Belly Literary Universe (part 1)

Camilla's Clothes Part 2: Past and Present

"All right honey, run that by me again?" With a flick of her hand Camilla tossed her measuring tape around Rachel's back. She shifted the tape in her hand and marked down her waist measurement.

Rachel Looked down at the woman measuring her belly with a pleased expression. "What part. You got the part where this was very secret right?"

Camilla straightened her tape. She pressed on end to the very top of Rachel's belly in between her breasts and stretched the other end to the bottom of her belly where it met her waist. "Just. All of it. I'm digesting it all. Need time to process."

"Right," Rachel said. She took a deep breath. "So I guess I'll summarize. Cozca is about sexual liberation. Knowing what you like and being proud of it. Our biggest focus is towards acceptance of uhhh - well - bellies. Fat ones. Big ones. We advocate for other sexual attractions, but bellies is the one the organization has represented the longest and has the biggest membership."

Camilla continued measuring Rachel in a sort of meditative trance. She moved lower and took various measurements of her legs. "And cutting edge medicine? Where does that come in?"

"It's not a new organization. We do a lot of networking. Over the years - and I mean decades - we've cultivated people to work on medical stuff we need. Think of it. We want people to get fatter. We've also had people research things to let them do it better and live longer while they're at it. Sooo we still have tons of contacts like that."

Camilla stood up straight and rubbed at her back. With her trained eyes, she looked Rachel up and down running though options for her outfit. Well I can't rightly fault her or anyone for liking what they like. Were it not so hedonistic I might even call what they're doing virtuous. She took a breath in through her lips making a slight squeak. "And my role in this all? Clothes. Clothes. I know that honey, but like - what is your goal with all those clothes?"

Rachel laughed. "Don't I look like I need it?" She patted her round stomach. "But really... We've been working on slowly expanding our network for a very long time. We've decided we want to take steps that are a bit more visual. Nothing obtrusive. But like - we want people wearing clothes that let them show off their belly. We'll have subtle ad campaigns. Members wearing our new styles. It's all exposure. That's part of the next step."

Camilla nodded. "And what exactly do you get out of all this?" With fingers parted she gestured in a circle toward Rachel.

"What do you mean?" Rachel furrowed her brow.

"I mean... If I'm going to make a line of outfits for - Cozca was it? - then I need inspiration. Something to work with. Now dear, I can't very well look into your organization's mind. You'll have to do. I need to get in your head and understand what it is you're after. Have you ever been close to a pregnant women? I mean socially; get your mind out of the gutter. Usually their worried about looking big or fat or all manner of other superficial things. Because of that their clothes are going to have certain features to help them deal with it. Assuming based on your obsessive patting and what you've said about Cozca those things aren't really a concern. So spill your heart out. What is it your like about all of this roundness?"

"Ah well..." Rachel blushed. "Dad hosted beauty pageants. I was never in one. But I was always there running through makeup rooms in between dressing racks and through rigging. Everyone there was so obsessed with weight. 'Lose five pound or your out of here for good' and the like. I never really understood. They all looked so beautiful to me and I couldn't tell their weights apart. Not really. They had these pregnancy pageants sometimes too. Daddy never worked at them, but he would be there on other business. So I would be there too. They were so beautiful..." Rachel paused to smirk and remember the moment.

Camilla couldn't help but smile with her. "Oh honey I'm with your there. Nothing more beautiful than a pregnant woman."

Rachel laughed. "The funny thing is that I didn't know what pregnancy was. I thought they were just fat. Belly equals fat - at least my child brain thought so. I was so confused as to why these women were allowed to be 'fat' but the women at shows my dad worked on weren't. Heh, I'd run around and tell them that they didn't have to worry about eating. If they got fat there would be shows for them still. That always made them laugh. To jump forward a bit though... I always wanted to look like those pregnant women. I wanted to get fat and be the biggest among them. The judges always made such nice comments about the biggest women. Probably because of the miracle of life and all that, but again. Little kid brain. So I assumed the judging criteria was bigger = better. Because they were almost due of course not because they were fat."

"Oh honey it sounds like you could have used a teacher, or at the very least someone to ask questions to."

"Probably. You didn't ask for my life story. I'm sorry. But these days... I don't know how many details you want... "

"Whatever you want to share, darling."

Rachel hefted her belly with both hands. "Well I always wanted a belly. Like i said. I've fantasied about it since those pageants. And now that I've got one of my own I feel sexier than I ever thought I could feel."

"And your intention is to get even - I hope I'm not insulting you by suggesting it - you want to get fatter honey?"

"Yes. Absolutely. I mean... You asked what I like about it all? I want people to look at it. I want to show it off. I love wearing clothes that let this thing do what it wants."

Camilla smiled. "I think I can get it. Obviously you need something that will grow with you. No flowy stuff to cover you up. Just your belly out there for the world." Camilla scratched at her jaw while searching through hanging lengths of cloth. "Maybe something that can detach to let your belly free? So you can look modest when you need it but also let it all hang out when you want? I don't know. I'll have to work on the idea."

"That sounds very interesting." Rachel scratched the edge of her smile."Does this mean you're on board with the bigger project?"

Camilla slung a length of cloth over her shoulder. "With that procedure you teased? I'll do it."