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Short Story: More Mandy
🕑 Added 2017-10-08 17:01:24 +0000 UTC When I started my Patreon I wanted to offer a way to provide custom content. So I offered a reward tier that said I would write a short story based off any writing prompt. Before I had any Patreons I put out the call on Deviant Art to get a writing prompt to show what sort of content came at that $10 level. I wrote a fun story and a girl Mandy and her struggle to find proper fitting pants. I really liked writing Mandy and a little insight into her roommates Kate and Jackie. I also liked freeing myself from writing a whole story (Beginning, Middle, and End) or writing something episodic with the plot line running through each piece.I had an idea to write more about Mandy, so I've created yet another little vignette with her and her roommates. I did not post the first story on here so you will have to check that out on DA, unless there is a request to post it here as well. But I hope everyone sees the connection between the first story and this one.
More Mandy
*Ding Dong* ‘God who could that be?’ I asked myself as I laid sprawled on my back on my bed, my feet barely resting on the floor. I had just gotten home from work, and was beat to hell, my level of tiredness was off the charts. I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep.
After 15 seconds of silence I heard heavy footfalls pounding below me, headed towards the front door. It must have been Kate, as hers was the only car in the driveway when I had gotten home. Being a good roommate I thought I would go down stairs and see who our visitor was, nothing more awkward than having someone strange in your house and then running into them hours after they’ve been there. Post college Mandy had become accustomed to holeing up in her room being antisocial, so it took great personal strength to go down stairs and mingle with potential strangers. I loved hanging out with my roommates, Kate and Jackie, but it was outsides i’d rather not have to deal with.
“Omph!” Already regretting my decision to get off my bed. The struggle was real, and had been for some time now. I knew I had packed on a few pounds recently, and it didn’t help I was exhausted from work, but it should not have been that hard to get myself up. After putting that sad scenario behind me, I trotted downstairs to see what all the commotion was about.
I couldn’t see past the bannister that blocked the view of the front door, but from the smell that hit my nose I had a good inkling what was going on here. “Pizza again?” I whined as my feet landed on the cool hard wood of the living room floor. Kate was closing the door, swinging around holding several flat white cardboard boxes, and I noticed the delivery boy heading back to his car through one of our windows.
Then all of a sudden, *Boom!* I watched as the front door slammed open, almost careening into Kate's plush behind, speaking of which seemed like it was bigger than ever especially in those black tights. Jackie power waddled in carrying some taxed plastic grocery bags like nothing had happened. “Perfect timing!” My full figured roommate cheered as she placed her bags on the center island in the kitchen, right next to the boxes of pizza Kate had just unloaded. The busy worker bees buzzed around the kitchen as I just stood there dumbstruck waiting for someone to fill me in.
Finally one of them noticed me just standing there. “Mandy, what are you waiting for? You want some pizza?” Jackie asked as she removed the two liter bottles of soda from the shopping bags.
“Well I just…” I couldn't think of the words. I was worried we had been eating too much pizza, but telling that to my roommates was a bit harder than it sounds. “I wish someone would have asked if I wanted pizza before going ahead and ordering it.”
“So you're saying you don't want any pizza then?” Kate asked me, curling her lips into a knowing devilish smile.
I paused before showing proof I had no willpower over tasty food. “Well of course I do!” I huffed, grabbing on of the boxes and lifting the top off to see what cheesy goodness laid inside. “But you guys didn't even ask what I wanted, how rude.” I was being a sour puss so I had to make a stink over something.
“Yeah right, like we need to.” Jackie chuckled before Kate joined in as they mocked me in unison. “Hawaiian with extra cheese, and orange soda.” Jackie as if on command unsheathed a two liter of orange soda from one of her bags as if she needed to prove their point further.
“Ok fine, I guess I’m a little predictable.” I grumbled as I grabbed my pizza and soda, scowling at my roommates. If I didn't already feel fat today I was going to after this meal for sure. “Hey wait, what's with all these extra boxes?” My sleuthing abilities we're on point today as I noticed more than just our normal three pizza boxes.
“Oh just a few extras. Everything looked so tasty when I was ordering I thought I'd get a couple of snackers.” Kate showing her over indulgent side. She started checking the smaller boxes to remind herself of what exactly she ordered. “This one is cheesy bread, this one is garlic, and this one is cinnamon! I'll just bring them into the living room for us to share.” Kate said grabbing as many boxes as she could and shuffling her way past me to our normal dining spot, the couch.
Again I was able to catch a good view of my roommates booty as she waddled past. Kate had been quite the chubster in college when we landed as roommates freshman year. She was a cute girl and the pounds fit her well, giving her pleasant curvy form. But the freshmen 15 found her quick and soon those curves we're starting to expand. Now that Kate was out of college her eating habits had not changed and it was easy to see the results. If only I was able to admit that my eating habits were just the same and I wasn’t the small scrawny teen I used to be.
I parked my rear on the couch, eager to have my first slice of warm pizza. I don't know what it was, I knew all these empty calories we're going to my waist, but it felt so worth it to indulge and indulge often.
All three of us ate our pizzas as a show played on TV and we chit chatted about our days. Something Kate said got my mind thinking about how we didn't used to always order this much pizza. Splitting two pies was always more than enough, but eventually we were all left wanting that last slice left in the box. So we made the jump to everyone getting their own, that way we could get what wanted, and everyone got enough.
But enough wasn't enough any more I guess. I still had two slices left, but here I was reaching for the cinnamon sticks and asking the girls if they wanted any. “Nah I'm good, I've just been eyeing that cheesy bread.”
Kate jumped in with her preference too. “I was really hoping for the garlic bread, so that's good with me.” So just like second nature I started to pull apart the cinnamon sticks and dunk them in generous amounts sweet icing. *Plop plop plop* one by one the treat disappeared into my belly.
Now I was starting to feel full, but there was still food in front of me so I couldn't be done quite yet. It was no wonder my belly was spilling into my lap, fighting to escape the bottom hem of my shirt, I was eating way too much.
The cinnamon sticks we're gone so it was time to finish my pizza. After giving my belly a little comforting rub I felt like I had the room to fit two more slices, not to mention the last third of this two liter of orange soda. Everything was going according to plan, the last bite of pizza was in my mouth and I was draining the last of the soda as the flavors mixed down my throat. The pressure in my stomach was getting tight, but it was well worth it.
But then all of a sudden the pressure eased, but there was also a deafening ping as a button shot off my pants and hit the edge of the TV. Four sets of eyes turned to me as my freed belly oozed forward easing the metallic zipper down my lap. My belly finally won the war against my shirt as well and pushed the hem up a couple of inches as my pale flesh surged forward.
The room was silent, as my eyes darted back and forth between my roommates. Finally Jackie broke the silence. “If you can find the button I can sow it back on, but in my history, once broken they never quite fit again.” Her attention was already back on the cheesy bread she was half way though.
And just like that everything returned to normal like nothing had happened. It helped this wasn't the first time there was a wardrobe malfunction during a meal. It had happened to all of us at least a few time, and sadly it was starting to become more and more commonplace.
I found that button eventually and Jackie did sow it back on, but she was right, those pants never buttoned again for me.
