A Bit Of A Belly Ch 03

I barely contained my laughter when I saw Mary's face going from nervous smile into confused one, only to be quickly substituted by an expression of utter horror.

"I'm afraid I'm only a fat hog that lost all restraint on her gluttony." I said somewhat apologetically.

"I'm so so sorry. I-I didn't... I-" Mary blurted stumbling on her tongue.

"Relax, it´s fine. Really! I'm cool with who I am and with its effect on my appearance." I stated patting my pronounced belly with great affection.

This dress is getting way too tight. If I'll keep eating like this I'm gonna end up with a wardrobe malfunction two days in a row...

It was a real shame the dress wasn't made from stretchier material. As much as I liked the dress its tightness was starting to get on my nerves.

"Still, I am sorry. I shouldn't have assumed that... You know." Mary said fidgeting with her keys nervously.

"Apology accepted." I smiled at her reassuringly.

I looked Mary up and down properly for the first time and the first thing that caught my attention was how young she looked.

She can't be much older than me!

Okay, maybe it was the second thing. At first I couldn't tear my eyes from her boobs. Let me tell you it takes something really special to impress me with a rack after spending so much time around Becca. Mary was almost as big as Becca was!

It took me another second to fully realize just how beautiful Mary actually was. She was stunning! Totally out of my father's league.

How did they end up together?

She was way prettier than my mom ever was and she was quite a heartbreaker in her days! Way prettier than I could ever be. I watched with envy how Mary's molten gold like hair waved down past her shoulder blades and how was her bosom stretching the fabric of her blouse. I... kinda hated her in that moment, I won't lie.

Usually I was kinda awkward when meeting new people, but Mary was definitely the more nervous one here. Honestly, she was blushing and she looked so cute doing so, I wanted to hug her and tell her everything will be alright. It didn't help when Becca bounced into the room shifting the power even more to my side, as we suddenly were two on one.

"This is Becca, our constant appendage."

"Hey!" Becca cried in protest.

"I meant to say my best friend, obviously." I chuckled. "As you've probably heard, this is Mary, my dad's secret girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you." Mary said, blushing even more.

The afternoon was... awkward. None of us really knew what to do or say. Mary seemed really nice though... except she seemed totally out of her zone. As time went by and we were getting accustomed to each other and we all felt a bit more at ease.

"It's getting kinda late, I think I should better go." Becca said, standing up.

"Yeah, me too. Dad's got to be arriving any moment now and I don't want to impose." I said, though I was less willing to get up quickly.

"It's so late already? I got to get to cooking! Please girls, don't go. Stay for the dinner, it's the least I can do."

Well, I didn't need any more convincing. Dinner sounded like a great idea. Becca was more reluctant but even she eventually agreed to stay.

Now it was only Becca and me again and we spent the time the same way we did before Mary arrived - mindlessly watching the television. I must admit I found the lovely smells coming from the kitchen quite distracting and wasn't paying much attention. It didn't take long and my stomach started to growl in anticipation.

Few minutes before the dinner was ready my dad arrived.

"Why did you not tell me?" I demanded giving him no time to prepare.

"Hey Liz, nice to see you. How was your day? How y-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, hi dad." I cut him out. "But seriously, why did you not tell me?!"

My father sighed. "You know that I don't like this stuff..." He shrugged. "And I didn't want you to be upset."

"Why would I be upset?"

"Well, from what I can gather, you're not taking too well that your mother is seeing someone."

"Yeah, but... Kurt is an asshole."

"Is he? What did he ever do to you?" Dad asked raising his eyebrow.

"He... I don't know really. He's just so unpleasant..."

I don't like Kurt and he makes it quite obvious he's not thrilled about me either, but how can I explain it to my dad? That we just try to ignore each other most of the time?

"See? I couldn't imagine what it would be like if you two didn't get along, so I kept pushing it further down the road. I guess it came to bite me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

"It's fine really... It just came as a bit of a shock, that's all."

"So you don't mind me having a girlfriend?"

"Well that depends..." I said seriously.

"On what?"

A grin spread across my face. "How good is she in the kitchen?"

I let out a satisfied sigh. I leaned back, cradling my bloated belly that was stretching my dress to its limit. "That! Was! Amazing!" I exclaimed stifling the urge to belch.

"See? I told you she would like you." My dad said with a smile gently squeezing Mary's shoulder.

"Would you like some more?" Mary asked, her eyes glowing with kindness and with sweet smile brightening her pretty face.

I do.

I still wanted more. The realization dawned upon me. Despite spending a large part of the day stuffing my face, despite already devouring two big helpings for dinner, I still wanted more. But sometimes I had to do the rational thing and stop eating.

"No thanks. I'm full." I lied. "It was delicious though. I can't believe for how long dad denied me of your cooking!" I said staring daggers at him, before breaking into laughter. I was weirdly proud of myself for saying no to even more food, thinking it was important to show some sort of restraint every now and then. God knows how poor I was in that regard.

"Come on, let's go." Becca said touching my shoulder. "Let's give the lovebirds some privacy." She said nodding her head in their direction. Mary was sitting in my father's lap and they seemed lost far away in their little bubble. Once again I was hit with feelings of envy.

I am the one who should be getting dad's full attention, am I not? I'm his little girl!

I glanced down at my midsection.

Uhm... maybe not so little, but still...

"Yeah, we should probably head out..."

The sun was hanging pretty low when we stepped out on the mostly empty street, walking to our respective homes. Fortunately we lived quite close to each other and so we shared most of the journey. I noticed Becca was looking at me. "What's wrong?" I asked looking at my shorter friend.

"Nothing... uhm, it's just... I'm still amazed by how much food you can fit in that big gut of yours!" Becca said pointing at my distended middle.

"Yeah, that... I'm actually holding back, you know?" Becca gave me doubtful look. "Well, holding back probably isn't the best way to describe it..." I said grinning, remembering just how much I ate today. "But I'm not even full! I actually feel more constricted by this stupidly tight dress than by the capacity of my stomach!"

Becca's eyes grew wider in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding! Even after all that you're still hungry?!" Becca exclaimed loudly.

"I wouldn't say hungry, but... it was kinda difficult to turn down another helping, you know?"

Becca shook her head. "There's something wrong with you." She said poking my belly and breaking into laughter. The overstressed fabric groaned at her touch.

"Careful! I like this dress and I'm trying not to breathe too deeply to keep it in one piece."

"You won't be able to wear it again anyway..." She scoffed and I knew she was probably right.

"So... what do you think about Mary?" Becca asked.

Memory of my father caressing her rushed into my mind, filling me with an irrational resentment. I took a deep breath, pushing it in the back of my mind, trying to think positively. "She seems nice..." I said. "And her cooking is

amazing!"

I said patting my belly to emphasize. "The way to girl's heart is through her stomach." I said giggling, paraphrasing the old saying. "She's much better than my mom's boyfriend, I can tell you that much."

That much is true.

"Yeah, but... I don't want to be mean or anything, but isn't she like way too young for your dad?! She's like five years older than we are! I mean like I can't imagine being with someone so old... Again, no offense to your dad. I don't want to make it sound like he's an old perv or anything." Becca said.

I giggled. "Yeah, at first I was taken aback too." I shrugged. "But they seemed to have good chemistry. Besides, can you blame the old perv for liking her?" I smirked. "Mary is gorgeous! And have you seen her tits?! Boy, she's stacked!" I said laughing again.

"Is she?" Becca asked grinning, heaving up her own humongous bosom. "I haven't really noticed."

I stole a glance at Becca's quivering jugs, sizing them up against the memory of Mary's pair. "Laugh it up all you want, tit-monster, but she isn't that much smaller than you are!"

"Yeah, I know." Becca admitted. "So... you're really cool with her dating your dad?"

Not really, apparently I'm a jealous bitch. Great, now I despise myself...

I shrugged. "I guess... dad seemed happy and who am I to stand in his way? Besides, I learned to live with my mom dating Kurt. Everyone looks good next to him..."

Boy, how I hope he isn't at home...

Just like that I was at the end of my journey and it was time for us to depart. We hugged and I couldn't help but notice how great Becca smelled even after a long warm day. It was some kind of flowery scent I couldn't quite place. "See you tomorrow, fatty." Becca said smirking, poking my midsection.

"See you, Becca. See how I actually used your name because I'm not mean and rude person making hurtful remarks?!" I said in a faked outrage.

"Please, we both know you just couldn't think of a name referring to my tits fast enough!" She wasn't wrong.

I've entered the old building in which my mom's apartment was and headed up the stairs. Our apartment was on the third floor and I was used to walking by the stairs even though there was an elevator added to the building couple of years back during reconstruction. The building wasn't meant to have an elevator though and so there was space for only a small shaft. For some reason the three person elevator tended to be kinda faulty, stopping to work every couple of months. But like I said I was used to taking the stairs and I didn't even bother calling up the elevator. The time when I was fighting back against my weight gain left me with pretty strong muscles hidden underneath all my fat, so the stairs didn't really require any extra effort on my part.

When I reached the second floor I was welcomed by an unmistakable smell of mom's incredible lasagna. I was salivating and it deeply saddened me that I would have to say no to the delicious meal. One more flight of stairs later and I stood in front of our door. The scent was now irresistible.

Maybe just a little taste? No, be strong Liz. Be strong!

"Hey mom, I'm home!" I shouted once I was inside, kicking down my boots and fully intending to resist the temptation, go through the kitchen as fast as possible and hide in my room.

As I came into the kitchen, mom was just laying an overfilled plate of lasagna in front of Kurt. "Hi Kurt." I nodded coldly to him. He grunted something in response, frankly, I didn't even care.

"Hey honey!" My mom beamed. "Did you eat something? I wasn't sure whether you'll be joining us or not, but I made enough for a whole regiment! Are you hungry?"

I took a breath to decline, even though it was breaking my gluttonous heart, but I was interrupted. "For god's sake, just look at her, April!" Kurt growled gazing at my abdomen. "Does she look like she needs to eat more?!"

I was pissed off and cold hatred grasped my insides. A mischievous grin appeared on my face however. "Actually, I'm absolutely starving! I haven't had a proper meal all day long, with the school cafeteria closed and all..."

"Oh my poor dear! Sit down, I'll bring you a plate. How much do you want?"

"Uhm... maybe a bit more than you gave Kurt? I'm

absolutely

famished!" I said with the perfect amount of ache creeping into my voice.

"And you're saying the cafeteria is closed? I'll have to give you some money so you can buy something! You can't go whole day without eating!" My mom lectured me sternly.

I locked my eyes with Kurt's and gave him a big smile from ear to ear. "Thanks mom, you're the best!" I said without breaking the gaze. Kurt let out a disgusted snort.

I generally despised people who were taking pictures of their food instead of digging in immediately, but when the giant portion I wasn't sure how my mom managed to cram on a single plate, landed in front of me, I simply couldn't resist. I sent the picture captioned 'Dinner number 2' to Becca. Almost immediately I got a reply.

'You're insane!! XD'

'Yep. It's worth the look on Kurt's stupid face though :D'

Finally I dug into the mountain of food in front of me. I wasn't hungry, but that didn't stop me from devouring every single morsel with ferocity of a starving wild animal. In a shockingly small amount of time the huge portion disappeared into my bulging stomach. I could literally hear the fabric of my dress groaning under the pressure from my growing gut trying to expand even further. It was painful, but it felt great at the same time. I finally felt like I was actually getting full, but at the same time I knew I could go for even more. Kurt was eyeing me with some kind of shocked disgust. He barely managed to eat a third of his portion in the time it took me to gobble down my significantly larger serving. Our eyes met again and I immediately knew what I had to do. "Mom, can I get another plateful like this one? I'm just so hungry tonight."

"Uh, sure honey." Mom said obviously a bit taken aback.

I might be pushing it too far this time...

"Here you go." Mom said with a concern written all over her face.

"Thanks." I took my fork and dived in. This time I took way more time to enjoy the rich flavors as I was working my way through the fantastic meal. I wasn't even halfway through when I felt like I was reaching my limits, I was getting full. Every following mouthful took an effort, but I wasn't going to stop. Bit by bit with bite after bite the serving that would be more than enough for two people was diminishing. I was hurting and every swallow brought even more pain, but it also sent a wave of indescribable pleasure throughout my whole body.

I can't stop now!

At last I swallowed the last mouthful. I was covered in sweat, feeling as if I just ran a marathon.

Ugh, I'm gonna explode!

Exhaling deeply I leaned back in my chair. Kurt was gazing at me, disapproval personified. I was surprised when I noticed he still had some lasagna on his plate. I must have eaten faster than I thought.

It felt like an hour...

I gave him the brightest smile I could muster. "Are you going to finish that?" I asked innocently.

Fortunately he was.

I stumbled to my room as fast as I could manage, eager to get out of the suffocating dress that somehow still held together.

What are you made of?!

That was when I hit another obstacle. The dress was too tight. I couldn't get it off! I plopped my body on my bed in despair, letting out a quiet frustrated cry. It was so constricting that I could barely breathe.

I need to get scissors and cut myself out of it or something!

But before I could do anything, there was a knock on my door. "Liz, can we talk for a moment?" My mom asked entering my room.

"Sure, what's up?" I smiled trying to hide my discomfort.

"I think it's time we had a talk about your eating habits."

And here we go... I fucked up.

"There's nothing wrong with my eating habits!" I retorted sharply, crossing my arms in front of my body. The gesture kinda backfired though, my arms were lying on top of my globular abdomen.

"Honey, you just ate half a pan of lasagna." Mom said calmly.

Half a pan?! Sometimes even I was surprised at how bottomless I've become.

"But I-" I blushed. "I haven't eaten all day..." I lied weakly, blushing even more.

"It's not just about today." She said. "You've gained a lot of weight lately. Kurt and I talked and we think it might be time for a diet."

Mentioning Kurt was like a red flag to a bull. I lost my temper. I jumped to my feet, which wasn't an easy feat considering how stuffed I was. "Oh yeah?!" I shouted. "Kurt thinks I should lose weight?! You know what mom?! I don't give a flying fuck what that idiot thinks!" I yelled, hoping he would hear me. "I should have known

he

put you up to this!"

"Elisabeth!" Mom screamed. "This has nothing to do with Kurt! I'm not blind and you're... You're blowing up like a balloon!" Mom shouted pricking her finger into my belly. "If I didn't know better I would think you were about to give birth!"

It was in that very moment when my dress decided to give up. The seams on both sides burst open and my gut surged forward. I sighed with relief.

"To twins." My mom said before bursting into laughter over the absurdity of the situation. Few seconds later I started laughing as well.

"Liz, I'm not going to force you into anything. It couldn't work anyway if you didn't want to lose weight yourself." Mom sighed. "I worry about you, you know? Promise me. Promise you'll at least think about it."

"I promise."

The door closed behind my mother and I sat down on my bed. I glanced down at my midsection bulging out of the ruined dress. I felt much better now that I didn't need to fight for my breath.

Maybe mom is right. Maybe I'm getting too fat.

It was something I really had to think about.

My enormously swollen gut was obviously still painfully full, but that was a feeling I enjoyed immensely. I couldn't keep my hands from the exposed skin oozing from the holes. Waves of pleasure rushed through my body and I had to bite my tongue not to moan out loud.

Becca was right...

I chuckled to myself.

I'm not going to wear this dress ever again.

This gave me an idea. I reached for my phone, took a picture of my belly and sent it to Becca.

'Guess you were right :D :D'

I tore the dress off and began massaging every inch of my swollen middle. It was true bliss, being stuffed to the brim. I couldn't go on a diet, it wasn't worth losing these sensations.

Maybe I could try to hold back just a bit more though. I really was fat...

A thought struck me and I grinned mischievously.

So Kurt has a problem with how fat I'm getting? I'll show him how fat this girl can really get!