Belly Literary Universe (part 2)

Kelri's Gain Part 73: Hardship

Kelri's belly pulled herself out of bed and nearly collapsed to the ground because of the weight of her gut. That was life. Gaining every day meant he muscles never had a chance to catch up.

As she forced her bra over the top of her belly and under her boobs, she waddled to the bathroom, and stepped onto the scale. Connor trailed close behind, still groggy as well.

Connor put his hands in the air, excited at what the scale read out. "350 pounds Kelri! We did it!"

Kelri blushed and gave her belly a proud jiggle. "Of course we did. This belly was my genetic destiny." She joked, hearkening back to what her mom told her months ago.

They showered together, which came easy. The space of their walk in shower let them work together to clean her expanding body. Ever since they moved in, Kelri learned of a new perverse joy: making Connor help her with things. It wasn't unnecessary, either. Her belly was truly an object demanding of attention and consideration.

After their shower, Kelri's belly absolutely demanded to be fed. It always wanted that, but spending the half hour between getting out of bed and getting out of the bathroom made it angry. Ornery. Ravenous. Kelri plopped her brown, stretch mark covered belly up on the kitchen table, and watched Connor mix her over a gallon of weight gain shake. They never tasted particularly bad or good, but after months of having one every day, she craved it. The sweetness. The calories. The sensation of pouring over a gallon of food down her throat all at once. Ecstasy. Her stomach churned as it got to work on it's meal, and she slammed the empty pitcher down.

Connor pressed himself against Kelri's back, reaching his arms around her and squishing her belly fat with his hands. "This thing is really getting out of control, isn't it."

Kelri blushed, and gasped with arousal. She interlocked her fingers with his, and pressed his hands into her gut, dancing slowly side to side, in a moment of bliss.

They let the moment linger. Connor rubbed, while Kelri simmered on the words. 'Out of control'. Those words sent her into peak arousal. It made her feel greedy. Selfish. Powerful. Connor knew that. That's why he said it, to tease her before work, to ensure she'd eat well.

Kelri shook her head. "I gotta get dressed for work..." She announced, breaking the moment. They were already late from her hitting the snooze button a few times. She pushed Connor back and stepped away from the table.

The surface area of the bottom of her belly grabbed the table with friction. And as she stepped away it used the weight of her gut to flip the table, sending the glass pitcher to the ground, shattering into a million sherds. She froze in place, not daring to even shift her weight further. She was barefoot in a sea of broken glass. "Help..." She mewed.

Connor apologized and immediately fetched the broom, piling the glass into the trash while Kelri stood vulnerable.

"I don't know what happened..." Connor lamented.

"I do. It's this belly. It's out of control, just like you said. Now it's not just a greedy fatty, now it's flipping and throwing shit," Kelri laughed. "It's fine. I have more pitchers. And I can order a new one. I think a bigger one might be a good investment anyway."

Connor smirked and got the rest of the glass dust.

"Now as a reward, why don't you help me carry this belly to get dressed," Kelri said with a devilish smirk. She walked up to him, and pressed her bare belly against his crotch.

Connor took up the cause, and lifted her belly with both hands. As if moving a heavy piece of furniture, they waddled to the bedroom, Connor looking over his shoulder the whole way.