chapter 5

A week later and Stacey’s attitude had changed. If Mickey wanted her to eat to excess, then that was what she was going to do! She no longer thought about vomiting all the food back up after eating. The security around her was too tight to do that.
She had got used to the feeling of being full all the time. She didn’t mind it. It helped if she loosened her clothing off a bit. Indeed, she had started challenging herself to eat until she was stuffed full and could not possibly eat any more. Even in a week, she had noticed her tolerance for excessive volumes of food had gone up.
She’d already put on four pounds in weight! She was sure that Mickey would forgive her indiscretions and everything would go back to normal in a few weeks. Then she would go on a strict diet and lose all on her excessive poundage and maybe a bit more.
In the mean time, she surprised herself how eager she was to get started in the morning. Maybe she was looking for the first sugar hit of the day?
As well as eating too much and drinking the sweet creamy tea and coffee, she could drink as much fizzy pop as she liked. The sugar was pure calories, but the fizz would help to stretch her stomach so that she could eat even more! She quite liked that idea! She drank as much of it as she could to squeeze into the tiny gaps that were left in her stomach between the food.
She put on half a stone in her second week. She was getting used to simply sitting around, doing nothing but eating and drinking.
Her clothes were starting to show her moderate gains. All her waistbands were tight, but the rest of her clothing wrinkled up on her body just a little bit more than they used to. Her face was softer, although she still did not have a double chin.
Mickey considered taking her out and letting the paparazzi see how much she had let herself go. Then again, it was too early. A few pounds was nowhere near enough!
He thought she suited the few extra pounds. She looked sexier, prettier. He fancied her more than he had done on their wedding day! What would she look like with a couple of extra stones on her person?

Stacey hated the extra pounds on her body when she saw herself in the mirror. Her clothes did not fit properly. Her stomach was rounded instead of being flat. So she stopped looking at the full length mirror. Even the bathroom mirror showed up how pudgy her face was getting. She tried refusing to eat so much. Mickey had her tied to a chair as punishment and she was denied all food. She was also denied access to the bathroom to go to the toilet though. She held on as long as she could, but when her knickers were wet it was extremely uncomfortable and simply got worse the longer she sat there.
After twenty four hours, she agreed to Mickey’s diet plan in it’s entirety. She would not even think about cheating! She would do anything that he wanted her to do!

A month after starting her new eating regime, Stacey looked very different. All her clothes were very tight. Knee length pencil skirts were a struggle to get on. Once they were on, they would not fasten and the hemline rode up to her hips, revealing the newly formed cellulite on her legs and her pudgy knees. Blouses only just fastened with the buttons bulging and sometimes loosening off themselves with the tension. Over her enhanced breasts, the fabric was the most stretched. She often had to leave that part unbuttoned. Mickey did not mind being able to see her bra bursting out. Below her breasts, her blouse wrinkled and struggled to keep her covered. Blouses without buttons were a struggle to get on in the first place. They flattened her breasts down, pushing everything out to the side and the fabric was so stretched that the seams threatened to rip. A tee shirt or something similar made of stretchy fabric was easier to get on, but showed every new bulge and refused to stay down over her waistband as it should. Instead, it rode up, revealing a roll of her flesh.
A month of no maintenance to her beauty regime meant her dark roots were starting to show in her hair. Some of her hair extensions were falling out. Her natural nails were starting to show around the cuticle. Her false tan had worn off and she had gone back to her natural pale skin. Most of her eyelash extensions had fallen off. The ones that remained looked straggly and messy.
Now that she was no longer tanned, her dark foundation looked wrong against her pale skin. She left it off and tried using concealer all over her face instead. That gave her the full coverage she was looking for. She used her old foundation just to do her contouring instead.

Now that she was overeating on her own, she was allowed out of her room and into the rest of the house. She was allowed to go anywhere she pleased as long as she did not go outside. She should go to the gym. She told herself, even if she had get fat, she could keep her muscles toned and she could stay fit. But, the truth was, she really could not be bothered! She felt so full and bloated all the time that it was not worth the effort.
She did not bother with most of the house. She was usually found in the snug in a reclining chair, with the telly on and a tray full of treats beside her, with she would be tucking into enthusiastically.