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Two years after the show’s cancellation, Rachel’s weight had done nothing but balloon. Quinn had been promoted to a much higher-paying job, giving Rachel less stress about finding more roles. Plus, Rachel had found a few small plus-size modelling jobs that definitely helped pay their massive grocery bill.
As Quinn always joked, eating was Rachel’s full-time job. She’d even entered a few eating contests—and won, of course. It was what she did. And that’s how Rachel ended up the way she was now with a round, sagging belly resting atop her thick thighs, triple D-cup breasts resting atop her belly, a pronounced double chin, and large, wobbly arms that tapered into chubby fingers.
To Quinn, she was a vision.
To Rachel, this was heaven.
Rachel had always wanted to be pampered and paid attention to. Of course, she always thought that would be by thousands of adoring Broadway fans. But having it be by her adoring girlfriend was more than enough for her. Especially since she got to relax and do nothing but eat. And eat. And eat. Plus nothing beat the look on Quinn’s face when she came home to find Rachel in the same spot she’d left her, food crumbs littering her body and countless food wrappers and containers surrounding her. Rachel felt like a fat, round princess.
The only thing that Rachel hated about being over four hundred pounds: the summer heat. Every time the temperature went up, Rachel’s body grew warmer. Luckily they had air conditioning in the apartment. What was better was when she and Quinn had rented a small beach house in Martha’s Vineyard. Rachel could go to the beach and cool off whenever she wanted. That’s when she was happiest. Quinn helping Rachel stuff herself with the most decadent food, and then cooling off in their pool or the beach. This was where they were the most relaxed and comfortable, and where Rachel felt the most like completely giving into her gluttony.
This summer was even more special, since they were celebrating Rachel hitting the four hundred pound threshold. Her skinny, one-hundred-and-twenty pound self was completely engulfed by her new rotund frame.
Rachel was lounging back on the bed, her belly packed tight from a meal that comprised of literal mountains of pasta and loads of every kind of seafood. To anyone it would have been an impossible feat, but to Rachel, it was only slightly more than she could fit. She was watching Quinn rifle through the closet, looking for something.
While Rachel had grown wide, Quinn had stayed trim and slim, and they both adored the contrast. Rachel thought Quinn was the most beautiful girl in the world, and Quinn thought the same about Rachel.
With a shout of victory, Quinn stood up and turned to Rachel, holding up what looked to be a swimsuit.
“I knew we still had this here somewhere!” Quinn said happily.
“An old swimsuit?” Rachel asked, a quizzical tone in her voice. “What are you up to, Quinn Fabray?”
Quinn smirked. “This is your swimsuit from last year. Remember?” she said, holding it up. It was a beige-coloured one piece, though it had a cut out on the stomach area, criss-crossed with straps. “You were what? Three hundred, three hundred and thirty pounds last summer? I want you to try it on for me,” she said with a sweet smile.
Rachel felt a shiver of excitement go through her. There weren’t many old clothes she could try on to see how much she’d grown. Some of her old skinny jeans she could barely get her calves into. But a swimsuit was stretchy. Even if it was snug seventy pounds ago, she could probably get it up her body. What it would look like on her body was almost too obscene to think about.
“I think I really like that idea,” Rachel said. She hauled herself off her bed, holding on to her still-full belly, and started undressing. “You will have to help me in it, though.”
Quinn chuckled. “Of course. We’re going to have to stretch this thing as much as possible,” she said, approaching her girlfriend.
Indeed, the suit was a challenge to get on. Rachel’s legs passed through the holes without much difficulty, but stretching it out over her hips and belly took about thirty minutes. By the time Rachel had the straps around her shoulders, she was out of breath, which was only accentuated by the fact that the suit was so tight. It was like wearing a corset, except that it wasn’t holding anything in. Instead, Rachel looked like she was in a sausage casing ready to burst.
Her breasts were barely contained by the swimsuit. Bending over would threaten to spill them out of the deep-cut cleavage. Where the suit was really snug was around her middle. The criss-crossed straps pulled tight across, creating indents in Rachel’s belly, stomach fat oozing out in between them. Rachel could feel those straps digging tight into the flesh. As uncomfortable as it was, Rachel loved the feeling of being in a swimsuit way too tight.
Quinn loved it too. She reached out and put a finger on one of the stomach straps, only being able to pull it out a few centimeters before it snapped back onto Rachel’s stomach.
“Wow, those are pulling tight. I think the swimsuit might be a little too tight for you, darling,” Quinn teased, gripping at a mound of fat peeking out from between the stomach straps.
Rachel put a hand on her belly, that just looked even huger from this perspective. “It’s so tight. It’s pulling tight everywhere,” she said. “I honestly don’t know how we’re going to get this off,” she told Quinn, trying to tug at the shoulder strap.
Quinn laughed. “I think we’ll have to cut you out of it. It looks like it’s about to sink into your skin it’s so tight. It looks so hot,” she said, pressing herself close to Rachel’s belly and kissing her deeply. “Now I think you need a snack, hm? It’s already been two hours since you ate. Don’t want my big, juicy girl to get hungry,” she said, jiggling her belly.
Rachel nodded giddily. “I’m starved, I could definitely go for a snack.”
Quinn told Rachel to go wait on the patio while she prepared Rachel’s snack, which was fruit, cheese, crackers, assorted meats and some bread served on a large platter. And of course a couple large bottles of soda to wash it down.
Quinn sat beside Rachel with the food and took some for herself before letting Rachel dig in greedily into the rest. Rachel knew that Quinn liked when Rachel made a show of her gluttony. That’s why Rachel took part in so many eating contests. Quinn loved watching Rachel eat with reckless abandon, and Rachel loved the feeling of eating so quickly she couldn’t even notice herself get full. That’s how she finished her platter: eating handfuls of fruit at the time, the juice squirting over her cheeks and hands, taking a bite straight from the brie wheel without cutting off a piece first, mashing bread and piles of meat together and stuffing it into her mouth.
As Rachel ate, Quinn watched. What Rachel couldn’t see was how her gargantuan belly grew with the food she shoved in it. It almost looked like she was inflating in real time, especially when she swallowed an entire bottle of soda in a few gulps.
Quinn saw the straps on the stomach of Rachel’s swimsuit grow tighter. She saw the sides of the swimsuit stretch more and more until the seams could practically be heard ripping. But Rachel didn’t care, she continued to chew and munch and gulp until there was nothing left. Her belly was tight as a drum, and the swimsuit was holding on for dear life.
“That was delicious,” Rachel said, leaning back and wiping her mouth.
Quinn reached over and kissed Rachel’s cheek. “It looks like you enjoyed yourself,” she said, patting her stuffed belly. She tugged at the stomach straps and chuckled when they barely budged. “I think you still have room. Maybe one more bottle of soda? I can grab some mentos,” she said with a wink. “I’d love to see how much we can stretch these straps,” she said.
Rachel grinned. “I think that sounds wonderful,” she said. She reached for another litre of soda and started gulping it down while Quinn got the mentos. She been practicing, and swallowed down almost half the pack before continuing to chug down the soda, and another bottle after that, just for good luck. That’s when her belly started growing. Even though they’d done this many times, the fizzy burbling in her belly always took her by surprise. But Rachel loved it, especially when she could feel herself getting bigger. She felt the swimsuit get tighter across her belly, to the point where they were cutting into her skin sharply. When she put the second bottle down, she felt a pressure release, along with a loud snap. Two straps on each side burst off loudly, Rachel stomach, imprinted with red criss cross marks, spilling free from the confinement.
Rachel let out a loud burp and rubbed her newly freed belly, which was hard under the inches of fat there. “Well, it’s a good thing I actually have a bathing suit that fits,” she said with a chuckle. She leaned back and let her stomach continue to inflate with the fizzy mentos inside until she looked—and felt—absolutely pinned under her massive stomach.
Quinn, who’d been watching, completely mesmerized, reached out to poke her girlfriend’s belly. “It amazes me how your belly can always look like an actual balloon when you stuff it,” she said, leaning over to kiss it, right above the belly button.
Rachel smiled. “It feels good, too, being a big balloon,” she said.
They stayed out on the patio for a few hours, since, as they quickly discovered, Rachel was too bloated to move out of the chair. Quinn lavished attention on Rachel’s belly, rubbing cream on it, bouncing it, sticking her fingers and various objects into Rachel’s wide, overstretched belly button, which Quinn could never get enough of.
Finally, finally, Rachel was able to move from her chair, though she walked with a slow waddle since her belly was still somewhat heavy. Quinn helped her out of the too tight bathing suit and into one of the large flowy housedresses Rachel liked to wear when she wasn’t going anywhere.
Not too long after, Rachel’s gargantuan gut let out a gurgle, and it wasn’t from being full.
Quinn kissed her girlfriend’s chubby cheek. “How about a few pizzas and some ice cream?” she suggested.
Rachel patted her belly. “How could I ever say no to you?”