Belly Literary Universe (part 1)

Myre's Enthusiasm Part 5: Delivery

Dusk was approaching as Myre backed her truck into the loading dock of the convention center. The pallet creaked under the weight of 125 gallons of ice cream in 25 tubs. The size of the order and the venue made her wonder about how many people would actually be attending this event. She texted Rachel that she had arrived.

Soon Rachel entered the dock looking pleased with her arrival. The black tank top she wore clung tight around her basketball sized belly. Like an expectant mother she rubbed the sides of it as she looked over flavors written on the top of each tub.

Wow... She's so nice and round. She has to know it too. Her hands are always on her stomach. Myre couldn't keep her eyes off her belly; she didn't even try to avert her gaze.

Rachel turned and gave an approving nod. She pulled out a stack and a half of 20 dollar bills. "The agreed on price and a bonus for your service and discretion."

With a questioning look she counted the money. "This is twenty five hundred dollars. That's like a thousand dollars more than my price!"

"The bonus, as I mentioned. Cozca isn't stingy. We treat our people well so that they'll return the favor."

"Thank you. I don't know what to say..."

"If you can bring the pallet in, that would be great." Rachel ushered Myre further into the building. Even the support facilities were decorated in an ancient Greek theme. The concrete was painted to look like the mosaic in a temple to Zeus. The supports in the loading dock we clad in a facade that made them look like Greek columns, even if they were scuffed from the unloading of supplies..

Still speechless from her generous bonus, Myre followed her in. While in a freight elevator, Myre made business talk. "So whatever is left at the end of the night should be stored in-"

"Oh, don't worry." Rachel interrupted. "There probably won't be any left. Your ice cream is going to be a hit."

"How many people are coming?" Myre asked with disbelief in her voice.

"It's not just the head count, but the apatite." Rachel said as she directed Myre into the walk in freezer. "Why don't you have a look."

They stepped out of the kitchen into a small convention hall. There were a couple dozen women in the hall. Some of them had exposed muffin tops hanging over stretching pants. Many had guts the size of Rachel and walked around placing their hands on each other's guts. One of the women was immense with a belly that filled her entire lap. Around her a gaggle of smaller but still large bellied women poked at her.

Myre leaned against the wall entranced. Wow! They're all so pretty! I wonder if they'd notice if I just stayed here and watched...

"I did say we like to indulge. " Rachel pat her belly so that it would catch Myre's attention.

"Is... this all they do? Sit around? Eat ice cream? Poke at each other?"

"Well no. We eat other things too. We have group organizational things to decide on as well."

"I feel like I should have heard about this before now. It feels like a weird dream..." Myre brushed her hand over her flat stomach.

"Were very secretive. Invite only. And we don't often invite new members."

"So you're what? Like the Freemasons? The Illuminati? What is your goal? To take over the world?"

"Nooo, it's not like that."

"Are you going to have me killed because I saw this?"

"No. We don't operate like that."

Myre chewed her lip. "Are you going to force me to join then to keep the secret?"

"No, haha. But we definitely consider you an associate, at this point. It's hard to find suppliers that understand our needs. You fit that role perfectly. Here, let me show you out."

"Well I'm still going to check under my bed tonight."

"By all means." Rachel smiled. "But you've seen our members. They wouldn't fit under your bed." She laughed. "Let me tell you though, I'm sooo looking forward to filling myself with your ice cream. I've been craving it since last we spoke. We can't kill you or I'll never get to enjoy your ice cream again."

"Hah. I'm glad." Myre laughed nervously. If she fills up on that new ice cream she might outgrow that top before dawn. Oh I hope she comes in my shop again.

***

Back in her truck, Myre sat dumbfounded. She looked back at the conference building as if she could stare through the walls. Her sigh was one of contentedness. With both hands she mimed her hands in a circle above her lap, pretending she was as big as Rachel. She made playful grunts, and hefted her imaginary belly and dropped it.

Back on the road vivid scenarios ran through her head. In each image she had a basketball like belly. She stood at a buffet, with her belly on the counter, loading her plate with food and gossiping about the menu. She imagined herself dressing up to show off her size. In one image she put on a corset designed to show off her belly. In another image she put on a skin tight dress and admired how it clung to her every curve. In another she showed off to strangers in a store while wearing a pair of maternity pants.

HOOONK

Myre swerved back into her lane narrowly avoiding an oncoming car. Jeez Myre! You have to pay attention to the road! Enough with these fantasies. For now. Focus on getting home so we can get to bed. In one piece.

Myre ran her hand down her flat stomach. It would be so nice to carry around something like that though. Ugh. It's only a fantasy. I shouldn't get so attached to the idea. It took years to lose the freshman 15. It was sooo soft. It would be nice to visit that time again... So nice...