chapter 6

March 17th, 2012, Sacramento California, Angie's apartment

Two more weeks later Angie was facing some inevitable realities while she was leaving for work. One, her jeans wouldn't button, and without the button the zipper kept sliding down to her crotch. Two, her company t-shirt that was of course meant to be form fitting, was starting to look more like a corset than a t-shirt. Third, her bra was digging on her sides and her boobs were bulging out of the cups. Fourth...ok you get the picture.

At work Cindy, the brainless blonde blurted out the moment she saw Angie without her jacket: "Angie you've gotten fat! What's with that?"
"Hey what if I am. At least I'm not dumb like you." she yelled and decided not to say another word to Cindy during her shift.

After work at home Angie stripped to her panties (that were also starting to feel snug) and dug her old fashioned spring scale from under the cabinet. She hadn't been very interested in her weight as it hadn't caused any stupid, loud mouthed cows to comment before.

"Holy shit, Cindy was right. 142 pounds! What was I before...120 something. 126 maybe. I really am getting fat." Angie said out loud and jiggled her belly. There hadn't been anything to jiggle just a month ago.

Of course it was ridiculous to think she wouldn't get fatter the way she had been eating lately. What had started as occasionally using Herbie to indulge in expensive foods, had become a daily habit. Then sometimes more than once a day. And now it seemed pretty much all her meals were something delicious Herbie teleported for her. It was difficult to go back to the cheap, bland food she had consumed just to stay alive before.

It had been only earlier that day (well technically the day before since it was past midnight) that Angie had visited an upscale mexican restaurant and had stayed there for almost two hours nibbling her own portion very slowly and with Herbie's help tasting pretty much everything on their menu two times over before moving to desserts. This time it had been Herbie who interrupted the feeding.

"Angie my calculations show you should be 100% full now. I can't feed you more."

"To hell with your stupid calculations Herbie. I'll let you know if I'm full you stupid piece of future junk. Figure it out, but get me some of that ice cream that's being served soon."

Before she could do anything, her mouth was suddenly utterly full with ice cream so she had to swallow most of it without even chewing. She knew it was Herbie's idea of revenge, but she didn't mind. In fact it felt so nice she was almost too distracted to prepare for the next mouthful of dessert. This time mud cake with vanilla sauce, again a cheek bursting mouthful.

"Ah! This is intriguing!" chimed a voice in Angie's head, "I had assumed the maximum volume would be a static variable, but it appears it isn't. The updated model shows that each time you go beyond 73% level, there is increase in the maximum volume that correlates with how close to current maximum you are and for how long."

"Herbie, if you don't start talking english, I'm going to throw you in the river on my way home."

"Sorry Angie. In simpleton terms it means that your can hold more food because your stomach stretches a bit each time you eat yourself to the point when you usually say something like 'oh god I'm going to pop'." Herbie mused.

The earlier scene was now finally registering in Angie's mind as she stood on the scale and held her bulging belly. She had been eating so much she was literally stretching out and then getting fat as a result. And now she thought about it, she was able to eat a lot more than only a few weeks ago. Twice as much as? Probably. And she was using the additional space eagerly. She loved the fact that she didn't get too full after only few pieces of cake or pie. How could she have not realized it would have a physical toll on her body?

Angie wasn't really worried. She didn't care much what others thought about her. What was more unsettling was the slight tingling feeling in her loins when she pinched some of the fat on her belly. So she kept doing it and tried poking her belly, then slapping it. Then she moved on to her ass that had gotten rounder and softer as well. And finally to her boobs. Those would earn her some more tips at the bar, she knew.

She felt overwhelmed with all the new feelings and sensations on her body. There was only one thing she was certain of: she was hungry.

There was an over night pizza restaurant across the street from her. She had been there with Herbie, but there was the same problem as in other restaurants. How could she know where the pizzas would be at any given moment? Only she now realized, she could see in the restaurant straight from her bed if she opened her curtains abit. Perfect!

Angie felt like a spy peering through the window, trying to figure out how the restaurant worked. In five minutes she noticed a pattern: each new pizza was set on a side table to cool for a few minutes before being taken to the tables. She waited for the cook to look elsewhere and commanded Herbie to teleport the pizza next to her in bed.

And there it was. Smelling of heaven, grease and calories.

"I took the liberty of lowering the temperature appropriately. Bon appetit." Herbie announced demurely.

Twenty minutes later Angie groaned out loud and fell on her back on the bed. She kicked the empty pizza box on the floor and ran her greasy hands all over her satiated body. The pizza had looked a lot smaller through the window. Angie suspected it had been meant for more than one person.

"Ok Herbie, I'm really full now. What do your fancy numbers say?" she said slightly curious, burping lightly and wondering how much weight she'd gain from gorging like this.

"89.75 percent full. 2436 calories consumed during past 21 minutes. 5672 calories consumed since morning. And yes, you will gain weight with this amount of calories eaten. Approximately 1.2 pounds using a floating average." came the answer.

And sure enough, the next morning when Angie woke up and stepped on the scale, the needle hovered closer to 144 than 142.