chapter 25 - rest of the week 1

The week progressed as they both had intended. She stuffed herself masterbatorialy between brief periods of sleep and digestion, while he went about his week like business as usual. Other than feeling a little groggier than usual and taking care of his seemingly perpetually stuffed wife, everything was normal.

And for her, life was gradually moving back to normal. Sticking to her goals, she remained, for the most part, perpetually overly full. She finished off the rest of the boost and gainer powder by continuing to use the feeder twice at night and twice in the day. Thursday early morning was her last late night feeding and also her first day back at work. It was a little hard to concentrate in the beginning, but as she let her digestive system clear out for the first time in over a week she got back to it. She still snacked throughout the day, but since it took so much to get full now, she snacked constantly but barely felt like it. Even though she had slowed down comparatively and only snacked at a casual pace, the pile of trash that surrounded her at the end of the day was more substantial than she expected. Where she normally would have been concerned, she was starting to get turned on again. Realizing that she could casually expand her waistline while working was considerably erotic to her.

True to her intentions, she resisted the temptation to have another late night feeding on Thursday. However, she did have trouble sleeping with her stomach constantly convinced it was starving around 10 and 3. But resist, she did and only had a small mixing bowl of cereal with whole milk Friday morning.

She waited until her lunch break for the weigh in and was just as worked up to see where she was at, as she was to stuff herself silly once she found out. She felt like she’d been starving herself all morning and was a little lightheaded by the time she scooted the scale out. Pulling it out with her foot, she managed to lose her balance (a regular occurrence carrying ever increasing girth) and popped the scale on its side. Slamming back down the batteries popped out. She hurriedly gathered em before they rolled too far off, threw them back in, and set it down. The 0s flashed and she stepped on. Leaning over and waiting for it to settle on a number. It stopped, flashed, and she stepped off and right back on again. Her heart was racing and her p#*sy was tingling. It settled again and she let out a flabbergasted, “Holy Fu—“