chapter 5: breakfast

The next morning Amanda awoke to the sound of her phone alarm blaring in bed beside her. She fidgeted around in a stupor trying to reach for it. What was all of that pressure holding her down? Why did it feel like she had sandbags strapped to her? She popped her eyes open and remembered that the events of last night weren’t some bizarre dream she had. Her rippling flesh jostled gently around her as she wiggled and squirmed in bed to grab her phone and silence the alarm. Suddenly it hit her. The hunger. The absolute hunger. It was like some grim icy hand from beyond this dimension was reaching directly into her stomach and squeezing it as hard as possible. She tried to sit up, but struggled to make any progress and elected to rock herself from side to side, building up enough momentum to roll over to one side and swing her huge legs around towards the floor. She may not have been a fatty for long, but she had been studying them in preparation for YEARS, and had some idea of what to do. Rocking herself again she heaved her heavy body to her feet, struggling for just a moment to keep her balance after doing so.

Waddling down the hall towards the kitchen she wondered what she even had to eat. Ripping open the fridge she found a full package of bacon, a full dozen eggs, a container of sour cream, and a full 2 pound bag of cheddar cheese. On the counter she had a fresh loaf of bread, and searching through the cabinets she found a half used box of bisquick. She had a fresh bottle of syrup and a full gallon of milk. She had recently made the switch to whole milk, hoping to add some calories to her daily regimen, the thought of which amused her as she patted her massive but empty belly. She dragged some pans out, heated up the stove, grabbed some butter and crisco and set to work.

About 20 minutes later and she was sitting down to an absolute feast. She had made toast out of the entire loaf of bread, dumped the eggs, container of sour cream, and entire bag of cheese into a pan together to make a sort of cheesy scrambled egg, she had fried and along the way of cooking devoured the entire package of bacon, and what remained of the bisquick had yielded about 8 large pancakes. Parceling things out, her stomach aching and mouth watering, Amanda set to work devouring the feast she had set out for herself. She wasn’t sure how much she could fit, since she had never eaten this much food in her entire life, but she was taken aback at just how ravenous she felt. She slathered her pancakes in a full stick of butter and drenched them in maple syrup. She ate every cheesy, gooey bite of her eggs. She devoured the toast with another full stick of butter on half of them, a half jar of grape jam on the rest. She drank half of the gallon of whole milk herself, and cleaning her plate of the last scraps let out a mighty belch. Her fat pussy began to throb. She wasn’t full yet.

“Holy shit I can put away food…” she said to herself, slapping her engorged belly. Struggling, she pulled herself up from the table and waddled over to the pantry.

“God why did I have to do this so unprepared. I was such a skinny shit I don’t have anywhere NEAR the amount of food here I need…” she exclaimed. All she really had were ingredients to other meals. A box of uncooked pasta noodles. A jar of spaghetti sauce. Some cake mix. This wouldn’t do. Finally she noticed on the top shelf the jar of nutella she kept around for the occasional peanut butter and nutella sandwiches she would put together. She lunged for the jar like a starving wild animal, spinning the lid off frantically while waddling over to the silverware drawer to grab out a spoon. She flung the drawer open into her own fat thighs, springing it back and almost closing it.

“Son of a bitch!” she shouted. This was the third time she had done that this morning. Her new body would take some getting used to.

Digging back into the drawer she grabbed out a large spoon and scooped a massive blob of nutella out of the tub and past her greedy lips. Another scoop, another scoop, soon she was frantically cleaning the inside of the jar for the last few morsels. Her hunger had not been totally satiated, but it was a little bit better than before.

“What am I going to do today?” she wondered to herself.

If one thing was for certain, she was going to need to take a big trip to the grocery store. This presented another problem: leaving her house. For one, she had been entirely naked since making herself obese. Her mind moved to the varying sizes of clothes she had optimistically placed in the spare bedroom. Even if she had clothes that fit, she was still nervous about the thought of being seen outside. Still, she needed to go out and she decided to see if any of the clothes she had bought would fit.

Waddling into the spare room, she looked through the closet for the plus size dresses she had bought last year. Pulling the largest size she could find off the hanger, she matched it up against her body. There was no way this thing was fitting. She popped it over her head and tried to pull the roomy waist down. The fabric stretched very tightly over her immense figure, and the large built in cups for her breasts would obviously by completely inadequate to contain them at these proportions. Waddling back into the bedroom, she grabbed the idol and tapped its head three times to return to normal size. The tight and constricting dress quickly became like a tent around her, the size difference being downright hilarious.

“Crazy to think I filled this out and then some just a second ago” Amanda said aloud as she struggled to hold on to the straps and keep the bed sheet like dress from falling to the floor around her.

She began rubbing the idol’s belly slowly, taking great pleasure in watching herself expand once again. As the dress began to fill out, she positioned it correctly, and increased the weight until it fit perfectly. She smiled a devilish grin and rubbed the belly a tiny bit more, stretching the dress just slightly against her fatness. If she was going out as a fat girl, she may as well go out stuffed into her clothing. Priority one had become finding whatever the largest garment possible was, so she could go out even fatter on future trips, then going shopping, then eating. She took the dress back off, fished out a bra and panties of roughly matching size and snugness, and headed out of the room. Slightly lighter on her feet but still waddling, Amanda passed the bathroom, paused and wandered back in, stepping on the scale for curiosity.

“Three hundred ninety-two point zero pounds” it chimed.

“So the biggest I could dream last year was being a 390 pound fatty?” Amanda questioned, judging her former self and proud at her 470+ pound figure which couldn’t possibly stuff herself into those clothes.

She lacked a properly large winter coat, but it was supposed to be a bit warmer outside with the sun today, and besides - what was all of this blubber for if it wasn’t going to keep her warm in cold weather? Grabbing her purse and shoving in the idol, her keys and phone, she headed out the door, quietly shutting it behind her. She attempted to waddle silently down the hall, but under her increased weight the floors were creaking slightly in the old building. She frantically pressed the elevator button and got inside just as Ms. Moretti popped her head out of the door, getting just a glimpse of the ass end of an obese woman waddling on the to elevator.

“Ugh, look at that! How can a lady let herself get so big?” she wondered to herself. “It sounded like an elephant was stampeding through out hallway, how is anyone supposed to have any peace and quiet around here?”