No country for thin girls

Chapter 2

And knowing yourself, you believe that if you try, you will master everything before the evening.

So you crawl onto the sofa with your belly swollen like a ball and passed out, only to wake up a couple of hours later with an urgent need to visit the restroom, and having completed this act, you realize that it’s time to refresh yourself.

Your stomach demands it, and this time you completely agree with it, you just need normal food, and not just a cocktail. And although the house is full of food, you make your usual trip to two fast food outlets, where, as always, they smile at you, and you halve what you bought on the way home.

Now it’s not difficult for you to finish off the rest, and on a full stomach you pour yourself another glass of cocktail. It won’t climb anymore, it’s so wide open. You put the rest in the refrigerator. Need to rest again, so it's time to take a nap. Somehow you often passed out now. After this break, you open the refrigerator and again stare at the bowl of cocktail. Cold, alluring... Your heart is pounding. Eventually gluttony takes over common sense and you rip the lid off the cup. Lifting it above your head with both hands, you tilt it so that a stream of thick liquid flows directly into your mouth.

Cold drops slide down your double chin, igniting your thirst for “more! more! more!” With every sip, your stomach gets heavier, more and more bloated, and you drink, drink and drink... and now the cup is empty, only your lips are smeared in chocolate.

Still in a stupor, you wash the blender, fighting the hiccups—you are afraid that you will immediately throw up—and then slowly, stroking your swollen belly, you crawl into bed to sleep and allow the calories to settle safely in the right places in the body.

Unfortunately, as has already been said, your gluttonous experience is still small, and you can perform exercises of this kind only once every few days, otherwise your body will rebel. However, even with this rhythm, the results soon appear.

Your legs become more voluminous, and the aforementioned strap is no longer needed. Your heart skips a beat every time you button up your jeans and feel how hard they cut into your bigger stomach. The T-shirt has also become much tighter, it constantly digs into your chubby armpits, and your tummy is always falling out from under it. However, you don’t want to buy a new one yet—after all, you like to feel how tightly it fits your plump body, and you know that I also really likes this look.

By the way, it’s probably time for Me to confess. Yes, I likes that you have gained weight, but it seems I clearly not aware of all the prospects that have opened up for you...

So after the sacramental “we need to talk,” you reveal to Me all your fantasies. Lucky you. I was deeply into it, and now feeding invariably becomes part of the foreplay in the bedroom. which significantly increases the daily amount of calories you consume.

I believes, and you completely agree with me, that you should be constantly bursting with gluttony and happiness. And when you are tied to a bed and fed by hand or through a funnel—this is literally heaven in diamonds... You feel how your wildest and craziest fantasies come true.

Several months has passed, the weight is actively growing. There is no way to hide your fats. Plus three sizes in jeans, size 52 in T-shirts, your face is no longer recognisable at all, it’s so rounded. Your belly is falling out of your jeans—you bought them just three weeks ago, and they’re already barely tight.

Now you go to those two McDonald's twice a day, morning and evening—the workers, of course, also see that you have gained weight, but this only motivates you to continue to be more active. Cocktails are now mixed every day and drunk much faster.

Yes, it’s not a cheap pleasure, but it’s worth it! And as I actively continues to feed you, you are bursting by leaps and bounds, and with each new kilogram your happiness only grows.

There is not the slightest reason to stop following your chosen path. It becomes too expensive to satisfy your increased appetites. Your salary is definitely not enough anymore, mine is not bad, but in the future it will be even more expensive, and prices are rising...

The network again gives you a useful idea: You’ve seen how some web models show off their bellies in front of the camera, and how they overeat. Why not?, you think, and ask me to help with the equipment.

And you start recording. The first scene is you sitting on the couch and eating an entire box of zebra cupcakes. For the current you, this is a piece of cake, so you immediately film the second episode, where you blow a liter of your favorite cocktail. You come up with a funny nickname for yourself and upload both videos.

A few days later, you yourself are surprised, the video already has 3,000 views, and in the comments you are praised and supported in every possible way, which makes your heart sing. Soon you start recording a couple of episodes a week, offering premium videos for those fans who are willing to pay for them in real money. More money means more food, more food means more options for recording, and more video means more money... in general, a vicious cycle that will soon ensure gives you a very decent income, capable of paying even for your unbridled gluttony. With such financial support, you can finally get back to your previous job. After which your lifestyle finally approaches a sedentary-lying one, and this, of course, makes you fatter even more actively.

The Internet audience, with bated breath, watches as you expand in breadth. In each new episode, you try to set a new record of gluttony—for their pleasure, and also to satisfy your own desire to grow more and more. You have become so fat that your belly, hanging between your spread legs, touches the bed, and your hips are already larger in girth than you were a few months ago. Folds of fat have formed even under the knees, which makes you squeal with delight when you first notice them, and make you even more determined to continue. And then an idea comes to your mind: you open a mailbox “for parcel delivery” especially for fans. You have to spend money paying for postage and everything else, but it's worth it. You announce the coordinates of the box on your personal channel and wait. Soon congratulations from all over the world appear in the box—postcards with beautiful words, yes, and also boxes with sweets and cakes, simple and gift ones, and much, much more delicious. So, to reward the diligence of the fans, and for your own pleasure, you lay out a whole mountain of food they sent and eat it all in front of the camera. Even with your appetite, devouring so much in one sitting is not easy, but you don’t want to disappoint people.

Your belly eventually swells up absolutely epically and hurts, turning red from the effort—you’ve never been so overstuffed in your life•and you barely find the strength to turn off the camera before turning off yourself and surrendering to my caring hands, who caresses and strokes poor overworked belly. It's worth it. Naturally, all this only adds reasons to continue to gain weight.

Every day you blow your drink, empty your inbox again, and find more and more options to gobble up. Pizza, burgers, sausage rolls—your growing belly agrees to everything. You want to eat everything there is and a little extra.

Now “eating until you passed out” is no longer a one-time feat for you, but a daily need. Addiction is like a drug. Which, like any addiction, only increases over time. The more you grow, the larger your army of fans becomes. The number of goodies in your mailbox increases, forcing you to eat more and more. The volume of cocktail consumed daily, like the regular diet, is also growing. You're swimming in lard. So much so that it’s already difficult for you to waddle, let alone to walk. You can barely lift your huge belly with both hands; there is not a millimetre of free space between it and your blurred thighs, they are constantly sticking together from your own sweat.

But you continue anyway—eat, eat and eat, prompted by the call of your stomach. You can’t even get out of bed on your own, only with My help. With every kilogram it becomes more and more difficult to move. And now the time comes to take the next step.

What every true glutton dreams of, whether she really wants it or prefers to leave it as an object of pure fantasy. Fatten until completely immobile. You discuss this with Me. I agree. Now you no longer need to get out of bed— I will bring everything you need. This is amazing. You are completely helpless. All you can do is eat and get fat. With every new kilogram of fat, your fans adore you more and more.

Your belly has already grown so much that you can’t even see your own knees. Not a single T-shirt can cover your luxurious, well-fed body. Your heart rejoices at your new achievement.

You have achieved it.

You can't stand anymore.

But when I comes up with a funnel and a three-liter bowl of cocktail—the first of today's four—you know for sure that this is just the beginning...