chapter 2

1pm. After a nice hot shower you slumber in the kitchen in your formerly loose nightgown. Now its tight..everywhere looking more like a see-thru sausage skin. The thought that it actually used to be loose is the reason you still wear it. It feels amazing to feel the silky fabric stretch all it can to contain your massively fattened body. It makes you feel naughty and goddess-like. A goddess of gluttony.

You heat up the remains of a family sized meat lovers pizza (extra cheese). Incredibly you realize you're actually hungry again. Not just horny for food, but physically hungry. You sit down on your gorging chair and smile as the seams on the hips of the gown finally start to tear slowly. You settle your fat again and admire how much your huge ass and thighs overflow the chair. Almost engulf it.

2pm. You sit on the couch watching a movie and eating chips by the handful while waiting for the ice cream to soften. You hate food that is difficult to eat, like too hard ice cream. The chips are gone before the movie has even started properly. You lift your heavy swelling belly a few times and let it flop on your thighs. Eating everything in the house doesn't seem like such a crazy idea after all. So much gone already and you don't even feel full. You take a big swig of soda and burp. You lean sideways feeling your massive rolls shift and swell out and grab the half gallon tub of ice cream. Its very soft now and the spoon is big. You lean back with the tub on your breasts and start to gobble while watching the movie.

When Bruce Willis is only starting to kill the bad guys, you're scraping the remains of the ice cream in your mouth. Ben & Jerry's cookie dough ice cream. So good. So fattening. And filling? You lean back and press the sides of your upper belly. Mmf definitely starting to feel it. Under all the fat you can feel your stomach swelling. The nightgown is starting to feel so tight around your middle.

You let the empty tub land on the couch with your hand and you sigh and smile. You feel slighty out of breath from the excitement and tingles are running over your body as you think of all the food still uneaten. Not knowing if you'll be able to do it is such a juicy thought. You slowly run your hands over your lower belly, squeezing the massive roll of fat.

"What should I stuff my face with next?" you giggle and poke your belly.

"I'll leave the thai food for dinner. But maybe I should heat up my apple pie and scoop ice cream on top? And whip up some cream with vanilla sugar. Mmm I wonder if all that will still fit in? Only one way to find out!" you coax yourself and giggling lustfully waddle once again back to the kitchen.

Quickly you heat up the whole 10" pie and scoop almost half of the only remaining tub of ice cream on top. While its cooling down, you whip up a big bowl of cream and really starting to feel out of control you pick up the remaining cream and pour it in your mouth. Small rivers of cream run from the sides of your mouth then dropping on your cleavage and finally pooling between your breasts. The thick super fattening liquid flowing straight to your belly feels so sexual you couldn't care less of getting a bit messy.

3:30pm. Movie has ended 15 minutes ago, but you haven't noticed. You're greedily sucking in the last bits of the pie. Once its gone you throw away the empty plate and grab the pot of whipped cream and look for a spoon. Not finding it in sight, you groan and plunge your hand in the pot lifting it back out filled with whipped cream. Then you stuff it in your mouth, some going to your cheeks and some on your belly and breasts.

Very soon even the pot of whipped cream is more or less empty and you're laying on your side on the couch, your huge belly pouring over the edge towards the floor. You barely fit on the couch, especially as your hand needs to go around the backside. Fifty pounds more and you'll be too fat to masturbate on the couch, you realize and slip your creamy finger between the deep mounds of fat. Ecstasy is almost immediate. But short lived.

You'd like to keep laying on the couch, but lust makes you heave yourself up and wait for your magnificent, food-filled belly to settle enough to waddle to the kitchen for more. You're full, no denying that, but the desire to eat is only getting stronger. You've had wild days before, but never felt quite so completely out of control as today.

Holding your sloshing belly steady with one hand you check what's still left. Half a tub of mostly melted ice cream, two donuts, two slices of cheesecake, nutella and a few slices of bread. And chocolate milk. You slam the remaining bread in the toaster and open the jar of nutella. Unable to help yourself you dig in it with your finger and lift a dollop to your mouth smearing your lower lip and dropping some on your breasts.

4:05pm. You're sitting on the kitchen floor. Legs spread as wide as they go. Your belly is resting on the floor between your legs. Feeling so much of your lower belly touch the cold floor is shocking and extremely arousing. There's so much of it! You place your hands on it just to confirm its really all you. It is. And very soon there will be so much more if you keep eating like this. Gosh what a bad, bad girl you are. The ice cream, donuts, cheesecake, nutella toast and chocolate milk are on the floor beside you. So tempting, so fattening.

The nightgown feels absurdly tight. Definitely way too tight to pull it off. Luckily the seams are ripping already. Starting from the bottom around your hips the threads are slowly letting go, now halfway on your lower belly. Each breath seems to loosen them just a bit. The sensation makes you feel you're literally growing by each passing second.

After that things get a bit hazy for a while. Groaning and moaning very loud you cram the nutella toast in your mouth followed by huge gulps of chocolate milk. Then you grab a donut in each hand and alternate between the two until your hands are empty and your cheeks are bulging so much you have trouble chewing. Each mouthful is now adding pressure in your expanding belly and it feels so so good. Like often, you wish you had someone to literally push the food down your throat for you so you could feel even more helpless than now.

The cheesecake is so rich you struggle a bit as you force it down. But its so good nevertheless you moan between mouthfuls. More chocolate milk. More cheesecake.

Only a few minutes later your hands reach for the plastic container, but finding no more cheesecake. And the milk chocolate is gone too. Carefully you touch your upper belly that has taken the appearance of a beach ball now. Yes, very full now. Your sides are aching from the internal pressure and its a taking long breaths is totally out of the question.You're panting.

Slow careful rubbing for a few minutes and your belly is ready for the ice cream. You giggle at the thought. If your belly could talk it would beg for mercy. So a small correction: your belly can probably fit some more food now without starting to hurt - too much. A little hurt is...very, very arousing.

You lift the ice cream tub to your lips and tilt it. Its mostly liquid now, but the tub isn't really designed to be drank from. Streams of creamy thick liquid form at the sides of your mouth immediately, but you're so not going to bother with a spoon. Naughty fatties don't use spoons.

4:20pm. You slowly set the empty tub of ice cream on the floor and try desperately to burp, but can't. Too full. Your sides ache and breathing is very hard. You pant and whimper and moan.

"I'm so *gasp* ***ing *hic* stuffed!" you slur with melted ice cream still dripping from your chin.

The threads on your nightgown are now fast letting go from your sides and your belly is expanding and keeping a steady pressure on the ripping seams. After only a few minutes the process is complete. The seams are open all the way to your chest now and your breasts just aren't fat enough to force the seams to rip further.

Only now after the restricting gown is in shreds you realize just how much it was holding you back. With sighs of relief you let your belly push another few inches forward and sideways. Its already much easier to breathe. With the gown gone...

"No no no! I'm not going to eat anything more!" you say out loud and caress your fat and trace some of the widest stretch marks on your sides.

"Well..not for a little while at least." you whisper as you spread your legs just a bit more so your belly has even more room.

You fall into a food coma right there on the floor and soon after drift into sleep.