The gluttony chronicles: stacy

Chapter 2 - Stacy can't you see, the fatty you are supposed to be

As Stacy pondered her options for the day, a sudden craving struck her like a bolt of lightning. It was an intense, undeniable desire for something she hadn't indulged in for what felt like an eternity – McDonald's. The thought of those golden fries and a juicy burger was irresistible.

Stacy's resolve wavered as she gave in to the temptation. She grabbed her keys and headed to the nearest McDonald's, her mind filled with anticipation. At the drive-thru, she ordered a meal that would have been considered excessive by her old standards. A large burger, a mountain of fries, and a sugary soda – it was a feast that reflected her changing appetite and priorities.

As Stacy eagerly devoured her meal in the car, the ketchup packet betrayed her. A sudden squirt of ketchup burst from the packet and landed squarely on her shirt. She looked down at the red stain, a symbol of her momentary lack of control.

With her belly now full and a stain on her shirt, Stacy headed home. The comfortable, loose-fitting clothing she had once preferred now felt snug against her expanding midsection. She couldn't help but feel the weight of her choices, both metaphorically and literally.

Stacy had initially planned to go to the gym after breakfast, but as she stood in her living room, she felt a wave of laziness wash over her. The thought of working out now seemed daunting, and she began to rationalize why she deserved a day off.

With a sigh, Stacy decided to skip the gym for the day. She peeled off her stained shirt and tossed it aside, revealing her bra-clad upper body. Her once-baggy sweatpants now clung to her curvier thighs and hips. She settled onto the couch and turned on the TV, the remote control in one hand and the other idly rubbing her now-pudgy belly.

As she lost herself in the world of television, Stacy couldn't help but feel a mix of satisfaction and resignation. Her choices had led her to this moment of indulgence and relaxation, a far cry from the determined and disciplined climber she had once been. The stain on her shirt served as a reminder of her fleeting lapse in self-control, but for now, she was content to embrace the comfort of her couch, her evolving body, and the pleasures of her changing lifestyle.