Cause Fray

Chapter 1 the first fray

The polls are open! I have two ideas for how this story can go. One is sweet and consensual, one is darker and contains noncon, I’m honestly unsure which I should go with, so I’ve decided that I’d let you vote! Leave a comment starting with a C if you want a consensual ending, or N if you want the noncon ending. Put in a B if you want both, and I will write both if that is the winning vote. In that event, each ending shall be in a separate story of its own, so things don’t get scrambled together. I’m also thinking that I will ask other questions and keep an eye out for suggestions as the story proceeds. I will wait a week after this story is published until November 19, before continuing. Just to be sure that I gave votes in before writing. If anyone wants to request or suggest something different, put that in a comment too. If an idea seems especially popular, I will try to implement it in the story. In the event of a tie, including a 0-0 tie if nobody votes, I will decide myself.

Now, on to the story.



Valentina, who sometimes went by Val, considered herself to be an extremely sexual person. She wasn’t a prostitute, but she did blatantly play into people’s sexual fantasies for them for payment, and she made quite a bit of money for it. Valentina started this job because she, “looks like a sex doll that the blue fairy brought to life,” to quote her best customer, a man who went by Chris. This was not his real name though, in fact, “Not actually Chris,” was all that Valentina knew of the man’s name. Most of her customers paid her in cash and went by pseudonyms. Hiring her wasn’t illegal, but Valentina didn’t blame people for not wanting their identities known.

Butt, and yes that second T was intentional, Valentina had the most provocative appearance that any of her customers had ever seen, if they were being honest anyway. She had breasts that were almost too big, almost. Valentina’s hips were wide enough that they got in the way of her arms if she let then hang limp at her sides. Second only to her chest, Valentina’s behind was her body’s favorite place to store fat, none seemed to go elsewhere at all. At least not yet anyway. But Valentina’s favorite part of her body was her lips, which were “made for kissing,” to quote two of her clients. They were soft and pillowy enough that Valentina considered making an exception to her “no touching” rule for kissing, she was convinced that it would help business greatly. But no, Valentina thought that it would be too much temptation for her, more desperate, clients. Kissing Valentina could easily lead to somebody getting carried away, she thought. The woman was sex incarnate, and she damned well knew it. After all that was why she was able to make a tidy profit from helping men (and women, Valentina didn’t judge) live out their fantasies that did not involve direct touching of a sexual nature. It was a rule that Valentina enforces more out of self-preservation than professionalism. Even if she really did love her lips.

Valentina had never had a problem with it, but she was always afraid that one of her clients would become her stalker. The closest thing to that to happen was actually quite profitable. Chris had hired her a dozen times already, and openly admit that he had a huge crush on her. He made it clear that he would go out with her as easily as he could breathe if she were ever willing. Yet, Valentina always said no. Though she was eternally grateful that Chris’s obsession with her was practically a job all on its own. Valentina never asked, but she assumed that Chris was loaded if he was even able to do this.

So, it was no surprise at all to Valentina when Chris sent her an email, asking her to come and model an outfit for him. It was a bit of a surprise for her when the message said that it was a superheroine cosplay for “an OC character that he had made.” Valentina looked at the message and said, “Huh, never took him to be the comic book type.” She said with a shrug, “Oh well, learn something new every day and all.” She said, as she agreed to the job.

Shortly thereafter this, Valentina found herself at the usual place for her work. It was a cheap motel on the edge of town that took cash payments without ID, Always seemed to have at least one room available, and never asked any questions. So, Valentina did her work there more often than not. In fact, the only time she’d done anything elsewhere was when a client had a specific place in mind, or a fantasy that required somewhere public for some reason. Room eighty six this time was where she had agreed to meet with Chris.

Valentina knocked on the door and waited for a moment for it to be answered by an extremely tall man. He was about 6’5” had blue eyes, and made Valentina think of a particular song. Val didn’t know if the man worked in finance, or had a trust fund, but it wouldn’t surprise the woman one bit if both were true. Chris looked down to see her and said, “Hey Val! Come on in, I’ve been dying to show you this.” So Valentina said “Hey Chris.” And calmly walked in, to see a familiar room. The floor was linoleum, with tiled countertops that held a microwave, a toaster, and a large paper bag, which doubtless contained Chris’s costume for her. Valentina knew that she could look to the side to find a living room type area, with a couch and a TV, beside a door that led to a bedroom.

As Val walked up to the paper bag on the counter Chris spoke with a youthful exuberance that she’d never seen on him before, “So, I think you’re gonna like this costume I made. It’s for a superheroine that I made for a contest at a Halloween party. It is loosely based on a combination of the costumes for Power Girl and The Green Lantern and it. . .” Valentina honestly didn’t bother keeping up with what Chris was saying after that. She was nice enough that she’d never tell him to shut up, but she honestly didn’t care about the origin story of any superhero’s, forget a costume.

As Chris explained interstellar thread’s ability to absorb nuclear radiation, Valentina lifted a green singlet with an S on its chest. No, it wasn’t an S she thought, it just looked like one at a glance. It was closer to an 8, but not quite that either. Valentina held the costume in front of herself and looked down for Chris to say “Oh! And there’s a mask in there for you too.” Christina then took what appeared to be a domino mask out of the bag that the singlet had been in. She said, “Looks good!” while thinking that it made sense that he needed to pay a woman to wear this outfit. Chris said “Why don’t you try it on? There’s a mirror in the bedroom if you’d like to see it.”

Valentina did just as suggested, and took the outfit to the bedroom. Val couldn’t stop wondering why Chris had told her to dress in the bedroom, its not like he didn’t love seeing the woman naked, and she was openly fine with it, as long as Chris kept his hands to himself. Still, she did kind of like the ability to try it on for the first time alone. It killed the fear of a nasty surprise. Valentina put the costume on without any problems, it was a bit tight, but she’d expected that. These things are always skin tight, or close to it. Val playfully snapped the fabric on her arm as she looked herself over in the mirrored closet door of the room. She giggled at the silly little “boob window” the outfit had for no apparent reason beyond showing off her chest. Well, maybe it helped her to keep cool? Valentina doubted that was the real reason why the hole was there anyway. Unless it was to make her ripples stand up from the cold. The odd S or 8 looking symbol was laid across Valentina's cleavage. It made her wonder if it was meant to draw more attention to her chest. Then Valentina remembered that Chris had made the costume himself, and shrugged into the mirror, saying “Eh, probably just his tastes,” and stepped out to see him.

Valentina saw Chris and immediately did a little pirouette, as she smiled broadly and asked, “So, how do I look?” Chris’s face was lit up and he said “Great! If a bit too skinny.” Valentina bit her tongue gently. The woman thought that being a little bit too heavy was her only physical flaw worth speaking of. The possibility of being too skinny had not once crossed her mind. Val thought that she must have worn her confusion on her face, as Chris immediately held up his hands in a “I surrender,” type position. He said, “Don’t worry Val. You look amazing. I, just, umm,” while blushing Valentina, smiled and jokingly said, “Oohh, I don’t think I’ve seen you blush before,” before dropping her voice to something a bit softer, and saying, “Don’t feel bad. It’s cute. But I am surprised, I had thought that we’d done everything you could ever want without breaking any laws. So, don’t feel like you’ve got to keep secrets from me.”

Chris said, “Well, all but one anyway. I figured it shouldn’t say it, since it would be bad for your business anyway. But, uumm, but I,” Valentina motioned Chris to continue and he cringed slightly as he spat out, “I’ve got a thing for bigger girls, hell, don’t take any offense, but you’re skinnier than I would normally go for. But, I like you, sooooo,” Val replied l, “Okay. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Just be honest. If I won’t do something I’ll say so. How big are we talkin’ here?” Chris’s blush deepened as he said, ?”N-N-Not a lot. Like, maybe if you gained fifteen pounds. Especially if I can watch you eating,” Chris blushed even more deeply, as he said, “I’d love to watch you eat to gain weight. So much.” Valentina said, “You know, I kind of want to make you smile. You want me to gain fifteen pounds? Well, I was planning on getting liposuction soon anyway. So, how about this, you pay for that once this is done, and ill gain,” and she looked up, putting a finger on her chin as she said, “hhhmm, let’s say, twenty pounds. I won’t even charge extra, actually, maybe I should. I wouldn’t make money while I recover from surgery anyway.” Chris’s blush deepened as Valentina spoke, he said, “Don’t worry about that. I’ll pay double the normal rate. Hell, triple, and I’ll get you the best plastic surgeon in California. And that’s saying something, California’s got some damned good plastic surgeons.” Valentina giggled, thinking, well, looks like I essentially right, the dude’s loaded if he can do that so easily. Then she said, “So, you said you’d pay extra, and get my lipo for me? Done. Deal. You said you like watching girls eat, right? Want to get a meal to celebrate?” Chris nodded, and said, “Can I make one more request?” Valentina motioned him to continue.

Chris took a deep breath and asked, could you. Uumm, keep wearing that while you eat?” at this point he was blushing so deeply that Val wondered whether you could actually get hurt from that. Chris continued, “And maybe, uumm, maybe eat a really big meal too. An extremely big one. I’ll pay extra for today too, I said I’d pay triple if you gain on purpose right, let’s do four times for this. No! Five times the usual rate.” Valentina was going to say something about how Chris had turned one request into two pretty quickly. Then he started throwing around payments and Val nearly bit her tongue hard enough to bleed. Valentina’s reply came out much more loudly than intended, as she shouted “DEAL!” Chris was talking about how happy he was to finally have someone to do this for him. He mentioned something about tight clothes and Valentina gaining too much weight for them. But all she could think of was just how much money she would make doing this.

Chris offhandedly ordered some Postmates to the room, spending as much time as he could talking about costumes while he ordered Chinese. Val only noticed what Chris was talking about as he said, “I just can’t wait to see you just shoving so many calories into your stomach that your clothes just can’t take it anymore.” Valentina had a sudden realization that she should have paid attention to her client speaking. Though it was too late for that difference to change much for Valentina, who heard nothing of interest until the food arrived.

The thing of interest that she heard was “FOOD’S HERE!” Which Chris’s excited voice shouted when a knock came at the door. He then said, “Here, wait at the table and I’ll bring it in. You’re gonna love it! Val did as instructed, and sat down, waiting for Chris to come. She didn’t have to wait long either, before Chris laid down a huge platter of noodles, and a box on the table. He said, “Okay, one family style order of chow mein, and a box of lotus root beef, which is my personal favorite, so don’t feel upset if you can’t eat it all. They’re meant to serve a family of four or five. So, just eat whatever you can.” Valentina asked, “Whatever I can?” for Chris to nod and say, “Normally I’d say whatever you want, but I am paying quite a bit extra, so I’m gonna ask you to try and eat ad much as you can. Remember, the fantasy j want to see is your swollen stomach bursting the skin tight outfit you have on.” Valentina did not remember Chris saying that at all. But she figured that it was a thing he’d dropped in the middle of one of his rants. So, she decided to just act like she’d always known and was okay with it. She would’ve gladly said “yes,” with how much he was paying her anyway. So, Val nodded silently and took a bite.

Valentina knew that, whenever you hear someone say “you’re going to love it.” What they really mean is “dear God do I hope you love it.” So, as she stabbed the odd little, hole filled, roots onto her fork, along with some beef. Valentina had prepared to fake enjoyment, only to be pleasantly surprised when she actually did like it quite a bit. The odd little roots were something different. They had a firm texture, and a mild flavor, that was somehow bitter and sweet at the same time, thus carrying the taste of the sauce and beef excellently. As I ate Chris asked, “So, I’m sorry if it sounds weird, but do you mind if I put a hand on your stomach while you eat? I want to feel you filling up if I can.” Valentina’s knee jerk reaction was to say no, her policy was no touching whatsoever. But, the man was paying her a try excessive amount, and he hadn’t once flinched away from handing her cash. So, Valentina wanted Chris to enjoy himself and do this again. Besides, he’d never give Valentina a reason to suspect he'd do something nasty. So, Val swallowed the food in her mouth, and nodded, saying “Go ahead,” as she did.

Chris couldn’t remember ever being half this excited. He could feel motion and heat in Valentina’s stomach. As she ate Valentina noticed something that she’d never seen before from Chris. He had an obvious erection. Now, Valentina wasn’t stupid, she’d seen the same in plenty of clients, and normally wouldn’t give it a second thought. But it never happened with Chris. This was a major surprise to Valentina, who had assumed that anyone who hired her that much must be getting off on it somehow. But this was the first time that Chris had shown such an explicit sign of arousal. She was honestly thinking that, between this and his good behavior, Chris may be one of those guys who physically can’t get it up, and responds to it by focusing on more mental stimulation. He wouldn’t be her only client to do that. So, Valentina was shocked by what she saw, but she did nothing to show that surprise. In fact, it made her do less than she would have otherwise. They surprise made Val entirely miss just how tight her outfit was getting over her stomach, as it was stretched taught and then some.

Valentina eventually ate enough food for two and a half normal meals. She could never remember being so full in her entire life. But, before she could say that she was too full to have more, Chris started talking, he said, “You know, I'm a bit of a pervert.” Which made Val laugh hard enough to choke slightly on her food. After she’d recovered Val said, “don’t feel bad. All of my clients are, it’s basically my job,” then did her best to keep eating, just to hear where this went. Chris chuckled, and replied, “I figured, but I think I am more so than most. It’s like this is the only thing that really turns me on, but I absolutely adore it. Did you ever wonder why I hire you so much?” Valentina said, “A bit, but I never ask anyone, no matter what, it’s my personal policy.” Chris continued, “I’ve got medical issues, I can’t get it up easily. Nothing seems to excite me enough to actually do anything, except when I see stuff like this,” and he pat Valentina’s stomach, continuing, “So, I figured I’d hire you to see if anything else stirred that desire in me. Valentina asked him, “Well, did it work?” for Chris to shake his head, and reply, “Sadly, no, they did not. So far this is the only thing we’ve done that has worked. At first I thought the costume play might do it, but no, it didn’t do anything for me until I imagined you eating and destroying outfits by outgrowing them. I never wanted to ask you about eating or gaining weight, since I knew it would be bad for your work. But now that you’re willing. . .” and he let the please trail off as Val ate. It was rare that Valentina was at a loss for words, but the only thing that she could think to do when she opened her mouth was to put more food into it. Val’s stomach continued to swell outward, stretching the fabric until it was nearly transparent.

But Chris was overjoyed with Valentina’s absurd appetite. He had been afraid that the woman would be unable to eat half this much. Yet, Valentina had always had a bottomless pit for stomach capacity. It rarely meant anything before this, as the woman had always tried very hard to stay thin. But, on the rare occasion where she really did eat a lot, Val was never really too full to keep eating. She was certain that there would be a limit eventually, but she’d never really hit it. Bit since she was a little girl anyway. Chris was practically drooling as he blatantly stared at the woman earning her pay. All of it. As she finished her third plate of food Valentina was only just starting to feel serious pain. The one thing that distracted her from the pain was the sheer shock that surged through her consciousness when Chris kissed her stomach, mumbling, “Oh dear God you’re good at this,” and rubbing his face against her stomach. Valentina swallowed without food in her mouth for the first time that day, as she thought to herself, no, don’t hit him, don’t scream, don’t do anything. He is paying me so much for this.

But, Val’s internal monolog was cut short when she felt a tear running across her stomach. Valentina inhaled sharply from the surprise, which made her stomach bulge out and exasperated the rip, and practically launching tattered shreds of fabric before her. Chris jerked his head back on reflex, then gasped in awe as he said, “I love you. Um, you’re stomach I mean.” Then he leaned back in and kissed the bulbous mass if swollen flesh before him. He didn’t seem to recall the no touching policy at all, as he kissed Val ‘s stomach again and again. He continued to rant, “This is even better than I had hoped for.” Nuzzling his face against Valentina’s stomach as he said, “I don’t care how much this costs. It’s worth every penny.” Val smiled and said, “now, imagine how it will feel next time, or the time after that, or again, until I’ve put on, what was it again, fifteen pounds, right?” Chris wanted to scream No! At the top of his lungs. This could never end, ever. But he knew better than to say that. So, Chris kissed Val’s stomach again and said a shuddering “Yeah. Fifteen more pounds right here.” And kissing Valentina’s stomach for the last time for that day.