I had noticed that a feedback loop was starting to develop with me. The more I ate, the hungrier I became the long run and the more I would eat.
Standing nude before my large claw footed mirror I saw the changes in myself. I was definitely a pear of a girl, some belly but with great wide, lovely bottom. Such a creamy, smooth bottom. My skin had no stretch marks and for a girl my size I was remarkably bouncy. Superior blood I suppose.
I spun around and against my better judgement I found I enjoyed my new body. I looked less like some sort of scarlet woman and more like a proper mother. I could definitely see myself birthing a whole brood of fine, strapping children; cherubic boys and girls the lot.
And that was the crux of my other problem. Something about eating made me so . . . so . . . indecent. like a real scarlet woman.
I had a burning need inside me for companionship of the carnal kind. I badly wanted someone hung and large to grab my soft bosom, squeeze my wide round bottom and breed me like a stallion in heat.
Only that wasn't going to happen. Moral times notwithstanding I had my family's reputation to consider. And I wasn't sure I could stop eating, not with that insufferably cute Isabella to provide her divine pastries full of fattening, buttery sweet goodness.
I looked over to the tray of snacks I'd had for myself only to realize--with great horror--that it was empty. "I've already cleared three plates," I mumbled to myself. This wasn't good.
A rumble from my ample stomach confirmed the direness of my situation.
Defeated I sat down up on my bed, my ample rump spreading out all creamy and white. The air was exceptionally chilly and my little pink nubs were standing up.
I had a thought. I could have a servant bring up Bella here, or I could bring her up directly. She did have a wonderful heart shaped face. She had lovely little hips of herself when her old threadbare pants fell down a bit. She had lovely divine breasts when the heat of the kitchen made her sweat just a little.
I bit my lip and attempted to stop myself right there.
Two women together was not right, not right at all. Just like a fine girl like myself turning into a prized heifer; a fertile, hungry heifer in need of a gentle hand--
Stop it!
I would need some special attention after a long day and many, many more meals to go.
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