chapter 9

I could not believe that I was awakened the next morning by the doorbell at god damn 6 o'clock in the morning! Drowsy I heaved myself out of bed. These eating orgies slowly left their tracks. I pulled on a pair of underpants and a wide top and experienced a quite ecstatic surprise. It was not as wide as I thought it would be by far! I could not believe my eyes. This shirt was fitting super wide a few weeks ago and now it stretched over my belly and my breasts. I was taken away from my new discovery when the doorbell rang again. I went to the door. The sweet postman from Saturday was back in front. "A package for you by express mail." He smiled and he seemed to start inspecting my lush figure. His eyes stopped more than once on my huge pendulous breasts and on my belly button which was poking out below my shirt. I took the scanner and signed. "Is it heavy?" I asked. He nodded. "Quite. Should I take it inside again?" He asked with a smile. I tried to set up a sexy look and smiled back. "Yes please, I have to carry enough with myself." Where came that saying from? I started wondering about myself. The delivery boy laughed and carried the package inside of my apartment. His muscles were poking out and you could really see how strong he was. Somehow I started to bite on my lower lip when I felt a tingling feeling in my lower area. "Here you go and have a nice day." He bowed over slightly. "Thank you a lot.", I giggled like a little teenager. He smiled all over his face and went on the road again.

Again, no sender was on the package so that it was clear from whom it came. I took a scissors and cut it open. On top was another letter which I opened up immediately.

Hello Alice,

I hope you slept well. Probably you feel by now that you change slowly but surely. Your old clothes no longer fit very well and that is why you'll need new ones.
As you noticed yesterday with provocative clothes you get quite some attention, I believe that it also was quite appealing to you. Therefore, I leave the next purchase to you. In this package you can find a voucher for a clothing store over 500euro. Your task therefore will be to go on a little shopping tour and to dress up sexy.
Do this today in the evening because tomorrow another task is pending for you about which I will inform you in the morning. Don't worry about dinner, I have arranged something for you to maintain your figure.
I wish you a lot of fun with your date today, eat enough and don't hold back, it is good not only for you.
You also should keep up with the nice lady from last night, she has a good influence on you.

See you soon

Your master

PS: There is a small breakfast in the package.

I put the letter on the side. He knew everything. I was sure he was watching me somehow. Of course he did. What did he want to do with me? Why did he give me all this food and now even money for clothes? What purpose does all this have? I simply was not able to answer this questions. It came to my mind that it was just some rich perv playing his games with me. But again, what the heck. I got masses of delicious food, I really started to like my fat and now I even get money for shopping. End the best thing of all, I actually have really nice social contacts, which is absolutely awesome if you think about how this happened.

I had a lot of time left before I had to go to work, so I examined the box. I found about 30 buns, croissants and lots of cold cuts, jams and chocolate cream. He knew me really well and what I liked. It was still creepy as hell. But I decided to take a shower and fresh up. I came past the scale. I was absolutely curious how my pigging around affected my body but I wanted to shower first.

After the shower I took the step. The scale leveled off at 296 pounds. How could that be? Startled, I stepped down from the scale. That was another 12 pounds in just two days! I had gained 35 pounds in just one week! For that amount I have previously needed a year! I stood in front of the mirror and examined my body. My belly had become obviously a lot bigger, as the lower abdomen peeped out of the shirt. My really wide underpants also sat very tight on my fat hips. I had gained two dress sizes easily. My breasts were getting bigger as well. I took a relatively new bra from my closet, trying to squeeze my big bags into the cups. To my dismay, it could not contain my big friends much better than the bra yesterday and it cut me deep into my back fat. I felt an inner agitation. I liked what I saw, how my massive boobs spilling over the top, barely fitting into the cups. I could use them as a table. The perfect trick on a standing party! I pulled off the bra again and went to the cupboard. I had bought a wide black summer dress last year and made up my mind about wearing that today. It was one of the few body hugging garments that I possessed. I took it and pulled it over my head. My upper arms already barely fit through the sleeves, so much fat they had put on. When I had the arms through, it looked like as if they were cut off at the shoulder and simply attached somehow. The breasts were even more difficult. I pushed one breast after the other in the baskets and tied firmly the short rest of the string below the breast line. It was quite difficult because my heavy boobs hang over my arms and I didn't have a lot of room to tie the string together. Then I pulled the dress down further and again I heard the seams crack. I tried to pull the dress down over my belly. It was somewhat elastic luckily, but it did not go as far as I hoped. Originally it even went over my butt easily, but that was a good 70 pounds ago. Now it was more of a tight bodice. At least the belly was covered but it was stretched to the max. My wide ass was too much. I was not able to pull the dress over my cheeks. I was a little afraid that the dress would be ripped apart by my wobbling fat body. Then I remembered the skirt from Monday. I took it and pulled it over my hips. It sat a little tight, but still looked quite good. By now it was more a miniskirt because my expansive rump had become so big that it had to stretch over my massive butt and went only to just above the knee. Thank God for the stretch waistband. My heavy breasts were tightly packed and spilled over only a bit, but the dress could hardly contain them. If I was not careful the seams would rip apart between the breasts and I would have to run around with my fun bags swinging freely about. Each roll of fat was visible through the dress. I had to admit, I liked myself. With a smile, I stroked my breasts and my huge belly, which now apparently looked as if I was pregnant permanently. I put my butt in motion with a slap and watched my fat swinging back and forth feeling how heavy it had gotten. Although I was not as provocative dressed as yesterday, this outfit only left little to the imagination.

After I had admired myself in the mirror I decided to have a good breakfast. I still had a good hour time, so I took it easy. I started with the meat cuts and ate the first 10 buns. I had the feeling that someone could no longer speak of me just eating, but rather about devouring and clutter. I felt the dress stretching more and more over my stomach. But that did not stop me from eating more. The next ten buns I managed without problems, but by now I recognized the feeling of satiety. The last ten buns I smeared with chocolate cream and jam. Completely covered in crumbs I stretched out on the sofa and looked at my bloated plump belly. The dress was now really tight and thereby it became slightly transparent. I was still amazed at how big my belly got when I ate that much. It was totally unbelievable how much stuff I was able to eat. It was practically inhuman.

Then I looked at the clock. Damn, I was running late. I let the trash where it was and hauled myself up from the couch. As I stood I was dizzy and my heavy belly sagged down and I had to gasp for air. When my breasts sagged down in the dress I heard some seams crack again. That could get really interesting today. The thought that during the day my breasts could rip the dress apart and hung freely over my stomach made me cringe with excitement. So I grabbed my bag, took the voucher and waddled out of the house holding my heavy belly.