Chapter 1 - Abby's Excessive Gain

Abby was a short, thin brunette with long hair that had excessive curls and pale skin. She wore dark colors and had thick, square framed glasses resting on her face at all times. She was thin, but not 2000s supermodel thin. Her chest held a respectable pair of B cups and her rear was nothing to scoff at. Abby’s waist was trim as hell so she often wore crop tops to flex it and she had a decent thigh gap. She was driving home from work when she realized she hadn’t eaten anything all day and her stomach groaned.
“I don’t have anything in the fridge at home, so I may as well stop somewhere,” she thought to herself.
Abby pulled into the drive-thru at Burgerbust and ordered a full size burger with a large fry and a shake. Normally, she’d go for something more modest but due to the dire situation, she found it appropriate to pig out a little. Her whole ride home after was agony with the nagging discomfort in her tummy and the smell of the delicious and greasy food that now sat in the passenger. When she finally got home, she sat at her kitchen table and inhaled everything. Abby’s “big double pounder” dripped grease and condiments all over her shirt and smushed all over her face as she forced her face onto it, taking massive bites and chewing relentlessly. She then grabbed a handful of fries, coated in fatty sauce, and scarfed them down. In between bites of heavy, sloppy food, she chugged her shake, without a straw, and washed down all the fatty greasy goodness. After about 20 minutes of gorging, there was nothing left in front of her but scraps of paper and boxes. Her shirt, pants, and belly were all covered in ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, sauces, and grease. Abby’s once trim stomach stuck out like a beach ball on her.
“Uuurp.. Goodness, I didn’t know I had that in me,” she said, patting her swollen gut.
Abby found herself leaning back into her chair, unable to move. Her belly weighed her down so much that when she tried to pull herself up, she winced and began to feel nauseous. Abby looked across the table to the napkins and held out a hand to try and grab them, but couldn’t reach. She tried to once again lean forward, but it was futile. Her binging left her pinned down to her seat like a cinder block. Rather than try to fight it any further, Abby decided to doze off into a food coma to try to sleep off some of the exhaustion and let her belly settle.

After a few hours, Abby awoke. Her belly had gone down quite a bit and she found herself hungry again. She looked across the room to see the clock read 12:30. It was officially the weekend.
“I cannot ever eat like that again,” Abby said.
She pulled herself out of her seat and went to the fridge to see if there was anything left for a snack before bed but it was virtually empty. There was a britta pitcher and a bottle of gorge cola but that was about it. She looked in the freezer and saw a family size tub of triple chocolate chunk ice cream staring back at her. Abby grabbed a scoop and grabbed the tub and opened all her cabinets in search of a bowl. Every cabinet was almost entirely cleared out. She looked in her dishwasher and found all her bowls were lined up, waiting to be cleaned.
“Might as well just eat from the tub,” Abby sighed.
It didn’t take long for Abby to find herself in a similar situation. It was still pretty dark, with one dim light on in the dining room and the ice cream wasn’t the most visible on the planet. It dripped all over her shirt, pants and belly, adding to the piles of slop that coated her outfit. Every scoop was shoveled into her mouth with a complete disregard for anything. Abby’s belly slowly but surely began to swell, and swell, and swell. Before long, she reached into the tub and couldn’t feel anything left in it.
“Ooop,” Abby said. “How did uurrp that pant happen.”
Abby once again tried to lean forward to put the scoop down and when she did, she heard a rip and a pop followed by what sounded like something small hitting the ground. She then let out a hefty burp as her bloated gut settled and her zipper slid down under the pressure of its mass. Abby knew she needed to get to her couch or bed or something so she grabbed onto her dining room table and heaved herself up, her pants falling to her ankles. Abby waddled over to the light switch and when the light came on, she looked down and saw the mess she’d made of herself. Her once dark crop top was now covered in an assortment of colors ranging from red to yellow to brown. Her breasts rested upon a rounded belly stuck out so far that she couldn’t see her feet. She rested her hand atop its bulbous heft and it groaned faintly, completely packed full of food.
“Next time, I’ll eat with the lights on so I can pace myself,” Abby said.
She removed her shirt and bra, letting her breasts flop onto her distended beach ball of a gut and plopped her bloated self onto the couch. Abby quietly rubbed her belly as she slowly faded to sleep.

When Abby awoke, she was slow and groggy. Her big belly had settled a lot and returned to a mostly flat state, with a small amount of loose flab still hanging on as a result of the previous night’s events. Abby threw her clothes into the wash and sat in front of the TV with a bag of chips. She threw on a long, gray hoodie and some sweatpants and kicked back to enjoy her day. After a few hours of lazing around, she heard her stomach growl once more.
“I should really go hit up the grocery store and get some real food,” Abby said.
She pulled her curtain back only to see that it was raining excessively. Abby groaned loudly.
“I don’t want to deal with Saturday morning crowds and this abysmal weather,” She said.
Her phone buzzed with a notification and a light bulb went off in her head. Abby opted to push grocery shopping to the next day and instead, ordered a large pizza from Craver’s Pizzeria.
“This way I’ll have food for two days and I’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow so I’ll be good for work,” she said.
A few moments later, the delivery driver arrived and she put her pizza on the dining room table. She grabbed a plate and her stomach growled loudly. Abby started with 3 slices and ate them at a modest pace, afraid of repeating the last night’s events. After she finished the third slice, she delicately cleaned her face with a napkin and her stomach growled more. Abby looked over at the remaining 6 pieces of pizza and sighed.
“Okay… one more slice,” she said.
After finishing that slice, her stomach growled more.
“Don’t you know when to quit?” Abby said.
She grabbed another slice, and another, and another, and then there was nothing left.
“Oh God, what have I done,” Abby said.
She paced around her room and decided to order another pizza, this time a medium, and put it in the fridge for tomorrow.
“I’m not going to give in to what my belly wants,” Abby thought to herself.
She plopped herself back in front of the TV after it arrived and tried to focus on the show in front of her.

That night, Abby awoke to a loud noise. Her restless belly furiously growled. She hadn’t eaten anything since lunchtime with the pizza so she figured “what the hell” and went to her fridge to grab the medium pizza out. This time, she turned on the light. Unfortunately, the same thing happened again regardless. She started out with 2 slices but that led to 2 more and then…. all 6 were gone.
“I’m urp such a pig,” Abby said, worryingly.
She dragged herself back to bed, her belly remaining dormant. When she awoke, the rain had not subsided. Abby reluctantly went to the delivery app and ordered another large pizza.

When she got up for work the next day, something wasn’t right. She grabbed her size M hoodie and skinny jeans and it all felt a little… snug. The pocket on her hoodie was held shut by the faint pressure of her newly developed flab and her jeans were gripping her hips to the point where they were leaving marks. Abby elected to ignore it as she was in a rush. When she sat down in her car, she felt her waistline strain the pants a little but continued to ignore it. At her lunch break, Abby took another trip to Burgerbust and got a more moderate sized meal. She sat in her car, munching on her sandwich and scarfing down fries, slowly filling her belly.
When she got back to work and sat down at her desk, her button popped and her belly plopped out. Abby let out a massive exhale and her face turned beet red.
6 months later

Abby’s alarm went off and she groaned as she awoke. Her bed creaked loudly as she slowly pushed herself onto her other side to turn it off. While in motion, her belly sounded like a muffled bag of sludge sloshing around. As she rolled onto her back once more, the bed creaked even louder and one of the legs snapped. Abby plummeted off her bed with a crash and landed on her belly, which was now so big that her ass was pointed upwards while she laid on it. She rolled onto her back and grabbed her swollen gut, still full from the previous night’s binge. Abby looked down at herself and noticed some fries were stuck to her straining bra, so she picked them off and ate them. After a few minutes of laying in her heft and filth, Abby decided it was time to get up. She pulled herself off of the floor, her belly loudly sloshing as it swayed and jiggled around and she waddled over to her couch, where a pile of empty pizza boxes sat in her way. Abby knocked the stack onto the ground and it joined the piles of scraps and garbage that littered the floor of her living room and she plopped her gigantic behind onto the spot where the pile once sat. When she looked down, all she could see was breast and belly. Her once modest B cups had swollen to a seismic DDD and her petite, flat stomach had ballooned up to hang to her knees. Her belly was wider than she was tall at this point, mostly round with the exception of rolls forming at her love handles. Her once moderate thigh gap had been completely closed by these enormous tree trunk thighs that always rubbed together, the skin being red where they met. Abby’s curvaceous bubble butt was now two gigantic round balls of dough squished together that compressed outward when she sat down. Her once shapely and narrow face was puffy and swollen with a jiggly double chin that enveloped most of her neck. Abby’s once stick-like arms were now coated in puffy wings that swayed and jiggled whenever she raised them. Her straight-and-narrow stature had now turned to more of an A shape as her massive fat belly caused her arms to stick out to the side and her enormous thighs keeping her calves and feet separate. It had been almost a month since Abby was last able to touch her toes and even longer since she’d seen her feet while standing up. Abby’s hair was much longer and voluminous, covering her shoulders and nearly reaching the middle of her back. It would probably reach her ass had there not been so many rolls blocking its path. Abby was seldom seen without crumbs on her cheeks and chin or little smears of sauces on her lips.
After a moderate amount of time sitting in front of the TV, Abby’s rotund gut let out a growl and she groaned. Abby grabbed the arm of her couch with one hand and the back of it with the other and after three attempts to hoist herself up, she finally got back on her feet. She wobbled and waddled into the kitchen and pulled her chair up to the fridge. Abby sat beside the fridge and grabbed the bacon, mashed potatoes, ham, and whole wheat bread and assembled herself a hefty sandwich of around 1500 calories. She gorged on it, adding more grease stains to her already filthy bra and then reached for the cold pizza. Abby ate every slice rapidly, each whole slice going into her mouth and being chewed for mere moments before swallowing. After she finished her large meatlovers, she reached for the other pizza under it and gorged on it too. And for dessert, Abby opened the freezer and grabbed one of her super-family sized tubs of triple chocolate chunk and began to scarf it down with her scoop. After she made her way through half of the tub, the chair broke under her and she landed on her back. While laying on the floor, on top of all the debris, Abby continued to scarf down more ice cream. After about another 20 minutes of gorging, Abby dropped the tub beside her and rubbed her belly with her chocolate covered hands. Her face covered in grease and ice cream, her bra straining and filthy, and her belly swollen to even greater mass.
“I'm such a pig,” Abby said affectionately. “I need to keep eating like this.”
After about half an hour of laying in her pigsty, Abby rolled onto her side and grabbed onto the ground. It once again took 3 heaves to get back on her feet, her whole body wobbling and jiggling as she hoisted herself up. Abby put on her loosest fitting black graphic t-shirt that was stretched out at the chest and covered in ketchup and mustard stains. It only just barely encroached on her ginormous, jiggly gut. She hoisted some sweatpants up her legs but didn’t even attempt to cover her hanging blubber apron. Now, she was finally in comfortable enough clothes to waddle over to her big couch, that was bending down in the middle, and plant her big jiggly ass down. When she plopped down with her bag of chips, the couch creaked and groaned. A sea of dense flab covered her thighs and almost reached her knees as she leaned back, her arms nearly entering a T pose due to her mass. Abby turned on the tv, started munching on her chips, and looked down at her ever growing gut.
“This is the life,” she thought as she gave it a pat.

Starting weight: 140 lbs
Current weight: 712 lbs