chapter 1

“I can’t…” I admittedly weakly, my breathing laboured and shaky.

I felt a hand rub my swollen gut in large, gentle circles. It hung low between my thighs as I knelt in all fours before her, overstuffed and fit to burst.

“Mmm...I think you can,” She hummed, her free hand pressing another forkful past my lips.

It was nauseating, yet I couldn’t help but let out a low groan from the back of my throat. I hadn’t eaten this much in my entire life, and certainly wouldn’t be able to achieve the state I was in by myself. She had a way with words and feeding that kept me going, even with the tight feeling of my skin being stretched around my stomach.

I was fed a few more mouthfuls before needing to take a break once more, struggling to breath. My dome of a belly didn’t budge an inch at each inhale and exhale, being stretched to max capacity.

“There’s only one more, are you sure you’ve had enough?” She encouraged, waving the fork in front of my face.

I reluctantly opened my mouth and allowed her to push the fork in. It was definitely more than one forkful as its contents made my cheeks bulge outwards. It was difficult to swallow and my eyes were beginning to water, yet eventually it joined the rest of the contents inside of me.

“Good giiiiirl…” I was rewarded with a pat in the head and a warm smile. I smiled in turn, despite the pain I was in.

“I think you’re deserving of some belly rubs, don’t you?”

I immediately perked up, like a dog hearing the word ‘walkies!’. She laughed in response, “Well, roll onto your back for me then.”

She placed a hand on my back and a hand on my shoulder to help guide me, carefully making sure I was alright until my back was flat on the floor underneath. My stomach was jutting out in the hair high and mighty, completely solid and resembling a baby bump. It certainly felt like I was expecting three food babies, that’s for sure.

She knelt down and straddled my waist, smiling down on me as she began to give my gut some well deserved TLC. “You look so huge, I’m so proud of you.” She said softly. “And you know what this means, don’t you?”

I shook my head, struggling to see her over my belly.

“It means you’ll grow to be even healthier by tomorrow. All that lovely fat here will be nice and soft.” She tried to press her fingers into my stomach, yet aside from the inch of fat it wasn’t having any give. “...Well when it’s not this full, that is.”

She rubbed my belly for about twenty minutes until I was starting to feel a food coma coming along.

“I doubt you’d want to sleep on the floor, come on porky. Let’s go to bed.”

She climbed off of me, grabbing a hold of both of my hands. It used to be a lot easier when I was a two hundred pounds lighter, now it was like trying to move a beached whale.

With a one...A two...A three, I was on my feet. I stumbled as the food shifted in my stomach and made me feel off-balanced, though she wrapped an arm around my shoulders to keep me steady.

By the time we got to the bedroom I was already out of breath, a layer of sweat forming on my forehead as I collapsed onto the mattress, panting.

“I think that’s the most exercise you’ve had in a while, chunky.” She teased, joining me by my side as the large spoon (ironically). “Get some rest, you’ve earned it.”

(A very, very self indulgent short story I wanted to write as a small diversion from my main story at the minute. Basically: “How I’d want to be treated, the short story”.😳)