Locked down, and plumping up - part two (glorious stuffings)

chapter 1 - a birthday stuffing.

As she approached the bottom of her second bottle of wine, Sarah had elected to skip pouring any of it into a glass and potentially spilling some of it, drinking it straight from the bottle. What a hot mess she was being. But she really didn’t care. If she had to spend her birthday in isolation, she could make the most of the lack of any judgement from others, and do whatever the hell she damn well pleased. Table etiquette, be damned!

She had ordered her favourite type of pizza in the largest size that they had, with garlic bread. Initially she reasoned that she could always have half this evening and half the following day. But Sarah had found that her appetite had evidently been in the league of being absolutely ravenous. Maybe she was getting a little bit too used to her larger serving sizes and snacking lately? And any self-discipline she may have tried to exercise normally was washed down with the wine. There were not going to be any left-overs. She had already finished her huge pizza, hiccupping from the effort of packing it all in.

She was savouring the last few butter-soaked slices of garlic bread, not bothering to break them apart anymore. Some of the butter dribbled out onto her chin, but she caught it and licked it off her fingers; she just felt like she needed all of it so badly. Her breathing and chewing were slowing now, as she fully enjoyed the flavours and textures in her mouth. Not to mention the feelings in her body. Mmmmn…how had she not realised how amazingly good this was before? Even as she chewed, it was like she could feel a double chin well and truly establishing itself. And really, it felt good.

Sarah leaned back in her chair, tilting her head back in the process. As her shoulder blades pushed toward each other, she could feel a thick new layer of fat and crease at the back of her neck that she hadn’t noticed before. Wow, how big must she be getting then? Not that it bothered her. Her chubby belly stuck out, which she rubbed and discovered that a new roll had formed around where her ribs were. She hadn’t even realised that could happen. Obviously, she couldn’t keep gorging herself like this forever, but for the next little while, she wondered what else she would discover while she let her body expand.

She quietly belched. Oof, Sarah, you really are a fat pig. And love it. She continued to rub her belly, feeling very content. She just started to close her eyes, being as relaxed as she was, when the doorbell rang. She absolutely didn’t want to move. She sighed before heaving herself forward, and actually felt her stomach fall heavily onto her fattened thighs, everything wobbling for a moment. Sarah felt a thrill of excitement that she would definitely be coming back to investigate once she had answered the door. Her hips and arse jiggled as she walked over, and it made her feel incredibly sexy.

Under the porchlight at her front door, stood not a person, but a small cake. Not a cupcake, but not a full-sized one that you’d take to a party either. Perhaps one that was designed to serve three to five people. Sarah picked it up in its box tenderly, and read a heartfelt note from a good friend of hers, wishing her the best for her ‘iso birthday’. While she would have loved her friend’s company, she was also a little relieved that no one could see her this incredibly bloated and overtly plumped up.

She brought it inside, relishing the sway of her curvy hips and thighs. Sarah knew she had eaten far too much already. But the cake did look good. A cheeky grin crept onto her face.