SURE, BE AT LUDOVICOS IN AN HOUR...
"Hey, I'm, uh, still here you know..."
Kimberlyn looked up from her phone and smiled, tucking her brown bob cut hair behind her ears to let her slate grey eyes focus on the man opposite her.
She knew he would match her. The eyes were her secret weapon in that regard, her ace. Her profile pic was deliberately close up, her face filling most of the tiny window, her bottom lip snared seductively between her teeth. Beneath that a dark fault line of cleavage snuck across the bottom of the picture, just a whiff of flesh to underscore the tones of sexual possibility that permeated the piece.
"I'm sorry, Garrett-"
She shrugged and looked back at her phone.
MAYBE MAKE THAT HALF AN HOUR... REALLY INTO YOU X
"You sure? Whatever."
She watched his face change from sulky annoyance to outright anger. She slipped the phone into her bag with a grunt of effort before leaning back in her chair slightly.
"Look, you clearly aren't into me, it was written all over your face the moment you walked in. I know I'm not what you were expecting, but you have no idea how hard it is for a woman in my condition to meet people and find a genuine connection. Do I not deserve that? Am I not allowed to find someone and feel just a little closeness, maybe a glimpse at what a normal life could have been?"
His expression changed again, this time to defensive embarrassment. He makes to protest, but she's found the crack in his armour and she's sticking the knife in for all it's worth.
"the moment you saw me you judged me, and you've not stopped the whole time you've been here. Every sideways look you shot me, every time I had to shuffle my seat, don't think I didn't see you staring... And not at these!"
She clasps her hands to her breasts, bulging against the sheer black material of her dress. Even in the low light of the Italian restaurant the dress is ever so slightly see through, the dark cups of her bra visible against the pale bosom they encase, though with a bulge of barely held back flesh above.
She's leaning back to accentuate, arching her back in a deliberate and provocative fashion.
The dress blooms outward. The material is stretched, the elastine weave put to tremendously good use in both covering and showing her body off in simultaneously enticing and demure fashion. Beneath the swell her sizeable breasts she swells out yet further, the two of them borne aloft by a grand boulder of a stomach. At its apex, peeking out despite the hair fine layer of fabric over the top of it, is her belly button. Dark and deep, a hollow like a peephole into the very core of her.
He flushes red, not through anger. Beneath the table she swings one leg in a lazy backwards-forwards motion, she's played this game before and he's playing right into her hands.
"I was just getting my trust in men back after... Well, after this happened to me." she says with a tremor in her voice as she strokes the fulsome bowl of her stomach, bobbing between the two of them like some awkwardly surfacing whale. "and then you came along and made me feel like absolute trash. I wish I'd never bought this stupid dress or add such an effort, I really can't afford it with how much this is going to cost me soon..." she pats her tummy, affecting a maternal pose.
"I think maybe you should go." she covers her mouth with her hand as if to hide a sob, the slate grey eyes never leaving Andy.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I wasn't judging... I mean I don't..." he trips and stumbles over the words, caught in a labyrinth he cannot navigate, fighting to maintain even a shred of dignity.
"I mean I barely even have enough for cab fair home, I'll probably have to take the bus if there even is one, maybe I'll have to walk..." she dangles one of her shoes beneath the table from her plump, arched toes.
"I'll get the bill, really, it's the least I can do. I'll go and settle up... On the way out... I'm So sorry... I wish you the best of luck."
"hmmm, that's the first genuinely gracious thing you've done all evening." Kimberlyn huffs as he stands, awkwardly making his way out to the reception where the are reader will be waiting to devalue his bank account by a substantial amount.
She regards first the single plate in front of the place Andy so recently occupied before turning her gaze to the stack of plates in front of her own, the bulge of her stomach resting against the rim of the wide steak plate at the bottom of the heap, gently brushing up and down it with each drawn breath.
She checks her phone. NEARLY THERE, SO GLAD I SWIPED RIGHT ON YOU, HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR GOOD FOOD AND MAYBE MORE...
ALWAYS she replies, before patting the dome of her bulbous midriff. I'M ALWAYS HOPING FOR SOMETHING MORE she adds, trusting that like Andy as soon as he lays eyes on her his appetite will severely diminish.
She stands, settling heavily on her high heels. The Maitre D raises an eyebrow at her, but she only smiles back.
"Just need to powder my nose. There'll be another along in about ten minutes, make sure we get another good table..." she winks.
Stephen was next to arrive. Not so mild mannered as Andy, though still not a challenge to deal with.
She makes sure to strike early, to really layer things on thick. She wedges a plump, purple nailed hand into the small of her back at her side, her fingers sinking luxuriously into the soft pillowy flesh that wobbles there, much as it does on quite a few places on her pampered body. She still wears heels, high ones at that, matching purple nails neatly aligned in the peep toe of her vertiginous footwear. She is a practiced hand at this, even in such shoes as these that require a fair amount of focus and concentration just to keep upright and in motion she manages to set her gait wide, an exaggerated waddle of a walk.
She can feel the eyes on her, every patron of the restaurant turning to stare. Some saw her with another man prior to this, but say nothing. For others, this I'd there first time laying eyes on the engorged figure that totters in, all high heels and jouncing breasts coupled with a vastly convex stomach that sways back and forth as it bobs toward a table at the side of the room, affording it a view of the whole restaurant and the whole restaurant a view of it. Her neat brown bob cut framing her round face and the excited smile on her face as she sweeps in to greet her latest date, apologising for arriving after him die to the non existent traffic she has not been sat it. She can feel them staring, the other diners. Good. It is good that they stare. They stare at her, something that her date surely cannot miss, and the embarrassment starts, the horror, the realisation that the woman they've been flirting with on and off for a few days or weeks or sometimes just smarter of hours is in fat one and the same as this tottering boulder of a creature in front of them now.
Stephen thinks, as they all do, tries to dredge up the memory of her profile pictures. Yep, same face, same eyes, same cheeky smile and god yes the same tits... But what devilry is this? What wickedness lies beneath?
She orders her appetiser and points out that he is staring. Stephen hides behind the wine list and awkwardly tries to ask if she wants anything to drink, though she takes offence at him offering a woman in her "condition" alcohol. He apologises, not for the dirt time. Her starter arrives, she spears each crab cake whole, dunks them in the sauce provided and parts her full lips to take each one whole. She gulps them down after a thoughtful chew and let's out a trill of delight, her hand subconsciously slipping to stroke the flank of her belly, waiting to feel it puff up ever so slightly as each morsel is added to the compacted mass of food that occupies the core of her bloat. Not just the earlier one, but those that came before, the dozens in the previous weeks, the hundreds in the previous months. Every day she grew, and with every date she expanded skittle bigger, a little rounder, a little heavier.
Appetisers gone, main course arrives. Sirloin steak. She loves the feeling of sharp knife on tender meat, the sawing thrum of the serrated blade, loves how the beef adds bulk to the ball of her ballooning belly and bloat her in a solid, weighty manner. It suggests long term change, with each forkful she shovels in her mouth she can feel the tick-tick-tick outward creep of her girth. This is her third date tonight, she was full hours go, now she's just adding inches. There is no room but that she makes, no space for food except that she takes. As she eats, she grows, and more than once she has to shuffle her chair back a little to allow her fulsome girth room to sit between her and the table. She enjoys her beef also because it is the second or third most expensive thing on the menu. She doesn't ord the most expensive, it'd make the later lie about her not having bus fair seem like a ludicrous statement coming from someone who just ate lobster and delicate prosciutto shavings with lashings of hand churned Dead Sea sun crystallised salt. Plus she doesn't like lobster all that much.
Conversation between her and Stephen stalls. It never really started, embers flaring now and then but nothing really catching. Kimberlyn smiles inwardly as she watches his eyes begin to wander the restaurant, looking at all the other couples enjoying their dates. Well matched couples. Attractive couples. Couples where one of them doesn't look like a parade float. She watches as his eyes settle, with a look of deep yearning, on a petite brunette with a slightly lower cut top than may be advisable for someone eating soup to wear. She watches his eyes dip as she does, gazing into the dark well that opens up between her tits as she leans in to slurp...
"Aren't mine good enough for you?"
He jerks his head marionette-fast with a wide eyed look of panic, caught red handed.
Dessert arrives and she runs a finger around the rim of her plate, collecting a thin sheen of cocoa powder before sucking it off in a lingering, full lipped movement.
"I wish people would look at me like that, but all they see me as is something to pity. Ami not pretty any more? It's not my fault I got so fat..." She runs her belly for emphasis, the skin barely denting under her fingertips pressure, she delights as he squirms.
"no, you are.., you're pretty! You're not that fat..."
A mistake. Bingo.
"So I a fat?! Oh god, I'm a whale!"
She feigns sorrow and indignation, for a moment having to put down her fork. Her tiramisu goes unloved for the time being, but she is sure in her knowledge she will get to it soon...
"You're gorgeous, really, I... I'm sorry, I just wish you'd told me before we got here, I wasn't expecting you to be so..."
"So what? Fat? Ugly? Hideous?!"
She slaps it on real thick, her voice rising, hysterical. The restaurant is in deep hush now, everyone is listening to this argument while pretending to hear nothing at all. Dinner and a show.
"Well, you're pregnant! Did you not think you ought to mention something like that? It's false advertising, you're lying by omission!"
She puts a hand to her heaving bosom in indignation.
"Why, because that's such an easy thing to drop in to conversation? And if I had, you'd never have come and I'd have ended up here all by myself, is that it? You're a real piece of work you know."
"hey, I never said I wouldn't-"
She doesn't let him finish. She can sense the mood is against him in the room, she's got him on the ropes, time to really lay into him before the dramatic exit.
"You came here because you thought I was some cheap loose woman with no morels and no sense if my own self worth. You came here because you thought you could just take advantage of me because I'd be easy. You know what, I came here tonight thinking what a nice, warm hearted and generous person you were and how you'd be bound to accept me despite my condition and maybe we'd have a good time and it'd lead to something more. But I guess that's my fault for being an optimist and hoping, just a little bit, that something in my life might go right for once. I guess not, huh? I guess not."
Someone in the back of the restaurant makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a clap, but quickly stifles it. Stephen is bright red, not with anger but with embarrassment.
"I'm not... I mean I am,... I didn't... I don't think..."
He tries every avenue he can think of but none hold the redemption he seeks or the moral high ground he now finds very much lost to him.
"Maybe we'd better just settle the cheque and go our separate ways." she narrows her eyes and spoons another big bite of tiramisu into her mouth.
"I... I'll get this. It's the least I can do." Stephen offers, defeted, withdrawing his wallet in a last ditch attempt to save face. She smiles to herself, the game was well fought but it is done and won once again.
She pushes her chair back, waves off his offer of a helping hand and slowly waddles toward the washroom. He'll be gone by the time she emerges, of that she's sure.
She steers toward the ladies, barging open the door with a plump shoulder. The feeling of pressure pushing forward tells her that simply battering-ramming her way through it at this stage of her gluttonous evening would be a huge and potentially very costly mistake.
She stands for a moment and sways a little. Supporting such weight as hers on such narrow pointed heels is difficult at the best of times, by she is well and truly stuffed.
"oh god... I'm so fat! Mmmmmmmm..."
She waddles to the counter and takes a look at the damage. The dress is doing its best to cling to her mountain of a stomach, but the fight is being fought on more than one front. The bigger her belly swells, the more fabric it requires to stretch which must come from somewhere. The hem of her dress at the bottom has begun to rise. Slowly making its way up and up, revealing inches and inches of creamy thick thigh. She turns to see the view from the rear, if she bends forward even a little bit...
She watches as the two pale domes of her succulent ass cheeks appear, peeking out from beneath the hem.
"Any bigger and I'll have to start pretending to go into labour to get out of paying!" she giggles. She slaps her belly for emphasis, it lets out a low rumbling whine as she does so.
There is a flush from the cubicles in front of her. She hears the stall door behind her click and in the mirror watches a young man, early twenties perhaps, stroll out while zipping his fly before their eyes meet, him caught halfway to doing up his pants, her bent slightly at the waist with a hand on either side of her bulbous stomach, her bum clearly visible in the mirror behind her.
So glutted and food drunk is she that as she pushed open the door to the ladies, sidestepping her way through it, she didn't notice the CLEANING IN PROGRESS sign affixed to the door, nor the checklist on the wall indicating the cleaning schedule for the day and that today's inspections would be carried out by Cory.
"It's you..." Cory breathed, his voice catching in his throat as if staring at some fabled lost treasure, unearthed after years underground.
"Who the fuck are you, and how do you know me?" Kimberlyn doesn't move, aware that if she does so she will only draw attention to her bared backside.
"I'm Cory, I work here... I've seen you come in and out for a while now, you can't be far off due..." he motions to her stomach.
"I'm-" Kimberlyn is about to retort before her gut lets out a vast and resonant growl, causing her to jerk upright in surprise. The whole orb of it seems to bob almost weightless before her for only a second, before with a low THUMP and a liquid sloshing sound it settles heavily, low on her wide hips.
Both of their eyes settle on the still rippling behemoth as various digestive gargles creep out in their ones and shameful twos. The penny drops, and Cory realises something, a fact that has eluded him for some while.
"you aren't pregnant, are you? I mean, not really."
She cocks an eyebrow. "And you'd be qualified to tell me that how? As well as cleaning toilets are you a certified OB GYN?" her fists found her hips as her expression darkened.
Cory stepped forward and as bold as brass poked her in the centre of her tummy. Aside from the resistance two large meals could provide, his finger sunk into the pert surface in a way it really shouldn't have been able to. Her cheeks bulged dramatically, her face flushing green for a split second as she felt the pressure within her revolt at such treatment, her gut squirming and complaining loudly.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she yelped, swatting his hand away from her bulging abdomen.
"Admit it, you aren't pregnant. You're just fat." Cory said, coldly.
Kimberlyn puffed herself up to her full height, in the process pushing out her tummy to its fullest dimensions, adding a few inches to the already vast expanse of belly between them. She stepped forward, her quick movement causing Cory to flinch and she used this momentum to her advantage, pushing him backward with merely the threat of her colossal midriff.
"And what? What if I'm not? Who are you going to tell? Meanwhile all I have to do is whisper in your managers ear and you won't even last the rest of tonight, you'll be out on your ass. I may not spend a lot, but I bring in a heck of a lot of business, something I'm sure the boss is only too aware of..."
Cory backed up to the cubicles, his back colliding with them as the food inflated balloon of a woman waddled closer and closer still. He flattened himself backward, trying to put distance between him and the encroaching wall of stomach, but with nowhere left to go it was all he could do to breath in and try and make himself as small and thin as possible.
"all I have to say is that you accosted me in the bathroom, me, a woman in my "condition" and it'll be all over for you!" Kimberlyn took a malevolent step forward. Her belly bumped into his torso, her weight leant slowly more and more against him as she spoke. "Yull never get another restaurant job again! They might even have you arrest-" she stopped.
Something was poking her.
Gingerly she took either side of her bulbous gut in her hands and swayed it, back and forth, feeling the rub of whatever it was against her. There, beneath her belly button, something insistent jabbing into the lower slope of her mountain of fat tummy. She swung in a slow arc, if whatever it was happened to be a pen then she would have drawn a huge smile across the bulging face of her abdomen.
It wasn't a pen though. Her eyes narrowed.
"You dirty, naughty thing..."
Poor old Cory. He didn't know what to do, on the one hand he was terrified of the sudden loss of his job, the embarrassment, the shock. On the other hand, here was someone that to him was the very embodiment of a goddess, something dreams were made of and in fact had been several times. His body didn't know what to do, fight or... Well, fuck.
Kimberlyn felt a tensing pulse from the rigid cock thrusting into the underside of her stomach, and suddenly things made sense to her too.
"you wanted me to be pregnant, didn't you? You like that."
Cory's eyes were screaming, so wide they looked like the lids might peel his whole head open, but he nodded all the same.
She took a little step back and he relaxed with her, stepping away from the cubicle, hands still raised, not wanting to touch her.
"You've been watching me, haven't you? Watching me come and go, eating more and more and getting bigger and bigger and you believed it, didn't you? The lie. Everyone did, but rather than want to run... You wanted something else."
Cory nodded. "I... I think you're gorgeous, those guys don't know what they're missing."
Kimberlyn smirked at the compliment. As glutted as she was, she could always find room for flattery.
"I still can't believe you poked it though, my belly. That was very rude of you."
"I'm sorry!" Cory shrieked with almost hysterical abandon
"Calm down. You just need to say sorry."
"I'm... I'm sorry?"
She folded her arms under her bulging tits. "not to me, stupid. To her." she looked down to the bloat between them.
"I'm sorry" Cory whimpered, eyeing her engorged gut. She felt him twitch beneath her belly, her ripe and succulent fecundity.
"Kiss it better." she breathed, her voice little more than a pant.
Cory did as he was told. Slowly, he lowered himself into a kneeling position, his face level with the sheer fabric covered orb, tenderly he brought his lips to it and planted a soft kiss on its heaving, rumbling surface.
"Again..." Kimberlyn breathed.
Again he kissed it.
"Again... Again!" she murmured, rubbing the swollen circumference, her cheeks flushing pink. It had been such a long time since someone had paid her belly such reverence.
Cory kissed, as instructed, and as he did so his lips began to roam, moving away from the same spot to trek across this virgin land presented to him, savouring every unexplored inch of the vast plain.
"Lie down... Take off your pants..." Kimberlyn groaned, her hips bucking as she panted. Cory did as he was told. Laying on his back beneath her, her lags straddling him, he watched from beneath as she squatted down onto him. She lowered herself ponderously to her knees, her creamy white thighs parting to reveal the barest scrap of fabric, a pair of black French knickers stretched painfully tight over her plump sex. Once on her knees, she scooted herself lower until she could ease aside the black fabric of her panties and guide the tip of his cock into her, biting her lip to suppress a howl a she did so.
From this angle, she looked truly vast. Corey first rested his hands on the plump wobbling meat of her thighs, the bare flesh jiggling with each and every thrust of her fat wide hips. He crept his hands upward until they reached the hem of her dress. She didnt stop him, not as he took the hem between thumb and forefinger and allowed the forwards and backwards motion of her body to creep it up.
With each thrust it rose, inch by inch. Her belly rested on his chest, blocking his view of what was happening, much to their mutual delight, behind it's bulbous but obscuring girth. The dress crept up it's face, slowly revealing inch by inch the grandiose spherical swell of it. Slowly does it, every so slightly he inched upward, passed the circumference of her food packed stomach, the hem riding up until the deep black pit of her belly button hive into view. It bobbed up and down as she thrusted, her wobbling plump buttocks clenching with each squeeze, propelling the shaft deeper and deeper into the weighty fat woman perched atop it. To counterbalance the weight of her own tremendous stomach, she leaned back, grasping his thighs with her hands, her mouth flapping and gaping piscine like as she drove herself down on him with furious lust. Her back arched, her belly and breasts were stuck out and puffed out to their fullest degree. Beneath her, Cory's fingertips traced the spidery silver lines of webs of old stretch-marks that tattooed the face of this impossible, enormous bloat the quivered atop him, his eyes rolling back in his head despite his wish to record every grunt and movement of this incredible moment.
"Cum for me... Fill me up... Make me even bigger!"
They groaned and panted together, his hands roving over the massive facade of her gut, hers clamped to his thighs, supporting the weight of her own overstuffed body. Slowly their cries built, groaning loader, panting harder and harder until with a slashing cry from her and an arch of his back it was done. Deep inside her bloated body a warm splash flooded her, her whole body trembling and rippling as pleasure sparked and coruscated through each and every muscle.
They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breaths, before there came a loud and unexpected sound. Both pairs of eyes snapped open, but it was not the sound of someone trying the door, threatening to interrupt them.
A deep and resonant gurgle groaned out from the core of Kimberlyn's outrageous belly.
Cory propped himself up on his elbows, still pinned beneath her vulgar weight. "That sounds worrying, everything okay in there?" he ran an appreciative hand over the nearest surface of her bloated midriff.
"Fine, I'm fine, never better!" she scowled, trying to swat away his hand. She had to lean forward to do so, putting ever so slight pressure onto her tummy, causing more groans to issue forth from within her and a wince to mar her plump but pretty features.
"you don't sound fine..." worried, Cory jerked his hand back as he felt something shift within her. The huge volume of pressurised part-digested found bulking out her silhouette was trying to resettle itself inside her, her tummy shifting and distorting for a moment as muscles and organs fought valiantly against the sheer quantity she had crammed inside herself.
"Well I am!" she growled, despite an ugly sound from her belly. "just look at how huge I am, my belly is perfect!"
"it is... But it won't be if you cram too much into it and burst!"
It was a joke, but she didn't take it that way. "Burst?! You think my belly might burst?! Ha! Idiot! How dare you even suggest that!"
With a huff she scrabbled a hand up the counter and began to haul, a fresh barrage of worrying groans roared out of her thanks to the strain but she lifted herself, slowly but surely, off Cory and upright. She leaned heavily against the counter, huffing and panting, sweat beading her brow and rolling down the great curve of her cleavage.
"you men are all the same." she huffed, tugging her dress down as best she could to cover the troubled orb of her abdomen. "you look at me and you think I'm either going to give birth or explode! Why? I haven't burst yet, and I'm only getting bigger!" she slapped her tummy, trying to underscore her point, but the sudden stabbing ache nearly caused her to collapse, for a second the strength went from her thick legs and she nearly toppled over. Recovering her balance, she kicked off her shoes, deciding in her fully fattened state it might be more dangerous than it was worth to try and maneuverer her bulk in high heels. Her fat toes scrunched at the carpet, her dairy painted toe nails flashing in the low bathroom light.
"Take it easy! All I meant was you sound like you're struggling, maybe call it a night?" Cory's voice was full of concern, but her face darkened visibly.
"out of my way." she snarled as she pushed passed him, waddling to the door and out into the restaurant.
Outside of the bathroom the restaurant had begun to empty, the diners finishing their drinks, settling their bills and heading home, perhaps to the same kind of excitement Kimberlyn had experienced only moments before, right under their noses. The bloated brunette staggered out to see only empty tables, a few staff beginning to clean up. Damn! Stupid boy had kept her occupied far too long, she could have squeezed in another date in that time! She reached for her phone in her bag before a voice behind her stopped her.
She turned. There at a table by himself was a handsome middle aged man, shaven headed with a salt and pepper beard and a blue suit. No tie, top button undone. He swirled a glass of red wine in one hand, his phone in another. She wondered for a moment how he had known her, before guessing he had merely set the dating app she too used to "nearest women" at which point she would have been top of the list, being barely twenty feet away.
"Who are you?"
"Fred." the man replied rather incongruously with an undisguised French accent. "I see you are, how to say, single and ready to mingle, as it were. Would you like a drink? Have you eaten yet?"
She was about to answer in the affirmative that she had even before a plaintive whine trickled out of her tummy. Fred's eyes flicked down to it for a second, before returning to her face.
Rather than warn her off, all she thought about in the wake of her tummy's protestations was Cory and what he had said. About to burst. Her! The whole notion was as ridiculous to her as spanx tummy control pants. Why control your tummy? What on earth would that accomplish?!
"S-something to eat?" she glanced around her, one hand planted firmly at her hip above the jut of her globular buttcheek, accentuating the bulge of her unsettled gut. "This place looks like it's closing."
Fred smiled and made a small 'no problem' motion with his hand. "They will make an exception for me. I dine here many times, this place knows how to treat her loyal customers."
Kimberlyn snorted. Her lips curled, poised to deliver some quick remark about how much of a regular customer she was, how the staff treated her, and how she knew some of them, one in particular, in quite intimate detail. She bit back the quip just in time, after all she didn't want to let on any detail of her little scheme.
"Never eaten here before, as it happens." she smiled instead, and taking her time with each step began the arduous process of waddling her way across the restaurant to Fred's table. It was a short distance, but a journey fraught with the peril of jutting table edges that could bash her poor tummy, unseen specs of food that may have been dropped, just waiting to make her slip over and land flat on her... Well, probably not on her face as there was a good deal protruding in front of her at this point.
She reached the table and pulled out her chair. Several waiters hurried over and with a grand flourish simultaneously whipped a sparkling snow white table cloth over the existing one, lit a small forest of tea light candles in the centre of the table, laid two fresh sets of cutlery and took her chair from her. She nodded an awkward thank you to the young woman who bade her sit. In her swollen state, anything other than perfectly upright or laid horizontal was a logistical nightmare of weight distribution, abdominal mass and maintaining balance in her heels.
She had to spread her legs a little to allow herself to lower to the chair. Her tummy bowed lower and lower as she dropped toward the chair in extreme slow motion, one hand braced on the chair back, the other on the table top in front of her.
"I guess it can't be easy, in your condition." Fred began, before plucking the bottle of sparkling water proffered to him by a waiter and pouring them a full glass each before setting the bottle on the table between them. Amidst the empty tables, theirs was a hive of activity.
"Can't be easy what? Finding a dress that'll fit?" Kimberlyn leaned back in her chair. She puffed herself out a little, the surface of her tummy rising an even inch, grumbling softly.
"meeting people." Fred finished, matching her gaze over the rim of his water glass. "it must be hard finding people not immediately... Put off."
This was firmer ground. Kimberlyn dredged through her stock answers, picking out which she'd use today. Tragedy, mixed with a little pity, was a powerful motive to loosen the purse strings of her dates.
"You know what, life isn't easy. Here I am, all by myself, trying to make ends meet as it is and get ready for the next few months. Still holding out hope that maybe tonight'll be the night, you know, the night I might meet the one."
There was something about the grin that momentarily broke his placid countenance. Something she couldn't put a finger on. However, at that moment food arrived. Food she hadn't even ordered.
"ah, lobster bisque." Fred rubbed his hands before lifting the small silver lid from his soup tureen. An identical twin was placed in front of Kimberlyn, when she lifted the lid she found it to be full up to the absolute brim with thick, creamy soup, what looked like half a load of fresh bread next to it on the plate.
It smelled of absolute heaven. And the taste? Divine. Greedily we began to slurp from her spoon, her movements getting quicker and quicker as she fought the urge to simply heft the tureen and pour the liquid down her glutted gullet. She grabbed hunks of bread inbetween spoonfuls, soaking them in the delicious broth before gulping them down just as quick as she could.
Fred watched, placidly, quietly. Taking maybe one spoonful for every ten she took.
She drained her soup in a few minutes flat, but as she did so things began to change. Some time during dinner number two of that evening, she had run out of room in her stomach to fit more food in, so had begun to expand with each and every mouthful. As she had previously discovered, the dress she had looked pretty much poured into when she had first wiggled into it that afternoon was meant for a waistline many times smaller than her current one, though hers kept getting bigger, whereas the dress did not.
As she ate, the hem rose. Little by little, it crept up her tabbed thighs, showing more and more of the soft, dappled flesh as it neared her ass. Cresting the curve of her cheeks, it slipped around her bum, unable to stay pinioned under her incredible weight any longer. Between the two wobbling orbs drew tight the fabric of a black laced pair of French knickers pulled taut and squeezed around her thick legs and bulbous butt, which was now on full show, the sides overhanging her seat.
Kimberlyn didn't care. She finished the last of the soup with a slurp, even as her stomach let out a stifled moan.
"Excuse me!" she giggled, patting her ballooned midriff. The surface did not give at all under her fingertips, tight and almost hard to the touch beneath the sheer fabric of her dress.
Fred placed his spoon on his bowl, indicating he was finished with his appetiser, "Are you having trouble? In there?" he pointed to her belly. Bobbing up from under the table, the black fabric of her dress clinging to it, making it appear like some ash covered leviathan surfacing to crush them all.
Trouble in there. Her face flushed for a second, echoes of Cory's words about her immaculate tummy's imminent rupture filling her head.
"just a little active, that's all." she stroked her belly proudly.
"How many Do you have in your belly?" Fred asked.
"Two." Kimberlyn laughed at her own joke. She meant dinners, rather than babies.
Fred seemed unperturbed. She made a mental recalculation: if the idea of his date being so heavily pregnant didn't turn him off, then she could always Stress the idea of just how fat and massive she was. She eyed her see through dress, through which her heaving tits could clearly be seen resting atop the grumbling orb of her tummy. Another joke, she thought, just to stress her bulk. "It's getting a little late, I'd say I'm going to turn into a pumpkin but I think I'm already URP!" Kimberlyn let out a grand belch that extinguished three of the candles in front of her. Immediately three waiters slid in with matches and relit them, her joke lost as she clasped a hand to her surprised mouth. As it had done a second before, her stomach lurched, jumping with a degree of animation she had never seen in all her many months of gorging herself and then lying back on her feather pillows and watching her vast belly gurgle and GLORP it's way through the mountains she consumed. She loved to lie there, like a great bloated tick, so full and rind she could barely move and could not fit her arms around herself. To her that was heaven.
She did not realise she was already passed that point.
It jumped again, but this time she was ready for it. Teeth gritted, she held back the burp that thrust up to her throat, swallowing it back down as she kneaded and massaged the surface of her stomach as best she could. Leant back in her chair, the great dome of her belly poked forward, leading to a tiny sliver of paler flesh creeping out beneath the hemline at the bottom of the obscenely bulbous slope. Beneath that, a tiny red heart embroidered onto the front of her underwear winked out, visible now from beneath the looming apron of her ever increasing stomach.
As she recovered her composure, hand gently massaging the now calmed surface of her troubled tummy, her main course arrived.
"Beef Wellington." Fred swept a hand over the platter sized plate put in front of her. Kimberlyn inhaled deeply, her body swelling with the effort of such a movement and a rubbery, strained creak grumbling out from in front of her as she did so, but she couldn't help it. The rich tang of herbed gravy, cut through with a sharp hint of mustard. Earthy notes from the pastry, buttery flavours mixing with the succulent aroma of meat. His own plate arrived, she couldn't help but notice it was a great deal smaller than her own.
"Not so hungry? Eyes bigger than your stomach?" she gigged, before once again her fingers had to splay over the flanks of her embattled midriff. She did her best to mask the wince her instinct tried to force across her features by sliding her plump feet out of her shoes and curling her toes, each individual pink digit trying to find greater comfort for the rest of her engorged body by ploughing a tiny furrow in the carpet beneath the table. Her discomfort was thus at least partially hidden.
Fred shook his head. "this is a normal sized main course."
Kimberlyn bit her lip and stifled a belch as she shifted in her seat, trying to better reach the table before her. "And I don't get one that size why... Am I not a normal sized patron?" a rather obvious trap... She only needed for him to flubb his comeback and she could take it as a fat joke and play the slighted party.
"On the contrary. You are eating for two, you bloom with life and like any rare and precious thing you must be tended and cared for. If it is not to your liking I will have them prepare lighter fare. Perhaps another appetiser, a salad maybe?"
She really did feel slighted, but not in a way she could leverage into indignation. Salad?! Just look at her, she thought, she was so fat her dress was little more than cling film clutching at the mammoth surface of her vast abdomen. She was a monument to gluttony disguised as the epitome of maternal purpose. Within her was no fecund womb, just a distinct lack of room. But she could neither show that or acknowledge it herself.
"It's a good job I wore something stretchy... The midwife will have a heart attack once she sees me after this, she'll think I'm having twins!"
"Do not over do things. I would hate to make you sick." Fred replied, an earnest note to his voice.
Implying she was not up to a meal, to Kimberlyn at least, was perhaps second only to implying she might, just maybe, a tiny little bit... Burst.
She narrowed her eyes.
"I'm starving." she said, through gritted teeth, having to raise her voice a little to allow the lie to remain audible over the noise of her churning girth.
"Bon Apetit." Fred smiled as he picked up his cutlery and lunged.
The knife parted the swollen, succulent form before him with shush of fluid filling. Meat seperated effortlessly around the serrated blade as it pierced the pale dome.
A small gout of steam escaped.
His Wellington opened to him, the meat within tender and juicy, the pate atop it seared with a mushroom consome. Dark gravy swirled as meat juice flooded out to mix with it, the beef pink and moist and cooked to the very pinnacle of the chefs ability.
Kimberlyn did not notice such things. She instead only noticed the progression of fork to mouth. Green beans, carrots, honey roast parsnips. All were impale and made the slow journey from the plate. As each cleared the edge of the table they passed a narrowing chasm, at the bottom of which were a pair of rubenesque legs set wide. Squatting between them a jutting up to greet them was a palatial, mountainous thing. Kimberlyn's belly. It was like a fairy tail mountain in which a dragon lived: a great thing that rumbled with the secret at its heart, the monster that threatened to consume all in its wake, everything existing in the terrible shadow of such an edifice. Each forkful flew slowly over the top of this, the rippling, heaving plane of flesh constricted by a sheer dress meant to delight with the hint if flesh beneath, now pulled so frayingly tight that it had become all but see through. The food would pass then over the valley of her chest, the crude ravine of cleavage abnormally thrust upward by not only a hefty amount of underwiring but the shelf like formation of the top of her stomach, which formed a kind of plateau on which her tits could rest.
They were all of them destined for the same fate. Plump red lips would part and darkness would take them. Kimberlyn would chew for only a second or so before swallowing, then proceeding on the next morsel, the next, the next after that.
She ate, and as she did so the startling processes begun earlier continued. With each mouthful the forkful of food would add its bulk to the supercollision occurring inside her mighty midriff as enough food for a family's weekly grocery shop was held in precarious equilibrium by the pressure of her tortured flesh. Each forkful would add the tiniest ammount of mass and therefore pressure, which in turn would make itself known. The outer wall of her stomach, the one visible to anyone with a pair of working eyes and a clear line of sight for what could have been miles, given her ever increasing size, would expand ever so slightly. Factions of an inch, a centimetre here and there, but expansion nonetheless. Slowly she puffed out larger and larger. Her belly looked for all the world like a bullfrog trying to make itself as large as possible to ward off prey, though in this instance it wasn't the frog doing it, it was its master.
With every tiny bit she grew, so to did the strain on her dress, and so it continued to rise. There was a slight rustling, like a foot stirring fallen leaves, as it created her hip, slipping upward to reveal the waistband of her panties. Where the fat tops of her thighs met her pelvis was quite a bulge of flesh, the dress revealing this creamy, dimpled expanse in a single motion. Every time she shifted in her seat this part of her would jiggle and wobble with a hypnotic rippling motion, though the stomach that rested partially on her thighs did not jiggle and did not wobble. To do either of those things there would have to have been some looseness to the skin, some amount of give, but there was not.
She ate and she ate and she ate. Mashed potatoes with roasted garlic and melted gruyere cheese. Shortcrust butter pastry with a salt and pepper crust. Beef tenderloin with a mushroom reduction. Such things registered not for their finery, but to Kimberlyn they were only quantities. This was a war of attrition, a siege, a march, a marathon.
She shuffled forward slightly in her seat and leaned forward, as best she could. Her legs spread wider, allowing the parade float of a belly to hang between them a little more, the only way she could accommodate such a movement. She shovelled, ignoring the growing ache and the worrying sounds her stomach let out with every swallow and every morsel she sent into the abyssal depths of her cast tummy.
Her fork clattered to the plate with a ceramic clank.
"D-Done..." she said, her voice little more than a gravy sodden whisper.
Fred set down his fork and dabbed his beard with the corner of his still immaculately white napkin. "Bravo, quite a performance." he clapped his hands and smiled, but Kimberlyn smiled back, wider and more triumphant than he could, replete in her victory.
"And you doubted me? My ability to eat, how much my tummy could hold?!" she crowed, before she made her first mistake.
She leaned back.
All at once, her belly was tugged back from where it hung between her legs like a great pendulous fruit, pulled upward and back into the embrace of her thighs, where it stretched out almost to her knees. All at once it had to readjust itself, to this new position and the fires acting upon it from within and without. The weight within shifted and settled, though in a new and painful configuration.
"You couldnt hope to match me, my appetite, my magnificent belly-HURK!-"
Her stomach lurched under her grasp as her back met the back of the high backed chair. Leaning backward, her stomach jutted not only forward but upward also, a beach ball of a thing that threatened to obscure her view of both the table and Fred. She could just about make eye contact if she leaned forward a little, though to do so put an undue amount of pressure on her thunderously protesting tummy. Her eyes were wide, her voice strangled off and choked by the internal pressure now threatening to crush the very life out of her. Her face flushed first white and then green. The colour slipping out of her cheeks to be replaced only by clammy nausea. Sweat prickled over her brow, her toes curling frantically beneath the table as they clawed and scratched at the carpet in agony, perhaps trying to tunnel their way to freedom or at least dig some kind of shelter.
This newfound discomfort wasn't the only side effect of Kimberlyn repositioning her gratuitous bulk. The dress, so brutalised and over stretched, pinged upward as her tummy distorted and heaved with her movement. At the Apex of the maneuveur, the bottom hem shot up and only came to rest underneath her breasts, leaving her entire tummy bare for anyone to see.
And what a sight it was to behold.
The surface was as white as newly driven snow. It had all but swallowed her legs and was threatening to do the same to her torso, e rest of the fattened, curvaceous woman near vestigial to the monstrous swell of it. It was far too large for her to stretch her arms around, pinioning her to the seat. Beneath the ghostly white surface traced blue tendrils, great long threads of veins now visible thanks to how thinly her stomach walls had been stretched, like the rubber of a grossly overinflated balloon. Each breath drew a pinched shudder and a wincing gasp from Kimberlyn, for whom the scale of what she had done was only just beginning to sink in.
"Pardon me for saying so, but you do not look well" Fred noted, half standing so that he cups peer at her over the wall like face of her gargantuan glutted belly. From his viewpoint he could just about spy her green-gilled face. The dead centre of his view was occupied by Kimberlyn's belly button, or what was left of it. Any slight deviation from the Absolutly spherical had been eliminated by her immense expansion and the force with which the food within her was resisting the squeeze of her abdominal muscles. Any slight deviation of course included Kimberlyn's navel. When she had entered the restaurant, many hours ago now, the slight see through nature if her dress showed off her belly button as a deep dark hollow on the surface of her protuberant and gorgeously rounded tummy, a slight a bobbing thing that hung over her hips in a way that was not altogether completely convincing as a baby bump, but if questioned was certainly defensible. Now, the comparatively tiny swell of her predate podgy waistline was a mere memory, and with it any pretence of depth on the part of her navel. Now, it was little more than a slightly off-coloured patch of skin that happened to occupy the space on the face of her gut where her belly button had once been. It had not only flattened out but had been utterly obliterated, inverted and then stretched out until perfectly flat and flush with the surface if her belly around it. What precious space it had occupied was too rare a commodity to waste on maintaining something as frivolous as an innie belly button. No, that real estate had been out to much greater and more desperate use as the pressure within her troubled tum spiked to astronomical levels.
"I'm... I'm fine..." Kimberlyn gasped and spluttered. Every time she opened her much she felt like she might vomit, though each breath had to be so shallow a to be almost non existent in order to put as litte pressure in her tummy as possible.
"You look like you are in trouble. Do you need me to fetch you a doctor?" Fred asked, eyeing the waiting staff as he said it.
"I'm... I'm fine!" Kimberlyn hissed, fingers clenching into fists at her flanks, knuckles turning white as she squeezed them inward in protestation at the lancing stabs of pain that coursed through her girth.
Fred gestured to the waiters. Two girls made their way over to Kimberlyn. One brunette and one blonde, they knelt at either side of her stomach. Gingerly, they placed first their hands, then their ears against the sides of her troubled abdomen.
"What... What are they -Ugh- doing to my... My tummy?" Kimberlyn groaned, the pain in her voice doing nothing to disguise the panic in it.
"Harriet there is a student doctor. She works her to fund her studies, her skills are most useful." Fred gestured to the blonde.
"then who's she..." Kimberlyn gritted her teeth as a particularly powerful spasm rocked her voluminous food back bloat.
"Melody? Why, she is merely curious." Fred smiled to the brunette, who gigged. Was she enjoying this? If so, was curiosity really the right word?"
"Leave me... Just need to... Digest..." Kimberlyn tried to shoo them away. If only they would leave her alone she could rest, recover her strength, let the ridiculous volume of food she had ingested settle and begin to digest to the point where, perhaps in a few hours, she could begin to think about summoning the strength to move the crushing weight of her own gorged girth.
"Now now. Let Harriet work her magic."
Gently, Harriet took her forefinger and tapped at the flank of Kimberlyn's gargantuan belly.
Tap tap tap...
She could feel it, these tiny impacts, enough to raise gurgles of complaint from her fragile midriff as Harriet shuffled around to another spot.
"She's huge..." Harriet whispered, though loud enough for anyone to hear.
Tap tap tap...
She pressed her ear to the bulging flesh and listened, carefully, closing her eyes and holding her breath.
"What's she -URP- doing to my belly?" Kimberlyn demanded its all the indignation she could muster in her voice, which being a pained squeak was not a lot.
Fred held his hand for her to hush. Melody gigged, running an appreciative hand over the vast swell before her, like a Carpainter checking the feel of the grain of a freshly sanded tabletop.
Tap tap tap...
A third spot. "hmmmm." Harriet hummed. "I see." she said sagely as she listened to the response.
"What do you think?" Fred asked her.
"She's not pregnant." Harriet stood and made her way around the table to stand next to him. "Judging by the musculature of her thighs and hips I'd say never has been. There's no baby in there, all thats in her belly is too many free dinners. I'd bet money on it. She's just fat as fuck, the greedy bloated cow."
"How dare you!" Kimberlyn spat in rage, ignoring the pain within the core of her grotesquely puffed up circumference. "I didn't come here to be insulted!"
"No, you come to my restaurant to scam free meals." Fred adjusted a cufflink. "You tell the same lies to so many people and you leave without paying the bill. Many of your dates, they cannot pay all of it either, so what am I to do? They did not eat the food... You did. And I cannot chase a pregnant Madame down to at, can I? Think of the scandal. But you... You are not pregnant."
Melody purred, before planting a kiss on the gurgling curve before her, which creaked loudly as if rigging within we're twisting in a terrible storm.
"of course I -Nggggggh!- am... Look at me, I'm enormous!" Kimberlyn protested, unable to even see properly around the evidence that was not only very much stacked against her, but very much attached to her.
"you are." Harriet shook her head. "But despite how massive that tummy of yours is, it's just full of food."
"so full..." Melody purred, before wrapping her arms as best she could around it and nuzzling her face into Kimberlyn's belly, causing its owner to gasp in pain, her eyes bulging at the pressure exerted on her colossal stomach.
"The police will be called, I will tell them to bring a trailer to load you into. I have been keeping a count of the meals you have skipped out on, I cannot tally them on all of my fingers and toes combined. The evidence of your crime, well, she is right there."
Harriet winced. "Not for long, you look ready to explode."
Kimberlyn panted, her eyes rolling. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple and plopped into the dark fault line of her bosom, never to be seen again. She was trapped, cornered, she had to think of an escape, and fast!"
"Hooo!" she panted suddenly, clutching her belly.
Harriet raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
Kimberlyn stared in mock horror at her stomach, her mouth comically open, before she suddenly clutched it's heaving flanks and gritted her teeth. "Nnnnnnggggggaaahh!"
"oh come off it." Harriet folded her arms.
"What the hell is going on?" Fred raised an eyebrow.
"My belly... It's happening!" Kimberlyn yelped.
"what's happening?" Harriet cocked her head.
"I'm going into labour!"
They all stared at the massive sphere before them. Eyeing it. Daring it to make the first move.
Right, Kimberlyn thought. This was her shot. All she had to do was make it realistic. Time to really sell it.
"Hoooooo!" she panted, clenching her teeth, the muscles in her neck standing out taut as she summoned all her strength...
And sucked in her tummy.
She only managed to pull it in a couple of inches, but the effect was jaw dropping. Harriet leapt back as if stung, Fred slapped his hand to his forehead in wide eyed disbelief.
"Contractions!" Kimberlyn roared, half in mock surprise, half in triumph. "Now do you believe me?"
She let go, relaxing her stomach muscles, and all at once the titanic orb ballooned outward to its fullest circumference. There was a terrifying rubberised squeal as the elasticity of her flesh was stretched beyond its limits, the pain was intolerable but if she was to make it out of this she'd just have to manage.
"I'm going to give birth! My baby... It's coming!"
She clutched her phantom pregnancy and gritted her teeth, sucking in her belly as hard as she could again.
"Jesus, they're only a minute or so apart. We need to get her to a hospital. Call a cab!" Harriet was white, trembling, in shocked awe of what was going on right before her.
Melody clapped her hands in delight and stroked the trembling flank before her.
There was a whoosh as Kimberlyn let out a breath and relaxed her belly, letting it swell out again.
The sound that filled the air set teeth on edge and sent Fred scurrying for cover. It was the sound of an aircraft hull buckling at altitude, a submarine hull imploding, a foundation of a skyscraper failing.
All across the surface of Kimberlyn's belly, the ability of her skin to stretch or take any more punishment finally gave out. It was like someone threw a stone at the dead centre of a circular pond, and as each ripple spread out and multiplied it froze in place, dozens of them all hanging in perfect suspension.
The ripples were bright red, contrasting to shocking degrees against the blue white, vein mottled skin of Kimberlyn's belly.
Stretchmarks, some like tiny claw marks, some as thick as a finger. They radiated outward from what had once been her belly button, spreading right around her flanks to her hips.
"Nnnngggghhhaaaaahhhh! What... What's happening to me? My tummy..." she cried out in pain, eyes wide in animal terror. Her toes curled in on themselves so violently the knuckles of her feet were white.
They all looked on, staring at the trembling behemoth before them, before one by one they heard it.
Shorn of its ability to stretch, her actual stomach and the awesome pressure within we're house in what amounted to little more than a material with all the tensile strength of kitchen toll. The livid red marks that now encircled her doomed belly all but spelling out her fate in foot high glaring crimson lettering.
"No... What's happening inside me?!" Kimberlyn gasped, fingers spread as if she could somehow encircle her entire stomach and keep it together. "Somethings wrong... Mt belly.. I feel like I'm going to... No, I couldn't!"
Her piggish squeals and protestations fell on entirely deaf ears. Fred and Harriet began to take steps back, slowly at first, before the note and tenor of the rumble climbed. Glasses began to vibrate, they could feel it like the bass rattle of a rave miles away, passing through the floor and up from the soles of their feet.
"Boss..." Harriet whispered to Fred.
"Yes?" Fred replied.
She didn't need to explain. They sprinted and hurled themselves into the shelter of the bar.
"Come back... Help me!" Kimberlyn shrieked.
Melody laughed, her hands also resting on the doomed bloat.
"Heh heh... You're too fat! You whale, you ate and ate until you're going to burst like a balloon!"
Kimberlyn shook her head. "No! I can't... My beautiful tummy... It wouldn't!"
"It's beautiful..." Melody planted a kiss on it as the rumble from inside Kimberlyn's warhead of a tummy reached a crescendo, her lips leaving A crimson lipstick print.
"But nothing beautiful lasts forever."
Kimberlyn's whole body tensed, her back arched, her legs and arms bunched and clawed wildly. Her toes curled and uncurled, her fingers spasmed, her mouth flapped and she let out one last, long, agonised howl as she felt her belly begin to tear open with a sudden bloom of violent force, like a cannon going off inside her.