Belly Literary Universe (part 2)

Jackie's Duty Part 17: Answers

"I see the office life has taken its toll eh heh heh. Don't worry. It happens to the best of us," Jackie's boss, Howard said, then sipped from his mug.

Jackie glared as hard as she'd ever glared at anyone. Maybe you'd like me to fill those sunken ass cheeks of yours with cake, huh? Clown. Creepy ass pencil pusher. Jackie thought to herself. She took a moment to collect herself. "It's um. Stress. Not as bad as the Air Force, but enough to - listen, shouldn't I be wiping these hard drives?"

"Always so diligent. That's just what this department needed to get in shape. Keep kicking ass sergeant."

"Master Sergeant."

"Right. That. I can never keep track of all that stuff," he said gesturing with his coffee mug."

Jackie gritted her teeth. Once she finished her task, she used a break to go visit her girlfriend. Her scale in the morning confirmed what she already knew. 141 pounds. 10 pounds gained. 10 pounds closer to finding out the truth why what happened to her mom happened and what the government was really doing. At least if her question was good enough.

Jackie stepped into Valerie's cubical.

The plainly dressed Valerie, sucking on the last of her candy canes, looked thrilled to see her.

"I'm fat now," Jackie announced. Half of it was a joke. Half of it was from her being fed up with her boss's response to it.

Valerie turned up her metal, then rolled over to Jackie and kissed her stomach. "You've done so good. It looks so great on you. It fits."

Jackie smirked and looked up at the lights. "Yeah, yeah. I look great."

"It's true. I'm not just saying it."

"I know."

"You just want your answer don't you?"

Jackie shrugged. "Well, yes. I do want that."

Valerie smiled. "Alright. I trust you. Go ahead and ask it. A deal is a deal."

"Uhhh..." Jackie froze. "Well, actually, maybe later would be better. It could get private. And you know, it's work. Don't want anyone over hearing."

"So my place then?" Valerie suggested.

"Your place." Jackie confirmed.

***

As soon as they got in the door, Valerie pulled her sweater off and slid the waistband of her skirt down under her belly. "I think I'm getting bigger too."

"What? Did you think all the eating we've been doing wouldn't affect your waistline too?"

Valerie gave a sensual rub to her round potbelly. "No. I don't mind. Obviously I like it. I just - what I want is to get fat with someone. You. Preferably. And you've got a ways to catch up."

Jackie laughed and put her hands on her hips in a haughty pose. "You're really convinced I'm going to keep going, huh?"

Valerie walked over, stepping hard so her stomach would wiggle with each footfall. She grasped Jackie midsection. "It worked once. You love it. You love me bringing you food." She smiled.

Jackie shook her head and laughed, not even attempting to answer the question.

Valerie broke her demure gaze and galloped to her couch. She leapt into its comfy confines. "Come here. Lay your head on my tummy. Ask your question."