Belly Literary Universe (part 2)

Kelri's Gain Part 65: Proposal

After wedging herself out of the shower, Kelri dried off and stepped on the scale. She waited for it to announce her weight. With nerves racing because of her presentation later in the day, she was fidgeting in place preventing the scale from tracking her weight. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. It read out the number. Using the top of her belly as a table she recorded the weight in her planner. 4/30/2021 - 293 lbs.

Kelri released her held breath. The amazement she felt sent a wash of tingles across her body. I'm going to be three hundred pounds in less than a week. And then I'm going to gain more... She huffed and laughed. Despite relieving her desire in the shower, she was already yearning for more. With both hands she lifted her belly onto the cold damp counter. Her massive stomach gurgled and contorted itself demanding to be filled. What's that stomach? You want to make me even fatter? I can't turn you down. Just let me get dressed first...

She brushed her teeth, and wobbled to her bedroom. I wonder if Boris will say anything at the meeting? I've put on fifty pounds since the meeting where I got my promotion. What do I wear though. Kelri couldn't help but run through the events that led her to meeting her boss Boris Boyl for the first time. She cringed at how she showed off her belly - in her mind it felt like she had tried out for a cheesy porn. She laughed at how she basically told him she liked how she gained weight. The advice that the Secret Advisor gave her at the time echoed in her mind. 'Be bold' and 'Be provocative'. The contents of her closet spilled out onto her bed as she searched for an outfit with those words in mind.

It's not the trial, but maybe showing off will help me again. She pulled an outgrown maternity shirt over her head. With the growth of her boobs and belly, it only covered half her belly. If she sucked in and pulled it way down, it could cover three quarters of her belly, but it would rest that far down. What am I going to do? Walk in and plop this thing on the desk? I'm sure he'd like it, but it probably wouldn't help my cause. I should at least appear like this is a legitimate business meeting. She pulled out a long zip up hoodie that she had long outgrown. After a good deal of stretching, it was zipped up, and clung to her curves like plastic wrap. Fuck. This isn't professional at all. Whatever. This will cover me up long enough to get into the meeting.

While she chugged her morning weight gain shake, she ran through her presentation in her head again. I need to make sure to be honest, I think. I already told him I liked putting on weight, so changing that up would just be weird. Well no. It'd be reasonable for a normal person to change their mind. But he's into this. So that might not appeal to him. So I need to be honest. Let him breach the topic though.

Stuffed and bloated with calories she made her way to work.

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For once the stares from office workers were not aimed primarily at her belly. They were focused on the extremely taut sweatshirt plastered around her belly. A few more pounds, and I'd burst out of this. She gave her belly a pat. Part of her hoped that would give enough force to set her belly free. A fantasy of being forced to walk through the office bare bellied made her cheeks flush with red.

Outside of Boris's office, a radio quietly played a rebroadcast of pop music concert from the previous week. The secretary Amy, secretary was something of a chubby woman as well with a round face framed by short hair. Her look was somewhere between disbelief and humor as she buzzed her into Boris's office.