Chrissie woke up and rolled in bed, the entire thing creaking with such a weight to hold. She pulled up her ballooning gut with one hand and scratched her fupa with the other. She sighed, it seemed to be getting ever softer. Waving her flabby arms, grunting with the effort to balance herself, she seated, and when she did the bed creaked even more. Now that she was upright, her belly covered her huge thighs up to her knees. She looked around, and noticed she was alone, her boyfriend probably having left for work already.
She let out a quiet fart, and bit her lips because it felt like her stomach was liberated from a huge weight. She got up, her barrel-like thighs and ass wobbling even though she did not start walking. There was an XXL t-shirt trying to cover everything, but failing to go past the curve of her high-starting giant ass. "Ritch?" she called. No answer. PFFFRRRRRT. Sounded a fart, louder this time. "Pig," she said to herself with contempt.
Ritchie's house was small, the corridor that went from the living room and kitchen towards the bedrooms was narrow. The bathroom was a little room, where a normal thin 6' tall young woman would already feel like a giant. But Chrissie was big. She had no idea how much she actually weighed, trying to tell herself that it was still a normal amount, but the bathroom, unlike her jiggling behind, was not getting any bigger. Turning sideways to enter the bathroom her ass touched the sink, and when she turned around it rubbed on the doorknob before the door was closed. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and hair, which was now shoulder-length, a cut with bangs that made her already rounded face look even rounder.
When she walked slowly over to the kitchen, on the counter there was a big cake. Smiling broadly at the sight of it she walked faster, her heavy steps shaking her entire body. Looking closely at the cake, her double belly was almost swallowing the counter, her stretchy sweatpants barely able to cover her lower belly fat. There was a card with 'Happy Birthday, C. Wait for me, we'll celebrate tonight. Love you.'
At first she smiled and her heart felt warm, but then it sank. Tonight? She'd have to go all day without eating that cake? Ritchie had done it on purpose, she thought, as if to challenge her not to eat it. She sat grumply on the sofa, pretending not to hear the agonizing creaks of the old thing. Her eyes were stuck on the cake. She was very hungry, but too lazy to prepare herself breakfast. The phone rang, and she picked up as it was easily reachable from the sofa.
"Hi birthday babe, you looked so beautiful sleeping, I just couldn't wake you up," said Ritchie.
The reality was that she was sleeping so heavily that he couldn't wake her up even calling her name twice.
"Ritchie, what's with the cake? Is it my breakfast?"
There was a moment of silence from the boy.
"Sure, honey. You can eat some of it..."
She could feel there was some annoyance in his voice, but her stomach was rumbling hard, so she rolled her eyes and switched her voice to a playful snobby tone.
"I'll be eating it, then. Thanks, kid, you're the best. I won't eat it all, just a piece, OK? Kisses, love."
"Enjoy, baby."