Belly Literary Universe (part 2)

Jackie's Duty Part 16: Questions

Jackie groaned as Valerie ushered her into the bathroom. With sleep in her eyes, she stepped onto the scale.

Valerie pressed her lips against Jackie's and smooched. She smirked against her face and whispered. "One 1 pound to go. You're 140."

Jackie grunted. "I feel it." She looked down at her very much no longer flat stomach. A couple weeks prior, Valerie commented that her bust had gotten bigger. It was clear she was right. She was edging towards a C cup. Her stomach was threatening to beat them in a race forward. As expected her stomach was round. Soft. Noticeable. None of her curves were abrupt - her belly curved gently out from under her bosom then rounded back just above her panties. At its furthest point her belly button was almost sticking out as far as her bust.

Valerie grasped the layer of fat and grinned. "You are looking incredible. You've done so good getting this chubby." To emphasize her point, she jiggled Jackie's stomach roughly. Again she bent over to lavish it with gentle kisses. "So nice and soft. So womanly."

Jackie blushed. She tried to avoid looking at her stomach. With how much it had grown, it was difficult not to notice it anyway. Regardless, Valerie's constant teasing praise made her feel light headed. Her words filled her stomach with butterflies - when it wasn't being filled with delicious home cooked meals.

Valerie stood up straight and pressed her stomach against Jackie's. "You're doing so good," She repeated.

Jackie scoffed. "Blame your food. You did all the work."

"I did," Valerie groaned and nibbled her lip. "You know you've almost fulfilled your end of the bargain... Do you have your question in mind?"

"I have a few," Jackie said, and squeezed Valerie's soft hips, pulling her closer, squishing their softness together.

"Make sure it's a good one."

"You don't mean that. You want me to ask you something that will let you answer easily and create more questions."

"I do. So I can encourage you to get fatter with me. I've never had more fun than this. But I'd be a bad girlfriend if I didn't answer a question I'd told you I'd answer. I won't shy away."

"A good girlfriend would just answer the questions anyway," Jackie joked.

"Maybe I'm only an 'okay' girlfriend," Valerie said with a wry smile.

***

Jackie gasped for air as she came to another stoplight. As long as she kept moving, running was just as it was before. It was when she stopped and started that she noticed her new weight. She stumbled when stopping suddenly and lurched when she picked up her pace again. What was worse was that every traffic light was against her. Mysterious Saturday morning traffic had all the cross streets cutting off her route. Besides that, her body affected her runs in other ways. Her slightly heavier boobs bounced and threatened to escape her sports bra. She'd need a new one soon. And her stomach chafed against her shirt as it bounced and wobbled.

Not many more feedings till I get to ask the question. I better plan one out, she thought. That was what dominated her mind on the run home. It helped her avoid thinking how soft she must look - How she was falling out of her outfit.

She twisted the handle and opened her front door with a shove from her foot. After a quick flip of her lock, she tossed her sweat soaked running shirt to the ground and walked over to her desk. The conspiracy board has a layer of dust on it. With a few huffs and puffs she cleaned it off. Questions questions... A few minutes later she had a list written out on a piece of paper.

Jackie picked up the phone and called her accomplice, Marvin.

"Oh ho ho, if it isn't the chubster spy herself. It's been awhile. Getting fat? I assumed you might be in a food coma."

Jackie let out a disgusted noise. "Actually, that's not that far off. I'm almost to the goal."

"Congratulations!"

"Fuck off. I called because I wanted to run questions by you. Input can't hurt."

Marvin's tone got more serious. "Hit me."

"First one I got is: 'Why are you gaining weight, really?' I thought it'd be a good way to get at the heart of some of her motivations. I'd be able to see if she's being manipulated."

"Shit question."

"I know it's not great but-"

"I bet you could get her to answer that without a deal with just a little finesse. Jackie, honey -"

"Don't call me honey."

"And I want you to stop calling at obscene times like - uh - 11 am on a Saturday. Forget it. Listen, if you can't get her to answer that question without a deal then to be honest you're a shitty spy. Next question."

Jackie grunted, but couldn't disagree with his point. "Next is: "What do you know about the genetic modification program your mom was a part of?" If she's connected to this cult, then maybe she knows something."

"Better. "Hell, it's a good question that I'd looove to know the answer to. I know it's important to you, but I think we can do better. We may get great info, or we may get fuck all. It may just be something her mom mentioned having done. And if that's the case were screwed. Well. You are. You'd have to get fatter."

"Fine. Here is the next one: "Who else are you and Kelri friends with?" That's what set this whole deal off. I was asking about that. There must be something there."

Marvin sighed. "No. Too vague. Maybe we'd get names but those people wouldn't have any reason to talk to us. And plus, they might just be normal assholes. It'd be a step back. Information overload."

"Okay here: 'Who is the Secret Advisor?' or 'What is your relationship with the secret advisor?' That should get to the bottom of some things."

"Noo. No no no. That's terrible. It's too narrow a focus. And too deep. We're operating on the assumption that she doesn't know everything about us. Asking that could tip our hand. It's let us know we're close. And either she knows something and will be concerned, or she doesn't and it's another wasted question."

Jackie crumpled her list and tossed it to the trash. "So we need something general but specific. But not too specific. How about this: 'What is your relationship with Cozca?' It's specific. It may give away something of our hand, but she may already know I'm after that info. But it's also broad - it leaves her plenty of room to characterize the relationship in a positive way. It gets at something specific, but is open ended. Whatever she answers, it tells us something."

"Hmmm," Marvin groaned. "That isn't bad. I think - just maybe - something a little less accusatory might be better. Same line, just phrased differently."

"How about: 'What do you know about Cozca?' It's less directed at her. It could be just me hearing a name and asking about it. Plausible deniability."

"That sounds as good a question as we've got. It's up to you. If you're happy? Ask it. You're the one who's going to have to get fatter if it doesn't give us all the answers."

"Ugh. Maybe if I'm nice I'll be able to get some follow up questions."

"Hah. Good luck." Marvin said and hung up.

Jackie moped to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hand found her round stomach. Damn it. It looks like I'm going to have to get even bigger. Gah. Shit...