Kate and Jenny part 2

I tried to drive as cautiously as I could, because every slight bump caused Jenny to moan in pain and I really didn’t want to risk the second encounter with all the food she ate. If I wouldn’t see it on my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it was possible to eat so much without either bursting or throwing up. I watched sister’s globe of stomach in its full glory as it almost reached her knees. Jenny looked like 9 months pregnant with twins. Maybe even a little overdue. It was impressive really. I put my hand on the side of her massive gut. It was rock-hard and I could feel how taut her skin was when I rubbed it slightly. Even this slight touch caused her to moan.

Finally we arrived home. Jenny wasn’t able to get from the car on her own, because of the weight of her overfed stomach. After a few minutes of struggling I finally managed to pull her up from the seat. I helped her to get to the living room, where she could lay down on a coach. Going upstairs was unthinkable in her current state. I couldn’t stop staring at her blown up form as she fought to stay on the couch, as her belly over hanged the edge of it and was pulling her down to the floor. The only thing she could do was to turn on her back with the full weight of her midriff lying on top of her body. That must be very uncomfortable.
“Kate, could you bring me some lotion?” she asked weakly.  
“Sure, be right back.” I swiftly returned with a bottle of the lotion and gave it to her. “Here you go.”
“Thanks… w-would you mind to put it on?” She asked, while blushing deeply. No! That’s just weird. I could see how embarrassed she felt about this whole situation. I can’t let her down right now, can I? I let out a sigh of resignation and reached for the lotion. “OK.”
“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry about what happened. I just made myself a giant disgusting pig. I shamed you so much, that you must hate me now.”  Tears started to form in her eyes.
“Listen to me. You have nothing to apologize for. You have every right to do whatever makes you feel good. You can stuff yourself like crazy or get fat if that is what you want. It doesn’t matter. You are my little sister, Jenny, and I will always love and support you, no matter what.” Tears were now slipping down on her cheeks.
“I love you too.” I stroked her hair as we both went silent. There was no need for any more words. Then I started to apply the lotion on her belly. It actually feels pretty good to touch it like that. What the hell is wrong with me? When I was done I realized that Jenny drifted off into sleep. I planted a kiss her on her forehead and went upstairs into my room.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the huge bra I bought today. I want to be bigger. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. I wonder how it feels. It must be fantastic! Even more disturbing was that I found Jenny’s current state fascinating as well. I turned on my computer and started to search the web for something that would make my dream of growth come true. I knew that whatever I’ll find probably won’t work anyway, but I wasn’t giving up. Suddenly something caught my eye. It was some kind of experimental drug and the official distribution just started today. It was quite expensive, but it promised great results. I read on. The pills were supposed to change the way body works. In a simplified description it stated that the drug forces the body to create breast tissue from excessive calorie intake instead of storing it as fat. So I can just overeat and get bigger boobs? That sounds almost too good to be true. There were some statistics about results on the test subjects. It informed that the least successful outcome was that 50% of the subject’s intake was changed into breast tissue while the other 50% was stored normally as fat. The best outcome neared 100% of the intake to form breast tissue, while the average result was moving around 80%. List of possible side effects included depression, changes in appetite, headaches, vomiting and increased pain tolerance. That doesn’t sound so bad either. There was a mention about the main researcher responsible for  the drug and when I googled him, I found very impressive biography. I hesitated for minute or two, before deciding to go for it. It was sold in three different amounts of pills, dosage for a week, month or a year. Well, I want to try if it works first, so week it is. I really hope that it will work…

I decided to go for some groceries. Jenny was sleeping on the couch, so I left the house quietly and got in the car. The shop was pretty close and I would normally went by foot, but since I didn’t know if Jenny planned to stuff herself like this regularly or if it was only a onetime thing, I wanted to store up the house a little just to be sure. As I entered the shop I spotted a familiar face. It was one of my high school classmates. “Hi James, how are you?” His sight wandered around for a moment before unmistakably settling on my chest. Yeah, typical James.
“Hey Kate, I’m fine thanks. How are you?”
“I’m fine too, thanks.”
“Listen, I’m throwing a party on Friday, so you can come if you wanna.”
“Oh, thanks for the invite. I don’t know yet, but I might show up.” I replied with smile.
“Ok, see ya. Oh and invite your sister, my brother was asking about her.”
“Well, I’ll let her know, but I can’t promise anything. Bye.” The rest of the trip went uneventful and soon I was back at home.

***

Jenny

I was sitting in a throne. There were thousands of people kneeling in front of me. I was their queen, goddess even, and they would gladly give their lives to serve my every need. One by one they stood up and came to me bringing food in their hands. They started to feed me. One after another they came and fed me with a food they brought and I ate. I ate cakes, fried chickens, giant portions of venison stew, grilled pork and so much more. My belly spread as far as my eye could see. They kept coming. I could see nothing except for my stomach. But I wasn’t sated. The more I ate the more hungry I was. And then I heard the voice. It was calling on me from a great distance. It sounded familiar but I just couldn’t place it anywhere. Then I started to smell something and it was the most beautiful scent I smelled in my entire life. I tried to reach for the source, but I couldn’t see it over my belly. It was futile. Suddenly whole world became to fall apart and everything disappeared in a blur.

I woke up with a grunt. I inhaled deeply and was greeted by a wonderful smell of pizza. With a slight struggle I managed to get into seated position. “Oh, hey you’re up. I hope you’re hungry, ‘cause I ordered some pizzas.” Kate exclaimed happily.
I suspiciously looked at my bloated midsection. It was considerably smaller than before, but it still looked very much pregnant. “Actually, I’m starving and no I don’t get it either.” I said with a laugh. I watched with desire as Kate carried three pizza boxes and put them on a coffee table in front of the couch. The pizzas were huge. Each had at least 14 inches in diameter. She sat down next to me and turned on the TV. She flipped through the programs. “So many programs and nothing to watch.” She sighed discontentedly as she gave in and settled on some cheesy soap opera. I wasn’t really paying attention as it fully lied on the food in front of me. I took a slice and started to shove it in my mouth like there was no tomorrow. After the first slice was gone I opted to take the whole box and place it on my gut so I wouldn’t have to reach to the table for every slice. Kate turned to me. “I almost forgot. I met James earlier today and he invited us on a party on Friday. His brother seems to be interested in you.”
“Yeah, I know.” I muttered between mouthfuls. “All Tom does is staring at my ass all the time.”
“Must be a family trait then, James never seems to look away from my boobs.” Kate said and we both start laughing.

I devoured the whole pie in a record time. Kate on the other hand ate at much slower pace as she was finishing just her second slice. I tossed aside the now empty box and put a second one in its place. I was full at the time, but I decided to go for that feeling of pleasure
from being stuffed to a brim. After fifth slice I started to slow down. When I took the last slice from the second box and tossed it on the first, I noticed, that my belly was as big as it was after the lunch. Bite by bite, swallow by swallow the pizza slice disappeared in the black hole I called my stomach. Or Mr. Tummy on special occasions. With one last mouthful it was gone. I exhaled in exhaustion and let out victorious burp.

“Jenny, do you want some more? I ate a half of the pie and I’m full.”
Challenge accepted! “All right, but you’ll have to feed me, ‘cause I don’t think I can move my hands right now” Why did I agree? Why does it have to feel so good? If I’ll continue like this I won’t be able to walk by the start of the school! Kate started to rub my belly with one hand, while the other gently approached my lips with a slice between her fingers. I was beginning to fall in to food coma, but I still kept going. Every time the slice was lowered to my mouth I took a bite and almost immediately swallowed. I closed my eyes in pleasure. My body was mixture of pain and ecstasy. Suddenly there was no more pizza coming to my mouth. I needed to open my eyes to be able to realize that I ate it all. My giant belly reached another milestone as it now proudly rested on my knees. What now? I can’t get upstairs. I can’t lie on my side if I don’t want to fall down and I definitely don’t want to get crushed by my own belly. That was when my heroic savior appeared with a body lotion in one hand and a chair in the other. Kate helped me to lie down on my side, while she put a chair next to the couch for my belly to rest on without heaving me down. She was massaging my belly with a lotion as I fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning. It was Wednesday and it was quite early about 6:30 am. With a horror I stared at my body in a food stained clothes. I would never believe it’s possible to get so much fatter in one day! I recalled the events of the previous day. Yeah it gives much more sense if I put it this way. I thought with a sad expression on my face. I got up and headed upstairs into my room. Like a bolt from the blue came the realization that mum’s jeans I still wore from yesterday, where now constricting around my bum. When I entered my room I took off my clothes and stared at my reflection. My thighs were now almost touching themselves. My rear protruded even more behind me and my still bloated belly had also certain softness about itself that wasn’t there before. The only positive was that my face remained unchanged and maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought that my breasts seemed to be a tiny little bit larger as well. As an absolute miracle I took that no stretchmark appeared on my belly. I didn’t find the courage to step on the scale though. Today I’ll start exercise and I will cut down my diet to a reasonable portion. I decided to go for a run to burn some part of the excessive amount of food I consumed. I put on my sports bra, one of my bigger t-shirts and a pair of running shorts I bought yesterday. My bottom looks huge in them! I hope I won’t meet anyone… or at least anyone I know.                                                                                       

I was exhausted much sooner than I expected to be. I haven’t realized how lazy I’ve became lately. I’ve stopped when I couldn’t possibly do another step. I bent down as I was breathing heavily. I was wet from all the sweat pouring down from me. Then I noticed that I stopped right next to a small bakery. My stomach let out loud rumble. I pointed to the sky and shouted. “Damn you, mischievous fate! Damn you for giving such tempting obstacles in my way! But know this - I won’t give in to the temptation!” Even louder rumble echoed through silence. “Oh, fuck it. Temptation, here I come!”

Certainly it would be nice way to say ‘thank you sister for caring for me yesterday’. Two freshly baked doughnuts aren’t much, but it’s the thought that counts. Of course they would have to survive the way back home first…

I returned home feeling even more down than I felt when I left and headed straight to my bathroom to take a thorough shower. I have to fight. What would everybody say if I got fat? No, I have to stop it now before it’s too late. I took a towel and dried myself before stepping into my room. My belly let out discontented rumble. Already? But I just ate! I must have really stretched my stomach yesterday. Be strong Jenny, be strong. You don’t need to eat, you’re not hungry. It is only in your mind and you will make it through. Another rumble resonated through the room and I sighed. This is going to be a long day…

I filled a bowl with cereals and poured milk in it. I’ve noticed that Jenny already left her place on the couch and also that her running shoes were left in the middle of the hall. It seems like we’re going to have a salad for lunch today. Sad smile came across my face as I decided not to temp Jenny by eating something different. I guess it won’t hurt me either. After the breakfast I started to clean up the mess from the last night as the couch and its surrounding was filled with crumbs. Then when I was putting the empty pizza boxes into garbage, my phone started ringing. “Oh hi grandma”
“Hello sweetheart, I’ve heard that you were left on your own for the summer, so I was thinking that I would come for a visit.”
To check upon us I presume, once again forgetting that we’re not little children anymore. “That sounds great. We haven’t seen each other for ages. When will you come and how long you’ll be staying?”
“Probably on a Saturday and I would stay for around a week, if it’s all right. I don’t want to bother you.”
“Don’t worry, you never do. Looking forward to seeing you on Saturday. See you then.”
“Bye, dearie.”

“Jenny, grandma will come for a visit.”
“Oh, great, it’s like giant middle finger aimed at me by the universe saying: Girl, you ARE getting fat.” I couldn’t help but laugh as she buried her face in her palms, but she had a point. Our grandma was well known for her delicious cooking and generous portions she served.
“Don’t worry sis. You still have time until Saturday to start your diet and she will be here only for a week. What could possibly go wrong?”

***

It was horrible. My stomach rumbled almost nonstop, but I didn’t give in. I suffered through the whole day and I somehow managed to stick to my plan and didn’t eat anything except for a salad today. Except for that little slip up I made in the morning of course. Even though, I was still really proud of myself. I haven’t eat a single snack and also managed to stick to clear water. My stomach hurt as I went to sleep, but I couldn’t let myself go again. I nodded off into a beautiful realm of dreams.

My dream was once again filled with nothing else, but food. Tonight I was a princess on a banquet. I wore beautiful blue dress, my belly constricted in a tight corset. The banquet was held in my honor. The feast has started and I did consume everything that was put before me. Meal after meal was served on my plate and I devoured every single one. I could feel the tight corset as it was struggling to contain
my growing girth. Tears started to form all around my dress, but I wasn’t slowing down. It was like my life depended on it. Everybody around me was already full so they stopped eating, but the flow of the food served on the table didn’t seem to come to an end. And I kept going. The chair was starting to creak under my weight, but I carried on. Finally the chair lost the fight and sent me down on my back as it broke beneath me. As I lied on my back unable to stand up or even to sit up, servants gathered around me with food in their hands. They were shoveling the food in my mouth. My massive gut was now pressed against the walls and still continued to grow. The pressure sent waves of pleasure through my body and I wished that the dream would never end.

I woke up with a satisfied smile on my face. I lied in my bed with my eyes still closed. The painful stings of hunger from previous day were gone. I was surprised as I expected to be absolutely starved. Then I opened my eyes and there it was. Huge bulge protruded under my blankets. What the hell! I sited up with some effort and pushed the blanket aside. My pajama top was spotted with food and more importantly failing at concealing my abdomen. What the hell happened?! I stood up and stepped towards the mirror. I looked like 9 months pregnant as my bloated belly hanged over the waistband of my pajama pants. Then I heard a shout from downstairs. “JENNY!”

***

“Jenny, what hell happened here?” The kitchen was a mess. It was full of empty wrappers and the floor was covered in crumbs and was sticky with spilled soda. It looked as if some wild animal devoured everything that didn’t need any preparation. Jenny looked around in confusion. “I-I don’t know, I remember going to bed and then waking up like this” She claimed as she motioned towards her bloated form. “So basically you’re saying what. That you’re sleep-eating?” That’s actually pretty amusing.
“I’m such a pig.” She cried out. I saw the depressed look on her face so I hugged her and held her in a firm embrace.
“No, you’re not. You couldn’t do anything against it.” I whispered in her ear. “You know what? Get yourself cleaned up and I’ll take care of the mess.” I wish there was something I could do to help her.