“Well it turns out you’re not pregnant!” Molly said as she entered the living room.
“Well that’s a relief” Patricia said as she stood up still feeling groggy. She noticed Molly was staring at her with a surprised look on her face. “What’s wrong?” Patricia asked then followed Molly gaze to her stomach. Which appeared even larger than when she went to sleep going from five months pregnant to six months pregnant if not nearing seven.
“Um, Molly that test said I wasn’t pregnant right? Cause I kinda look pregnant.” Patricia said feeling her stomach confused at what was happening.
Molly was beginning to freak out. She was utterly lost as to how Patricia’s belly had seemingly gotten fuller than it was a few hours ago. It just made no sense it has been long enough for Patricia to digest some of that food. If anything, her stuffed belly should have shrunken some, and yet here she was still large, and full and bigger.
“It’s okay Tricia, we’ll figure out what is going on, maybe you’re just gassy.” Molly said trying to keep both of them calm as she walked over to Patricia. “Look it’s getting late, and you need to get home so get ready to go, and hopefully this will be gone by tomorrow, but you might not want your parents to see you like this.” Molly said as she rubbed Patricia’s belly much to Patricia’s embarrassment. As Molly did though she noticed that Patricia’s swollen stomach didn’t feel tight at all, but not really fat either more so plush and pliable while still having a firmness to it. Unfortunately confirming Molly’s suspicions that’s not gas it’s all Patricia.
Patricia went into the bathroom to fix herself up combing her hair and washing her face, all the while feeling like she had forgotten something. Unable to recall anything from her fantastical dream as she fiddled with the pendant.
Having a moment to collect herself Patricia finally started to notice how tight her clothes felt now. Her swollen stomach protruding from her jeans. Try as she might there was no way she could get them anywhere close to buttoned. Even when she sucked in her stomach it was still as large as when she first started binging earlier in the day. Her button up shirt was pulled taut from her waist. The only reason the buttons were still holding up was probably because her pullover vest helped.
As Patricia looked into the full-length mirror on the door, she took in just how much she had change. Her limbs and face were still as thin as ever, which just made her blown up belly even more noticeable. She looked like she had swallowed a large basketball. She started to fondle her belly and as she did, she noticed like Molly did the strange plushness to it firm yet giving.
It was then that Patricia noticed how heavy she felt, normally she wouldn’t be able to move if she was as heavy as she feels, and yet here she was walking around like it was natural for her.
“None of this made sense, she’s not pregnant but she looks it, she is so much heavier and she barely notices, and most of all why does it feel so good?” she thought as she bit her lips.
As Patricia exited the bathroom, she did her best to tug her vest down, a bit of her belly poking out underneath. “You ready to go?” Molly said. “Yeah.” Patricia replied.
On the drive home Patricia was lost in thought trying to remember what it was she was forgetting something important. As she continued fidgeting with the locket around her neck Molly decided to lighten the mood. “Well at least you’re not so tiny anymore Tricia, let’s just hope you don’t get much bigger.”
“BIGGER!” Patricia thought a newfound realization dawning on her.
It was then that she felt it just like before. She was hungry again impossibly as it might seem. The look of embarrassment, of longing, and of shame obvious on her face. “What is it Hun.” Molly asked worried over Patricia’s sudden distress. “Um… Molly can we stop to get something to eat.” Patricia squeaked. Molly face showed her disbelief. “Are you kidding me? You’re not still hungry Tricia!” Molly said in a panicked tone. As if on cue both ladies heard an ominous rumble from Patricia’s stomach.
A few minutes late Patricia quietly snuck into her home, two bags of fast food in hand. She tiptoed upstairs and quietly entered her room. In her room she took off her clothes and slipped into a comfortable, and roomy nightie which was not as roomy as before. She turned on her laptop to watch Youtube and started relaxing, as she quickly worked her way through the fast food.
“Bigger…” She moaned as she stroked her tum. “Get bigger for me… much bigger.” Patricia whispered getting lost the feeling of her own swollen form, all the while oblivious as the pendant glows bright.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
