The Tracy Collection

Weighing you down

"Man I wish you didn't clean out my fridge," Tracy said digging around to find some food

"It was for your good, I wouldn't have done it if you weren't such an f-" Kacy stuttered as Tracy lifted the pill bottle and shook it "F-F-f-Fabulous person!" Tracy said shivering in fear.

"If I go get food will you stay here?"

"Of course!" Kacy said smiling a big fake smile stretching her chubby cheeks.

"I don't know, I don't trust you enough. I tell you what jelly belly, I found some 3 cartons of some low-calorie ice cream, why don't I just have you eat it now that way that pot belly of yours will be too stuffed for you to move." Tracy placed the cartons beside kacys hips and kneeled over her, she grabbed the first carton and gently pinched her hulking gut.

"Here comes the airplane!" Tracy shoved the spoon into Kacy's mouth and went straight back. Kacy didn't have the opportunity to eat before that airplane delivered more ice cream. She could feel her belly slowly expand in between her knees.

She threw the last carton aside and saw Kacy looking ready to burst. Although her body was huge she didn't have the hunger to consume that much food." I feel like you just need some milk to make sure you don't squirm around." Tracy booked Kacys nose and slowly got up. She grabbed a gallon of skim milk from the fridge and sat on top of her swollen gut.

Tracy put the gallon to kacys lips and flipped it upside down. She watched as the milk raced to the bottom of the gallon and swam straight down to the swollen pit that is Kacy's belly "You're looking more delicious every minute jelly belly. Speaking of delicious I think I should go get us some nice fast food, how about that?" Tracy shook Kacys belly and watched her wince in pain. She stood up and went back to admiring her frame. She squeezed her love handles and pushed her hand into her thighs. Every part of her body was like a big pillow.

She waddled into her bedroom and searches through her closet. She found a pair of jeans and a baggy coca cola t-shirt which fit like a glove. The jeans pinched her belly and the shirt hung on by a thread. Not to mention she took one step and tore a huge hole. She stepped out of the building and noticed that each stride caused her flab to hop. She climbed into her car. She had to tuck her exposed midsection under the steering wheel so she could drive to buy her feast.

Each time she would go into a fast-food restaurant and each time shed to pull out with 5 to 6 bags full of great burritos and double patty hamburgers. Pulling out of the last drive-thru she looked over at the mountain of bags spewing French fries. She took an old tote bag from her car and shoved all the bags into there. Walking up the steps was hard enough with her broad physique but the smell of the grease filled up the stairwell and made her hunger pains echo throughout her body.