The gluttony chronicles: stacy

Chapter 6 - Did you hear about Stacy (Buttered and) Brown? (no we didn't but we'd like to)

As Stacy stood before the mirror after a warm and indulgent shower, she couldn't help but be acutely aware of the physical changes that had transformed her body. The steam from the shower enveloped her, creating a hazy and intimate atmosphere in the bathroom.

With each deliberate movement of her hands, she began to explore the new contours and softness that had replaced the once-toned and athletic physique she had prided herself on. Her fingers trailed gently across her skin, taking in the sensations of her transformation:

Stacy's hands first settled on her midsection, which had undergone the most dramatic changes. Her belly had grown plump and round, a stark contrast to the flat and toned abdomen she had once possessed. She felt the softness of her belly, the way it jiggled and quivered under her touch, and how it now protruded outwards.

Moving down, Stacy's fingers traced the curve of her hips and the fullness of her thighs. These were areas that had once been lean and taut, but now they were padded with softness. Her thighs pressed against each other, and she could feel the warmth between them.

Stacy's hands then ventured upwards, cupping her well-fed breasts. Her bust had swelled, and she marveled at their newfound fullness. The sensation of her breasts spilling over her hands was a stark reminder of the indulgence that had brought her here.

Stacy's hands continued their exploration, moving to her arms. The muscles that had once defined her upper body had given way to a softer and more pliable form. Her arms now held a gentle roundness, and she watched as her skin dimpled and puckered under her touch.

Finally, Stacy turned to the side to examine her backside. Her once-firm buttocks had become soft and plump, providing a cushiony landing for her touch. She ran her fingers along the curve of her derriere, marveling at how it now jutted out.

As Stacy massaged her body in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions—pride, sensuality, and a growing acceptance of her transformed self. Each touch and caress was a reminder of the journey she had chosen, a journey that celebrated the pleasures of indulgence and sensuality over the discipline of her past.

As Stacy gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers still lingering on her soft, well-fed body, she couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before her. The steam from the shower had created an intimate atmosphere, and her warm, flushed skin radiated with sensuality.

With a playful smile, she spoke to herself in a soft, teasing tone, her voice a husky whisper that was almost a secret shared between her and her reflection.

Stacy (playfully): "I'm a big, fat cat, aren't I? A naughty girl who can't resist all the delicious indulgences life has to offer."

Her eyes met her own in the mirror, and she continued, her tone carrying a hint of mischievousness.

Stacy (with a grin): "I should be punished, don't you think? Punished with more ice cream, more sweets, and more decadent treats."

With the playful declaration of her "punishment" lingering in the air, Stacy waddled across the bathroom, her heavy, soft thighs rubbing together with every step. She knew exactly where her punishment awaited—the fridge, stocked with a delectable array of sweet and creamy delights.

As she reached the refrigerator, her fingers wrapped around the handle, and she pulled the door open with a sense of anticipation. Inside, the shelves were filled with a tempting assortment of ice creams, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and various toppings. It was a treasure trove of indulgence, and Stacy couldn't wait to dive in.

She reached for a pint of rich, creamy vanilla ice cream, the container cold against her plump fingers. The sensation sent a shiver of delight down her spine. With a slow, deliberate movement, she fetched a large bowl and began scooping generous servings of the velvety dessert, watching as it piled high.

Stacy's thoughts were focused solely on the decadent treat before her. The punishment she had jokingly declared was now becoming a reality, and she couldn't have been more excited. She drizzled the ice cream with chocolate syrup, added a mountain of whipped cream, and sprinkled it with colorful sprinkles, transforming it into a luscious, calorie-laden masterpiece.

With her bowl of indulgence in hand, Stacy waddled back to the cozy living room, where she had already prepared a nest of plush pillows and blankets on the couch. She settled herself comfortably, her curvy form sinking into the cushions as she readied herself for the ultimate pleasure of her punishment.

As she took her first spoonful of the creamy concoction, Stacy moaned softly, relishing the sweet and velvety texture on her tongue. Each bite was a decadent delight, and she savored every moment, knowing that she had willingly embraced the pleasures of indulgence and sensuality.

In the unlikely event that someone were to walk in and witness Stacy in her state of undress, lounging on the couch with her curvaceous, well-fed body on display, a detailed description might go as follows:

Height: Approximately 5 feet 7 inches (170 cm)
Weight: Estimated to be well over 200 pounds (91 kg)

Clothing: Not applicable, as Stacy is completely nude.

Activities: Stacy is reclined on a plush, oversized couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets. Her body is on full display, showcasing her voluptuous curves, soft midriff, and ample bust. She appears to be in a state of post-indulgence contentment, with remnants of food nearby, and a bowl or container of indulgent treats.