chapter 4 - acceptance

Stepping off the scales, Charlie presented his larger self in the mirror. “How have I gained 33 pounds since last week…surely that’s not possible? I’ve strictly stuck to my diet. How am I meant to date anyone looking like this”? Charlie began to explore his newfound fat. His face was softer to the touch, his arms were bigger, he found he had more back fat, grabbing rolls of it in his hands, and he now exhibited larger moobs. As he felt around, he explored further down to his round belly, larger thighs and softer ass. To his surprise, although he gained so much in such as short time, there wasn’t a stretch mark in sight. “Perhaps all this new softness isn’t all that bad” he thought as he continued to explore, squeeze and shake his porky body. As he continued, he felt more aroused and with this, something awoke in him.

As if an animalistic instinct had taken a hold of him, he made his way into the kitchen as fast as he could, becoming more aroused by the feeling of his body wobbling in places he had never felt. He relentlessly ate everything he could find, ripping open packets and wrappers. Squeezing the sauces into his mouth, eating the jars of honey, jams, and pickles, and even emptying the tubs of ice cream and butter with his hands and face. Still on the pursuit of easing his desire and overwhelming hunger, Charlie found leftover crumbs across and around the sofa which he didn’t hesitate to eat on all fours like some kind of animal. Whilst this display of uncontrollable animalistic behaviour continued, he felt awarded throughout as he orgasmed an unknown amount, without touching himself. Before long Charlie had fallen asleep yet again on the floor beside the sofa into a blissful sleep.

With a start he awoke to the sound of his phone ringing and crawled over to answer it. It was almost midday and he was in trouble, he quickly fabricated a story, coughing between words saying he was unwell and has been in bed since he got home the night before. Thankfully, this act was convincing enough and he wasn’t required back in till after the weekend. Charlie forced himself into a standing position. Surveying his surroundings, and looking down at the strain on his underwear and how they looked likely to explode at any moment, he felt ashamed and motivated to tidy up and sort himself out. “I seriously need to go on a diet, when did I turn into such a pig”?

After several cumbersome hours of cleaning, tidying and of course finding some clothes that would fit him, whilst manoeuvring his fatter body bumping into every piece of furniture and wall, the place and himself were somewhat presentable once again. However, even sporting his largest hoody, his belly was just peeking out. It was time to head back to La Mangeoire and he couldn’t wait.