lordsofsevenhall
Member
~BBW, ~~WG, Eating
She did not know how long shed been there, where she was, who the other people she could see in her peripheral vision were (who seemed to move out of focus if she turned her head), or how long shed been eating. Her stomach felt heavy, but not uncomfortable and the food was incredible. Flavor after sumptuous flavor burst against her palette and danced inside her mouth as she ate more and more.
She was glad to realize that she was wearing a cute, floral, bib-style halter top with plenty of fabric in the front she was sure her stomach was embarrassingly large by now, what with all this eating mmm everything was so delicious, another bite and she readjusted the fabric and rubbed her full belly surreptitiously. She ate and ate and ate in a rapture of joy, noting without alarm in the opposing mirrored walls that her bare back was looking chubbier than she remembered.
In fact, she realized as she continued to eat, all of her seemed to be swelling: beneath her top, where no-one could see, her bulging sides began to overflow her jeans cutoff shorts even as her belly steadily plumped outwards, popping her button, tearing the zipper and folding down the flaps of her shorts as easily as warm butter. Her breasts began to grow heavy, showing more and more cleavage above the top in the mirror across from her as she ate uh-oh, am I even wearing a bra? and she felt a shiver of cold air against the prominent lower fold of her stomach as it finally outgrew her top. Her legs were thickening and fattening, her thighs and hips filling out until the seams on either side of her shorts exploded
As if on queue, everybody in the room turn to look at her, and she was still eating like there was no tomorrow. Any minute now and her straining top would not be able to contain her swelling breasts
Katy sat up in bed in a panic, then sighed. The combination of not turning on her a/c to keep her bills low and not getting enough food during the past weeks of unemployment was giving her increasingly strange dreams.
She slipped out of bed and massaged her shrunken waist ruefully, looking at her now-somewhat-emaciated figure in the mirror. Below the waist, her hips and butt could still barely hold up her size 8 pants, so long as she wore a belt above her waist, her middle was missing a few inches and her breasts had dropped a cup size, and her ribs were easier to count than she liked. And there was nothing to eat but plain oatmeal; oatmeal was cheap.
I will find a job today, she said out loud to her reflection, and went to grab a shower.
(to be continued )
A Strange Turn of Events
By lordsofsevenhall
By lordsofsevenhall
She did not know how long shed been there, where she was, who the other people she could see in her peripheral vision were (who seemed to move out of focus if she turned her head), or how long shed been eating. Her stomach felt heavy, but not uncomfortable and the food was incredible. Flavor after sumptuous flavor burst against her palette and danced inside her mouth as she ate more and more.
She was glad to realize that she was wearing a cute, floral, bib-style halter top with plenty of fabric in the front she was sure her stomach was embarrassingly large by now, what with all this eating mmm everything was so delicious, another bite and she readjusted the fabric and rubbed her full belly surreptitiously. She ate and ate and ate in a rapture of joy, noting without alarm in the opposing mirrored walls that her bare back was looking chubbier than she remembered.
In fact, she realized as she continued to eat, all of her seemed to be swelling: beneath her top, where no-one could see, her bulging sides began to overflow her jeans cutoff shorts even as her belly steadily plumped outwards, popping her button, tearing the zipper and folding down the flaps of her shorts as easily as warm butter. Her breasts began to grow heavy, showing more and more cleavage above the top in the mirror across from her as she ate uh-oh, am I even wearing a bra? and she felt a shiver of cold air against the prominent lower fold of her stomach as it finally outgrew her top. Her legs were thickening and fattening, her thighs and hips filling out until the seams on either side of her shorts exploded
As if on queue, everybody in the room turn to look at her, and she was still eating like there was no tomorrow. Any minute now and her straining top would not be able to contain her swelling breasts
Katy sat up in bed in a panic, then sighed. The combination of not turning on her a/c to keep her bills low and not getting enough food during the past weeks of unemployment was giving her increasingly strange dreams.
She slipped out of bed and massaged her shrunken waist ruefully, looking at her now-somewhat-emaciated figure in the mirror. Below the waist, her hips and butt could still barely hold up her size 8 pants, so long as she wore a belt above her waist, her middle was missing a few inches and her breasts had dropped a cup size, and her ribs were easier to count than she liked. And there was nothing to eat but plain oatmeal; oatmeal was cheap.
I will find a job today, she said out loud to her reflection, and went to grab a shower.
(to be continued )
