The Stutter Stare

“Y’know, the funniest little thing I’ve been picking up on recently?” Jamie smiles, struggling to undo the tightly pulled buttons of the business casual blouse she is practically busting out of to begin with. After a long, hard day at the office. Her pencil skirt already discarded & thrown off to the far corner. “Regarding… all of this?”

Having started from the bottom, where there was the most discomfort, not to mention stress on the buttons, she uses her forearms to bounce her belly with a slight, jiggly shake. An indication that “all of this” must be referring to her recent gains. All while her fingers still fiddle & struggle to get the button without losing it. When the first one finally becomes undone, the bottom orb of her gut spills out into view, but still slightly held back by her ever-struggling shapewear. The ones she says are more for support throughout the day rather than covering up just how round she’s getting. But she follows the burst of activity up with a slight, relieved sigh so under the radar, she probably doesn’t even notice.

“What’s that? You inquire with a rasp & a smirk, laying back on the bed, watching this impromptu strip tease. Your eyes transfixed by the recent changes. You marvel at just how much of her now-round middle sticks out & fills her hugging arms. Especially considering just how skinny she was when you two first met. She sees your smile, & she smiles back. With the cutest blush.

“So- I don’t know if it would even have like- an official name.” She strains, continuing her fight to break free. As more buttons slowly become undone, she reaches the muffintop billowing over the edge of her shapewear. Her soft, flabby skin desperate to leave its constricted confinement. “But lately? It’s this really strange thing I’ve been noticing.” Another button, tits practically pouring out of her ever-worse-fitting bra. “And practically everyone has been doing it.”

“Bad thing? Good thing?” You tear yourself away from the spectacle to ask with just enough of an appropriate level of concern to make it seem as you were fully paying attention.

“Uh-“ She thinks on it, extending her arm out in front of her to get the button on her sleeve. The micro motions making her newfound flab quiver ever so slightly. “I’d say mostly neutral, I guess?” She answers a bit quizzically, as if she never fully thought about it enough to qualify it. But you notice that she punctuates it with a slight huff of an exhale. Is she really getting a bit winded? Just getting undressed? How hot. “But I dunno, I mean- I have been enjoying it.” She giggles softly, getting the penultimate button before swapping sleeves. “I call it the “Stutter Stare.”

“Oh?” You ask with a delighted curiosity.

“Basically, it’s this very strange, very specific, often? Very shocked look that I get-“ She starts to explain, pulling her sleeves off one at a time. While her arms haven’t changed as drastically as her midsection, they too have been softening up quite nicely in their own right. Going from lithe & bony to plump & matronly. “… whenever I run into someone who I haven’t seen in a while. Or at least not since-” She spins & lifts her thick thigh, bites her bottom lip & strikes a sultry pose while her arms frame her round belly in side profile to you with the grace of a lovely assistant on a game show. All to amplify how much she’s grown in such a short span of time. And how far everything sticks out now, even while encased its underneath its current nylon shapewear prison. And Jamie does all this while letting out a purring little giggle.

“Oh,” you smile before attempting your own pantomime of what she’s talking about. “You mean the ‘H- Hey there! Wow! Jamie you look-…?“ You mimic the wide, bug eyes & stammer with the exact cadence you’ve experienced from whenever you’ve shared these same awkward situations with her. They are something that wasn’t going left entirely unnoticed by you either.

“Hey, that was pretty decent,” She chuckles at your interpretation before almost immediately launching into her own. “Or like, one of my favorites so far: ‘Wow- Jamie!’” With the same sort of bug-eyed expression, & loaded with the pauses to process & come up with the right words. She emphatically cranes her neck up & down, mocking someone looking over her softened body. “‘Looks like- thing are- g-going pretty well.’” You watch as her hands slip towards the elastic waist of her shapewear, her thumbs wiggling into her muffin bulge to find purchase. She strains just slightly before continuing. “It’s probably so awkward for them. And the first couple of times, it made me feel a little self-conscious too, not- gonna lie.” She struggles to peel the tight stretchy fabric off her. As she does, you watch closely as the soft, pale flesh, seeps out, revealing her true, unimpeded glory. She fights to get it just below the round fatty dome of her belly before stopping briefly to take a breath, her navel framed by the very red & silvery stretchmarks you helped give her. “But the more it happened, & the more comfortable I’ve become with all this, the more I’ve come to relish these moments frankly. Confirmation that all the times I’m too stuffed to move & uncomfortable? Are worth it. That they’re really paying off. And on my way to the real me.” She goes back to trying to escape her shapewear, now contending with the way it clings to her generous ass.

“Well I’m just glad they’re not upsetting you,” you say supportively, continuing to watch the spectacle. “What do you think goes through their mind?”

“Oooh, ooh!” She cues while attempting to shimmy & wiggle her bubble butt free. Her breasts & belly shift & jiggle violently, & for a brief second, you worry she’s about to topple before she manages to catch herself & get it. Her ass balloons out from under the elastics, leaving her thick thighs for last while revealing her panties. A size or two too tight, cutting into her. “I’ve witnessed it so many times now, I’ve got it broken down, step by step. Wanna see?”

“Of course,” you smile. “I mean you’re obviously the aficionado.”

“Okay, so-“ she starts working the elastics down her plump thighs. “I’m going to slow it down. For demonstration purposes here.” She straightens out her spine to be upright again once the difficult shapewear is down past her calves. From here, she’s able to kind of step in place & get them the rest of the way off, before kicking them in the direction of the “dirty laundry corner” of the closet. “At first? It all starts off with this.” Jutting her chin forward slightly, her eyes narrow into a hawkish, slightly mean looking squint. “This look of like ‘I feel like I should know you but I’m having a hard time recognizing you.’” She exaggerates it more with a few more quizzical head cranks before returning to her normal, cheery base expression. “And to be honest? I kind of enjoy the suspense during this stage, especially the more pronounced it is.” She sticks an index finger up while her other hand reaches behind to undo her bra. “Now! There are a few branches from this.” The hand with the finger up joins its cohort to wrestle with the clasps of her brassiere. “One if I’m all by my lonesome, & one where you’re there with me, to help provide them with context clues.”

“Ah, of course,” you interject with a smile.

“Because if you’re not there with me, sometimes it’s a much slower burn.” Her bra goes slack, & her hefty breasts lose a bit of their cleavage as she lets out a relieved huff. “If it’s just me, there’s a little more squinting. More processing on their part while I approach them.” For as heavy as her bust has gotten, now free, they’re still surprisingly perky. And it seems like the topic of this conversation has her a bit excited. But committed to her commentary, she hardly breaks pace, standing there now before you, only in her too-tight panties. “But if you’re there, it’s like a hint. So-“ She begins to pantomime again, returning to the squint & slowly turning her head to the side. “They’ll scan over to you, & recognize you immediately. And then, as they turn back to look at me, you can see the mental math playing out.” She slows down the motion, as if trying to move frame by frame in real life. “Then comes the really funny part.”

While turning her head, her squint slowly loosens before popping into more of a wild, bug-eyed expression. Followed by her jaw slowly going slack as her round face settles into a shocked, mouth agape look. And while Jamie is naturally pretty funny, you can tell by the subtlety & pinpoint accuracy of this that she’s received this stare enough to really be able to capture it so well.

“And just want do think goes through their mind in that instant?” You ask encouragingly as she uses your interruption to start trying to get her panties off. She grins, working the panties down past her hips before straightening out & wiggling them off with a shimmy. Standing there in front of you naked, in all her voluptuous, confident glory, she resets back to one.

“Oh, so like- ‘Who is this person?” She narrates, back in the quizzical squint. “I feel like I should know them, but like-“ Her expression phases to something a little more neutral, with her bottom lip pressing up with a look of recognition. “I know the person they’re with.” Her eyes roll off to the side & now she’s cupping her chin between her index finger & thumb. “But they’re seeing Jam-“ There’s a brief pause before slowly returning to the shocked expression from before with a build. “WAIT!!” You can’t help but interject with a chuckle. “But Jamie’s always been so skinny. A complete beanpole! And this person is- is-“

“Absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous,” You interrupt. Jamie blushes, caught off guard for just a millisecond. Knowing exactly how gorgeous she is, she starts seductively slinking towards you on the bed, swaying her hips as the softer parts of her quake & jiggle.

“And well- obviously they can’t just come right out & say ‘Boy! She sure is so much more- gorgeous now.’” She giggles. “They’re completely gagged. At an utter loss for words. But they’re also in this social situation. So they HAVE TO say SOMETHING.” She says, leaning down at the edge of the bed, her bulbous heavies, belly included, swaying below her.

“They just have to!” You affirm with a laugh. “Social contract & all that.” Her sultry smile deepens.

“But in trying to find the right words, they start a’stutterin’ & a’stammerin.’ Like their brain is desperately trying to seek out the right words while they’re also maybe trying to fight that look of shock. My favorite is when they hang on the greeting while processing it all?” Jamie snickers while bringing her knee up on the bed. She slowly starts crawling on top of you. “Like their brain “Heeeeeeeey yoooooou!” Or maybe a “Omigod, Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-uh!” As she brings her second knee onto the bed, you feel the mattress sink under her weight being added to yours. And her swaying tits & belly knock back & forth over top of your body almost like the buffers of a car wash as she slowly works her way up to your chest. “And you can tell they’re like- really thinking about it, because like 75% of the time? It ends in the “you look-“

“Which is like the one place you’d think they’d want to avoid,” you laughingly whisper. “I mean if they’re not trying to talk about how beautiful you’ve gotten.”

“Well yeah!” She laughs, catching your meaning. “It’s like they’re trying to compensate in the other direction, thinking I might be self-conscious or something & must be seeking some other kind of affirmation, even if it’s not what they’re truly thinking. But then only to immediately, excuse my French here, bitch out, as it were. And settle for the ‘You look… great!’ Or ‘Amazing!’”

“Yeah well- you do.” You affirm with a smile as you two come face to face. It’s a little difficult for you say much at the moment, but you felt the need to get that out. Especially before she fully commits.

“Well I know this,” She softly giggles. “And you know this.” She boops you on the nose with her finger, her lips curling up delightfully into her round cheeks. “But them? They’re maybe- just a little slow on the uptake. But they’ll catch up.” Having reached her intended destination, Jamie lowers herself onto you. Carefully, but not too carefully. She has pinned you beneath her soft, naked body. The weight’s almost just a little too much for you to handle. But then again, that’s kind of the point. And it’s driving you absolutely wild. “Anyway,” she continues, propping her elbow to the side of you & leaning toward her palm. She caresses your hair with her other hand. Even her fingers feel thicker as they pass through the strands. “That’s what I call the Stutter Stare.”

“I love- that you- seem to love it.” You struggle. Wheeze almost. She giggles & shifts her weight slightly. It’s still a lot, but at least you can get a bit more air into your lungs.

“Yeah well,” she trails. “Lately, I can’t help but think of all the other folks I haven’t seen in a while. It makes me wonder what their expressions will be like.” She starts giggling deviously, & the sharp breaths cause her soft middle to hammer against your body in undulating waves, driving you even crazier. “Like, can you just imagine all the Stutter Stares we’ll get from my family, come Thanksgiving?”

“Oh, so it’s decided we’re going to your family’s already?” You playfully nag.

“Well… for maximum impact I mean,” she reasons, while you extend her neck to start planting soft little smooches to her face & neck “I mean, I’m sure I’d turn a few heads at your family’s, but mine’s known me longer. Especially over the ‘beanpole’ years. And besides, just imagine their utter shock at how much it will take when I inevitably stuff myself into a coma.” She can tell how much she’s turning you on right now, but purses her lips. “Also? I’m saying it… my mom’s just the better cook. Then again, yours gives the better gifts, so we can do Christmas with your fam…” You pull away from the kisses momentarily.

“Can we- stop talking about moms & extended families right this very moment, please!” You laugh with a bit of frustration. She laughs again, & again, her belly smacks against you with each of her breaths. As it fades, it rocks you with one final sigh.

“Yeah well-“ Jamie trails with a bit of solemn tone. “Just be prepared. Enjoy the brief window of these Stutter Stares while you can.”

“Wha…? What do you mean? Why only a brief window?” You ask, concerned she might be unhappy. Or maybe having a change of heart.

“I meeean-“ Jamie drawls out, before staring at you with a very devious look. You can tell that she was trying to tease you like that, but her poker face isn’t strong enough. “We’re only going to have so many more of these sorts of social calls left-“

“Oh…?” Curling your face with intrigue.

“… before I’m far, far too- voluptuous to leave the house.” She purrs. And the way her eyes seemed to flare when she found just the right word, was enough to tell you that while she’s saying this now as foreplay, she is also one hundred percent serious. “Just imagine! At this rate? I’ll be too wide for the doors. Too heavy to leave this bed.” Her cheeks are getting all the more flush. It turns you on all the more, just how much she seems turned on by these sorts of thoughts. That’s why it feels as though you two were truly meant for one another.

“Well- we could always invite friends & family over at that point,” you tease. “To the warehouse we’ll inevitably have to buy, just to contain all of you.” You punctuate, trying to reach around the back of her to give her fat ass cheek a tight squeeze. “Imagine how gagged they’ll all be then.”

“Oh my lord,” she purrs, biting her lip. “Putting your enormous on display as if she were some kind of spectacle?”

“Step right up,” you pretend with a faux-carnival barker voice. “You might’ve known her way back when, but get a load of Jamie now, as the fattest woman in the entire world!” Her eyes close, her lips quiver for a moment.

“Let’s do it,” she moans, smothering you with her bulbous tits. “Make me absolutely massive so we can make every last one of their little heads explode!”

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Truth be told, this started as a draft for the current series with Kallista, but kind of turned entirely into its own thing the more it went on. Besides I kind of went a slightly different direction with the series anyhow.

I mostly just liked the idea of a woman in the secretly in process of actively gaining, enjoying the reactions that gain is garnering from the normies around her, & wanted to have her trying to break down the steps of those reactions in a pretty cute way.