Chapter 3 - sneaky feedee

When the lights are out and no one is awake, you sneak down to the fridge like you often do. You've gone all day pretending to maintain a diet you loudly tell anyone who will listen. But, of course, the diet is a lie after the sun sets. But you're the only one that knows that.

You're convinced these little moments with you and the fridge don't change the girl who opens that same fridge during the day. Moments like this started out more innocent at first. You convinced yourself you earned it and deserved it. You've been eating like a rabbit all day, and feel unfulfilled. Even though you snuck down here, getting caught in the act won't be a big deal. But, of course, that doesn't stop the hair on the back of the neck from standing up every time you hear a noise somewhere else in the house..

These moments strangely feel as intimate as any moment you've had with any partner. It feels SO wrong and SO right at the same time. You know you're cheating on your diet, but you can't help yourself. It feels too good to break the rules.

Sometimes you fantasize about what would happen if you got caught stuffing your face. It would be so embarrassing and humiliating to be found like this in the dim light of the fridge, eating like a pig. What would the punishment be? What would they say to you? What would they think if they could see you behaving this way? So.. you may ask yourself, why does the prospect of getting caught in your sinful act turn you on so much?

As you bend into the fridge, you can feel the cotton of your panties strain against your ass more. Part of you pretends nothing has changed. Another part of you is thrilled. Once you start eating, you know where your brain will drift off to. You know why you're here again. You want the consequences to show up so people can see what you've been up to every night. What would they say if they saw your little yoga booty blow up? What would they think if they saw a muffin top and belly form where there was once flatness? You think about these things as you unleash the natural glutton in you like a werewolf in the moonlight.

No forks or utensils. Hands only. You need to be able to cover your tracks at a moment's notice if you hear someone coming. You reach for the back of the fridge, where you've hidden the most fattening foods. The heavy cream you told people was just for coffee is back there too—your beverage of choice on nights like this. The rich and creamy taste always lingers on your tongue as you wonder how it will overnourish your body. You feel like you're misbehaving with every sip you take. A horny little deviant, getting her thrills like this. If you keep this up, you're going to get fat.

That dull strain on your belly takes longer to make itself present to you the more times you do this. You chase that feeling like every other time, eating more to get it again. That pain feels good, like nothing else you've experienced before. It's your reward you get to take back to bed with you, even after the fridge door closes. You can't wait to rub that full feeling to ease the pain as you drift off to sleep later.

One day down the road, a wider fatter ass bends into the fridge. Your new flabby belly bunches up around your stomach rolls that never used to be there. With each subtle movement, the softness you're encased in jiggles on your body. The clothes you've long outgrown but stubbornly cling onto feel like they're going to rip at any moment. You haven't accepted the fact that your long-running affair with the fridge has pushed the tag size on your clothes into plus size. Even though you're still a daylight dieter, everyone suspects you've been cheating on it, given the state of your body. These days, they wouldn't be surprised to see you doing what you do every night.

You knew this would happen one day, but here you are, a fat girl sneaking to the fridge late at night to stuff her face. Though the floorboards creak louder as you make your late-night visits, you still try to keep this little secret. Somehow, this new fat version of you makes more sense. One way or another, sneaky or not, a fridge raiding feedee always gets fat.