chapter 13

After I had hidden these little pills I decided to start with the buffet. When I envisioned the incredible amount of food on my couch I noticed that this was more than I ever had eaten before and was not sure if I can make it. But the delicious fragrance dispelled the worries in no time and I threw myself on the couch. I took the first pizza, turned on the TV and began to devour the enormous amount of food. Conveniently, the pizza was already pre-cut and I did not care about the fat running down my chin and dropping on my breasts. I rolled up piece by piece and stuffed it into my mouth in an inhuman pace. At the same time, I massaged my soft belly with my other hand, so that the digestive system worked well. I felt like in heaven. The first pizza wandered into my stomach in a very short time and I took one portion of pasta. I suddenly realized that I had no cutlery. I wanted to heave myself up, but then I looked at my greased breasts and belly. Actually, it didn't matter anyway. My heart began to beat faster at the thought of me simply stuffing myself like an animal with both hands and cover myself in grease and sauce. The aluminum dish had somewhat cooled down, so I put it on my stomach and tucked it between my big breasts. I tore off the lid and put my hand into the noodles to then let them slide into my mouth. On the way to there I was dripping all the cheese sauce on my chest. I must have looked like a pig at the trough. An excited shiver went through me. How nice it would be if someone would feed me. As I continued to put down noodles I had to think about tomorrow evening and Marc. Maybe he would feed me well and hopefully quickly enough... The noodles were devoured quickly and I grabbed one of the burgers. It was dripping with sauce and I could take it in my little hands barely. I began to bite in it greedily. I distributed even more fat and gravy on my body until it was nearly fully lubricated. Even the burger did not last long. I realized how the fluids ran down in my left and right body. I took a blanket and put it under my body, so it does not run right on the couch. The next pizza was not cut, but I did not find it that bad. I rolled it up and stuffed it bite by bite into my mouth. It was a sheer delight. The fat ran over my breasts, belly, in my private parts and on the ceiling. I stuffed my last bite of pizza into my mouth and then started massaging my growing and hardening belly with both hands.

But I realized that I slowly reached my limits. There was still a pizza, two burgers, one serving of macaroni and the French Fries left. And even the ice. I would never make it. Did I even want that? I looked over to the bathroom door. The pills were in a little box in the closet. I wanted to eat, but was afraid of the consequences. If I'd maintained this pace really soon I may no longer be able to work. I realized now how much weight I had put on the last few days. The immense size of my belly and my breasts gave me already trouble if I wanted to tie my shoes. With my height I already had more than 200 pounds overweight. 100 pounds more and I would be in need of help, but I had no one to help me. On the other hand, the thought of just eating all the time and getting fatter every day and even getting fed by somebody was incredibly sexy and if I do not take these pills I was in danger being punished. I did not want to have this experience again, even though it made me incredibly horny. Apparently the pills directly impacted on my capacity and my hunger. I tried to knead my ample belly. The satiety was now quite strong. I grabbed a French Fry and threw it down. By now I did not even feel very well. But I would not let this rest of the treats degenerated. Moreover, the need to gorge myself silly was stronger. The feeling of fullness and the desire to eat more made me finally taking that pills. I wiped roughly the fat from my body and heaved myself up. I gasped a deep breath and suppressed the dizziness. Somewhat dazed, I waddled into the bathroom and took the pills out of the closet. After some hesitation, I took them into my mouth, swallowed them down and flushed with water. I looked at me in the mirror.

My face was completely smeared, even on my forehead I had splashes of sauce. My body was smeared from head to foot with fat, cheese and sauce. I took my right breast and raised it in front of my face to lick it. And I watched myself in the mirror. I had to laugh out loud. This looked terribly ridiculous, the small head with the huge boob in front. I walked out of the bathroom and positioned myself in front of the large mirror. I lifted my thick fully lubricated belly up and let it fall. This I repeated a few times and enjoyed it every time when the vibrations went through my body. After about half an hour the longed feeling of hunger came back! My stomach was rumbling and my digestive system apparently worked at full speed. Beaming with joy, I threw myself on the sofa and started to annihilate the remaining food. The satiety was blown away. It was wonderful, I could again cram correctly. Before I knew it, I fell back into my eating mania.

I woke up. My head muttered a bit, but at least I could remember this time in what was going on yesterday. The empty packages of the delivery service were still all round me and four empty ice packs. I had destroyed everything. My belly sticking out again far up, but was already a little softer and one fat boob hung half in front of my face because I somehow lay on my side. My whole body was sticky and greasy from the feeding frenzy yesterday. I looked at the clock. It was ***ing 7 clock in the morning. I sat up, panting. My belly was sitting heavy on my thighs and my breasts slipped back left and right down the belly. I had to laugh. I probably looked like a fat blob. However, I was worried that I have nothing to eat in the apartment and I already felt ravenously hungry. Secretly, I hoped that immediately a package of food would be delivered to quench my unspeakable hunger. But first I wanted a shower.

I went into the bathroom and got under the shower. I had to soap up myself rather strongly. Especially my fat rolls had collected pretty much. After I was done I decided to step on the scale again. My heart began to pound when I stood in front of the scale. I activated it. I had to lean forward to see what it would say, as my bulging belly and my breasts blocked my view. I could not believe my eyes when the scale leveled off. 314 pounds! Horrified, I rose from the scale. That was another 18 pounds in two days! I started to gain faster and faster! Above all, I was also able to eat more and more and even more often. Slowly my fear disappeared, but then it made me horny. 53 pounds in a week were already a mature performance. And amazingly the pounds directly went into my bacon rolls. I could see my breasts, my belly and my butt grow by every bite I eat. I would not be surprised if the clothes that I bought yesterday would sit slightly crisp again. I grabbed the large towel from the shelf and tried to bind it around my chest, but unfortunately noticed that it had become a bit too small and I could not make it tight. As it was called for the front door rang. I almost squealed with joy because I was sure that this could only be an express delivery at this time. "I'll be right there!" I shouted. I grabbed a T-shirt that I could draw barely over my breasts and grabbed a panties that was sitting half under my butt, because I did not get it over my cheeks. Scantily concealed I waddled happily to the front door and opened it.