Chapter 138 - #138 /the midnight snack/

A sound somewhere between a growl and a rumble echoed from my rounded middle. Snapping me awake from the latest in my strange dreams. In a contrast I hadn’t climaxed. My slight disappointment was almost more worrying than anything else. At least this particular dream had been more informative than its predecessors. I was finally fully convinced that they were memories. Like French cinema it was clear they weren’t coming back to me in the right order. Given that memory followed the first vision I has experienced. Unfortunately, they were all so jumbled I still had no idea what exactly happened. Barring that I had struck up an extreme and fetish fueled relationship while possessed by L.B.L UP. To make matters even worse this stranger had app access. It should’ve been a given, factoring in the enormity I reached in what I assumed to be the most recent memory. Yet her casual access to the digestion feature fully confirmed it. Which meant Cameron and I weren’t the only ones.

A second sound of ravenous hunger cut through my thoughts. Leaving me unconsciously licking my lips a little at the after tastes from my oddly prescient dream. Even with my contentious objection to the way I had recently ballooned to enormity, there was no denying thinking was more difficult on an empty stomach. I settled on heaving myself out of bed to grab a bite to eat. Though as I struggled with my jiggly gravity affected girth, a glance to my phone confirmed something I had been suspecting. It was 4:00am yet I somehow felt fully rested. If ravenously hungry. Worries about potential L.B.L UP side effects aside it was certainly a blessing. After all, later that day I had exams. Ones which I’d need to cram for if I wanted to actually do well academically. Though first things first I’d need to cram my face full of food. After a suitable struggle I managed to actually heave myself up. I grabbed my phone and attempted to waddle my way out of the room. Yet before I could lug my widened bottom half out the door, I couldn’t help but get a little distracted. The mirror in the corner of my room was lit artistically by moonlight pouring in from outside. And the sight of my enormous tush reflected, triggered an only natural self-conscious reaction as I turned fully to inspect my own hefty figure.

I was huge. At least compared to the average weight of a woman. Compared to my friends I would’ve been considered mid-tier. Not quite as titanic as the cheer leaders, or rotund as Connie. Nor was I as merely softly fat as Eliza. I was soft all over with a notable double chin and round cherubic cheeks that looked well practiced at being crammed full of calories. Coupled with soft bingo wings and thick pillowy thighs that pressed against each other no matter how I stood. The markers of a fat girl. Of course, my figures other features were far more pronounced. My breasts were still impressive and the first thing most people would notice if I waddled their way. They were big and bouncy, having grown to such a size they were becoming more torpedo shaped than there previous perfect orbs. As I inspected them, I couldn’t keep from pawing at them a little. Cupping them in my hands and feeling them flow through the gaps in my hands. Fractionally bigger than my head they almost blocked out the view of my middle.

Though that had grown so huge in its own right there was little chance of that actually happening. My middle was a pronounced and round orb of a gut, which provided a table of sorts from my overflowing top half. It was an unwieldy jiggly ball of lard, ever growling and hungry as it was at the time of my inspection of it. Idly I ran my hand across its perimeter before slipping my hand beneath and lifting it up from my below. A task which wound up requiring my other hand. But nevertheless, concluded in an impressive bouncy flabalanche. Though of a firmer sort than I had seen belly heavy girls with a more roll bearing sort of belly. Of course, below my gut everything flared outwards. The width of my bottom half actually didn’t fit into the mirror. The rear responsible was undeniably the fattest part of my frame with little to no doubt. My enormous tush was so huge it was visible from my front. Each cheek somehow retaining a round shape in spite of their flabby constitution. I could probably balance books on the shelf my booty presented behind me. Though they’d be dislodged by the ensuing rippling that followed every waddling step. Turning around I inspected it closer. Turning the rest of my frame out of the view. Still too wide to fit all of it, but enough to inspect. Staring at it I couldn’t help but give it a quick experimental slap. The strike sending them bouncing off one another. And blush to my other soft cheeks.

With my earlier figure editing it had been designed to shift all the mass to the most traditionally sexy parts of the body. To finally give myself a pair of tits and a bottom half worth staring at. But with the amount of weight I had packed on through L.B.L Up and hedonism that tactic was accomplishing the opposite. With tits and booty as tremendous as mine people were only going to notice how huge I was. Their attention caught by my extreme characteristics. Only for them to fully comprehend that I looked every single one of my 340lbs of flab. Needless to say my size had gotten rather out of hand all things considered. Just looking at myself I could feel flush creep into my cheeks. Embarrassment at the sheer enormity of my body. Even with the titanic sizes of the other girls I had encountered recently I still couldn’t see myself as anything else than a waddling land whale. There was no amount of flab moving around that could conceal it either. I was so huge that even with my magical means there’d be no hiding it.

A growl from said aforementioned gut snapped my attention back. It was an exceptionally strange feeling. The sensations of the stuffing memory were so fresh in my mind I could still feel the ambiance. Yet my stomach in the present hadn’t been fed in hours. It was rather difficult to get excited about a meal after painfully inspecting my own enormity. But as always, my lack of willpower circumvented my shame by a narrow margin. I waddled my way down the stairs, feeling my hips brush against the wall and the banister, and my tits bouncing up to my second chin. It occurred to me that putting on some clothes might’ve been wise. But the only thing worse than the embarrassment of being discovered nude would be the effort required to squeeze myself into yet another mostly outgrown outfit. So, one abject lesson in why Eliza hated jumping jacks later and I was finally in the kitchen. Its many well stocked presses filled with potential treats to sate my hunger. Back when I first obtained L.B.L UP the presses had been filled with nothing but junk food for the fattening Latina's. But once Connie had learned to accept her inner glutton a certain love for cooking had come with it. Yet even with actually quality food available I had a particular craving in mind.

I navigated my way to the fridge, and popped the freezer open, revealing the decadent bounty within. The frosty container was so jam packed there was practically an avalanche as I opened it. Yet there wasn’t all that much diversity in its contents. It was all ice cream seemingly of every flavor imaginable and every brand ranging from cheap to expensive. I clutched at a sizable tub of cookie dough flavored stuff. Figuring that If I was going to be a fat ass I might as well go all out. Not even bothering to take a seat in spite of my slightly inadequate legs I popped the top off then and there. Beginning to palm the deliciously sinful stuff into my mouth like some poor girl I afflicted with hunger. The icy smooth flavor washing over my tounge and filling my mouth, coupled with chunks of explosive and chunky chocolate. Leading to an exciting mixture of textures. Bathed in the cold air of the freezer I could feel my nipples start to harden. But I was far too concerned with cramming more ice cream into my mouth. Eating my feelings was hardly going to solve my problems. It would likely make them worse. Yet for the first time in my life I felt a true pull to cram myself full of junk food. The delicious taste doing a surprisingly excellent job of distracting me from the reason I was stuffing my face with it. It was a stuffing befitting a woman my size.

As some of the droplets began to run down my tits the cold became just a bit too much for even my well-padded form. Shivering and letting out a small moan at the sudden sensation of icy cold cream splashing against my cleavage. I went to return the box to the freezer. Yet a glance down confirmed that it was so depleted the bin would be a much more appropriate container. The amount of my consumption had slipped away beneath the same delicious tastes as my bodily woes. I face palmed silently before discarding the box into a nearby bin and shutting the freezer. Dabbing away at my bare breasts with a cloth I realized it was going to be a long wait till school started. I was a strange mix of distracted and pent up which meant studying wasn’t going to go that well. I could always use the advanced edition to let off some steam on some girls I thought needed a bit of extra punishment. But I couldn’t help but feel that actively seeking them out as use for stress relief would be a little amoral of me. And the last thing I needed was to feel ashamed of my deeds as well as my hoggish body. Then, as if in answer to my prayers my thoughts were interrupted by a noise echoing in from the door. The tell tale buzzing of someone ringing our door buzzer.