Chapter 5 - ch5 now that im warmed up

By the end of the week almost all traces of my indulgence were gone. I thought I was a little bigger around and a little softer, but most of the massive swelling of my stomach had subsided. Which was good, in a way, as if I'd really bloated that much in a weekend I wouldn't have been repeat it often before I couldn't reach past my belly. I was sure I'd picked up a few pounds of fat, distributed over my body, but most of all that bulk had just been passing through.

One thing that did remain, however, was an increased appetite. I'd always had a big appetite, but I'd never before seen just what it could do. Having had a chance to run free once, it was ill-inclined to getting packed away into a box made for more modest desires. I didn't totally let it off the leash, but knowing that Mrs. Bunton understood, accepted, and maybe even kind of approved, there were times that I had thirds for dinner, or went to the fridge for a hearty snack before bed. I didn't repeat that whole weekend of stuffing immediately, however.

I did make a point of taking the stairs at the university, walking a bit farther rather than waiting for a linking bus, going for a long swim on Saturdays. All of that did make a difference. I went from having a hard time completing two lengths of the pool before needing a long break to be good to do four lengths before taking just a short break, and from being tired after three flights of stairs to not thinking much of taking four. It wasn't like I was going to be a superstar athlete anytime soon, but knowing that I could be active and fat did make me feel better. I also found that when I was going down stairs, my belly and breasts jiggled, and let me tell you, that was plenty of incentive to take the stairs going down--I loved that feeling!

Because fat I most certainly was. A bit more walking, some swimming, and some stairs could not balance off how much I was eating on a regular basis. And then, the first weekend of February the weather forecast called for a blizzard to hammer the city all weekend. Mrs. Bunton asked if I'd like to hole up in the house all weekend and learn to cook properly? With a smirk she added that this would also result in a lot of food to eat. I decided that cooking lessons from Mrs. Bunton was a perfect excuse for really cutting lose my appetite again.

I skipped my one lecture on Friday afternoon, as the snow was already coming in horizontally and I wanted to get into the house before the roads got too bad. Mrs. Bunton came home early too, with a car packed full of groceries. She started off the lessons with some quick to make appetizers, the recipes for which were all scaled for feeding groups of eight or more, and of which we made several. That fortified us while she walked me through her signature beef stroganof as well as pierogies and both pumpkin pie and chocolate fudge. I took copious notes on all that she showed me, and ate just as copiously.

That was just Friday evening. All day Saturday and all day Sunday we had something cooking, and usually something that I was eating. I never quite stuffed myself to the 'I can't move' point, because I had to keep up with the cooking, but the amount that I ate overall was huge. In fact, the whole thing went right through to Monday morning when she showed me how to use up some of the leftovers in what she called Breakfast Biscuits. The batch I whipped up could have gotten an army started on its day. I only managed to eat two before I had to brave the alien-looking post-blizzard landscape, but I took three more along with me for lunch. They were gone by the end of my second class, and I bought a large lunch. Overall I figured that this pig out had lasted pretty much seventy-two hours, three entire days.