Molly was obviously having her doubts, but in the end she relented.
“Alright Hun, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” Molly got to work cooking up some dinner. All the while Patricia was rubbing her stomach entranced by the feeling.
“Dinner is Ready!” Patricia leaped to the table eager and a little excited to sate her strange hunger. “Now don’t go overboard Tricia we don’t need to eat all this food.” Her warning falling on deaf ears as Patricia was already loading her plate full of food.
Their dinner continued on as expected and worryingly Molly noticed the small girl was easily out eating her. The svelte but stuffed Patricia was scarfing down her food with unbelievable gusto. Molly was flabbergasted, little Patricia just kept eating her stomach not protesting in the slightest like it was a bottomless pit. What would her parent’s think, where was she putting it all she wondered?
When they finished eating Molly gathered up the dishes and the leftover food. She was honestly surprised there was any food left. “So, Tricia, is that greedy little tummy of yours finally satisfied?”
“Oh Yeah.” She sighed, the little girl looked a mess her cheeks flushed, and a satisfied smile on face. If one didn’t know any better, they might assume she had just done something other than eating herself into a stupor, she just lied back and contently rubbed her stomach under the table.
“You really enjoyed the meal huh?” Molly asked seeing her young friend’s flustered look. “A little bit!” Patricia replied feeling slightly embarrassed. “But you know what, I am feeling a little tired.”
“Well maybe you should lie down for a little while, but before that you are going to take that pregnancy test young lady.” Molly told Patricia. “Okay, let me just…oof.” Patricia started to say as she got up, but she encountered some unexpected difficulty. Molly helped her up at which point it was blaringly obvious where all that food had gone.
“Oh my!” Patricia said, the once scrawny little girl was now sporting a belly comparable to a woman five months pregnant round and taut. “Maybe that dinner wasn’t such a good idea.” She said felling embarrassed.
“Goodness me sweetie! Are you sure your okay?” Molly asked worriedly. “Yes it doesn’t hurt I just feel full… Uh, really full.” Patricia replied. Molly helped her to get to the couch. All the while Patricia reveling in the feeling of fullness. She felt so heavy each step hefty no longer light and nimble, her stomach was tight the skin so stretched every caress was ecstasy. She wished this feeling would never end.
Molly lead her to the bathroom and Patricia went in to use the pregnancy test. After she was done and preparing to leave, she noticed that her stomach kept touching the sink, and she kept bumping into the hamper. She had never felt cramped like this in her life, and as the thought sunk in, she got excited again. After she left she gave the test to Molly, and they continued their trip to the living room couch.
There just get comfortable and I’ll go clean up while we wait for this test to be ready. Molly said as she lowered Patricia onto the couch. “Thanks a lot… urp, Molly.” Patricia sighed as she curled up on the couch letting sleep take her.
In her dreams Patricia was standing in an empty expanse bathed in red and gold lights her stomach as swollen as it currently was after her recent binge. A gentle, but loud voice spoke to her from the nothingness. “Is this what you desire?” It asked. Patricia somehow knew what this voice was asking and as she stroked her stomach she replied. “Yes this is exactly what I want.” She wondered how and why this was happening and decided to ask. “So, am I like… pregnant?” The voice responded. “You are whatever you desire.” This answer excited Patricia and she cried out. “I don’t care whether I’m pregnant or not, I just want to be bigger! And bigger!... And bigger!…” She was so caught up in the thought that she didn’t notice as her dream self’s stomach grew and grew swelling like a balloon. 7 months… 9 months …. Triplets …. Quintuplets.
Patricia stirred from her slumber. Stretching out on the couch she her Molly from the kitchen. “She lives!” Molly chuckled out of sight. “Well Tricia I got your results.”
A red glow fading as Molly entered the room.
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