Chapter 5 - Part 5 – Gluttony (Gula)

(Continued from previous chapter)

The point of no return…Felicia touched gently the side of her voluminous belly and slowly made her way towards the buffet tables. People were still staring and she heard the word “pregnant” whispered around her. She grabbed a plate and piled it high with salmon rolls, spring rolls, meatballs and mini pizzas. She leaned against the wall – sitting was not an option, the dress would have surely ripped, stuffed a whole salmon roll in her mouth and sighed quietly, her eyes losing focus.

-Where will this end? How far will I go? So full, hurts so good. More. Another plate. Chicken, grapes, more salmon rolls. Oh my there’s a dessert table too, will I actually pop if I go for dessert too? the thoughts ran through her head.

Slowly she waddled to the dessert table hoping no one would bump into her bursting belly. Cake, pie, éclairs, cookies. An unknown amount of food and time later, a firm grasp on her hand, pulling, leading her to the car. Bending over, pain. Loud ripping sound, relief. Then darkness.

Part 5 – Gluttony (Gula)

Some months later the divorce process was over, but another process was just beginning. Felicia didn’t live in the mansion anymore. Nor did she have a new Porsche, nor other luxuries. She had less of almost everything, except fat and food.

She now lived in a comfortable first floor downtown apartment, just across the street from the best local bakery. George was no longer her husband and he already had a new trophy wife attending all the events with him. Nobody remembered his chubby ex wife anymore.

Felicia woke up groggily, dropping an empty donut box, chocolate wrappers and an ice cream carton on the floor to accompany others of their kind. A family size pizza box stayed on the bed because it wasn’t completely empty.

-How could I have missed that? she said to herself and reached for the box causing her fat belly to fill her lap, pouring over her hip from the side she leaned towards. Her fat upper arms jiggled with absolutely no muscle tone when she lifted the box to her side – lap was not really an option as the edge of the box would dig in her tender belly. The two remaining slices were eaten casually, like drinking a glass of water after waking up. For most people that would have been enough for lunch, but Felicia was a hungry girl now, and she didn’t consider it even a pre-breakfast snack. It was something that should have already been inside her turning into fat cells, not outside her, forgotten to be eaten.

With all food now correctly accounted for, Felicia stepped in the bathroom, her naked body jiggling everywhere. There was a brand new industrial strength scale on the floor, a gift from her lover, and obediently she stepped on it. Peering over her protruding belly she read the flashing number: 213lbs, a bit over a pound since last morning, not bad. Her lover will be happy. And only 37 pounds to go, at that pace it was only five weeks in the future.

Felicia quickly looked if there was any more uneaten food in the apartment, but found none. Quickly she did her hair and makeup, put on a pair of maternity jeans and a pink top that hugged her sides tighter than before. To her delight the jeans were snug around her flaring hips, but luckily the stretch panel in the front still had ways to go so she could relax her belly and let it all out.

-God I’m starving, she groaned and pushed the door open and almost ran across the street and pulled the door open just as the owner was opening the bakery.

-Just on time as always, Miss Felicia, the owner smiled and guided her to her usual table, setting a plate of 4 éclairs on the table before she even managed to seat herself.

-Mmh, fankf you, she mumbled her mouth full and swallowed a huge bite, Keep them coming, I’m really hungry today, Charlie.

True to her word, Felicia fed herself for over an hour before coming up for air. At some point she lost count and just went with the flow, enjoying the sensations of eating the soft, sweet and fattening treats.

-How did I do, Charlie? I kinda lost count there somewhere, she giggled and ran her hands over her globular belly that was gurgling from satisfied fullness.

-Oh let’s see...I think you almost broke your record from the day before. 7 donuts, 5 eclairs, 3 crème puffs, 2 pieces of lime pie and 3 pieces of chocolate cake. I’d say you’re a few donuts, one éclair and one piece of cake from your record, miss, the elderly man chuckled from the cash register. He had reason to be happy too, Felicia brought almost a fifth of his income and the number was on the rise.

-Yeah but I was soo full the other day, I have lots of room left here now. Maybe I’ll skip lunch today, just keep them coming Charlie, I’m going to break that record, Felicia announced from her table.

Felicia might have been bragging just a bit about her capacity, but Charlie didn’t have to know how much it turned her on to get herself into situations where she wasn’t certain she could finish all the food. Besides the part about skipping lunch was a lie. No matter how much she ate, she would want more by lunch time.

So she kept eating. She ate another 20 minutes, coming even with her previous record, and then kept eating more. Then just as she was starting to consider calling it quits, Charlie brought a new experiment on the table: a small hot dog -shaped donut that was glazed with sugar and filled with whipped vanilla cream and Greek yogurt. It tasted so amazing Felicia moaned out loud when she ate it.

Suddenly she got her second wind and yelled Charlie to bring more of those, a whole plateful if he didn’t mind. Felicia was in heaven, the small creamy things disappearing in her rapidly swelling stomach. Two, four, six, seven. The plate was empty.

-More Charlie! She yelled to the backroom although she was starting to hurt a bit from being so full. But the things were so amazing and she just felt so out of control that she had to have more. And gosh she was soaked down there.