Chapter 8 - sweet tooth (part 2)

It wasn't noticeable at first, but with each subsequent cookie eaten, meant more effect for her. Ava took a swig of water, "BUUURRRPP, ahhh, that was good," she happily patted her belly, "Can't believe I at all eight cookies, I'm stuffed." But with patting the belly, she noticed that it was much softer. The blonde dismissed the feeling as being completely full from eating the sweets. Her blue eyes glued at the television, as she learned that Krystal weighed 653 pounds.
"Wow..." Ava thought, "I don't even think I was that heavy before. I can't believe she's able to move around being that big." Secretly, she fantasized reaching that weight through 'Sweet Dreams', but couldn't fathom reaching that weight naturally. Ava wished she could enjoy food as it is. During the commercial break, Ava unbuttoned her jeans, as it oddly felt tight. The programme continued, with the doctor's interview.

"...Alright, Krystal, I am going to tell you the cold hard truth. By my calculations, you will not be able to walk in a few months, if you continue eating this way..." he warned. The recliner sized woman sat on a wide chair in the doctor's office, her fat overflowing and wrapping around the arm rests. Ava felt heated at the sight of the camera watching the woman struggle to get out of the chair.
"See me, right now, huff, I'm standing, I'm able to walk to the van and back." Krystal retorted. "Surely...huf.. I can live just fine in my home."
"I don't think you understand the severity of your weight. You need to go on a diet."
The over six hundred pound lady sat back down, wedging herself yet again in the chair. "I do understand my weight, and it's fine with me," she argued. As Ava watched, her legs felt incredibly tight, becoming uncomfortable and painful. Recognizing it, she looked down, her flesh exploding out of the jeans, leaving no wrinkles.
"Nnngh," she grunted, sliding the pants off with great struggle. The young woman now realized that the 'Sweet Cookies' were actually taking effect. She reclined lengthwise on the couch, clad in only her now tight green tank top and pink panties. The feelings didn't dissuade her from her TV show, though now a thought in her mind.

"....Krystal's defiance has reached a tipping point as her next weigh in she had gained eight pounds in two weeks..." the narrator announced.
"Holy crap, she's a machine!" Ava commented, subconsciously rubbing her growing belly. The scene revealed the woman laying on custom made power recliner, completely naked, with her breasts drooping sideways, censored for TV's sake. Food caked all over the woman's abdomen, with her belly eating half of her legs. The spectating girl was impressed, but disgusted at how slobish she was. "If I ever get that big, I hope to god I don't get that lazy..." Ava thought, pulling up her tank top, to free her imprisoned belly and love handles. Her top, strained across her bust, the bra straps cutting into the skin. The chubbening woman couldn't focus on the show as she groaned in discomfort.
"Shoot this is soo tight..." she gazed at her chest, as the boobs demanded freedom from imprisonment. Ava struggled up to a sitting position when... RIIPPP! A tear from the tank top's seams relieved some of the pressure caused by her slow and incremental weight gain. The young woman's belly provided moderate resistance during the movement transition, resting on her thighs whilst seated.

Ava cupped her rising stomach with both hands, kneading it like dough, releasing it to bounce on her legs. Her privates tingled at the smooth massaging actions, as the pannus flesh flapped down onto it. Stopping, she watched as slowly but surely the cookies were being processed through her body, turing into pure fatness. Moving her limbs, confirmed her suspicions as the ripples and waves became more and more pronounced. The blonde rose to her feet, stretching her fattened body, reveling in it. She once again looked down, cringing in pain as the tank top continued to rip with every movement. Her panties, shared the same fate as they too began to rip.
"Ohhh, I'm growing-no, exploding out of my clothes..." Ava moaned sensually. Curious about her weight, the now clinically overweight girl stepped on the scale in the bathroom.
"164" she whispered, but staring at the number, it incrementally rose, "165...165.2...165.4...." The elastic waistband of her panties ejected, falling to the ground. Bending down to retrieved it was the coup de gras of the rest of her clothes, splitting down its' sides. Ava clutched the remnants as the bra bands ripped, just cupping her areolas.

"Well, shit...." she cursed with a devious smile, clutching her boobs and vagina for modesty instinctually. At the same time, sparks of pure erotic pleasure turned the blonde on. "Uhh... oooo..." with her hand now down in her nether region, she felt the extra flesh that had developed. Ava returned to the living room, her thighs rubbing and ass bouncing. The woman purposely collapsed on the couch sideways like before, her whole body responding with pleasure. She intended to return to the programming on the television, but with every look to and from the TV, the erotic pleasures coming from her body prevented so. Ava threw her useless bra out, letting the girls free to expand. Flesh caved in, rolls formed, skin rising, as her respirations increased. She lowered her hand against her waist, smothering the multiple folds to reach the pussy, curling around her risen belly.

Ava began rubbing her clit with the right hand, groping her expanding abdomen with the left, as pure carnal pleasure drooled from the vagina and mouth. "Oh, oh! You're such a fat ass, how could you let yourself go~!" the humiliating words only pushed her harder towards climax, as her belly folded downwards onto the legs, bounching against her masturbaing arm, as the noise of clapping flesh increased with every minute. "Ohhh... I feel soo heavy..." she groaned, her arms wobbling to the rhythm of the motions. "Fuck... I gotta be near 200 pounds!" Ava clenched her ass, with handfuls of gelatinous fat, and with that, her libido peaked, and legs quivered with fat and restlessness. "Ah! Oh! Oh!" the twenty three year old climaxed.

Ava huffed and puffed, mind in cloud nine, feeling nothing but the body getting heavier, and the pleasure that came from it. After many minutes, the blonde's mind relaxed. Her vision cleared, as it revealed her still growing frame. Ava attempted to sit up, the weight of her backpack sized belly resisted tremendously, folding into itself. To the woman, it was clear as day that her weight is becoming detrimental. Rising to her feet, she stumbled, adjusting her hips and thighs to its' new flubber self.
Ava's gut rumbled, "I must be getting hungry..." she thought, moving to the kitchen. Her gait slowed, as her thighs fought each forward movement. In the fridge, she bent down to retrieve the leftover food, her breasts and belly swinging to match the movement. Grabbing a fork, she stood at the countertop, scarfing at the grilled chicken salad. It only took three minutes to clean the bowl, leaving the woman unsatisfied.
"Ugh... still hungry!" she complained, returning to the fridge. She saw cream cheese, and grabbed it. Picking up the bagels she had purchased hours ago, she smothered the cream cheese and immediately ate it with furious intent. Bagel after bagel disappeared, as her hunger eventually quelled after the fourth one.

"Oh...." she groaned, kneading her every growing underbelly. "I love...I can't get enough..." the blonde then raised her belly, and released it on the countertop. The cold stone, sent chills of cold, and pleasure. Ava stepped out of the kitchen, her breasts and belly now bounced happily, jiggling with each hip shuffle. The woman reached to the television, to turn it off, as boobs and belly pressed against the screen. A reflection of her obesity remained. "I'm so big now..." Gazing at reflecting darkness, she realized her head was cut off, as the girl was used to seeing her full face on the screen. "I'm getting bigger in general..." she voiced, resting her thick arms on the hips. Curious on her weight, she lumbered to the bathroom, the waist and rear now twice the size than before. Stepping on, Ava leaned forward and pushed her gut aside, "264.3...264.7....265.3" the scale displayed.
"I'm still getting fatter," the obese girl decreed, "...and it feels so good," she grabbed her belly with both hands, lifting and releasing.
"But... when will it stop?" with every subsequent lift and drop, it sank lower and lower, eating away her legs, and beginning to cover her pussy.