Chapter 1 (Full)

My mouth watered as I took the bucket of chicken inside my room. I cradled it in my thin arms and felt my breathing quicken. The greasy tang of fried food hung in the air and I closed the window so it wouldn’t escape. I shut the blinds on the round full moon outside so no one would see me. Finally, I flicked on the lamp light on my study desk, bathing my small hall room and lanky silhouette in a warm buttery glow.

The hum of the mini fridge under my desk was only punctuated by the click of my nails on the buttons of my blouse, and then my zip, as I stepped out of a formal black skirt. Now my long cinnamon brown hair could rest against my naked back.

In the mirror over my desk, I saw my small perky breasts sat above a rack of ribs. I didn’t often bother with bras and today had been no exception. My flat stomach was mostly hidden behind the food I was carrying. I was tall for a girl and had always struggled with being underweight for my height. Only my shadow on the wall had a softness and a curve to its form. That made me feel… envious.

My Mum had high expectations for me back home so I had always been busy and would continue to need to be at uni. She planned to regularly check up with me over skype. Back home I even had to share a room with my younger sister which meant I was almost never alone. Finally, I could be alone for at least a few hours each night. It was all the time I would need to sneak in an extra meal. A super sized meal.

I felt embarrassed and flushed hot at the thought of what I was about to do as I placed the chicken bucked down on my desk. I slipped off my lacy black underwear and wrapped my hands around a chicken leg, biting into the crispy skin and plump meat with greedy abandon. I felt my naked tummy tighten beneath me as I stripped more chicken meat away and swallowed it down. Grease dripped off my fingers and slid down the rest of my naked body.

I was terrified I would be exposed for these thoughts I had of getting fatter. Only when I was alone at night could my desires become transparent and be unleashed. I pressed my hips against the wood of the table in front of me to feel the curve of my tummy bulge better. Loose crumbs from my mouth bounced off my tummy and onto the desk.

My room was pristine, the perfect study space for any high achieving freshman. Everything was neat and in its proper place. Except now for the crumbs that were spilling onto the desk and carpet, my serious student attire carefully pushed to one side as I continued in my gluttony.

My mouth was drying up from all the chicken meat, but my own slender chicken legs quivered as I felt the wetness increase between my thighs. I desperately rubbed a hand against a wall to smear off some of the grease and masturbated furiously, collapsing to the floor as I bit on the final chicken bone, waves of orgasm rushing over me. I’d never experienced such pleasure in my life. I was finally following my impulses, even if no one could know.

Crawling to the mini fridge I threw it open. No water, but there was a tub of ice cream a friend had given me as a move in present. My stomach was rock hard but I tore off the lid and with a bare hand scooped out the crisp sugary hokey pokey and smeared it against my lips, the coolness dripping onto my tongue and quenching my thirst. With the last of my strength, I closed the fridge and fell asleep right there on the floor, my body sticky with grease and bathed in yellow. I was contented.

In the morning I wiped up my desk and vacuumed the room, disposing of the few things I couldn't consume in the bin outside in the hallway. I showered to wash away the warm stickiness that clung to me before rebuttoning my blouse and chosing another skirt to complete my profesional look.

I ate a modest breakfast in the pastel pink and green cafeteria along with some white tea. For lunch I got a vegan wrap from a sandwich shop. For dinner I returned to the cafeteria and had a simple dinner with a few slices of ham, some mashed potatoes and a sprinkling of green beans.

Then when I was sure I was alone I'd have my fourth meal of the day. I found a towel to throw down on my single bed. In the meantime, my desk lamp melted that tub of icecream I had into a jiggling slush. I stripped and stretched out naked on the bed with the full tub in my hands.

With a tilt of my fingers I poured all the creamy calories into my mouth, with greedy gulps I lapped up all the suger I could. Ice cream splattered all over my face and chest. It flowed freely and offered no resistance beyond thd occassional ball of hokey pokey I had to bite.

Once the tub was empty I cast it aside as everything I wanted now was either spilled on my skin or already inside my tight beach ball belly. With one hand I once again brought myself to orgasm while I ran my fingers over my flesh, gathering up all the cream and depositing it onto my lips. I fell asleep still suckling my boney fingers for every ounce of sweetness. For every ounce of sweetness I could add to me.

My Mum checked in with me regularly and in fact she was worried most about me being underweight and encouraged me to work out to build up my strength. They had bought me a fit bit and told me it would arrive soon. I smiled and nodded, while under the table I massaged a food baby and thought about how much easier it'll be now to make sure my midnight stuffings exceed my daily calourie requirements.

I knew though that this secret was only going to get tougher to hide as my body begins to fatten up. Yet I had never felt so liberated. My gluttony stood in defiance of everything my family had tried to control about my life. In my secret hedonism I would sculpt my true self. I wouldn't let fear of reprimand stop me indulging in my all important fourth meal of the day.

The changes were subtle at first. I was lanky so weight needed time to settle and become prominent. What I did notice though was how I never felt full eating my regular meals. Slowly I began adding extra portions to every meal. I also developed a sweet tooth, having tea less and less frequently when hot chocolate was an option.

There was a vapid valley girl who often got hot chocolate with me at the cafateria and would just not shut up about her own sweet tooth. I let her whine about her lack of self control as I quitely sipped my own sweet beverage and tried not get too aroused at that exposed belly of hers that pooched out over her pastel pink short shorts. She had no shame, unlike me.

I wasn't underweight anymore though. I used to sleep a lot on my stomach back home but now even on the rare night when I went without midnight oil I now had a belly in the way, even breasts! All that chicken had plumped me up a few cup sizes and I excitedly went shopping for some bras that I now definitely needed.

I had fun exploring my soft squishy edges where only hard surfaces had been a few months ago. It became a habit to masterbate with my belly resting on my study desk, my body jiggling away as I pleasured myself. It was so satisfying.

To begin with it was the food that had turned me on but as my ribs disappeared under a layer of fresh chub I became obsessed with my new curves and took every opportunity to play with them behind closed doors.

I tugged on the corners of my skirt and felt my chubby belly wobble on top. When I unzipped it, my plump flesh pressed out the opening. Soon I was going to have trouble zipping it up at all and I'd need safety pins if I wanted to keep wearing it. My blouse buttons felt more and more strained every day, both around my belly and my tits. More bra shopping would be required too.

My shopping was not keeping up with the rate of my gaining though, it was getting a little too obvious how fat I was getting.

"Hey big sis! Wow you're looking a bit bigger than usual? Have you been pigging out at college?"

God my sister could be blunt. I buried my head in shame and was just glad she couldn't smell the ever present tang of grease on my end of the call.

"Yeah the freshman 15 hit kind of hard little sis but I'm working on it. Please just don't tell Mum"

She did a cute little salute

"Not a soul! Though you better work fast, your double chin kind of gives the game away"

I felt the pudge on my chin with a little shock, she was right.

I did try running to burn off a little carbs but jogging wasn't as easy as I remembered it. I felt so clumsy occassionly bumping into people when I forgot just how wide my hips had become. My athletic wear was strained to capaxity and I had to keep stopping to adjust it so my gut wouldn't spring out. With every step my tits flopped about, a new inconvenience for me.

Eventually I stopped by a park and just flopped down in the sun, my fat sweaty body streatched out and glistening in the sun. My sweat tasted salty on my lips as I panted on the ground and reminded me of all the delicous food I could gorge on in my room that night.

My belly rumbled and I gave it a reassuring little pat. I have got so fat that even if my parents wanted too there's nothing they could do to make me lose it. Perhaps it was time to stand up to them.

To say my mother was shocked when I opened the video call was an understatement.

"Oh my gosh darling what has happened!"

My double chin had only thickened since my phone call with sis and the buttons had finally given out around my tits, cleavage scandalously poking out. But i was done being the good girl. I munched on some chicken breast and explained that I was sick of their expectations and I was going to make it through college my own way. I told her I loved her and Dad and Sis but I needed space to be me. I don't think she understood but my Mum still nodded reluctantly.

"We're here for you if you need us but we understand how stressful college can be. I didn't realise we were putting you unser so much pressure and the toll it was taking. Please look after yourself."

I was genuinely surprised by her restraint. No calling me a pig or threatening to come grab me and force me to diet. I put down the drum stick and nodded back.

"I love you Mum, thank you I think I can be my best self now."

The call ended and I stretched. My blouse lifted up and I let my belly breathe. Rather than using my lamp I opened my blinds and let the white moonlight pour over me. Then I opened the window and felt a sweet cool breeze against my warm fat. It felt nice. Starting tomorrow no more hiding. I might even go hang out with that valley girl some more from the cafeteria. She is getting really big these days, and I feel like we could have some fun.