This choice: At last, Cindy is full… and in need of new clothes for the fat future she wants! • Go Back...Chapter #8Days Of Future Pounds. by: Unknown Cindy moaned in fullness, rubbing her immense food baby soothingly. You gathered all of the trash from the table onto a tray, disposing them at a nearby waste basket. The sheer number of food wrappers did escaped neither your notice nor your amazement. You walk back to the table your very stuffed girlfriend is seated in.
"Ready to leave?" you ask her. Part of you wants her to say no.
Cindy, however, nods weakly. Smiling, you offer her a hand. "C'mon—let's get you home."
Taking your hand, Cindy gingerly rose from the table, leaning on you as the two of you walked back to the car. She was smiling blissfully. You open the door for her, Cindy gratefully sliding into the passenger's seat. She continued to massage her belly, still swollen from her binge.
"Hey," she said as you sat down in the driver's seat, "can we go shopping, first? My clothes don't fit anymore."
The words sent chills down your spine. She's put on that much weight? you think ecstatically. You turned to face Cindy, smiling. "Sure."
"Oh, and you should probably know," Cindy began as you started the car. "Those clothes won't last a week. Not if I have anything to do about it."
You almost crash the car getting out of your parking spot upon hearing those words. "… What?"
"Have you seen the way I've been eating?" Cindy asked, rubbing her belly for emphasis. "I'll be too fat for them in a week, let alone the rest of the year."
You take a quiet breath, slowly backing out of the parking lot and heading for the road. "O-Okay," you stammer, trying oh-so-very hard to keep your excitement under control. "Are you… uh… doing this on… purpose?"
You see Cindy smile out of the corner of your eye. "What if I said yes?"
You gulp, trying to not lose control of the car. "I would ask… why?"
Cindy leaned back in her seat, stretching out her gut. She took a deep breath.
"Because I feel like this is the only way I can completely beat my anorexia."
A silence befell the car. Cindy didn't like to talk about her anorexia, so hearing her now was a bit jarring. You remained focused on the road, although all you wanted to do was hug your girlfriend.
Cindy continued. "I didn't want to get fat. I don't remember why, but I was just so afraid of it happening that I could barely think about anything else when I sat down for a meal. For years, I couldn't eat anything without thinking about just how many calories I was consuming. I… I couldn't enjoy food anymore. Eating became a chore for me.
"But… then, I got enrolled in that cooking class. There was a glitch in the system, and I couldn't transfer out for a week. But that was all it took. One week. Mr. Burns had me operate as the class taste-tester, since I didn't sign up for the class to begin with but I needed something to do. I didn't want to, at first, but then I saw the most delicious chocolate cake. And when I had a bite… mm-mm. And the next one was even better. And the next one. And the next one… I was so stuffed by the end of that first day, but I didn't care.
"Soon enough, I was the official class taste tester. And that's when the pounds started rolling in. It wasn't much, at first—I just had a bit of trouble buckling my belt. Then my shirts started riding up. Until, finally, I couldn't fit in my pants. And I had to go buy some new clothes last month. But I had acquired such a love for food… I couldn't just give it up. But my anorexia was still there, whispering to me that, eventually, I was going to become really, truly fat.
"And, yesterday, I decided that's exactly what I was going to do. I'm going to get fat to prove to myself that I won't let my anorexia rule my life."
You pulled into the mall, not saying a word. Parking the car, you turn to face your girlfriend. She straightened her chair and looked back at you.
"How fat do you think you'll get?" you ask. "Within the next month, I mean."
Cindy smiled. "Very fat."
"Then let's get you something with a bit more stretch."
***
"What do you think?" Cindy asked.
You looked up from your phone to see Cindy in a black-and-white striped turtleneck that exemplified her curves and bulges and a pair of large, hip-hugging jeans.
"Stunning," you reply, "though I can't wait to see you grow out of them."
Cindy placed her hands on her hips. "Why, Tyler," she said playfully, "I'd almost think that you want me to get fatter?"
You smile. "Why else would I pay for these?" you answer, gesturing to a pile of large jeans, T-shirts, sweaters, turtlenecks, khakis, and stretch pants.
Smiling, Cindy kissed you on the cheek. At that moment, her stomach rumbled.
"Speaking of which," you say, patting Cindy's bulging belly, "I think someone's hungry."
Cindy's smile took a seductive turn. "Starving."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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