Belly Literary Universe (part 1)

Myre's Enthusiasm Part 19: Careful consideration

Myre opened the gate on the churning machine and a soft stream of Myre's Marvelous Mix plugged into a generic paper half gallon carton. She shut the gate as the scale registered the proper weight. With her excellent penmanship she labeled the container, put a top on it, and set it on a stack of nearly identical packages. She wiped her sweat dampened hair out of her face, and grabbed another empty carton.

Staring out of her window at the purple pacific sunset, she couldn't help but let her mind wander. I cant believe I'm doing this! She thought to herself with equal amounts of amusement and concern. This isn't just some delivery for a grocery store. It's all going to one customer. Not just some treat... Just to fatten Rachel up. That's all this is for. That's sooo... Is that okay? Well, I mean... She seems to want that kind of thing. Like a lot. She obviously wants it. That's what's important, right? Lucas wouldn't be doing anything she hasn't done herself.

Myre stopped the flow, sealed and stacked the last of the cartons. On the pallet next to her were stacked 20 half gallons of Myre's Marvelous Mix. That has to be well over a hundred thousand calories... Probably more like one hundred fifty thousand... Shaking her head, she rolled the palate into her freezer for the ice cream to solidify.

With her work completed for the day, she untied her apron and tossed it onto a hook. Mid stride toward the stairs she stopped. Her stomach growled and an intense craving for chocolate, coffee, and nuttiness washed over her. After spending an hour filling cartons, a deep desire for her own ice cream had accumulated. She couldn't resist. Before she had any chance to stop herself she had a large milkshake of Myre's Marvelous Mix sitting on the counter.

Oh boy. She thought to herself. I didn't mean to make that. I should just toss it out. Call it shrinkage... Coyly, she ran her finger around the plastic top of the cup. She pressed her hand into the soft shallow curve of fat on her stomach. Okay okay. Same deal as last time. I need to think about this. She stepped back. I need to choose. I need to decide. Whatever happens, it's my choice. I can just toss this milkshake away. I own it, so I can just choose to do that. No harm. I'm not tight on money really. Or - I can choose to drink the milkshake - no that's not what the choice is. I can choose to put on weight. That's what the milkshake will do, right? It will make me put on some weight. It will make me get fatter. It will make my belly bigger and It will take a long time to lose that weight - that fat. That's the choice: throw away the milkshake and lose that small amount of inventory or drink the milkshake that will make me fatter.

Suddenly the ice cream shop was uncomfortably hot. She nibbled her lip and clasped her nervous hand against her cheek. She crossed one leg around the back of the other. A nervous laugh heralded an errant thought - a momentary daydream. In her mind she saw Rachel on a couch, her belly bulging out of her red tank top. Slowly, carton after carton of Myre's Marvelous Mix were emptied into Rachel's mouth by a doting Lucas. Rachel moaned in between belly rubs and huge mouthfuls of ice cream. Myre's imagination shifted the image. She was sitting on the couch as Evan filled her mouth with delicious food - steaks, burgers, pancakes, and ice cream. She felt her belly grow and stretch her shirt. Its weight pressed onto her lap. Satisfaction filled her as Evan filled her stomach. She felt fulfilled as her belly softened in her hands. She felt intensely aroused as she imagined Evan rubbing and kissing and staring at her growing roundness.

Myre gasped herself out of her imagination. With a hesitant hand and unsure smile she grabbed the milkshake. This milkshake will make me gain weight... It will make me fatter... She lifted her shirt and nibbled her lip. I've already got this cute belly, a little more wouldn't hurt. I choose the milkshake. I choose the weight gain that comes with it. She took a long sip of the thick milkshake. Satisfaction rode along with the chocolate and peanut butter. More than that, her guilt and apprehension dissolved in the sweetness. Why was I so worried? Ugh this is soo good! She popped the lid off, tilted her head back and took a large glug of shake. As she winced from brain freeze, she looked down and considered her choice. Her belly was going to get fatter because of the milkshake. All she could feel was contentment about it. Each mouthful was just another step towards being a bigger, softer, and rounder Myre.

As she walked up her stairs she patted and rubbed her stomach as if to encourage it. In a flirtatious haze, she kicked off her shoes, changed into pajamas, and nestled into her comfy computer chair.

Evan responded right away. "Hey! I'm so sorry I've been so busy. Work has been so needy lately. Good money but... I miss seeing you."

"Aww I miss you too! I've been busy as well, so you don't have to worry. Tonight I made a whole pallet of my new flavor. Ten gallons. Not sure when it's getting picked up. Probably in a few days?"

"Oh? Which store? Or distributor I guess? How does that work?"

"Nooo it's for a single customer."

"Who buys a whole pallet of ice cream? Haha"

"Ohhhhh they must have some use for it. I didn't ask but I'm not that concerned. I'm sure they're not building weapons with it or anything unethical haha." Myre smiled again as she imagined Rachel stuffing herself with ice cream. She gave a satisfied rub to her own ice cream filled stomach.

"Hah. Sure. Your new flavor though? Isn't that super rich? Like a million calories in each scoop?"

"Something close to that." She laughed to herself as she typed out her response.

"I Don't want to break this to you..."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I think your mysterious customer is building a weapon of mass fattening."

"Oh no! =O Do you really think so???"

"It's true. You're going to wake up to a news story about how the entirety of Cliffrun's pants ripped simultaneously."

"How awful... It's a good thing they haven't picked it up yet. That could have been a real crisis." Myre blushed. The topic was so close to what she had been stressing over a half hour prior. A warm haze clouded her mind as she considered way to mention what she had done and what the pallet of ice cream was for. Every response she thought about sending was forced, silly, or way too forward.

Evan replied before she had a chance to embarrass herself. "So what are you up to?"

Still, she wanted to breach the topic. In her gluttonous haze she wanted nothing more than to text pictures of her and her stomach for Evan to comment on. She was ready to talk about her stomach all night. In a moment of clarity, she figured out an innocuous way to bring up the topic. "I may have overdone it a bit tonight haha! Spending all night working on a new batch of ice cream had me craving it sooo bad. So I had a big milkshake. Ugh I'm so full now."

"Nonsense, you have to enjoy your work every once and awhile. Otherwise how can you talk up your work to your customers?"

"You're right. There was something missing though..."

"What was that?"

"Damn". Evan replied. A second message came quick after. "I missed one of your wonderful smiles."

Blushing and nestled in a ball in her chair Myre responded. "Is that all I am to you? A warm friendly smile?"

"No but your smile lights up my day like nothing else. I don't know if I can really explain all the ways you make me feel good. You're very special to me. It took me weeks to figure out that phrasing. I'm still not sure if it's right haha"

Myre tapped the armrests of her chair excitedly. With a wide grin she responded to him. "You're too cute! I love it! You did a great job with those words. I need to see you again soooon so I can kiss you!"

"I try. I know. My schedule is so hectic. I'll let you know when I'm free. In the meantime, do you have time to watch something with me? I can't promise I won't fall asleep on my keyboard like last time, but I can't think of anyone I'd rather face type to in my sleep."

"I'll cherish every one of your sleepy messages. Yes of course we can watch something!" Myre settled back into a cocoon of blankets and rubbed her gurgling stomach.