As hungry as she had been the night before, and in her dream, Lana found that she didn't feel like breakfast. She thought this a good thing. Her stomach was still full, and poking out a good inch or two more than usual, from yesterday's gluttony. She kept having to tug her tank top down as her lower tummy kept peeking out, and adjusting the waistband of the sweat pants she wore to bed. Even if it was just a food baby, Lana noticed the jiggling around her middle more than usual. She had come to accept it, even if she hated it, with the knowledge that once she got back on her feet and eating healthy again she would have her flat stomach back in no time.
But the nightmare, even it seemed ridiculous while awake, really did both her. She could remember the feeling of her body filling with fat as if it had really happened.
Thank god I'm still too full to keep eating. I just hope I can get the tests down at work, she thought to herself.
Lana took a quick shower, did her hair and make up, and went to get dressed. As her weight had crept a good ten pounds in the last few months of unemployment Lana was used to finding out things didn't quite fit right anymore. A few outfits she avoided on instinct. They might fit, but would be far too tight. So when she grabbed the same pair of jeans she had worn yesterday she expected the usual struggling and wiggling to get them on. She got them on, but it took more work than usual. First she had to really tug on them to get them over her thighs. Then when she reached her ass they almost stopped dead in their tracks. She twisted and pulled, jumping up and down, grunting with frustration, until finally she pulled them over.
She saw in the mirror that they looked as tight around her rear as they felt. It didn't look right, the way her ass was rounding out, even when crammed into overly tight jeans. She pouted, not pleased, and then became outright angry when she tried to button them.
"What the hell?" Lana gasped. Even sucking in, Lana couldn't get her pants more than inch away from closing. "What the hell?" she repeated, louder, with her hands in her hair, furious with herself.
A worried Rachel peeked her head in. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, go away!" Lana snapped. Rachel took one-disapproving, of course-look at Lana's unbuttoned jeans and puffy belly, and pulled her head out of the room.
It's not that it was unexpected. Lana had felt her clothes getting tighter for the last few months. But to outgrow jeans that fit tightly but looked somewhat flattering on her just the day before was a blow. And that damn dream was still fresh in her mind.
Lana compromised with a looser pair, although even those were more snug around her rear than she remembered. She know her stomach was becoming an issue but was a little surprised that she had the start of a muffin top now. She donned another dark, plaid buttoned shirt, although one that wasn't as form fitting as yesterday. Even then it sat tightly around her middle, the buttons straining open to reveal her undershirt when she sat down. And having to once again go out another hole on her belt...
Feeling even less like breakfast, Lana didn't even stop to see what Rachel was eating.
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"I guess we didn't scare you off!" Tammy said, loudly and gleefully. She was no less enthusiastic today than the first day.
"So how are you feeling?" she had her clipboard ready.
"Still kind of full, to be honest," Lana said. They walked to the testing room.
Tammy burst out laughing. "I should think so, that was a lot of chocolate!" Tammy gave Lana's belly a playful pat as they approached the testing table. Lana came close to smacking her for it. "But, um, nothing else to note?" She added with some apprehension.
"Well, actually, when I left here last night I was starving. I went home and pigged out, like I couldn't stop eating," Lana admitted, hoping it did something to explain her currently bloated state.
"O-oh? Are you still hungry?" Tammy's smile faltered. Her eyes darted around Lana. Lana thought she noticed them returning again and again to her stomach and hips, but she chalked it up to her own self-consciousness.
"Oh, god no," Lana said. "But I'm here to eat so I'll eat, don't worry about that," she added quickly.
Tammy laughed, sounding somehow relieved. "That is just fine with us! Your notes yesterday were so useful. The candyologists-"
Lana, feeling stressed and out of sorts all morning, finally laughed with Tammy. "Wait, candyologists? Is that a serious title?"
"Ah, well, we like to have our fun. That's just what we call the scientists who develop our recipes."
Lana sat down, shaking her head. "That just made my day. What, no chocolate today? Are you chocolographers slacking off?"
Instead, today Lana would be testing marshmallow fillings. Another worker wheeled a cart in. With Tammy's help they placed the sames, all in small cups the size of shot glasses. There were at least fifty of them, each with a different shade of pink, all of different consistencies from nearly liquid to solid.
Lana suppressed a groan. The thought of being filled with marshmallow fill ling did not appear to her right then. "Good, I love marshmallow."
"Who doesn't?" Tammy said. "Here are your forms. Please wait a few minutes before filling them out. Let it really sink in, feel it in your mouth, how it tastes, if there's any aftertaste."
Lana nodded. As soon as Tammy left, Lana dug in. She took Tammy's advise, holding each sample in her mouth, really trying to analyze the full effect of each one. She tried to imagine what they would taste like in a truffle, or in a bar.
A dozen samples in, Lana felt full again. She had gotten into a rhythm with eating, analyzing, and recording, and thought she'd be able to last the entire day just on these samples alone. She rubbed her soft, now stuffed, stomach. She leaned back to make her shirt feel less stretched across her middle, since there was nothing she could do for how snug her jeans were getting. Her stomach growled in protest, but Lana soldiered on, gently rubbing her poor belly. She cupped it in her hand, running along the curve that her tightening clothes covered. She tried very hard not to think of the frightening thought that after a few days of this the temporary underbelly yesterday's indulgence caused might become permanent.
Three hours and halfway in, Lana wasn't sure she could go on. Today's testing involved a lot less food than yesterday, and she was eating markedly slower, but it was somehow more filling. Her overindulgence the day before had a lot to do with it, she knew. She slouched in her chair, constantly rubbing her belly as her buttons strained across her front. She felt ridiculous, both in how full she must look, and also at the thought she if she didn't finish she could lose her job. She could picture it now, going home to Rachel, her belly poking out like a slob, admitting she was once again unemployed because she couldn't eat enough.
So Lana pressed on as the fullness and the gurgling increased with each sample. Her stomach now produced a constant stream of gurgling, which she could feel through her shirt. Her stomach did not like what she was filling it with. It rumbled and moved under her hand, forcing out little burps. It didn't feel completely normal, actually. It almost felt like the stuff inside her was collecting together, condensing, bulging in and out...
"Everything okay?" Tammy popped in without Lana noticing. Lana jumped.
"Bwurrp! Oh, god, sorry. Fine, just getting a little full."
"I shouldn't wonder! You worked right through lunch!" Tammy looked Lana up and down. Lana indeed looked exhausted, not to mention bloated. "Mm, in fact-"
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