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Seamless333

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Alanna’s Eating is getting a little out of hand... ~BBW,~~WG,~~FA,~SEX,~STUFFING,~GLUTTONY


Alanna's Eating
by Seamless333



Alanna was getting fat. She pushed her fingers against the waistband of her shorts, prising the button from the soft fat it dug into. She breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed at the reddened skin. Then came a knock on the door. Starting in fright, she pulled down her shirt and gritted her teeth as the button sliced into her belly.

“Alright in there bud?” came Shaun’s voice.

“Yep, just banged my foot on the bath!” she called back, with a fake laugh she hoped sounded sincere.

“Okay, well hurry up, Thom needs a shit” came his reply. Alanna rolled her eyes, as she heard Thom’s objections from the living room. Quickly splashing some cold water in her face, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Were her cheeks a bit rounder? Her jaw a little softer? Another knock on the door brought her back to the present.

“Dude I actually really need to piss” said Thom.

An hour or so later the food arrived. A haze of smoke hung around the room and Alanna, the soberest of those present was sent to answer. Well, besides Sam, who didn’t partake, but seemed to miss the fact sitting in a cloud of smoke was bound to cause a passive high. She ran a thumb between her skin and the tight waistband, gaining momentary relief from the pain. The pizza boy was hardly young enough to be described as such, but he smiled mischievously as she opened the door, surrounded by an aura of smoke.

“All right darlin, munchies is it? Not to worry, here ya go” he said, passing her three boxes of pizza she turned and placed them on the floor of the hallway, “And here’s your sides, the chocolate fudge cake is in the foil trays” he finished passing her another pile of boxes.
“There ya go, just mind you don’t go eating all that yourself, you’ll be sick” he said and paused a moment, “and it’s not so good for the figure.”. Then he left. Alanna glanced down to see that her shirt had ridden up a little and a small, yet not insignificant belly pouched over her jeans. Flushing pink, she carried the food back to her friends.

-

“You can do it Alanna!” encouraged Sam. Shaun, his dark beard stained with pizza sauce, remained silent, rubbing his own belly. Alanna was stuffed, more stuffed than she’d ever been in her life. She’d thought there had been too much food when it arrived, but now they sat in a living room scattered with empty boxes. Thom and Shaun had devoured a pizza each and nibbled on the sides. Sam had eaten a few chicken sides and started on the chocolate cake. Then he’d passed one to Alanna.
She’d wanted to say no, but then Shaun teased her about her tiny figure.

“Alanna couldn’t eat that, have you seen her? She’s always been such a twig”. And it was true, she had been. Not overeating, nor the munchies could lay low her youthful metabolism. This year had been different. Her intake had not changed massively, but something else had. A small voice in her head told her so. You’re getting fat. She bit into the cake. Soft fudge ringed her lips and the sponge melted on her tongue. Another bite. And another.

-

When she looked up she saw Shaun had dozed off and Thom sat back staring up at the ceiling with a glazed expression. Only Sam still watched her. There was a strange look on his face and she flushed a little, covering a burp with her hand. She’d been hanging out here to often.

Thom and Sam lived here, Thom’s parents owned the flat. Shaun and Alanna worked with Thom and as work had grown more stressful he invited them back to his place to relax more and more often. She’d gotten to know Sam through these quiet evenings, smoking a few joints and trawling YouTube and Netflix. Shaun said Sam fancied her, but she knew Shaun had been trying to sleep with her since they met, despite their friendship. She didn’t blame him, she’d made it clear pretty early about her preference for casual sex, and word had gotten around. Men now seemed to think she would fuck anything with a pulse.

Sam was funny, if a little odd. She’d never found herself particularly attracted to him, but he wasn’t bad looking, per say. Now he looked at her with hungry eyes and something in her trembled. She made up her mind then and made as if to walk over to him. Instead her backside got a few inches off the couch, before she slumped back, convinced her jeans were about to cut her in half. Sam was on his feet in an instant.

“Hey, are you alright?”. She looked up at him and tried her best to say something sexy.

“My jeans are too tight,” Oh well. Again, a strange look came over his face. Then he knelt down beside her, a hesitant expression on his face.

“Maybe you should unbutton them?”. This time she knew exactly what to say.

“Maybe you should do it for me?”

-

At first he was gentle. He cupped her chin with his hand and kissed her softly on the lips. His other hand caressed her swollen belly, sliding it’s way down to the offending button. Somehow, he managed it one handed. Instant relief washed over her and she swore she felt her belly shoot forward a few inches, pressing against his hand. His finger tips danced over the little rolls at her sides, working his way around to her hip, and he pulled her to her feet. Then he led her next door, to his room. He laid her carefully on his bed and she instructed him to take her shoes off. He did so.

“Take your shirt off too” she said. He blushed a little, but complied. Not bad. Then, she wriggled out of her jeans and he pulled them from her ankles. He bent over her and she pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Then she undid his belt and he too wriggled free. He tore off her shirt, she took off his boxers. He undid her bra and fiercely kissed her neck. Then he bit her sharply and she shuddered. Then he kissed her collarbone, and working his way down, teased her nipples and kissed her stuffed belly. Then his mouth disappeared between her legs and her back arched.

Alanna’s nails left scores in his back and she covered his moans with her lips, as they rolled across his bed. At last, she laid her blonde hair against his chest and he wrapped an arm around her, fingertips resting on her soft belly. Sweatily they panted for a moment or two. Glancing downwards, she spoke,

“You know, I fancy dessert...”, she glanced up at his face and he kissed her. Breaking away, he put his mouth to her ear.

“There’s still some chocolate cake next door.”
 
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