PATREON EXCLUSIVE: "The Book of Kelly's Belly" Chapter 2

Here is Chapter 2 of the patreon exclusive companion piece to "Model Made to Waddle", "the Book of Kelly's Belly". Patrons voted for a quicker pace to the story and to have Kelly get significantly chubby by the end of the summer. This chapter sets that up and next chapter the gain will really get going. But we'll have a few more polls first to see where this story goes.

Those will be up soon.

For now...

Enjoy!

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Kelly woke up with a tummy ache. Perhaps she had partied a bit too hard the night before.

Summers were always a time for late nights and parties for Kelly and her family. Even when she was on vacations with her family there were always activities late into the night, games on the boardwalk, late night beach strolls or swims by the pool, movie nights with ice cream, lots of ice cream. Kelly’s summer nights frequently ended in ice cream.

Last night was one of those nights. Although it was her first night pairing vanilla ice cream with Guiness beer to make an alcoholic float. She had had two of those, and prior to that had kept her ice cream to bowls and had enjoyed two cold Corona lights and snuck a shot of tequila that already had her spinning. The shot of tequila was quickly followed by a lot of Mexican food to help her from getting way too wasted way too quickly, and now in the morning she was definitely feeling all the pain from eating way too much sugar and drinking too much alcohol. 

She managed to pull herself out of bed and guzzle down enough water to make her stomach feel instantly bloated once again. And she quickly took two Tylenol and started in on a bottle of blue Gatorade. But what she really felt like she needed was some good hair of the dog. Of course, in the daytime there was no way she was going to be able to get away with sneaking alcohol around her parents, so that was out.

What she did have plenty of, however, was ice cream.

Her family always kept the freezer well stocked with ice cream. In fact, in the vacation house they rented they had a regular fridge and freezer which had ice cream, and then they had another separate freezer in the garage to store even more ice cream specifically for party nights. It also kept things like frozen steaks and chicken wings, but Kelly wasn’t going to be firing up the grill anytime soon. Instead, she simply grabbed herself a chocolate fudge pop suck on and tithed her over while she prepared the rest of her ice cream breakfast.

Kelly had her pick of ice cream flavors and couldn’t settle on just one, and soon what was going to be just one or two scoops turned into four, two scoops of vanilla, one of chocolate, and one of rocky road. There was moose tracks ice cream as well, but Kelly decided to save that for a bowl all to itself after lunch. She smothered her bowl of ice cream in syrup and whipped cream, sprinkled on some chopped almonds and was about to secret it upstairs when she realized how unhealthy she was being.

So she quickly sliced up two bananas and threw those in a bowl before carefully discarding the evidence and sneaking back upstairs to quietly eat her decadent ice cream sundae in her room.

And that sundae was as delicious as it promised. Just two spoonfuls in, and Kelly was already too wrapped up in the pleasure of her meal to worry about how her tummy was supposed to be feeling. It was tickled pink with delicious ice cream. Each new spoonful was another delight. The flavors danced on her tongue, and she moaned quietly to herself as she rubbed her bloated belly with her free hand. 

“Damn,” she groaned. Her stomach still hadn’t completely settled since the big binge night before, but the ice cream went a long way. And by the time she was done, she was able to move on to the next phase of her hangover cure.

A nice hot shower.

Kelly loved long luxurious showers, and she knew that, especially after all she had eaten and drank last night, that the comfort of a hot shower was exactly what she needed. So she peeled off her clothes, ignoring the fact that at some point between last night and that morning, her pajama top had become deeply stained by several kinds of ice cream, and stepped into the shower with as much grace as her hungover body could manage.

It was inside the shower that Kelly could really tell just how much damage- temporary of course- had caused her body. As the hot water rolled down her body, it took an extra route across a curve that had not exist until that moment. Kelly’s belly had bowed outward thanks to her binging on booze and ice cream. It was clearly bloated and broke up the usually uninterrupted view that Kelly had of her long, lean, legs. It was a taut balloon filled to the brim with ice cream, and Kelly tapped it playfully.

Kelly’s belly was amusing to her, even thinking of it as such- Kelly’s belly- there was a playfulness and a sense that it wasn’t really hers. It wasn’t “my belly” it was “Kelly’s belly” a playful rhyme making feel all the more harmless and temporary. When Kelly soaped herself up, she spent a long time massaging her bloated belly, helping to relieve some of the pressure that all of her eating and drinking had caused. Her slender fingers kneaded her belly as best as she could though there was not much there to knead… yet.

Her presently pudgy pot belly stood in stock contrast to the rest of Kelly’s body which remained untouched by her summer indulgences. Her arms were still slender. Her thighs were still toned. Her ass was just as perfect. At least that’s what she told herself.

If Kelly was telling the truth she would have noted that her ass was just a touch softer. Each cheek was carrying just a miniscule amount of extra chunk. Maybe she would have noticed this if she hadn’t been so taken in by the shape of her rounded out belly. Maybe if she wasn’t so caught up in the playfulness of “Kelly’s belly” Kelly would have realized that her summer days of sitting on her ass and eating lots of ice cream was starting to have an effect on that ass which was now threatening to get big enough to droop ever so slightly. It was early days, but enough damage had been done to hint at what was to come.

The truth was simple, Kelly’s butt was a real head turner right now, but if she didn’t watch it carefully, it was doomed to become a doughy dumper that had people looking at it for all the wrong reasons.

But none of that crossed Kelly’s mind. She had no worries about her butt as she instead focused what attention wasn’t given to her belly to her breasts. Kelly loved showering and taking her time cleaning her perfect perky breasts. She used the precious along time to admire her own bountiful cleavage, and she enjoyed rubbing, teasing, and pinching her nipples to give herself a rush of pleasure. It was such a pleasant distraction from the reality of what her dietary habits were slowly threatening to do to her slim and sexy figure.

When she was done massaging her breasts, Kelly washed her hair, and then she did a second rinse of her whole body just so she could really take her time and enjoy the smell of her key-lime pie scented soap. This was her personal time, and she was going to make the most of it. Then, once she was finished with her shower, Kelly steeled herself for her next task, breakfast.

Sure, Kelly was still bloated from her earlier ice cream breakfast while still feeling some of the effects from the indulgences she enjoyed the night before, but she knew there was no way she was going to be able to get out of breakfast. Kelly could already smell the scent of bacon, eggs, and pancakes all cooking right now. Kelly’s dad was a very proud cook and she knew that even at nineteen she didn’t want to earn his ire by turning down food that he worked hard to make. And besides, her early morning ice cream binge had been in secret, and if she turned down breakfast, people were liable to think that something was wrong, and she did not need to get grilled about her actions the night before.

So Kelly slipped into fresh clothes that were still loose enough to effortlessly hide her bloated belly, a pair of joggers and a plain gray t-shirt, and sauntered downstairs as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Kelly kissed her father on the cheek and then looked over to see with joy that her cousin Angela was already sitting at the breakfast table. 

Now, Kelly didn’t particularly like her cousin Angela. In fact, if anything she detested her cousin Angela. To her, Angela was a nothing, she was the kind of relative that easily skipped her mind when she was sitting directly in front of her. But when Angela was around she was hard to miss mostly because she was incredibly fat. Kelly loved when her fat cousin Angela was around because it provided her with easy entertainment and somebody to compare herself too favorably. Angela always made Kelly look better, and on this particular morning, Angela would serve nicely as a distraction to direct attention away from Kelly, her bloated belly, and the activities that she engaged in the night before.

“Hey, Big Ang! You really need to eat all of that food? You don’t want your fat ass to get any fatter.”

“Kelly, be nice to your cousin,” Kelly’s dad very gently chastised her.

All this did was make Kelly slip into a whisper as she slid into a seat next to Angela and also slipped her hand under the table until it came to rest on the underside of Angela’s big blubbery belly.

“I mean, look at all this bacon,” she teased as she bounced Angela’s blubber gut up and down and up and down again and again.

“I guess it makes sense. They do say you are what you eat. Isn’t that right, piggy?”

And then Kelly snatched a piece of bacon from Angela’s plate and snapped it in half with her teeth.

“I’m saving you from yourself, piglet,” she said as she grabbed a second piece.

The stealing of bacon from Angela’s plate gave Kelly a craving for her own, and as she was handed a stack of pancakes, three tall and wide enough to fill an entire plate, Kelly grabbed a second smaller plate to pile high with bacon and a small side of cantaloupe.

Kelly quickly made a show of how healthy she was being by eating the cantaloupe first and then picked up another piece which would go untouched until the end of her meal. That’s when she went to town on everything else.

The pancakes were large, perfectly fluffy and delicious. Of course, they were even more delicious when Kelly slathered them in butter and syrup, and she didn’t stop there. Kelly loved to load up her pancakes which meant she also added some sliced strawberries and blueberries, but she also had her own favorite secret ingredient, cookie butter. The combination of all of these things was an overwhelming taste sensation and a real calorie bomb that Kelly could pretend was healthy because of the inclusion of fruit. And somewhere in her time at school she read or heard that carbohydrates were an important part of a daily diet and gave you plenty of energy, plus they were super tasty.

With all the toppings layered on, Kelly plowed through the pancakes, only occasionally pausing to eat a strip of bacon or take a sip from her fresh squeezed orange juice. All the while her belly became more bloated and was gently starting to squeeze against the waistband of her joggers, but Kelly ignored that rather easily as her mind was too distracted by the delicious food that she was stuffing her face with. The pancakes never got tiring, the array of fruit that Kelly had speckled them with and her pauses for bacon and juice meant that she never got tired of the flavor. Things never became just one note. Even toward the end when she was out of fruit and things threatened to get to samey, especially since her belly was already clearly through, Kelly simply slathered on some jam to give her another flavor to savor and allow her to get through the rest of the pancakes.

Plenty of people would have settled with two pancakes given the size that they were, but Kelly was very proud of her ability to put three pancakes away and still slug down her juice, finish her bacon and polish off that second piece of cantaloupe. 

Kelly stifled a burp. She wasn’t going to let her fat cousin see her slacking. Though she did steal a few more pieces of freshly cooked bacon when it got to the table. It was supposed to be for the people in the house who were getting up later, but Kelly was a strong believer that the early bird got the worm, or in this case the delicious bacon, and that she had earned her extra bacon by virtue of her getting up early enough to secretly stuff herself with ice cream.

Angela was the first to get up from the table. Kelly couldn’t help but notice with a bit of pride that Angela, who had only had two pancakes on her stack when she started, had left a few bites behind. Kelly figured she must have intimidated her pig of a cousin into giving up which brought her a great sense of amusement. 

“I’m going to go for a jog,” announced Angela. 

Kelly just scoffed at the idea. 

“Sure. That’ll do you real good with those thunder thighs of yours rubbing together.”

“Kelly!” scolded her father. 

“What? It’s true. She’s not actually gonna be able to jog with all that fat jiggling. She’s gonna have to waddle, and I bet you she doesn’t even make it around the block before she’s winded and calling for someone to pick her piggy ass up.”

“One more word out of you and so help me, young lady.”

Kelly just rolled her eyes at her father’s words. They were empty threats as always, and even if he was a little mad by lunchtime he would have her wrapped around her finger again. 

Angela, with an unusually steely gaze just stared at Kelly.

“Would you like to join me?” she asked. 

Kelly just laughed in her face. 

“Yeah, right, loser. Good luck moving your fat ass about. I’m not a tub of lard like you. I’ve got better things to do.”

Angela just shrugged her shoulders and let the insults roll like water off her fat back. 

“Suit yourself.”

As she turned and waddled away, Kelly thought to herself about what a sucker her fat cousin was. Summer was for relaxing, not working out. And after all, Kelly did have something far better to do than jog about. 

After all that food, she was ready for a nap. 

That was how a lot of Kelly’s summer went. There were nights of partying, of alcohol and ice cream, or even more wholesome times where the alcohol was replaced with a copious amount of fried fair food, funnel cake and cotton candy filled her tummy, and her confidence in herself and her ability to eat continued to soar.

Of course, it wasn’t long before all of the indulgences began to catch up with Kelly, and her bloated belly wasn’t just bloated.

It was getting fatter.

Her thighs were getting softer, losing their tone and getting closer together. Her ass grew bigger, wider, squishier. Pants grew tighter and her bikini body began to lose its perfect shape. She was going from being a model to looking pretty mushy.

Kelly tried to ignore it or to blame it on shrinking clothes or any number of things. She became especially frustrated as her fat cousin Angela’s jogging sessions began to produce results. All the while, Kelly kept telling herself that things would just work out, that she was destined to be perfect forever.

She refused to acknowledge it, but Kelly was already at the beginning of the end.

And there was a long way down to go.