Belly Literary Universe (part 2)

Myre's Enthusiasm Part 24: A Gentle touch

### warning: There is a section of the story with mild discussion of sexual assault. I've marked when the second begins and ends, so people who wish to avoid it can skip past it.####

Intentionally overeating for a week made Myre pile on pounds. It was obvious she was bigger. She could feel it constantly pressing against her shirt, her waist band, and apron. When sitting, she could feel the fat squish and form small rolls on her sides. She could see it when she looked down. The skin of her stomach was stretched tight. Years of disciplined eating evaporated as she pushed the limits of her stomach with ice cream and other delicious foods. Evan and Myre stayed up late each night watching panel comedy shows and playing relaxed games together. All the while they watched and played, Myre scooped ice cream into her mouth and Evan fought off sleep. In a haze, she luled herself to sleep each night teasing herself about her growing stomach. Smiling all the while.

Myre dashed around her bedroom and bathroom getting ready. Hair needed to be unsnarled and makeup applied. The look of her round stomach in the mirror halted her in her tracks. Cradling it, she stepped on her scale. The dial wavered back and forth and settled on 160 pounds. I haven't weighed this much since college! When did I last weigh myself? Last week? That's four pounds in a week. I've been such a busy girl. Oof. I can see it all went right here. Look at this thing! Her belly was starting to turn into a real plump protrusion. She had grown out, and up, and a little to the sides and looked like she was in an early pregnancy. With one flat hand she lifted it. Ugh. There is enough to hold. Enough to grab. She gave an aroused giggle and turned to the side. I looove milkshakes...

Her phone beeped. A text from Evan.

"I'm so excited to see you." His text said. Another one followed shortly after. "They tried to get me to come in today, but I told them definitely not."

"I want to make sure you'll be satisfied."

Myre turned around and looked at backside in the mirror. She thought for sure that her petite butt had grown a little bit, but she couldn't quantify it. What snatched her attention was the changes to her waist - the curves of her stomach expanding onto her sides. As her belly had been rounding out, very small love handles had grown too. "I just want to spend time with you! I'm trying to pick out an outfit." She texted back.

"You're beautiful in whatever you wear. Why not Cliffrun Park? It's right next to a bunch of great local places and is away from the real touristy part."

Myre playfully pressed her fingers into her horizontal belly button. It was deeper. Wider. She pulled her finger out from the intense tickling. "That sounds perfect. We can go for a nice walk then get something to eat."

"Well, it's supposed to be hot out. Over 80. Wear something to help stay cool. You wore that crop top before, maybe that would help you stay cool?"

Myre bit her lip and grinned. You really want to see my belly, don't you! Awww! You can stare at me all day. She had to shake the excitement out of her hands for a moment before they were calm enough to type out a coy reply. "I dunno... Are you sure I should wear it? With how much I eat around you..."

"Oh no! Please don't worry about that. I'm really bad at fashion. You should wear whatever you want. Whatever you're comfortable in."

Myre galloped to her bedroom and took out the black spaghetti strapped crop top from her drawer. She pulled it over her head. The bottom of the fabric bunched up on the slight but growing slope of her upper belly. Oh god people are going to stare. But... I'm going to have to get used to it. She laughed. A wave of rebellious courage filled her and pushed away her fears of embarrassment. She pulled out a flowing knee length skirt and tried it on. It was burgundy. With it resting below her belly she felt like a knock off belly dancer, but with the band around her waist, she felt like she was hiding her belly. I didn't eat all that ice cream this week just to hide this thing. No. Maybe another time. To get on with the date, she grabbed a pair of low cut bell bottom jeans. To finish up the outfit, she pinned a small sunflower barrette into her hair. She felt like a hippy. A chubby one with her round belly resting on the top of the waist of her jeans. She was pleased with the look.