Biggest glutton in the world

chapter 2

After finishing the last piece she laid back, the couch creaking again. She’d never even come close to eating this much in one sitting before, she was truly amazed at how she’d managed to fit inside her belly today. Her gut strained against her belt and she went to let it out, only to find it was already on the last notch. Upon releasing the belt her belly pushed out popping off the button on her pants and spilled out in to view, well below the bottom of her tight shirt. Sigh. She heaved herself up and went to her bedroom. In her wardrobe was a new outfit. She’d outgrown so many clothes, and found clothes shopping such an embarrassing experience that one day she simply ordered a whole set of outfits off the internet ranging from large to XXXL, so that she knew she would always have clothes that would fit her no matter how huge she got. She selected the last remaining outfit, the biggest size jeans and button up blouse she’d been able to find from any clothing store anywhere. It fit her very comfortably. No rolls or bulges were peaking out and she could feel that there may even be room for growth in the pants especially. The blouse actually had a v shaped neck and showed off her amazing cleavage quite tastefully. She hung a little silver love heart necklace around her neck and it dangled enticingly just about her amazing cleavage. Kind of cute, she thought. This made her feel slightly better about the enormous binge she’d had today. At least she had a little while longer before she outgrew her next outfit. Or so she thought.

She went back downstairs to the couch. She laid back on it for a moment, clutching the sides of her enormous gut in both hands with a smile on her face. She was starting to feel sleepy when all of a sudden her belly rumbled loudly. So loudly in fact that it startled her. She looked down and it groaned and rumbled again. She knew she should be feeling like she was about to burst, but if she didn’t know better she would have said the gurgle kind of felt more like a hunger pang. Frowning she rubbed the sides of her belly experimentally. It rumbled hungrily again, this time much longer and louder. She felt the vibration through her fingers and saw little ripples under the fabric of the clothes echo briefly over her enormously fat body. Her eyes widened in amazement. She wasn’t sure she could believe it, but truthfully she felt absolutely starving!

What the hell? It's impossible, she thought, amazed. I can't still be hungry after that! I shouldn't need to eat for ... a ...

But she could hardly even think straight as her imagination suddenly butted in with images of a sizzling hamburger with everything ... a chocolate shake big enough to drown in ... enough pudding to fill a swimming pool ... her resistance crumbled like a cookie. Hungrily, she dug an unopened gallon of ice cream out of the freezer and dug in. Even though she had an ice cream headache after the first few serving-spoons-full, she was lost in the flavour and texture, the wonderful feeling of fullness. As she polished off the ice cream, she mixed up five boxes of cake mix and put them on to bake, then warmed up the store bought brownies from the day before in the microwave.

As she munched on the brownies, she dug up a Christmas ham that's been frozen for a while. Ripping off the cellophane, she stuffed it into the microwave and set it cooking. Meanwhile, she combined all the lunchmeat in the fridge with a package of grated cheese, a jar of mayonnaise, and a loaf of bread to create a sandwich that, if Guinness ever saw it, might convince them to re-open the record books. But since she devoured the whole thing over the next half-hour, they would never know.

Even by her standards of gluttony this was way out of control.

Her stomach was feeling tight and full, but she scented the cakes and puddings in the oven and her mouth began to water profusely. They were done! She stacked them one on top of the other, spreading them with butter as she went, and then munched her way down to the bottom of the pile. As she was licking the last warm bits of pudding goo from her fingers the microwave finished with the ham.

The familiar ecstasy that accompanied her feats of gluttony paled in comparison to the sheer bliss that she was feeling now. Lindsay’s desire to keep and eating and eating and never stop had become a reality. The consequences of what she was doing were starting to concern her though. She’d stuffed herself silly or eaten way too much for her own good many times before but nothing like this. She shuddered to think how much fatter she’d get if she continued to eat like this every day, imagining herself at twice her current size. Her mind wandered over images of broken furniture, obliterated buffets and disbelieving stares... God she would end up being the fattest girl in the whole world at this rate. Poor Lindsay, if only she knew that she had vastly underestimated just how fat she would eventually end up. Perhaps then she may have been able to find the willpower to stop herself...

This is wrong, she thought to herself as she struggled to pull the hot meat from the microwave. I keep eating, and I'm still hungry! It feels gooooood ... but ... I'm ... so fat ... already ... goooood ... can't ... stop ... gooood ...

The ham was good and disappeared all too quickly into her bloated belly, and she realized that if she didn't start trying to find a way to stop herself now, she might just keep eating and eating until she either exploded or ran out of food! She tried to resist the warm fullness ... the sweet yumminess ... the woooonderful way it feels when the food slides down your throat and makes a warm place in your tummy ...

Got to stop eating… must … got to …

Got .. got to ... what? Her eyes went wide as she looked at her belly, it was pushing out against her blouse and pants, widening the parts between the buttons slightly and pressing more snugly in to the seams of her pants. The food fell from her hand in shock as she felt her breasts strain her too tight bra to the point of making it creak loudly. She gasped in horror at the realisation that she was slowly getting fatter and fatter by the second. Was this real? Were her rational thoughts being buried beneath an avalanche of hunger? It was simply all too much for her and she blacked out... exhausted.

Through her kitchen window, a man’s face appeared sporting a particularly sinister grin. The man observed Lindsay sprawled out in the middle of the kitchen floor. There she was. A big, fat, gluttonous and ALWAYS HUNGRY girl who would desire to eat every piece of food put in front of her. As he came closer he saw that Lindsay’s enormous body was covered by the remnants of one hell of a feast, her face and chest covered in chocolate, butter, cream and other bits and pieces of food. The kitchen could probably qualify as a disaster area, with all the scraps and trash spread over everything.

Even considering that he knew the effects of the chemicals in her body, he was still a little taken aback by the sheer extent of her gluttony. His eyes narrowed as his grin widened.

“Don’t worry, princess. You’ll get plenty more to eat.”