Chapter 3 - catherines selfdiscovery chapter 3 part 1

The month following Catherine's maiden voyage into the world of stuffing had yielded... um.. big results. Due to the success of her first tryout she had decided to dabble a little more, it was only 3 days after her initial self-stuffing that she decided to give it another go. Breaking her self-imposed "barely-any-fast-food" rule she opted for a variety of products from the local fast food chain, she spread out before herself a veritable feast, a challenge in fact. Before deciding to go through with another stuffing Catherine was understandably hesitant, 'is this a slippery slope? Was the other day a mistake?' Somewhere deep in her mind a gauntlet had been thrown down, 'Can you do better, can you go further, can you get... bigger?' Catherine wouldn't deny she was quite turned on by the prospect, so she bit the bullet, took the plunge, faced the music, and it was good. A selection of burgers, wraps, burritos and fries decorated the space on the sofa next to where she sat, as well as a nice, large bottle of her favourite soft drink to wash it all down with. All that salt would sure enough leave her gagging for a chug or ten.

And low and behold, about 2 hours later Catherine laid limp with ragged breathing, naked and bathing in the afterglow of another stupendous post-stuffing orgasm, her thighs spread open, arms splayed out around her body almost as if attempting to frame her enlarged belly, and enlarged it certainly was. Catherine had pushed herself, made a conscious effort of cram into her belly as much as she could hold and she could feel it. It emitted low gurgles as it welcomed its new size and cargo. At this point all she had the energy to do was look upon her expanded self with a sense of amazement and achievement.

Less than a week later Catherine was standing in the sterile office of her doctor, listening to the slight creak of the scales as she stepped on, she won't deny being quite curious as to her new weight, wondering what the past week's stuffings, including a slightly accidental one from the night before her appointment, had had on her ballooning figure. She let out a sigh of impatience as Doctor Maxwell waited for the scales to adjust to their added load, he looked up at Catherine, their eyes meeting and letting the corners of his mouth curl up a little, the left only slightly more than the right, before his gaze traveled back to the apparatus. It had been 2 weeks since her last appointment, during which he had given her a clean bill of health, her weight wasn't an issue despite surpassing the average amount a woman should gain throughout her entire pregnancy, but he had told her not to worry and to just keep doing whatever it was she was doing.

"170...2, not bad, 9 pounds gained over a 2 week period, a little odd but nothing to worry about, just keep an eye on it", Doctor Maxwell advised.

All Catherine could think was 'I'll be sure to keep a very eager eye on, don't you worry, Doctor.' With that she climbed up onto the bench with a little difficulty, Doctor Maxwell even had to fetch the small stepping stool for her. He palpated her belly, took a little blood, her blood pressure and asked her how she'd been feeling, to which she answered, "big but couldn't be happier". On her way out she was asked to make another appointment for in 3 weeks, at which time she'd be hitting her 7th month.

In the 3 weeks leading up to her next doctor's appointment Catherine had set herself some loose rules, she would allow herself one mid-week stuffing, aiming for Wednesdays, and one weekend stuffing but spread out over the course of either the Saturday or the Sunday, that way allowing about 3 days between stuffings. She would choose Wednesdays because they were the one day of the week on which she didn't work, now that the school holidays were over and her job as a teacher was back in full swing she would have to begin focussing on her work more during the week. It was tiring, time consuming, and sometimes a little frustrating, but she loved her job, however over the holidays she had discovered something else she now loved. Doctor Maxwell had advised she take her maternity leave upon approaching her 8th month, which suited Catherine down to the ground. Her job as a primary school teacher meant that it was also a rather physical job as well as intellectual as she taught the youngest year group in her school, so there was plenty of running around.

Over the course of the month she found herself growing at an advanced rate, no doubt as a result of her stuffing sessions, but she had also noticed something sprouting from her new, naughty pass time, yes, her body was growing, but so was her natural appetite. Catherine figured that pushing herself so far during her sessions had somehow expanded her stomach, stretched is possibly? Also the hours her body spent digesting her giant meals was also time her body spent adjusting to her increased size, especially on weekends when she would spend most of a whole day stuffed, spreading it out but always remaining full to the brim and only pushing herself over the edge at the very end of the day. She'd never known sleep like what she had after a thorough post-stuffing orgasm. With her steadily increasing waistline she found her clothing options dwindling, she really needed to get out and buy some new work clothes, the ones she was quickly outgrowing were getting less and less appropriate. The school cafeteria offered a wide array of food options, and Catherine was becoming more and more known by the kitchen staff for her repeat requests for "just a little more", "anything left over?" or "any chance of another serving? That last one didn't quite hit the spot", and the kitchen staff were only too happy to oblige. However the effects were becoming evident on her tightening attire, even her hidden chocolate stashes at work were becoming less effective at sating her appetite after lunch time.

It was just over a week until her next appointment with Doctor Maxwell, it was Saturday and Catherine was looking herself over in the mirror and she liked what she saw. She was definitely bigger, that went without saying, a slight double chin was developing as her face had plumped up. A slight layer of fat now adorned her cheek bones and jaw line giving her the classic glowing look many pregnant woman carry; looking at her face alone one could tell she was just pleasantly plump, which is a fair distance from where she had been almost 7 months ago. Casting her gaze lower she saw her bust, and what a bust it had become. Since school had kicked back in, on multiple occasions Catherine could have sworn she'd heard whispers from her fellow faculty members about her expanding body, in particular "the twins", and she could kind of understand why at this point. She was in serious need of some new bras, while a couple of weeks ago she fit comfortably into an E cup, they had started feeling a tad snug, although "snug" was now something of an understatement. Bulges of the her engorged tit flesh were rising like dough over the cup edges, the faint, tiny dots of her areola were beginning to put in an appearance, heralding the high probability of what MTV would label a "wardrobe malfunction", which to say the least was not something Catherine wished to be the subject of at work '... AT WORK, who said anything about at home?' , she thought for a brief moment. At that instant Catherine paused, 'did I honestly just fantasize about bursting out of my bra at home a little?' It was true, she had. In recent weeks Catherine had developed something of an appreciation for the constricting feeling brought on by her rapidly shrinking clothing, sometimes to the point of actually donning pre-pregnancy items to experience the sensation, whilst also admiring how different fabrics stretched out over her curves, how creases vanished from sight as they were sacrificed for the sake of covering her soft skin... There was that familiar and rather welcome tingle Catherine had grown so fond of, trickling down her spine then striking between her thighs like lightning. "Stop it, not today, things to do", she said out loud to herself whilst shaking her head from side to side as if attempting to discombobulate the thought so that she could focus on other things. Returning to her inspection she concluded that Es were certainly a thing of the past for her, the straps also causing some moderate discomfort as they dug into the softening flesh of her upper torso.