Stephanie 2: All You Can Eat by 197462, literature
Literature
Stephanie 2: All You Can Eat
She couldn't get it out of her head. The feeling of her big, round, bloated and stuffed belly replayed in her head ever since two weeks ago when she'd stuffed herself silly.
She sat in bed, playing with the new rolls of fat on her tummy and thinking.
"I gotta try that again," she murmured, jiggling her soft flesh. "But seriously this time. Just buckle down and eat. Who cares if I gain weight? I've already gained ten pounds from two weeks ago."
She smiled as her belly rumbled.
"Do I actually like being fat...?"
--
"I'm going out with friends, mom!" she yelled. "I'm going to get lunch with them!"
"Okay dear," her mom replied from the kitche
Stephanie had always been thin. She did tennis for years so her stomach was always flat and toned.
But as senior year approached, she'd given it up to focus on academics instead. Because now she wasn't doing any physical activity, she lost a lot of the tone in her belly.
She hadn't really been paying much attention, however, spending most of her days lounging on her bed in front of the TV with a bag of potato chips. She had actually gotten chubbier, with a nice roll of tan fat developing on her lower tummy.
"Sweetie?" her mother called. "I'm going out to get some stuff for dinner. Your grandparents and your cousins are coming like every ye
I sleep for hours, hoping my belly is mostly gone when I wake.
Instead, I wake to Fran, standing over my bed, holding a yellow pill out to me.
"Please don't make me eat this," I say, eyeing the massive amount of food in my room. "I've eaten so much today, I might burst."
"Too bad," she tells me, forcing the pill into my mouth. "That belly has to grow so big you can't move. Andy upped your goal to 350, by the way." She pats my belly, which has settled at beach ball size, with three massive rolls.
But the hunger takes over and even though I don't want to, I eat and eat, carving a massive hole into the pile of food very quickly. I eat all of
When I get back to my room, one man stays a while to rub my big round belly, and when I'm finally left alone I sleep for a long time.
When I wake up, I'm left with more fat than before. I now weigh in at 165. Yes! Almost 200 pounds! My belly hangs out a little from under my shirt, my arms have a lot of flab now, my thighs touch all the time and I have a small double chin. I rub my belly softly, feeling the rolls and the fat, looking at the giant stretch marks from my sudden weight gain. I leave the bathroom and breakfast is ready as usual, with Fran waiting at the end of my bed, fatter than normal.
"Good morning!" she sings. She takes in my
I'm woken by the sound of footsteps in my room.
"Surprise, Sugar!" the man says, sitting on my lap again. "It's lunch time! I know you're already pretty full from whatever your boyfriend did to you, so I got a couple of sandwiches and some coke."
I look behind him and sigh. A couple sandwiches and some coke, meaning fifteen grilled cheeses and a giant bottle of coke.
I eat as quickly as I can with my belly protesting every bite, then I try to sleep it off.
I wake up and check my weight again. 143 pounds. My shirt feels tighter, and so do my pants.
I leave the bathroom and see dinner has been laid out. Tonight it's a hamburger dinner. A doz
They let me skip dinner, since I had eaten so much in the contests. I wake up in my amazing soft bed again, delighted to see my enormous belly has disappeared mostly. All I'm left with is a potbelly, like the man says. I get up and check my weight again. 141 pounds. I gained 30 pounds! At least I kept off that extra 10 by some miracle.
Breakfast is waiting for me when I returned from the washroom, and XL sweats too, since I had ripped out of my old ones. These are very big on me, but I figure I'd be stuffing myself so much they wouldn't be for very long. I get a knock on my door just after I finish breakfast (stacks of waffles with whipped c
I wake up reluctantly.
I'm still full from the late night "snack" of a giant chocolate bar, a pitcher of milk, and a bag of chips.
The bed is so comfortable. It's memory foam and welcomed me and my yoga ball belly into its soft embrace. This morning, I have more leftover fat than I thought. I started off as 104 pounds, and now I'm 111 pounds according to the scale in the bathroom. After I fix my hair into a bun and put my large sweats again, which don't fit as perfectly as before, since I have seven pounds of extra belly fat that i didn't have yesterday that press against my shirt, I see that breakfast has arrived. A plate of fluffy pancakes
I come back from socializing with a still-bloated belly. I am not hungry at all, but somehow I think no one is going to care. I waddle down the barren white halls, cradling my sore belly and moaning the whole way. I am now wearing assigned sweats and they cover my belly, but they won't for long. Most girls in there were here much longer that me and had gigantic bellies that were barely covered by their shirts. They had all been force fed on their first days too, but now all they wanted was to eat which totally freaked me out. I didn't want my purpose in life to be eating.
I almost start crying when I see the meal laid out for me when I get b
"Where are we going?" I ask for the millionth time. I tug at the blindfold over my eyes. My boyfriend, Andy, takes my hand away from it before answering.
"Training camp," he replies for the millionth time.
I sigh and sit back in my seat. Maybe it's a romantic getaway with a cover story.
We arrive about an hour later. I only know because Andy tells me.
He pulls off my blindfold and I am instantly confused
There is a massive factory-like building with no name and a small table with a pudgy young lady organizing some papers in a chair behind it.
Andy parks the car and we both get out and walk to the lady at the table.
"Hello," she sings, fl
Pencil Skirt?
Check.
White and pink button up blouse?
Check.
Heels?
Check.
Tight bun?
Check.
First days are stressful, especially when it's my first official job ever. I'm a new lawyer. Well, I have to make my way up, so right now I just sit at a desk and work minor cases.
But it's still stressful.
I made it to work on time, which is great. so I moved it quickly and got to work, my stomach growling all day. I forgot breakfast.
I work quickly through my pile of cases, my stomach rumbling until 12:00. Then my boss comes out.
"One hour for lunch!" he yells.
I quickly grab my purse and run for the door. I'm starved!
First stop: Starbucks
Stephanie 2: All You Can Eat by 197462, literature
Literature
Stephanie 2: All You Can Eat
She couldn't get it out of her head. The feeling of her big, round, bloated and stuffed belly replayed in her head ever since two weeks ago when she'd stuffed herself silly.
She sat in bed, playing with the new rolls of fat on her tummy and thinking.
"I gotta try that again," she murmured, jiggling her soft flesh. "But seriously this time. Just buckle down and eat. Who cares if I gain weight? I've already gained ten pounds from two weeks ago."
She smiled as her belly rumbled.
"Do I actually like being fat...?"
--
"I'm going out with friends, mom!" she yelled. "I'm going to get lunch with them!"
"Okay dear," her mom replied from the kitche
Stephanie had always been thin. She did tennis for years so her stomach was always flat and toned.
But as senior year approached, she'd given it up to focus on academics instead. Because now she wasn't doing any physical activity, she lost a lot of the tone in her belly.
She hadn't really been paying much attention, however, spending most of her days lounging on her bed in front of the TV with a bag of potato chips. She had actually gotten chubbier, with a nice roll of tan fat developing on her lower tummy.
"Sweetie?" her mother called. "I'm going out to get some stuff for dinner. Your grandparents and your cousins are coming like every ye
I sleep for hours, hoping my belly is mostly gone when I wake.
Instead, I wake to Fran, standing over my bed, holding a yellow pill out to me.
"Please don't make me eat this," I say, eyeing the massive amount of food in my room. "I've eaten so much today, I might burst."
"Too bad," she tells me, forcing the pill into my mouth. "That belly has to grow so big you can't move. Andy upped your goal to 350, by the way." She pats my belly, which has settled at beach ball size, with three massive rolls.
But the hunger takes over and even though I don't want to, I eat and eat, carving a massive hole into the pile of food very quickly. I eat all of
When I get back to my room, one man stays a while to rub my big round belly, and when I'm finally left alone I sleep for a long time.
When I wake up, I'm left with more fat than before. I now weigh in at 165. Yes! Almost 200 pounds! My belly hangs out a little from under my shirt, my arms have a lot of flab now, my thighs touch all the time and I have a small double chin. I rub my belly softly, feeling the rolls and the fat, looking at the giant stretch marks from my sudden weight gain. I leave the bathroom and breakfast is ready as usual, with Fran waiting at the end of my bed, fatter than normal.
"Good morning!" she sings. She takes in my
I'm woken by the sound of footsteps in my room.
"Surprise, Sugar!" the man says, sitting on my lap again. "It's lunch time! I know you're already pretty full from whatever your boyfriend did to you, so I got a couple of sandwiches and some coke."
I look behind him and sigh. A couple sandwiches and some coke, meaning fifteen grilled cheeses and a giant bottle of coke.
I eat as quickly as I can with my belly protesting every bite, then I try to sleep it off.
I wake up and check my weight again. 143 pounds. My shirt feels tighter, and so do my pants.
I leave the bathroom and see dinner has been laid out. Tonight it's a hamburger dinner. A doz
They let me skip dinner, since I had eaten so much in the contests. I wake up in my amazing soft bed again, delighted to see my enormous belly has disappeared mostly. All I'm left with is a potbelly, like the man says. I get up and check my weight again. 141 pounds. I gained 30 pounds! At least I kept off that extra 10 by some miracle.
Breakfast is waiting for me when I returned from the washroom, and XL sweats too, since I had ripped out of my old ones. These are very big on me, but I figure I'd be stuffing myself so much they wouldn't be for very long. I get a knock on my door just after I finish breakfast (stacks of waffles with whipped c
I wake up reluctantly.
I'm still full from the late night "snack" of a giant chocolate bar, a pitcher of milk, and a bag of chips.
The bed is so comfortable. It's memory foam and welcomed me and my yoga ball belly into its soft embrace. This morning, I have more leftover fat than I thought. I started off as 104 pounds, and now I'm 111 pounds according to the scale in the bathroom. After I fix my hair into a bun and put my large sweats again, which don't fit as perfectly as before, since I have seven pounds of extra belly fat that i didn't have yesterday that press against my shirt, I see that breakfast has arrived. A plate of fluffy pancakes
I come back from socializing with a still-bloated belly. I am not hungry at all, but somehow I think no one is going to care. I waddle down the barren white halls, cradling my sore belly and moaning the whole way. I am now wearing assigned sweats and they cover my belly, but they won't for long. Most girls in there were here much longer that me and had gigantic bellies that were barely covered by their shirts. They had all been force fed on their first days too, but now all they wanted was to eat which totally freaked me out. I didn't want my purpose in life to be eating.
I almost start crying when I see the meal laid out for me when I get b
"Where are we going?" I ask for the millionth time. I tug at the blindfold over my eyes. My boyfriend, Andy, takes my hand away from it before answering.
"Training camp," he replies for the millionth time.
I sigh and sit back in my seat. Maybe it's a romantic getaway with a cover story.
We arrive about an hour later. I only know because Andy tells me.
He pulls off my blindfold and I am instantly confused
There is a massive factory-like building with no name and a small table with a pudgy young lady organizing some papers in a chair behind it.
Andy parks the car and we both get out and walk to the lady at the table.
"Hello," she sings, fl
Pencil Skirt?
Check.
White and pink button up blouse?
Check.
Heels?
Check.
Tight bun?
Check.
First days are stressful, especially when it's my first official job ever. I'm a new lawyer. Well, I have to make my way up, so right now I just sit at a desk and work minor cases.
But it's still stressful.
I made it to work on time, which is great. so I moved it quickly and got to work, my stomach growling all day. I forgot breakfast.
I work quickly through my pile of cases, my stomach rumbling until 12:00. Then my boss comes out.
"One hour for lunch!" he yells.
I quickly grab my purse and run for the door. I'm starved!
First stop: Starbucks
Schoolgirl Stuffing by marshmallobunny, literature
Literature
Schoolgirl Stuffing
“How could you, of all people, forget your lunch?” asked Lily. Lily, my best friend, looked at me incredulously. Her expression made her brown eyes look like they were going to pop out of her face.
I was very passionate about lunch.
“I don’t know, I was in a rush this morning!” I exclaimed.
“In a rush, as in, you didn’t have enough breakfast so you had to make more?” she smirked.
“Shut up,” I laughed. To be fair, it was pretty funny. My stomach growled in protest, and Lily and I burst into another fit of giggles.
My stomach growled again and suddenly it wasn’t so funny any
I sat on the kitchen floor surrounded by thirty industrial sized unopened peanut butter and thirty unopened Nutella jars... that were going to expire tomorrow.
"Oh my God, Linda!" I said to my best friend, who sat opposite me, eyeing the Nutella and PB in awe.
"I told you, sales aren't worth it."
"But they were only a dollar each! Ugh, Patrick is going to kill me!"
It was true - my boyfriend hated it when I bought in bulk, especially when we didn't need the items.
"You have to eat them all," Linda told me, shaking her head. "You have to. You hate food going to waste, all of it is expiring tomorrow and Patrick can't see this. Also I can't h
I waited patiently at the restaurant entrance for my date. I fiddled with my purse and adjusted my maxi dress. I had gone out and bought it especially for this date. it was tight at the top, around my chest and stomach, but at my hips it was loose and skimmed the floor as I walked. I had my long brown hair loose and my makeup was perfect.
Finally, my date pulled up in a sleek black Mercedes and got out. He wore a sexy, fitting black suit and dress shoes. He looked very Mediterranean, with warm chocolate eyes, olive skin and black hair. He smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek.
"You must be Melissa," he spoke, his voice soft like melted but
I was home alone again. My husband had left for work and since I was currently out of work, I was left to my own devices.
I didn't care much for my appearance, so I wore my glasses, had my long brown hair in a messy bun and wore a tight tank top and pyjama shorts.
I sat down in front of the TV and channel surfed for a good hour before my belly began to rumble at around noon. I was absolutely starving! It was almost painful how hungry I was, so I walked into the kitchen and searched the cupboards and fridge for something to eat. I grabbed the bag of bagels, the whole carton of milk and the Nutella and a spoon.
I sat in front of the TV again