Karen awoke to a terrible stench permeating through her bedroom, and a deep pressure in her belly. Lily hadn't let up her "punishments" at all, and Karen was just now starting to realize the scope of the food's effects. Firstly, she'd gained weight. A fair amount of it, too; not enough to call her outright fat, but just enough to have her start bursting seams. Second, she was constantly bloated. You could even tell just by looking at her belly that she was not merely chubby, she was slowly becoming something akin to a human hot air balloon! Her semi-taut tummy stuck out about a foot from the rest of her, and it loudly gurgled with gas bubbles and half-digested food. Even her motions were becoming like that of a sluggish dirigible; she was slower walking around, and she often cupped her active belly with an idle hand.
She cracked her back, yawned, then let loose a loud burst of gas. Phrrrrraaaaaahhhhp! Oh, yes, she was also increasingly more flatulent. She did her best to hold it in during the day, but alone, at home, she let it all rip loose. It was all she could do to fight her tummy's growing pressure.
"Ugh, I'm starved.." she said to herself. She waddled to the fridge, eyeing her belly on the way (Did it grow overnight?!) and took out several to-go boxes of meat. Lily had been ever-so kind enough to give her extra meat to eat at home, and even though she'd never admit it, she was hooked. She only waited the requisite two microwave-minutes before she hungrily gobbled it up, her furnace-belly happy to have more fuel.
After breakfast, her tummy stuck out another two inches. The way it moved was odd by itself; it wobbled not like fat, but more like a hot water balloon, which made finding flattering clothes that much harder. She was starting to give up on that front, instead just squeezing it into her diner-uniform t-shirt, woefully too small. Her ass had grown, too, but it only made her pants uncomfortable, instead of unbearable, unlike her shirt.
Bbbbrrrrraaaaapppt! She grinned that time; that one felt good~! She finally grabbed her waitress apon, loosely tied it around her doughy midsection, then slowly walked off, a few bursts of gas trailing behind.
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