chapter 7

I looked at the clock again. Kaylee and Lindsey were due to come over at 7 and it was still 6:54. Not that they'd be exactly on time anyway, but I had been looking forward to this evening and was feeling a little antsy.

I thought back again to our last time together. We had gone to a buffet and I essentially worked as the server, bringing back plate after plate to Kaylee and Lindsey as they competed to see who could eat the most. Kaylee finally won with nine plates to Lindsey's eight.

Of course, it's not like I didn't eat at all. Actually, I left feeling pretty stuffed myself. In the last several months since I had been hanging out with the two of them, my weight had climbed back up into the 190's.

They finally got to my house at around 7:18, each bringing in several bags and boxes full of various foods.

"Wow, you guys must be hungry," I said as I watched them unload it all onto my dining room table.

"Not really," Lindsey say, grinning at Kaylee.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Come have a seat," Kaylee told me, pulling out a chair.

I sat down, feeling odd butterflies in my stomach but not yet realizing why.

"Is someone else coming?" I asked.

They smiled again and shook their heads.

My stomach flip-flopped as it finally hit me.

"Oh," I said, a tingling feeling building down below as I gazed at the tremendous amount of food spread out before me.

"You want this, don't you?" Lindsey whispered in my ear.

I couldn't say no. I might not have realized it until then, but this was my dream. This was my desire. This was my fantasy.

Kaylee and Lindsey sat to either side of me and began to help me eat. It seemed like I ate for quite a while before starting to feel full. In some ways it was an out of body experience. I observed myself as I continued to gorge, not slowing even as the waistband of my slacks tightened.

After a particularly large bite of pasta, I took a deep breath and let my swelling stomach inflate further.

*Ping*

The button on my pants shot off and skidded across the floor. Lindsey laughed and refilled my plate. The zipper undid itself in self defence as my eating continued, my stomach rounding out into a tight ball.

Finally the physical consequences of my gluttony were too much to ignore. I felt constricted, unable to draw a deep breath. My face was flushed, I could feel perspiration on my forehead.

"Bra strap," I gasped, pausing in the middle of a disgustingly huge burrito.

Kaylee's hand slid up my back, under my shirt, and flicked it open. I groaned in relief.

Some time later, although time had become meaningless at this point, I found myself sitting in my chair and staring at my plate. My mouth was slack, my breathing shallow and audible. I was aware of little else but a dull, pulsing ache coming from my middle. My arms hung limp at my sides, I could not raise them.

I slowly lowered my head and for a moment couldn't quite comprehend what I saw. A large, pale, spherical object blocked much of my view.

Ah, yes, that was my belly. At some point my top had ridden up and was now scrunched up beneath my breasts, revealing the entirety of my outrageously distended midsection. My overfed gut jutted forward, looking and feeling like I had just swallowed roughly 50 pounds of cement.

"Let's get you more comfortable," Lindsey smirked.

It took both of them to get me to my feet, I leaned drunkenly on Kaylee as they escorted me to my bedroom. My top and bra came off easily, but it took some tugging by Lindsey to peel off my pants and underwear. They guided me onto the bed, laying me down on my back so my swollen belly stuck straight up.

"Did you like this?" Lindsey asked, gently trailing a finger downward from my navel.

I managed a small nod.

"And you want to do this again?" she continued, her finger continuing down the slope of my underbelly.

"Yesss," I hissed, struggling to arch my back against the weight of my heavy stomach.

"Good," Lindsey purred, smiling again at Kaylee. "Just one more question."

"What?" I grunted, as her finger slowly circled its target.

"Did you keep all your clothes from when you were really fat?" she asked.

"What?" I asked in confusion. "Um, yeah, I guess I did."

"Good," she said, leaning forward so her lips were right by my ear. "You're going to need them."

Then her fingers pressed home and all I knew was that getting fat again was going to be so much fun.