A gassy coworker (extra 10)

The morning sun was warming the bedroom with its strong light and twinkling particles were roaming on top of the unmade bed. Close to the big, matrimonial bed was a blonde woman with curly hair putting on her underwear. Her big, round butt let the panties roll up with difficulty as these were being stretched just by trying to engulf the big booty of the woman, and she knew this perfectly because it had become an everyday thing to feel like her underwear was about to rip.
Lately, Laura hadn’t had the time to go out shopping and buy new clothes because she was waiting for her fiancé's birthday and was saving money so they could spend everything on a date she had been planning to invite him to. The plan was perfect. They would go to a good restaurant and eat something they like; they would play something at the arcade and have some fun; they would spend some romantic time together in a hotel just after having a nice filling dinner; they could even spend the money on some tour around someplace they’ve never been to. But there was one big, very big problem in the literal sense.
When trying to put on her new jeans, all she could do was to try to suck in her stomach and pray that it would fit her for the rest of the day, not ripping and opening a window on her ass for others to have a glance at her underwear. However, this time, sucking it in just wasn’t enough anymore. No matter how much she tried, her bloated thighs were just too fat to fit inside her favorite jeans, so she sighted and let them fall to the floor, revealing the marks on her skin that showed how much of a struggle she was having to endure putting on that mere piece of clothing.
Exhausted, she fell back on the bed and looked at the ceiling with her mouth open, waiting to regain energy. And when she looked back down, that was the moment of realization that she had been trying to avoid. Her fat tits were filling her bra to the max and her panties were sinking in her sides, her stomach could almost cover up her crotch if she leaned forward and her arms were flabbier than ever, as well as her immense thighs that her boyfriend loved to rest on. This was not the body of a young, healthy woman anymore. There, in the reflection of the mirror, all she could see was a fat cow that had let herself go so much that her stomach looked bloated even when it was empty.
She was lucky that Alan had gone out early to meet with his family, so she had the apartment for herself alone for about half a day. Her stomach rumbled and all she could do was rub her poor tummy with a discontent face. Giving up trying to put on clothes, she let her lazy side win and went to make breakfast in her underwear, which was unlike her. Normally, she would at least wear something on top, but this time her exhausted mind from all the work during the week was just too tired to even apply habits to the equation.
She prepared a nice and filling omelet with ham that was just a tad too big for a breakfast portion, which she accompanied with a refreshing bottle of orange juice. The only sounds that were heard inside that apartment were the sound of the TV playing a series that was usual in her daily activities, and her eating sounds. After finishing her omelet, all that was left was to wash it down with the juice, which she began chugging until the very last drop entered her mouth and, finally, after seconds of drinking, she could put the glass down and sigh tiredly.
The minutes passed and she kept watching her series until the episode ended, which she continued by turning off the TV. Her eyes were feeling heavy, so she decided that going to bed and resting for a couple more hours wouldn’t hurt. Unexpectedly, however, when getting up her upper belly felt as if it was inflated, and the quick movement just didn’t help with the amount of pressure that rested inside her. Rapidly placing her hand on her stomach, she stood for a second there and rubbed her belly. After what felt like an earthquake coming from her insides, her throat let go of a huge bubble of gas that she contained inside her mouth by covering it with a hand.
Now that she had succeeded in the containment of a loud belch that could wake up anyone in the vicinity were it to be shot without a silencer, she went straight to the bedroom. It felt strange for Laura to feel this dull during a weekend, but she supposed it was because Alan was not at home and because of the accumulated stress and insecurities that her “new shape” was setting roots in her psyche. Now, let's clarify that she was aware that Alan loved her more than anybody and that his fetish for “woman gas” was as unique and as intimate as their relationship could allow them. The problem lay that Laura had overindulged so many times that her body was now considered obese by many of her friends.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at herself in the mirror. Her almost naked body was round and contained fat in every corner, even under her chin. Her cheeks had become rounder, and her boobs had gained volume too. Nevertheless, her stomach was undoubtedly the most prominent part, and Laura being able to fill her hands with a huge chunk of it was more than enough proof. She grabbed and played with her now satisfied belly and watched it bounce and softly recoil when ungrabbed. It churned in protest and growled as it digested the food and liquid, and the feelings that these actions initiated within her were none other than very lewd ones.
For some reason, she had become addicted to her own softness, which had never happened before outside of her own love for her breasts, which were justifiably the softest part of her for most of her life. But now, having fattened to the point her belly was just more satisfying to grab than her own boobs, her newfound love for belly groping was off the charts. The mere playing with her own love handles turned something inside her on, and her own hands landed on her crotch out of their own will and without her noticing it.
Before she knew it, she was clenching her teeth and rubbing her private parts while sinking her fingers on her belly button in front of the mirror, looking at her messy, fat self with blurry eyes. From then on, her legs would start to twitch in unwanted ways, trapping her own hand between her thighs while her head would stretch backward. Her brain would numb out of pleasure, and she would stop being able to think of anything else than how sexy it was to be this big and round. This discovery of love towards her fatness and the feeling that her belly had when filled was something she wouldn’t want to trade for anything, ever.
But at the climax of all of this -when her body contorted in ways, she found embarrassing for someone else to see, and when her lower section would take control of the entirety of her ability to think- she would lie down on her back, with her clothes wet from the sweat and from her own liquids, and think “Alan” for the hundredth time. Because, even if this intimate moment was very fulfilling, she couldn’t help but feel like she wanted someone else to indulge in this kind of nasty and kinky behavior.
She wanted his hands to touch her, his fingers to rub her belly when she was stuffed beyond what was healthy. She wanted to feel attractive to him and to see him get excited just by looking at this nasty body of hers that she had achieved by overfeeding it. It wasn’t enough to just eat by herself and behave like a cow by herself. Laura wanted to share these moments with him, and she knew he wanted the same.
She was frustrated and hungry. Not only for sex but also for intimacy, food, cuddles, and everything that could be related to Alan and Laura having a romantic encounter where the two melted within each other's grip. She couldn’t help but want him back, so she was to make sure that when he was, he wouldn't escape her.