Wendy was ravenous. Her appetite had become insatiable. She started grabbing and eating food with out even thought. Eating had become so automatic for her. Her mother kept bringing more and more food to her at the table and Wendy kept putting it away in to her gut. The past month had gone by in such a blur. Wendy currently sat at the table wearing a tank top 4 sizes too small. The extra 100 pounds didn't help out the wardrobe situation the plump girl had. Now at a bursting 260 lbs not much fit Wendy. Her pale white belly hung wildly out of her tank top and rested on her tree trunk thighs. Her thick meaty arms wobbled as she brought her hand to and from her mouth. Her swelled boobs hung freely in her tight tank, stretching the fabric.
Although the initial pleasure of eating beyond her bounds was past her, Wendy still loved to pack it away. During her breakfast, while she was consuming a tower of donuts, she remembered what she like so much about them. It was not just the fact that they were sugary and filled her growing stomach, it was how each one was unique and had their own texture and flavor, and not to mention delicious.
Wendy decided to slow down on the pork fest and start enjoying the flavor of all the junk food she was now surrounded with.
Wendy stopped to take a breath. She looked down at her expanded form. Her belly was so much bigger than she remembered it when she was only 160lbs. She didn't mind her new girth, and maybe, just maybe she enjoyed it.
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