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   Brooke

   "All right, see you there!" Brooke said, putting her shoes on. Brooke was a cute 18-year-old with E-cup breasts and a nice ass. She was 5'6", and had sleek black hair. While she was pale, she got guys' attention well. She got to her car to meet her friend at McDonald's for lunch.
   After a 5-minute drive, she arrived at McDonalds. When Brooke got there, she couldn't find her friend.
   Twenty minutes passed. After that, Brooke decided to just have lunch herself. She ordered two McDoubles, a small order of fries, and a medium soda. After finishing the meal and throwing her trash away, she started toward the door.
   However, just as she turned to the door, she saw her friend walking in. Her friend, Janelle, had wavy blonde hair, modest breasts, and had a little secret.
   "Brooke!" She exclaimed.
   "Hey, Janelle!" Brooke said back.
   "Sorry I'm late. Ran into some traffic."
   "It's ok. You can go ahead and order. I a--"
   "Alright. I know what you always get, so I'll just order for you."
   "But Jan, I already--"
   But she was gone. "Great," Brooke said to herself. "I'm gonna have to eat two lunches." She knew she couldn't eat nothing in front of her friend. Janelle always got worried when Brooke didn't eat.
   Janelle came back with the food. "Eat up!" She said. "Wait a minute. Hey, they gave us an extra burger by accident! Well, their loss."
   "Great," Brooke thought. As the two ate, she felt fuller and fuller. Finally, when just the extra burger was left, Janelle said, "You can go ahead and have it. I know you want it."
   Brooke couldn't turn the offer down. She reached for it, and started to eat it. She was already full, but she managed to polish it off.
   "That was a good lunch."
   "Mm hmm," mumbled an overstuffed Brooke.
   On the way out, Janelle took several looks at Brooke's belly, a little larger from the big meal.
   "All right, well I'll see you later!" Janelle called.
   "Mmph... See ya."
   When Brooke got home, she laid on the couch, unbuttoned her shorts, and massaged her aching belly.
   "So... Full..." She moaned. But inwardly, she felt good. She almost... Enjoyed it...

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   A few days later, Brooke decided she would try to stuff herself. She had been snacking a little more often than before the incident, but had never tried to eat another larger-than-normal meal.
   "All right," Brooke said, "I think I'll get some pizza."
   She drove off to the nearest pizza carry-out restaurant. When she went up to the register, she told the cashier, "Two large pepperoni pizzas, and... A one-liter bottle of Mountain Dew.
   "A-all right," the guy at the register stammered, seeing Brooke's cleavage, "That'll be t-twelve fifty."
   After getting the pizza and soda, and getting home, Brooke changed into some sweat pants and a tube top.
   "All right, let's see what we can do."
   She started on the first pizza, taking regular swigs of soda. She was starting to feel full at its last slice. Despite this, she pressed on. The second pizza was tougher. Her eating slowed down, and she found herself drinking soda just to get a piece of pizza down. She finally got down to the last slice of the second pizza.
   "Should I?" She thought. Before she knew it, her hand was lifting the pizza to her face. Slowly, she ate it, one hand holding it, the other massaging her sore stomach. At last, she finished it and drank the last of the soda.
   She let out a groan. This was like the other day, but she felt even more full--and she was enjoying it more.
   After a rather long nap, Brooke got a call from Janelle.
   "Hey, Brooke! Do you want to go to dinner?"
   Brooke still felt a little full, but she obliged anyway. "Sure! Where do you want to meet?"
   "There's this buffet place downtown that I've heard great things about. You in?"
   "Of course!"
   "All right, I'll see you there at 6:30."
   "Ok, bye."
   Brooke turned to see the clock. It was 6:00! Quickly, she changed into a plain green dress. Her belly poked out a bit, but she didn't care. She jumped into her car and drove off to the buffet. Janelle was already there when she arrived.
   "You're here!" Janelle exclaimed. After talking to each other for a while, they went to get their first plates.
   There were so many different foods at the buffet table. Steaks, Mexican, even seafood, to name a few.
   Janelle returned with a salad and some soup. Brooke came back with soup, a steak, a couple of tacos, and some mashed potatoes, with gravy, of course.
   Janelle didn't eat very much while the two were at the buffet. Instead, she was watching how much Brooke was eating.
   Brooke had gone up two more times, each plate piled higher than the rest.
   Partway through the last plate of food, Janelle asked, "Hey, do you want to come over and spend the night at my house?"
   "I would love to!" Brooke replied between mouthfuls.
   Once the pair was done, they went over to Janelle's house. After Janelle put a movie on, Brooke resisted the urge to moan and rub her belly, which had expanded to that of a pregnant woman two months along and was making gurgling noises, trying to digest all the food.
   Janelle wasn't really watching the movie. Instead, she was watching Brooke's stomach as it heaved up and down as she breathed.
   She also had another thought running through her head. "Should I tell her?" She thought.
   Brooke also had a secret she wasn't sure whether she should tell or not.
   Finally, Brooke mustered up some courage. "Jan, I have a secret to tell you."
   Janelle sat up and looked at her. "You do?"
   "Yes. You know how I ate the extra burger at McDonalds?"
   "Yeah...?"
   "Well, I had two more before you came, and I didn't want to worry you."
   "That's it?"
   "Actually, no. Today, I ate two whole pizzas. I had enjoyed being so full, and I loved when I felt like I was going to burst... You don't think it's weird, do you?"
   "Actually, no." Janelle was shocked to hear Brooke's secret. "In fact, my secret is related to yours."
   "It is?"
   "Yes. I love to watch people like you eat lots of food, then see how big their stomachs get. Actually, I prefer to see other...girls...do...it..."
   "So you're...you're...a..."
   "Yes. I am a lesbian." She broke down and started to cry.
   "It's okay," Brooke comforted.
   "R-really?" Janelle said between sobs. "You don't think I'm weird?"
   "Of course not."
   Janelle saw Brooke's still-engorged belly. "Then... Could I rub your belly...?"
   "Um... Sure."
   Janelle proceeded. She started by gently pressing, feeling how firm it was, being so full. Then, she started kneading in small circles. It was an amazing experience for both of them. Then, without thinking, Janelle kissed Brooke's belly.
   She turned deep red.
   "Why did you stop?"
   "I-- I thought kissing would be crossing the line."
   "What line?" Brooke smiled.
   Relieved, Janelle continued her massage for another few minutes, until they both fell asleep on the couch.

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   Janelle woke up. It took her a while to realize she was sleeping on Brooke's belly, but she guessed that she wouldn't have cared. Then, an idea popped into her head.
   About half an hour later, Janelle walked over to the still-sleeping Brooke.
   "Rise and shine, sleepyhead!"
   "Mph... Mmm..."
   "Time for breakfast!"
   At that, Brooke bolted upright. Janelle walked her over to the kitchen. Eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, pancakes, and French toast, all arranged on the table.
   "Well? Are you hungry?" Janelle asked.
   Brooke didn't say anything. Instead, she just dove in. She was cutting through the stack of six pancakes by the time Janelle got the orange juice out.
   "Whoa, there," she said. "Save some for me!"
   Her sarcastic plea fell on deaf ears. Halfway through the sausages, Brooke finally paused to get a drink. Right afterward, though, she continued on.
   The eggs were a little tougher to get through. Brooke slowed down slightly, but was still determined to clean the table.
   Pancakes down, sausage down, and eggs down, only the bacon (ten strips) and the hash browns (a whole bag) remained. The hash browns put up more of a fight than the eggs, and Brooke had to take a drink more and more often, but before she knew it they had met their demise.
   Finally, there was the bacon, in all its greasy, fatty goodness. Brooke took it slow. One by one, each slice disappeared from the plate, and went down her throat. After the final strip of bacon was gone, Brooke took a sigh of relief. She had conquered the huge breakfast, and as a result, she felt she needed another nap. Slowly, she got up, walked to the couch, and crashed.
   Janelle saw this as an opportunity. She crouched down in front of Brooke's stuffed belly. She could hear the various gurgles that came from it. Cautiously, she placed a hand on it. She felt it rise and fall to Brooke's heavy breathing. Slowly, she started to knead. She was getting very turned on, and she could see a smile forming on Brooke's lips.
   Brooke wasn't actually asleep. She could feel Janelle's rubbing, and was loving it. She couldn't resist letting out a small moan.
   Around ten minutes later, Brooke got up and walked to the door. She told Janelle she had a great time, said goodbye, and walked out.
   Once she got home, Brooke looked at herself in the mirror. She saw how large her gut was, but it wasn't just full of food.
   She felt some fat on it.
   She took a small gasp. "I've gained weight!" She thought. She hadn't really noticed beforehand. Her shirts and pants still fit (when she wasn't stuffed, of course), but there was definitely a little pudge on her belly.
   "I think I kind of like this," she said to herself. "In fact, I kinda like the idea of being big all the time."
   From that point on, Brooke tried to stuff herself a little at every meal, and try to do as little activity as possible. After a few weeks, she saw the effects.
   One morning, Brooke was getting dressed, but she was having some difficulty getting her skinny jeans on over her rear. Eventually, though, they came on. After fighting with the button, she zipped them up and put on a shirt. Her clothes all felt tighter than usual, so she decided to spend the day shopping.
   First up was shirts. She didn't have very many problems finding tops that she both liked and could wear. Some were low-cut, others were more modest.
   Then there was the pants. She felt that her sweats and yoga pants would still fit, so she only looked for jeans. After trying on several pairs, she noticed that she had gone a couple sizes larger before they were comfortable.
   Finally, she had to get new lingerie. Her bra felt tight, and her panties had to be forced up. She had no problem finding underwear that fit, but bras were a different story. She immediately went up a cup size, but nothing felt comfortable. Ten minutes later, she decided on three different ones.
   After her ordeal at the mall, Brooke ran into Janelle on her way out to her car.
   "Hey Jan, do you want to come to my house?"
   "All right! I'll follow you there."
   "Actually, I have to stop at the grocery store first," Brooke said with a wink.
   "Ok, I'll just come with you."
   At the store, Brooke and Janelle bought all kinds of foods--chips, take-and-bake pizza, pre-cooked chicken, cookies, even a cake--along with a case of soda to wash it all down.
   The two went straight to Brooke's house afterward. It was around 4:30 when they arrived.
   Brooke and Janelle immediately got started. While Janelle got the pizza started, Brooke went to put something more comfortable on.
   Once Brooke changed into a slightly tight tube top and shorts and came to the living room, the feast began.
   She started on the chicken. Beginning with the legs, then the wings, she tore apart the succulent bird. The pizza was ready when she was almost done with the breast.
   Chicken destroyed, Brooke took a small break with some chips and soda. After the break, she continued to the pizza.
   The pizza seemed daunting at first, reminding Brooke of her first intentional stuffing. However, this one seemed to go down easier than the others.
   Partway through, Janelle made an odd request.
   "Brooke?"
   "Yeah?"
   "I hope this doesn't sound weird to you...but...um...could I feed you?"
   Brooke was a little surprised at this. But she obliged anyway.
   Janelle fed Brooke the rest of the pizza, along with a box of cookies.
   Finally, there was the final battle: a 6-inch cheesecake. Brooke already felt pretty full. Her belly resembled a small melon, but she was determined to finish it all.
   First slice. Rich, moist. Chew a little, then swallow. Third slice. Tougher to get down. Drink soda. Pause. Sixth slice. Drink after each bite. Go slow.
   By the time Brooke got to the eighth, and final slice, she was exhausted. Her belly heaved when she breathed. She felt it briefly, and was shocked. Her belly had become huge! It was as if she were partway through her second trimester of pregnancy!
   Despite all this, Brooke reached for the last slice. she took a bite, chewed carefully, and forced it down her throat. She could feel her stomach grow slightly to accommodate the piece of cake. Bit by forced bit, the piece of cake grew smaller.
   One small bite was left. Brooke put it in her mouth. She pressed it on the roof of her mouth, chewed slowly and carefully, and then swallowed it.
   She did it. Brooke conquered the cheesecake. Janelle congratulated her, and proceeded to rub. Brooke joined her, feeling how big and rock-hard her belly was from all the food. Not even five minutes passed before she laid down and fell asleep.
   Brooke felt hungry. She turned, and there was Janelle, near a long table covered in junk food. She sat down, and allowed Janelle to feed her. Burgers, fries, chicken nuggets, hot dogs, onion rings--all went into the maw that was Brooke. Eventually the feeding stopped. Brooke looked at the table. It was empty! She looked down. Where her belly should be, there was an enormous bulge that was as big as she was. She tried to stand up, but she couldn't. She panicked, moving about to try and get on her feet, but it was in vain. She called for help, but no one came.
   Brooke woke up, a little shaken. She checked the time. It was eight. Janelle had left. Brooke laid on the couch for a while, massaging her belly, still a little big from the meal. It was soft, and she liked moving it around and making it jiggle.
   Then, she moved on to her breast. They were almost Gs now, and her tube top strained to keep them in. She slid her hands over her tits, and felt how firm her boobs were, though they weren't, really.
   After this, Brooke got up and looked in the kitchen. It was clean, to her surprise, and there was a note on the counter. It read:
   Brooke,
   I had a lot of fun at your house! I saw that you were sleeping pretty hard, so I decided I would clean up for you. By the way, take a look in the fridge. I have a surprise for you.
   Janelle

   Brooke silently thanked her, and walked over to the refrigerator. She saw a bottle with a clear liquid labeled, "drink before a large meal."
This intrigued Brooke, so she took a small sip. Suddenly, she felt hungry. She opened the cupboard and pulled out the first thing she grabbed, which was a mostly-full box of cereal. She ate it, mouthful by mouthful, until she was sated. When she was though, she found out that the cereal was gone, crumbs and all! "Hmm..." Brooke was having an idea.
   "Yes, that will be all." Brooke was at Arby's, ordering five large beef'n'cheddars. As she pulled up to the window, the guy there paused and stuttered a "thank you, please come again..." Just like the others.
   She tossed the sandwiches in the back seat, along with eight tacos, five McDoubles, and two extra-large orders of fries. Brooke got home, carrying all the food in one trip. She decided not to bother changing. She wanted to feel her clothes tighten.
   Sitting on the couch, Brooke took a swig of the strange clear liquid. Soon thereafter, she tore into a burger. It was gone in seconds. The next two didn't fare much better. She took her time on the rest, now that the initial rush was over. She didn't notice at first, but her shirt was slowly riding up.
   When the burgers were gone, Brooke moved on to the tacos. Each was relatively easy to eat, and she was still hungry, even after the five burgers. She felt her jeans button tighten. Five down, six down, seven. By then, she felt like she was being cut in half. Then, halfway through the eighth taco...

POW!!

   Her button popped, and her zipper slid down, relieving Brooke of the pressure. Feeling better, she ate a carton of fries, then started a beef'n'cheddar. It was delicious, marinated beef covered with oozing cheddar cheese. She hadn't noticed, but you could easily see her belly button under her shirt.
   Brooke finished the sandwich, and downed the rest of the fries. The concoction's effects were starting to wear off, but she wanted to eat all the food she bought.
   She tore into the sandwich voraciously. She was trying to eat all she could before the drink's effects ran out. Unfortunately, though, they did, with two bites left.
   Suddenly, Brooke felt very full. She looked down, and was alarmed. Her belly was huge! Her shirt didn't even cover her belly button!
   She turned back to the sandwich. She took a bite, chewed, and then swallowed. It felt like her stomach got bigger just from that piece. She put the rest in her mouth. She chewed for a while, and then swallowed forcefully. It went slowly down, and then, it eventually found a place in her stomach. She sighed in relief, then started rubbing her titanic belly.
   It was hard as a rock, and Brooke could barely move under its weight. She heard the occasional grumble or gurgle, but it didn't shift around to her breathing. After attempting to get up several times, all without success, Brooke decided to just lay down and rest. She played with her belly a little more, but she soon fell into deep slumber.
   Over the next month, Brooke had been eating more and more--not just at meals, but snacking bigger and more often. She had nearly become addicted to food, and it got to the point where if she wasn't eating, she was sleeping.
   Of course, this had a profound effect on her weight. At the end of the month, she had to buy new clothes. It happened again, two weeks later. After that, she had to start getting new clothes every week!
   Brooke, as you might expect, loved all the changes that were happening. Her E-cups? Now they were Ks. Her 30" ass? It's blown up to 45". Her weight? 145 lbs, now up to nearly 300.
   One lazy afternoon, while watching TV with a jumbo-size bag of chips, Brooke got a text from Janelle. "Want to meet at the buffet tonight?"
   "Sure," she replied.
   "Ok, meet you at 6. PS bring the bottle."
   Six o'clock came around, and Brooke and Janelle were getting their seats. When they did, Brooke made a dash for the line. She came back with a plate heaped with various foods.
   "Now, before you start," Janelle instructed, "Take a nice big gulp from the bottle."
   Brooke did, and she felt the same insatiable hunger as before, but this time, it was even stronger. She cleared her plate in no more than five minutes. Fortunately, Janelle had already brought more food.
   This continued for around half an hour, until Brooke started to falter. This was when Janelle pulled out a small vial of clear liquid and mixed it in Brooke's drink. As soon as Brooke took a drink, she perked back up again, and the crazed stuffing continued.
   Another half hour later, Brooke was slowing down again. She finished the plate she had and sat back. Her belly dominated her figure--she had to spread her legs to accommodate it. Her shirt didn't even try to cover it, so everyone could see the mammoth stomach.
   Janelle got up to help Brooke out of the restaurant, and into her car. Janelle drove to her house, and helped Brooke onto her bed. Brooke was thinking something was up, but she was too tired to care. She quickly fell into a sleep that could be mistaken for hibernation. Janelle took this to her advantage. She undid Brooke's shorts and slid them off. She did the same with her stretched-out shirt. Janelle rubbed Brooke's belly, which was hard despite the fat that Brooke had acquired over the past month. When she was done with it, she carefully pulled Brooke's bra down. She played with Brooke's boobs, jiggling, fondling, and squeezing them in her hands. She then gave her a hug, although Brooke's belly only allowed a sort of half-hug. She then laid down beside her, and fell asleep watching her.
   When Janelle woke up, she was surprised to see Brooke still sleeping. She fell asleep around eight the night before, and it was nine in the morning now. Brooke's belly was considerably smaller, but something unusual happened. It seemed like the size of her belly had instead distributed throughout her body. Janelle went to the living room to watch television.
   A couple of hours later, Brooke awakened from her slumber. At first, she was wondering why she was at Janelle's house. Then she remembered being helped in and falling asleep. She wasn't sure why, but getting up was a little harder than usual. She stood there for a while, and then went to find Janelle.
   Brooke walked in the living room, and saw Janelle, watching TV. Janelle looked up at her.
   "Hey there, sexy."
   "What?"
   Janelle looked at her. Brooke looked down and blushed, still nude from the night before. She tried to cover up her breasts, to little avail.
   "It's ok," Janelle reassured.
   "Ok?!" Brooke snapped, "You, looking at me naked?!"
   "I-I'm sorry!" Janelle cried, tears in her eyes. "You were sleeping so soundly, so I just...just..."
   "Jan?" Brooke interrupted.
   "Y-yes?"
   "I love you." She walked over to her.
   "I...I love you too." Janelle replied, getting up.
   They hugged, Janelle getting a little breast-smothering. She reached for a kiss, and kiss they did. After the small moment of passion, Brooke asked a question.
   "Jan?"
   "Yes?"
   "Where did you get that drink that makes me so hungry?"
   "Come here, I'll show you."
   She led Brooke down to her basement. There, Brooke saw a chemistry lab, and a chair.
   "I had been working on the formula for years now. Now that I'd perfected it, I decided to use it on you."
   "Does it do anything besides make me extremely hungry?"
   "Actually, yes. The latest version causes you to gain weight just from eating--it makes your body absorb and hold onto every gram of fat from your food."
   "Did you want to test that on me, too?"
   "Actually, I already have."
   "When?"
   "I mixed it in your drink last night. You know how fatty that food was last night? Now it's all in you."
   "Ah."
   "I was wondering... Would you like to stuff some more? I have lots of fatty food here."
   "I would love to!"
   "Then let's get started!"
   Brooke drank Janelle's potion, and Janelle pulled out a hundred big macs from a box. Brooke started the next moment. Each one went down in seconds. Janelle seemed to constantly add food to Brooke's plate, all of it as fatty as possible. Brooke's belly swelled, as did Janelle's eyes.
   Finally, Brooke stopped. She tried to move, but couldn't without extreme difficulty. She looked at her belly. It was as big as Janelle!
   Just then, she walked over. She hugged Brooke's belly, then went to talk to her.
   "My belly! It's massive!"
   "I know, right?"
   "How am I going to function in life if I can't even move?"
   "I was thinking about this for a while, but how about I just take care of you?"
   "I think I could enjoy that."
   "Then it's settled."
   Several hours later, when Brooke's belly had diminished to the point that she could at least waddle, Janelle helped her upstairs to her bedroom, then to another room. It was a very large room, probably the size of a small gymnasium. It had carpeted floors, a (very) large TV, and a single couch.
   Brooke sat on the couch, which she took up most of, and Janelle tried to squeeze in next to her. They hugged and kissed, and watched TV.
   "Hey, do you want to try your clothes on one last time?"
   "Sure."
   Janelle got Brooke's clothes. Her shirt wouldn't go on past her breasts, which were somewhere in the S range; and her pants wouldn't go past her 36" thighs. She then took them off, with some assistance.
   "There's one more feature I want to show you." Janelle said. She pulled out a remote, and on it were three buttons: Go, Stop, and Auto.
   "This remote controls a tube that will deliver a delicious cream to you whenever you want."
   "What does 'Auto' do?"
   "It extends the tube so it goes directly down your throat, so you don't have to swallow."
   Brooke put the tube in her mouth and turned it on. Immediately, cream started flowing slowly, but steadily. She drank it, and instantly felt heavier. She turned it off.
   "I love it!"
   "I knew you would. Do you want to continue?"
   "Duh!"
   "Well, then allow me." Janelle got up, turned the TV on, and sat on the arm of the couch. Brooke turned the cream on again. Before long, she filled out the couch.
   Around an hour later, Brooke's belly seemed like a big, fleshy beanbag. Janelle went over and sat on it. The feeling was erotic--for both of them.
   Later, she crawled up and started to play with Brooke's beyond-bra-sized boobs. She tried to lift one up, but couldn't. She squeezed, poked, and jiggled them. Then, she put her mouth on a tit and started to suck. This pleasured Brooke immensely, causing her whole body to quake.
   After that little episode, Janelle crawled back to her spot on Brooke's incredible stomach.

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   Brooke and Janelle stayed with each other forever, with Brooke constantly getting bigger, and Janelle just sitting on her belly. Of course, she did occasionally go up to Brooke's boobs to play, and, eventually, they got so big she just stayed up there all the time. The couple loved each other, one for her size, the other for her playfulness.

THE END