As she opened her weary eyes she felt her soft hands grace the tender surface of her belly. It was pleasant, it gave her a feeling she had never felt prior.
The leanness and tightness of her once athletic figure had been dashed and thrown out. She was blubber. Her belly was like jell-o, she clutched it tightly; almost like a baby.
She ran her exploratory hands throughout her pleasant body. She was plump and her hands were eager. She felt new fat rolls around her joint and thighs. Her back had a thin, soft layer of fat encasing it.
The new rolls cascaded down the sides of her back, spilling into her shelf-like rear end. It was gracefully thrown about in her tight jeans as she walked to the fridge, her belly pouring through her shirt. The pants around her waist were painfully, but rewarding.
She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this so much, all this fat was so enjoyable. Yet it was strange, she felt almost sad about her self as she shoveled the family's food into her gullet. But with every passing bite she yearned for another.
It was a guilty, almost naughty feeling knowing she was doing something "bad".
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