Chapter 1 - Part 1

Selma woke up with a knot of hunger in her stomach, but she didn't care. It was the second day of Ramadan, and she had made her decision the night before. She wasn't going to fast this year. She was a grown woman, she had bills to pay, and she wanted to enjoy her life, not suffer through hunger pangs.

She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. She put on her black hijab, the fabric wrapping snugly around her head, and pulled the white forehead cover down over her skin. She slipped into her favorite black spaghetti strap dress. The fabric clung to every curve of her voluptuous body, struggling to contain her massive breasts, her wide, heavy hips, and her soft, doughy belly. She looked at her reflection, a satisfied smile on her lips.

By noon, the sun was blazing, and the hunger pangs were becoming impossible to ignore. She looked at the calendar on her wall, then at her empty stomach. "Screw it," she muttered to herself.

She grabbed her keys and drove to her favorite burger joint. As soon as she walked in, the smell of fried grease and searing meat hit her. She didn't care about modesty right now; she just wanted food.

She ordered a double cheeseburger, a large order of fries, and a chocolate milkshake. She sat down at a booth and attacked the food. She took a massive bite of the burger, the cheese stretching between her lips. She chewed quickly, swallowing before she even tasted it. She stuffed another burger in her mouth, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk. She washed it down with a gulp of the milkshake, the cold liquid sliding down her throat.

She finished the fries in minutes, licking the salt from her fingers. She ordered a second round of burgers, this time a triple patty burger with extra cheese. She devoured it just as quickly as the first one. She felt the food settling in her doughy belly, stretching the fabric of her dress tight.

By the time she finished her meal, she was stuffed to the bursting point. She paid the bill and walked out to her car, her stomach groaning with the weight of the food.

She got into her car and sat back, the leather seat pressing against her soft body. She ran her hands over her doughy belly, feeling the warmth of the food trapped inside. She let out a long, loud burp. "Rrrrrrrrp," it echoed in the small car. She giggled, the sound muffled by her own gas.

She rubbed her belly gently, massaging the soft flesh. "Oh, this feels so good," she whispered. She felt a second burp rising, this one wetter and louder. "BUUUURP!" She slapped her hand over her mouth, but she couldn't suppress the smile spreading across her face.

She looked down at her heaving chest and her wide hips. "I'm a grown woman," she said, her voice trembling with pleasure. "I can do what I want. I can eat whatever I want. I don't need to starve myself for a month."

She leaned back, letting the gas escape in a series of small, wet burps. "I love this feeling," she purred. "I love being full. I love being this heavy." She rubbed her belly again, feeling the food sloshing around inside her. She knew she would regret it later, but right now, she didn't care. She was just enjoying the freedom of eating whatever she wanted.