Chapter 2 - two

The next day at work I ate so many chocolate sweets it hurt. Then I went to Margaret and quit.

"Why dear? You have a good job. Is the pay not good enough?"

"No, I just can't get fat. And I will if I stay here."

"Oh... I see... Well ok, just stick around for another two weeks until we can find someone else, then you're free to go."

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I binged on chocolate like a meteor was about to hit the earth, and it all meant nothing. The job was over soon so I exercised no self-restraint.

A week before my last day I tried to buckle my new Chico belt, but it wouldn't close. I struggled to push the two ends together and felt it squeeze up against the flab that had developed on my lower stomach. I felt a twinge of exhilaration. Bing-bing-bing. Something in me went off!

I put my hands on the ugly flab and felt my fingers make impressions in my gut like clay. Then I got horny. I got really horny! Even hornier than when I made out with Jason (we all called him Captain America), cementing my status as top of the social food chain.

At home, I pulled out a gag gift Liz had given me last year after I complained about not enjoying sex with my old boyfriend James.

I pushed the dildo up against myself with swift thrusting motions, while rubbing my hands over my stomach. I didn't know what was happening, nor did I care to think about it. Afterwards I felt great. I do admit, I felt like a bit of a weirdo. I assumed it was some weird stress response to changing jobs and gaining weight. Weird things happen to me right before my period. I figured this was one of them.

The next day at work I asked for my job back.

I thought to myself, "Linds, you idiot, what are you doing?"

I felt like an alcoholic dropping out of rehab. As a self-professed chocoholic, I should be nowhere near the demon vice, much less in a factory that makes it.

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I assumed I would stop getting a kick out of my slow weight gain at some point. If people noticed, I would stop lickety-split. But the more weight I gained, the hornier I got. I considered going to some kind of counselor. Was I really some self-destructive psychopath? I'd never thought myself a very sexual person until then. I felt like a nympho, but I wasn't even having sex with anyone.

It also didn't help that I loved eating chocolate just for the taste. The more I ate, the better I felt. And the more weight I gained, the hornier I got. I started picking up extra shifts and working almost everyday. After awhile, I was on some permanent sugar high/ sexually euphoric trip.

I had also crossed over; instead of going from super hot to normal, I was now going from normal to chubby. I was on the verge of getting fat. But, the thing was, I didn't care. Winter was coming and I could wear stylish clothes that hid my gut.

I used to be an uptight bitch and really conceited. But now I was feeling a bit mellower. The only ones who noticed what was happening to me were my friends.

"Did you see Linds? Man, she better not become a heifer like Heather did last year." I heard Caitlin whisper one day.

"Don't be so judgy. It's her stupid job. We should really try to find her another job." Liz said.

"Yeah, we have regionals next season and I want to win. Despite what the PC police says, the judges don't wanna see a chunker in a mini skirt doing our routines." Caitlin said.