Chapter 2 - beginnings

Jaana's next day started as usual; she got up from the couch after a long time of rolling back and forth, trying to sum up the energy to move. The memory of the previous night flowing back into her mind, not only did she feel hungry again, but she also looked down at her belly. A niggling of disappointment came from her towards the fact that it had reduced itself back to normal size, but she dismissed it with a sniff of the nose and hunted for food.
Why was she so hungry lately? Stuffing herself stupid, falling asleep then waking up later hungry again? What was this? Growth spurts?
Retrieving two boxes of Arnott's Shapes, Jaana settled down in front of her LCD screen TV and spent the best part of the day watching downloaded films. Halfway through her second she had run out of Shapes and resorted to ringing for pizza. After she had hung up the phone, a weird anticipation slowly welled inside of her and she grew jumpy with excitement. Strangely the idea of ingesting abnormal amounts of food excited her lately. She thought that it was like any other controversial thing; it seems bad at first but until you put yourself in the situation, you discover that the consequences are a subject of conformity and it is not where near as bad as it is made out to be. Thus Jaana had come to the conclusion (sub-consciously) that she loved to stuff herself. It granted herself sexual pleasure beyond anything she had experienced yet.
The anticipation only grew and, still in her bikini from yesterday mind you, she rushed into the door when the door bell rang, signifying her next sexual pleasure. Due to her horniness, she was hoping the boy would be rather cute or better, but the pizza-boy was not what she hoped to him be, so she simply grabbed the pizza, paid and initiated her stuffing.
Every bite for her was a step further towards her peak. She ate and ate and ate until her belly was bloated to its maximum proportions. It ached like hell and upset her, but her pleasure and excitement over-rode the pain and she sat there rubbing herself hard and her belly tenderly. Amidst her sex-frenzied thoughts she wondered if she would gain from this. She would have to see... and the prospect of that excited her even further and she thus slipped into a back-arching orgasm of pure bliss and she fell instantly to sleep on the couch.

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The intruding sound of the home phone awoke her at, she checked, Jaana's next day started as usual; she got up from the couch after a long time of rolling back and forth, trying to sum up the energy to move. The memory of the previous night flowing back into her mind, not only did she feel hungry again, but she also looked down at her belly. A niggling of disappointment came from her towards the fact that it had reduced itself back to normal size, but she dismissed it with a sniff of the nose and hunted for food.
Why was she so hungry lately? Stuffing herself stupid, falling asleep then waking up later hungry again? What was this? Growth spurts?
Retrieving two boxes of Arnott's Shapes, Jaana settled down in front of her LCD screen TV and spent the best part of the day watching downloaded films. Halfway through her second she had run out of Shapes and resorted to ringing for pizza. After she had hung up the phone, a weird anticipation slowly welled inside of her and she grew jumpy with excitement. Strangely the idea of ingesting abnormal amounts of food excited her lately. She thought that it was like any other controversial thing; it seems bad at first but until you put yourself in the situation, you discover that the consequences are a subject of conformity and it is not where near as bad as it is made out to be. Thus Jaana had come to the conclusion (sub-consciously) that she loved to stuff herself. It granted herself sexual pleasure beyond anything she had experienced yet.
The anticipation only grew and, still in her bikini from yesterday mind you, she rushed into the door when the door bell rang, signifying her next sexual pleasure. Due to her horniness, she was hoping the boy would be rather cute or better, but the pizza-boy was not what she hoped to him be, so she simply grabbed the pizza, paid and initiated her stuffing.
Every bite for her was a step further towards her peak. She ate and ate and ate until her belly was bloated to its maximum proportions. It ached like hell and upset her, but her pleasure and excitement over-rode the pain and she sat there rubbing herself hard and her belly tenderly. Amidst her sex-frenzied thoughts she wondered if she would gain from this. She would have to see... and the prospect of that excited her even further and she thus slipped into a back-arching orgasm of pure bliss and she fell instantly to sleep on the couch.

***

The intruding sound of the home phone awoke her at, she checked, 11:30 am. Struggling to gather energy in time to retrieve the phone, she rolled back and forth until she hauled herself off the couch and shambled over to the phone, her breasts swaying slightly. She picked up the phone just as it was transferring to the message bank and she hurriedly mumbled, "Hello, Jaana speaking..."
It was her mother checking up on her, "Hello darling, just checking up that everything is okay. Are you having fun alone?"
"You bet I am mum, but I do miss you," Jaana replied, appreciating the irony.
"Good, good, is everything okay over there?"
Jaana confirmed that everything was okay and similar questions kept rolling in and were answered all the same.
Once the conversation resolved Jaana sat down on the couch and reclined into a half-lying position. Her thoughts, as usual, wandered back to the previous night and wondering how she got so carried away, recalled her pleasure over the two pizza boxes. Had she gained any weight?
her eyes drifted down to her yet again deflated stomach.
But this time there was a small bulge. Curious, she sat upright and watched as newly grown pudgy bump gathered above her bikini-panty line. And her belly button seemed deeper now as well. The light made her soft pliable skin glow luminous in the light and softened the shadows of her curved belly.
She felt herself grow wet. With one hand caressing her vagina, she used the other to poke a finger into her belly fat. It didn't go in very far, but it sunk up to her second joint on her fore-finger. She pinched a bit; it's texture was fascinatingly soft and it reacted like rubber. Her vagina grew wetter and she started to climax. Not wanting to yet, she pulled back. She stuck a finger in her belly button and lifted it up. Once she let go abruptly, her belly shot back down and jiggled ever so slightly. Now she started to dig in. Rubbing herself furiously she drove herself into yet another back-arching orgasm that left her panting for air.