At the movies – based on what will become a true story

chapter 1

„Wear something tight.“

That was all his latest text said. Now she stood somewhat overwhelmed in front of her closet, considering the options. They were many, since basically everything in there had become more or less a tight fit since her latest gains. She briefly considered an orange summer dress that was snug and whose material allowed for some stretching. It would have felt like cheating. She chose a pear of jeans and a plain top instead. Both a tight fit, but manageable. The additional sporty jacket provided some protection from hostile looks, but she doubted that the zipper could still be closed.

Her uber got her to the theatre a few minutes ahead of time. She picked up her ticket. Last row, next to each other, like they had agreed upon. She started looking for him. This was madness. She didn’t even know his name and vice versa. All she had was a picture with half a face on it. Which was still more than he had seen from her face. Her expanding body, now that was a different story. And the messages they had exchanged. Oh, the messages. She could feel she was blushing.

She checked her phone. One new text: „Was held up at work. Will be there in 15 min. Get yourself a fattening snack and make yourself comfortable.“ This was way too thrilling. She walked over to the bar and decided for nachos and a medium coke. The first commercial was just starting as she entered the cinema. Thankfully, they had recently changed the seating to wider and more comfortable recliners, otherwise her fat butt would have been wedged between the armrests the entire time. Nervously, she started to eat.

„Is this seat taken?“ he asked with a wink. She startled briefly. She had been so focused, distracting herself with the trailers that she hadn’t seen him coming. „I’d greet you with a hug but ...“ he made a shrugging gesture with the largest popcorn bucket available in one and the largest coke available in the other. „But I see you already got yourself an appetizer. Finish that first so we get to the popcorn by the time the movie starts.“

She did as she was told. Just when the nachos were gone the movie started. He silently placed the popcorn bucket onto her lap, grabbed a handful and gently, but decidedly pushed it into her mouth. With each bite, the initial nervousness and strangeness of it all made room for a more relaxed and increasingly excited feeling. It only felt natural when he started patting her belly between one handful and the next.

After half an hour, she started feeling full. Her double belly was starting to bloat up into a single ball, pushing hard against her waistband. Her breathing had become heavier. Not just because of the food. She gazed into the bucket. There were about two thirds left. Suddenly, with a single motion he had unbuttoned the only button of her jeans and wiggled the zipper down a few inches. Immediately, her swollen gut gave way, providing some instant relief after the tight squeeze. He grabbed the lower part, pulled it out entirely and gave it a thorough patting before going in for another hand of popcorn.

By the time they had reached the last third of the bucket the intervals between each bite had become longer, but they both were determined. She even finished before the movie was over. She doubted that she would be able to close her pants afterwards. She tried to lean back a bit and moaned as she put the bucket away. Her gut had swollen to gigantic proportions. Before she knew what was happening a chocolate bar was shoved in her mouth. She made a half-hearted gesture to decline but took a bite anyways. His hand felt different all of a sudden. Apparently he had secretly put some kind of oil on it and was spreading it over the entirety of her belly in a gentle, rubbing motion with an occasional pinch and poke. Then he started fingering her belly button while feeding her another bar.

A third chocolate bar went into her stomach until the movie was nearing its end. As soon as the credits started appeared on screen he gave her gut one good last slap, said „Well done, piggy!“ and left before she could answer. Following him was out of the question. She’d need a few more minutes to recover from all this so she just kept sitting there in her halfway upright position. Stuffed. Swollen. Overwhelmed. Happy. Wet.

His text the next day read: „This was fun. Next time we should get something to eat afterwards.“