An Act of Rebellion

Chapter 1

Nia was deep in a dream, where her fantasies took on a life of their own. She was snug on a comfy couch, the room lit only by the soft glow of a paused movie, giving her body a warm, inviting radiance.

Her belly was large and bloated, rhythmically rising and falling with each breath she took. She was continuously munching, devouring slice after slice of pizza, the molten cheese streaming down her throat, adding more fat to her figure. Her belly, swollen from constant eating, was marked with raw red stretch marks. They created an intricate pattern on her skin, starting from her belly button and tracing down into the waistband of her tight pants.

She admired them, tracing them softly with her fingers, the bold and raw lines proof of her intentional growth. These marks were her medals of honor and shame. They were like a like a unique tattoo that she could not hide anymore. A tattoo that lay bare what a glutton, what a fatty she had turned into. They had ruined her once flat and cute little tummy. Even if she were to lose weight now, after having gained so much, she would forever bear the marks of her gluttony. She knew she couldn't go back, even if she wanted. She was hypnotized by her own fat belly, distending beyond her inflated plump boobs. Her belly was weighing her down, making it hard to sit upright. She felt helpless to her growing desire to gain weight, to become morbidly obese and destroy her once beautiful and petite body. The thought of the damage she had done to herself consumed her as she gave in to a hunger that filled her every thought.

In her dream, she was growing bigger and bigger, expanding under her touch like dough rising in the warmth of an oven. The feeling of her fingers sinking into the softness, the roundness, the pliability was intoxicating. She watched with awe and horror, as her bare skin, which was showing from underneath her T-Shirt started ripping. More red lines formed, her belly

a living statue of her indulgence. Her once slender body was now a landscape of soft curves, a testament to her unapologetic appetite. It was a sight that should've scared her, but it only drew her in, kindling a fire of desire that could swallow her whole.