Chapter 2 - eat and don't worry

A little more food won't hurt you one bit. I push you on. You're not even overweight yet. You're practically skin and bone. You know you enjoy this food, so why not give in to your desires?

As an answer to this question, you wiggle in sensual ecstasy atop your bed, your eyes closed now as you envision yourself losing all control, eating like a pig, and getting bigger and softer and flabbier. Your hands reach for your love handles, the feel of that flab pushing between your fingers makes you tingle just below your growing belly.

Ahhhh, you love those love handles. Let's make them bigger, Dumpling.

You get up as in a trance, go to the kitchen and return with a huge bag of chocolate cookies. So easily influenced, chocoholics like you are just so easy to fatten up.

Spoil yourself, and love yourself so much that it really shows, my sweet Dumpling. I am laughing my devilish laugh now.

You take two cookies at a time, cram them into your mouth, chew quickly, swallow them, then your fingers are back in the bag for more. They are so delicious, and this eating is so deliciously sinful, you can't stop yourself.

You look down at your belly as you eat.

Imagine, plump Dumpling, what those cookies are doing to your belly - making it more blubbery, more sensitive to your touch.

"Mmmmm," you groan.

You really should eat all the cookies in the bag. If a few taste god, imagine how much you'll love the whole package. And it will help you get bigger and more luscious, my little piglet.

Again you moan. You like being called a piglet.

Go ahead, deary. Be bad. Be greedy. Be decadent.

More moaning as you continue to stuff yourself.

And be naughty, haha, how naughty it is to eat and grow so fat. This is not what good girls do at all, piggy.

You make a grunting sound, then start to oink like a pig. "Oink, oink, oink," you say to yourself in the mirror, watching yourself eat, watching your bulging belly shake as you laugh at your oinking piggish sounds.

Such a hungry little pig, but not 'little' for long, eh? That you love to eat is showing. Your gluttony will become more apparent in the next few weeks. You have just now started down the path to obesity, Dumpling. How does it feel?

"Oink, oink, oink," you giggle sensuously.

Soon, Dumpling, you will be able to eat more than you ever have. If you think you are a piggy now, just wait. Soon, you will have a hog-sized appetite.

You eat quicker and quicker, grunting, moaning, groaning and occasionally making an "oink" sound followed by a deep throaty giggle.

Go ahead, hungry girl. Stuff those cookies into your mouth.

You smile at your reflection and stand to get a better look at yourself.

You will need new clothes once you gain five or ten more pounds.

Just the thought of that makes you moan again. You can scarcely believe you are getting so turned on by simply thinking about outgrowing your clothes.

Let those calories pile up on your middle, your belly will grow more fat rolls, eventually becoming one huge delicious ball of fat.

You can't believe how good this feels. You rub your belly with one hand as you stuff yourself with the other, your eyes watching your body as you do, picturing yourself bigger than you already are. You like what you see - and you love what you imagine.

Imagine what you will look like with another 10 pounds - 15, 20, 25 . . . maybe even 50 more pounds.

This is almost too much for you to consider. You blush at the heat arising between your legs. You cannot imagine why the thoughts of getting so fat is turning you on.

But you accept these tingling feelings.

"Two hundred pounds is a nice round number to aim for, " you say to your image in the mirror. "What a belly I will have then!"

And what an appetite you will cultivate by the time you hit 200! You won't be able to stop then.

This gets you thinking, and you put the two cookies in your hand back in the bag. You are uncertain you want to start down this path, this path to just letting go forever and ever. You seem a little reluctant to continue.

"This is evil," you say. "I must get away from you."

There is no escaping my voice, no running away from me, Dumpling. Evil will find you. And fattening foods will find you and make themselves a part of you.

Why fight it, sweetheart?

"Because it is wrong, it is bad to be such a glutton, to get that fat, even this fat," you say, looking down at your belly sticking out now under your top in a bulging tan strip of blubber bulging above your shorts.

I scold you for saying this. You cannot escape evil. It is everywhere. I will send you messages every minute of every day, tempting you to eat bigger meals, to eat chocolates and fine desserts.

I will make you want to snack constantly. I will eventually win, and you will no longer worry about the fact that you are going to get much, much fatter.

Your willpower is weak, and I am strong. Sit back, eat, and enjoy the ride to obesity, Dumpling.

You are to eat and grow fat, and that is all.

With a little reluctance, you get another cookie from the bag, bring it to your lips and eat it slowly.

"I can't stop," you say, a tear forming in the corner of your eye.

I knew you would go back to those cookies. From now on, you will never be able to open a bag of cookies without immediately eating them all. Fattening foods will tempt you forever. They will find you even if you try to avoid them.

You start to eat more quickly now. You cannot fight it. You realize that staying thin and fit is just too much hard work. You are too lazy for that. This is much more to your liking - eating and getting fatter and fatter.

You really want to be fat and spoiled and lazy. You want to be a sweet piggy girl. You want to be cuddled and hugged by all that fat encasing your body.

I want all that for you too - all those pleasurable feelings, Dumpling. I want you to get all the food and attention and fattening that you desire.

How much do you desire this, sweetheart?

You groan and continue to eat.

That fat loves you so much. It is your lover now, Dumpling. No need for a boyfriend. Your fat will be more faithful to you than any man ever has been in all the history of the earth.

Your fat will never leave you for one minute. It will smother you with attention, it will kiss you and cuddle you and hug you, filling you with feelings of love.

And I am your lover, Dumpling. You don't need a boyfriend with me around. I will take good care of you. Imagine me cuddling you, reaching around your flab and playing with your belly. I will feed you as I rub your love handles.

Your eyes close as you imagine this. You reach with one hand between your legs and with the other hand for two more cookies.

I want to be your lover now, Dumpling.

"MMmmm, yes, this is heavenly," you whisper.

If you say so, I chuckle, knowing that there is more of Hell than Heaven in what is happening to you.

Just eat, and don't worry, deary.

(to be continued)