Unaware that her lower half had changed at all, Belinda was about to consume another of the stimulating pears
when a thought occured to her. What if the crazy old man decided to pull a fast one and charge her for the
candied fruits? It could be his plan to get her hooked and spring a huge bill on her at the last second! Sure,
he SAID they would be free, but how could she trust a senile old freak like that?
Still... The pears did taste incredible...
Another, much sneakier thought occurred to her. On her way out of the house today, Belinda had made sure to
grab her extra large canvas bag, as she had planned to do some heavy shopping. Unfortunately, the oppressive
heat made that an unattractive prospect, but she could still us the bag for something.
Belinda held open the large bag and began to shovel pears into it as fast as she could, thinking herself very
clever. She glanced at the table piled high with peaches and decided, hey, why the hell not? She quickly
scooped quite a few peaches into her bag as well, totally filling it. Belinda realized that entering with an
empty bag and leaving with a full one without paying would seem incredibly suspicious, but she figured that
the crazy old man probably had dementia or whatever anyway and wouldn't notice. Belinda wasn't very bright.
Acting calm, Belinda stepped back through the pear-shaped door, her figure matching the doorway much better
now. She didn't notice, being so concentrated on her "shoplifting", but her formerly loose shorts had gotten
incredibly tight with her pumped-up proportions; even so, her fat hips managed to wobble and sway seductively.
The seams groaned on the seat of her pants as her tubby butt jiggled with each step. Still, she didn't notice.
Coolly, Belinda walked back into the front room, one hand on her soft hip. Vaguely, she thought something was
wrong, but now wasn't the time to think about it. "All right, old man, I ate your dumb candy. Now I'm outta
here."
Mr. TF looked at Belinda and smiled at the now booty-licious girl. "Oh? You wouldn't like to try any other
candies?"
"Hell no! Do I look like a fatass to you?"
Mr. TF resisted the urge to yell "Yes!" Instead, he said "You know, I did say that the candies would be free
of charge..." He gestured slightly to her overstuffed bag. According to the sticky juice on her cheeks and bag
full of "stolen" fruits, she was well on her way to being full-on addicted.
"Pff! Yeah right!" Belinda scoffed. "Like I'd take more of your nasty shit? No thanks, asshole!" She put on an
air of indignation as she huffed out the front door, her corpulent backside shaking like gelatin as she took
her heavy steps. Mr TF shrugged; if the bratty little bitch wanted to act like she disliked his confectionery
masterpieces, so be it. And if she was stupid enough to think that he really wouldn't notice her pathetic
attempt at theft, then she deserved everything that was coming to her.
Outside, Belinda made sure that she was out of view of the sweet shop and grinned smugly. "Old man never
suspected a thing..."