Annabelle: Part 1

She was rather small at the time, a few hundred pounds too small. Every time she looked into the mirror, Annabelle had seen a lanky, broodingly chubby nineteen-year-old girl. At the time, she didn't seem to mind being slightly chubby, a few pounds away from skinny and a few away from being considered overweight. Never once did she ever consider becoming a BBW; the instinct of inclining to become one always set her on edge. Shy Annabelle was never the one to exploit herself through the internet, or anywhere, really; she was perfectly satisfied with her size and her slightly gaining appetite once she enrolled college. Perhaps it was her engorging friend that urged her into gaining weight; though now, Annabelle isn't really sure.

"You're too skinny, chica," she remembered Maya to her exclaiming that day. For as long as she could remember, her best friend Maya always mixed her Spanish dialect with English. After a while, Annabelle became used to her emotive behavior. Especially when she ate.

The two friends were at the mall, and in within minutes the shopping center will close for the night. Not only did they come there for the designer clothing, but for the variety of food in the food court. Every time they went to the commercial center it was full of the aroma of nourishment of all sorts, from pizza to pastries; sugary sweets and grease. Annabelle was always tantalized by the flavors and smells, though she was always wary when it came to stuffing herself in front of Maya.

Squeezing at her small roll of flab, Annabelle shook her head in disbelief. "I'm not skinny!"
Maya smiled, rather deviously. Her fatty fingers squeezed one of her many beefy burgers, quick to gorge herself with the whopper of a meal. Maya burped, though she was still unsatisfied. "No need to be defensive," said her friend with a chuckle. "Not there's anything wrong with being a twig."

Annabelle's brows furrowed with concern. Quick, she took a morsel of her beefburger. It was nothing compared to the pile of dozen burgers Maya was eating, guzzling it down in a matter of moments. Annabelle was still on her first and only burger, even after Maya finished. In between bites, Annabelle took small sips of her diet Coke.

They were both trying to savor their time in the food court, wolfing down their meals. Annabelle was still picky, but she did not complain.

"Ugh," Maya groaned. "I don't get you sometimes, Bells. If you like so much food, why won't you gain with me?"

Annabelle heaved out a heavy sigh, pushing her burger's wrapper aside. "I—I just don't really want to gain. I mean, whatever happens…happens, right? I'll eat what I want to eat. I'm not just going to stuff myself like that. Plus, you have a head start."

Maya licked her messy fingers, dusting pieces of burger off her belly. She frowned, feeling pity on her friend. "It's not like you exercise either, chica," Maya pointed out. "It's bound to happen eventually. I don't get why you're so indifferent about it."

Annabelle looked down in downcast, a little ashamed. Her belly wasn't that big, it was a rather small, flabby paunch. Lately, she had been noticing that there was a slight change in her exterior; she was a little bigger, because of her sudden exposure to fast-food and an assortment of restaurants on account of her growing confidant, Maya. She knew that Maya loved to eat, to stuff herself with food until she bursts. She would notice how lazier she became each day, how reluctant she was to move, in fear of losing calories. Annabelle didn't quite understand, yet there was a curious part of her that was fascinated by this world of weight gain. There wasn't a time where Annabelle remembered Maya ever being considered "skinny", and with her expanding belly, she looked even bigger than ever before. Annabelle was always a little desirable to what a belly so round felt like. She always imagined them to be very soft, or that's what it seemed like from her perspective. With every movement Maya's feminine potbelly would jiggle slightly, even when it was swollen with treats.

Maybe Maya was right. Maybe she should gain weight. As Maya continued to brush the remains of the burger from her cleavage, Annabelle frowned slightly at the thought.

The food court was unsurprisingly empty, little people found the food they served there edible. Annabelle always wondered how Maya was able to wolf down all that garbage food court food, or maybe she was forcing it down. Maybe she was already filled with food from the first twelve burgers she ate, but just wanted to eat more for her own pleasure. It was amazing to see the rate at Maya was gaining. It was hard to believe weeks ago she was a swelling two hundred fifty pounds. It made Annabelle wonder how much she weighed now, she probably well surpassed her original weight. As much as Annabelle wanted to know, she didn't ask. Instead, she crumpled up her burger's wrapper and remained silent.

Maya looked at her friend with sympathy. "Um, is there something wrong, Anna? Was it something I said about—"

Annabelle shrugged. "It's nothing, Maya. You worry too much." Something about lying, especially lying to Maya made her feel a bit skittish, uneasy. Judging by the look on her face, she knew her best friend wasn't telling the truth. Maya shook her meaty neck, unable to accept Annabelle's unhappiness.

"Don't try to lie to me, Annabelle. I know you too well." Annabelle's heart sank. "You know what you need, homegirl?"

She already knew the words before they came out of Maya's mouth. Still, Annabelle nodded, complying. "A double cheeseburger?"

Maya took a large swig from her soda, belching moments later. "Um, no," she said at last. "I was thinking more like—" Her gaze casts over at the burger joint, where a boy no older than them was waiting at the cashier, patiently. He probably knew that, sooner or later, they would come to get more food. Hopefully later, thought Annabelle.

Annabelle had to admit, he was a little cute. His hair was long for most girls' appeal, but on him it worked. His glasses framed his face perfectly, almost too perfect. Maybe he was a little large and a little too tall for her taste; Annabelle always been too superficial to take the time to find the perfect guy. If a perfect guy for her even exists.

"—a boyfriend."

Annabelle nearly choked on her swallow of diet Coke. "W-what?"

"I think you heard me loud and clear, amiga," said Maya. "It's been how long since you had your last boyfriend?"

Not that I ever had a boyfriend in the first place, Annabelle wanted to say. "Forever, I guess," she misinformed.

Maya said, "Maybe that's what you need, a boyfriend."

Annabelle stood up from her chair. "I've been perfectly fine without one." Perfectly fine—until now. "I don't need a boyfriend to make me happy; I've been okay on my own."

"I've been dating David for the past three years. I'm happy."

"You two are engaged." It was still hard to believe that even this young, Maya was preparing to marry. She's never been quite fond of David; with him being her feeder, she always thought it was because of Maya's urge to get bigger and her belly. David always had a likeness for big women. "I've never found 'Mr. Right' yet. I mean, what kind of guy wants to date me? I'm—I'm too shy." It was more than that. Aside from her shallowness, Annabelle just found herself to be likable by any person. She wondered if Maya still even thought of her as a friend; rarely do they make their pit-stops to restaurants anymore. Not like they used to. Annabelle noticed since David and Maya's engagement, the two friends have been drifting farther and farther apart. And Annabelle was left alone.

"There's nothing wrong with being shy, Annabelle. You always have been that way. Shy girls can get guys too, y'know."

Annabelle's cheeks blushed. "Oh… Well, I'm not pretty enough." Now, Annabelle was just searching for excuses. Annabelle never once thought of herself to be beautiful, and never once put any makeup on. Naturally, she was pretty. Her mother, SSBBW Emilee, was beautiful, too. Annabelle remembered her mother as a child, so deeply in love with her fat and flab. She was never ashamed to let her apron belly hang, and her father loved it. She would watch every bite her father would feed into her mother's mouth, the two so in love with their flesh and their vying to get bigger. It still surprised Annabelle even at their immobility, they still ate thousands and thousands of calories each day. It made Annabelle wonder how well the valets were treating them at the manor back home. Maya always found it strange that despite the fact that both her parents were "the king and queen of SSBBW", Annabelle had no interest in gaining herself.

Maya stood up from her chair, as well. She was full, and the slight jiggle of liquid bouncing within her tummy showed it. With a slight waddle in her step, she met Annabelle's gaze. "Are you kidding, Belle? Everything about you is natural. You don't even have to put makeup on, and you still look beautiful!"

"Well, um…" With a coy smile, Annabelle brushed coils of her blonde hair from her face. She was still blushing, furiously. "I'm…I don't…I just don't want a boyfriend, Maya. Not yet." She glanced over at the burger joint, at the familiar face waiting patiently for them to near. "But I do want another burger," she smiled.

Maya smiled, pleased. "So, you decided to gain?"

"No, not really. I, um, just want a few more burgers to take home." At least that was partly true. Annabelle hadn't quite decided whether or not she wanted to gain, but she suddenly felt the need to stuff herself with something, anything. Even if it's the burger joints almost inedible burgers.

Maya smiled back, flashing white teeth. "Aw, okay. You're gonna take the city bus home, then?"

"I guess so." Annabelle rocked on the heels of her shoe, getting another glimpse of the honky-tonk cheap burger hangout.

"Ah, okay!" Maya wrapped her great arms around her small friend, laughing softly. "Get home safely, homegirl. See you soon, okay?"

Annabelle nodded. We'll see. She waved goodbye to her friend, waddling off until she was nowhere in sight.

Walking over to the burger place, Annabelle observed the menu, passive. The cashier—the cute, thickset boy—grinned, though he was at unease.

Leaning against the counter, Annabelle drummed her fingers alongside the ledge. For some reason, even though she just ate, her tummy was still growing for food. Strange, thought Annabelle. She gripped at her stomach, which growled even louder in response. Maybe some more food was what she needed right now, and wasn't just to slip away from Maya.

"What would you like to order?"

The man's voice caught Annabelle by surprise. The two shared the same benign voices; even for a guy, the cashier's voice was soft and calming. "I'll have…" How many burgers does she want? Certainly one mere burger couldn't hold her for not even another hour. "…a half a dozen burgers. Please." That wasn't exactly what Annabelle had in mind. She loved burgers, but she couldn't eat that many – could she? Not that she ever tried to eat that many. Annabelle had no idea why she ordered for a half a dozen, out of all amounts. He probably thought she was a pig.

"A half a dozen?" he exclaimed. "Is—am I correct, is that how much you want, miss?"

"N—yes. A half a dozen. Six burgers, please." Annabelle was quick to tuck strands of her hair back behind her ear. She faked a smile.

Luckily, Maya wasn't there. She knew she'd try to prove her point in gaining weight, giving Maya the self-satisfaction.

"Are you a BBW, miss?" asked the cashier.

"Do I look like I am?" Annabelle didn't mean for her voice to come out so harsh. She just never thought of herself to be big enough to even call herself a BBW. She didn't even feel beautiful, or that big.

"Sorry," said the cashier, apologetically.

"It's fine. I get that a lot…"

His brows knitted together, confused.

"My mother," Annabelle tried to explain. "She's SSBBW Emilee. She's practically immobile now, but—"

"Oh." The cashier frowned. Even though Annabelle couldn't quite tell, the cashier did have a likeness for BBWs. He always has. He knew who SSBBW Emilee was; he saw videos and photos of her on the internet, even attended the SSBBW convention years ago with her in it. Admitting that to her one and only daughter would seem strange and creepy, so the cashier did not say anything else. But he couldn't help but notice the similarities SSBBW Emilee and Annabelle shared. While they were nowhere close in size, the two shared the same full lips, big blue eyes, long curly blonde hair, and extremely thick waistline. They both even had the same waddle due to their large torsos.

She looked so beautiful standing there, a little pouty, flipping back her coils of golden hair. He would do anything just to feed Annabelle, despite the fact that the two only knew each for not that long. Annabelle was still a little plump, but there was always room to get bigger… Getting her burgers was a start.

Moments later, the cashier went in the back to get her burgers. He delivered them to the impatient Annabelle in a large paper bag; the disgusting smell of the burgers wafting through the air. Annabelle giggled, taking the bag, handing the cashier more money than the food cost. "You can keep the change," she reassured him. "And thank you for the burgers. Hopefully, you won't mind if I stay here and eat? I'd rather not eat at home; while I'm here, I might as well, right?"

The cashier nodded. "Yes, of course. We're getting ready to close up, anyways."

Disregarding what he said, Annabelle spoke. "I don't usually eat this late at night. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

It made the cashier wonder how it must be like to live with SSBBW goddess Emilee; it made him wonder, especially what it'd be like to have her as a mother.

"It's fine."

She plopped herself in a seat closest to the burger joint, where the young man at the counter had the best view of Annabelle. She immediately took out several burgers as soon as she set the bag on the table, and began eating rather piggish. Annabelle never really ate like this before, but something about all this…all this food…made Annabelle want to eat even faster. Now she understood how her mother feels about food, how desperate she was to lick a plate clean. How much Maya wanted to stuff her belly with food. Annabelle enjoyed this feeling, the feeling of getting fuller, faster.

She couldn't help but moan by the time she reached her fourth burger. The honky-tonk burger joint suddenly tasted a lot better than it did with Maya moments ago. This was a different feeling, something new. Annabelle wasn't sure whether to dislike her ravenous behavior or to embrace it. But she couldn't stop, even when she hit her sixth burger she was still a bit puckish.

How long had she been hiding this appetite? Certainly, this appetite came from her parent's genes. Their deep love for food, their loving for rotund bellies and flabby flesh… Maybe Annabelle was like her parents and Maya all along.

She belched once she finished. Her rosy cheeks turned even redder, noticing that her tummy was poking through her blouse. Shameful, she pulled down her turtleneck over her tummy. But the small amount of pudge still showed through. Fortunately, no one else was there. Except for the cashier who still watched Annabelle with growing interest.

"Um…"

"Sorry." His cheeks turned a little red too.

Did he just blush at her?

"I'll be going now anyways," said Annabelle. She got up the chair, pushing it behind her.

The cashier waved a little, timid. He sighed when she didn't even notice.

With a smile, Annabelle left as lithe as she came. The cashier remembered when she first entered the mall, bustling around with her friend—or who he thought was her friend—in the food court. Her friend was pretty, but not naturally pretty like Annabelle is. He didn't understand why suddenly she was hungry with her gone…and with them alone. He never seen girls eat so much yet so…politely at the same time. She seemed pretty timid like him, but her quietness shed away as soon as she bit into her first burger and let out her first moan. She seemed a little bigger too from all those burgers, the cashier noticed. Maybe a little bit more pudgier in the abdomen, and the small moans she made as she waddled away conveyed that she had a tummy ache. He wished he could rub it for her.

The cashier shook his head a little, trying to dispel of the thought. Get a hold of yourself, Kev. She's just a girl.

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"I'm so full," Annabelle groaned to her parents. By now, Annabelle didn't seem to mind their fleshy bodies. Both her mother and father were sprawled out on the floor, over two thousand pounds of their fat occupying their bedroom. Emilee, her mother, groaned as she tried to reach for her navel. Her father belched, not even bothering to say excuse me. The two were covered in piles of wrappers left from their sweets and fast-food the servers have been bringing to them day by day, not bothering to clean up the mess.

Annabelle knew compared to what her parents ate, her fullness was nothing. She hoped she could get sympathy from them. Maybe her father will give her a tummy rub, just like he did when she was little. Annabelle was sure she outgrew her father's rubs, but on an occasion she still saw him caress her mother Emilee's tummy. Maybe he could do the same for her.

"We're sorry, love," said Annabelle's father, trying to express his empathy. He let out another belch, leisurely.

"Our mobility is a bit…limited right now, sweetheart," Emilee tried to explain. Annabelle listened to their heavy breathing, watching their large bellies rise and fall with every breath.

Annabelle gave her parents a slight roll of the eyes. "But I have a tummy ache," she whined. "And I really don't want the valets to touch my tummy." She plunked herself down at the edge of their bed, so soft and luscious. It was humungous, meant for whopping gainers like her parents. The bedstead was strong enough to sustain all their weight.

She flopped over on the mattress, her small roll of plumpy pudge poking out of her blouse. She rubbed at her tummy, achingly. Her belly was so tender, the slightest touch caused pain. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to eat those six burgers from that burger joint. But she was so full, fuller than she's been in such a long, long time . . .

"It hurts," she continued to moan.

Her father was intrigued. "How much did you eat, Anna?"

"It was just one burger," Emilee joked to her husband. "You know our daughter never been much of an eater—let alone, a gainer."

A tentative hand ran through Annabelle's hair. "That's what I wanted to talk you guys about, too."

Emilee furrowed her brows, brushing the crumbs from her bosom. "About gaining?" she asked between chews. Annabelle didn't notice where her mother had gotten the French fries from, but she didn't bother asking. She knew her parents had their ways with the food circuit.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Well, you certainly look bigger than you did a month ago," her father observed. "I think that's great you want to be a gainer. You know your mother and I will support you."

Annabelle bit her lip, hard. Did she really want to be a gainer? Or did she feel pressured to because of her parents? She still wanted to know what it was like to have piles and piles of lard, so flabby and rich . . . Then there was a longing to feel the cashier's beer-belly paunch at the fast-food restaurant . . . Annabelle shook her head, trying to dispel of the thought. What was happening to her; why did she suddenly feel this way?

"Of course," she agreed, sweetly.

Annabelle didn't remember exactly how she put on weight from then to now. She knew she's been binging on an occasion with Maya, so that may have triggered few pound weight gains. Months earlier, Annabelle would have considered herself skinny. Now she was chubby and plump from all those errands and sprees with Maya. "It's not like you exercise either, chica," Annabelle remembered her telling her at the mall in the food court. "It's bound to happen eventually. I don't get why you're so indifferent about it."

"I still have a tummy ache," Annabelle reminded her parents' moments later. She began to caress at her stretchmarks, already loving her growing tummy. "And…I'm hungry."

END OF PART ONE. PART TWO COMING SOON!