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Iris was a perfectly ordinary high school student...

She looked down at the words she had written and rolled her eyes. She really was an ordinary highschool student, but that didn't mean she couldn't be annoyed at the fact. She sighed, crumpled up the piece of paper and started writing again.

Iris was indeed more or less ordinary. Average, even. But she didn't mind. Long blonde hair, pale complexion, glasses, freckles, all that stuff. Fair enough. She was, however, rather... well, her friends liked to use the word 'curvy' but Iris herself saw no reason in beating about the bush. She was chubby, plain and simple. Occasionally she got poked fun at, but she certainly didn't give a crap. Mostly she was just a face in the crowd.

Truthfully, though, she liked her figure, 'curves' and all. Sometimes when she was alone, she would strip down to her underthings and sit in front of a mirror, just rubbing and squishing her tummy. It sent shivers down her spine just thinking about it. As well as thinking about some of her deeper fantasies, the sort she would never even dream of indulging...

She was broken out of her reverie when someone sat down next to her. That was a bit surprising. She looked up at him,l taking his features in. He was tall and dark, with features suggesting mixed Eurasian ancestry. He was wearing high-quality clothes, too, suggesting a family that was reasonably well off.

Iris cleared her throat. "Can I help you?" she said.

"Maybe," he said, getting comfortable but keeping a respectable difference. "Or maybe I can help you."

Iris was silent for a moment.

"I have mace," she said.

His face paled somewhat. "No need for that, I'm sure," he said. He looked over his shoulder and dropped his voice. "If I'm wrong, I'll go away and never talk to you again. But... are you 'HR Luv2stuff'?"

Iris felt her face turn bright red. He was dead on the money. That was, indeed, the handle she had chosen for herself at a very particular internet forum. She didn't think anyone knew about that...

"I'm not trying to blackmail you or anything, I promise," he said. "I just... I go there too. I'm 'Wonderchef 9000'."

That certainly got her attention. She didn't know him personally, of course, but the name was familiar. Mostly a lurker, but he did post on occasion.

"Talk," she said, scooting closer to him so that she could drop her voice a bit more. "If I don't like what I'm hearing, I've still got-"

"Mace, I know," he said, leaning in. "Look, we haven't really met, but I've seen you around. We share a couple of classes. I'm in the back row of Mr. Ramsbottom's history class?"

Iris gave a brief nod. Now that he mentioned it, she did recognize him.

"Your name's... Maxwell, right?"

"Just Max is fine, thanks," he said. "And you're Iris. Can we go somewhere private to talk?"

Iris gave the immediate area a quick scan. The cafeteria was not exactly private, and even if they whispered, she couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't be heard. "Meet me in the back of the library after lunch," she said. "In the reference section, nobody goes back there."

Max nodded. "See you there, then," he said, as he scooted off.

Once he was gone, Iris allowed herself a smile.

Well then. This was potentially interesting.

~*~

The reference section of the library was, indeed, abandoned. Iris would not have been surprised to see a tumbleweed roll out from between the stacks. She had been sitting there for the better part of ten minutes, pretending to read a book on the history of the Zulu Empire. She would never have admitted it, but she was nervous. She wasn't worried about her safety; she could handle herself. A boy had grabbed her boob the previous year and she had broken his nose, earning her a suspension from the principal and a fruit basket from the rest of the faculty.

As minute eleven ticked past, she heard footsteps approaching and set aside the book she had been so studiously not reading. Max stepped out, peering over his shoulder.

"Alright, we're here," said Iris, gesturing for him to take a seat. "So what's all this about?"

He seated himself on the ground across from her before he began.

"So I've been lurking at the Belly Brigade forum for... awhile now," he said. "Longer than I've been active. I just loved reading all the stories, the fantasies... but yours in particular really caught my eye."

Iris felt herself blush again, but smiled a bit despite. She had always been very frank about the sorts of things she fantasized about. Being loaded with filling meals, letting herself get bigger and bigger... and, of course, having a friend there to make it happen, enable her, provide her with all of the delicious calories she could ever dream of.

Of course, she got a lot of messages from creeps begging to stuff her. Most of whom could barely spell "stuff". She summarily ignored all of them.

"This is going to make me sound really bad," he said. "But I kind of picked up on some things you said and... I got kind of an idea as to who you are. Nothing too obvious, but when you made that post calling Thomas Edison a hack... well, it was very similar to that essay you presented."

"That was a fun class," said Iris, smiling. "And so what do you want with me, she asked rhetorically?"

"Well, you know," he said, looking up. "I've... wanted to do the sorts of things we've posted about all my life. And... I have the means to make it happen. I don't like to publicize it, but my family is... reasonably well-off. I have the resources. I just need... well, I just need you."

Iris's knee-jerk reaction was to tell him to take a long walk off a short pier, but... he was cute. He was earnest. And there was something about him that she found endearing.

"So you want to stuff me," she said. "This isn't magic stuffy fantasy land, you know. There's concerns."

"I can take care of that," he said. "Your health will be looked after, I'll provide you any sort of care you need... and all the food you can dream of. I don't want to name names, but my mom is a chef of some renown, and she's taught me everything she knows. And she goes on long business trips to open restaurants all over the country, so we'll have my place to ourselves a lot. So... what do you say? Want to give it a try? I mean... how often do we have a chance to bring our greatest fantasy to life?"

Iris thought about this long and hard. The logical part of her brain was telling her no. She barely knew this guy. He could be measuring himself up for his brand new Iris suit as they spoke. But... he was right about one thing. This was a fantasy that she had dreamed of for as long as she had a sex drive.

"...Alright," she said. "I'll do it."

"That's alright," said max. "It was kind of a long shot, anyw- what?"

"I'll do it," said Iris, smirking at him. "I'll let you stuff me."

"...wow," he said, face reddening again. "I... I didn't think you'd go for it. I mean, I was preparing for it, but I didn't think-"

She put a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Don't be so nervous," she said. "I've... never done anything like this before. But you seem cute. So why not, let's go for it."

"Alright, then," said Max, smiling at her as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Give me your number, I'll text you my address. Come by saturday evening, if that works for you? And if anyone asks, you can say you're tutoring me."

"Works for me just fine," said Iris, as she took out her own device and the two swapped information. "And just so you know, I'm telling several people where I'm going, just in case you get the idea to lock me in your basement or something."

"Perish the thought."

~*~

Max lived in what Iris had always thought of as the nice part of town. It was on the edge of the suburbs, in a place that was a little off the beaten path, but not so far that it wasn't walking distance from a bus stop.

It was about the same size as the rest of the suburban homes. Not extravagantly big, as Iris had half-expected when she heard him say "well off". Just enough, she supposed, as she stood before the door. She thought for a moment. This was her last chance to back out, after all. But on the other hand, she'd had a light breakfast and nothing but a protein shake for lunch in preparation for tonight, so.

With that in mind, she knocked at the door. Max answered it in good time, wearing a white apron. "You came," he said, smiling at her. "I... wasn't sure you'd come."

"That makes two of us," said Iris, as she crossed the threshold. "Nice place."

“It's cozy," said Max, gesturing for her to come in. Something inside the house smelled absolutely heavenly.

“So…" said Iris, shuffling her feet. “Nice… weather we're having?"

Max let out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, I'm… this is new territory for me. Everyone in all the bad erotica I consume just seems so confident."

Iris smiled at him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Well, what do you say we get right to it, then?" she said. “I don't know about you, but I'm positively famished."

Max relaxed a little bit. “Now we're talking," he said. “Close your eyes."

Iris did so, and felt Max's hands on her shoulders as he guided her somewhere. The wonderful, savory aroma that permeated the house grew stronger, and she hoped that this meant she was getting close to its source.

“Alright," said Max. “Open up."

Iris opened her eyes. Then she rubbed them, unable to believe that she was seeing was real. Laid out before her was a magnificent dinner table, laid out with all manner of culinary wonders. Thick, juicy ham steaks, savory roasted potatoes, steaming vegetables, freshly-baked breads, and so many more things, so much that her eyes couldn't take them all in.Though they couldn't help but catch sight of, set aside, a half-dozen chocolate cupcakes with, of course, rainbow sprinkles. Her mouth was positively watering.

“As I said," said Max, pacing around the table. “My mom taught me well. And it's all for you."

“It's… it's incredible," said Iris, unable to look away. “I… I don't know where to start," she said.

Slowly, Max approached her, picking a fork up off the table and spearing a wedge of potato with it, all without breaking his stride.

“You leave that to me," he said, offering her the potato. She picked up the scent of fresh garlic, herbs and cheeses wafting off of it, and almost automatically, she closed her eyes and opened up her mouth. She felt the potato touch her tongue, and savored it for just a moment before biting down.

Iris had eaten a lot of potatoes in her time, but this was nothing like any of them. This was the ur-potato, the god-emperor of potatoes, the One Potato To Rule Them All. It was cooked to perfection, golden and crispy on the outside, light and fluffy on the inside, and seasoned just so, with a rich, herbal flavor and just the faintest touch of spiciness. She opened her eyes as she swallowed, and shivered in delight.

“That was," she stammered, “I… I just can't find the words."

“Then let me choose a couple for you," said Max, pulling out a chair for her. “Bon apetit?"

As Iris settled down into the chair, every bit of residual doubt that she was having vanished in a puff.

“Max?" she said, looking up at him. “Feed me."

“With pleasure," he said, and pushed a plate toward her.

~*~

Iris wasn't sure how much time had passed. She was slumped back in her chair, and she was thanking her lucky stars that she had remembered to bring her stretchiest yoga pants. The table before her was empty, and her stomach was full. Very, very full. Her shirt was no longer adequate to keep it completely covered, and she didn't even try. She ran her hands in circles over it, feeling its newfound bulk in what felt like an almost post-orgasmic haze. Max was currently washing the dishes, humming happily to himself as he did so.

“Max?" said Iris, not looking up.

“Mm?" he replied.

“Drop what you're doing, get over here, and rub my belly."

He did not need to be told twice. In a flash, he was kneeling by her side, head resting against her middle while he ran a hand over it.

“Oh wow," he said. “You're so… so…"

“Full," said Iris, dreamily. “You did this. This is all you. And it feels amazing…"

“Not as amazing as it was watching you put it away," said Max. “I admire a girl with a healthy appetite."

“You don't say," said Iris, shivering as Max rubbed and nuzzled her tummy. “I don't suppose you mind if I crash here tonight? I'm disinclined to move too far at the moment, as I'm sure you can imagine."

“I considered that possibility and made up the guest bedroom in anticipation," said Max. “I do hope that wasn't too presumptuous of me."

“Maybe a little bit," said Iris, patting him on the head. “But I'm inclined to forgive you at the moment."

~*~

The next morning, Iris woke up to the smell of waffles. Waffles that had never even seen a toaster. She quickly pulled herself out of bed - with a bit more effort than it usually took - and ambled out to the kitchen, where breakfast was ready. It was nothing like as extravagant as dinner had been the night before, but still rather impressive. She picked up a glass of orange juice and downed it just as Max came back in.

“Was that fresh squeezed?" she asked.

“You insult me by suggesting I'd serve you otherwise," he replied, as she sat down to dig in.

Breakfast was enjoyed with as much gusto as the preceding meal. Not much talk was exchanged; Iris had better things to do with her mouth, and Max just enjoyed watching her.

“So," she said, as she finally pushed her plate away. “I had the time of my life last night, and I'm guessing you did too."

Max simply smiled and nodded.

“So what do you say we make this a regular thing?" she said, leaning forward. “Same time next week?"

“I would love that," said Max. “I can promise you that you will be very well taken care of, in every sense of the word."

“Looking forward to it," she said, raising her empty glass in salute.

~*~

The following Saturday, Iris was at Max's house once again, and another magnificent dinner was waiting for her. She consumed it with just as much gusto as she had the first. The weeks after that were much the same, except that after some time, the two of them had enjoyed it so much that they bumped it up to twice a week, with Iris going home with Max during the week to help “tutor" him.

All of the “tutoring" was certainly having an effect on her. She had been chubby before. Now, she was positively huge. She never weighed herself - the numbers weren't important after all - but she had definitely packed on a considerable number of pounds. Her limbs had thickened considerably, her bust had gone up a full cup size, and her belly had almost doubled in its girth, a huge, squishy behemoth that preceded her wherever she went.

Of course, people talked. They always did; it was a high school. High school students were now known for their sensitivity, and the whispers and jokes that tended to follow in her wake bothered her not one bit. She loved it, and so did Max.

Their arrangement had been going on for a little over two months now, and it had yet to lose any of its luster. Max never tired of feeding her, and Iris loved packing on the pounds just as much as she had on that first day.

She had just finished up her latest feast, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin as Max rested his head against her belly, as he usually did. She looked down at him and smiled. He really was adorable.

“Max?" she said, as she ran a hand through his hair.

“Mm?" he said, eyes still blissfully shut.

“This feels pretty great, doesn't it?" she said.

“You know it does," he replied, giving her a pat.

“So how'd you like to do something else that feels great?"

That broke him out of his reverie. He fell back onto his ass, and she let out a laugh as he scrabbled back to his feet.

He looked like he couldn't decide what to say. After a minute or so, he finally settled on “What?"

“Do you know what I do after our sessions?" said Iris, rubbing her belly suggestively. “I go home, lie in bed, and diddle myself raw. And don't lie. I bet you do something similar. “

Max flushed red, unable to bring himself to answer. He just nodded.

“Thinking about how stuffed I am, how big I've gotten, how much bigger I can get," Iris continued. “You can't imagine how much it turns me on. And it hit me. Why shouldn't we enjoy it together?"

Max swallowed audibly. Iris knew he wanted her, but she expected a token resistance. He was a gentleman, after all. “Are… are you sure?" he said. “I mean, I've always tried my best to respect your boundaries…"

“And now I want you inside my boundaries," said Iris, grinning wolfishly.

“I… erm, don't have any protection, though," he said, shuffling his feet. Iris scoffed.

“I don't care," she said, peeling off her shirt. She had forgone a bra. It had just felt too constraining. Her breasts had grown considerably in volume, flopping down over her belly as she pulled them out, and her belly hung down low over the waistband of her pants. She gave it a slap, feeling waves run through it.

“I am going to go to the bedroom," she said, as she pushed herself to her feet. “You are going to join me there, and once you do, you are going to kiss me, lick me, caress me, worship my body, and then make love to me until neither of us can feel our legs. Am I understood?"

Max nodded once again.

“Good," she said, turning around and tossing her shirt over her shoulder. “I'll meet you there in two minutes. Don't be late."

~*~

Their meetups continued the same as they ever had, except that now they took on a whole new ending. This had gone on for another month, until one morning, before breakfast, Iris found herself retching her guts out. One trip to the pharmacy later, the little stick that Iris had acquired and peed on confirmed what they already suspected.

Rather than being upset or anxious, Iris was enthused. After all, over the next few months, she could look forward to getting even bigger, and what's more, she would get to eat for two. The two of them smiled, and shared a thought.

This was going to be good.

~*~

Summer came and went, and the school year started anew. It was a fairly average day in the school cafeteria.

Iris had continued to grow over the months leading up to the end of the school year, and she remained a favorite topic of the school's rumor mill. The summer break had done nothing to g to quell this.

A hush fell over the room as the doors pushed open, and a figure began to waddle into the room. Had this been an old-timey cartoon, each one of her steps would have been accompanied by a miniature earthquake.

Iris had been huge before the summer break. Now, words completely failed to describe her. People almost couldn't see her because she was in the way.

Ever since she had learned of her pregnancy, her appetite had grown exponentially. She was almost as wide as the door frame, and her bulk protruded forward almost as much as it did to either side. She had no idea exactly how much she weighed at this point, because she had broken the scale. Max's cooking abilities were more than up to the task of keeping up with her appetite, and it showed on every inch of her body. And if that hadn't been enough, she was nearing the tail-end of her pregnancy, causing her gargantuan belly to protrude out even more. She was wearing her usual stretchy yoga pants - which had to be specially ordered by now - and a top that just about managed to protect her modesty. She had given up on even trying to cover her middle, and she didn't care who saw it. And judging by the smile she constantly wore, she had never been happier.

Max was by her side, of course. He almost always was. But he was easy to miss, because she drew looks wherever she went. As the two of them ambled toward the counter, people got out of the way.

“You sure you want to get something from the cafeteria today?" said Max.

“I know, I know, I'm slumming it," she said, as she loaded up a tray with one of everything, as well of two of a few favorites. “But I can't wait until after school. Junior needs something now."

“If you say so," said Max, giving her belly a quick rub, eliciting a giggle.

They went to their usual table in the corner. Iris had taken it upon herself to reinforce the seat a bit.

“How're you feeling?" said Max, as he speared a grape with his fork and popped it into her mouth.

“Still a bit crampy and bloaty," said Iris, patting her stomach. “I think the fried calamari last night may have been a mistake. A delicious mistake." She grinned as she accepted a carrot stick from him. “I'll be fine. I just need to- ow, what the-"

She suddenly gripped her stomach with both hands and winced as she felt a massive cramp nearly split her in two. She wondered if she could make it to the bathroom before something embarrassing happened, when she felt something wet around her crotch.

“Oh, man," she said, rubbing her sore belly with one hand as she felt the spreading wet spot on her crotch with the other. “Did I just wet my pants? Ow…"

“...Babe?" said Max, his face suddenly oddly pale. “Remember yesterday afternoon, when your stomach was hurting?"

“Yes?" said Iris, confused.

“And you said it was probably just indigestion and nothing to worry about?"

“I did say that."

“What if it wasn't indigestion?"

“What else could it-" Realization gripped Iris at the exact same moment that another intense pain did, and with this one came a feeling of extreme pressure within her. “Oh balls. I'm in labor."

“I think you've been in labor," said Max, getting up and gripping her hand. “Come on, we have to get you out of here."

With some difficulty, Iris tried to get to her feet, but let out a shrill cry as another contraction hit her. Everyone turned to look in her direction, and a small crowd was beginning to gather around her.

“I can't," she said, groaning as she bent double. “It's happening. Right now!"

Murmurs began to run through the crowd as Iris slunk into a sitting position on the floor, her massive belly visibly tightening, sending vibrations through her soft flesh. When it passed, she looked around at the onlookers, and an annoyed look crossed her features.

“Somebody help me get these pants off!" she shrieked, lifting her legs as best she could, which was not very well. A pair of young girls sprung into action, gripping the waistband of her yoga pants and tugging hard. It was difficult, as the sodden material clung to her skin quite readily. She felt her belly flop down as the pants finally gave way. She felt Max gripping her hand.

“I… I need help," she cried out. “I have to… I have to do something… but I can't do it myself!"

Max took one of her hands and squeezed it, looking around at the crowd once again. He looked at the two girls who had removed her pants.

“Lift her legs!" he said, gesturing frantically. “Um, please. And somebody give me something to put behind her head!"

A wadded-up letterman jacket was provided by an unseen hand, as each girl took a foot in their hands and, with some effort, spread Iris's tree trunk-thick legs apart.

“Nngh… I can feel it, it's coming!" she cried, trying not to squirm. “My… my belly's in the way…"

A tall boy in a basketball uniform approached her from the side that Max was not occupying and wrapped his arms around her middle, lifting some of her great bulk up and revealing her bulging nethers to the world. But she was beyond worrying about embarrassment at this point.

“Max?" she said, turning her head.

“Yes?" he said, holding her hand more tightly.

“Feed me… please?" she said. “It hurts so much… I need something else to think about..."

Max nodded, tugging her lunch tray closer and grabbing a bag of fries. She gave him a smile as he fed them to her, one at a time, as the pressure built more and more This was it, it was happening now. Iris swallowed heavily, screwed up her face and pushed. The crowd of students that were positioned in front of her all gasped.

“I can feel it!" she said between mouthfuls. “It's coming!"

Max nodded, offering her a straw, which she drank from greedily before bearing down again.

“You can do this," he said, offering her a slice of apple. “I've seen you put away an entire pizza in one sitting. Compared to that, having a baby should be easy."

Iris laughed. She could feel the baby descending, faster and faster, getting closer. She knew that she just had to help it on the way. And so she did, pushing harder and harder.

“Oh my god!" one of the onlookers yelled. “Something… something's coming out!"

The two girls holding her legs spread them further apart as Iris bore down. One of them looked down.

“The head's crowning!" she said. “It's got a lot of hair! You can do this!"

Iris nodded, gripping Max's hand hard as she pushed again and again. The crowd was beginning to chant. “Push! Push! Push!" She kind of wanted to tell them to shut up and let her work, but she was too focused between pushing and eating to spare any effort toward that. Finally, after one huge effort, she felt something give.

“Here come the shoulders!" said one of the leg-holders. “You're almost there, come on, you can do this!"

Iris looked over at Max, meeting his eyes. And the two of them shared shared a smile, all of the noise around them drowned out . She counted down from three in her head, and pushed hard, feeling her muscles squeeze and her pussy burn, until finally, a sharp cry broke through the haze, and everyone began to applaud.

As the world came into focus again, she saw the basketball player handing the squirming baby over to her, wrapped in a towel. “It's a girl," he said, as she accepted the bundle and looked into her daughter's eyes for the first time.

“I know what you're thinking," said Iris, as she rocked her gently. “I bet you're hungry." The baby gave a little gurgle that, to Iris, seemed to be in agreement. She wasted no time in hiking up her shirt a bit and letting the baby latch onto one swollen teat.

“Looks like she's got my eyes and your appetite," said Max, kissing Iris on the cheek.

Iris laughed, looking up at him. “Yeah," she said. “You know what I need now?"

Max put an arm around her and leaned into her soft shoulder. “What's that?" he asked, although he suspected he knew the answer.

“A long bath and a nice soft bed," said Iris. “And after that… I'm thinking tacos."