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Lydia Loses Control Pt.2- A Queen's Binge “Holy - booooooourp! - shit, I haven't been this drunk since college!” Penelope watched gleefully as her petite boss slammed back just her second beer… clearly, she didn't go out partying all too often. The typically up-tight woman was wasted, and the two of them hadn't even ordered their food yet. It had been two weeks since Lydia had started “tasting” Penelope’s baking, and it was starting to become noticeable just how much she had been overindulging. Her hips were wider, squeezed tightly into her black skirt, her ass jiggling as she walked. Her tits were perkier, pressing up against the buttons of her shirt, slightly peeking out. Her face was slightly plumper, and her belly had an added layer of fluff. She was far from fat, but she was no longer skin and bones. Her extra small outfits were no longer able to contain her expanding frame. Lydia had her hair down, which Penelope still couldn't believe was as beautiful as it was. It swayed as she bobbed her head, slightly curved inwards around her nape and resting gently on her collarbone. Her brown eyes were glassy from her drunkenness, and her usual intensity was replaced by an aura of aloofness. Penelope was thrilled to see that her boss was already showing signs of losing control. The waiter noticed the two ladies sitting with their menus closed and made his way over. “Can I take your orders, or do you need a little more time?” He asked politely. Lydia swung her head to look at him. “Yesh - I mean, yes, I’ll just have the cob salad-” Penelope cut her off. This was the moment she had been waiting for. “Well, you know about the Queen Bee Challenge, don't you boss?” She asked slyly. Lydia looked at her, confused, so Penelope elaborated. “The Queen Bee Pizza? It’s huge and spicy with tons of toppings, drizzled with honey. That's where it gets the name. Anyways, if you eat all of what they bring you, the meal is free!” There was a glimmer in Lydia’s eyes for a moment, but she shook her head. “I don't think that would be wise, Penelope. We have to be back at the office in an hour, and it’s entirely - hic - too much pizza for me either way.” Lydia insisted. However, Penelope leaned in, whispering to her drunk boss. “Come on… we both know that you can pack it away. I'll even help you. What’s a pizza between two friends? Nobody has to know. Let loose a little.” Lydia furrowed her brow, pondering the invitation to pig out. The dealbreaker, however, was that whenever she was drunk, Lydia had a special weakness for pizza. She had told this to Penelope, who had in turn orchestrated the entire situation. So, unsurprisingly for Penelope, her boss shrugged and looked back up at the waiter. “Screw it! Lay it on us!”– HOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPP!!! BAURP!! URP- BRAAAAAPPP! hic- UUURP! Lydia was thrown back into her seat by her enormous belch, her hands covered in honey and cheese. Her face was a complete mess, as was her button-up. There were sausage bits resting on her thighs and on top of her cleavage, and on the table in front of her was an empty pizza pan. “I can't believe - hurp - we ate that entire thing!” Realistically, Lydia had devoured most of the pizza. Penelope had been shocked by her ability to fold two slides together, roll them up into a cylindrical shape and greasily glide them into her small mouth and down into her gut. She ate in a flurry of burps, hiccups and grunts, food flying in all directions in her wake. It was a true display of gluttony, and Penelope had a front-row seat. Lydia lazily wiped her hands on her napkin, which directed Penelope's attention towards her boss's bulging belly. It was inflating slowly out from under the table, gently spreading Lydia’s legs as it fought to make room for itself. It was still mostly trapped under her taut skirt, but the top of it was spilling around her waistband. Her slob of a boss finished wiping herself off and began to lean forward, stomach groaning as she did so. “Well, Penelope… that was fun, but I think it’s time that we head back to the office…” Lydia mumbled. Penelope was sad to see the binge end but knew that she was right. PLUNK! Both women were surprised by the waiter, who slapped another full pizza on the table… except this one was even bigger. “Um, you've got the wrong table, I think.” Penelope said nervously. The waiter checked his notes. “You’re the Queen Bee Challenge?” “Well, yes but we already finished ours.” “Ma’am, the challenge is to complete all five sizes of pizza. You just finished the small… you still have the medium, large, extra large and Queen size to go!” Both women turned pale. “So what if…” Lydia tentatively replied, not really wanting to hear the answer, “... what if we don't eat them all?” The waiter grimaced, clearly aware that the women didn't know what they had signed themselves up for. “You… have to pay for all of it, ma’am. 350 dollars… each.” The two women looked at each other. The concept of Lydia having any more food was comical, seeing as her belly was bloated to the size of a soccer ball. Penelope had not wanted to show it, but the two slices she had eaten were sitting heavy in her stomach, which was pressed tightly against her waistband. She reluctantly began digging for her wallet, but to her surprise, Lydia stopped her. “Deal! Lay it on us!” The bulging boss declared. Penelope choked on her words. “Boss is that really… I mean you can’t possibly-” She began. “I don't want to hear it! Shut up and - hicoooouuuurrrppp! - eat up… that's an order!” Lydia demanded with gusto, ripping a belch before grabbing three slices of greasy pizza and cramming them into her mouth. Penelope reluctantly took a slice of her own, and the waiter saw his cue and rushed to deliver the three other pizzas. Lydia simply gorged herself. She leaned forward onto the table with her elbows, snatching and stuffing any slice that happened to be in front of her. Long strands of cheese were strung along her thighs, and toppings rested on her expanding cleavage. She burped like a foghorn, hardly taking time to excuse herself before she dug back in. Her fingers became slick with grease, and her face was littered with crumbs. Penelope tried to pitch in when she could, eating two slices per pizza, but her boss was simply guzzling the fatty meal. After the first pizza, Lydia shoved the pan aside and began pigging out on the large without hesitation. She had four slices at once, two per hand, and threw her head back to slide the folded food directly into her pie hole. Her throat reached maximum capacity, but Lydia didn't seem to care… Penelope was in awe over her apparent lack of gag reflex. Lydia stuck the tube of pizza into her mouth and used her palm to push it down, and it slowly descended into her gaping gullet. For a brief moment, her entire throat was full of pizza. Her belly only groaned louder the more she stuffed into it. After the extra-large, her enlarged gut had fully emerged out from under her button-up, the extent of her bloating clear as day. She huffed and puffed, her overblown stomach rising and falling as the final pizza was placed in front of her. Lydia reached behind her head and tied her sleek hair into a tight ponytail. She leaned forward, back arched, folded the entire pizza in half, and then rolled it up like a huge newspaper. Then, without warning, she crammed the entire spicy pizza between her red lips and began to slide it down her throat. Inch by inch, the engorged woman deposited the cylinder of dough and cheese directly down her slim neck, which bulged like a boa constrictor. Penelope watched in shock as her boss threw her head back and used both hands to lower it into herself, her stomach lurching forward and beginning to inflate with every gulp. It began to press firmly against her shirt, and eventually burst the bottom three buttons. Bang! Bang! Bang! Finally, with her entire face caked with grease, the brunette dropped heavily into her seat, trying to cover her mouth but nonetheless released a rumbling- BHU- OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!! Penelope sat back as well, quite full herself. Her boss, however, was stuffed as tight as a thanksgiving turkey. She allowed her hair to spill back over her messy face, taking quick, sharp breaths as she moved. Then, both of her hands fell to her belly, and Penelope watched as Lydia literally shook the burps out of it. In a series of belches and groans, her gut deflated just a little… only to be re-filled with the stream of pizza still descending down her throat. “How…” Penelope asked in wonder, “...did you do that?” Her boss gave her a drunken smile and shrugged, unleashing another- BRRRAAAAAPPP! “Well… if I - hic - have to be honest, I'm actually quite - HOURP!- good at this thing. I used to be - HURP - OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPP! - a competitive eater.” Ooooohhhhh… Penelope thought to herself. That makes sense. “I don't know why I gave it up, it just didn't fit the lifestyle I wanted. The big suits don't like anything that looks like…” Lydia struggled to find the words before simply shaking her hefty gut and slapping her protruding ass. “Gotta keep the twins in between the buttons if you know what I mean.” Lydia continued, squeezing her tits together. Penelope bit her lip, trying to remember why she hated this woman. She was incredible! “Well… if you want to keep that old spark alive… which by the way, suits you quite well… we can keep these outings between us. Maybe even after hours? I still need some baking tests, so if you ever feel like indulging yourself… let me know?” Lydia pondered the offer, her sloppy hands leaving cheesy streaks along her taut, snow-white belly. Penelope couldn't help but love how fat her boss looked with her buttons burst… how gluttonous she looked with food covering her and her hair let loose across her face. She loved how Lydia was holding her gut like she was pregnant, soothing the growling, rotund blimp with soft strokes. Man, would it ever be nice to have somebody do that to Penelope own bloated stomach… Of course, she still hated Lydia. The goal was still to obtain ultimate revenge. But seeing the woman across from her, her gorgeous face almost hidden behind her giant belly, nearly overflowing from her overindulgence, made her think that the experience might have other benefits as well. “Sure, Penelope. I’ll - OOOOOUUUUURRRRRPP! - take you up on that.”...
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Amber's Bulging Burger Belly Revenge Amber hated her job. She flipped burgers, which seemed like it would be at least a little bit enjoyable, but in reality amounted to staring into a wall of heat for 8 hours a day. Her boss was a complete bitch, and would thunder around the restaurant while yelling at the teenage workers to put their hair nets back on (even though the chubby woman's jet black hair would routinely be down) her black and white striped employee’s skirt bursting at the zippers under the pressure of her giant hips. She wore black lipstick, too much eyeliner and always seemed to be eating company food. That's what pissed Amber off the most… the hourglass of a lady glutting away on snacks that she and her coworkers were prohibited to touch. Amber was a trim young woman. She was a normal height and weight, although her chest bulged out against the twin buttons on her uniform, often hiding burgers directly below her on the grill, they were so plump. Straddling her breasts was her soft, straight, deep red hair, which she freed from her hairnet every time she got the chance. Her face was very sharp, her nose pointed, with a dash of freckles. However, her ass was flat as a board, much to her dismay. Her striped skirt barely stayed on, needing to be belted firmly to her waist. It was halfway through a shift on a hot summer's day that Amber finally snapped. She was busy flipping burgers, as usual, her hair in tight pigtails in an attempt to cool down. For whatever reason, her boss was on a mission that particular afternoon, and upon spotting the busty redhead’s hair decided to sneak up behind her and surprise her with a scolding. Unfortunately, as she stood behind Amber, preparing to unload, the girl turned around with her head down and bumped right into her boss. One of Amber’s rotund tits made contact with the fries that her boss was eating, trampolining them over the counter and into the deep fryer. The machine began to froth and leak all over the counter and linoleum tiles, sending employees running for cleaning supplies. The boss, however, simply stared at Amber, who watched the mess unfold in complete shock. The fat cow of a woman unloaded on Amber, spitting as she spoke and even cussing her out once or twice. Amber stood and took it, still shocked about what had just happened. Finally, her boss stopped her rant, tugging her skirt down her girthy thighs. “In all of my years working at this restaurant, never have I seen a girl as incapable… as ditzy, as you. Always late, with a terrible attitude… and now you destroy a multi-hundred dollar piece of equipment?” At this point, Amber was growing incredulous. “But it was hardly my fault! If you hadn't been standing right behind me, I-” Her boss cut her off with a porky finger, turning red and preparing to scream…until her face twisted into a smile, a cruel idea popping into her head. “Well, since you hate wearing that hairnet so much, I’d say we should move you to a time where nobody will have to watch you shed into their burgers… you can work the night shift from now on!” The night shift sucked. It wasn’t just flipping burgers… you worked the drive-thru as well, on top of being the one to close for the night… at 4 AM. On top of that, there were barely any customers, so you would be bored senseless. Amber resisted, but it was final. Her boss had put her foot down. Defeated, she collected her things, preparing to return for the evening. However, just before she left, she saw her boss smugly walk over to the kitchen and snatch two greasy burgers off of the grill, taking greedy bites from each. At first, Amber was incensed, watching her boss pig out on her hard work… until an idea of her own began to develop, a deep, deep hunger for revenge growing in the slender girl's heart. – Mmm - hic - So… OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! Fucking -hurp- good…. BRAAAAAAAAAP! mmmmmm - hic - yeah, fill my greedy- urp - belly. Amber sat in her boss's office chair, wrappers littering the floor and table around her. Her hair was up in a tight ponytail, her face stained with sauce and sesame seeds. Her legs were spread-eagled to make room for her newly bulging belly, which sloshed and churned as the increasingly greedy redhead devoured her fifth burger of the night, chasing it with an enormous extra-large sprite. She crammed the greasy food and fizzy drink down her thin gullet, mindlessly gorging herself. Her gut was rising like dough as she did so, ballooning up towards her tits and out from under her shirt like a blimp. Amber was devouring the food out of pure spite. She had decided that if her big, fat boss was going to binge on company food all day, she was going to help herself to triple the servings by night, grilling herself burgers, left to herself due to the absence of customers. Something had shifted inside of her… she was gaining satisfaction from her incessant consumption of fatty food, thinking of how much money she was costing the company just by pigging out to her heart’s content every single night. By the end of the shift, she had overblown her stomach out of her tiny skirt, creating a wonderful feeling in her expanded midsection. There was… pressure between her ass and her panties, a new feeling that she was beginning to enjoy. Letting her hair down, Amber sat down to complete the last two burgers she had prepared herself, guzzling them down in the messiest way possible, stuffing and bloating her engorged stomach until she was left with nothing in her greasy hands, and released one more thundering belch. Overwhelmed by her gluttony, and the feeling of screwing her company over, Amber decided that the next night she would fill herself up even further. And fill herself she did, gobbling as much food as she could at every chance she got. She would walk around the restaurant with her growing belly exposed, allowing it to bloat as far as it preferred. There were three sizes of burgers at the restaurant: the baby, the brother and the mother burgers. In her first week, she was stuffing herself with 10 baby burgers over 8 hours. By her third week, she was packing herself full of 7 mother burgers. She quickly decided to cut her hair to shoulder length, which let her be as slob-like as possible during her feasting, exposing her freckled ears and slightly plumped cheeks. She also stole a new size of uniform... it wasn't just her belly that was swelling. As she was usually focused on her round, sexy gut bursting out of her pants, she also found interest in another asset of hers… her ass. Almost every day it seemed like it grew another few inches, her once loose jeans further filling out in the shape of a pear every time she heaved them over her widening hips, becoming rounder and rounder as she sat on it and stuffed her face. She watched in delight as it jigged, and would bite her lip as her entire lower half would expand like a waterbed every time she sat down, creating an impossibly tight feeling in her waistband. Her gluttony was giving her the bubble butt she had always wanted, and it made her feel hot as fuck. Over the weeks Amber gorged herself full every night, never getting tired of the meaty burgers. To her, they tasted like victory. Her ass continued to thicken, eventually spilling out the sides of any pants she tried to put on. Her skirt began to resemble a sausage casing as her hips fattened up, and her stomach continued to expand in every direction. Most impressive of all was the progressive bloating of her bulging tits, which overflowed through any top she tried to squeeze them into. On multiple occasions, they would burst the buttons on her shirt during her feeding frenzies, as she only seemed to be getting fatter, and fatter, and fatter… and hungrier, and hungrier, and hungrier. By a month and a half of stuffing, Amber was double the size. Still retaining her slender face, neck, arms and shoulders, from behind she simply looked like a redheaded girl with one hell of an ass. From the front, however, her stomach hung right in front of her like a beach ball, constantly stuffed to the brim as she further indulged in her hoglike cravings. She would sit on her boss's chair and completely submit herself to a mountain of fast food, choking as she shoved it down her throat, her stomach making groaning noises as gas bloated her already bulging belly, her skirt zipper releasing as she shifted her haunches during her manic feedings. She would snatch the burgers and fries with porky fingers, shoving them into herself while moaning, eyes rolled back into her head and hair tugged tightly up into a ponytail (making her moan as it was yanked back while she ate) to make way for the gargantuan helpings. Every night she would waddle out of the restaurant and make it to her car, only to gorge on two more burgers and a drink that she took to go. Those were the ones that always caught up to her, surpassing her limit and bringing her close to overfilling, her gut spilling out of her shirt and her tits jiggling as a symphony of burps would erupt from her sauce-covered mouth. BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPP! HOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP! Hic- URP… mmmmm- Hurp! ooooooOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURPPPP! - oh my! She would massage her taut potbelly with both hands, allowing for more burps to be released and her belly to settle so she could drive home. On a run-of-the-mill, normal Wednesday, Amber received a call from her boss, telling her she would be returning to the day shifts. She had not seen Amber since she had demoted her . Amber arrived with a giant hot dog and milkshake in both of her greasy hands. She forced her way through the door, her hips thoroughly too wide for her skirt at this point. Her ass was perfectly round, her tits jugular, and both were inflated to epic proportions. She was not obese, but good God was she ever a plump, pampered young woman. A fat little piggy, living meal to meal... or binge to binge. Her boss couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Amber’s gurgling gut appear from the front door. The redhead waddled over to her, engorged from an absolute feast she had devoured in her car, and stood in front of her nearly bursting from the seams of her clothing. As usual, she wore her hair up and tucked behind her ears, and it was straightened beautifully. Her green eyes were underlined with purple eyeliner, and her lips were masked in a deep red lipstick. She looked like a supermodel who had decided to make a pig of herself; she was still beautiful, only now completely overflowing from her dainty frame. “I - urp - quit.” She simply. “You- you can't just quit!” Her boss protested. Amber shrugged her thin shoulders, making her chest wobble uncontrollably. Her ponytail swayed back and forth from the momentum, and the crests of her cleavage brushed her sharp chin. With a cheeky grin, Amber took her hotdog and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Using just the one hand, she threw her head back and slid the meat down her gluttonous throat in just one gulp, eyes watering as it filled every inch of her slender neck. After inhaling the greasy hotdog, leaving her lips glossy, she leaned towards her boss. Then, without warning, she gave her stomach a large slap. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Amber belched, her entire body jiggling as her stomach shifted, her ass tearing through the zipper of her skirt and her tits wobbling into her face. The freckled, busty girl sighed, hugging her bloated belly in relief. “Ooh. That one needed to come out.” She giggled, taking a chug of her milkshake. She truly had become conditioned to gorging her gut all day long. Her boss looked at her, shocked. Amber gave her one more look, before turning around, her hair swinging over her shoulder and hitting the black haired woman in the face. Her hips, which were now wider than her bosses, popped as she strutted out, and as she used her ass to squeeze her way out the door, she looked back at the incredulous face of her former employer. “The food here - hic - sucks dick anyways.”...
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Johanna is a stuck-up fitness girl who rejects overindulgence, judging those around her in order to shelter herself from her own gluttony... until her friend Diane takes up baking. Suddenly, a surplus of sweet treats is testing Jo's ability to contain her lust for food...

How much will Johanna engorge her gut? How quickly until she balloons up like a beachball?? Click the link to find out ; )

Johanna's Super Secret Sweet Tooth Pt. 1 (These greedy girls are the creations of @figayard... give him lots o love.) --- “Jo! Thanks so much for coming! I'm just finishing a fresh batch! Johanna entered the apartment of her petite friend Diane, who scurried back to the kitchen in order to attend to the cupcakes she was baking. She had just come from class, so she was somewhat done up; her straight brunette hair was twirled neatly into two braids, with a few strands loose at the front. They ran down her slender neck just past her shoulders and swayed as she moved her head. Her sharp, light blue eyes were complemented by some light mascara and her lips were pampered with red lipstick. Her dainty chin, button nose and sharp jawline spoke for themselves. Presentation was always a top priority for Johanna. She wore a pair of her tightest leggings, letting her ass and hips pop. Her shirt was stretchy as to fit over her chest, which jiggled despite her tight bra as she bent down to take her boots off. Diane ran back into the room, oven mitts on and apron flowing behind her. “Hurry up! I want you to taste them while they're hot!” Johanna watched as the tiny girl rushed back to the kitchen, and noticed that her friend's ass was bouncing a little more than usual as she went. Johanna was ultra-aware of things like that, and Diane had always been a bit greedy... Baking might just inflate her ass straight out of those pants entirely if she's not careful, Johanna thought to herself. Not in a mean way, but in a concerned way. One ought to exercise at least some self-control. Although she was only 5’5 (five inches shorter than Johanna), Diane always had the biggest personality in the room, as her wavy, shoulder-length black hair, dark blue eyes, big smile and juicy bottom half caught the attention of many. She was often disorganized and sporadic, so her newfound hobby came as a surprise to Johanna. Nevertheless, she had agreed to test some of her baking, even though she rejected the idea of indulging in fatty, sugary food... she was her best friend, after all, and she could put her rigorous diet to the side for an hour. Take a few bites and do a few extra pushups tomorrow. She followed Diane into the kitchen, which doubled as a dining area. She took a seat in one of the tiny chairs and watched as Diane manically prepared the cupcakes onto a huge flowery plate. With a huge grin, she heaved the batch over to the table and put it down with a clunk. “Here ya go! My very first batch!” Diane announced proudly. Johanna stared at it, the smell of sugary goodness wafting over her. There were 14 cupcakes, of all different colours and smells. 14. Cupcakes. “Wow. Why… Diane, why would you make so much? This is enough to feed a family of five. For like, a week.” Diane shrugged. “Once I started one flavour, I thought 'why not try another,' and then that turned into another, and another, and eventually… well, basically, they're all completely different. In flavour and icing and whatnot.” “Jesus. How long did that take you?” “Not that long." "So you're seriously telling me that you baked 14 different cupcakes in the same batch? Thats ridiculous." "It's not - look, are you going to try them or not? Stop being a tease.” “I'm not being a tease, this is just a lot of food. You know how I watch my diet.” “Who cares about your diet. Look at you! You're trim as fuck! You can take a bite from one of each, surely. You promised…” She said, giving Johanna a pouty face. Despite her iconic prissy attitude, Johanna could never bear to disappoint her friend. “Okay. Fine. You win. But you're crazy.” Diane squealed in delight and pushed the plate across the table Johanna took her time choosing and elected to taste a pink one. She raised it to her mouth, rolled her eyes in disapproval, and took a bite. The flavour exploded in her mouth, sending a warm feeling all throughout her body. She began to salivate as the treat blew every one of her taste buds out into the atmosphere. Johanna had never felt anything like it… it was like an orgasm in her mouth. “Is it... okay?” Diane asked nervously. “Okay?" Johanna exclaimed, her mouth full, "Diane, this is fucking delicious. I don't know if it's because I haven't had sugar in years… or because I missed lunch… or… or because… or...” Johanna slowly petered off as she lost focus, staring lustfully at the cupcake, licking her plush lips in anticipation. No. You said only one bite. But it was as she looked over to Diane, who was leaning forward in excitement as Johanna slowly began to move the cupcake towards her mouth, eyes lit up with pride that made her give in. “If you don't mind… if just gonna…” Johanna cut herself off by shoving the cupcake into her dainty mouth, letting the flavour overtake her once more. She used her whole palm to force the thing between her jaws, letting her devour on as much as she possibly could at once, scarfing it down in a series of muffled grunts and moans. Her braids flew about as she guzzled the cupcake, her eyes watering as she stuffed her mouth to the max. Finally, after quite the battle, she closed her mouth and slid the pastry down her throat. Attempting to salvage any dignity, she put her fingers to her mouth and let loose a small-uuuuurp. Diane clapped her hands and beamed at her friend, who had always been too stuck up when it came to eating. Seeing her succumb to her greedy side was a real treat to watch. All of the fitness and dieting… it gave Johanna an excuse to downplay just how much of a glutton she was capable of being. “Here! Have two! This one is caramel.” Johanna was sold. She snatched it off the plate and tore it in half, taking bites from either side, crumbs falling all around her. She sat up straight, allowing her to cram the food into herself with both hands at the same time. This time, the cupcake was gone in seconds. Diane went to present another, but Johanna beat her to it. “MORE!” Johanna demanded delightedly. She leaned forward and tucked into the plate, taking two cupcakes at once. Greed taking over, she engorged herself with the sweets, piling them into her mouth and choking herself as she forced down huge bites at a time. Her hair fell forward into the plate, and her face was covered in icing, but she was too busy pigging out to care. Her thin neck became so full that you could see the food sliding down her gullet, choking her pleasurably. Her eyes teared up even further, eyes rolled back as she gorged. Cupcake after cupcake she stuffed herself full, burping and moaning as her gluttony seemed to increase with every fatty chunk of food she ate. It was after the 6th cupcake that her belly began to push up against her tights. Her thick ass already filled the pants to their absolute limit, her wide hips tearing at the stretchy fabric as her gut surged forward. Diane watched, amazed as her stuck-up friend’s gut began to enlarge, slowly at first but steadily expanding outwards towards the table. The more she gorged, the more it ballooned, and the more she was forced to arc her back towards the chair behind her in order to give it room to grow. Her abs stretched out into a fleshy white orb, gurgling and sloshing in delight as she glutted herself full. Her tights began to slip down her rear as they were pulled forward, exposing her rotund rump that filled out her seat entirely, flattening like the pillow the more her belly swelled. The tall, brunette beauty binged herself until the plate was empty and then threw her hands towards her gut to give it a slap. In doing so, it shifted slightly, as taught as a drum. Trying to use two hands this time, she covered her mouth with all of her fingers but was unable to stop a rumbling and enormous- HHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP! As she unleashed the belch, her stomach widened forward, peaking over the table from under her shirt so that Diane could see it. Johanna unravelled her delicate braids and allowed her long hair to spill down over her exposed shoulders and pulled it behind her ears, in order to release at least some of the pressure in her body. Her ears were exposed, and they became flushed red, as did her face as she realized just how fucking fat she looked. She was entirely stuffed to the brim, her gut protruding sensually outwards, tights no longer able to contain it, rising and falling on the table as she focused on her breathing. All of a sudden, her chair felt much too small. She tried to sit up, but ripped another burp instead and fell back into her seat, the chair creaking under her new weight. She was stuffed completely to the gills, like a greedy little pig. To Diane’s surprise, instead of losing her mind, Johanna had a satisfied smile under her long hair, which had draped back over her face after the belch. Diane smiled. Her new hobby was going to be as fun as she expected: plumping up her straight-laced friend. Soon, Diane knew she would stop stressing over her looks and start to focus on the fun things. Like gorging herself senselessly. “S-so…” Johanna mumbled lazily, biting her lip as she caressed her overblown belly “after you roll me out of here... same time tomorrow?” Diane watched at Johanna, who sat engorged across the table, rubbing her overstuffed belly, food all over her face and tits, hair dishevelled and covered in icing and a content look on her face. “You betcha, sister. But you'd better bring an even bigger appetite tomorrow… and maybe some napkins too.”...
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Yo, what's up people!

If you're into girls who eat too much, ill be writing stories about it.

Right now I have the slow progression of a girl from normal life to gluttonous. Give it a shot if you're interested. 

Amy's Burger Lust It was as she lay back in her chair, out of breath with her hands resting on her protruding gut that Amy realized that stuffing her face until she couldn't anymore was her new favourite thing. The pandemic had allowed Amy to do something that she had never considered to be a luxury: eat without judgement. At home with her parents, or at school with her peers, Amy had always been careful about her eating habits. Not too much, not too little, but just enough to be considered "normal." Plus, as a Varsity gymnast, she had always had reasonable standards to meet anyways. How else could she maintain her athletic figure, which loved to pack poundage into all of the wrong places if given the chance? But then she got injured. And then she moved out. And then the world shut down. And Amy just kept getting hungrier, and hungrier, and hungrier. Amy was only 5'5. She had black, straight hair spilled over her fair shoulders, which like her nose came with a splash of freckles. Complimenting this was her green eyes that lit up bright when she was excited, lush eyelashes and full lips. Her lifestyle flatlined from that of a busy, committed student-athlete into a sedentary, procrastinating mess, assignments piling up almost as fast as the cans of Strawberry Fanta on her desk. She also got into gaming, another side of herself that she had controlled during high school, which demanded almost all of her attention. She found it hard to take her eyes off the screen. This led to the realization of Doordash. Amy was careful at first. Only a poke bowl, or maybe a sandwich. But once the sodium-infused meals began to hit her system on a regular basis, it began to demand more. Soon, she was into fast food. That quickly became exclusive to burger joints. Slowly, as she sat in her chair, chowing down on burgers and fries, her ass began to fill out in her tights.She would, for lack of a better word, gorge herself to sleep every night. It was a silent massacre as she sat in her dark room unwittingly plumping herself up. Her chest rose like dough over her weeks of indulgence, asking too much from the lacey bras that she was too lazy to replace. Her belly picked up some fluff, which protested against the waistbands of even her largest pants most days. She was an ever-growing hourglass, with her midsection in hot pursuit. Amy was getting fat, and accepting her lifestyle endorsed that. During the binge where she first realized that she wanted her stomach stuffed to the brim, she had used three Uber Eats gift cards to fund it. One from her mom, one from work, and one from her grandma. All on the same night. There were three - count em, three - brown paper bags on her desk, all of which she had thoroughly dug through and emptied. Each bag had contained one large burger, one small burger, fries, and a drink. EACH.She hadn't planned on eating all of it. But she had an especially angry hole in her stomach that evening, making her basically snatch the bags out of the hands of the deliverer. She had guzzled the small burger – three bites –licked her plush lips and snatched the second burger. In swift motions, she took a bite, took a huge swig of her drink and belched, all while gaming. Then repeat, then repeat. Mmph. Gluh. Ouurp. Mmph. Gluh. Ouuurp. But it hadn't satisfied her, not even after shoving the fries down her gullet. She craved more, and luckily, she had much more. She fisted the small burger into her mouth, giving a bit more attention to it this time. At this point, her gut had begun to spread into the open spaces under her shirt, ever so slightly pushing at the bottom of her bra, pushing her tits up. She hardly noticed, and instead guzzled the large burger, fries and drink. She had entered a state of pure ecstasy, and in a split decision decided to attack the final bag before the previous hit her stomach.Amy swept her long, black hair out of her face, swiftly tied it into a ponytail, and bit her lip before fitting the entire small burger into her mouth. Having it in there, filling every last bit of her face, cheeks puffed out and eyes watering, something inside of her lit up. MORE. Choking it down, she took the next burger. Chomping away at it, with every gargantuan bite, it seemed to push more food and drink into her rising stomach. With every swallow, it emerged further, pushing her back from her desk, tightening her waistband in a way that she couldn't have imagined would feel so good. She felt the strings of the pants slowly receding into the waistband as her gut grew ever further. It only made her want more inside of her.With one piece of burger left in her hand, she shoved it down her throat and fell back into her chair with a grunt, followed by an enourmous – OooooooouuuuurP! The chair lurched back as if she were a 200-pound sack of potatoes instead of a slightly chubby, five-foot-something 20-year-old woman. The wheels creaked, and she threw her hands towards her belly in order to massage the poor thing. It was still expanding, and she could still feel it, and it was heaven. Biting her lip firmly, tits thrust forward, back arched, Amy's gurgling gut finally stopped expanding. She gasped a sigh of half relief, half disappointment, fingering her gaping belly button and pulling her shirt down in a meek attempt of covering the monstrous thing. Letting her black hair down over her exposed, freckled shoulders, she grabbed her drink daintily and raised it to her sauce-covered mouth, taking in the fizzy goodness. She giggled as it sloshed into her stomach, and then began to pick away at the fries. She slid them down her gullet, sensually pushing them between her puckered lips with a single finger. She hardly chewed, as her jaw was sore from her gorging, so she simply packed them into the white, rising mountain sticking out from her midsection. Finally, she found the last fry, flung it back into her chair with a sigh of ecstasy, and let out one last thunderous burp. It wasn't laziness anymore. It wasn't just part of her lifestyle. Amy liked- no, loved- her new, gluttonous self. It was so... rebellious, almost, to sit on her throne, her fat gut rising and falling between her dainty fingers, her dishevelled hair thrown behind her while she let loose her gut from within her sweatpants and panted like a dog. Amy, the widening, burger-loving gamer girl, was becoming a glutton through and through....
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