French Peach 2

Penelope was quickly coming to terms with her growing weight, her growing appetite for junk food, and her growing love of being shameless. Formerly having mocked the fat girls of her campus who dress scantily, she herself was now over 300 pounds and was wearing clothes that showed off plenty of belly, cleavage and butt crack and were so tight that everyone thought she would tear the fabric from her girthy frame every time she moved.

Inversely to her public persona, she still kept up her "humble rural girl" persona whenever her old fashioned parents contacted her to ask how she was doing. They called her twice a week and she tricked them into believing that she was still eating healthy, handmade food, was exercising regularly and was staying far away from the America's overwhelming consumerism. She hadn't figured out how she was going to explain her current state to her parents but she figured that she would think of something. Thankfully, France was so far away that she had months to put it off, or so she thought.

One day, during one call from home, her mother told her that a neighbor had helped them set up a Skype account and that she and her father wanted to have a video chat with her tomorrow. Penelope panicked that her parents would see how fat she had become but she couldn't refuse since that would draw even more suspicion. She quickly borrowed a web camera and set it up at her desk so that only her face would be visible during the call. The next day she started the Skype conversation with her parents, talking in their native language of French.

("Hello mother, father.") She said.

("Penelope, what's wrong with your face?") Her father asked.

(My dear, you look rather bloated!) - Her mother said

("Oh, that's just how web cameras work. I'm sure you've heard that it puts on twenty pounds. You look absolutely chunky on my side as well.") Penelope lied.

("Oh well, how are you doing?") Her mother asked.

(Oh, the same as always. I just stay in my room studying. Thanks again for the new recipes you sent me, mom. It's so much better than the slop they would have me eat here...")

*GRRUUMMBLL*

Penelope's stomach started to growl and rumble loudly with hunger pangs.

(What was that?") Her father questioned.

("Oh that's just some construction work going on outside.") Penelope said, struggling to make sure the discomfort in her midsection didn't affect her expression.

*GRRUMMBBLLL!!!*

("It's sounds rather loud and close by.") Her mother remarked. ("What are they doing?")

("Oh, they're umm... repaving the road. Yeah, that's it! They're tearing up the road and putting down new asphalt!") Penelope said, quickly coming up with a falsehood.

They heard a knock on the door.

"It's GrubHub! I've got your Taco Bell order!" The delivery boy shouted loudly from outside.

(Who that?) Her father asked, as neither he or his wife spoke English.

(Oh, it's just one of students in my study group bring me some papers.) Penelope lied again, cursing herself and her gluttony for ordering takeout right before the video chat. It usually took the delivery boys twice as long to bring her food so she figured the Skype call would have been over by them but it seems that their driving times were improving, likely due to how frequently she had them bring her fast food.

She rolled her computer chair out of the computer camera's view so her parents wouldn't see her struggle to squeeze her fat ass out of the gripping arm rests. She opened the door and quickly grabbed the bags from the delivery boy. She prepared to go back to the desk but the scent of her spicy bean burritos and extra cheesy nachos drove her growling belly into a frenzy and she couldn't wait. She quickly scarfed down the contents of the takeout bag in a few and hastily wiped the crumbs and stains from her lips before returning to her parents.

("That took a long while.") Her father said.

("Well, you know Americans. They love to talk  your head off...")

A massive gurgling sound came from Penelope stomach. Her quick devouring of her Taco Bell was giving her fast indigestion and the near immediate bloating that ensued forced itself out from her backside.

*PRRRFFFFFTTT!!!*

("What was that?) Her father asked, getting tired of asking the question over and over.

("It was more construction work.") Penelope said, her face starting to sweat from trying, and failing, and to keep her bowels under control.

("No, that sounded more like you passing gas.") Her mother astutely observed. ("Sweetie, it feels like you're hiding something from us.")

("I would never...)

*PFFFFRRTT* *BRRAAPP* *BLLRRRT* *FRRRRTTTT*

A volley of fart escaped her cheeks and she couldn't stop her face from scrunching up with each crass expulsion.

("Dear, are you okay?) Her father said.

("It nothing, I'm just...")

A sudden rushing sensation enveloped her lower half and she was unable to stop the massive release of brassy hot air

*PPPFFFBBBBLLLRRRRRT!!!!!*

She released the most intense, loud and smelly flatulence she had ever experienced. She was forced to grab hold of her desk just to support herself as the gas sloppily flowed from her rear. This caused the computer camera to fall over and get a good view of Penelope obese body wrapped in an undersized, skin tight Mickey Mouse top and her massive hips and rear jiggling in her confining computer chair as she stained the seat of her booty shorts with the wettest farts they've ever heard.

("Penelope what happened to you?!") Her father gasped as her mother nearly fainted.

(I think...) *PPRRFFT* (I think we're getting a bad connection!) *BLLRRT* (I'll call you back in a few minutes...!) *FFBBBLLRRT!*

Penelope quickly ended the Skype call and sighed miserably as she relaxed her anus and let the remaining gas in her flow out freely. She knew it wouldn't be long before her parents called her back and lectured her to high heaven about her appearance and behavior. 

She knew she needed to calm her nerve and think of an explanation to give her parents. Her now gas-free but still growling belly suggested that polishing off the cake and pizza in the fridge would help get her in a calmer, more thoughtful mood.