Heather felt great. Okay, maybe that had something to do with the sugar high of six choc-chip muffins and two packs of Caramel Bombs she'd had between breakfast and brunch, but there was another reason. She had decided to get fat. Plain and simple, not chubby, not plump, not big boned, but all-out fat. She giggled every time she thought of it. Justin had confessed and she'd gone into orbit. This was so damn cool! Now, Justin was off visiting relatives for two months - he'd taken her to a burger bar for a farewell meal - and Heather knew exactly what kind of coming back present he deserved. She was explaining all this, and more, to Shelly, in the living room of her parent's house. While eating. A lot.
Shelly was having a hard time taking it in. Shelly was finding it harder and harder to ignore the changes in Heather's body, even with her occasional snipey comment. Her ass no longer had the classic flaring curves - now, both round, flabby cheeks interfered with each other, huge and out of proportion, quivering and shifting with every heaving step she made. But she moved with the light, bubbly steps of a young woman - Shelly wondered if she was the only one who noticed the deep, loud thuds Heather's feet made when they crashed to the floor. Shelly didn't like focusing on her friend's weight (and despite her earlier amusement, even less on her ample rear) but it was hard not to notice. When Heather sat down it spread out, and she could often be seen shifting uncomfortably, as the twin fleshy mounds no longer fit so well. But recently, there was plenty new to distract her. Shelly noted that when Heather bent over, her newly aquired spare tire had bloomed into a soft potbelly, drooping down and peeping out from under her shirt (unless she wore, as she frequently did, a halter. Then, the gut was in plain view!) Her face seemed to have remained more or less the same, apart from a slowly developing double chin and maybe being a little chubbier in the cheeks, which made the changes to her body all the more astounding. And, Shelly had to admit, her early guess some new fat might increase her bust had been accurate. Her old pushups, always a desperate attempt to make her breasts seem larger, now jammed her meaty pair together, bulging dangerously from the confines of the lacy fabric.
But she still moved with the air of someone not used to being so, so... so damn big! She got up and sat down awkwardly, attempted quick movements, then seemed stunned when she was unable to perform. AND dressed like she was thirty pounds lighter than she was. This last one was particularly noticeable. Heather wore a button-down sweater (the top two undone to give her new cleavage breathing room, she noted), her chubby tummy pooching out and hanging over her stretch-pants as she devoured a few packets of pork scratchings in front of her. She obviously wasn't paying much attention to Shelly, as she would have noticed her obvious disgust.
Shelly couldn't help but feel a twinge for her friend. They'd known each other a long time, and Heather had stuck up for her whenever her own excess weight brought her down. She wanted to do the same for her, but... Shelly hadn't actually been trying to become a blimp. She could sympathize, sure - she knew how good it felt to eat and eat and know there was a thousand times more at the local store, or the ice cream parlor, or fast food joint... No! No more thinking like that, she scolded herself mentally. She looked down and the timid roll of the flesh that poked over her capris. That's where that baby came from. Heather was only focusing on the good; Shelly felt she should fill her in on the bad...
"...Before it's too late!" finished Shelly, letting her thoughts speak. Heather looked at her, a little confused.
"Look, Heather, I know that this whole weight gaining thing was my idea in the first place. Sure, maybe I was a bit jealous of you always being so skinny. And, okay, maybe I even thought it was kind of funny when you started padding your ass..."
Almost instinctively, Heather felt her small hands reaching around to her wide, chubby butt. It was soft, no doubt. She poked it experimentally, and sure enough, her flabby rear squished slightly beneath her finger.
Shelly cut in: "But this is just crazy! You want to become a blimp or something? Do you have any idea what that's like?" Shelly lifted her shirt and displayed her pudgy middle, her drooping overhang and inadvertantly, her impressive bust, pushed up and out by her favourite bra. Heather's eyes widened and flashed with awe and jealosy.
It took Shelly's voice to snap her out of it. "It's not easy being a big girl!" Heather waited patiently for Shelly to finish her tirade. Once she'd gotten Justin to confess his tastes for larger women, her path seemed clear. But the words "big girl" caught her. She'd never thought of herself like that - just a petite little thing who'd put on some flab. She looked down, to see what a 'big girl' looked like. She was already snacking 24/7; proof of her binging manifested itself on her chunkier stomach, fuller hips, and enhanced bosom. Her rump, which had at first outpaced the rest of her body, had slowed down and now seemed more in proportion. (Although she sometimes had to wonder: is my butt slowing down or is the rest of me speeding up?)
She had no desire to change her habits anymore now that she was assured that Justin didn't object to her new look. She tried to imagine having a bigger stomach, fatter thighs, larger breasts - Bigger than Shelley's!
"Look, Shelly, I've been skinny as a rail my whole life, and I've always wanted to have a real figure. You know, a real womanly figure like you-"
"Like me? Heather, I'm not womanly, I'm fat! Don't you understand? And at the rate you're going, you won't just be fat, you'll be huge! And Justin might think that's all great, but what about everyone else? What about the kids at school? Remember when I first started gaining weight? 'Oh, it's Shelly belly!' Ha ha, hilarious."
Though Heather didn't say it, she did remember. She remembered seeing her slim, athletic friend who always beat her at basketball go off for the summer and come back with a broken bone, a candy bar in her hand and thirty extra pounds of rippling fat. She remembered Shelly nervously unsnapping her jeans in the locker room, and her fresh new tummy spilling out as she tried to cram it into her gym shorts. First game of the season, nobody watched the game. They just watched Shelley's new gut, gorged on cookies and candy, bouncing as fast at the ball.
Shelly had put on about ten pounds a year since then - Heather was putting on about 15 a month. Still, a 'big girl'? Heather looked across the room and caught a look at herself in the mirror. She still didn't think she was fat. She was quite pleased with her newly plumpened boobs that required her to go up a bra size (Hadn't that been the whole reason that she'd started indulging in the first place?) Her short red hair perfectly accentuated her fuller face. Her old clothes hugged her new curves nicely, her pants was pulled tight around the swell of her bottom and her sweater creased around her knockers (Heather smiled, delighted that she was finally busty enough that she could justifiably call them "knockers"). Sure, she had grown a little potbelly to match, and she might not love those lovehandles, but she didn't see dislike them. In fact, they were starting to grow on her. (No pun intended!) Her thighs were now brushing each other, rubbing when she walked too fast. And as for the wobbling...
When Shelly had first suggested gaining weight, she'd set herself a fifteen pound limit. What a joke. It was weird how every time she reached one of her limits, it was never enough.
"You don't have to help, Shelly," said Heather. "But we've been friends for so long that I thought you'd want to know. I'm going to gain weight. By the time Justin gets back from visiting his relatives, I'm going to look like his dream girl!"
Shelly waved a chubby arm dismissively and plopped herself down on the sofa, facing away from Heather.
"Fine! Whatever, you go ahead and do that. Just don't come crying to me when you look like a big fat cow!"
"Fine, Shelly, I guess I'll just have to go this alone!"
If Shelly had thought that refusing to help Heather pack on pounds would dissuade her friend from that course, she'd thought wrong. With all the weight that Heather had already put on, she had never felt sexier. She truly felt that she was finally developing a woman's figure and she didn't want it to stop.
Whatever extra curves she grew, it never seemed to be enough. Over the days following their argument, the two friends didn't see much of each other. Heather spent most of the time stuffing her face in a desperate race to add to her ballooning paunch and hefty thighs.
Heather constantly marvelled at the effects her eating was having on her. She could still remember having an athletic body - the layer of swelling, paunchy flab and disproportionate curves still seemed alien to her. She was used to her magnificent butt swaying and wobbling as she walked, but now she had to contend with her stomach blubber rising as falling as she moved or even breathed, sloshing with fullness.
She'd accepted she was now a real couch potato, slumping in front of the TV with her ever-increasingly supply of snacks the moment she got in the door. She occasionally smiled secretly when a diet commercial flashed between programmes, as she shovelled another mouthful of thick honey biscuits into her mouth and chewed ferociously. There was no culinary indulgence she hadn't sampled, and it was heaven. If only Shelly was there to help her along...
She sat there today, sprawled in the easy chair and scooping triple-chocolate ice cream down her throat - every time she swallowed, her stomach seemed to cry out for more.
She was nearly onto her second tub when the phone rang. Heather put down the spoon and hurriedly heaved herself up (it was become more difficult every week!). "Ugh!" she cried, as her heavy pizza thighs pulled her down. She glared at the binge-interrupting phone. "I'm coming!" she growled, as she walked (waddled? was this a waddle?) over and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Well, are we gonna do this or are we gonna do this?" came Shelly's response.
Heather gasped. "Shelly! Oh my god! Does this mean... You'll..."
"WE'll do this, yeah. Now what do you have in mind, skinny?" Unseen by Heather, Shelly grinned.
"I don't know, I was just eating. Snacking all the time, like you suggested."
"Well, Heather, if you're really serious about this, that's not going to be enough. You're going to have to go all the way."
Heather subconsciously rubbed her already gorged potbelly, which had begun to hang out of her shirt – just slightly, but it was a start. "Go all the way? You should see me now. I've just eaten an entire tub of ice cream and I'm nearly busting out of my shirt!"
"Glad to hear that you're not slacking, twiggy! But if you really want to blow up, you're going to have to do more than just snack a lot. You're going to have to really pig out. If there's one thing that I know, it's how to gain weight. The best thing we can do to start you off is have a real food orgy – here, we'll make this into a girl's night out thing, nothing more girly than a couple of best friends getting together to eat. Oo, it'll be like a slumber party! I'll be over to fifteen minutes and I'll bring all the necessities."
Heather frowned, confused. "Necessities?"
"You know, junk food. Any requests?"
"I don't know, anything," said Heather. "You know me, as long as it's edible."
"Jumping in head first, eh, ya scrawny little thing?"
"Don't call me that!" Even with her growing curves, Heather still felt a little self-conscious about how thin she used to be. "I'm almost as big as you are now!"
"As big as me? I think you've got a ways to go before you can make that claim. I'll pick some chips and cookies and, oh, Heather?"
"Yeah?"
"I know how much you love to snack now…but don't you start without me."
"Bleh!" Heather laughed as she hang up, happy to know that she now had Shelly's support. But now that Shelly had mentioned it, she realized that she was still hungry. Damnit, she'd just finished a pretty major snack and already she wanted more? Good thing that Shelly would be over soon with even more treats.
First things first, she thought. A sleepover wouldn't be a sleepover if she didn't change into her pajamas. Heather bounded up the stairs as fast as she could…which, considering how much she had just eaten wasn't very fast. She didn't want to jostle her already bulging gut more than was absolutely necessary!
She waddled into her room and pulled out her usual nighties – a button-down pajama top. She usually didn't bother with bottoms, just sleeping in her panties so that would do for now. As she changed out of her school clothes, Heather noticed that her jeans had left a mark on her waistline where they cut into the porky flesh. Her shirt fit snugly around her plump boobs and the upper portion of her rounded belly, so she had to slowly roll it up to get it off. As she finally pulled it over her head, she couldn't help but notice that the sudden movement caused her body to jiggle and sway.
Stripped to bra and panties, she had a thought and giggled. She went into the bathroom and stepped on the scales. A chill went through her as the dial spun past 160. She hadn't even officially started, and she was heavier!
"Okay, 165, 170... 171! That is almost as big as Shelly!"
She put both hands on the underside of her overhanging paunch and weighed it. There was no denying she felt a bit heftier. She counted in her head... Wow, I'm only 30 pounds away from 200! she thought excitedly. Wait, ONLY 30 pounds? A few months ago, half that would've frightened her to death! But this a new sensation... She'd never been closer to 200 than to 100 pounds before. How large was Shelly anyway, she wondered. Probably about 190 lb, although she'd never really bothered to ask. If she kept gaining at this rate, soon she'd become even bigger than that!
She picked up the pajama top, suddenly realizing that she hadn't worn it in a couple weeks. In her race to gain, she generally ended the day by eating herself into such a stupor that she was too groggy to change into proper pj's. She pulled her chunky arms through the sleeves and struggled to close the buttons around her massive front. They resisted a bit but not too much. Yet. As she came back downstairs, she couldn't help but feel a tad exposed in her over-tight nighties.
Normally, she didn't feel self-conscious about parading in front of Shelly in her skivvies but tonight… well, she hadn't really calculated how those extra pounds would look in this outfit. Her top felt constrictive, and her pale belly flesh could be seen through the small, crescent-shaped gaps between the buttons. Her heavier melons also put some strain on the top, but her rear seemed to totally overwhelm her underwear. She hadn't been able to yank them up high enough to completely hide her crack and her cheeks threatened to bust right through the thin material.
"Well, it's good to see results this early," she told herself. She glanced at the mirror at the bottom of the stairs, catching sight of her profile. Her paunch stuck out further than it ever had before! As she turned, the material creaked. She ran her hands down her body, and accidentally popped the lowest button.
She sighed, and turned to see her stomach was visible nearly all the way up to the deepening belly button. She slapped it lightly with one hand.
"Naughty tummy!" she whispered. "Trying to break out of my shirt!"
It jiggled in response. "And Shelly should get a kick out of this. Hmm, wonder how much longer until she gets back? I'm starving.."
She gingerly dropped herself down on the living room couch, moving slowly to avoid losing any more buttons. Her stomach already felt strangely empty even after all her earlier binging. I've gotten too used to snacking, she thought. If Shelly doesn't get here soon, I don't think I'll be able to wait for her. I'll give her five more minutes. No, make that two. Heck, she should be here now, she wants to help me gain so she shouldn't be too upset if I do start without her!
With that rationalization, Heather made a beeline for the kitchen, her tubby butt cheeks shifting and wobbling. The kitchen was still full of lots of food. Her mother may have been a fitness fanatic, but Heather had inherited her father's insane metabolism – and that metabolism meant that he always kept lots of junk food around. Actually, now that she had become so much more rounded, she had begun to suspect that she HADN'T inherited it to the extent she'd previously believed…
She grabbed a box of oreos off the shelf and broke it open with one hand as she opened the fridge to get some milk with her other. Milk and cookies, nothing better! She poured herself a glass of 50%, making a mental note to make sure there was some whole milk available for her next binge, and expertly dunked a fistful of oreos. Once they were soggy enough, she crammed the lot into her mouth at once. Heavenly!
Before she knew it, she'd eaten her way through the entire box. Her face and hands were smeared with cookie crumbs and filling but it was worth it! She only started to feel guilty when she heard Shelly at the door.
"Hi, Shelly! How's it going?" Heather smiled weakly as she opened the door, hoping that Shelly wouldn't notice that she'd already eaten.
Shelly stumbled in, juggling two bags of groceries, and dumped them on the coffee table. She was wearing a pair of cut-offs and a T-shirt, taut over her fleshy curves. The cut-offs exposed her massive upper legs and seemed quite binding around the thighs. The shorts were short enough that they looked like they might give her an awful wedgie! Shelly might not have liked being so big, thought Heather, but she sure knew how to make the best of a bad situation.
Shelly leaned back to admire all the goodies she'd brought, causing her D-cup breasts to billow out and strain her already snug t-shirt. Heather knew it would only be a matter of time before she'd be that stacked!
Despite her excitement, she grimaced a bit; she'd eaten that box waaaay too fast and her stomach felt just a tad unsettled. Signifying her discomfort, her slightly-distended tummy gurgled slightly. Shelley cocked her head and grinned, eying the bloated pot belly, poking out from underneath her pajama shirt and pressing against her poor, strained panties.
“You've already eaten, haven't you? My god, you couldn't wait fifteen minutes for a pig-out!”
Heather blushed slightly and looked down at her new expanse of belly. She stroked it with her bare hands, and gave it an experimental poke. She could actually pinch her stomach-flab.
She looked up, her eyes betraying old thoughts of diets, exercise and cruel, skinny classmates. She felt a twinge of shame - sure, she wanted to experiment with some extra curves, but she was at the stage she couldn't wait a measly fifteen minutes without gorging herself! What would her diet-crazy mother say?
"No turning back now, tubby," said Shelly as if reading her thoughts. "There is no way that you're telling me that I brought all this junk food for nothing- there's certainly no way that I'm gonna eat it all! So you'd better open wide and hope that gut of yours has enough stretch left in it to hold this stuff!"
She dumped the contents of the grocery bags on the table. Heather gasped in surprise; there was more there than even she had expected! Several bags of chips, boxes of cookies, frozen pizza, and was that beer?
"Beer? How'd you get that?" asked Heather.
"My brother has had some bottles hidden under his bed," said Shelly matter-of-factly.
"Of course, he thinks we're all too dumb to know that. I was just waiting for a special occasion to steal them, though. But, hey, they're got lots of empty calories, so they're just the thing to bloat you up!"
Heather opened her mouth to respond, and let out a small burp. Shelly laughed.
"That's my girl! Here, you start on this and I'll go pop this pizza in the microwave."
Heather rummaged through the bags and found a box of milanos.
"Oh, I just love these things!" she said to herself.
When Shelly returned, she found Heather sitting on the couch, already tucking into a second box of milanos.
"See you're already making progress!" she said, putting down the pizza in front of her. "Hope you left some room for this!"
Heather wavered for a minute, stunned by the sheer size of the deep pan pepperoni. She picked up the knife hesitantly, but then put it down and picked up the pizza with both hands. She tore into it with renewed hunger. She laughed.
"Jeez girl, slow down. You keep going like that and you'll get chubby!"
Heather paused briefly enough to giggle a little at this. As she pushed away the now-empty pizza pan, she patted her inflated tummy. "It'll all go to the right places..."
She stood up and turned, landing a slap on the well-fed derriere, testing the confines of the bedtime panties.
"Speaking of which, how's the original aim of this scheme going?" asked Shelly, pointing at her bust.
Heather smiled and cupped her heavier breasts. They had definitely developed, now even hanging slightly. Her new, larger bra showed them off nicely, squeezing them together and emphasizing her deeper cleavage.
“Not bad, eh?” said Heather. “I’ve finally got big boobs after all this waiting! If I’d known this is all it would take, I would have started eating long ago!”
She stood straight and puffed out her chest proudly, causing excess breast flesh to bulge over the tops of the overfull cups.
Heather swallowed another mouthful of snacks, wiped her mouth and said "C'mon, eat something! There's more than enough!"
Shelly's eyes roamed over the spread of gooey treats she'd laid out in front of her fattening friend.
Temptation rose up within her, but... "Oh no, you're the one getting chunky, not me! I don't need any extra poundage!" She thrust out her stomach for effect, inflating her cheeks. Heather laughed.
"Aw, c'mon! Don't make me feel lonely with all this food..." She put on a baby voice, pouting and nibbling the edges of a cookie. Shelly crumbled, and tore into the Godiva chocolates. Heaven!
Of course, they didn’t stop after one box of chocolates. Or even two. Over the course of the night the two girls ate enough chocolates to feed an entire army. And by the time morning came around they’d just begun to regret some of that indulgence…
Shelley awoke groggy. She found herself lying on the couch in Heather's living room. The place was strewn with the wreckage of the slumber party - candy wrappers, takeaway cartons, a pizza box or two, a noticeably empty ice cream up, chip packets with naught but a few crumbs remaining, and even a few beer bottles. Unsteady on her feet, she grabbed hold of the coffee table and heaved herself up. Almost immediately, she was caught off balanced and wobbled slightly. Confused, she glanced down and saw the nagging reminder of last night's mistakes - she'd sneaked a few cookies, a hot dog, a couple slices of pizza... The more she thought about it, the bigger the list got. But it was so hard to concentrate on all the delightful goodies she was cramming into her mouth (and, she now realized, her belly) when marveling at Heather's own eating. It was like she treated it as a sport. Step 1: take bite of food, preferably two times larger than the mouth is meant to hold. Step 2: Chew fast, methodically, and gulp it down before her stomach can raise any complaints. Step 3: Pick up a new delicacy and pack it in before you've finished swallowing the last. And repeat! Apart from a few seconds in between 'courses' (i.e. when Shelly had to go and load up on more from the kitchen) she never seemed to stop! And if she felt full once in the whole evening, Shelly missed it... But now, Heather was not around to distract her, and the main attraction was her own, lonesome gut.
She'd always had a womanly figure - despite herself, she flaunted her hips and breasts with the best of them, packing her swollen mammaries and expansive derriere into hipsters and halters like shame didn't exist. She'd always been aware of the pudge around her middle - in high school, how could she avoid it? It had always been thick - squashy even, folding into little stomach rolls when she bent over - but never really round, except after those huge thanksgiving dinners grandma makes... Now, it curved out gracefully, joining her wide hips and putting a little more pressure on her love handles.
She took a few experimental steps, and was surprised by how hefty she felt. She watched her bloated tummy bounce and jiggle as she moved.
"Probably 'cause I'm only in underwear," she thought. "Not used to it all hanging out like this."
From the stairs, she heard soft footsteps. Shelly panicked - she was standing in bra and panties, and her clothes were scattered across the room (she'd felt so confined in her denim cutoffs and tiny tee-shirt she'd pretty much torn them off) She didn't want to be caught by Heather with nothing to hide her chunky ass but some skimpy undies! Maybe Heather wanted to get chubby, but not her! She lunged desperately, grabbing the cut-off shorts off the floor, and then spun around to go after her tee shirt. She hopped across the room, trying to pull the cut-offs over her meaty thighs.
"Where's that shirt? Shirt, shirt, shirt – there!" She grabbed at the shirt, but slipped on some of debris from the night before, waved her arms helplessly, and fell flat on her face.
"Owwwww!" she yelped, the impact sending ripples through her flabby belly. It would have hurt in any case but it didn't help at all that she was still so stuffed from last night's binge.
As she lay, rolling around on the floor, clutching at her swollen stomach, the door opened and Heather poked her head in.
"Hello, hello!" chirped Heather, poking her head through the door. "How's- uh, what are you doing?"
"Nothing!" huffed Shelly quickly. "I was just getting dressed."
She didn't much feel like heaving herself up again, but she felt even less like lying on the floor, in nothing but a tight bra and upzipped cut-offs, in front of her friend.
Heather was even more bloated from the night's feast. Her gorged tummy arced out in front of her, sagging ever so slightly over her panties. The lower buttons on her pajama top were all undone and Shelly doubted that Heather would ever be able to get them refastened.
"Hey, Shelly!" said Heather gleefully. "It looks like you've put on some weight, too!"
"Oh, ha ha. It is to laugh," said Shelly bitterly. "You might think this is so funny, but you forget that I'm not the one who wants to get fat. I'm already too big; any more and I'll be a whale."
Heather looked Shelly over. Shelly was always making sarcastic comments about her weight, most people might suspect that she was pretty insecure about it. But the fact that she never really tried to disguise it, that she actually tended to wear her clothes just a tad on the snug side, lead Heather to suspect that Shelly didn't mind her extra curves nearly as much as she suggested. Heather, always the twiggier of the pair, had always been jealous of Shelly's more voluptuous figure.
"Oh, man," said Heather. "I'm hungry. What's for breakfast?"
"Hungry? Breakfast?" Shelly was incredulous. "Girl, do you not remember what we just did? You must have eaten twice as much as I did and I'm absolutely stuffed to bursting still! Where do you put it all?"
Heather shrugged. "You were the one who said I needed to go all the way, so that's what I'm doing!"
"You're going more than all the way! Wow, Heather, look at that gut!" She reached over and grabbed a handful of soft adipose. "How much have you put on in one night! Look, you're even starting to form folds. Bend over, will you?"
Heather looked at her suspiciously. "Why? What's this about?"
"C'mon just do it!" Heather bend over, just a bit, her tummy still felt full and tender. Plus, bending over just wasn't as easy as it used to be. She felt her widening ass press against the stretched fabric of her panties and she hoped that they would hold together despite the pressure. Shelly broke into laughter.
"I knew it! Feel your stomach!"
Heather put a hand to her tummy and found that bending over had forced it to curl up into several small rolls. As she straightened, she could even see the red crease lines where they had been. They weren't really obvious but they were there now and they'd never been there before! No doubt about it, she was definitely getting heavier!
"Now, one last test- why don't you try to rebutton that pajama top?"
"No sweat," said Heather instinctively before remembering how tightly it had fit the night before- even before her second binge of the evening!
She grabbed the first button and pulled it across toward its hole. She grunted as Shelly stifled a giggle.
"It's stuck," said Heather, annoyed. With a little effort, though, she pushed it through, although the material puckered angrily around it. The second button wouldn't even come within a half inch of closing unless she sucked in her stomach. As long as she held her belly in, the rest of the buttons still closed.
"There!"
"Yeah, that's pretty good," said Shelly, "But you shouldn't try to fool a fellow fat girl. I know all the tricks, so why don't you try doing that without sucking your gut in?"
Heather grinned sheepishly and, slowly, slowly, let her breath out. Her stomach began to inflate, returning to its full, natural size. The creases in the fabric around the buttons slowly began to wrinkle even more, and the gaps between buttons began to widen. Shelly's eyes widened as Heather's tummy reached its maximum size from the night before- and surpassed it. It continued to stretch out, wider and wider, until – pop! The middle button, unable to withstand the force of her belly flab, burst loose and flew across the room. A second late and a second button joined it. Pop! Finally, her stomach reached its full size and hung, sagging over the waistband of her panties, the other buttons all straining but still holding.
Shelly struggled to hold back laughter. "Oh, only popped two buttons? Don't feel bad, Heather, soon you'll be able to bust them all, if we keep up at this pace!" Heather only smiled in response.