Flabulous

Chapter 1

PROLOGUE
Sasha opened her phone camera and set it standing so that it could catch the full view of her bloated body, then she curled down, reaching under her gut with her forearms and heaved it up as high as she could then with a loud slap, she let it drop.
The contents of her obesity rolled forward and jiggled as she laughed and noticed her second chin spreading as wide as her smile.
With her bare, doughy mass smothering the marble, she grabbed it with generous fingers, shaking and squeezing it as she took a slice of the cheesecake and shoved it down her throat.
The wedge disappeared between her bulging cheeks where it disintegrated and became a part of her.
The sweetness sent a shiver through her mouth, absorbing into the chin fat creeping down her throat until it left a permanent crease.
She devoured the entire thing very quickly but without making much of a mess, almost as if she'd eaten nothing at all.
Her belly felt it though, all of it settling down inside her, making her feel fatter and wider.
She went to fetch a bottle of soda and downed it all in just a few gulps, showing off just how voracious she really was.
Once the bottle was empty, she gasped for air, slapping her gut with satisfaction.
She turned, swinging her belly off the counter and leaned against it with her elbows.
The Beast gurgled loudly, a thick bubble of air trapped somewhere in the nauseating storm that overwhelmed her.
She breathed laboriously, leaning back trying to contain whatever was about to burst out of her.
Then, her mouth opened and expunged a huge burp that went on for nearly ten seconds.
With the pressure finally released, she stood straight, turning to the camera with her belly thrust into half of the frame.
She rubbed it fondly, appeasing the beast inside with several more loud burps that echoed throughout the house.
She held the camera to her plump glossy lips and ended the video with one last multi chinned belch.



CHAPTER 1


I lay on my back staring at the ceiling in my apartment.
It was an empty moment in time, nothing passing through my head.
The clock ticked loudly, chipping away at the silence.
I breathed in and out, trying to keep it even with the stillness.
And just to spite me, I felt something bubbling deep in my stomach.
It rose up and let off a strangled growl, reverberating through my belly.
I buried my face in my hands and sat up groaning in frustration.
I was fucking hungry again.
Not just a mild kind of hungry. I’m talking about that ravenous, craving kind of hungry.
My attectmpt at disciplining my appetite wasn’t going so well.
I entered the kitchen, searching the fridge for something to fix my hunger.
There wasn’t much there that interested me though.
I rapped my fingers on the top of the door, closed it and tried the freezer for ice cream.
I was delighted to find the big tub full of moose tracks waiting for me.
The top came off, smooth like butter exposing the flat layer thinly veiled in tufts of frost.
Before I could even stick the spoon in, my tummy started up again.
It was so weird. It was like my gut had a mind of its own, protesting every time it’d go near anything remotely edible.
I paused for a moment and looked down at the small mound popping out of my waist.
It occurred to me that there was something wrong with my appetite.
I’d eaten this morning. A big meal.
Chocolate chip pancakes doused in maple syrup and topped with whipped cream, a side of chopped sausage, a fat juicy omelet and a tall glass of milk.
Not to mention the box of donuts I’d been eating throughout the day.
And now this. What else would I need to keep my stomach satisfied?
I decided to eat the entire tub with just enough patience not to get a brain freeze.
By the time I was done, I felt somewhat better.
I checked my waist.
My stomach hadn’t changed.
It was still quite firm, just a little rotund, like an egg.
I studied it a little closer, stretching the corners of my sweatpants like a measuring tape.
About a month ago, my stomach was a few inches flatter.
I hadn’t been paying much attention since as far as I could tell, it wasn’t fat.
It was just bloating.
Except, now I noticed the softness spreading underneath my skin, making it seem oddly bulky.
I touched it with my palm and shook it a little.
It moved around with way too much ease.
I could suck in. It looked normal enough but it wouldn’t stay that way when I relaxed.
I know you’re wondering why I’m telling you this.
It was ridiculous to me too.
My stomach has never been the same since then.
By the time I started to notice the patterns of hunger, my stomach was already poking out.
I’d been able to hide it for a while but for some reason it was always growling with hunger when I didn’t feed it enough.
The more I fed it, the hungrier it would get.
It was, as I told my doctor, as if it really did have a mind of its own.
The only way he’d take that literally is if I were pregnant.
I wasn’t for a number of reasons and I assured him.
He suggested an eating disorder and began prescribing medications and all of that stuff but as he sat there talking, I found myself thinking about the burger strip down the street.
After the visit, I went straight there and watered over the menu, trying to not look as greedy as I felt.
I went home with my belly full of three double stacked cheeseburgers, a load of fries and a sprite.
It was just so I could get my stomach to shut up for a few hours at least because all that squealing and rumbling was getting on my nerves.
Being in public made it so much worse.
I could be in the middle of a conversation and my belly would start rumbling and making all kinds of ridiculous noises.
I really thought something was wrong with me but with the noises always came this insatiable hunger that drove me to all kinds of lovely restaurants to try different foods.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved food. Even when I was skinny.
I loved keeping myself full.
However, lately it was starting to seem as if nothing could fill me up anymore. Not unless I’d stuff myself to the point I could barely move.
After the cheeseburgers, I was able to find time to relax and forget about my appetite.
Eventually, I would have to get up and go to the bathroom.
Not to be vulgar but I was on the toilet for a damn while.
Finally, I was washing my hands I looked into the mirror and noticed something odd about my face.
I couldn’t tell if I was just feeling cute at first but as I stood up I noticed that my jawline was a little off by a margin.
Like it sort of softened, leaving a kind of underbelly below my chin.
Speaking of underbelly, I also felt mine touching the top of the sink.
A nice cold surface pressing into my flesh for just a moment.
I had to stop and look down again.
My stomach wasn’t as big as before but the way it just hang there was starting to bother me.
My navel was a little more sunken than I’d remembered, swaying around with my hips.
My neck felt weirdly fleshed out.
It was the first time I began to truly ask myself.
Am I getting fat?