The Fair

by keeping_soft

Summary:

Ivy and Gia have a day at the fair and they can't help themselves.

I'm wearing the same shorts that I wore to the barbeque at the beginning of the summer, but now they feel so much tighter. Sitting in the car they cut into me and the edges of the legs are tight on my thighs. I can't believe they had felt a little big on me just a couple months before.

The county fair is in town for a couple weeks and Gia and I finally found a time that works for the both of us to go. The day is hot and dusty, but we make it work. We spend about an hour or two on rides and then as we walk past a few stands the smell of fried dough catches my attention. My mouth starts to water.

"Hungry?" Gia asks. I can't help but notice the mischievous glint in her eye. She has been nothing but supporting of my recent eating habits. Now her hand slides around my waist, feeling the pudge that has collected on my hips.

"Only a little hungry..." I say, "Mind if we get a snack?"

"That was fast," she says, "We had breakfast right before we left."

"You know me," I tease, "I've got a big appetite."

She laughs a little and we head over, only having to wait in line a little while before we get to the front. Immediately I realize I made a mistake. Gia orders a funnel cake with cinnamon and butter, two hot dogs, a large lemonade, two cheeseburgers, and a bag of kettle corn.

"Gia!" I grab her hand, staring at her.

"What?" She says, "You said you were hungry."

We get our food and then we head over to a bench a little way from the beaten path, around a couple food stands and under a tree. As private as you can get on a weekend at the fair grounds.

I get down both hot dogs easily, starting to feel a little full by the end, but nothing uncomfortable. Gia munches on the kettle corn and we talk about our day, chatting about work and the projects we both have going on. She jokes that one of the projects is my figure and we laugh together.

She twists off the bag of kettle corn when it's halfway done, "You know what would be good for dessert?"

I look at her a little surprised since I'm a couple bites into eating a giant funnel cake. She smiles and tells me she'll be right back.

While she's gone I quickly eat the rest of the funnel cake. My already tight shorts are getting even tighter and I can tell that I'm swelling up and bloating. There's still the cheeseburgers and the lemonade, though, and I don't want those to go to waste. I eat the cheeseburgers a little slower, but it doesn't matter, I already feel like a lead balloon.

I finish off the lemonade and take a second to catch my breath. My belly is sticking out the farthest it ever has, my tank top riding up to show my shorts' button is straining against my how round and tight I am. I didn't mean to eat that much...

Gia appears again, holding a couple ice cream cups. Her mouth falls open at the sight of me and I can feel a blush color my cheeks. I try to sit up and I'm so bloated that my legs spread farther apart, the button of my shorts digging into me even more. It almost makes me feel sick, all the food in my gut churning and it tries to find room.

She sits down next to me and hands me one of the cups of ice cream. I swallow heavily and take it from her, the cold making my fingers tingle. My belly complains loudly. It's already so full, but... ice cream.

Gia leans in and kisses my cheek, "You're so fucking hot right now..."

"Ha, like this?"

"Oh, yeah," her voice is thick and sultry, "You just couldn't help yourself and now look at you. Your clothes can barely contain how huge your stomach is... I bet it would rest so pretty on your lap..." She slides an arm around my shoulders and I feel a shiver of pleasure run down my spine despite how uncomfortable my body feels.

"I shouldn't have eaten so much," I groan, resting my head back on her shoulder, "I feel like I'm going to be sick." My hand twitches to my stomach and I pull down my tank top. It barely brushes the waist of my shorts. I rest a hand on my swollen middle and it feels rock hard, rising and falling as I keep breathing deeply.

"Ohhh, baby... you just couldn't stop yourself?" She sets down her ice cream and puts her hand on my thigh, her fingers cold as she pinches the soft flesh between her fingers.

I stifle a moan and look down at my own ice cream. It looks so good... and it is hot out... ice cream would cool me down. My stomach gurgles in protest, but I start eating.

By the time I get to the bottom of the cup the ice cream has melted, so I tilt it back and start to drink. Every part of me feels heavy. So stuffed and bloated that I don't know if I'll be able to get off this bench when it's time to leave. Gia will have to roll me out.

I drop my arms to my sides, feeling massive. The food in my stomach bubbling and churning. I sigh, letting out my breath all the way. The button on my shorts snaps, flying off and landing in the dust. It skitters to a halt at the edge of one of the food stands.

My belly rounds out and there is an immediately wash of relief. I let out a moan, my tank top rolls up and the zipper on my short slips open. I can feel a couple people glance my way, but my only thought is Gia, her hand still on my thigh. Even with how tight and full I am, my belly wobbles as I breathe.

I should feel embarrassed. Most of me feels like I should be embarrassed, but... I am so full and so turned on and Gia's moves to rest on my bulging stomach and I-

I roll my head and bury it in her neck, moaning softly.

"Holy fuck..." Gia whispers to me, "I need to get you somewhere private."

I kiss her jaw, reaching up and stroking her face, "I'm going to need help getting up."

Gia squirms a little, "Okay... okay, let's go."

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Ivy Marlowe