Kallie Tell
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A Little Extra Room-Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2024-10-29 06:00:39 +0000 UTCI'm so excited to start posting the new chapters!! Look out for chapter 3 soon!
Trixie shifted uncomfortably, trying futilely to alleviate some of the pressure from the seat belt cutting mercilessly into her protruding belly.
Justin turned to glance at her as she squirmed, taking her in for just a second too long before his eyes flitted back to the road.
“What?” he asked, gesturing towards her lap. “Eat your snack.”
The ‘snack’ in question was enough fast food for two, one greasy bag emptied entirely of its extra large triple patty combo and one still mostly accounted for except for a few handfuls of fries. Trixie held one bag in her lap, or the little of it that remained after the protrusion of her gut, and the other bag, its contents devoured in just a few minutes, was crumpled at her feet.
“I’m not hungry,” she muttered grouchily.
As usual, Justin had insisted that she required meal-sized snacks on any outing they had. Whether it was a 5-minute ride to the grocery store or a 20-minute drive to a restaurant, he seemed to be convinced her strength would wane if she rode in a car without packing herself full of greasy calories, and his logic was starting to have the intended aftereffects. Trixie's seatbelt was now painfully tight and cut into her fleshy swollen gut so deeply that its fatty sphere was transformed into a flabby double belly, the lower half of the seatbelt made nearly invisible after being swallowed by her mass.
The seatbelt was completely invisible to Trixie of course, who could see little over the massive shelf of her cleavage. The comparatively tiny sports bras she contorted herself into were comically unequipped for the role, and her jiggling breasts spilled over the tops of her low-cut shirts obscenely, wobbling rhythmically alongside the rest of her whenever they hit a pothole. Her more than ample cleavage was bisected by the seatbelt's upper half, and the combination of the tight belt across her gut and chest pushed her bulging fat to protrude from her tiny, skin-tight tops at every possible angle.
As they drove, the manufactured lower roll caused by her too-tight seatbelt was entirely bare, the tank top she wore creeping upward until her jiggly pale belly was free to undulate as it wished while resting upon her plump thighs. Lately, she'd been feeling more and more uncomfortable every time she squeezed herself into the passenger seat, and she knew Justin was beginning to take notice. She felt her thick, ever-inflating thigh encroaching the edges of the cars fabric seats despite how firmly they were pressed together, and lately, when she’s had a little too much to eat, she's had to suck in with all her might to yank the seatbelt over her swell and force it closed. Justin had been taking her on little errands more and more often, and just last week mentioned that she would be in the market for a seat belt extender soon, much to her chagrin despite the lustful glint in his eye.
She sighed, placing her hand on the side of her gut and wincing at how far her tubby fingers sunk into the fat.
“What?” Justin repeated, genuine concern softening his tone. “Are you ok baby? What do you mean you're not hungry, what's wrong? Do you feel sick?”
Trixie rolled her eyes, grabbing her extra large soda to take a sip despite the way it contradicted her next statement.
“I’m not always hungry,” she insisted, frowning. “And I'm not sick just because I’m not hungry, I’m just not hungry.”
Justin smiled, turning to catch her eye for a moment before Trixie whipped her head away defiantly.
“So you have an attitude,” he surmised, a chuckle clearly poised just on the edge of his words. “Is my baby grumpy? Why are you grumpy baby, tell me.”
“I’m not grumpy,” Trixie fired back. “I’m just not hungry.”
“Why not?” Justin asked, still grinning.
Trixie narrowed her eyes at the grin, furious at the knowledge that he was enjoying this.
“Because I’m just not,” she repeated, her voice hardening.
“But why are you not,” Justin asked, the teasing tone that always reared its head as he fed her seeping into the edges of his voice. “What happened that made you not hungry?”
“I already ate,” Trixie retorted quickly, then immediately frowned as Justin's smile grew. Dammit, she thought.
“Already ate what?” Justin asked casually, feigning innocence.
Trixie sighed again, more loudly this time. “I already ate enough,” she muttered. “I’m full.”
“Well, what exactly did you have?” Justin asked, turning to look at her head on as he brought the car to a stop at a light. “What all did you eat to make you so full?”
Trixie squirmed under the pressure of his gaze, his good looks and intensity still enough to make her feel butterflies after the 3 years they'd been together. It was hard for her to tell him no in general, but impossible when he weaponized those eyes.
“I had a burger and fries and some onion rings,” she muttered, her face growing a light shade of red.
“And that's all you ate today?” Justin asked, still staring her down.
There was a silence as the flame of Trixie's blush expanded, and she found herself fumbling for words until the light changed and Justin fixed his attention back on the road.
“And I had breakfast before I left,” she finally eked out, nervously tugging at the fabric of the seat belt buried in her gut as if it would magically expand to accommodate her.
“What did you have for breakfast?” Justin asked casually.
Trixie tugged at the constricting seat belt with even more rapt attention, hoping to seem as if she somehow hadn't heard him. He knew exactly what she’d had for breakfast that day, he’d prepared every component of the feast and watched her while she scarfed it down to make sure she finished every single bite.
“Trixie,” Justin chided cloyingly, his brilliant smile widening even further. “Answer me. What did you have for breakfast?”
Trixie squeezed her eyes shut, the familiar embarrassment about how much of a glutton she’d become rising in her chest despite her now daily gorges. It was one thing to cram all that food down her throat, to feel her gut getting bigger and bigger as she watched her flabby arms reach for bite after oversized bite, it was one thing to let Justin feed her and fondle her flab until she can’t possibly take another bite, but to actually recount the unbelievable volume of calories, grease, carbs, and sugar she took down in one sitting was too much, even for her.
“Trixie,” Justin warned, his smile easing into a smirk and a playful warning entering his tone.
“Fine,” Trixie blurted. She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the bag of fast food still balanced precariously on the remaining availability of her lap. “I had french toast and…”
“How much?” Justin immediately interrupted.
Trixie tried to shrink down in her seat but found that her bulging body was more or less wedged in place. “Two loaves,” she admitted quietly.
“Oh,” murmured Justin thoughtfully, as if surprised to learn the information. “What else?”
“French toast and some oreos and the chocolate chip cookies you made and a roll of pillsbury croissants and the leftover biscuits and 3 bacon breakfast sandwiches from Porky’s and 2 fried quesadillas,” Trixie rushed out in one breath, her hand unconsciously beginning to knead her fatty side rolls out of nervous habit as she spoke.
“And the bag of chips you ate right before we left,” he reminded her. “It was family-sized, right?” he asked as if he’d ever purchased her any other kind.
Trixie nodded, silenced into shame.
“Right?” Justin repeated commandingly.
“Yes,” Trixie squeaked out.
“Yes, what?” Justin teased.
“Yes, the bag of chips I ate was family-sized,” Trixie obliged quietly, her face an ever-deepening shade of red.
“And you had a pack of sausages, right?” Justin clarified.
Trixie frowned. She'd forgotten about the sausages.
“And,” Justin continued, “you had 3 leftover cinnamon rolls and a pint and a half of ice cream with your French toast. You also got a hash brown on the side of each Porky's sandwich and drank almost a full liter of coke. Then you had the cream soda, right? 3 cans? Then you ate that bag of mini candy bars. And it wasn’t some oreos, was it baby? It was two boxes?
“Yea,” Trixie confirmed in a near whisper.
“Wow,” Justin wondered, glancing at her again. “That’s a lot of food. I can see why you’re full,” he said, his voice dripping with contrived sympathy.
Trixie shifted again, the smell of the deep-fried delicacies in the bag in front of her becoming harder to ignore.
“And with the fast food you just ate, that's enough food for the whole day, isn't it?”
Trixie nodded, still looking down.
“Probably more than just one day,” Justin observed lightly, flicking on his turn signal. “And you ate all of that before noon. It makes a lot of sense that you’re full.”
He reached over and patted Trixie's ballooning belly firmly, leaving her whole body jiggling and her skin alight where he’d touched it.
“You feel pretty full to me,” he said, reaching out to grip her lower roll and giving it a good shake.
Trixie burped, as he knew she would, and he patted her gut again as her hands flew up to cover her mouth in embarrassment.
“You sound full too,” he taunted, his voice dropping a pitch in a way Trixie was all too familiar with.
“Yea,” Trixie attempted, the word coming out as more of a warble. She cleared her throat. “Yea.”
“So much food,” Justin started. “So many greasy calories, and that's not even all you’ve eaten today, is it?”
This time, it was Trixie's turn to throw him a sudden glance.
“Yes it is,” she asserted, her voice more confident. “I haven't eaten anything else today.”
“Oh, you haven't?” Justin challenged, the playfulness re-eclipsing the obvious lust in his tone. “You haven't eaten anything else today?”
“Justin, I really haven't,” Trixie reminded him. “I woke up, you fed me breakfast, you bought me burgers, and that's it, we haven't done anything else today.”
“You do realize,” said Justin coyly, “that the day officially begins at midnight. You didn't have any midnight snacks?”
Trixie immediately looked away, her cheeks flushing anew as hedonistic memories of her most recent 1 am binge came flooding back. She’d stuffed herself so full that she was completely unable to sit up, and after a few low-effort attempts that left her grunting and panting and left Justin painfully hard, he’d pulled out the funnel to finish out the night's debauchery.
“Trixie?” Justin called gently, interrupting her gluttonous recollections. “Any midnight snacks?”
Trixie shifted in her seat again.
“Can we just drop it?” she whispered, scooting the oil-stained, alluringly scented bag a bit closer.
“But baby, you said you were full,” Justin defended, his voice full of laughter. “I just wanna help you, I wanna make sure I understand exactly how much food made you so full.”
“Fine,” relented Trixie loudly, throwing up her chubby hands as her rounded, double-chinned face morphed into a pout. “Fine. I ate two sausage pizzas, two orders of garlic bread, and a gallon of vanilla ice cream through the funnel.” She paused. “And I ate a bag of chips while I was waiting for the food to get there, and yes, it was family-sized.” She placed both hands on her protruding gut and gave it a big shake, feeling the movement reverberate throughout all the fat on her fleshy, overly stuffed body. “I ate all of that even though I haven't been able to fit in any of my clothes for a week, and now you’re making me go to the mall to get bigger sizes and you’re still feeding me on the way. And that's why I’m full. Are you happy now?”
Justin grinned, ignoring the volume of her outburst.
“So, you don't want that food in your lap then?” he asked innocently.
Trixie looked down and bit her lip. “No,” she replied, her voice dropping back down to a whisper.
“No?” Justin repeated.
“No,” Trixie unconvincingly reaffirmed, the unsteadiness in her voice betraying her hesitation.
“You’re telling me that tearing into that bag isn't the only thing you’ve been thinking about since you started giving me attitude?
“Justin…” Trixie began, but he cut her off with a raised hand.
“It's ok babe, I believe you,” he soothed. “I believe you. You don't want that food, you’re not hungry, you're too full. So, just don't eat it.”
Trixie shifted again.
“If you’re really not hungry,” Justin continued, “then it's no problem. Just don't eat the food. There should be no temptation.”
They eased to a stop at another light and Justin turned to face her.
“If you’re not hungry you should have no problem not stuffing your face for the third time today.”
He looked her up and down as she shied away from his scrutiny.
“You really should be full,” he marveled, grabbing her belly more aggressively. “A big, fat piggy like you doesn't need any more food, do you? That’s the problem, right? It's why I'm driving you to the mall in a tank top that barely covers your gut and sweatpants that are about to burst at the seams? Cause you can’t stop yourself. It’s like you lose all control whenever there's a meal in front of you, I barely even have to do anything.”
He prodded her protruding gut.
“Right?” he demanded.
“Right,” mumbled Trixie quickly, feeling herself beginning to get worked up at his words and touch.
“Right. So just don't eat it.”
“Ok,” agreed Trixie in a small voice.
Justin continued to drive in the silence, his signature coy smirk sneaking back onto his face as Trixie snuck glances at him. She looked at the bag in her lap, the temptation growing alongside her excitement.
“And if you do eat it,” Justin began abruptly, “then I'll know you’re not full. I’ll know you’re still hungry and I'll have to stop and get you some more food before we go try on clothes. After all, we can't have you going hungry, that wouldn't be right.”
Trixie nodded, still looking down.
“And if I get you more, you're going to eat all of it,” he informed her. “I’m going to make sure you eat every last bite, and I don't care how full you say you are. Because clearly, you don't know. Right?”
Trixie nodded again
“Right?” Justin led.
“Right,” she murmured, her eyes fixed steadily on the bag.
“So, don’t eat it,” he repeated. “You know you don't need it. You know you’ve gotten so fat lately that you’ve started to waddle. You know you can't cram yourself into any of your clothes, you can barely even buckle yourself into your seat belt.”
His voice drops to a husky whisper.
“You know you’re just a few pounds away from our kitchen chairs cracking underneath you. You’re so fat you’re about to destroy our furniture, you know you don't need one more bite.”
Trixie's breathing quickened as he teased her, her body reacting to the familiar words and tone alongside the memories of the ravings that always followed.
“If that ass gets any fatter I’m gonna have to expand our closet door. The way you can barely wedge yourself in now is so goddamn sexy. The way your whole body wobbles as you try to suck in and squeeze past, the way it always takes you a few tries now. If you eat anymore you’re gonna get stuck in there, aren't you? So you don't need another bite.”
To Trixie's surprise, Justin takes a left and pulls into a parking lot, guiding the car into the nearest available spot and throwing it in park.
Trixie looks at him, her confusion overtaking her arousal.
“Why did we stop?” she asked, craning her neck behind her to see the logo on the building.
Porky’s.
“Because I know you,” Justin answered calmly. “I know exactly how far gone you are, I know exactly how much exploding yourself into a pudgy blob of fat turns you on. I know you have no self-control and I know you love the way I fatten you up like a prized little piggy. I know you can't control yourself, I know you don't even want to. I know you’re soaking wet at the thought of needing a seatbelt extender, I know how much you like what I've done to you. I know you’re gonna cram that burger into your fat face whether you’re hungry or not. And just like I promised, I'm gonna buy you more food as soon as you do.
Trixie swallowed hard, her brain an indiscernible jumble of lustful thoughts.
“And when I buy you more food,” Justin started, grabbing her face to turn her attention towards him and squeezing her tubby cheeks. “You’re gonna eat every last bite. Just like I promised.”
The look in his eyes was too much for Trixie, and without breaking his gaze grabbed a fistful of fries and began to cram them in her mouth, moaning at both the taste and the feeling.
“That’s a good piggy, Justin murmured lustfully, releasing his grip on her face so she could chew.
His eyes locked on her as she gorged herself in the parking lot, alternating between mouthfuls of salty fries, oversized bites of burger, and slugs from her extra-large soda until the meal was devoured in a matter of minutes. She burped, patted her gut, then burped even more loudly, beginning to rub the swollen mass as Justin shifted the car back into drive.
“I want more,” she whined breathlessly as Justin began to caress her fattened thigh with one hand.
“I know you do, baby, I know,” he murmured. “I’m gonna get you all the food you can eat, " he promised as they pulled up to the drive-through. “I’m gonna make sure you’re never hungry again.”
