Belly Literary Universe (part 2)

Myre's Enthusiasm Part 34: Memories

Myre gasped awake into her fluffy bed. Her expansive, room straining form was gone. Though relaxed from sleep, the only remaining difficulty she had was heaving breaths caused by her dream. With a single wide gesture, she tossed her blankets off herself. Not huge. Not massive, she lamented to herself while running a hand down her soft bulging stomach. Oh my god I was soooo big. Even as the morning light roused her, she had to assure herself that the memories of the experience were of nocturnal hallucinations, and not long past events. It was so vivid. Stretching skin. Endless eating. Her belly on the cold counter, making it creak from the weight. Being pulled down by how heavy it became. Pressing her head back into her pillow, she giggled at the prospect of being just that big.

'Oh i didn't want to say anything mean. But Myre, you got so ridiculously fat.' Myre imagined Evan teasing her. She spread her legs wide. With one hand she rubbed her stomach, with the other she rubbed a huge invisible ball: Her fantasy belly pinning her to the bed. It was the size of a novelty beach ball - several feet across - used for preposterous matches of summer volleyball. This imagined ball was filled with fat and not air of course, and so she tried to feel it pin her to the bed. Still taking heaving shallow breaths, she responded to her phantasmal boyfriend. I know i did. Its destiny... This is just how I'm supposed to be. Massive. Heavy. Soft. Do you think I should get fatter, Evan? I'm pretty hungry.

She thought about the message from her dream and corrected her dialogue. I know... I've put on so much weight. This is how I'm supposed to be. Sooo big. Massive. And sooo heavy. Help me get fatter Evan... Please?

One of her hands wandered down her side as she continued the fantasy conversation. 'Yes Myre. I've come to help you get even fatter.'

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As the bedroom echoes of her shouts faded, she wobbled on shaky legs to the bathroom, smirking at how silly her imagination was. What a dream... What a way to wake up. She set her phone down and brushed the knots out of her tangled, curly and frizzy red hair. As she did her stomach looked huge in the mirror. It was nothing like her dream, but compared to the reality she knew, she'd definitely grown. Actually, She could never remember being bigger. With an excited groan, she tossed the brush to the side to grab her midsection with an awe filled smile. Look at this plump thing! She couldn't help but think of the couple quick, but filling dinner dates she had with Evan over the previous two weeks. This must be where that dream came from. Steak and cheese cake were the major items on the menu both times. She ran her fingers along the crease between her belly and her panty line. Her stomach was jutting out, round, straight ahead of her. Bigger than ever.

She couldn't help herself. She turned to the side, made a sensual pose, snapped a picture in the mirror and sent it to Evan. She captioned it 'empty'.

I'm getting so chubby... She thought as she placed a hand on the top and bottom. I feel like I could grow so fast... Maybe some of that dream wasn't so crazy. The fading but still vivid memory of being as big as mother full term with twins lingered. She felt her apron tied tight around her jolly gut - how the strings pressed against her - how the exposed flesh underneath it squeezed out the sides. While nibbling her lip, she held out her hands, miming such a big belly. I could look like that. I could do it.

The aroused look on her face almost looked painful as she slapped her belly. I let this happen. No, I chose to let this happen. And god, it's so hot. Again she pretended to be huge, by lifting her imagined round gut onto the counter. I can be that big. I could get so big my apron wouldn't cover my belly. I can make myself have to waddle around all the time. It would be so easy to outgrow everything.

At a brisk pace, she returned to her bedroom and grabbed the picture of her mother from Halloween. As always in the dusty picture, Tilly Kamerina sat there with a demure smile while Myre happily painted on her massive belly. Her gut stuck out two feet in front of her and was just as tall and wide. Myre panted. I'm like her... I could get as big as she was.

Myre sat the picture down. Plopping onto her knees in front of the bookcase, she pulled out a big worn dusty shoebox from its hiding place on the bottom shelf. The memories inside were too fresh. Tilly hadn't passed away that long ago. She opened the box, and the ripped side of it, spilled and let pictures spread onto the ground. With shaking hands, she searched through the pictures. Her mother always hated getting her picture taken, and would berate Myre for doing it.

Myre was glad she was so mischievous that way. She found the picture she was looking for: A picture from her graduation ceremony. Just like she'd remembered, her mom was the biggest and most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. She was gigantic.

She shook her head with a smile. I can't believe you could still walk. You must have weighed a thousand pounds there. You still did though. You always managed everything. Even if it was sooo slow. Look how pretty that dress is. It must have cost a fortune... Myre stared at the belly in the picture - how it defied gravity with its massive rotundity. It was the last picture she had of her mom. But she knew that she put on over a hundred more pounds in the time after it was taken. At least.

Myre leaned back and patted her stomach. I'm like she was... I can be that big... That's not just a crazy fantasy. I can look like she did. I could get so huge.

She crawled to her bed, climbed up onto it and sat herself up against her headboard. I can get that fat. She assured herself again and again as if there was a worry that she couldn't. Each time she did she took a heavy aroused breath. As her mind worked, she laid back and spread her legs. I can make myself that fat. I can fill this bed with my belly... She set the photo aside and used both hands to mime such a massive belly again. Oh god... I can be so big. I'd fill this bed and it would all be one big part of me. She squirmed. I can do it... It will take time. But I can do it. I can do it. She moaned and then giggled. Nooo. I should do it. I need it. I need to make myself bigger. Even if I stop later, I need to do this.

Myre took a few moments to calm herself down. But none of her arguments or concerns changed her mind. To reassure herself, she told herself that there was some protocol she needed to follow. On a whim she called her doctor's office and made an appointment. One way or the other, she'd get this sorted out.