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Chapter #9

A Helping Hand

    by: Gabidy-Gook Author IconMail Icon
"You want me to what?" Angela asked in response.

"Rub my belly, please, I think it'll make it feel better." Katie groaned, her own hands already tracing circles on her domed midsection.

"I-- girl, we may be friends, but I don't know--" Angela started retorting

"Angie, please, it hurts so much!" Katie looked her in the eyes, tears slightly welling up.

"Okay," Angela replied quietly, she scooted over next to Katie and reached a hand over and gently started rubbing the front of her stomach. Her touch sent a soothing wave over Katie's entire body. In an instant, all her pain was gone, she felt elated and let out a small moan of relief involuntarily.

"Hey, don't be weird about it!" Angela remarked, pulling her hand away quickly. In a flash, all the pain was back. Katie winced and clenched her eyes, resting her head back on the table.

"No--! Angie, please! It hurts!"

"Okay, Okay! Sorry, Katie.." Angie replied, returning her hand Katie's belly. Like before, the pain subsided and Katie entered some kind of euphoric state. She felt like everything was as it should be right now. She was stuffed, and her aching stomach was being tended to. This felt right, it felt like things should always be like this.

Except... no...

That's not right...


Right?



"Katie?" Angie's voice pierced into Katie's mind

"Katie? We need to go, y'know, get back to work." Her voice started hazy but quickly focused.

"Yea! Yea." Katie replied, shaking her head slightly, trying to escape that weird mental space she was in. Katie got up to leave.

"Don't, uh, forget to fix your clothes first, Katie." Angela said a little awkwardly.

"Oh yea, thanks." She blushed a little from embarrassment. She looked down at herself and froze. She looked fatter. Not like, she was 200 pounds now or something outrageous like that. But like, enough that her previously toned stomach now had very little definition. Enough that her bra felt too snug. Enough that she could feel her panties digging into her hips. Enough that it was visible through her skirt after she pulled it up. Some bulging, but not too much, no one will notice, right? And besides, it's not lie she was watching her weight, maybe this just creeped up on her.

She didn't just gain weight from a belly rub after stuffing her face with enough food for a whole day, right?

Either way, she needed to get back to her desk. Which, she did. Though now, it was like she hadn't eaten. Her stomach, though soft, felt empty. She placed a hand on it as she clicked her way through a power point checking for errors, and felt it growl.

"How can I be hungry?" she thought, looking over her shoulder at Angela, also working away at a similar task.

"You want anything from the vending machine? I'm gonna grab a quick snack." Angela said, standing from her desk and facing Katie. Katie nodded, pulled out $1.25 and handed it to her. She realized a moment after Angela had left that she hadn't told her what to get.

"She won't get me anything weird, just a -- not a candy bar, no-- a granola bar, or a lemonade or something like that" Katie reassured herself. She was wrong, of course, Katie just needed to accept what was happening to her, Angela handed her two honeybuns.

"Two?" Katie asked, already biting into the first one.

"Yea! It was weird, two fell down. Vending machine must like you." she chuckled. Katie didn't laugh as she caught herself finishing the second one.
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