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Warning: Contains female burping/belching, weight gain and belly stuffing. If you are not interested in these then do not read. If you are, do enjoy.

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Caoimhe was just fresh out of college and had a steady life style. She landed herself a job as a waitress at the local diner and she started living out in an decent apartment with reasonable rent. She was a bit on the short side in comparison to most others, though her pretty face and adoring attitude compensated for the lack in height. Her long black hair flowed down her back, almost reaching her rear end.

Caoimhe always dreamed of opening up her own bakery as baking was her favorite skill of trade. Only two things stood in her way - money and her weight. She was patient enough to wait for the money but she wanted to adjust her weight firstly. She did gain the infamous "Freshmen 15" though her weight stayed at pretty much the same afterwards. She had a bit of a fat around her abdomen that she would be rather rid of and just wanted to be slimmer in general.

She went to the store to obtain some "getting fit" equipment, which consisted of new sweat pants, some vests and a work out DVD. She walked up to the cashier with her new loot when she noticed a large tub on the counter with the words "Weight Improver" in large righting.

"Hey, does that stuff actually work?" Caoimhe asked in curiosity.

"Yeah. This stuff turned my wife from a complete lard-ass to a beanpole in about a year." said the muscular man behind the counter, informing her of its effectiveness.

"Wow! Really?"

"Absolutely. She's a professional gymnast these days and we work out at the gym together."

"I'll have 1 lot of that stuff please."

"One packet of Weight Improver comin' right up" the cashier said as he reached for one of many small packets on the racks behind him.

"No, I don't want a packet. I want a full tub."

"A full tub? You sure about that missy?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Ok then. One full tub it is then. Just letting you know, this much should last you just a little more than a year going by your body type"

"Ok, thanks!"

Caoimhe struggled into her apartment with her bag of shopping looped around her arm and the large tub of Weight Improver in both hands. With a hefty thud, she managed to lift it onto her counter top and then she left to change into her work out attire. When she was changed she began reading the instructions located on the side of the tub.

"Lets see here, can be taken with almost any meal or drink. Only one teaspoon per- blah, blah, blah. Warning: Do not consume with carbonated fluids- yada, yada, yada. If not used correctly side effects may include- etc, etc. Ok, time to make a smoothie!"

Her idea of a smoothie was a rather, "different" kind to most others. The estatic Caoimhe pulled out her smoothie blender along with her choices of ingredients. She first added 3 scoops of ice-cream, followed up by half a bottle of chocolate syrup, some whipped cream and a handful of small fruits. She then proceeded to add a half a cup full of the weight powder, completely disregarding the instructions.

After a quick blend, what was left was a thick brown-ish drink with a strong odor whisping out of it. Caoimhe poured herself a glass and began consuming it as she set up her work out DVD.

"*HEEAARRRUUUURRRPP* oh God, that's some strong stuff *BUUOORRRPP*"

She drank the thick drink as she set up her new exercise DVD. As the clip began, a slim woman in tights and leg warmers appeared on screen with two other people standing in the background in similar attire.

"OK! Let's start off with some jumping jacks!" the onscreen woman said with cringe worthy enthusiasm. "And 1 and 2, and 1 and 2, and 1 and 2" she counted as Caoimhe struggled to keep in pace. She could feel her stomach's contents sloshing about as she moved her body to and fro.

"Ok! Now let's do some sit ups!" the over acting woman cheered as she and her assistants layed on their backs and crossed their legs. Caoimhe followed suit but her counting was more gastric then intended-

"One *BAAOORRP!* Two *BUUUAAARRRPP!* Three *MMBOORRPP!*" each time her body curled up, she acted like a deflating balloon, releasing gas with every squeeze.

This became Caoimhe's routine for the next number of months. Going to work, getting home, have a few weight shakes, eating all her meals with added weight powder, struggle to exercise in front of a TV, then just binge "snacking" until she went to bed.

Needless to say, work changed for her as well. She lost her job as a waitress due to complaints about excessive burping, bumping into customers and even eating food off of their plates! She found work in the local bakery, which had its benefits. She often ate off the shelves when the days were slow but she was never board. She was allowed bake as well, but since she ate off the shelves, she decided to add some weight powder in with the mixture so she could keep up with her "diet". She didn't realise though that her actions resulted in customers packing on the pounds, especially with girls who recently had a break up. They would come in bigger than the last time they arrived.

Caoimhe's scales began to gather dust as she continued her glutinous ways. Her feet were now a rare sight for her as her belly reached her knees whenever she sat down, which was quite a lot. She still played the same workout DVD even though she was sitting the entire time during it with piles of food at her side.

"And now let's stretch. Arms above your head! And hold for 5, 4, 3, 2....." The cringe worthy woman on the DVD said. However, Caoimhe did have her hands above her head, only to support the soda bottle she was chugging out of.

"And breath" The instructor said as she let her stench go. For the fatty watching it, it meant something else.

*UUAAAOORRP* was most of what Caoimhe said these days

The end