Her stomach woke her. Not because it was empty, or hungry – although it was. But because of its weight. She slowly woke up feeling it’s mass pushing her into her bed.
It had gotten so big, and it seemed like it happened so quickly. In reality it had been over two years that the fat had really piled on. Longer even if she thought back to when she was actually thin.
Growing up weight hadn’t really been an issue for her. She had stayed slim and trim throughout grade school and high school. Even college hadn’t been able to inflict any damage to her body. It wasn’t that she tried to stay thin, she just did. She had always acted in ways that she thought were expected of her, expected of everyone really. She knew you weren’t supposed to let yourself get fat, so you didn’t overeat. You ate a balanced diet, you avoided candy and sweets and soft drinks. You acted in moderation.
She didn’t know why she had acted this way. Her parents had never been overly strict with her. Maybe, looking back, they had never needed to be. She studied and did well in school. Sang in the church choir. Volunteered her time with various organizations and charities. Played for the school soccer and basketball teams. Looking back she was a perfect daughter. She had also been careful around boys. She had the girl next door looks, thick wavy blond hair, clean, clear skin that tanned to a golden brown, deep dark brown eyes and as she moved through high school, a body that developed slowly but well. But even with her “nice tits” and “hot ass” boys never got much farther than the odd make-out session with her. Why? Because that just wasn’t the “right” thing to do. She had the urges too she supposed, but they couldn’t compete with her self-imposed morality.
Of course avoiding anything too serious with boys had also given her plenty of time to get good grades, scholarships and a business degree. Even the sudden passing of both her parents before the start of her second year of schooling hadn’t slowed her resolve to live by this mantra. She had her choice of career paths after graduating at the top of her class. One year of temping at a head office had been enough though. It seemed like every male had offered her a chance to move-up in the company in return for an evening with her. Although she wanted to be successful this wasn’t how she wanted it to come about. She quietly resigned, did up her own business plan, found some investors and started her own business.
It wasn’t an original idea, but her business skills and willingness to put in long hours had allowed her to turn “Blooms For You” into the neighborhoods’ most successful flower and gift shop as well as one of the cities best online businesses. Plus she had no one controlling her other than her own strict guidelines. She truly loved her job and going to work each day was a joy. Other entrepreneurs who had similar drive to her surrounded her in this redeveloped and now trendy part of the city.
She let out a sigh as her feet touched the floor. Getting out of bed was her first challenge of the day. She sat on the edge of her bed and caught her breath. Her sleep shirt had ridden up as she had maneuvered herself into this position. She tried to pull it down, but seated like this, with her belly spreading forward on her thighs, there simply wasn’t enough material. Taking a deep breath she pushed off the bed with both hands, leaned forward, and stood. She took a moment to steady herself then headed for the kitchen – “Just for a coffee!” she thought to herself as she passed her mirror. Wearing only a spaghetti strap pajama top and panties (the matching pajama bottoms no longer fit) she paused at the mirror, again attempting to pull her top down over her substantial belly. “Oh Heather,” she said to herself when several inches of wobbly belly were left exposed, “You’re going to be too fat for these pajamas soon too.”
--- 36 Months Ago ---
As her customer base increased, she found she was putting in longer hours and felt it may be time to add to her staff. She had two part timers that helped in the store with customers and orders and had contracted out her website. She thought about it for a week before broaching the subject with Ally, the owner of the coffee shop next door. Ally, like Heather, had worked hard and created a successful business with not only a dedicated client base, but excellent word of mouth that kept a constant flow of traffic through her shop even during the off peak hours.
Ally was a couple of years older than Heather, and as such her business had been established longer and Ally had gone though many of the same obstacles as Heather, only sooner. This had made her Heather’s favorite sounding board, knowing she’d get good advice as well as an experienced ear.
“Find a gay guy,” she suggested over sandwiches and coffee.
“What does it matter,” she questioned. “Just because it’s a flower shop doesn’t mean any guy I hire would be gay.”
“It’s not because you’re hiring for a flower shop,” Ally clarified. “It’s because you’re too good looking.”
Heather blushed, “What?”
“Look, you’re cute, and any guy is going to find you attractive,” Ally continued between bites of sandwiches. “I’ve seen couples almost get divorced, or maybe cancel their wedding after being in your shop.”
“What?” Heather spat out, somewhat shocked.
“I’m sure the guy was dragged in there and then his wife or girlfriend caught him sizing you up,” Ally smirked. “As soon as they’re outside I usually catch the aftermath. Come on, Heather, surely you’ve noticed.”
Heather had suspected that a few of her male clients had maybe flirted with her a little. Nothing too overt, she had thought, and part of her was too modest to even accept that. Most of the time she tried to dismiss it as friendliness.
“What about you?” questioned Heather, “you have guys and girls working at your place.”
Ally finished chewing the bite she had just taken then smiled. “I took a different path,” she replied while leaning back. She patted her soft belly and smiled. “Working in the food service industry has slowly taken me off most guys radar.”
Heather looked at her friend. She wasn’t fat really, just a little soft around the middle. “Pleasantly plump” was the phrase that came to mind whenever she thought of Ally.
“You’re hardly fat,” Heather replied, wondering if she should have objected even more. She hoped Ally didn’t take her response as an affirmation that she was fat. People didn’t want to be called fat. Did they? But Ally didn’t seem to be offended.
“Fat enough,” Ally winked as she grabbed a love handle and gave it a shake for emphasis. “I used to try and stay thin – I was around your size ‘til a few years ago – but then I though, ‘what the fuck?’ I work hard and I make damn good food! I don’t have the time or the energy to fit in some stupid aerobics class.” She picked up one of the pastries she had supplied to go with the sandwiches and coffees and took a large bite. “I’m a fucking artist,” she mumbled through her full mouth.
Heather laughed. It was true that Ally’s baking and sandwiches were exceptional. A perfect blend of comfort style food and current culinary trends. It was no surprise her shop was so successful.
“Here,” Ally said after she finished her pastry. “Finish these for me or I’ll need new pants. She pushed the tray with the remaining sweets over to Heather.
“Oh, thanks, but really I’m fine,” Heather protested, “I had enough.”
“Jesus Christ, live a little,” Ally said as she pushed the tray closer again. “You need to learn to treat yourself more!”
Heather took the remaining snacks to go and headed back to work. She ended up offering them to one of her part timers, although she felt kind of guilty about that. At home that night she wondered why she didn’t just eat the treats her friend had given her. She loved everything that Ally made, it was all genuinely good – worth going off a diet for, and she wasn’t even on a diet. Next time she thought, I’ll accept Ally’s offer.
--- Present Day ---
With one hand absentmindedly rubbing her exposed belly as it poured out of her strained pajama top and the other hand popping peanut M&Ms in her mouth Heather waited for her coffee to finish. Although she had decided to have only coffee this morning she ended up opening the fridge before her coffee even finished.
“I really should get some fresh fruit or something,” She frowned as she looked for something reasonably healthy. She could feel the fat of her double chin as she lowered her gaze. Between the Styrofoam containers from Ally’s shop was a store bought cheesecake. She made a face, knowing she shouldn’t, but also knowing she would. Grabbing the box and a container of flavored creamer, she closed the fridge door pausing on her way to the table only to grab a mug for her coffee.
--- 34 Months Ago ---
It had been two weeks since Heather had finally broken down and hired Tommy. Although his orientation had never come up, she thought that she might have followed Ally’s suggestion whether she had meant to or not. Having Tommy there gave Heather more time to focus on some of the behind the scenes aspect of running a business. It also freed up some time during quieter hours to spend with Ally, either at her shop or, if the weather was nice, a nearby park.
Ally usually brought any leftovers from the lunch rush. A sub or two, and maybe a sweet treat to finish up with. The girls often talked shop, complained about customers, or bragged over a recent success. Heather had recently managed to land a contract supplying fresh flowers to a hotel on the other side of the city. “If I had a different location,” she thought out loud to Ally, “the logistics would be simpler. I don’t want to pass it up, but it’s going to be a bit of a pain in the ass.”
“You should open another location,” Ally said as she grabbed a butter tart from the bag she had brought, then pushed the remaining tarts to Heather, who immediately helped herself.
“I’ve considered it,” Heather replied through bites, “But I’ve paid off all my loans and creditors, I’m debt free. Part of me doesn’t want to get involved with that again, but I don’t think I could handle the start up costs on my own right now.” Heather helped herself to another tart. “I’m in good shape right now and finally enjoying things a little. Real estate on that side is high and I hate the thought of a mortgage or crazy rent.”
Ally smiled at Heathers comment, ‘In good shape right now.’ While she looked at the soft roll of Heather’s stomach pouching over her pants. She had definitely been “enjoying things a little”. Their relaxed lunches of subs and sweets and Heather’s changed attitude towards them had added a few pounds to her thin friend. Ally then absently rubbed her soft paunch. Heather’s gain was pretty small to the weight she had put on, “So far,” Ally thought to herself while Heather stuffed the last bite of tart in her mouth.
“I think there’s one more,” Ally said as her friend tried to sneak a peak in the bag, “help yourself.”
“Ooooh, I shouldn’t,” Heather giggled, “But they’re soooo good!” Heather then reached in a quickly grabbed for the last tart, surprised to find that there was in fact two left. “Oh goody,” she smiled, “there’s one for each of us.” Heather took a bite of one and handed the other towards Ally who still had one hand on her tubby belly.
“Do I look like I need another,” Ally smiled. “Please eat it, you’ll be doing me a favor, I’m fattening myself up just fine without you helping.”
“Are you sure?” Heather asked. “Really, Ally, your stuff is so good, you are the one that should be opening another location.
Both girls paused. “Partners?” Ally asked slowly – not just to Heather, but also to herself.
Heather was sitting up straighter, Ally could almost see the wheels turning in her head. “We could do smaller versions of our current stores –satellite stores – sharing one location…” Ally just sat back and listened. “There’s really nothing like your place nearby,” Heather said as she took a bite of the last butter tart. “Nothing like this,” she added. “I could probably come up with half for a location and with the hotel it would almost keep a location going until I could grow my base.” Heather paused only to finish the tart. “And with you beside me I should be able to grow quicker.”
Ally coughed, she hadn’t realized it but she had been staring at Heather’s chest as she talked. Through her red t-shirt, Ally could see that Heathers already substantial boobs looked to have grown a little, overflowing her bra. And in her excited state, talking so fast there was quite a bit of jiggling and it had really captivated Ally.
Seeing her friend cough, slowed Heather down. “Oh I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself,” Heather put a hand on Ally’s shoulder. “I just mean that with your sandwiches and baking, well, we could really expand.”
Ally just stared at her friend, still listening. “That sounds great,” she was finally able to squeak out, “but…”
Ally looked back into Heather’s eyes. She could see the excitement in them. “Look, you’re the business expert, I really just got lucky. Do you really think I can do it again?
Heather paused and thought before answering. “I’m getting ahead of myself, sorry I do that sometimes, find something and take it a little too far. But listen,” Heather looked back at Ally. “Give me a couple of weeks to look this through. I’ll be over on that side of the city quite a bit making sure this hotel deal starts off smoothly. If I think there’s an opportunity, I’ll bring it to you and you can decide if you want to proceed.”
“And if I say, ‘no’?” Ally asked quietly, “You won’t be disappointed?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Heather replied, jumping to her feet. “I’m hoping when I get everything together you’ll be willing to jump on board with me.”
Ally tried not to stare as heather’s soft breasts jiggled again. “I hope so too,” came out of her mouth.