Irisa carefully stepped up the stairs to her bedroom, trying not to make the two liter bottle of cola she had stash away in her backpack slosh loudly enough for either of her parents to hear. Once inside her room, the girl quickly undress. From her closet, she pulled out an outfit she left hidden deep in the back: A pair of beige khaki shorts and a button-up flannel shirt. It wasn't exactly the most fashionable assemble, but that's not what mattered to Irisa. What mattered was that these were some of the few remaining clothes kept from her pre-growth spurt days that had been spared from the donation bin.
Hands shaking, Irisa slipped his pale, chunky legs into the shorts and tugged them up. She felt her fleshy thighs and rear wobble even more than usualy before being finally shut away in their khaki prison, fleshy thighs and a fleshy rear that was getting fleshier each day. Taking a deep breath, Irisa sucked in air and barely got the melt clasp to shut. Donning the flannel shirt, she quickly did up the buttons, ignoring the steadily growing belly roll that was coming into its own. Irisa knew it was a problem she had to deal with...later...
Second later, the pudgy girl was choking down cola at an alarming rate. Weeks ago, she could barely get a few sips down without the carbination burning her nose and throat. Irisa was a now guzzling like a champ. With each gulp, she felt her belly expand and swell with sugary fluid. Pressure starting building against the buttons of her shirt and jeans, making her pulse quicken and breathing uneven. She let out a small squeak of surprise as the bottom button of her shirt burst open. Her pale, round tummy surged forward. Soon, a second and third button burst apart. Irisa groaned in a mixture of agony and pleasure. By now, the bottle of cola was nearly empty. This allowed her to free up a hand to begin gently stroking her soda-filled stomach and to finger the dent that was her bellybutton.
With the bottle now finished, Irisa tossed it to the floor of her bedroom. She kicked it under her bed where to joined a dozen other empty bottle she kept hidden until garbage day.
She wanted to belch, but the girl swallowed down the rising gas in her stomach. Irisa looked down at the taunt belly that poked out in front of her. She hissed in pain as she gently rubbed the mass. Her fingers made their way down to her shorts. Feeling the strained button, Irisa was slightly disappointed that it hadn't burst apart. Yet.
For the past several weeks, Irisa spent most of her summer days bloated her tummy full to the absolute brim, a sensation she discovered she loved that fateful day not long ago. Her favorite thing to bloated out her stomach with was soda. The gruggling and churning it caused in her belly excited her like mad. Unfortunately, all those extra calories were doing damage to her waistline as well. The gap between her creamy thighs was quickly vanishing. Her butt was becoming more juiggly and pronounced. The once-small pudgy roll on her abdomine was well on its way to developing into a certified gut. The girl's weight was getting out of hand and she knew it. But the feeling of being so full...
Irisa rushed to her bed, struggling to yank the insanely tight shorts off her bottom half. She needed a release and she needed it now. The violent sloshing and churning of her overfilled stomach only excited her more, and Irisa felt she would explode with anticipation is she didn't take care of that need right away.
Then her phone rang.
"Hey you. Haven't heard from you in a while. What are you up to?" asked Jill, her best friend of years. Truth be told, Irisa hadn't given her friend much thought over the past weeks. She was too focused on blimping up her belly to make plans with her fitter friend.
"Uh...just hanging out at home...you know..." Irisa said as she tried to regulate her heartbeat and steady her breathing.
"So you got nothig going on?" replied Jill.
"Uh...no..." lied Irisa.
"Cool. Let's go to the movies then! Knives of Justice XII is out!" Irisa's friend said excitedly.
"Oh, I mean...I got stuff going on tonight...and I...uh..." the bloated girl stammered as she tried to ignore her libidio.
"Too bad. I'm already halfway to your place! See you in ten, bestie!" Jill hung up before Irisa could get a word in edgewise.
Irisa cursed to herself. She hated to admit it, but Jill ruined a good night she planned to have by herself. Well, maybe.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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