Flabby Abby Chapter 2: Broad Horizons

Abby woke up to the alarm set on her phone for 9AM, she had to get ready to catch her train back to her dorm today. When she woke up, she peered down her body, her eyes landing on the crest of her belly jutting out creating a mound underneath her blanket. She stared at her belly for a couple minutes, rising and falling with each breath, eventually she dug her hands into her flabby belly, gave it a jiggle, and whined a bit, it was still there, it wasn’t some mad sugar induced dream. Not having time to worry about her softening body much longer she started to heave herself out of bed, realizing how much the extra 70 pounds of fat weighed her down now that she knew it was there. Getting to her feet she felt her body jiggle a bit from the motion, she couldn’t help but blush a bit from frustration, she threw on the baggiest shirt and sweatpants she could find, put her hair in a bun, then went downstairs with her luggage. Breakfast would be different for Abby this morning, instead of loading up on waffles topped with a mountain of whipped cream, chocolate chips, and sugary syrup, she grabbed two pieces of unbuttered toast and a banana, she couldn’t afford another pound of fat making its way on her body. One deeply unsatisfying breakfast later she was ready and out the door, her dad drove her to the train station, she made no mention of her weight to him the whole car ride, they instead chatted about the classes she was taking this semester and talked about various bits of news. She hugged her dad goodbye and got on the train.

Abby walks into her dorm and is immediately hit with the smell of chocolate chip cookies in the oven, sure enough Samantha is in the kitchen whipping up her sinfully rich cookies. Abby’s mouth waters slightly at the smell of the cookies remembering how they taste and how easy it was to go through a dozen at a time, but she catches herself, also remembering that those cookies were partially responsible for her jiggling midsection, it’s gonna be tough to say no but she’s gonna have to. She enters the kitchen and is unsurprisingly met by Samantha wearing, the svelte young woman was wearing a cute pink apron with the words “Making Dough While Making Dough” on it, her long strawberry blonde hair is in a ponytail, she turned when she heard Abby enter the room, her green eyes lighting up with excitement when she saw her favorite (and only) roommate.

“ABBY!” Sam shouted with earth shattering excitement. Samantha immediately went to give Abby a tight hug, Abby embraced her just as warmly, Abby could feel her belly squishing against Samantha’s mostly flat stomach. “I’m so happy to see you, I’ve missed my quality control consultant.”

Abby laughed at this despite what this role meant for her waistline “I missed you too Sam, I don’t get these kinds of hugs around my house.” The two women continued to embrace for a little while longer, Abby felt a pinch of embarrassment, wondering if Sam felt how soft her body had become, and more so she worried the weight was a deal breaker, but she was getting ahead of herself, she doesn’t even know if Sam swung that way, and if she did if Abby was even on her mind. They released each other and Sam turned to the oven.

“I knew that if I got here before you, I might have time to whip up your favorite cookies to kick off the new semester, and I was right they’ve only got a few more minutes in the oven.” As Samantha said this, she did a little dance towards the oven and checked on cookies briefly. “How was break?”

Abby was touched by the gesture “my break was alright, spent most of the time playing video games if I’m honest, time well spent though, how was yours?

“Ha, that’s relatable, aside from messing with some new recipes I basically did the same thing, I’ve gotta maintain my rank in Overwatch somehow.” Just then a timer rang from the counter making both of them jump a bit. “Fuck yeah, they’re done!” Samantha took the cookie sheet out of the oven and set them aside to cool off. “Make sure you let them cool off this time before you grab one, they taste better when your mouth isn’t burnt, I assure you.”

Abby’s eyes were fixed on the cookies, she was suffocated by the heavenly aroma of chocolate that filled the air, Abby paused briefly searching for an excuse to save herself from another few pounds of fat. “haha, I’m gonna have to wait a bit anyway, I uh… had a large lunch before I came here, there’s no real-estate for those cookies in my stomach.”

“That’s some impressive will power, they’ll be sitting right here for ya.” Sam smiled at Abby and her heart melted.

“I should start unpacking,” Abby said after collecting herself.

“Alright, I've got a bit of a mess to clean up here, but I can help ya out when I'm done.”

“Dang, that'd be awesome, I'll get started now.” Abby walked towards her room, she was kicking herself that she couldn't bring a handful of cookies with her, this whole diet thing is gonna be tricky.

Abby had been unpacking for about 15 minutes when Samantha came in to help, she had one cookie in her mouth and another in her hand. “I grabbed ya a cookie, I didn't want ya to miss out on them being fresh” Samantha said between chewing.

“Thanks Sam, you’re a real one.” Abby grabbed the cookie and looked at it for a second before cramming it in her mouth, deciding one cookie couldn't hurt. The two began unpacking Abby’s clothes and hanging them in her closet. They did this for a while, Abby would panic a bit whenever they'd unpack a shirt or pair of pants that clearly stopped fitting 30 pounds ago, but Sam made no mention. They talked about their winter breaks, how Christmas was, Sam got a new stand mixer as a gift, they joked about family members, they caught up on talking about their favorite shows, they just enjoyed each other's company. Neither of them mentioned anything about any weight gain, Abby didn't want to open that Pandora’s box yet, even if Sam was her closest friend. When it was all unpacked, they decided to celebrate by bingeing some anime with a bowl of popcorn and a plate of cookies. Abby had to practice will power all night around the snacks and was successful, eating only one cookie and about the same amount of popcorn as Sam. They were so enraptured by the show that they missed dinner meaning Abby got to count the popcorn as her meal, no matter how unsatisfying that was. Eventually it was late, and they said goodnight, they went to their rooms and Abby changed and plopped into bed, her stomach protested it's emptiness by letting out a small growl while she laid down. “Oh, quiet you.” Abby said to her belly, she grabbed her flabby midsection and gave it a small jiggle, “I’ve gotta teach this belly how to be less greedy, then I can be rid of it.” she stopped shaking her belly and pouted while deep in thought, it's gonna be miserable working off this pudge, but no one wants to date a whale. Abby prodded her soft midsection with her index finger picturing abs there instead, no matter how great it felt to eat sugary pastries and greasy take out all day, it wasn't worth becoming a blob. It was time to learn how to make salads and start using her school’s gym, no matter how disgusting that sounded. Abby laid down and dozed off, dreading waking up to another day of saying no to pleasure.

The next few weeks would not be easy for Abby, sticking to smaller portions of healthy foods is the cruelest kind of self-inflicted torture Abby had ever experienced, trying not to give into her body’s urges to shovel countless cookies and French fries down to her stomach to quell her appetite was proving to be a difficult task. She gave in far too frequently, getting a burger here and there, grabbing one or two of Samantha’s fresh baked cookies, but never fully stuffing herself like before. Eating health food was torture for her, she’s always hated salads, and while water and black coffee are great, she misses soda and creamy coffee, the surge of sugar rushing down her throat washing down snacks and giving her a burst of energy while working on schoolwork. Saying no to Samantha’s baked-goods was the worst part, not only does she miss out on what heaven must taste like, she also can’t help but feel that she’s disappointing Sam when she says “maybe later”, she’s caught a small frown on her face a couple times, it was the worst.

Classes had started meaning she had to figure out outfits to wear, she went and bought some pants, a couple new bras, and a couple shirts to cover up her chub a bit better, to her horror she had gone up several sizes, she used to get away with wearing fairly small clothes, but now she had to buy large shirts to cover the expanse of her belly and even then they threatened to be too small, if she had gained 10 more pounds she would have resorted to XL. Pants weren’t any better, shimmying the plump bottom that was once her prized possession into progressively larger pants was both exhausting and a testament to how much she gained, she had to go up 5 pant sizes in order to have room to cram her stubborn belly into. Her whole body jiggled as she struggled to get the pants up past her butt, her ball of a belly bouncing up and down with the motion. Buttoning them was a whole other story, desperately trying to suck in her gut to make the two ends meet, her hands digging into her doughy belly, it was only when she got to trying on the pair that she thought would be far big that she was able to get her pants on with any ease. Bras weren’t as eventful, turns out the new fat didn’t favor her chest, she only went up a couple sizes, not that it would matter, she didn’t see herself needing any of these clothes for long, she would lose the weight and toss the clothes, forgetting she ever gained weight to begin with. But that feeling was still there, when she tried to suck her belly in to get the pants on she caught herself in the mirror, she couldn’t even hide that belly even if she tried, she had really let herself go, this realization sent a tingle down her body. Seeing herself in clothes that fit properly made her fattened body look normal, cute almost? That wasn’t right, it must be the lighting and the exhaustion of cramming her fat into several pairs of pants, she shouldn’t like how fat looks, especially on her. She disregarded it.

After a few weeks of “dieting” and even a couple attempts at exercising Abby thought she must have lost at least a couple of pounds. She woke up one weekend and decided to start the day by jumping on her old friend the scale, after all you get your lowest weight in the morning. She went to the bathroom where she had stationed it, she took off her clothes then grabbed her belly and squeezed it “let’s see how I’m doing getting rid of you.” she said aloud, she hopped on with confidence and waited to see how her hard work had paid off. She heard a beep and looked down and read the number aloud,

“230.2 pounds” she paused “all that and I gained 5 pounds? That can’t be right.” She stepped off the scale then weighed herself again “230.6!?! it went up! Did none of that dieting work? I ate salads for 3 weeks for nothing!” she pinched at her belly in frustration “this thing’s putting up a fight and winning! I’ve gotta figure something else out.” She walked over to her bed and pulled out her laptop, she opened her browser and typed in “weight gain” into the search bar, wondering if she could find any info on why she might be gaining so much weight, even though it was clearly her poor attempt at dieting that made her fatter. She browsed through some pages about weight gain, but got bored of the medical mumbo jumbo quickly, she just wanted to hear about someone else’s experience. On a whim she clicked on images, she was always a more visual person anyway, she was met by a bunch of stock photos of people pinching flab and a handful of before and after pictures. Scrolling through them one caught her eye, it was a woman who must have gained a couple hundred pounds, she was in some very small underwear which showed off her ample belly which she was grabbing with both hands, what really struck Abby was her expression, she was confident, you could tell she loved being fat, she was beautiful. Curious, Abby clicked the link on the image which led to the woman’s blog, on it Abby saw dozens of pictures posted by this woman posing in different seductive ways showing off her massive rolls of fat, often posing with large amounts of food, Abby clicked on one where the woman was clenching her massive belly with a look of discomfort and satisfaction, below it she wrote: “I can’t believe how stuffed this belly is, it turns me on thinking about how big this piggy is gonna get”. “She’s gaining weight on purpose?” Abby thought, “And she loves it? It even… turned her on?” Abby looked at how many likes this picture got, it had well over two thousand, a lot of other people loved it too. Abby came across a couple of terms in the tags: BBW and feederism, she typed them into the blog website and found hundreds of women of different sizes and shapes all getting fatter, some being fed by other people, their bellies being grabbed by their “feeder”, jiggled, slapped, kneaded, loved. There were massive women well over 500 pounds with bellies resting heavily on their thighs, images of them cramming their colossal bodies into tight pants, it was astonishing.

The feeling was back, and it was stronger than ever. Abby found a video of a woman with a massive belly with two large rolls that filled up her whole lap, she was kneading her beast of a belly, it was endlessly soft and her hands sank deep into the dimpled fat of her doughy midsection, the woman moaned softly as she played with her fat, she was even getting out of breath from the effort. Without quite realizing it Abby’s hands had made their way to her own belly, her hands met the soft sensitive flesh and dug into the creamy fat, it felt incredible, her fingers explored the folds of her rolls as the video continued to play. Slowly one hand went lower finding its way into her panties while her other hand squeezed rolls of fat, it was euphoric.

Soon Abby was finished, sweating and a bit out of breath from the excitement she laid down on her bed and began to process what just happened. This was… new? And not what she expected to do this morning. She had of course watched porn before, she masturbated now and again when she felt frisky, but she usually watched some pretty basic wlw stuff or read smutty fanfic to get the ball rolling. But it had never felt that good, and it had never involved her. Looking back about a month she did feel something when she first saw her fat self in the mirror, or even long before that when she admired her butt, but she could not have expected it was arousal, and it was because of her fat. She had been doubting her diet, she was never losing weight for her either, just to fit into societies idea of beauty, but turns out that’s bullshit, she was in denial before, but her fat was beautiful, hot as fuck too. But where to go from here? Quit dieting obviously, but what else? Her let out an unhappy grumble, breakfast would be a great place to start, something to celebrate her departure from dieting.

Abby slipped on some loose-fitting clothes and went to make food. She went for her fave, toasting a healthy amount of waffles and getting the whipped cream and chocolate syrup ready, she made a pot of coffee and filled a mug with plenty of space for cream and sugar. It wasn’t a large meal per se, but it was definitely more calories than she had eaten all at once in the last few weeks. It felt amazing to just enjoy herself again, free from worrying about putting on another couple pounds, she might even welcome it. Samantha walked into the kitchen whipping the sleep from her eyes, she saw Abby sitting at the table browsing her phone from behind her sweet meal. It wasn’t strange to see Abby eating something so unhealthy, but it had been a while. Abby looked up to see her “Good morning Sam!” she said excitedly.

“Woah, good morning. You seem chipper, and nobody told me whipped cream was part of a balanced breakfast, I wish they had though.”

Abby laughed “yeah, I’m trying something different, I got tired of fruit and toast.”

“Not surprising. I’ve got an insane craving for an omelet, do ya want one?” as she said this, she poured herself a cup of coffee, she left it black though.

“Oh, that’d be lovely actually, thanks!” Abby crammed a fork full of waffle into her mouth and chewed, washing it down with some coffee, she had missed this more than she could have imagined.

“No problem, you always seem happier while eating anyway, I like to help.” Sam said this with a smile then sipped her coffee.

Abby swallowed her food and looked at Sam “aww, that’s so sweet, kinda corny too. But you’re still the best roommate a girl could ask for.”

“Ha, I guess that’s what I get for being nice, but right back at ya.” Sam walked to the stove and got the omelets going, filling them with cheese, peppers, and ham. Not much later she was plating the omelets, she sat next to Abby and put down the two omelets. “So, what’s on the agenda today?” Sam asked.

“Nothing really, probably sitting around and watching Netflix, why?”

“I found this great new show called “Cowboy 3000” you’ve gotta watch it, we can probably plow through it today if ya want, I’ll of course make snacks.”

“Well, now that it sounds like we planned to sit around all day I’m all for it.” Abby stuck her fork into her omelet and took a bit. The two ate their meal and continued chit-chatted about shows a while longer, soon Abby was finished, taken aback by how great it all tasted. The rest of the day was spent on the couch, Sam baked some cupcakes and Abby ordered a large pineapple and ham pizza. They sat down and started the show, they each grabbed a slice of pizza and got comfy. After a riveting season finale, the girls had polished off a little more than half of the pizza and four of the six cupcakes, Abby of course had the lion’s share of both. They sat and talked about their predictions for next season and who they shipped with who, when it got late, they both went to their rooms to do their own thing.

Abby climbed into bed and opened her laptop to browse the internet, she opened it to be welcomed by a page full of bellies. Oh yeah that. She went to a different window to look at some memes before she tackled the task of figuring out her newfound fetish. Scrolling through the internet and mindlessly looking glaring at social media finally led to Abby thinking about what had happened this morning, while scrolling through pictures of cute cats she caught herself mindlessly poking and kneading a roll of fat. She turned again to her window of fat women, knowing that she had found through them a whole new way of looking at her body, but she wasn’t completely sure of what that meant yet. Looking at an image of a woman well over twice her size Abby wondered what it was that she loved and what she needed. Clearly, she loved being fat and how it felt, but did she want to gain more weight? She imagined her belly hanging low and resting heavily in her hands, her body taking up twice the space of a normal person, this did excite her, but she didn’t know if it was feasible. Obviously, she already loved eating, that’s always been the case, but how would it feel to gain on purpose, be stuffed to her limit? She would have to try a stuffing soon. She kinda already had an unintentional feeder already, Samantha seemed to like caring for her and providing food, she never said Abby shouldn’t be fat, Sam was a sort of enabler, one that will no doubt make it easy for Abby to eat plenty of food. Abby wondered if Sam would notice her packing away more food, Abby could just say she was feeling stressed, everyone finds comfort in their own way, and its well-known Abby finds it through food. Abby couldn’t help but smile, finally feeling comfortable in her body, feeling sexy, she must have been destined to be fat, the world knew what Abby needed before she even did, and now she finally saw this. She was in a space where she could explore it too.

To celebrate Abby went back to the kitchen and grabbed the last two cupcakes and brought them to her room, she scarfed them both down in only a couple minutes, the rich cake felt amazing on her lips, she licked the frosting off her fingers feeling better than she ever felt after stuffing cake into her mouth, knowing for sure this time there was no consequence for indulgence, it only meant more fat to grab, something she wish she had come to realize sooner. Her hands made their way to her belly again, it needed a light rub after eating so quickly, her belly was slightly firm, filled with all the delicious food she had eaten today. Before eating was its own reward, but now there was a bonus, knowing that each bite might add to her body softer and hotter. As Abby rubbed her belly, she could hear soft gurgles as the food in her stomach digested, a couple of small burps escaped as she massaged her aching belly, after each burp Abby moaned a little from both pain and pleasure. She had never been full like this before, it felt incredible, giving into her gluttony, knowing that each calorie churning away in her stomach meant a little bit more plushness on her hips and belly, it was intoxicating. She would definitely have to test her limits more now that she knew how great it felt. Samantha’s portions won’t be an issue either, she often cooked enough of her sinfully rich food to feed a small family just for the two of them, they would have leftovers for a few days after, Abby would just have to try and make sure they don’t have leftovers in the future. Soon Abby dozed off, full and happy.

Over the next week Abby began to experiment a bit, each time Sam cooked Abby piled her plate a bit higher, she couldn’t quite force herself to stuff herself to bursting on her own, but she was definitely eating more. After a night of watching shows with Sam, snacking and laughing Abby snuck a box of doughnuts into her room. That night she sat on her bed in her underwear, eating donut after donut decadently like a princess, the taste of dough, cream, and chocolate felt amazing on her lips, and even better going down to her waiting stomach which was already full from a day of junk food. While she did that, she browsed the internet looking at feederism blogs, staring at women much larger than herself. Lately Abby had been warming up to the idea of getting huge, the more she ate, the more she grabbed each one of her sensual rolls of fat, and the more she looked at feederism porn, the more she wanted to grow. She had found some truly massive women while browsing lately, some pushing 700 pounds, their bodies heavy with lard, they were like oceans of fat, every inch soft and squishy to the touch, they were awe-inspiring and made Abby feel like a twig. She also found the thriving community of artists, she saw drawings of her favorite characters sporting massive bellies, being stuffed endlessly until they were immobile blobs of fat. The idea of being immobile danced around her head, what if her life was just eating and growing for her hot feeder wife? The fantasy made her mouth water and made her feel hot, immobilized by her own love for food and gluttony, her belly resting heavily on the bed, waiting to be touched and grabbed by her partner, what a dream. While she thought about this Abby’s hand was busy kneading her doughy midsection, the other was grabbing another doughnut, she thought about what it would feel like to have someone else’s hands playing with her belly, teasing her about how fat she had gotten while bringing another fork full of food towards her mouth, her mind went to Sam, if only. She polished off a doughnut and reached for another but was met only by an empty box, she had no clue how she had packed away those doughnuts so quickly, eating while horny did wonders for her appetite she guessed. Now that she had another open hand, she brought both to her belly and explored her curves, she was far from immobile, but she was definitely fat, she wouldn’t be able to get away with calling herself chubby. Her belly was tight and complained about how much sugar had been put into it lately, Abby took a break from rubbing and patted her belly which let out a satisfying slap, this freed some gas and Abby let out a large belch which both caught her off guard and turned her on more. “Ooof, I’m becoming a little pig.” Abby said aloud between a few grunts. Her stomach gurgled in protest again, Abby cradled her belly and said aloud, “you better get used to this, it’s only the beginning my friend.” She gave her belly a few more small pats then continued soothing it, soothing soon turned to pinching and jiggling, Abby stared mesmerized by her fat body, getting fatter was only gonna make it harder to keep her hands off her body, it felt amazing sinking her hands into her blubbery body. Playing with her fat and thinking about gaining even more peaked her arousal, one hand moved below her belly, between her soft thighs and she pleasured herself, her other hand holding a handful of her fat belly, her body quaked with each movement until she was finished, sprawled out and passed out amongst doughnut crumbs.