Belly Literary Universe (part 1)

Kelri's Gain Part 25: Obesity

Switching time zones twice in less than a week left Kelri exhausted on Monday morning. She stepped on her scale and recorded her weight. 12/28 = 181 pounds. She did some quick math. Oh. Shit. I'm obese... The thought didn't seriously disturb her. It didn't even bother her. It was just a fact. A mundane truth.

She stepped out and admired herself in the mirror. It seemed that slowly weight was piling on to the rest of her body. Her thighs pressed against one another and were starting to seriously brush against themselves when she walked. Her ass had grown rounder and stuck out far enough to start making a slight crease where her butt met her thighs. Kelri held her arm out and pinched arm fat. The fact she even had arm fat was new to her. The fact that her arm was too chubby to reach her fingers around was especially new. Her new bra was already starting to feel her gain as well. The strap had grown tighter due to her belly's unstoppable growth, but her breasts now filled her cups quite snugly as well. Soon it would need to be replaced again.

Her belly was still growing the fattest the fastest. 60 pounds... wow... at least 40 pounds of that has to be right here. She hefted her belly up and down with a pleased groan. The density of her belly kept it mostly sticking out, but the last ten pounds had started to make it hang lower. Her belly stuck out a little farther, but most of its recent growth had made her belly taller and wider. Every day it pushed a little bit further between her breasts and every day it grew more to her sides. Hefting it up and down was like trying to toss a prize winning watermelon. As she stared more closely she saw stretch marks. Years of eating contests had left her skin quite elastic, but it seems that her holiday gains had pushed passed that threshold and created faint pale scars along the front and sides of her stomach. She traced the lines up and down with her fingers. They confirmed what she already knew. She was growing. She was growing fast. She gave herself a proud jiggle.

While rubbing her gut in the mirror she texted Connor. "At 181 pounds I am now officially obese."

After a minute Connor responded. "Wow. Definitely getting fat. How do you feel about that?"

Kelri hefted her belly up again, pleased with its size and weight. "I feel...huge. Fat. This is insane isn't it? Three months ago this would have been a nightmare. A literal nightmare. And here I am and I've never felt sexier." She posed with her hand on top of her stomach, took a picture, and sent it to Connor.

"God damned you're so fat now. Are you going to post the picture online?"

So nice and fat... Kelri tapped out a reply. "Do you think i should?"

"They loved your last one. You might as well have lit the website on fire."

"Awesome. It can't hurt to give the people what they want. Plus I can't complain about more people encouraging you to get fatter!"

Kelri smirked and got dressed while she waited for her comments. Thank whoever it was that developed stretching fabric. Her maternity pants were hugging her hips and ass tighter by the day. Her maternity shirts stretched fine, but it looked as if they might not be suitable for where her weight was headed. The bottom of the shirt was now just barely hanging on below her belly. She expected that her stomach may start to peek out seen. All the signs of her growth were conspiring that morning. Her stretch marks. The weight milestone. The shrinking clothes. They all just made her get aroused at the inevitability that she would soon be even bigger.

Her stomach growled loudly begging and demanding to be fed. The demand was almost constant in any moment she was already full. Her stomach size ensured there was almost always room for more. She didn't fight the urges nearly as much. That was a lost battle. She stopped in the kitchen and piled 4 pieces of pizza onto a plate and tossed them into a microwave. It was all that remained of the previous night's pizza. In record time she shoved the greasy cheese, bread, and meat into her stomach.

On the way to work she checked for comments. As expected, praise for her fat was abound. Users proclaimed the coming of the messiah: that the previous picture wasn't just some fluke that someone found. It made her hungry. She stopped for a second breakfast. By 9 am she had already blown way past her calorie count for the day. Through the day her stomach begged for more. Though she tried to restrain herself, she couldn't stop herself from indulging. She couldn't make herself feel bad about it either.

At the end of the, while drunk with arousal, she praised her stomach for its hunger and capacity.