Chapter 2 - anticipation pt4 ch2

Even though I was uncomfortable with the situation Stacy's cool demeanor gave me some confidence. I put my wine glass down on the counter and slowly walked over to her. As I stood in front of her with my large thighs straining the fabric of my jeans she put her hands on my plump hips. She then slowly brought her fingers to the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it up. The higher the fabric went the more of my flabby bulging belly became exposed stretch marks and all. With my shirt up to my breasts Stacy gently put her hands on my chubby midsection. I could feel her long manicured nails glide along the dimpled skin on my ribs. She then ran her hands down to my fat love handles and gave each one a soft squeeze. Her face was in complete concentration the whole time she was checking out my stomach. I had never seen her so focused before. As she brought her hands to the front of my stomach she kneaded my fat like one of her pieces of clay. She eventually made her way to my lower belly. I felt her long nails dig into my soft pudge as she gripped my roll with both of her hands. She fondled it for a few minutes before letting go looking up at me flushed. As she caressed my stretch marks with one of her long finger nails she said to me softly "It really is beautiful Mel."

As I pulled my shirt down Stacy gathered herself and announced that she needed to get some sleep. There was no time for any awkwardness because she had quickly bolted for the bathroom to get ready for bed. I stayed up for a few more minutes after she brushed her teeth and went into her room. Sitting there on the couch still slightly buzzed I relived the surreal experience I just had with one of my best friends. I was thinking about how sensual Stacy's hands had been and how intense her focus was on me when I heard a strange sound. It was a weird hum that was driving me nuts. I got up and walked around the living room but couldn't find the noise. That was when my eyes widened as I realized the sound was coming from Stacy's room. As soon as I realized she was pleasuring herself I quickly scampered to my room and tried to sleep.

I could have easily let that night make things awkward between us but I chose to just ignore it and move on. Stacy is the type of person who just floats around without a care in the world so it was on me to keep things normal in the apartment.

At three months in I started to finally fall into a routine. It was good for me, having a set plan for each day really helped me cope with everything that had happened. I still hadn't heard a single word from Luke since the breakup but I almost preferred it that way. Around this time I started noticing that a lot of my food had started to go missing from the kitchen. At first I thought maybe some of it had expired and Stacy had thrown it out but the more it happened the more suspicious I got. I had thought that Stacy was looking a bit fuller over the last few weeks but I didn't have any definite proof of that or that she was eating my food.

Then one day I had to leave work a little early to run some errands and when I got home I got my answer. As I slid the key into the lock and began opening the door I heard some wrappers crinkle and a bunch of shuffling. When the door opened fully I caught her red handed. I saw her mid stride as she galloped to the kitchen in a feeble attempt to hide the evidence. As I walked around to the kitchen she was standing there wearing a small tank top and some booty shorts, she had her shoulders slumped and her head down. "Sorry Mel I was gonna to replace it" Stacy said to me as she began picking up the garbage. That was when I noticed the chocolate at the corner of her lips and the small potbelly at her waist.


Stacy had always had tight perfect abs so I was a bit shocked to see them slightly distended and soft. She still had some definition there but it was fading fast. I should have been mad but it was all too funny so I broke out laughing. "What are you doing?" I said as I put my hand to my forehead. She got kind of embarrassed and tried to explain herself "After you told me how much stuffing turned you on I wanted to try it. I'm sorry though I will pay you back....honestly." Still amused I picked up the bag of cookies and told her "Honey look if you try to stuff yourself with cookies and milk you are going to make yourself sick." "Ugh...I know the milk is making me kind of nauseous actually" she said as she put her hand on her swollen belly. "Do you think you can show me how to do it the right way later?" she asked me shyly. I really felt conflicted about this but in the end I agreed to help her out. Her face lit up when I told her yes.

It was a Friday when all of this had gone down so I figured maybe if we went out and Stacy got a little drunk she would forget about asking me to help her stuff herself. I really wanted to avoid being her stuffing coach at all costs.

The only nice outfit I had for going out that still kind of fit was a pair of dark skinny jeans and a purple blouse. The blouse fit ok but my breasts were much bigger than the last time I wore it and the fabric was really tight across my chest. My skinny jeans were another story. They were the stretchy kind of jeans but the elastic just wasn't going to be enough to handle me. As I tried to pull them up they stopped abruptly at my thighs. My whole body jiggled as I yanked and shimmied as much as I could until they made it up to my ass. There was no way I was going to get them any higher without some help so I called out for Stacy. She was a bit shocked when she first came into my room but not at my ass hanging out of my pants. "Holy crap Mel what are you up to a double D cup now?" She said as she walked up to me. I hadn't thought much about my chest for the last few months but it had gotten pretty large. When I looked down I realized there was a lot more boob than I ever had before. "AWW my Melanie has got some big boobies on her now!" Stacy said as she started to help me with my pants. I yanked from the front as she yanked from the back. I felt my big ass squish into the jeans more and more until finally they were on. Afterwards Stacy sat back on my bed out of breath from the struggle rubbing her fingers. There was no way the button was going to close and even if it did I would have been really uncomfortable so I just threw a belt on and let my paunch hang over it. Even though the blouse was tight on my chest it was loose around my middle so I felt comfortable enough to go out.