chapter 2

Finally... finally she was truly full. Her tummy rumbled and a small burp escaped her lips. There was only a single donut left of the table. It taunted her. It was completely unbelievable to her that she'd eaten everything else. She felt STUFFED. Never in her life had she eaten even half this much in a single sitting. She felt completely blissful. Her head was spinning on the biggest "food high" she'd ever experienced. For a second she attempted to lean forward and grab the last donut but the tightness of her overalls and the weight of her overstuffed belly prevented her from raising herself out of her seat sufficiently to reach it. So for now she leant back exhausted, breathing heavily and feeling like a beached whale.

Charles saw this as his cue and he re-entered the room. He admired the bloated girl and the almost empty table.

"Good?" he asked with a smile.

She smiled and nodded slowly.

"Full?" he smirked.

She smiled nodded slowly this time with a slight blush forming on her chubby cheeks.

"Last one?" Charles picked up the remaining donut.

She eyed it for a second, then nodded blushing even more.

He moved the pink frosted donut towards her, she opened plump lips wide in anticipation and let him stuff it into her mouth. Her eyes nearly rolled in to the back of her head, the flavour seemed even more intense and delicious than before.

Then she tried to swallow. She was so full it was actually hard work. She had to try two or three times but finally she got it down. She immediately regretted this as it she felt it travel down into her painfully stuffed belly. She broke out in to a sweat. She'd eaten too much. She leant back moaning in slight discomfort. She felt like an overstuffed balloon. She rubbed the sides of her wide belly and arched her back trying to adjust herself to a more comfortable position but the fullness inside her only seemed to intensify.

Suddenly her overalls made a noticeable creaking sound. She looked down at her body puzzled. The ominous creaking continued and got louder. She frowned noticing that her shoulder straps seemed to be cutting into a lot deeper into her fat than she remembered. She suddenly realised she could feel her overalls getting much tighter and more constricting with every passing second. She could feel them straining around her butt and hips, her large breasts were being compressed more than ever and the pressure against her poor overstuffed belly was beginning to get painful. Then her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth slowly opened in horror as realised she could visibly see herself blowing up. She held her plump hand in front of her face and gasped as she watched her fat wrist and sausage fingers swell thicker and fatter right before her eyes. A scarily loud gurgling sound drew her attention back to her ponderously growing belly as she began to feel like a huge blimp being forcefully overinflated. As her stomach slowly pushed out in front she felt herself rising up in her seat as her butt and thighs ballooned as well. The gurgling sound coming from inside her body was getting steadily louder. Pop! Pop! Seams and threads began to snap all over her outfit as she blew up even faster. She could feel her underwear riding up and cutting into her fat. Creeeeak! Bang! Bang! Her shoulder straps snapped violently. Her breasts surged forward, overflowing the top of her outfit. Every exposed inch of fat was bulging tightly around the confines of the blue fabric. With a loud rip a hole suddenly appeared above her navel, exposing a small portion of her belly flesh. The hole steadily increased in size as she continued to fatten, then to her horror, with a large groaning ripping sound her belly tore the now super tight overalls right down the middle from top to bottom. Her huge round gut poured through the tear and plopped itself in her lap spilling off the edge of her huge swelling thighs. Her achingly full luscious breasts overflowed the top some more and then burst through the blue fabric out into the open. At the same time her swelling thighs burst out of their confines making it appear as if her outfit had simply exploded off her. With nothing to contain her poor Kristy continued to swell like a big naked fat balloon. Her belly knocked over the table with a loud crash as it passed her swelling calves just as the metal chair legs began to groan and bend slightly under her weight. Finally her huge gut came to a jiggling rest on the floor in front of her just as the chair collapsed under her massive quaking butt cheeks. She sat there in complete shock pinned by her enormous belly sticking out like a blimp in front of her.

She now resembled a giant ball of dough, complete with more rolls of fat than you could easily count.
Poor Kristy's head was spinning. The euphoria of her feast had first changed to panic, and now complete shock as she realised what all that delicious food had done to her.

"I.. I ate too much!" she spoke shakily. She was so embarrassed. She still blamed her own lack of self-control for her predicament. She thought it had to be a dream, a nightmare, or a hallucination brought on by sugar overdose.

"I.. I can't move!" she wiggled her fat arms and legs as best as she could. Her blubber sloshed about wildly but she was simply too fat and heavy to lift herself off the ground.

"Ok just try to stay calm. You've eaten a very big meal. I didn't think you'd be able to finish all of it," said Charles almost accusingly.

"I'm sorry, you must think I'm such a pig!" cried Kristy.

"Nonsense, you're my favourite customer, my Kristy Kreme," said Charles in a softer almost dreamy tone as he patted her humungous belly in a way that unsettled her.

"Don't worry I'll help you," said Charles calmly squeezing one of her thick side fat rolls, "I know just what to do."

Kristy assumed he meant call a doctor or an ambulance or something. She nearly fainted when he burst through the kitchen door in a mini fork-lift.

"What are you?... aaahhh!" she gasped as the cold metal hydraulic lifts slid smoothly under her bulk. The motor strained as he started to lift her off the ground using the remains of her large crushed chair as a support. He tried to move her but her fat stomach was still touching the ground, he had to raise her in to the air another few feet.

"Stop! What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" cried Kristy, her fat face wobbling as she tried to look behind her over her shoulders.

He reversed the huge hippo of a girl back through the kitchen door and spun her around. She gasped at what she saw. A gigantic bed made out of several king size mattresses and dozens of pillows awaited her. The true nature of her predicament began to sink in and she fainted.