Chubby Chews

[Nixemus]

Intro to a character and story that I've written. Contains BE, Ass Expansion and Growth.

Kat loved Chubby Chews. From an early age, she gorged on the fat lumps of brightly coloured chewy sugar, with not an ounce of it showing on her body. When asked about this she simply shrugged and said ?fast metabolism?, looking aloof.

She was such a big fan of the sweets though, that when the company that made them; the Nestene Food Corporation, heard about her, and how many sweets products and general merchandise she had bought, they sent her a free basket of all the new flavours not available in the shops.

However, even though the outside of her body wasn?t yet affected, her insides were beginning to conspire against her. Years and years of high sugar and additive intake weren?t doing her any favours, so her body decided to take action on the 22-year-old.

It all started a few days before her 23rd birthday. Kat took out her morning Chubby chew, and popped it into her mouth. She liked to suck on them first, until they shrank and became soft. Eventually, she finished and swallowed the sweet. She let out a long belch.

?Oop! That was bigger than normal!? she cried to herself. Unfortunately a diet of Chubby Chews gave her a lot of wind. Being a girl however, she managed to conceal it well enough that no-one ever noticed. However, this time there was something different. She felt different. Not noticing her bra was slightly tighter than usual, she pulled on a skin-fit long sleeved shirt that just overlapped her jeans belt, put the feeling to the late nights she was having recently, and left for work.

She worked at the local newspaper office; editing articles and layouts for minimal mistakes. She was good at her job; she had a keen eye for grammar, punctuation and a unique, stylish sense of presentation on the printed page. She loved working there, and they loved her, even if her constant chewing on Chubby Chews was a little worrying.

On the way to work Kat had two more chews, and put one more into her mouth as she entered her office. Closing the door, she sat down at her desk and fired up her computer. She felt her tummy rumble slightly. With slight pressure building, she silently and softly passed wind. She looked around; no-one had seen or heard. However, she didn?t notice the seat of her jeans becoming ever-so slightly tighter by the second.

She managed to scoff 3 more chews in the next hour, and she felt the last one go down a little roughly; she hiccupped. She hiccupped again. And again. Every time the jolt of her diaphragm went through her body, there was a subtle tightening in her shoes, her jeans got slightly shorter, and the keyboard seemed just a little farther away than usual. She held her breath for ten seconds; the usual remedy for hiccups, took a drink from her water bottle, and they disappeared. Once more, she put her slightly off perspective from her desk down to fatigue and late nights, and continued working.

With her back to the wall, and only one window in her office to her left; no-one noticed that Kat?s belly button was just barely visible.