Special Episode: The Apartment

Sarah's grocery shopping day had come soon, due to the fact she got an apartment. There were so many bright sides to living alone. Nobody judging you for eating a whole cake, the ability to play with your belly in the wide open. It was all magic.

She sat in the corner, stuffing her face from the sun's rise to the sun's setting. Her job was the only time she seemed to leave the corner. That and other special events, like family visiting. To her, eating was a blessing. The ability to add up calories, calorie by calorie was amazing.

She had started a pile of wrappers in her house. They remain there, until someone says they are coming over. That was one of the exact reasons she moved out. Freedom. Her mother had judged her for becoming a pig. It was partially her fault, though.

All of her clothes had become too small for her recently. The average morning, thanks to her new plump belly, consisted of plenty of rips and pops. Unlike other girls, she would awe in amazement at the button, and see how many more she could pop. Beside her dresser, she had a pile of popped buttons. A whopping total of 13 buttons. Those were just the ones from her shirts.

It was her day off. Hard earned, if you ask her. She laid in bed, rubbing her belly. It was big, but so small. Since she had some newly earned freedom and a day off, she came up with the master plan. To get the equipment she needed, she had to look on the loneliest place of all... Craigslist.

The equipment was used, so it was cheap. It came with everything she needed, plus extras. It's seller was an old man, about 70 or 80 years old.
"It's $500. Take it or leave it."
She handed him $500 cash exactly. Like a boss. He counted it out in front of her. You can never be to safe about things. He slid the cash in his pocket and loaded up the fountain in her truck.

As soon as she got home, she rushed to set it up. It was an easy set up. Plug and use. As she plugged it in, the screen lit up in bright colors. The letters stood out more than the colors. The letter read:
RED'S FOUNTAIN DRINKS
It was beautiful; A machine that made drinks with the help of a little pouch. This was the best option for her for many reasons.

1. You can't die from water or alcohol intoxication and your organs won't rupture.
2. It puts on permanent weight from the calories.

She inserted a tube from the dispenser into her mouth. For the moment of truth, she pushed the button and sat back. In her mouth, came a sugary array of fattening liquid. She relaxed as her stomach bloated. Her eyes closed in relaxation. It was great.

Her belly pushed on her jeans and shirt. She became trapped in her clothes, like a prisoner. But soon, she was planning a prison break. She upped the flow of the fountain. It came out 2x as fast. As soon as you know it...

Pop, pop, pop.

She turned off the machine, very satisfied. Her belly had grown so much. As she walked, she could her oceans of soda swish in her stomach. It was a reaffirming sound to her. It always reminded her:
Freedom awaits.

She laid on her bed, and her eyes crept open. She was pretty much sleeping in a trash bag full of junk food. As she opened her eyes for the last time before she slept, she popped a mintoe into her mouth.
Her belly gurgled and expanded. The sound of her belly gurgling was the sound of sucess. For she had grown from a girl.