chapter 3

I feel like waking up at the beginning of chapters is gonna be a reoccurring theme for this story. But that is what happened. I groggily wiped my eyes as I sat up, trying to adjust my vision to the light. I slowly gained my senses. I looked around and saw that I was in my living room, the two pizza containers discarded on the floor along with one of the bread stick containers.

'What happened?' I whisper to myself, trying to remember yesterday's events. I was reminded by a dull pain in my stomach as I sat up. I looked down and saw an alarmingly bigger tummy.
'The hell...' I put two and two together and got it right there. I had miraculously eaten both extra large pizzas and a full box of bread sticks. I must have passed out after the gigantic meal. I wondered how I was still alive. With so much food entering my stomach, how could I possibly not have popped? I looked at the clock and saw it was 9pm. Apparently, I was wrong in assuming it was the next day.
"OH SHIT!" my parents were supposed to be home around 10, not leaving my much time to clean up my mess. I hurriedly began to pick up the room, when I was interrupted by a loud growling coming from below my breasts.
"You're still hungry? Didn't you just eat two gigantic pizzas? How could you want more food!" I yell at my stomach. But even with my scolding, my belly continued to beg for food. With a sigh of frustration, I open the fridge and look at my options. The first thing I see are mini pizzas, which i nearly vomited at the sight of. Probably wouldn't eat pizza for another week. Besides those, however, there was not anything that appealed to me. Just as I was about to give up, I heard a knock at the door. My first thought was that it's my parents, but why would they knock on the door?
I walk to the source of the sound and open the door. In front of me stands a man holding 4 bags with logos from a local burger joint.
"You ordered 8 jumbo burgers, 4 large milkshakes, and 2 orders of extra large fries?" asked the man with a rude undertone.
"Umm, no I didn't."
"This is the address. Is your name Skyler?"
"Yeah."
"The order was placed under your name. Just take the food please. It's already been paid for."
I reluctantly took the large amount of food. Why do I keep getting food delivered to my house? Is someone sending me food? Maybe it's a crush of mine. I look at the first bag with the burgers in it, and all thoughts of doubt are instantly pushed away. My stomach no longer growls, but yips in joy. I take one burger, and realize that just eating one is gonna be difficult. The thing was huge! Easily as big as my hands. I couldn't even grasp the full girth of it when I picked it up.

Before I ate the burger, I promised myself that I would eat only one burger. TWO at the max. That's if I could eat two. I took one bag of two burgers, one fry, and a milkshake up to my room, storing the rest of it in the fridge. I made sure that the living room was clean before I closed my bedroom door.
I sat down on my bed, setting the bag next to me. I quickly took one of the humongous burgers out of the bag and shoved as much as I could of it into my mouth. It tasted amazing! I had eaten burgers from this place before, but none that tasted as epicly awesome as this! The juiciness of the meat was just perfect and I didn't(couldn't) stop shoving mouthfuls in at a time until it was gone. My stomach began to yell at me again when the intake of food stopped. For one second I asked myself why it was doing this, but I found myself automatically picking up the second burger. I wasn't in control anymore, it was my stomach. I ate the second burger in the same manner as the first, finishing it in two minutes flat. I didn't even bother wiping my mouth off. I started on the fries, shoving handful after handful into my awaiting mouth. The fries went faster than the burgers, but still I needed more. My stomach just wanted to eat, and eat, and eat, and eat, and eat, and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat andeatand eat andeatandeatandeat.

I chugged the milkshake, not bothering to use the straw. With all the food in my room gone, I regained my senses and instantly felt the pain of overeating in my stomach.
"Oh why did I do that?!" I moaned, grabbing my stomach in my hands. I could feel the food sloshing around in my taut globe of a stomach. I don't know why, but it felt absolutely amazing. I was in a state of bliss as I sat there, contently rubbing my stomach. I thought that being overfull meant that you were in pain. I was totally wrong. I wanted to feel like this forever. Just sitting, rubbing my overfilled gut. My mind started to go hazy as I slipped off into a blissful sleep, thinking of nothing but how good I felt at the moment.

Throughout this day, I easily ate 10000 calories of food, most of them being fat. I had no idea that I had eaten so much, nor did I question why I could eat that much. This is the first day of my long journey of stuffing and weight gain. Here are some starter stats of myself before I gain:
Height-5'6"
Weight-140 lbs
Body type-Pear shaped
What do you think will change the most in this story? Hope you enjoy :).