Sarah's Story Chapter 1

Dinner time Sarah!" My mother yelled down the stairs

"Coming Mom!" I shouted back. I exhaled loudly as I picked my heavy load of a body up and set down my game controller; bowl of popcorn, and back of chips. I tried to pull down my favorite t-shirt, but it was futile. My bulging belly was too big for the large shirt. I laughed a little and patted my titanic tummy. I practically bounced down the stairs to dinner. I then walked into the dining room, and plopped into a wooden chair, the chair wobbled a bit and creaked, and then I saw what my mom was cooking. I was already full to bursting, I emptied a bottle of root beer, 2 chip bags, a popcorn bowl, and an Ice cream bowl earlier, but I couldn’t resist my mother’s cooking.

If only I was a normal girl I’d hit the gym to work it off, but I’m a, very lazy, hardcore dedicated gamer. Anyway, my mom had made her special homemade Italian food, complete with pizza, strombolis, and pasta. It was just the two of us, and my mom hardly ate, so the feast was mainly just for me. I first grabbed three slices of the pizza, it was one box with ten slices, and quickly put that away. I then chomped quickly through my plate of spaghetti and meatballs. I had started to feel full, but I just chugged a can of coke, until I burped and kept eating. I then grabbed another three slices of pizza and slowly ate away the extra cheese, then devoured each slice bite by bite. I moaned softly, it was so good, and my belly felt like a basketball… except it was bigger than that. I groped around my belly a bit to calm it down, then polished off the pizza. I moaned louder and lay back, and I looked at myself. I wasn’t some stuck up cheerleader type, but I had the chest for it from my excess weight. If I move way down south, you’ll see my thighs are thick and jiggly, and my butt is not in any way petite. There is fat stretched all over my body, but especially my belly. I’m more gut than girl to be honest; it stretches right now to about my KNEES and jiggles for a minute straight EVERY TIME I BREATHE. Usually it’s not a problem, because it just calmly lays on my legs while I play video games, but now I have to waddle back up the steps. This won’t be fun. I groan and breathe loudly and get up from my seat. Then my mother pushes me back down, and the chair wobbles and creaks.

My mother… is a bit strange. She’s a loving woman, but has a few skeletons in the closet. She absolutely adores my gigantic belly. Apparently she used to be almost as big as me, but now she’s just pretty chubby. She walked over to me, swaying her hips and causing her plump rump to bounce up and down. After the jiggling of her chubby figure stopped, she kissed my cheek, and then kissed by belly and told me I wasn’t full yet. She brought out the stromboli, and boy was it big. The thing was four feet long, and one foot wide! The thing was almost as long as I am tall, granted I’m short for my age and especially weight BUT STILL, the stromboli was big. I started eating it, even though my jeans had already become unbutton able and gave me a massive muffin top, and ate a quarter before I was stuffed. My mom was relentless though, and shoved bite after bite into my mouth, and each time I swallowed she slapped and kissed my bloated gut.
Eventually… the plate was empty, and two loud noises were heard in the kitchen, a loud burp from a gigantic girl, and a ripping sound, representing the gigantic tear in my not-so-skinny jeans. I looked down embarrassed, and was now able to see my thick thighs oozing through my jeans, or I would have been able to… if my belly was smaller. My mom slapped my belly over and over, kissed my cheek, and then left for her job, she worked a night job on Friday-Sunday. I groaned and moaned, and then tried to get up, I realized… I couldn’t get up. I pushed, pulled, wobbled, and bounced, but my massive girth wouldn’t move. Then I heard a loud crack, and my world came crashing down...