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Angela's farm, Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2023-05-08 19:26:37 +0000 UTCDing.
Ding.
Ding.
With great effort, Olivia found her phone on the bedside table. After several failed attempts, she finally opened her eyes and focused on the screen. It was a message from Hannah. She appeared to have sent her some grocery list.: half a pound of bacon, half a pound of ham, half a dozen eggs, and half a loaf of bread.
"Cooking dinner for half a family?" Olivia typed, making a wild guess.
As if on cue, the video chat opened, and Hannah's face filled the screen. "Hey, lazy bones, that was my breakfast. What's up with you? You should have been stuffing your face already!"
Olivia tried to figure out why. Then she remembered. The next question swirling around her sleepy head was why a fattening contest had seemed like such a great idea the night before. "Shouldn't we keep it a secret how much we eat?"
“C'mon! It’s only fun if we do it together. I've been eating for an hour, and you haven't even had breakfast yet. That’s not fair!”
Olivia looked at the blonde girl's pouting lips. Fine, her new friend wanted to have some fun. She definitely shouldn't be the one to ruin it. She tried her best early morning version of reassuring smile.
"I'm on my way to drink a half-gallon of heavy cream before breakfast. It's the dairy farm method.”
Hannah’s face brightened. "That sounds great! Keep me posted, Liv. I think I'm going to have some more snacks then. See you and don't let me down." The call ended.
"You're on your way to have a half-gallon of cream before breakfast?" Sarah mumbled from the other corner of the room. She was sitting on her bed, rubbing her eyes. "And, Liv?" She pronounced 'Liv' as if she had found two rats in her bed. No, that would probably only make her happy as she would adopt them as her pets. She pronounced it like she had two rats in her mouth. Eating salad. Yuck.
Olivia put her phone away and closed her eyes. "If anyone asks, I'm right now opening the doors to the creamery.”
“I thought you two were just teasing each other.”
“I thought so too, but Hannah seems to be into the whole 'summer of unexplored gains' thing. Hmm, it might actually be fun if I think about it," Olivia mused, realizing that she was getting very hungry.
"Oh, Olivia, or should I say, Liv, watching your ass expand into gigantic proportions will indeed be hilarious. And Han's too."
"Ha-ha, very funny. I don't see any problem with a few extra pounds. I usually put on some weight during summers anyway."
"Sure, whatever you say," Sarah replied. "Go and drink your half-gallon of cream to gain a few extra pounds, and I'll meet you at breakfast where you'll stuff yourself until you can barely walk. Just like yesterday, and just like tomorrow, and every day after that. Luckily, summer has just started, so you have plenty of time to perfect your routine."
"Sounds good to me," Olivia agreed.
***
When Olivia arrived at the creamery, Jenna was already there, whistling like a fat gremlin and washing some machine parts in a sink.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked when she saw Olivia. "We don't churn butter on weekends. It's seven years of bad luck."
“I just came to get some cream before breakfast. For the competition,” Olivia explained.
“Watch out, girl. Sanders are super sneaky. I learned it the hard way. They let you think you have a chance to win and become Montana's top honcho, then boom, your best friend turns into a 400-pound whale overnight."
"Are you still bitter about it?"
"Yes, I am. I just recently found shorts that fit my gentle bottom so perfectly, and I thought, fantastic, I can enjoy them for a while. But nope, it looks like I'll be looking for a much larger size soon." She took a quick glance at Olivia from head to toe with one eye squinted. "Considering your natural widening qualities, my shorts should fit you quite comfortably in no time. You're a huge asset. And I mean that quite literally. You could become our farm next champion - at least in the new and upcoming fat girls category."
Olivia grimaced. It sounded like she was joining a sports team. At least she didn't have to run or throw a ball at some stupid basket. All the fun things she never wanted to do. She just had to sit and eat large amounts of food, which she was pretty good at.
"Did you know that if you mix a bit of chocolate syrup in the cream, it tastes just like melted ice cream?" she hinted.
"All right. Let me make you one to go."
When Jenna went to the fridge, Olivia pulled out her phone and texted Hannah, "I'm working on my heavy cream strategy."
"Be my guess," Hannah replied. "You have fun with your bevvies, and I'll stick to real food. Round blondes rock and roll far more effectively. Especially the roll part. Google it."
Olivia chuckled. Maybe this thing wouldn't be so bad, she thought just as Jenna returned with a large jug of freshly made chocolate cream shake.
"Wait, I want to take a picture of you pouring it into me. Bring it closer to my lips," Olivia said, extending her arm with her phone.
"Stop acting like a fucking teenager, and start growing your ass," Jenna said, shoving the jug against Olivia's lips and tilting it. Olivia had no choice but to start chugging it down. Of course, she still managed to snap the photo. Hannah would be green with envy. Or whatever color blondes turn when they're envious.
She might have mentioned a half-gallon of cream to Hannah. It was just a figure of speech. She hadn't actually planned on consuming that much. But by the size of her belly at the end, a half-gallon of cream seemed like an fair assessment. She felt incredibly dizzy.
Breakfast wasn't the same as yesterday; it was larger. She wanted to send Hannah a list of everything she ate, but she didn't have the energy to type or even remember. When she couldn't eat anymore, Angela sat down next to her, spreading her enormous wide bottom across two chairs, took a fork, and without any explanation began feeding Olivia an apple pie.
Sarah giggled from across the table. "This is going to be one enormous summer."
"Did you see how that Sanders girl kept mocking you yesterday?" Angela turned to Jenna while continuously stuffing pieces of pie into Olivia's mouth. "It's so easy to fatten up your daughter on lard and then parade her around like some show pig. I'm not placing blame on you, Jenna, but if you weren't skipping snacks, you could be the star of the show, so to speak."
Jenna buried her face in her hands and let out a frustrated sigh. "I already told you, whatever stupid issues you have with her mom aren't my problem. Alyssa has always been a great friend."
"One could say she's become your biggest friend now," Sarah couldn't resist commenting from her side of the table.
"You are not helping, cousin."
Angela looked at her daughter and then at Sarah, narrowing her eyes. "And the other one, the provocative blonde," she continued her tirade, stuffing more pie into Olivia's mouth. "She barely touched my lasagna. It wasn't good enough for her spoiled taste."
Olivia tried to speak up in Hannah's defense, but her mouth was too full. She quickly swallowed, and Angela immediately put another forkful in her mouth.
"Please stop, I'm so full," Olivia mumbled through the pie, covering her mouth with her hand.
Angela turned back with surprise as if only now realizing that Olivia was sitting there, with her cheeks puffed like a hamster.
"I'm sorry, love," she said, gently pushing Olivia's hand away. "It's enough stress for me to deal with one skinny troublemaker." She glanced at grinning Sarah then resumed Olivia's feeding. "And now, Melissa Sanders had to send her daughter over to brag about how well her farm is doing. I won't deny it, she looked really well-fed and healthy, but in you, love, I can see a very healthy girl too. I'll show them how we take care of our own staff. Open your mouth. Big and wide. You're all skin and bones, for heaven's sake."
****
After a refreshing nap, Olivia was ready for lunch as she walked through the kitchen door. Bravely, she polished off three large bowls of spaghetti and two additional plates of leftover lasagna before finding herself in Angela's hands yet again, ending up completely and utterly stuffed with an entire tray of tiramisu.
The remainder of the day became somewhat hazy, and Olivia found herself back at the creamery. It was now late afternoon, deserted as everyone had seemingly disappeared.
Feeling thirsty, she decided to grab a cup of cream, squirt a good amount of chocolate syrup into it, and FaceTime Hannah.
She couldn't quite recall the exact number of times she returned to the fridge for additional refills at Hannah's helpful suggestion, but it was undoubtedly more than a few.
Dinner was just like breakfast and lunch, with the only variation being that it was the largest meal of the day. However, after a day of gradually expanding her belly, Olivia's stomach was unexpectedly accommodating. She was spooning the pasta swimming in a sea of heavy white sauce at an alarmingly fast pace, so much so that even Sarah ended up consuming almost her entire serving without assistance, being hypnotized by the spectacle.
The full truth was that Olivia didn't want to provide Angela with an opportunity to start feeding her because, as she previously discovered, it was impossible to escape. So her only option was to continue stuffing herself without pause. That was so clever. Sure, it worked for a while, but ultimately, she surrendered, still in the middle of devouring a rhubarb pie.
"Your cheeks are finally getting some color," Angela said proudly. "You're starting to look like a true farm girl. Now open your mouth, love. I'm not going to put half a pie back in the fridge."
This routine was repeated every day for the following week, with the addition of incorporating plenty of freshly texturized butter into Olivia's diet between meals. Needless to say, it didn't take very long for her body to respond accordingly.
As many times before, her thighs started puffing out first. Not that they were ever toned, no. But the first sign of what was coming to them was always that new silky and very pleasant layer of puppy-fat before they would start expanding all over. And, of course, her hips and ass would react similarly, if not more so, in order to keep up.
After every Christmas and Thanksgiving, Olivia would be mildly surprised by the fact that her bottom was bigger again, only to quickly forget about it and then be mildly surprised yet again when she would be buying bigger underwear after the next holiday.
She considered herself very lucky because her bras and shirts stayed pretty much the same size since the middle of high school. Unlike her classmate Lily "Hooters" Adamski. Poor girl had to spend all her lunch money buying new bras, and they were not cheap.
The difference this time was that her belly started to look round and squishy even before she had her customary wake-me-up cream shake in the morning. That was a new discovery. She noticed herself playing with it a lot when she was sitting at the table in the creamery testing butter.
Hannah texted and chatted with her multiple times a day. Olivia was surprised at how much she could talk to her new friend and somehow never become bored. That was a new discovery too. Most of her interactions with other people would stall after the first ten minutes. One can only listen to so much chatter about Instagram comments, oh-my-gods, or wrong orders at Starbucks that ruined someone's entire week.
Her roommate Sarah, an embodiment of unpredictable chaos, was of course a rare exception. And while Hannah was quite predictable in her cute attempt to encourage Olivia to keep overstuffing herself more and more under the pretext of their competition, it felt somehow cozy and heartwarming. She looked forward to their chats, and when on Wednesday Hannah didn't respond until the afternoon, she actually became worried. Luckily, it turned out to be Mr. Nelson who had chewed through Hannah's charging cable.
Another week flew by, and the blonde girl boldly claimed she must have gained ten more pounds since they first met.
"You should come and visit me at our farm. How about next weekend? We can have a sleepover and do some sleepover stuffing. And we can weigh ourselves before and then after. I already prepared a spreadsheet, but don't worry, I made your column much wider so your magnificent rear can fit in it. I'm so excited. Hey, why don't you pour yourself another cup of cream? It's very important to stay well-hydrated in this heat."
Olivia, of course, loved the idea. All of it.
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