Belly Literary Universe (part 2)

Jackie's Duty Part 14: Bitter Work

While waiting for traffic to pass, Jackie read the street signs. Just a couple more blocks. Then this all starts. The light changed. She dashed across the street, narrowly avoiding someone on a bike. These runs are going to be the last time I'm comfortable exercising.She lamented to herself. She'd never been fat before, but with what she knew of her genes, she figured that she'd end up looking like Kelri, or Valerie once she put on weight. The treatment her mother got wouldn't even give her the kindness of making her gain weight in typically attractive ways. She wasn't going to get an aesthetically pleasing combination of hips and ass, nor was she going to get stacked, or busty, or buxom, or thick. She was going to get an unsightly gut. One that bulged and wobbled - attractive only to the most fetishistically obsessed cultists she was pursuing. It would weigh her down and bounce when she ran. Stretch her clothes. Ruin her posture. And there would be back pain. Still, she would manage it. A belly binder could act like a sport bra, holding it tight and providing support while she ran.

Worse yet would be peoples comments. They won't talk about anything else. People at work are gonna stare and be rude. That's what they do. Something is different? Better be rude about it. Something wearing or looking some way I don't like? Better be rude about it. Ugh. She lamented to herself in her head again. Running was supposed to clear her mind, but as she climbed the steps to Valerie's floor, she felt anything but relaxed.

She wiped sweat away as she knocked on her door. Already the scent of fresh bread, red sauce, and pasta wafted through the cracks. It smelled exactly like what she requested. It's like a death row inmate's last meal. Except I have to keep having it. At least it'll taste great.

Valerie ushered her in. She was wearing a faux corset, tight around her stomach. Showoff. Her hair was tied back just as tight into pigtails. Girly. A moment later she had Jackie in and out of the shower and dressed into a huge fluffy bathrobe.

Jackie was surprised how little Valerie came onto her as she dried off.

Midway through the tour of food, Valerie stopped and grasped Jackie by the shoulders. "I'm the socially awkward one. What's wrong?"

Jackie tried to laugh it off, but it was clear even to her how stilted it was. "It's just - it's a lot."

"Food? Yes," Valerie confirmed. "But I get all of this is going to be weird. You'll adjust... Jackie. I'm not trying to torture you. I know you agreed to this because you made a deal. You want something and you'll do whatever you need to get it. But I offered it because I think it will be fun. For both of us." She smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "If you want to not do this, then you can back out any time. You've been with that BDSM lady - she must have let you know how important consent and safewords are. Same kind of deal here. One word and I'll stop. But on a friendlier note, if there's anything else you like or want, you let me know. I'll do whatever you want."

"I like getting answers." Jackie chuckled nervously.

Valerie grabbed Jackie's hips, and pressed round belly against Jackie's abs. "There's plenty of things I'll be happy to answer for you." She put on a demure lusty smile.

Jackie grasped the arch of Valerie's back. "So, how is all of this going to work then?"

"Well. I'm most interested in what you want. But. I think it'd be a nice start to get you weighed. And then get some pictures."

Jackie cocked her head.

"For comparison later."

"And you're going to use them to get yourself off?"

Valerie blushed. "I can't be aroused by my girlfriend?"

"It feels a bit clinical, is all. And we're girlfriends now? I don't think I ever agreed to that." She pushed Valerie back playfully.

"Feeding someone is really intimate. We've gone on a lot of dates. We haven't said anything, but I thought it was more of an implied relationship than an explicit one. Do you disapprove?"

Despite Valerie's social awkwardness, her standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter nibbling the tip of her finger, she was enticing. Even with the round belly. Maybe that even made the whole display better. It added an innocence or femininity to her awkward, understated personality. Jackie couldn't help but shake her head and smile. "I don't hate it."

Valerie smiled and ran a hand up her hip, then the side of her belly.

***

A little later, they returned to the bathroom. Even though it still felt a little like going to the doctor, she stepped on the scale. She was 131 pounds. Still just a pound up from her usual weight. More was coming. She accepted that.

Posing for pictures was much more enjoyable. Silly. Front view. Side view. Back view. Then she was hungry. Her growling stomach gave it away, and Valerie pounced on her, pulling her out of the bathroom.

"Honestly, more of what we've been doing would be nice," Jackie suggested. "We can watch stuff on TV and eat."

"Sounds more than good to me, baby." Valerie smiled. She pushed her lightly onto her cozy couch and returned to the kitchen for food.

***

Later that night, they fell asleep with stomachs pressed together on the couch while an old superhero movie played unwatched.

Jackie drifted in and out of sleep. On one occasion as she waddled to the bathroom rubbing her lasagna distended stomach and she realized that a big breakfast must be coming too. Maybe she could escape lunch, but another big dinner was coming. She planned days off in her head while accepting that most nights she'd be here. Eating and romancing till she didn't have energy to hold her eyes open. It was comforting in a way. She scoffed as she realized how similar it would be to her military days. It was going to be routine.

She climbed onto the couch behind Valerie and wrapped her arms around her. Damn she's comfy... She thought as she pressed her hand into Valerie's soft stomach. "Comere fatty," She teased. "I'm cold."

Valerie groaned with a sleepy smile. "Whatever you want." She pressed herself back against Jackie.