Chapter 5 - round 2

I woke up the next morning and my stomach still felt quite full, yet I also felt hungry. I rolled out of bed and felt my gut jiggle and wobble slightly.

My breakfast consisted of 3 bowls of sugar cereal, a cup of yogurt, 4 small waffles, and 2 glasses of orange juice. I don't usually eat that much, but I was ravenous by the time I made it to the kitchen.

I texted my friend Diana to see if she could come with me to investigate the candy shop with m. After I'd chosen the skinny jeans and V-neck I wanted to wear, she responded positively. Great! the V-neck didn't look as flattering today; you could clearly see my tummy pressing against the fabric. And my pants were very difficult to get on. I managed though. They're low risers, so I had a sizable muffin top moderately concealed by my shirt. I figure the jeans' button should hold, so long as I don't sit down too fast or something.

. . .

I met Diana outside the candy shop a few hours later. She gave me a once over.

"Exactly how much time have you been spending here?" she asked.

"Nice to see you, too. I've only been once before. It was weird. That's why I wanted you to--"

"No I mean... I don't mean to be rude, but--" she poked my little pot belly "I don't remember you having this 2 weeks ago." I blushed and crossed my arms.

"Yeah, I didn't! just come in and I'll show you."

Diana rolled her eyes, clearly not understanding the situation at hand.

"Okay piggy, but don't expect me to stay long. You know how I get around sugar."

I cringed at the nickname, but I let it go. We walked in and were greeted by the little man. He was thrilled that I had brought a friend, exclaiming, "I knew this would be good for business!" I gave him a 10 and he let us in the back room.

I started to drool. I couldn't help myself. It smelled *so* good. and despite having a rather large meal already, I wanted nothing more than to rip everything off the shelves and put it in my mouth.

I looked at Diana. She seemed entranced as well. She walked forward vapidly, as if she was somehow not in control.

"S-so, we can have anything w-we want in here?" she asked.

"Yeah. As much of it as we want, too. Great deal, right?

She began stuffing her face with chocolates. I don't think I've ever seen her eat with such vigor before. I joined her by the chocolate, remembering how amazing the syrup was. I filled a gallon bag - probably meant for cotton candy - with the rich dark liquid, closed the top, cut off a corner to the bag and drank it. As soon as it touched my tongue, I experience the same euphoria I had before. The faster I drank, the stronger the feeling. I began feeling full, but I ignored that. Nothing could distract me from this bliss.

And then the bag was empty. THE BAG WAS EMPTY?? How could that be??? That must have been at least 10,000 calories! How did that not satisfy my hunger? It only seemed to wet my pallet. I want more. I need more. So much more. I looked at my friend, slack jawed, stuffing her face. Chocolate wrappers littered the floor around her and I saw a muffin top becoming evident. Very unusual for her, but I can't focus on her now; I need to EAT.

I ate and ate and ate. Much more than I was able to last time until *POP* the button of my pants flew off. It hit a large container full of sour gummy worms, causing them to spill. I didn't have time to think; I ran over, my growing gut bouncing and flopping as I did. I felt some air on the underside of my food baby, as it was now poking out of my shirt, and I stuffed my face so nothing would go to waste. I began to feel extremely full, but I didn't care. I just wanted to eat.