Cheeky IV

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.

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Carrie couldn’t leave the house. She was just too embarrassed. At that point she didn’t even want Veronica to see her. Carrie resorted to slipping in and out of her bedroom only when she was absolutely certain that Veronica was not around. She would go straight for the kitchen, waddling as fast as her legs could carry her. She couldn’t believe how heavy she was; how heavy her butt had become.

She didn’t know if the panic was making the her hungry, but Carrie found herself stuffing down crackers, cookies, chicken nuggets, hot dogs, cheese sandwiches, and whatever other easy meals she came across in her section of the fridge. She even stole a few handfuls of tortilla chips Veronica had stashed away in a cupboard. The hunger was overpowering but Carrie knew she had to stop. She could feel the pressure of every bite as it filled her backside more. She locked herself in her bedroom, determined not to take anymore snack breaks as she stared down into textbook and told herself that she was going to study.

It didn’t prove an adequate distraction. Her mind kept drifting to food and her stomach grumbled continually. Just when Carrie finally got started on her English paper, she heard a knock on the door.

Carrie froze. She wasn’t expecting anyone and she honestly was in no state for company. Veronica wasn’t home but that didn’t mean Carrie was going out there. She waited in silence and even started to breathe a sigh of relief when she thought the visitor had gone but then the knocking started up again.

Kind of obnoxious to knock when there was a bell. It made Carrie feel like it was important. She looked down at herself. Her butt was all but sticking out beneath the hem of the spandex skirt she still had on. Yet the skirt had been the only thing in the apartment she could cram her ass into. Carrie hauled herself up from the bed, her backside wobbling as she made her way to the closet. She found her most oversized sweatshirt, perfect for days when she was just feeling like yuck. She considered it for a moment, then wrapped it about her waist so that it hung behind her back. But it barely covered her posterior. Nothing could.

Someone was still knocking on the apartment door, now with a sense of urgency. Carrie swallowed. She brought her hands behind her to rest on her ass which felt warm and weirdly pressurized. The mounds were growing and growing. They looked like fat bobbing melons, her fingers sinking two inches deep into the plump fullness.

The knocking had become a pounding. Carrie took a deep breath and waddled her way out of her bedroom. She got to the front door and swung it open before staring in surprise at who stood there. “What do you want?”

Sid let himself in. The audacious nerd. “Just thought I’d stop by. See how you were doing.”

“Fine,” Carrie deadpanned. “Get out.”

He didn’t.

It was only then that she noticed Sid was carrying a couple of large paper bags. Well, more than a couple.

“Tut, tut. That’s no way to treat a guest,” Sid chastised. “And to think I brought you a snack.”

“Snack?” said Carrie, her stomach already grumbling. Her appetite seemed to have taken over all logical thought.

Sid just smirked. “Where can I put these down?”

Carrie licked her lips and nodded towards the kitchen. Sid casually strolled over, Carrie following like a shadow.

“Have a seat,” said Sid.

Carrie didn’t consider how rude and forward it was for someone to be inviting her to sit down in her own apartment. She just plopped down in one of the kitchen chairs, her butt slapping against the polished wood.

Sid started unloading large containers from the bags one by one. They all smelled delicious. Carrie couldn’t even wait to see what they were. She found herself tearing the lids off and consuming whatever laid within.

“Appropriate that you started with brunch,” voiced Sid. “I was hoping you liked pancakes.”

They were double chocolate chip pancakes loaded with butter, syrup, honey, and whipped cream as well as a topping of chocolate chips with sliced bananas. Carrie gobbled it down with the thick slices bacon on the side. It was all so delicious. She soon found herself tearing the lid off the next container.

“Pace yourself,” Sid advised though he sounded entirely amused. Carrie gobbled her way through a mountain of fried chicken. This time she did pause as her stomach gurgled. A large fart tore out of her ass-crack as the surrounding fatty flesh trembled. Her face flushed and she released a small belch but quickly went back to eating. She couldn’t stop.

Her skirt was shrinking against her, her backside out in the open, though she could hardly care. She felt herself being physically elevated by the growing mass of her butt. She felt as though she was balancing on a platform, bouncing somewhat against her own plump body.

She ate all day, Sid never seeming to run out of meals for her. And her ass grew with every bite. She belched, farted, ate and ate.

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