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“Do you wash on cold or hot?” her friend of five years asked. She was a little surprised at the question, furrowed her brows and paused.

“Cold, why do you ask?” She absentmindedly pulled down her shirt creeping up her back as they walked.

“Because your shirt looks like it shrunk in the wash.” She blushed and became more mindful about keeping her shirt from riding up by pulling it down every ten seconds.

“I mean I may have washed it on warm, does that do the same thing?”

“Not usually. Depends on the fabric though.” She was blushing even harder as her shirt continued to climb with each step, each sway of her hips, revealing the soft curve of underbelly she could no longer hide.

“Yeah, I mean it’s possible it got washed on hot. I did ask my boyfriend to do my laundry. You know how men are with stuff.” She brushed it off casually as if she had no idea why her shirt shrunk, but knowing that was not that case. It was her belly that had grown.

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They walk into the counter-serve establishment and are overwhelmed by sights and smells. Deliciously heaping portions of food covered the plates of diners on nearly every table and the presentations all engorging just upon the foodie gaze. She orders an enormous breakfast burrito with ranchero sauce and avocado on top, a decaf latte with almond milk and extra sauce on the side. Her friend orders two hefty tacos and her eyes widen when she sees the sight of them.

“I’m definitely having leftovers,” her friend exclaimed. She eyed her succulent burrito and while it was heavy, she knew she would finish it with no problem. They were seated at a small booth in the corner of the restaurant. The tables were fixed, so no adjustments could be made. She ate at her usual pace, still on par with her friend and one taco. Half of her burrito and one side of sauce had been completely consumed. Her friend eyed her plate and then her own.

“I’m gonna need a to-go box.”

“Really? You’ve had one taco!” She laughed, bringing her foamy latte to her lips.

“Yeah but I’m full. It’s a shit-ton of food. Aren’t you?” she asked as she leaned back into the booth. There wasn’t much space from between the table and the seat but her flat stomach didn’t seem bothered.

“Not yet,” she smiled, cutting another soft piece slathered in sauce. Her friend ordered her to-go box and watched incredulously as her friend in equal size devoured three times as much food as her. She finished her latte, slurped down her water, and cleaned her plate. By the time her food settled, her belly brushed up against the table as she slid out of the booth. She pulled her shirt down and it hugged her round bulge even tighter.

“Wow I can’t believe you finished all that. Here I am with my one taco.” She laughed. “I just love good food.”

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She had the house to herself for a while, so she decided to take full advantage. She ordered the closest thing for delivery, Firehouse Subs. Her favorite was a large ny italian on wheat with added oil and vinegar, a side of chips, and a cookie, a hefty meal for anyone. Sandwiches were one of her favorite foods, so a massive sub was nothing.

After changing into something a little more comfortable, she plowed down the sub and chips, always simultaneously, and nibbled on the cookie for another half hour until it was gone. Her choice in clothing hugged her curves tight. Her pants were stretchy and meant to fit the hips, but her bulging belly pushed the waistband outward and caused her pants to slither down. She grabbed her phone and opened myfitnesspal and logged her meal of 1,970 calories. She cupped the bottom of her belly one-handed and gave it a few shakes, jiggling the new ounces of fat collecting onto her body. She was already thinking about dessert as she continued to pat the upper left quadrant of her belly where the descending colon began. Patting it helped to create movement thus gaseous activity. She let out a chest-rumbling burp and sloughed onto the plush couch, thighs jiggling with every movement without anything to restrain them.

She wondered what people would say when they start to notice her blossoming figure. She wondered what she would say back. One of her friends has surely started to notice. It was slightly embarrassing, but also a little exciting. It was pleasurable to stuff on her favorite foods and take pictures of her progressively growing body. It was hot to experience all the new quirks that come with added fat and weight. She loved the feeling of her body bouncing with every step, especially after a heavy meal. Up until this point, she had seldom given into her desires. Now she has decided to completely give in to them, until she is satisfied.

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“Babe I’m so hungry but so sore too,” she whined, laying starfish pose in the lush bed, muffin top exposed. He smiled and moved towards the bed with a tray of delights. Her eyes widened in excitement and her hands immediately went to stroking her soft belly.

“Where do you want to start? I’ve got all your favorites here.” He really did--chicken alfredo, buffalo wings, mole tacos, and fresh fruit with fruit dip.

“I’ll start with an appetizer of wings.” She lifted her belly from her lap so he could gently place the tray in its place. Her belly rested on the edge of the tray as a placeholder. He tucked a white handkerchief into the front clasp of her bra and watched her ferverously attack eight buffalo wings, licking and sucking her fingertips to remove all the fatty juices and grease before going for another one. He pat her belly with each wing swallowed, helping along a couple of little burps after her sixth wing. The last two wings are the fattest ones--she loved saving the plumpest for last. She washed them down with a few sips of ginger beer, then a few gulps of water and belched rather satisfyingly.

“I’m ready for my pasta now,” she gushed. He removed the plate of bones from the tray over her lap and placed it on another one near the bedroom door. She picked up the fork and began twirling fettucine until she had a bundle she almost couldn’t fit it in her mouth. She continued with mouthfuls as big as the first until she made it halfway through the plate. He continued to pat and rub her belly, creating space in her rumbling tummy and giving her belly encouraging kisses. She let out a few more burps in between little gasps for air and a satisfied moan once she slurped down the last noodle on her plate. She gently clutched her tightening belly building with gas from all that dairy and grease and leaned over to her left side just enough to release a bubbly fart.

“Oops,” she blushed, patting her bulging gut once again. “Pardon my gassy self.”

“You’re only excused if you can finish your meal.” he teased.

“I can feel my belly getting tight, but I’m not quite full yet.” She shifted her extra weight to a more comfortable position, as her meal had settled in different places since she began feasting. Her stretched girth was now reaching the plate on the tray. She unwraps the mole tacos, her sweet and savory treats, chewing thoroughly and extracting the flavors from the sauce as it dripped out the end and onto her bib. She breathed heavily through her nose and leaned back into her supporting pillow as he stroked her underbelly softly in a seesaw motion.

“Mm it’s so yummy,” she whined in between bites. “It’s all so yummy. I want it all in my tummy.” She slowly but surely devoured every bite of her tacos, and re-positioned the tray underneath her belly. He removed the empty plate and placed it on the collection try near the door. A medium-sized bowl of scrumptious fruit enticed her tongue, appealing to the sweetness she aroused and the juiciness of being parched from the richness of her meal thus far.

“My hands are tired from all that lifting,” she cooed. “Would you feed me the rest?”

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