Research II

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

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Ella just couldn’t stop eating. It was an unending compulsion. At all times, she desperately needed to be shoving food into her mouth and feeling it slide into her stomach.

Her belly was a tight, heavy, throbbing mass. It lurched and almost seemed to squirm, her skin changing shape at times. She knew she needed to see a doctor, but she was scared. And hungry. Jackie insisted that she looked perfectly fine while continuing to ply her with heaps of delicious food. She was the best dorm mate imaginable.

Ella began to attend classes erratically, as most of the time she just felt too weary to heave herself off the couch. She spent her days munching snacks and watching soap operas on Jackie’s eighty-inch flat screen television, occasionally getting on her laptop to email schoolwork in.

There was a constant niggle in the back of her mind that this whole thing just wasn’t right. But Ella just kept pushing it deeper into the recesses of her concerns. It felt good to relax, to eat, and stop caring for once in her life. She would worry about the rest later. Who cared about a little weight gain anyway?

There was a jingling of her ringtone, and Ella dug her cell phone out from the cleavage of the FF-cup breasts shelved on her belly. “Yes?” she said breathlessly as she held it to her ear. She idly licked her free hand clean of the jelly and ketchup caked on it.

“Ella,” said her mother’s voice. “I’m afraid I have bad news. Your father’s in the hospital.”

Ella felt numb as her mother explained her father’s injury. “I’ll be there soon,” Ella managed, once her mother had finished. “I’m leaving right now. Just t-text me the address, alright?”

The moment Ella hung up, she struggled her way off the couch, her belly trembling violently as she forced her body upright, by then feeling exhausted and unbalanced. Panting heavily, she grabbed her keys and purse before heading for the door. He belly was hot, tense, and throbbing. It seemed like a bolder against her. It was just so large.

“Eugh,” she groaned, when she plopped down into her car as gently as she could, which didn’t turn out being very gentle at all. The position of the low seat along with her huge belly forced her into a slumping position, which in turn shoved her huge breasts upwards so that they frequently pressed into her chin.

Her belly sat heavily on her lap, squishing and compressing the sore limbs. She did her best to spread her thighs, making space for it. Her mound was also pressed up against the steering wheel. She adjusted the seat as far back as it would go, but it just wasn’t enough. This isn’t working, she thought in frustration.

In the end, Ella ended up ordering a vehicle on a rideshare app. There would be a steep price, as her home town was an hour’s drive, but she didn’t care. She just needed to make sure her dad was doing alright. The vehicle arrived outside her dorm building in only five minutes, and she was relieved to see that it was an SUV. Soon enough, she was speeding off down the highway.

Her driver’s name was Bobby, according to the app. He was a thin young guy, and he continuously threw her anxious looks through the rear view mirror. “Are you okay, miss?” he asked nervously.

Ella ignored him, just releasing another quiet groan as she kneaded her mound with her hands. She was leaned back, arched slightly, so her belly pushed further away from her body, pressing against the back of the driver’s seat. She felt so tense, so tight. She hummed quietly as her mound gave another lurch, bobbing forcefully with the movements of the car.

She swore it felt as though something was alive in there. But she couldn’t possibly be pregnant. She had been abstinent since college started.

All the same, she felt full to the point of popping. Her thighs quavered and her nipples ached. She spent most of the ride with her eyes squeezed shut, just trying to endure the continuous pressure. She wished she had food to distract her, or Jackie with her, supportively telling her that she looked perfectly fine, even though Ella was dubious of the claim.

When they finally pulled up to the hospital, Bobby was kind enough to help her up, pulling as she pushed, until she was standing and nearly toppling, pulling poor Bobby down with her. Somehow they managed to get their footing.

Bobby straightened his clothes and gave an awkward smile, his eyes repetitively darting to the huge swell of her abdomen before he managed to tear his gaze away. “I hope you have a healthy delivery,” he said as he got back into the SUV.

Ella hardly had the time to process the remark. As he sped off, she caught sight of her mother, Ella’s belly positively bouncing in reaction. Breathless and choked, both from emotion and discomfort, Ella hurriedly wobbled over to her mother. “Is he okay?” she sobbed.

“Ella—what on earth!?” her mother said, staring in shock at the globe of Ella’s gut.

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