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In the month and a half after that summer day, I noticed Gia had taken to cooking bigger meals for us. Not that I was complaining. I started seeking that feeling of my pants digging into my sides, my skin round and tight. More and more I was ignoring how many calories I was consuming. With how much I was eating in one sitting it just made me stressed.
We hadn't discussed it, but I'm sure Gia saw that I was stuffing myself more. I wasn't trying super hard to hide it and the way she was providing me with not only big meals, but filling and rich foods, I could tell she liked it, too. I could feel her eyes on my body when I finally leaned back in my chair, unbuttoning my pants and letting my tight, swollen belly spill out onto my thighs. I could see her react whenever I covered a burp or my stomach gurgled loudly. And it wasn't with disgust, it was like she was trying to cover a moan.... She was definitely getting turned on by me being stuffed to the brim.
I planned to talk with her, see what she was thinking, but I wasn't quite sure what was happening. I knew it turned me on and made me feel good. Even if I was so full I started to be uncomfortable, it just turned me on even more....
One morning I woke up and Gia wasn't in bed with me. I could hear her in the kitchen down the hall and the smell of bacon started to waft to me. My stomach growled impatiently. It had gotten increasingly difficult to satisfy myself. I did some Googling and apparently that meant that my stomach was stretched bigger, so I got hungry way quicker. It was a little annoying, but the thought of packing more into my stomach was actually arousing. Another interesting surprise.
My belly rumbled again and I groaned, stretching. Might as well get up and eat some breakfast.
I rolled onto my back and my midsection wobbled side to side. I froze, staring at the ceiling. That felt different. I was lean and toned. I had always been lean and toned. Nothing on my body wobbled... especially not on its own.
Horrified, I threw the covers off of me and bolted up, walking quickly to the full length mirror in the corner of our room. I stared at myself. Everything looked normal to me. I pinched my thighs, they were a little softer, but that didn't seem like anything bad. Nothing a few squats every day couldn't fix.
I gathered my baggy shirt in my hands, twisting it to be tight around my waist. That's where the issue was. My abdomen wasn't flat anymore. There was a small amount of pudge layered over my abs, barely pooching out over the waist of my panties. I pinched the small bit of fat between my fingers, staring at it in the mirror.
How did this sneak up on me?
I hadn't weighed myself for a month. I guessed that's how. I had been allowing myself to get stuffed more and more recently, so... I guessed that was how, too. The week before I had gotten stuffed at least three times.
I flicked my little pudgy belly and watched it jiggle. I thought this would have sent me into a spiral, but it was kind of cute. My body softening up felt good.
I wiggled my hips back and forth to see how that made my body move. I saw that my softer thighs wobbled a little more than I expected them to. It was kind of... hot?
Huh. Not what I had been expecting to feel about putting on weight without noticing. I bent down and grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor. I thought about how a less than a year ago I would have freaked out if I had suddenly woken up with a little fat on me, but even though it surprised me I was able to think through it logically. I was eating more, so of course I was going to be bigger. Right?
The jeans got a little stuck around my thighs, which means they must have shrunk in the wash, but a little bouncing got them up onto my waist. When I went to button them, though, I met a little resistance. I sucked in my stomach and tried again. Suddenly my belly seemed so much bigger. I was squeezing my fat between my hands, the button barely kissing closed.
I managed to get it through the hole, sucking in my stomach as far as it would go. After a tense moment, I let out a breath and the button popped open again.
I swore under my breath, staring at my middle in the mirror. It looked so soft... I wasn't used to it, but I wasn't mad about it. I turned side to side, watching as it wobbled. This wasn't too bad. I tucked my thumbs in the belt loops of my pants and hiked them up, then I turned to the bedroom door and headed toward the kitchen.
I smirked to myself and wondered how Gia would react to me not fitting in my pants.