chapter 3 - thickening the foundations

As Chelsea warmed herself up in the shower, she thought back to the feeling she felt before she missed the call. She recalled it felt something like it was burning inside her but she couldn't quite feel it or tap into it yet. After mulling it over and reaching deep, she felt a small spark of it but couldn't quite use it again. It felt much weaker and after trying to manifest it again, she only managed to wear herself put which solved nothing. She finished up but didn't bother putting on any clothes, she instead wandered to where the cakes were in the fridge and started cutting herself pieces so she could eat them while chugging down the chocolate syrup. Oh if her mother saw her now she would have her hide but it didn't matter. She felt like she had the power behind her and that meant she could do what she wanted. The cold cake kept flowing and matched along with the thick taste of extra calories everywhere she consumed it. Every piece she ate and every swig she drank, it felt towards her becoming a true lard bucket and that was ok for once.

It warmed her nether regions deeply that she could finally just let go of her responsibilities and not have a care in the world so she started to pleasure herself while she ate thinking about the kind of *** she would become. She wondered if her belly would grow even further or her ass would balance her out and let her keep getting wider. It didn't matter too much if her only goal was to gain and find out and that was what took her over the edge into orgasm, her lack of new responsibility. After the first cake and half the syrup, Andrew came in with the doughnuts and she went to devour them and talk at the same time hoping to find out what she could work with.

"So, Andrew. How much money you got saved up for little old me?" Chelsea said between bites of glazed doughnut and syrup.
"About Ten thousand in the bank and my house has some equity." He replied back while taking a seat at the table.

This greatly pleased Chelsea as she realized she had a good start on turning her house into a slobs paradise. She vastly needed to upgrade her ability not only to store food, but to feed herself and stay entertained as well. She got up and walked to the main room where her chair was and realized it was still stained from the night before. She didn't even give a shit as she sat down and flipped on the T.V. in thought as to how to get more money to feed her pleasures. She told Andrew to grab her food as she sat in meditation and food. She needed to make sure she had enough help to make sure she left the apartment at a minimum, which means leaving the house a minimum of several times to gather necessity items and slaves. She also had to make sure her slaves weren't noticed when they were gone but rich enough to be considered eccentric so they wouldn't be bothered when they are feeding their queen thousands of calories. A couple plans brewed into motion but all of which requires her to go outside. She regretted doing it but the work now ensures she can engulf herself into her new found "hobby" later. She worked on chewing down the doughnuts and found something that will fit and feel comfortable.

"Andrew, go get me a large amount of fattening desserts and heavy cream. While your at it, get me a couch to fit my fat ass and throw out this chair. It won't fit me by the time I'm done." Chelsea barked as she found some suitable fitting clothes. Andrew simply nodded and left the house which left her to plan how she was going to get the best bang for her buck. The best thing for her right now is to go find several people who not only have a lot of money, but connected to food somehow, preferably desserts. This would make it so they can keep feeding her at cheaper costs and maybe have employees drop her off food throughout the day and keep her well stocked. They would also have employees to help manipulate into serving her and make her even bigger. This was certainly what she wanted , so she went to the internet and looked at every bakery close to her. A locally owned place also would have looser restrictions on where their waste went which was to be her gullet. She found a couple which would suit her needs and marked them down on her phone. She would take them all if necessary, all that loose cream, lard, sugar, and frosting would be so good for her new figure.

She felt herself get hot and bothered again and figured she could put it off for at least another bit while she relieved herself of her new workload. She took off her pants she just worked so hard to get on and got to work immediatly.