Intrusive Thoughts

Chapter 1

ate too much?
She struggled to get up.
You might as well just give up. In fact you might as well keep eating. Just finish it off. No need to dirty another dish with leftovers. Besides you shouldn’t be eating this. Do you want to get caught? Destroy the evidence. You tried to do the responsible thing. It’s here in front of you just waiting. You have nothing to do while you wait to digest enough to move. This will keep you busy.
And so she ate.
Good girl. Yeah make sure that waistband is nice and tight. We don’t want those pants falling down. You don’t need a belt.
She felt warm and tingly. Very heavy.
Stop pretending you even want a flat toned tummy. Just give in. You can barely control yourself anyway. I mean anytime they put food in front of you you eat it. You might as well get to the point where a girdle or corset is necessary.
And so she ate.
That’s it. You know you want to. You want to see the drawstring on your shorts to shorten as it struggles to accommodate more of you. You want to push your limits at every meal. You love that heavy relaxed feeling you get from it.
It was true. She didn’t want it to be though.
You thought you could escape this didn’t you.
She nodded as she shoved another eclair in her mouth.
There is no escape. I’m apart of you.
She took a sip of her milkshake. It was an impulse decision. One she was regretting as she started to feel her tummy spill over her waistband.
You can’t get rid of me. You can deny it all you want but it won’t change this. This overwhelming urge to eat.
She moaned a bit through a huge mouthful of pastry overfilled with custard.
Yeah that’s right look at it. It’s just like you. Way too much filling.
She could practically feel her stomach stretching.
Drink up. That’s it. You love pushing your limits. Every meal is a challenge you gladly accept. And your dedication is obvious.
She gripped her belly and shook it. It was still small. It was possible to undo the damage.
Look at you playing with it. You love it. You love how much softer you are getting. You love how much slower you are getting. You have always loved it.