Stuffed Again

It was a beautiful day at Breanne’s house, as she hops cheerfully 
out of bed and into the shower. She s been looking forward to this 
day for a long time because its her high school reunion and she has 
been working intensely for a whole month to get down to her old 
high school weight. Through strenuous exercise and crash dieting, 
she has been able to attain that goal. After a warm shower, she 
looks at herself in the mirror and admires her svelte body, 
especially her well-toned stomach. She decides to continue her fast 
until tonight despite the loud grumbling sound coming from her 
stomach. Feeling nostalgic, she decided to wear the same clothes 
she wore in high school. She slipped on her school T-shirt and pair 
of out of style button-fly jeans. Then she puts on her school jacket 
and buttons it up. The clothes fit amazingly well, even better than 
when she originally wore them. She reaches for her new perfume 
she bought for a special occasion and takes a big whiff. Her 
nostrils fill with the sweet smell of pancakes. "Wait a minute" she 
thinks to herself. "That smell is coming from downstairs." She 
immediately runs down to the kitchen, only to find stacks of 
perfectly cooked pancakes sitting on a table. Monica sneaks up 
behind her and says "Hello, Breanne. I m here to get you ready for 
tonight." Monica picks up a plate of pancakes and started toward 
Breanne until she backs her against the wall. "No way! I m not 
going stuff myself this time, Monica." She said. "And I m sure that 
if you think about it, fattening me up just for petty revenge is just 
plain silly." Breanne says convincingly as Monica started to lower 
the plate. "Now Monica, if you really think about it, do you really 
want to stuff me?" Monica smiles devilishly and says "Hell yeah!" 
She stuffs a pancake into Breanne’s mouth and the vixen was 
enthralled in its savory flavor. "Okay, okay I admit the that 
pancakes are really delicious but I really can t eat too much more." 
Monica ignores her and just continues to feed her one pancake 
after another, much to Breanne’s hidden delight. "Okay, okay one 
more bite and that s it for me" Breanne says repeatedly but to no 
avail. Her once thin stomach began to expand as the buttons on her 
school jacket began to pop one by one. She was enjoying each and 
every bite of these tasty cakes, and Monica gleefully took pictures 
of her gluttony. Then she stops feeding her, as Breanne stares at 
her curiously. "This is wrong." Monica says. "What was I thinking, 
feeding you these pancakes." Breanne continues to stare at her 
waiting for the catch to her statement. " I forgot the toppings." She 
lathers the pancakes with fruit, ice cream, and whip cream, as 
Breanne stands there patiently with her mouth watering. "Really, I 
can t eat all of this." She says. "I m on a diet." But the feeding 
continues anyway, as her button fly jeans began to pop its buttons 
one by one with great amount of force. "Okay, I think that should 
just about do it." Monica says while gently rubbing Breanne’s 
stomach. "Now your tummy looks like a nice ripe melon." She 
jokes. "See you at the reunion and oh by the way, I won t show 
these pictures of you gorging yourself to anyone. I’ll just save it 
for all the fans who visit The Round House ." Breanne, who was 
trying to disguise her utter enjoyment of that huge breakfast, went 
in front of a mirror and started rubbing her nicely round stomach. 
"Oh well, there is always the next high school reunion." She says 
with a huge smile.