The gluttony chronicles: the cookbook

Chapter 3 - Emily

Before Transformation:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 lbs
Hygiene: Pristine, with an aura of freshness
Clothes: Yoga attire, perfectly fitted and clean
How Clothes Fit: Snug and accentuating her toned physique
Interests: Yoga, clean eating, mindfulness
Voice: Calm and composed, with an air of serenity


After Transformation:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 170 lbs
Hygiene: Neglected, signs of dishevelment
Clothes: Oversized and disheveled, snack stains visible
How Clothes Fit: Tight, with leggings digging into her expanding waistline
Interests: Binge-eating, indulgence, couch lounging
Voice: Unsteady, marked by moments of indulgent moaning

Emily had always prided herself on her unwavering self-control and dedication to her yoga practice. She had been the epitome of discipline, teaching her classes with grace and imparting the virtues of mindfulness and clean eating to her students. But that day, after her yoga class, she found herself inexplicably drawn to Stacy's booth, her resolve beginning to crumble.

She approached the booth, her slender frame clad in yoga attire that accentuated her toned physique. Her raven hair was pulled back in a neat bun, and her piercing blue eyes radiated an air of serene confidence. Emily had always been the embodiment of control, and it was precisely that self-discipline that made her descent all the more intriguing.

Stacy smiled warmly, offering Emily a plate adorned with an assortment of her decadent treats. The aroma alone was intoxicating, a beguiling blend of chocolate, butter, and sugar. Emily hesitated for a moment, her inner voice reminding her of her commitment to a clean, wholesome diet. But as she took her first bite, the world shifted.

The flavors were a revelation, an explosion of pleasure that coursed through her senses. A sense of euphoria washed over her, and the once-innocent taste quickly became a craving. She found herself returning to Stacy's booth day after day, indulging in one treat after another. The very foods she had preached against in her yoga classes were now her guilty pleasure.

As the weeks passed, Emily's resolve continued to crumble. Her once-sculpted figure softened as the treats took their toll. Her yoga practice became a struggle, her flexibility and balance waning as her body changed. The spandex leggings that had once hugged her lean curves now dug into her expanding waistline, leaving imprints and red marks.

Gone were the days of clean eating and mindful meditation. Emily's once-pristine apartment was now cluttered with takeout containers and snack wrappers. Her Instagram feed, once a source of inspiration, now featured images of indulgent desserts and the remnants of her binge-eating sessions.

The transformation was unmistakable. Emily's lithe frame had given way to softness, and her yoga practice had become a reminder of her own decline. Her identity as a yoga instructor was slowly eroding as she became one of the very people she had once scoffed at and tortured in her classes. The police description, if someone were to walk in before her downfall, would have painted a picture of a disciplined and self-controlled yogi.

Emily struggled to demonstrate a challenging yoga pose, her body no longer as flexible as it once was. Frustration washed over her, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she attempted the pose repeatedly. It was during this struggle that one of her clients, a woman who had herself undergone some transformation but was still smaller than Emily, decided to voice her discontent.

"Emily, this is getting ridiculous," the client called out, her tone disgruntled. She held up a donut in one hand and a yoga mat in the other, her eyes locking onto Emily's less-than-ideal figure. "You need to make a choice. Are you the yoga instructor we signed up for, or are you going to indulge in these treats and let yourself go?"

Emily hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between the sugary temptation of the donut and the yoga mat, which symbolized her commitment to her practice and her clients. The powerful magic of Stacy's alluring treats had already taken hold of her, and her cravings had become insatiable.

In the end, Emily chose the donut, her resolve crumbling as she took a big, indulgent bite. As she chewed, her appearance began to shift subtly. Her once-toned frame softened even further, and her yoga attire strained against her expanding curves. She resembled a modern-day Buddha, her chubby belly prominent and jiggling with every movement.

With each bite, Emily's commitment to her practice and her clients waned further, as the irresistible allure of Stacy's treats continued to shape her transformation into a gluttonous and indulgent figure.

As Emily continued to indulge in the sugary delight of the donut, her transformation became increasingly apparent. Her once-slender fingers thickened, adorned with several rings that had grown tight and snug. Her thighs, which had once been lean and toned, now rubbed together with each step she took.

The softness that had enveloped her midsection now spread further, her once-flat stomach blooming into a full-fledged potbelly. It protruded prominently, pressing against her yoga attire and causing the waistband of her leggings to dig uncomfortably into her skin. Her yoga pants, once a symbol of her dedication, now bore the evidence of her descent into indulgence with stretch marks and visible muffin tops.

Her demeanor had shifted as well. The calm and composed yoga instructor had given way to a more leisurely and unhurried presence. Emily moved with a sense of languor, her newfound curves jiggling with every step. She patted her bulging belly affectionately, seemingly unbothered by the changes that had befallen her.


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Height: 5'8"
Weight: 180 lbs and steadily rising
Hygiene: Neglected, with signs of dishevelment
Clothes: Ill-fitting yoga attire, stained and stretched
How Clothes Fit: Tight and uncomfortable, with visible bulges and rolls
Interests: Binge-eating, indulgence, lethargy
Voice: Slower, marked by indulgent moaning and sighs
Emily's journey from a disciplined yoga instructor to a gluttonous, self-indulgent figure was nearly complete, and the once-serene yoga studio had become a sanctuary of hedonism and excess.