Ghosts

She'd been warned about this place.

They said, at certain times of year, in the weeks when summer was dying and the leaves had begun to brown and crinkle up... There were noises from this place that no one could explain. Sounds like a mountain shifting on its foundations. Loud moans and groans, sometimes screams.

She'd heard it wasn't inhabited, but when Alyssa pulled up outside the old Vanderwald place on her scooter, she wondered why the porch lights were on.

She also wondered why a vast, crumbling gothic mansion had porch lights.

She pushed at the imposing wrought iron gates, which it turned out weren't completely rusted up and furred with ivy, the gate swinging just enough for her to wheel her moped up the overgrown driveway toward the ruined manor.

She flipped down the kickstand on her red and white striped scooter and adjusted her red and white striped hat that perfectly complimented her red and white striped polo shirt. She knocked politely on the huge wooden doors, only to find them unlocked and ajar. She entered, to find herself in a decrepit lobby, everything covered in dust and cobwebs, the house must have been grand before it was abandoned, by the looks of it decades ago.

"Hello?" she called out into the dark interior. "Pizza delivery?" she checked her note. Yep, there it was, fourteen XL superstars with all the toppings. There was no name given, not even I. C. Wiener,  shed assumed this was either fit some kind of illegal rave or it was a hoax. No name had been given though, and the customer had paid by card over the phone in advance. Whatever happened, LUIGIS FINE FAMILY PIZZERIA AND ALL CAPITALS NEON SIGN MAKER had already made its money.

"I have pepper spray..." she called out again. Alyssa did wonder what kind of predator ordered pizza and paid in advance.

"How charming, she brought seasoning." came a purr of a voice. Alyssa whipped around to find herself face to face with quite the fattest woman she had ever seen.

The stranger was wearing a business suit.  A charcoal grey button up number son siting of a blazer, pencil skirt and sensible heels. Her face and frame were plump, there was no denying this, but they weren't out of the ordinary. She just looked to be carrying a little extra timber, here and there, nothing a few months of diet and exercise wouldn't rid her of.

Her tummy though... That was something else.

It bulged magnificently from beneath the single fastened button of her blazer, poised just beneath her hefty bust. Pale and vast, it stuck out perfectly globular and round, a massive, almost pregnant looking bulge. Her navel had been obliterated, stretched out to a mere dark smudge, flattened against the surface of the tremendous orb.

Alyssa went weak at the knees. The same part of her brain that subconsciously dared her to look every time her chubby colleague Mindy reached up to get the garlic bread out the over and exposed a round, succulent roll of flesh that bulged over her waistband. Alyssa had watched that fledgling pot belly develop over the past three months working this job, she'd watched in delight as Mindy helped herself to cheese and even a whole pizza, now and then.

"You must be Alyssa. Thank you for coming so quickly, you've caught us at a most fortuitous time. We are in need of your help."

Alyssa's mouth hung slack, only just managing to frame the word "sure". She didn't question the woman, nor how she had known her name. Her eyes were transfixed by the balloon protruding from the gap between the blazer's single fastening and the waistband of the skirt, which was buried somewhere under an avalanche of belly flesh.

"you seem lost for words... Do you like what you see?"

The woman gently pulled back the flaps of her blazer, exposing the fullness of her pallid girth. Alyssa could see where the skin was almost puckering beneath her ribs, where the swelling began and her body erupted outward. That thing must have weighed a tonne... How was she still upright?"

"uh huh."

The woman nodded, she didn't smile, her face remained stern behind her thick rimmed glasses, her teacher like appearance only heightened by her having her brown hair drawn back into a strict bun,

"bring your pizzas. We have much work to do."

Alyssa dashed off and returned with the stack of pizza, perched on a wheeled fold up trolley. She followed the strange woman as they passed along corridors and through abandoned state rooms, Alyssa's eyes glued firmly on the wide, swaying sight of the woman's skirt clad bottom, which wobbled gently with each step in a way that made Alyssa's heart beat faster.

"Beatrix, hurry the hell up girl, I've got a maaaaad munch, you get me?"

A gravelly voice rang out from the next room, causing the woman, Beatrix, to stop in her tracks. She turned to Alyssa, her huge tummy mere inches from the girl. Alyssa couldn't help but stare at it, watching the swell rise and fall softly with each breath.

"I must apologise for my sister in advance, Agnes doesn't comport herself with the same degree of dignity I try to maintain."

The woman said it with a completely straight face, as if walking around with a stomach the size of a small refrigerator was a perfectly normal thing to do, with no shame in keeping it utterly bare.

Beatrix settled her glasses on her nose, and opened the door.

"Duuuuude... It's here! Finally!"

Alyssa's fluttering heart stopped.

The dining room bore witness to the carnage of a battle. Everywhere we're discarded plates, bowls, pots and platters; stacked high in teetering towers, each picked clean.

And in the middle of it sarod Agnes.

She was a very different creature to her sister. She didn't wear glasses, her blue eyes sparkled beneath and unruly mane of ginger red hair, her freckled cheeks framing a beaming smile. Where Beatrix opted for an austere business suit, Agnes had chosen a pair of eyewateringly tight denim cut off shorts and a pink bikini top... And nothing else. Her feet were bare, plump toes curling and uncurling, massaging the thick pile carpet she stood on.

Strangely, this room appeared to have escaped the ravages of time, there was no dust, no dirt, no rotten floorboards or mould. Everything looked new, even the even the lightbulbs.  

GLUUUUURRRRPPP!

Agnes blushed. "'scuse me!" she giggled, before giving her tummy a pat.

It was a monster. Fully as large as her sister's it dwarfed her relatively tiny frame. Free from the meagre covering the blazer offered Beatrix's tummy, Agnes' mighty gut could be viewed in all it's glory, from the curve of her heavily pronounced underbelly to the improbable curve it forced onto her arched back, forced to array it's no doubt tremendous weight. Agnes's had one thing Beatrix's didn't, however: her belly button had remained a shallow hollow, within which a bright pink crystal on a tiny silver bar nestled. A belly ring.

"Just throw in the towel already, you impudent girl, heed your belly's warnings, it can't possibly match mine in terms of scale!"

Beatrix strode through the mounds of crockery until her belly rested against her sisters, face to face, squishing into each other delightfully.

"Nuh uh, mine's only making them sounds cos I'm soooooooooo much bigger than you."

"you are not."

"am to!"

"are not."

"am to!"


The two of them turned to Alyssa, stood go smacked by the pile of pizzas and Beatrix pointed behind her. "do make yourself useful and fetch that tape measure will you, we might as well settle this."

Alyssa looked, and there indeed was a long fabric tailors tape measure on the table beside the door. She approached the two leviathans.

"hurry, girl, whilst I'm still at my fattest. Don't dawdle so!" Beatrix scolded, hiking up her blazer and puffing out her alabaster paunch, the bloat swelling a noticeable few inches. Alyssa couldn't help but notice as she passed the tape measure around Beatrix's waist that her folded arms served to smoosh her breasts up into a shelf like arrangement beneath her pointed chin, giving her and Absolutely incredible cleavage. The surface of her tummy was hard to the touch, unyielding, Alyssa let her fingers dwell on its warm smoothness as she worked her way around, finally reaching her starting point once more at the whorl of Beatrix's flattened belly button

"72 inches" she read.

"me me me!" Agnes tittered, bumping Beatrix aside with her fat girth. In comparison, hers was much more giving, the skin softer and more supple, more fleshy.

"70 inches."

Beatrix almost smiled. Almost.

"there, admit it, I'm the fattest and the biggest. I'm the winner."

Agnes pouted. "you're such a cheat, Bee, you swiped my chicken wings!"

Beatrix narrowed her eyes. "don't be a sore loser, it's unbecoming of you, sister."

Agnes moaned almost as loudly as her tummy did, her sister Beatrix looking haughty and superior with her breasts jiggling within her blazer, her almost pregnant looking gut on proud display.

Suddenly they both turned to Alyssa.

"it's, like, a total stalemate." Agnes said, stroking her plump tum.

"what say you, Alyssa, who's abdomen is the most magnificent?"

Alyssa looked from one bulging circumference to the other. "yours is bigger, Beatrix, but Agnes' feels like it has more give in it, like it could stretch more. Given more food, she could get bigger I think."

Beatrix's lips narrowed into a thin pinch as Agnes skipped about, her tummy bobbing joyously. "bring the pizza... We'll see about that."

*****

"105.5 inches..."

Alyssa ran a hand over the ocean of taut whiteness. It was impossible, and yet she'd witnessed it with her own eyes. Seven pizzas. Seven.

"b... Beat that..." Agnes moaned, her tummy gurgling and groaning like a cement mixer. She looked like she'd swallowed a parade float.

"your wish is my command." Beatrix intoned, without the slightest hint of a struggle.

Both sisters had collapsed around pizza 4. They were still facing each other, their belies resting hugely in their laps, their wide hips and fat butts wedged into ornate chairs.

Beatrix had not shed the blazer, but as she breathed out the button decided perhaps it had better shed her. It fired itself across the gulf between the two, bouncing off of Agnes' tummy with a rubbery TWACK, the surface of the struggling planetoid barely rippling. Her baser fell open, exposing a back lace trimmed bra overflowing with fresh, the wobbling, heaving spectacle of Beatrix's tits putting Agnes' still impressive rack to Shame.

"boobies!" Agnes giggled.

GRROOOOOWWWWWLLLLL! Agnes's belly warned.

"shut up," Beatrix sniped. "measure me." she said to Alyssa.

The tape measure struggled to meet around the equator of the immense sphere. Alyssa stroked it gently with her fingers, afraid that even the slightest touch might be enough pressure to puncture the surface, stretched paler thin. She could feel the barely contained pressure, the massive force at play within her, the skin pulled so tight it had begun to turn pinkish red from the effort.

"106."

"shit!" Agnes yelped as she slapped the surface of her equally over swollen tummy in rage. Beatrix puffed herself up, smug in her victory.

"face it, I'm just fatter than you can dream of. I win."

"it's half an inch! I'd put that on in a mouthful!"

"seven pizzas each, fairs fair." Beatrix sniped, before Agnes's eyes widened.

"wait..."

She grabbed her last box and shook it, inside there was a sound f something shifting. The ginger haired surfer girl beamed. "I didn't finish my last crust!"

GLLLLOOOORRRRBBBLLLLEEEE

"listen to your stomach, sister, your as full as you'll ever get..."

"no way, fat ass, I'm not going down without UUUURRRRPPP a fight!"

Agnes grabbe the last crust, tossed the box aside, and shoved it in her mouth.

"Dont swallow, your belly can't take any more... You'll burst." Beatrix warned as Agnes swallowed.

"no way, my tummy can take anythi-"

There was a sound like a tree trunk bending under extraordinary pressure.

"I did try and warn you." Beatrix shakes her head.

"I don't feel so... Ugh... Good..." Agnes moans, hands rubbing useless circuits on the immense swell she is pinned beneath.

GRRRRRRRRROOOOWWWWWLLLLL

"what.., what's happening?!"

Beatrix frowns. "you've over done it, sister. You're going to pop."

Agnes is panicking, clutching her tummy. "my stomach... It hurts..."

"I'm sure it does. This does mean I've definitely won though."

"help... Me..."

"can't be done, I'm afraid. This is your mess."

Alyssa stares at the tiny pink crystal marooned in Agnes' navel. Marooned is apt, the skin around it is purple with pressure.

"I'm... I'm gonna..."

"yes, yes you are." Beatrix smirks.

"IM GONNA -"

POP!

Agnes' navel suddenly inverts, popping out like a pregnant woman's before, with a final creak she explodes in a wet splash, her tummy ripping open, her body disintegrating, leaving just her lower half sat in the chair.

"thank heavens that's over... I couldn't manage another bite."

Beatrix reclines as much as her enourmous weight will allow. Her cheeks look a little sunken, her colour off. She looks nauseous, eating quite such an immense amount doesn't seem to agree with her.

"there's the -uuuuurrrgggghhh- matter of your tip..." Beatrix groans, stifling a belch with the back of her hand then wincing as she forces the gas back down into her over stretched stomach. "now, you have two options. In my left cup I have exactly fifteen dollars." she reaches a hand into the balcony cup of her bra, pushing back a tidal wave of tit meat as she does so. Alyssa gasps, catching sight of a wide pink aereola and the nub of a nipple between the woman's fingers as she searches out the money. "Alternatively, I'll grant you the GLLLORP honour of putting an ear to my glorious tummy while I try and digest all that cheese..."

Alyssa is in her knees before the hand has even stroked Beatrix's at flank, demonstrating where she could possibly accomplish such a task. Beatrix shifts a little in her seat,meeting out a moan as she does so.
"heavens... I feel sick... I've never been so full..."

Her fingers splay on top of her massive gut, feeling the pressure shift and ebb inside herself as the tortured organ fights against the sheer volume she has crammed into herself. Nausea lurks just beneath the horizon of her gluttony.

She feels an ache, unlike the others, a tickling, stabbing sensation from the front of her tummy. She informs Alyssa of its location. "do be a dear and see if you can see the trouble, perhaps a good massage will help me keep all this down... I rather wish GUUURGLE Agnes was still here, I could ut the two if you to UFF work... There's plenty of me to go around."

Alyssa looks, and sees with horror a tiny silver barb protruding from the apex of Beatrix's gut. Broken apart and propelled outward like a dart, Agnes' belly ring has punctured Beatrix like a cruel knife. She reaches out and gently tugs on it, before realising she's an a terrible mistake

"such a shame, she had potentiOOOOOOOOH..." Beatrix begins, before she too clutches her stomach in pain. She winces in agony, her abdomen quivering and rippling violently.

"what... What treachery is this... My tummy... My beautiful UGH tummy... Don't betray me!"

"Agnes's belly piercing... It's pierced you!" Alyssa turns her fear stricken eyes up to Beatrix.

"Gah... My belly... It hurts!" the woman shrieks in fear. Her belly has begun to quake and heave, stretch marks ripping across the surface as the pressure begins to force its way out, aided by the tiny wound. "I feel... Gods no, I'm going to pop too! What have you done?!" Beatrix moans, her vast belly juddering as if gripped by some terrible labrum the beast within awakened and her contractions beginning, her belly jumping and heaving with terrible purpose. Her skin creaks, the inside of the mighty but terminally wounded midriff bellows and gurgles, glorps and squeaks, Alyssa doesn't he'd to put her ear to it to hear sounds like tearing.

"don't just stand there, GET A DOCTOR!" the bloated beauty shrieks, before with a sound like wet fabric tearing her belly ruptures. She explores like a tiny bomb, blowing Alyssa out through the window, accompanied by a single breast, now free of the black bra, and Beatrix's glasses.

*****

"it's totally a draw."

"it is not, and you know it."

The two translucent figures watch from an upstairs window as the delivery girl staggers out if a bush that mercifully cushioned her landing and totters toward her scooter.

"we'd better not order from the same place again next year." Beatrix strokes her ghostly see through stomach, huge and round, dotted with marks where it appears to have been stitched back together.

"I fancy Chinese next." Agnes thinks for a moment, rubbing her back, showing off a huge bulging tummy emblazoned with a warning sticker promising imminent explosion. "we'll just have to share them this years, the girl's who over do it and pop."

"agreed. Something tells me this'll be a bummer harvest" Beatrix smiles.

"here's to us. To you, the ghost of Christmas sutures..." Agnes raises a spectral hand for a high five, which Beatrix declines.

"and to you." the stern, spectacled figure chides, "the ghost of Christmas blast."