The door to my room was thrown open. Shocked, I tried to sit up, but was stopped by the weight and size of my still heavily bloated middle. My mother, who stood in the door, was an image of personified rage. I've never seen anyone this angry, let alone my usually calm mother!
"I asked you one thing! Just one thing and what do you do?! You do the exact opposite!" My mom yelled, an angry vein popping up on her brow.
Still half asleep I tried to sit up again, failing once more.
"Look at yourself! You're getting so fat, you can't even get up anymore!"
"I'm sorry." I whimpered, tears starting to fill my eyes. "I was just so hungry..."
"Hungry?! Do you not realize how much you're eating?!" She walked to the bed, where I was pinned down by my massive gut, laying her hand on it. "Honey," she said, her voice softening. "This isn't normal. Why are you doing this to yourself, huh?"
I shrugged. "I just love eating." I said weakly, tears rolling down my cheeks. "It feels good."
My mom sighed. "You can't go on like this. It's not healthy. I don't want to restrict you, but... this has to end! One way or the other."
"No." I sobbed.
"I would be much happier if you'd decided to diet on your own but... It is for your good." My mom said, walking away. She stopped as if remembering something. "Also, you're grounded." She said, closing the door behind her.
"No, no, no!" I buried my face into the pillow, crying myself back to sleep.
I woke up again about an hour later to the sound of my groaning stomach. Groggy and puffy eyed from both, sleep and crying, I rolled out of my bed and onto my feet. "Geez! I'm enormous!" I cried out, once again shocked how big I was becoming. Or rather how big my gut was becoming, as it seemed like the only body part affected by the recent gain. Every day I wake up larger than the day before... mom's right, this is not normal. Why does it feel so right then? My stomach let out another hungry growl. I won't stop! I won't let my mother decide how much I can eat! I glanced at my ridiculous side profile in the mirror and giggled. "I'm starting to look overdue and I haven't even eaten yet!"
Not bothering with putting on clothes I left my room, determined to let my mother know I won't let her control my eating. I'll move to dad's if I have to! God knows I've been thinking about it ever since Kurt moved here. "Mom?" I called out, but silence was all the reply I got. I made my way through the living room to the kitchen, only to find both rooms empty, leaving home alone. I smiled to myself. At least I won't be judged for how big my breakfast is gonna be. My smile faded when I opened the fridge. It's empty?! But our fridge is never empty! I shoved the door closed and started rummaging through cupboards, finding nothing edible at all. "No, no, no!" I yelped. "I'm going to starve to death!" I waddled back to my room as fast as my big belly allowed me, opening every single one of my secret stashes, but all I found was a single bag of chips and two chocolate bars. Unfortunately I've become rather effective with disposing of my snacks and haven't resupplied them in a while. It took me about ten seconds to stuff both chocolate bars into my mouth. Then I tore the bag of chips open and with quick, efficient moves I emptied it as well. My stomach let out an unsatisfied groan as it was used to much larger meals then this tiny snack was.
I went back to the kitchen finding out that in my panic I completely missed a croissant and a little note, lying on the table. One, single, pathetic croissant. I inhaled it in like three seconds, only provoking my stomach to demand more. I grabbed the note and read it. 'Went shopping, I'll be back for lunch. You're grounded, don't go anywhere!' I crumbled the note and threw it away. "What the hell is she thinking?!" I almost shouted. I'm an adult, she can't stop me! I won't stay here for another minute! I thought, full of resolve, stomping back to my room.
Putting on clothes took me much longer than a minute. For once it wasn't because I couldn't fit into them, although the stretchy shirt was a bit tighter than I would prefer and my pants were digging into my middle. The real reason why it took me so much time was that with a belly as big as mine was, putting on socks really turned out to be way more difficult than one might think. And so was tying up my shoelaces...
Once I was fully clothed, I texted Becca to meet with me sooner than we originally planned and headed for the door. As it turned out I left just in time, because as soon as I locked the door behind me, I heard familiar voices climbing up the stairs. Luckily for me, the elevator was on my floor and so I rushed inside as fast as my rotund body allowed me. It felt like an eternity before the little cabin finally started to move down and I breathed out a big sigh of relief knowing I wouldn't be caught, when it did move at last.
I was angry. Too angry to answer my vibrating phone. My mother wasn't the one I blamed however. This whole thing is Kurt's fault! It got to be! Mom would never try to control me like this! I'm going to show him! Show them! I'm gonna eat more than I ever did before! I lay my hand on my already huge belly. "Let's see how much food we can cram inside of you."
My first stop was a bakery so I could finally get a proper breakfast. I... I'm kinda embarrassed how much money I left there. Let's just say that the huge amount of pastries I had yesterday would have seemed insignificant next to how much I got today. I could barely carry it out of the shop. With my hands full with bags upon bags filled with pastries I headed to the nearby park, where we were supposed to meet with Becca.
Bottom first, I let my body fall onto the bench that groaned under the impact, covering its entire length with either my posterior or with paper bags full of pastries. The large part was covered by the pastries, but I couldn't not notice that my bum felt a bit softer than it used to. Not even my belly could steal all the calories for itself. I thought, taking a big bite out of a doughnut.
Pastry after pastry, bag after bag, I moved through my breakfast, that would have been big enough for a dozen guys. Every time my phone vibrated with either a call or a message from my mom, my resolve to eat was strengthened. Not that it needed any help in the first place.
Most of the bags were empty before I spotted the familiar figure, bouncing her way towards me. I almost forgot to stuff my face, watching her boobs heaving up and down with each step, obviously free of their usual prison. The view was stunning even from afar and it only got better the nearer she came to me. She even tried to use her hands to reduce the jiggling of her assets, but it did little to help, mostly because her hands were full of bags. With a cinnamon roll in hand I lazily waved at the blue haired beauty coming my way, realizing just how lucky I was to have her. Is it just me, or do her boobs really look extra huge today? And that's saying something...
"Hey!" I mumbled, my mouth full with the aforementioned cinnamon roll that magically disappeared from my hand.
"Hey, I see you've been busy." Becca said, looking at the numerous empty bags, lying by my side.
"You could say that." I nodded, my sight glued to her bosom. "Seems like someone forgot her bra."
"It's more that someone's largest bra was squeezing the very life out of her! I had a massive growth spurt overnight!"
"Yeah, I can tell. I thought so even from afar but... damn you look massive up close!"
Becca placed her hand on my lap-filling belly and kissed me. "You don't look so small yourself." She said giggling, when our lips parted. "What did you do last night?"
