Chapter 1

"watch yourself, tubby. Don't wanna overdo it" my boyfriend said as i stuffed doughnuts into my mouth. I dropped the half eaten chocolate cruller onto the table and put my hand over my round potbelly, ashamed.
"i'm not tubby," i said defensively, pulling my shirt down over the roll of fat peeking out.
"uh-huh. And I'm a millionaire. Babe, look at yourself. you're ballooning out of all of your clothes. The button on your shorts is about to pop and your thighs are bulging out from underneath them. You're getting fat."
"I am not!" i yelled, my feelings hurt. I looked down at my body-bloated potbelly, thick thighs, lovehandles oozing over the top of my tight little shorts. He was right. I was getting fat. I started crying, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door.
"You're waddling, fatty! " he yelled as I ran out.
Out on the street, i passed a bakery. The cakes in the windows teased me and i walked by quickly, miserable. Head down, staring at my feet, watching my belly jiggle out of the corner of my eye. I didn't see the man until I bumped into him, spilling his hot chocolate on both him and myself.
"I'm so sorry!" i exclaimed, looking up at him with teary eyes, "I wasn't paying attention, I'm so sorry."
"Ah, it's alright," he sighed, futilely wiping off his business suit, "Mistakes happen." He looked to be in his late thirties, and was ridiculously attractive. I felt his eyes scan over my belly and sucked it in the best i could. He met my eyes with his.
"You're a tiny, thin little girl, what are you doing out by yourself at this time of night?" he asked. I preened at his use of adjectives and shrugged, flipping my hair.
"I was just leaving my exboyfriend's," I said confidently.
"Oh, my. Well, it seems you have a bit on your mind. Would you like to talk about it over some coffee and doughnuts?" he offered. I was nervous but tried to hide it.
"Oh, yes please," I accepted. He smiled and offered me his arm.
"My name is Doctor Smith, and who are you?"
A doctor ? I looked over him again-expensive suit, high-class watch.. my legs felt unstable as i realized i was out with a very wealthy man.
"My name is Brittany," I told him.
We reached the coffee shop and he ordered a baker's dozen and offered me a coffee, smiling. I smiled back and took a sip, then ate a donut. I don't remember the hours after that but the next morning i woke up in a bed, my belly twice the size it had been the night before. I tried to sit up and it took a bit of effort, my bloated belly aching. Looking around, I found Doctor Smith sleeping in an armchair nearby. I coughed quietly and he stirred, waking up with a sexy smirk already on his handsome face.
"How are you this morning, you sexy little butterball."
Butterball ?
"I'm.." -gurgle- "hungry..." i responded, rubbing my belly. He grinned.
"Oh, I bet you are. The doctor is gonna take care of you, sweetie," he said, standing up. He walked over to me and stroked my long brown hair, then gave my fat rolls a gentle squeeze.
"You're going to absolutely blow up," he murmured, "Such a round young thing."
"Doctor?" i asked, "I seem to have... expanded a bit .. overnight.."
"Ah, yes you have, my dear princess. Your belly is.. quite large. How do you feel?"
"Like a stuffed hog," i groaned, "but I'm absolutely starving.."
"Ah, let me give you some breakfast," he said, turning towards the door."
"Just something light, maybe a little fruit," I suggested, trying to move around in my too-tight jean shorts. Fat oozed over the hem, forming a large muffintop.
"Nonsense, you need a proper, healthy breakfast," he said, leaving. I poked my round belly, it felt tight as a drum. How could I be so hungry when my belly was so full? When he came back he had platefuls of food, which he watched as i stuffed myself even bigger and rounder with. One by one, I ate everything he had made, unable to stop shoveling the delicious food into my swelling body.