Kompera

Reps

Added 2020-10-01 02:25:33 +0000 UTC

Note: This is a story-prompt for Iluvfoodbabies.

Amanda completed her final squats rep. She heaved the weights back onto the rack before taking a moment to catch her breath.

Amanda was a power-lifter. A fitness fanatic. She was 120 pounds of lean muscle, and extremely proud of her athletic body. It had taken a lot of work to get where she was, and she had developed a true passion for physical fitness. It was cathartic in many ways as well.

“You have to try this new supplement,” one of her workout buddies, Lara, was saying as the two headed for the locker room. “This stuff works miracles. I have so much more energy, and I’m doing double my usual reps. Give it a try.” Lara held out a bottle, shaking it slightly to indicate the pill contents. “Complete herbal.”

Amanda was intrigued. She took two of the pills with a gulp of her protein shake, complete unaware that she was consuming an extremely concentrated dose of a fertility drug that would render all of her methods of contraceptive useless. It only took a hasty hookup after a club outing several days later for Amanda to end up pregnant. Not that she knew.

Amanda was hungry.

It was completely atypical for her. Usually she had a small appetite and consumed modest portions of healthy foods.

Lately she was eating several bagels for breakfast, cheesy pasta for lunch, heaping portions of fast food for dinner, and the snacking never ended. She was always stuffing something in her face, something easy to have on hand, like chips or candy bars.

Following her latest binge, Amanda belched and groaned. Her belly shuddered forward. She stared down at it, stunned by the growing curve.

The next day when Amanda was back at the gym, she felt slow and sluggish. She got on the scale, and was astonished to find that she was up to 135 pounds. And yet she couldn’t stop eating. She tried her best to resist another binge on the way home, but instead found herself stopping at the local pizza restaurant picking up several extra-cheese pies. She brought them home and demolished them.

A few weeks later, Amanda went over to Lara’s place. By then, Amanda's belly was a large, bulging curve, and she was up to 165 pounds. Worse, she had recently discovered that she was pregnant—with multiples. Though Amanda wasn’t far along, she already looked close to giving birth—her explosive appetite hadn’t helped. By the time Lara opened the door, Amanda had worked herself up into a furious state. “What the hell was in that drug?” Amanda demanded.

Something sharply distracted Amanda from her enraged state. Lara stood innocently in the threshold, the aroma of food wafting over from behind her. God, it smelled heavenly.

“Want to come in?” said Lara smugly.

Amanda’s feet began to move before she even registered it. She waddled her way to Lara’s dining room to find the table completely laden with food. Amanda’s hand unconsciously cradled her huge gut. On top of the belly growth, her backside had gotten rounder and was now bulging out behind her, and her small breasts had surged to round, bobbing D-cups, and seemed to be getting larger every day. “I can’t…” said Amanda weakly, even as she gazed desperately at the food, her heart racing.

Amanda gasped as she was suddenly pushed back into a chair.

“You know you want to,” said Lara, already pressing something to Amanda’s lips. Amanda’s eyes were wide. She struggled to resist, but her willpower seemed nonexistent at that moment. Instead she found herself allowing raw chocolate chip cookie dough to be shoved into her mouth, a huge mound of it. It filled her cheeks, and she had no choice but to gulp. She wanted to gulp. It slid heavily into her throat as more was pushed into her mouth. Amanda’s eyes fluttered and her stomach filled with tension.

What followed the cookie dough were dense bread rolls, blocks of cheese, greasy burgers, gooey lasagna, thick slices of cheese cake, and yet more. Amanda could feel each bite hitting her stomach heavily. She feebly grasped at her belly as she felt it shift forward, straining her shirt as the material gave way to it and slid upwards. Then it grew some more, pulsing, advancing, her belly proceeding forward as her body strained and sweated. By the time Lara had stopped stuffing her, Amanda felt massive.

When Amanda got on the scale the following day, she was up to 180 pounds. She was flushed and breathless, and her body felt absolutely huge. She looked overdue with triplets by then even though she was barely even halfway through her condition. The scale creaked ominously. Amanda carefully waddled off it. Her nipples ached, her breasts fat, tingling E-cups. Yet even at that moment, all she could think about were the dozen microwavable breakfast burritos waiting in her freezer. This situation was rapidly ballooning out of control.