Belle's Summer of Work (Part 2)

Tags: Weight Gain, Increasing amounts of slob/gas , Sex, NEET lifestyle

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/belles-summer-of-99196266

Part 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/belles-summer-of-127086322

A return to slob! Hope you all enjoy! As always, more stories coming. 

--- A New Hobby and Friend ---

“Go pick something out that’s fun, honey!” Stephanie said, waving from the car. Her frizzy black hair waved in the wind. “I will be back shortly with lunch.” She called before stepping back into the car. She drove away, watching her daughter in the rearview mirror. Pride filled her heart as she watched Belle starting to lumber into the video game store. Her round, sweaty dumpling was branching out into a new hobby. Belle had not only left her old work behind, but was starting to adopt new and relaxing pastimes. Of course, Belle had not totally been without guidance. The ever present hand of her mother had dipped into her leisure time. Stephanie had thought about the sorts of hobbies a young, slothful woman might enjoy. The list of rewards and challenges had changes to accommodate this new trend.

Stephanie had revamped the rewards on her checklist, rewriting them to be more appealing to her daughter’s new tastes. Rather than working on resumes, items involving food or Stepahnie doing chores took the list. However, a new item had entered the list: buy a video game. Stephanie had decided to get inventive with the latest item. On one of their many food trips, she had seen another child playing with a video game console. Not once had he looked up to even speak to his parents, utterly transfixed by the portable entertainment console. Inspiration had struck and Stephanie had laid the bait. Almost to her surprise, Belle had taken it. Stephanie looked back once more, wondering just what her daughter was going to purchase.

Belle wondered much the same thing as she waddled into the game shop. Her stomach sagged fully out of her shirt, hardly covered at all. As it had turned out, none of the clothes that were bought on the mall shopping trip fit. Further, with Belle’s constant snacking, they only fit less as time went on. Belle cared little, enjoying the feeling of fresh air on her naked skin. It was doubly nice that the workers at the store did not say anything about her appearance. With her unkempt hair, chart topping body fat percentage, and ill fitting clothes she looked the part of a hardcore gamer. However, she had never touched one before. Video games were for underachievers and layabouts. Belle now saw them as a great way to alleviate the boredom that had started to take root in her life. She had removed the toil, work, and suffering but needed something fun to put in its place. Whilst eating and watching movies with her mother had been fun, Belle was getting a little desperate. It was time to broaden her horizons along with her body. 

“Anything I can help you find?” The man behind the counter asked, eager to sell preorders and magazine subscriptions. 

“No.” Belle said. Even though she had not been a gamer for very long, it was obvious that she needed to avoid the sales reps. She ignored the rest of what he had to say, instead moving between the rows of brightly colored cases, toys, and other sundry geeky things. Belle tried to wrangle her attention span long enough to read one of the cases. She saw boxes of grisly men in action poses next to other games bearing cute animals. Yet, none of them really appealed to her. It was hard to know even where to start. Belle hated to admit it, but the concept of fun at large was foreign to her. Food had come close, but that was different. Belle knew she needed to experiment with other things. However, she had little idea where to start. Part of her wished that her mother hadn’t left. How was she supposed to pick something on her own? Belle huffed, starting to reach for a game case. That was when she heard the door open. Another person made their presence known, capturing all eyes and ears. 

“Bbbbblllooorrrruuuuup!” The belch echoed through the small store. It seemed forceful enough to shake the posters at the back of the little store. Surprised, Belle turned as quickly as she was able. She spun slowly and her belly dragged along the display racks. Sweaty, greasy gut fat landed on the flimsy shelving and shook it violently. Belle’s stomach knocked over several game cases. The lost cases clattered to the floor, but the noise was lost in a boisterous burp. “HOOORRRURUUUP. . .” There came the sound of hands smacking fat. Belle was more than knowledgeable enough about her own body to recognize hands landing on supple pudge. She could not see the person that entered, save for a torrent of blond hair which stuck above the standing racks and displays. Belle started to waddle her way towards the noise, intrigued by the vulgar display. She heard panting and the slap of buttcheeks hitting one another. “Did. . .uhhhh. . .any copies of Maid Knight 3?” A husky but feminine voice echoed. There was a bit of twang to her voice, like she was from the south. Belle rounded the corner, eager to see this new woman. 

She was obviously cut from the same lazy and slothful cloth that Belle was. Her hair was wild and looked like it had not been brushed in a long time. It was poofy and huge, running down the woman’s back in an unbroken stream. Whilst frizzy and gigantic, her hair did little to cover the excessive wideness of her body. Belle did not often see women as fat as she was, and this woman might have been even fatter. She had a wide ass which had a cheap cotton dress poorly shoved over it. Her voluminous asscheeks pressed their dimpled mass into the back of the dress, pulling any free fabric deep within the cavernous ass crack. The woman would occasionally scratch at her behind, trying to pull a wedgie out. However, it only took a slight shift from her hips to send the fabric right back. From her vantage point, Belle could also see that the woman’s gut was spilling onto the counter. The sales rep had to pull back his phone, lest the receiver be knocked over by the wall of gut fat. The woman waited impatiently, huffing and putting her weight from one pillar leg to the other. Belle watched her with eyes wide, licking her lips. She had never seen a woman like this before. 

“Sorry Ma’am, no copies.” The man said, pretending to type on his keyboard. He was obviously offended by the woman’s demeanor and presentation. The corners of his nose twitched in both anger and disgust as he began to pick up her smell. This new woman had a horrendous stink to her. Fast food mixed with body odor mixed with expensive perfume in order to create a uniquely disgusting musk. With each movement the smell was renewed. He even found it hard to think, struggling to comprehend words in the face of such nasal torture. “I don’t think it will come out for another month.” He was willing to lie in order to remove her from his presence. One fat slob in his store was enough. At least the one with the silver hair did not stink as much as the blonde. 

“Yes it does!” It was a bratty outburst, born out of the fact that she had been tracking the release date for months. She had been too lazy to call and preorder a copy, however. “It says that the NA release was today.” She fished in her cleavage, moving the fat sacks of blubber around in order to pull out a cellphone. The screen was dripping with rancid sweat, which was further smeared as she swiped a sausage finger across. “See. . .right. . .here!” The woman was out of shape enough that even raising her voice caused her lungs to tire. “Today!” The smelly woman stamped her foot. Her weight, neatly above 400, shook the counter and knocked over adorable figurines. 

“Maybe they got the date wrong, or there was a shipping delay.” The man offered, trying to stealthily cover his face with his sleeve. The little bit of fabric would do little against what would come next.

“Unbelievable! I’m not going to even be treated this way.” The woman sniffed and started to turn. Her immensely heavy bottom half started to shift back and forth. There would be one large and violent shake as a foot landed but then a myriad of smaller jiggles would follow in its wake. Sweat flew from her uncovered arms and chins, dripping onto the counter and boxes. She waddled away, too frustrated and annoyed to say anything else to the man at the counter. The blonde was so focused on getting her game and the annoyance that came with not getting it that other things were allowed to bubble to the surface. FFFFRRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPTTTTH! A large, brassy fat bounced out of her ass. Even though she was several steps away from the counter, posters draped over the sides shook in the toxic breeze. The woman stopped for a moment, possibly embarrassed, but soon began to waddle out again. She did not stop when another blast of foul smelling, built up pressure released itself.  Both Belle and the salesman were unable to take their eyes off of the exiting gasbag, but their reactions were markedly different. 

With not even a hint of revulsion, Belle waddled out of the store, trying to catch the girl. For the first time in months she ran, her arms crooked in a pathetic but adorable manner. Her chubby butt bounced up and down, flopping out of her shorts at both the top and bottom. She smacked into the closing door, too uncoordinated to catch it. Months of sitting about in her own fat and filth had drained Belle of quick reflexes. Her belly smeared against the glass, dragging its greasy bulk laterally. The obese girl pushed and the door opened again, though mostly because of her weight rather than her muscle. Belle rolled outside. She followed the trail of the other woman’s musk. It was not hard for Belle to know which direction the other woman had gone, but it was difficult for her to catch up. Despite how ponderous the other woman was, Belle was just as low moving. It was a race between two turtles that had been swimming in a lake next to a landfill. Belle’s butterball body shook as she moved, sweat sprinkling onto the pavement. When she finally caught the other woman, Belle looked like she had been trapped in a pool for a week. 

“Can. . .wanna. . .” Belle wheezed, putting her hand on a nearby car. The blonde was about to get in the back of a large and expensive looking SUV. She stopped as Belle started to make her request. The suspension of the vehicle was tested as the big woman leaned on it. “. . .talk. . .get. . .food?” Belle asked, too tired to even question what she was saying. “I. . .mmmaaah. . .need to learn. . .video games.” She said, slumping into the parked car opposite the SUV. Her butt pressed against the windows, shaking the car. The outline of her skin was made with sweat and fog upon the other car, an unwanted gift for the owner. “My. . .BBBLOORRRUUP. . .mom will. . .buy!” Belle finished with a promise, hoping that her mother’s willingness to indulge wouldn’t run dry with two girls. 

“Uuuuuhhhm. . .” The other woman, seemingly about the same age as Belle, hummed as she thought. For as fat as she was, the other woman had a surprisingly angular face. Whilst still chubby, it was not nearly as puffy as it should have been for a woman of her size. There were hints of Asiatic descent in her face, though she had blonde hair. The large slob stepped down from the SUV, letting the shocks scream back into place. She was taller and far fatter than Belle, seemingly near 6 feet tall and near 400 pounds. In height, Belle was dwarfed by the other woman. Her 5 feet and 4 inches did little to measure up. However, things were more even when measuring girth to girth. Belle was proportionally close to the other woman, though she probably weighed less. The blonde put a finger to her lips and held her elbow with her other hand, the model of an airhead. Though a simple question, she considered it well. Her extended thought made her simple answer even funnier. “Sure! Just let me tell my mama.” The blonde leaned back in the car, as if the other occupant could not hear. “Mom! Going to lunch with this new girl!” 

--- Lunch with Shirlene ---

“Ooooomppggh. . .Isscch. . .like SSSOOOO funny. . .BLOOORRRUP. . .you want to. . .mmgsacaalf. . .get into. . .video gamesccch.” The blonde said, biting into the ripest hamburger that Belle had ever seen. She spoke through a raucous series of belches and lip smacks, not particularly concerned about what kind of first impression she was making on Belle or her mother. But that was her way, she was free with herself and her body. The woman, Shirlene Noi, had given the instructions out to Belle and Stephanie. She had led them from memory to the hole in the wall establishment. It was not much to look at, but the food could not be beaten. It was the kind of grotesque American bar food that made its way onto challenge videos and top ten lists. Burgers bigger than peoples’ heads, fries loaded with cheese and chili, and sodas that were served in buckets. It was hard to believe that such a place was hiding in the rich, upscale part of town Belle lived on. Yet it existed, and it was heaven to Belle. 

“Mom. . .RRRRUUUUUURRRRP. . .suggested it.” Belle said, still a little star struck by Shirlene. She had never seen a woman so free and slobby. Given the uniqueness of her situation, Belle had thought herself as one of a kind. Until stepping into the game store, it had seemed impossible that another woman could be as messy as she was. Shirlene was more disgusting by half. It did not seem like her dress was going to last the meal. Shaking her luxurious but unwashed hair out of the way, Shirlene took another huge bite of the burger. Ketchup and mustard dropped in gigantic puddles upon it. Shirlene’s eating habits could have made for a roadside attraction, though the front row would have to be given ponchos. Another bite doused her breasts in splotches of red and yellow, with droplets of grease for variety. Belle watched in awe, wondering how a woman could care so little about her appearance. Though her attention was stolen, Belle’s bites on her own food became bigger and sloppier. 

“Belle is on a bit of a program this summer.” Stephanie chimed in happily. She looked Shirlene up and down, seeing a role model for her daughter. Shirlene was everything that Stephanie dreamed of for Belle. “We’re trying to get her to enjoy her free time more.” Stephanie said, politely folding her hands and putting them in her lap. She smiled, watching the two younger women nosh their way through the stacks and piles of unhealthy culinary abominations. 

“Oooooh. . .like. . .BOOORRRUP. . .video games are the. . .besccht for that.” Shirlene said, taking a moment to wipe her face off with her dress. Her large breasts sloshed out, exposing fat and puffy nipples. She smeared the food around her face, the thin fabric absorbing almost nothing. Shirlene faded into thought, leaning to the side of the table. BBBRRRRRRMMMFFFRRT! The noxious fart burst out of her and shook the table. Belle smiled and clapped her hands while her mother smiled politely as if nothing had happened. Stephanie had not expected something so foul, her mind trying to decide if the behavior was something for Belle to indulge in or not. “I. . .MMMGGHP. . .liiike. . .mmggghp. . .LOVE Maid Knight.” Shirlene was brought back to reality by her gaseous explosion. Her body odor was away by the burst of new stink. The other tables around the trio coughed and waved their hands, glaring over at Shirlene. The blonde only continued to ramble about her precious series. She even dropped her burger in order to complete her sentences. “Uuuhm. . .it’s about this maid who becomes a knight. It’s so moe and cute! The girls are the best part.” Shirlene’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Belle. “You even get to pick a romance. There are some banned scenes in America.” She smiled proudly as she finished her report. 

“Woah, sounds fun.” Belle was quiet as she spoke, feeling a tremor run through her body. Having spent her life working and slaving away at her career prospects, the young woman had never spent much time with the romantic arts. It was hard for her to even tell that she was feeling the telltale signs of attraction. She only knew that she wanted to spend more time with Shirlene, to find ways to impress her. “BBBBLOOORRRRRUUUP!” Belle leaned back, letting the belch fly. She tugged up her shorts, trying to show off her own gut and how impressively stuffed it was. Whilst she did not have the sort of persistent stink and flatulence that Shirlene had, Belle was not exactly a lightweight when it came to personal degradation. She hefted her burger onto her stomach and ate from there, trying to shove it past her breasts. The burger made its way slowly up Belle’s stomach, moving like a whale beaching itself. She bit into it, sending lava flows of ketchup between her chubby fingers. Belle blushed, hoping that Shirlene noticed her behavior. However, someone else had certainly noticed. 

“Shirlene, would you have a little time to come over in the next week or two?” Stephanie asked, giving in to Belle. She saw the curiosity and bashful interest written on her daughter’s face. Strange as it was, Stephanie decided to encourage the blossoming relationship. “Belle doesn’t know much about video games, and I’m pretty helpless myself.” 

The tall, busty, obese woman leaned again in thought. She curled her oily, thick hair as she thought. Just as before, the decision was made quickly. Her eyes lit up and she started to bring herself out of her thinking posture. Just as before, her butt announced the end of her deliberation. FFFRRRRRPPPTTTTT! The upholstery on the chair wilted as super heated gas burst out in a putrid and oily cloud. “That sounds fun!” Shirlene put a hand up, her sagging bicep wobbling and dripping sweat. “Happy to. . .BBBOOOOUUUURRRUP. . .teach a newbie!” 

--- Games and Smooches ---

For the first time in a while Belle was not relaxed. She sat on the edge of the couch with her arms tucked into her stomach. Her hands flew at the controllers she was holding. She short but fat body jiggled wildly as she flicked at the joysticks and hammered the buttons. Sweat ran down her race and out of her rolls. Her outfit was drenched in sweat, as if the room was 10 or 20 degrees hotter than it should be. What might have been a cute lazy day outfit was turned into  a uniform of sloth and bodily pollution. The comfy pajama pants she wore, decorated with little cartoon figures, were wedged under her gut and sucked into her ass. Meanwhile, her stomach held her shirt down and tucked any extra under the fat boulder. Belle licked her lips, tasting the candy and chocolate covered donuts she had stuffed into it minutes ago. She had been at the game for days, not even bothering to shower. A hellacious stink came off of her, fueled by the passion of the intense gaming session. Belle did not remove her eyes from the TV until her character died, overcome by the amount of enemies around her. Belle yelled, throwing the controller down.

“Aaaaaah! So stupid!” She huffed, flopping back into the couch. Her body sagged over a good half of the free space. Belle had continued her reckless weight gain and slobbification well past the summer months. Thoughts of jobs and applications had been utterly replaced with thoughts about food and other material delights. She lived to fill herself with food and whatever else she deemed fun. Her body reflected this change, fully completing it’s change into a blob of fat in the shape of a woman. Pushing past 400 pounds, Belle dominated the couch. Her sweaty, smelly, unwashed poundage sagged across half of the available space. She seemed to grow in size as she leaned back, petulantly tossing the controller aside. Belle’s throw was pathetic, her muscles had long atrophied from disuse. She was in the habit of having things given to her, doing little more than raise her voice into the hint of a suggestion. However, her throw was more than able to get the controller into Shririne’s hands.

“Woooooow! Belle, like, you really are bad at games.” Shirlene teased, giggling after she spoke. Shirlene took up the remaining portion of space on the couch. The combined weight of the two pigs made the couch sag. Careful reinforcement did little in the face of 800 pounds of corrupted fat. The bottom of the frame touched the ground, weighted down by the accumulation of grease and sweat just as much as fat. “And here I’ve TTTOOOOTAAALY been the best teacher!” Shrine continued to tease, leaning her own sweaty fat onto Belle. Her large breasts and the upper fold of her gut oozed onto her friend and gaming partner. While the taller woman was not quite as proportionally hippy as Belle, her breasts more than made up for that. Soon, breasts bigger than a person’s head were laying siege to Belle’s double chin. A river of sweat flowed between the two mammaries and Belle was treated to just how little the blonde showered. Their unique stenches met and mingled in the air, forming a miasma that permeated everything within the house. “You just. . .BUURRRRUUP. . .aren’t a good learner.” Shirlene stuck her tongue out. 

“BBBBOOOOOORRRRRRRUUUP. . .not true.” Belle belched back, filling Shirlene’s face with gas from her stomach. Belle’s body vibrated with the expulsion of her gas. Her fat shook and flopped against Shirlene’s. While the two were still fairly even in weight, Belle seemed to be pulling ahead. Whatever she lacked in gaming skill, she more than made up for with her ability to eat. “I UUURRRRRUUUUP. . .have gotten better.” Belle glowered after her belch, sinking her face into Shirlene’s pillowy cleavage. She was immune to the other woman’s smells and sweat, taking comfort in them in a way that she rarely took in anything other than food. She even enjoyed Shirlene’s less wholesome moments of release. 

BRRRRRRMMMMFFFRRT! Shirlene let a fart loose, wanting to prove that she still had plenty of skills that Belle lacked. However loose the shorter woman became with her body, she had yet to cross the rubicon into flatulence. There was still a shred of the perfectionist clinging to dear life within Belle, even if it grew fainter and more tired by the week. BBBBRRRRRRMMMMPT! Shirlene’s butt rumbled with the heated gas exiting. Both women and the couch shook, first with the fart and then with laughter. Even if Belle could not partake of the forbidden fruit, she could still find enjoyment in Shrine’s flaunting. The blonde was a strange mix. A ditzy geek with no compunction about sharing every bit of her body with the world around her. Belle could safely say she had never met anyone like her before. 

“I’m trying though. . .” Belle leaned further into her friend’s cleavage, submerging herself in the mass of fat and grease. She knew exactly what the woman had eaten that day, with much of it smeared on her breasts. Belle was sorely tempted, by more than just her stomach, to stick her tongue out and lap at the food stains. It seemed a shame that so much food should go to waste. “I will. . .HOOOORRRRUUP. . .get good.” Belle sighed, her frustrations escaping as a single puff of air. 

Shirlene giggled, knowing that Belle did not understand what she had just said. She found the shorter, fatter woman adorable. She was a treasure of self-discovery, a young woman on the road to truly becoming her own person. Though she was stilted and odd, Shirlene could see the potential within. There was plenty of it poking out of Belle’s shirt and onto her lap. “You are trying so hard.” The blonde leaned in, putting her nose to Belle’s. She bathed the other woman in her watermelon breasts, deep stench, and unsightly perspiration. “You. . .like. . .aaaalways do what you set your mind to.” Shirlene smiled, her hair trickling down onto Belle. Though Shirlene almost never bathed, her hair was always in perfect condition; unlike Belle’s which had long gone limp and soggy from built up grime. “Just a few more. . .BBBOORRUUP. . .levels until the. . . romance scene.” Shirlene winked, hoping to give Belle a little extra motivation. It was dubious if that encouragement was for the game or something else. 

“Uhm. . .can you. . .maybe. . .” Belle blinked, stirred out of her usual spoiled ambivalence by her friend’ suggestive tone. She felt her heartbeat quicken, harder and faster to the point she was sure it was making her fat shake. She looked up into Shirlene’s face. The blonde Thai woman was a nasty lioness, as proud and beautiful as she was disgusting. Belle’s usual confidence melted in the face of the other woman. This was something she had not been prepared for. “Nevermind.” Belle turtled up and tried to go back to the game. She slowly turned her body, shifting it under the weight and sloppiness of Shirlene’s fat. The silver haired woman’s own acreage of fat shifted slowly, already an ungainly thing to manage. She felt their streams of sweat and grease mingle. Belle’s chubby feet kicked at the accumulated piles of trash around the couch as she tried to shift away from personal interaction. Wrappers from gas station snacks and barely used fast food napkins scattered like fallen leaves. “I’m gonna beat this level.” Belle said, flatly. 

Shirlene, unlike Belle, knew plenty about romance. She saw the traces of blush spreading across the tops of Belle’s cheeks. Shirlene pressed closer, making sure that her swampy breasts filled any available space around Belle’s own chest and mouth. She wanted to coat her shorter friend and gaming partner with her body. Belle needed a taste of what shared femininity was like, what the feeling of another woman’s skin upon her own felt like. “Oooooh, you are?” Shirlene talked mostly as an excuse. She heightened her natural coquettish, bimbo nature and pretended her movements were totally normal. “Whaaat’s your. . .urrruuup. . .strategy.” She belched lightly, knowing the pathway to Belle’s heart was different than anyone else she had ever seduced. Belle bristled, lost in her own inability to speak. Shirlene pressed forward, unperturbed. She wasn’t going to crack Belle’s ice wall just yet, but she could at least chip away at it. Shirlene planted a sweet, soft kiss on Belle’s chubby cheek. “For good luck!” She chirped. 

Frrrrrrpt! The little fart burst from Belle, who was so shocked that she lost control of her body for a moment. She jumped in her seat, throwing both of their fat up in a single bounce. She landed with the sound of her and Shirlene’s f clapping back into place. Rediscovering embarrassment, Belle sulked back on the couch. The smell of her own gaseous expulsion bubbled up around her. Her blush deepend and she thought about rolling back into bed. 

“Oooooo Smelly Belle-y.” Shirlene laughed before letting her own brand of putrid flatulence loose. BBRRRRRMMMFFRRRT! The couch shook underneath the two as Shirlene tried to comfort Belle in her own disgusting way. She leaned forward, again pressing all of her fat onto Belle. FFFFFRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPTTTH! All other smells vanished in the face of Shirlene’s releases. “I think I might be better at this still.” She smiled, putting one last peck on Belle’s cheek. Shirlene relaxed back into her spot on the couch, letting her flab fall back into the cushions. 

Belle picked up the controller, trying to get her mind back on the game. However, the feeling of the kiss and the subsequent fart were distracting. She rather liked the feeling of both and was thinking of how to encourage more of both. She tapped the buttons, starting the level once more. Belle did not do anything better, instead performing even worse. However, a shy and growing smile had found its way onto her lips. 

--- Further Fun ---

“Ooooooohhhh. . .that was. . .HOOOOOUURRRUUP. . .too much.” Belle moaned, laying on the floor in front of the basement couch. The girls had been relegated down there, with Stephanie finally reaching her fill of having them pollute the main area of the house. Instead, she had coaxed the two fatties into the basement. It was their kingdom to ruin and degrade. With piles of trash, dvd cases, video games, and other sundry nerd items, they had done a remarkable job of colonizing the space. It was between these mounds that Belle rested, grabbing and rubbing her stomach. Each movement was matched with several crinkles going up from a chorus of wrappers. The big woman rolled back and forth, trying to remove the painfully stuffed feeling within her stomach. “Soooo mussccch. . .food.” Belle whined, wishing that she had chosen a different option for her reward. A new video game or movie might have been better than a pizza party. While she was now a creature of sloth and torpor, Belle always rushed through her food. That much was evident by the size of her body. 

With her life consumed by NEET-dom, Belle had swelled in size. She had pushed well past 400, going as far as 437 pounds. Fat, plush and sweaty, was a symbol of how carefree she was. Belle had outmatched Shirlene in weight, who was sitting on the couch and slurping the last piece of pizza. Finally, Belle stood alone as the fattest woman in the surrounding area. Her belly rose as a single, unbroken hump of fat. Lying on her stomach, Belle had transformed her gut into something resembling a volcano. Potent and putrid gasses swirled within and streams of heated grease and liquid rolled down from her red-capped belly button. However, time and digestion would soften her gut into soft sludge once more. However, for the moment, Belle’s paunch was swollen enough that it could bully her breasts. Belle now possessed breasts that would make a fair few women jealous, though they were still her proportionally smallest asset. They were not the fleet swallowing, Moby Dick sized whales that Shirlene hefted, but they had enough mass to attract attention. Belle’s true asset, however, continued to be her voluminous rear end. It spread underneath her like a second couch, two heavy beanbags in contention with gravity and each other at all times. Each single cheek was bigger than her stuffed stomach, dimpled and sagging from the sheer mass. From this, little pockets of rancid flatulence would burst from time to time. Given how stuffed Belle was it would not take long, Shirlene could feel it. 

“Belle-y got greedy. . .MMMGGHP. . .again!” Shirlene giggled, slurping the cheese off of her pizza. The sheet of soggy cheese and sauce slapped against her chin, spraying moisture about her face and clothes. Shirlene lay with one hammy leg across the width of the couch and the other planted on the floor for stability. Shirlene’s calf was like an uncooked slab of beef on a rotating skewer, marinated in her own smelly juices. The couch groaned as Shirlene switched from finishing her food and checking on the stuffed woman moaning at her feet. She nudged Belle, poking a toe into the wall of gut fat. “Try burping. . .HOOOORRRRUUUUP. . .gotta free. . .mmmgghp. . .schpace!” She belched again, trying to be a good role model for Belle. Belle might have now been the fatter woman, but Shirlene knew how to handle her slob better. Her short friend was wild and out of control, though in a fun way. Belle had not only been let off the metaphorical lease but encouraged to run as fast and hard as possible in a short amount of time.  It was no wonder that she had moments like this. “Beeeeeelleeeee. . .do iiiiit!” Shirlene said, again pushing her toe into Belle’s gut. 

There was a noticeable pause, with Belle being childishly stubborn. Finally, under the pressure of Shirlene’s pudgy foot, she opened her mouth to relieve pressure. “BBBBBUUUURRRRRUUUP!” She let loose, her belch traveling upwards and outwards. Her stomach jiggled intensely, moving like a lake under strong winds. “Still. . .mmmmooooOOORRRRUUUP. . .hurts. . .” She mewled like a cat that had just gotten home from the vet. Her hair lay in all directions under her, sweaty and silvery tendrils. More sweat ran down her hair, coming from her face. The taxing pressure of the stuffing had sent her body into a panic. To cope with the stress the dams behind her pores had opened up and issued out foul perspiration. What did not go onto her hair dribbled down her face. Belle licked at the droplets, taking in any bit of sustenance that she could. Her mind wandered in circles, hardly able to take in information other than being stuffed. “Thiisss. . .HHOOOOOOO. . .sucks.” She whined, putting her hands to her gut. Her elbows rested on piles of trash stacked nearly up to a person’s calf. 

“You aaarrreee suuuuuch a baby.” Shirlene’s voice was as wavy as a blade of grass in the wind. She rolled her eyes and hefted herself off the couch. Rocking back and forth she tried to work up the latent energy required to break gravity’s hold on her. The couch bent under the weight of Shirlene’s heavy, sweaty ass. Sweat slipped further between her round and jiggly cheeks, further dampening the wedgie that had formed from her pants. The hardest part was getting her breasts’ weight to work in her favor. It took two or three tries, but she started to enlist the help of her sweaty zeppelins. Shirlene’s breasts slapped at her chin, though never breaking contact with her gut. The huge, hefty orbs squelched and oozed with food scraps. She gave a final push, issuing something between an orgasmic sigh and moan, and lept up from her seat. She never truly got her feet under her. Instead, Shirlene made an uncoordinated roll onto the ground. She landed in the piles of food trash, with them fluttering up around her like butterflies leaving a field. Most of her body pressed into Belle’s, again mingling their smells and fluids. “But I. . .whew. . .can help.” She offered, big eyes trained on Belle.

Belle did not say anything. Caught between her fear of intimacy and enduring stomach pain, she chose to hang onto the latter rather than resolve the former. Her lips pursed and she avoided looking at Shirlene. That, of course, did not stop the forward woman. Shirlene had Belle where she wanted her. Whilst she could try to ignore her, Belle could not run away at least. Shirlene reached out a hand, putting her plump digits onto Belle’s gut. She stroked, working her suet-sack biceps past her breasts. Belle tightened, unsure how to handle the intimate touch. She could not deny that it felt good, great even. Her mouth began to slack, opening to express a feeling that seemed impossible with words. “BOOOORRRRRRUUUP!” Belle was saved from expressing her feelings by the escape of gas. That, however, only encouraged Shirlene more. 

“Gooooood!” The blonde, Thai bimbo cooed. She pressed a little more firmly on Belle’s stomach and scooted closer. Belle tried to roll away, but was stopped by her fullness. “You can get. . .OOORRRUUP. . .rid of me after. . .BBBBLLLUURRUUP. . .this lesson.” Shirlene continued, continuing to instruct. Her painted and polished fingernails drew circles around Belle’s belly. Every once and a while she would poke or prod, trying to stir up more gas. “You knooooow, there’s more than one way to. . .heee. . .free up space.” Shirlene threw a meaty leg over Belle and the two became one singular mass of dirty fat. “Get a little, uuuuhm, adventorous with me, Belle.” BRRRRRRMMMFFFRRT! Leading by example, Shirlene farted. The gas rumbled out of her butt, scattering napkins behind her. As always with her titanic releases, she shook both her own fat and Belle’s. The world was drowned in her smell, fit to make hair stand on end. Used to her own disgusting nature, Shirlene continued massaging and poking the silver haired woman. Belle was distracted by the fart and close contact, not noticing the tempest being stirred within her own body. All the same, it was built with compounding ferocity. Belle would soon find herself unable to ignore the roiling gas. Shirlene was all too good at stirring up storms of emotion and gas within Belle. She poked again at the same time nuzzling her face into Belle. 

“BOOOOOOORRRRRUUUUP. There. . .feeling. . .better.” Belle said, her speech abridged for more than just a stuffed stomach. 

“Nuh-uh, not good enough.” Shirlene was insistent. “Come. . .” BBBBRRRRRRRMMMMMPPTT! She farted again mid sentence, using the force as an excuse to push herself closer. Her body moved like a single tidal wave, beaching itself upon Belle. Shirine smiled as she realized the difference in weight between the two of them. There was a greatness within Belle that desired to come out. First uncovered by Belle’s mother, Shirlene knew it was incumbent upon her to take things even further. She would be the one to let Belle reach her slobbiest point. However, until such a time that Belle could pilot her own ship, Shirlene had to nudge things in the right direction. “. . .just a little one.” Shirlene let a small fart out and kissed Belle, giving no indication on what the other woman should follow up on. All Belle knew for certain was that she was trapped, weighed down by both her own body and Shirlene’s. She would have to play the blonde’s game if she wanted any peace. 

Belle gripped her stomach with one hand, the other flattened out by Shirlene’s. Her body went rigid, nervousness twisting her heart and intestines. Belle couldn’t speak, instead staring up at the ceiling. She listened to Shirlene’s dreamy lilt. “Juuust relax with me!” The formerly fatter woman said. “Belle-y, you are too soft to be this uptight.” Shirlene said, giggling at her own joke. A plump finger stroked Belle’s second chin, knowing exactly which creases and crevices to explore. An elated, nervous shiver ran through Belle and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin. The tightness across her body grew greater, her stomach threatening to pop from built up pressure. “You’ve done it before, I know you have. You’re so messy in every other way.” Shirlene worked her words into Belle’s ear like a snake. “No more hiding. Be gassy and gross with me.” Belle gasped as Shirlene leaned in and licked her ear, sucking away sweat and grime. FFFRRRRRRRPPPPPTTT! Gas that did not come from Shirlene poured into the room, spreading from a new epicenter. 

BBBBBRRRRRMMMMPPPPPPPTTT! As if echoing from the deep places under the world, flatulence echoed out of Belle. She bit her lip, trying to downplay the awkwardness of it. Her gigantic ass rumbled out, unstoppable in both the force of the release and the amount of undulations. Belle’s face reddened as she felt the gas rushing out of her stomach. She hated to admit how good it felt. Toxic stink filled the basement, overpowering everything that had come before. The smell of fast food, body odor, and even Shirlene’s own horrendous flatulence could not stand up to what Belle unleashed. FFFFRRRRMMMMMPPPT! The short, rotund woman moaned as she let go. Her stomach rumbled, the sagging curve of her gut flopping with every forceful clap of her ass. Then, as suddenly as it started, there was silence. Then the excited squeals and kisses from Shirlene came. In the haze of the atomic fallout she had dispensed, Belle found herself smiling.