Chapter 4: Mirror, mirror at the wall

As Aliya stood in front of the mirror, the steam from the shower slowly dissipating around her, she noticed something different about her body. There, on her lower belly, starting at her fattening FUPA, was an angry red stretch mark. She ran her fingers over it, feeling the raised texture of her skin. It was a stark reminder of the changes her body had undergone in such a short amount of time.

At first, Aliya felt a twinge of panic. Had she gone too far? Was her body breaking under the strain of her constant indulgence? But as she examined herself more closely, a thrill of excitement coursed through her. The stretch mark was proof of her body's transformation, a testament to her desires.

As the days went on, Aliya found herself becoming more and more obsessed with her body. She would spend hours in front of the mirror, examining every inch of herself, marveling at how much she had changed. Her once-flat stomach now protruded, soft and round, while her hips had widened, creating a more pronounced curve in her silhouette. Her breasts had also grown, now spilling out of the cups of her bras.

Despite her obsession with her body, Aliya couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame. She knew that her indulgence was far from healthy, that she was risking her long-term health for short-term pleasure. But the arousal she felt at the thought of becoming even bigger was too strong to resist. It was a constant battle between her desires and her sense of self-preservation, and Aliya wasn't sure which side would win in the end.

As she walked through the campus, her expanding body drawing more and more attention, Aliya couldn't help but feel both excited and terrified. She knew that her body was becoming increasingly out of control, that she was spiraling deeper into her fetish with each passing day. But there was a small part of her that reveled in the attention, that enjoyed the way people looked at her with both shock and awe.

As the weeks wore on, Aliya's cravings only grew stronger. The nearby pizzeria and supermarket were both tempting and dangerous, giving her easy access to indulge in her secret fantasies. But despite the constant pull of her fetish, Aliya was determined to make the most of her time at university. She studied hard, made new friends, and even joined a few clubs.

And yet, despite all her efforts to distract herself, the thought of becoming even bigger never left her mind. It was a constant presence, lurking in the back of her thoughts, a dark desire that she knew could consume her if she let it.

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As Aliya waited for her food delivery, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building within her. The thought of all that food she was about to eat was almost too much to bear.

As she waited, she stood in front of the mirror, running her hands over her expanding belly and tracing the angry red stretch mark that had appeared a few days ago. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure through her body, and she couldn't help but imagine the other stretch marks that would soon follow.

The red stretch marks on her belly portrayed the irreversible damage she had already done to her once-slim body in such a short amount of time, and the thought made her almost dizzy with desire. She wanted to give in to her cravings, to indulge in every delicious morsel and feel her body grow even larger. She had always been drawn to the idea of getting fatter, and now that it was actually happening, she couldn't help but revel in it.

Running her hands over her soft curves, Aliya imagined herself growing even bigger, her body expanding with each passing day. The thought of becoming too large to even leave her apartment filled her with a strange sense of excitement, and she could feel herself getting wet at the thought.

As the doorbell rang, Aliya snapped out of her reverie, a flush spreading across her cheeks as she hurried to answer it. She opened the door to find a delivery man holding several large bags of food, his eyes widening slightly as he took in her plump figure. She had forgotten to close her bath robe, so her tummy with stretch marks and all was on full display.

"Uh, here's your order," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

Aliya felt a thrill of excitement run through her at his reaction, and she smiled coyly at him as she took the bags of food. Closing the door, she carried them over to the living room, eagerly tearing into them and savoring every bite.

For the next hour, Aliya ate and ate, barely stopping to catch her breath as she devoured burger after burger, fry after fry. By the time she was finished, she was practically bursting at the seams, her belly swollen and distended from all the food.

As she lay on the couch, feeling the weight of her overindulgence settling heavily on her body, Aliya couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over her, and it intensified between her thighs. She knew that what she was doing was unhealthy, and this made her feel so turned on, that she lay there, bloated tummy extended. She slowly continued rubbing her clit as she had done all the time while eating. Aas she imagined all this food she had just eaten transforming her big round tummy the warm inside her intensified, and she rubbed harder, faster. She imagined herself with a big fat tummy, she imagined new stretch marks opening her skin. She was determined to keep pushing herself further, to see just how far she could go in her quest to become the biggest, fattest version of herself possible. She came in shaking orgasm, unable to control herself. She was such a mess. Such a hot, fattened up mess.

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The next day, Aliya woke up feeling bloated and sluggish from her massive binge the night before. Her belly felt heavy and full, and the new stretch marks on her lower belly were still visible. As she got dressed, she couldn't help but notice how tight her clothes had become.

Despite the discomfort, a part of her reveled in the sensation of being stuffed and full. She couldn't help but crave more, to see how much further she could push her body.

Throughout the day, she caught herself daydreaming about her new stretch marks and the thought of growing even larger. She couldn't help but imagine the reactions of her friends and family, seeing her ballooning body and her newfound confidence.

As the day wore on, she found herself feeling increasingly anxious and restless. She couldn't shake the thought of food from her mind, and the thought of another massive binge was all-consuming.

Finally, as the evening rolled around, Aliya gave in to her cravings once again. She ordered even more food than the night before, determined to push herself to the limit.

As she waited for the delivery, she couldn't help but explore her body, tracing her fingers over the stretch marks and feeling the soft, yielding flesh of her expanding belly. The thought of irreversible damage only added to her excitement, and she could barely hold herself together at the anticipation of what was to come.

As Aliya opened the door to receive her food delivery, she noticed it was the same delivery guy who she had shocked with her display of gluttony and fat the day before. Aliya blushed, feeling both shy and a bit embarrassed about her current appearance.

The delivery guy was stunned by Aliya. She was so damn pretty, but last night he had seen her fat belly with red stretch marks which was now hidden underneath a lose pullover. Was she one of those girls that were slim all their life and then something snapped, and they just started fattening themselves up? Or did she always have this shape? Judging by the amount of food he was holding in his hand, she was trying to add some more stretch marks on her belly. He couldn't help but stare. What a waste of beauty. Her loose pullover covered the bulge of a belly, but he know it was there. Soon she would not be able to hide it underneath a pullover anymore.

Aliya noticed his gaze lingering on her body and felt a twinge of arousal. The measuring glance from the delivery guy was a huge turn-on. In this short moment, she felt stripped naked, her darkest fantasies shouting out loud. The damage she had done to her body on full display. She felt helpless, she wanted him to tell her off. She wanted to be scolded to let herself go.

But as long as this moment lasted in her mind, it took only a few moments. He handed her the food and mumbled a quick goodbye, looking flustered and confused as he walked away. Aliya couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking and felt the thrill of excitement at the thought of him being aroused by her newfound curves.

She closed the door, and started digging in like never before, all the while feeling warm shivers between her softening thighs. Her goal was to make herself explode.

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The next day, Aliya woke up feeling the usual pang of guilty about her binge eating the night before. As she got dressed, she noticed a few more stretch marks on her thighs and hips, evidence of the night before. She had not stopped, even after her belly screamed to her it was full. She had only stopped when she had almost had to throw up. And then she only stopped, to keep the calories down.

The sight of the marks, were like a mile stone for her. She was doing something irreversible to her body. They bore witness to what a glutton she was, who stuffed herself with food until her skin started tearing.

She spent the day at her classes, feeling a bit self-conscious about her new curves but also enjoying the attention she was getting from her classmates. After all, they could not (yet) see her tummy, but admire the shape of her growing booty and ample breasts. She caught a few guys checking her out, and it made her feel confident in her body.

As the day wore on, Aliya couldn't help but think about the delivery guy from the night before. She wondered if he would deliver her food again and fantasized about what might happen if he did.