chapter 4 just desserts

“I can’t...stop...I can’t stop! I need more! I can’t stop eating!”
Grease now joined the crumbs in her cleavage, cheese dripping down her face. And still she ate, her engorged belly swelling with every bite.

She didn’t remember falling asleep on the couch, but when she did wake up late the next morning, she found herself in a sea of wrappers, cans and crumbs. Still bloated from her binge the night before, she struggled to sit up, her exposed belly forming rolls as she sat up. Wait. Mia ran her hands along her sides, yes there were indeed new rolls of fat, the consequence of her laps in will power.

With newfound energy, Mia made her way to the bathroom scale. She had gained another 4 lbs of fat, bringing her grand total to 9lbs. 9lbs in just over a week. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her stomach looked bloated for sure, but any other changes to her face and figure were so slight they were imperceptible, even under Mia’s gaze.

“I gained nearly 10 pounds already. What if I lose control again? What if I can’t keep myself from eating? I’ll just keep getting bigger and bigger after each slip up. Oh god, if I can’t get control of this I’ll blow up like a fucking blimp. I could end up huge, what if I get too big for all my clothes? Hell what if I get too big to walk, or stand or-“
Her train of thought came to a halt when she realized she was masterbateing. Subconsciously, as she spiraled, imagining herself getting bigger and heavier, her blob like stomach bursting through tight clothing, her hand had slipped beneath her panties. And she was seriously wet.
“Ah! What the fuck!”

Night City was full of perverts, people who let their kinks be known to the world. Familiar with the City’s underbelly, Mia knew that her newfound fetish was not uncommon. But these thoughts, theses feelings, were indeed new.
“It must be hormone changes...not only can I not stop eating, but I get horny doing it. I am so fucked.”
She bit her lip and put her hands in her head. How was she going to stop this? Having a sexual need to eat on top of everything else was only going to make resisting her urges even harder.
“Maybe I should have dropped the cash, gotten the implants fixed....no....no then I’d be living in a dumpster.”
Thinking of money brought her mind to work. She had been working from home since the incident, taking leave from field missions.
“Shit! I could get fired! If I can’t keep myself putting on weight I’ll lose my job, hell my sex appeal was how I got hired in the first place...”

Her pity party was interrupted by a knock at the door. Shit. Her apartment was a mess, she was a mess, her pants couldn’t even zip shut.
“Just a second” she called out
She rushed to change clothes, opting for a baggy sweatsuit. Unfortunately she didn’t have time to tidy up before V let herself in.

V somehow hacked the lock and walked in to see Mia attempting to shove the evidence of last nights binge in a too small trash bin.
“Uh...had a party last night?” Said V skeptically.
Mia awkwardly responded “yep! Total rager. Had some friends over and...stuff...uhm...”
V didn’t seem convinced. “Anyways, I have news about our problem. I’ve identified our mutual contact, a low profile fixer down in Santo Domingo. I was wondering if you wanted to do a ride along since this involves you too, but you look...busy.”
Mia blushed and crossed her arms, attempting to hide her protruding stomach from the perceptive eyes of V.
V when on, “If this fixer knows you, you could be in danger. There seems to be more to this situation that we still need to learn. I’ll be in touch if you need anything”

With that, V was on her way. “She’ll be in touch?” Thought Mia “This can’t be the same merc who busted in through the window. Today she seemed almost friendly.”

Mia’s stomach growled. She was hungry again