Luckily no one was in the kitchen either, it was a nice little break for her and she took her time sitting down and relaxing, although making sure not to relax too much for fear of letting out another toot. "What would hit the spot right now," she thought as she rested her chin on her hand as she looked at the refrigerator. She suddenly got a strange hankering and decided "Why do I have to choose?"
She opened the refrigerator and found half a birthday cake from a party yesterday still sitting there. She didn't even stop to think about it as she took the entire thing out and placed it on the table. But this wasn't enough for her, she got a hankering for ham, and turkey, and mustard and relish and all sorts of other toppings. She kept grabbing items and didn't even notice that while her hands were busy grabbing food her mouth had a bottle of soda in it and she was attempting to chug it without the use of her fingers. Finally she got everything on the table and looked at it all and though, "Well... I'll just pick and choose little bits of it until I'm full."
She acted very pretentious and important, as she always does, as she reached down and took a bit of the cake on her finger and licked it off. The moment the frosting hit her lips she was gone, lost in a pleasant fantasy about food. She dug her hands into the cake and started slathering it across her face, chewing it down as frosting covered her cheeks, clumps of it falling to the ground. She kept reaching for one handfull of cake after another with one arm while the other reached over and grabbed slabs of ham and dunked them in mustard and started shoving them into his mouth, many times at the same moment as the cake.
She felt her skintight pants start to tear as her butt began to expand. Her breast slowly grew larger until a tear started to form up her back. She kept eating and eating, cake covering her ever rounding cheeks as she snorted like the pig she was acting like, and she continued until she finally finished off all the food she had gathered. She layed back and patted her stomach, which sounded like a ripe watermelon and looked like an inflated beach ball it was so rounded with fat. The moment she slapped it a jiggle went across her fat and it caused her pants and top to burst off in one moment. She was left there in just her extremely tight bra and panties as she-
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