chapter 2

My god, I had a headache. I tried to move, but a sharp pain ran through my belly. I looked at the clock above the door and could not believe my eyes. It actually seemed to be Sunday morning. Then I touched my stomach. It was plump and absolutely unyielding. My God, what had I done? I was gorged terribly. Around me I could see lots of empty packaging and films. The box, which was left on the floor next to me, was empty. Had I actually eaten everything? Why couldn't I remember anything? That was the capsules effect for sure. I heaved myself into a sitting position. My stomach was so far in front that my breasts slid down left and right of it. I gasped a deep breath and heaved me onto my feet.
Dazed, I stumbled into the bathroom, where the scale was. I hesitated for a moment, but then I was too curious and stepped on it. 274 pounds! I had gained 13 pounds since the last time I weighed myself two days ago! How could this happen? That was impossible! I stepped from the scales and looked at myself in the mirror. I did not feel much different, except that I looked like I was pregnant. I had a perfectly round and hard belly, even my love handles to my belly were kind of stretched. And the worst part was, I felt like I was hungry.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. I was terribly scared by the sound, ran into the living room to my T-shirt to pull over and then ran to the door. When I opened no one was there. Somebody left a big package in front of my apartment. Inwardly, I rejoiced, but was worried that there was so much food in there again or what other tasks the mysterious person had prepared for me. But suddenly I hesitated. What the hell was I doing? Some stranger sent me packages with food and strange messages and I was just doing what he wanted? What in God's name was wrong with me? But on the other hand he provided tasty treats and he did not poison or hurt me in any way. The capsules haven't hurt me either except for the headache that could also have been caused by the sheer amount of food I had consumed. The only thing that would take some damage is my already plump figure. Ah, what the hell, my life is boring enough, so let's play along. I pulled it into the apartment. I noticed that the shirt had slipped up over my ample belly and was stuck under my breasts. So I removed it again. I went to the box. First thing I found was again a letter that I opened directly.

Hello Alice

You have passed your first task with distinction.
As a reward, there is a new supply for you, so you do not have to hunger. And you surely are hungry, right?
Your second task will be:
In the box are selected garments just for you. You'll wear only this garments to work tomorrow.
At noon you'll go to John's Diner on the corner where you'll go to the bar and report to the bartender with "I'm Alice and I have great hunger". Then he will serve you a selected menu of delicacies. You will eat everything what he will serve to you. Don't worry, I'm sure you can do it.
Failure to follow the tasks will lead to consequences.

Until next time

Your master

I swallowed hard. How did he know that? How did he know what I can wear? Did he watch me somehow? I looked around and searched for a camera or anything like that but I could not find anything. I walked over to the window and looked outside, but there was nothing to be seen as well. A cold shiver ran down my spine. At least I was sure that he did not want to poison me, otherwise he would not make this effort. I dug my way through the pack. Under the usual eatables were the clothes I should wear tomorrow at work. I pulled them out and inspected them. I caught my breath.

On top lay a pair of flip-flops in a dark green, which actually looked quite comfortable. Then things came to light that I never would have thought of wearing before. A pink thong, a hot pants that barely covered more than the thong, a push-up bra, which evidently had far too small baskets and a filmy red Top, what I would not get over my breasts any time. I could not wear that for work. I would not put that on, to hell with the consequences. I would look like a fat cheap hooker. What would my boss and my colleagues say and think when I would come to work like this. Unthinkable! Apart of that, I would not fit in those clothes. Well, at least they were airy. I had to laugh and at the same time I heard a low rumble in my stomach. Unbelievable, but I already was hungry again. But the clothes, if you can call it so, provoked me in some way. I decided to try them on.

I grabbed the pieces and went in front of the mirror. I still doubted that they would ever fit. I took off my pants and pulled the thong over. My immense hips stretched the thin ribbon to the utmost, and I recognized how it cut me in my love handles. I moved it further up and the band disappeared under my fat between my hip and my belly. Then I took the bra. I connected the two ends under my breasts and it cut immediately in my back handles. Rotating the cups to the front was quite a challenge, and I tried to squeeze my breasts into them. When I was finished it swelled far above and out of it and the carrier cut into my thick shoulders. That looked anything but beautiful, but I wanted to try the rest now. I grabbed the hot pants and pulled them over my legs. I barely got them over my thighs. I tried to push the fat by hand through the pants legs. With an immense wobbling my fat butt sagged through the pants legs and it sat tight and immobile on my hips, squeezing out the fat through all openings. I tried to close the button, but my belly was hanging down too low and was still too stiff. I lay down on my back and pulled with all his strength. At the end I had made it and the pants were sitting up on my fat hips outermost stretched in place. I stood up and tried not to breathe in too deeply. The Top came next. To pull it over my head and my arms was not the problem, until my breasts came. I pulled it down gently, at one and another point I heard the seams crack, but I managed to pull it with some force over my breasts and the belly. I got really sweaty while putting on those clothes and I looked like a squeezed sausage. The top was stretched to the maximum and literally transparent. People would have an unobstructed view on my big breasts swelling out of the bra and my stiff hanging belly, which was about to push up the top over my fat rolls by the next movement I would do. My butt crack and my private parts are barely hidden and my butt was eating away the hot pants. The fat oozed out below and above the hot pants so that the waistband was barely visible and the fat almost let disappear the whole trousers. However, the thought going to work like that caused an unusual electrifying shower. In addition, these clothes were at least wonderfully airy because they concealed practically nothing. Nevertheless, I would not put that on tomorrow morning. So I started to peel off that clothes again. My stomach now growled quite loudly. I decided to continue the movie marathon and to eat myself through the new package. So I started with another feasting. I pulled the cardboard to the couch, started the movie and began to eat.

Totally whacked I was awakened the next morning by the alarm clock, only this time I knew how I had gorged myself yesterday and it had happened with joy and a lot of delicious, sweet and unhealthy stuff. My stomach had no time to relax and it was still bulging out. I felt great, even if I was totally limp. Again my breasts were hanging down to the left and right of my stomach. It looked even bigger than yesterday, really like I was pregnant. I stroked gently over the stretched skin. I could not believe how excited it made me. I looked at the clock and realized that I had to get ready for work. I passed my couch, where the tight clothes lay out on. For a moment, I wondered if I should wear it, but I rejected the idea quite quickly. Then I remembered the letters, which threatened with punishment if I did not do that what the stranger wanted from me. And besides, I was supposed to go to the diner at the corner for lunch today and the food there was absolutely great. When I would put on those tight things I would end up naked, because everything would tear apart after lunch. So I decided to put on a loose-fitting black long sleeve and a long and wide black skirt. To hell with the consequences, what should he do to me? He had written that he would not hurt me. However, for the pair of flip flops I was grateful. I washed myself, got dressed and on my way to work.