chapter 3 shall we start again? (a follow up to “hungry for more?”)

I couldn’t believe my enormous state, I was the epitome of excess. I couldn’t move that much. Remembering those words “You now weigh 885 pounds”. FUCK, I’m such a fat pig! When I read that on screen I was euphoric. I started to explore my massive body. It felt so good feeling my colossal stomach, if someone was to measure my gut. it would be around 13’. I was a monument of blubber, I felt like a work of art. I couldn’t think about anything, just my sheer size.
I tried getting my serenity back but, I just couldn’t. The sensorial overload was just too much for me to handle. Between the feeling of being stuffed beyond the point it hurts, the smell of sweet good delicious cake, my bulge throbbing with crazed fervor; expecting to be satisfied, but being unable to be so due to my distended state.
Thinking of where this hidden desire came from was so difficult. I couldn’t pinpoint any moment in my life where I wanted to become an abominable fat porker. I spent hours feeling my body, getting aroused with the thought of getting heavier and larger.
In an instant, I got hungry again. And what can you do with a cake shop all by yourself? Exactly, Pig Out. With a greedy smile, I waddled up to the cakes and stuffed myself with them. It felt so satisfying feeling my gut expanding with each cake that entered me. They were so good, they even tasted better than the first time, they had the right amount of moisture and buttercream. I crammed cake after cake into my greedy mouth. I didn’t care of how messy I was while doing so. After all, I was the only person in town.
Hours passed after my legendary gorging and I was as big as you could imagine. I was satisfied, finally my fantasy was fulfilled. My crotch area was moist after my pig out due to the friction with my immense legs and my humungous belly. After a couple of minutes, the TV turned on once again with a squeaky beep saying the following: “Congratulations, massive pig. You’ve done it, you now weigh 1770 pounds. Did you enjoy yourself?” to which I reply “Absolutely”, after that another message showed up “Shall we start again?”…