I began heaving myself down the ladder when it dawned on me that something was different. I was having a bit of trouble and quickly found myself out of breath. Was I... heavier? I caught my breath for a minute at the bottom of the ladder before I decided to give myself a good old inspecting. My hand groped around under my shirt and sure enough there was a little more of me. Specifically: a chubby tummy. I quickly found a mirror in the hall and inspected the fallout. It wasn't a spectacular difference but it was definitely noticeable, my face was a little plumper but the real give away was my belly. Before my trip through time you could see my ribs, now I looked like I was a few weeks pregnant. What exactly have I done?
I entered the kitchen and to my dismay my mother was as slim as ever, although there was something a little sexy about seeing her baking cookies in an apron.
"Like I said Jack," she continued baking without turning to me, "You know I can't bring your lunch up to you in the attic. My allergies have been terrible this season and the dust would send me over the edge."
"Oh uh," I tried to navigate the situation blindly, "that's alright Mom! Lunch smells great by the way. What's the occassion?"
"Occassion?" Mom turned to me with the finished tray of cookies and a bemused smile, "the occassion is lunch, just like every other day!"
I wanted to ask her more questions but I found that I was indeed extremely hungry. Unnaturally hungry even, like a feeling of starvation mixed with a little bit of... arousal? I took my seat at the table and as Mom planted the massive plate of cookies in front of me I could feel myself getting a semi.
"My!" my Mother marvelled at how I gorged myself baked goods fuelled my a mixture of hunger and horniness, "You really did inherit your mother's passion for food!!"
I stuffed another handful of cookies into my greedy mouth. Oh god, had the week I spent with Mom showing her the joy of eating somehow influenced how *I* developed? Had Inaccidentally set up a chain of events where I eventually developed a food fetish? I had to figure out how this had happened, but first:
"Mom!" I barked through a mouthful of cookies, "Cream please!"
As she poured cream into my mouth I found myself too horny to think straight. First thing's first, after lunch I was gonna get myself a tub of ice cream, head to my room and have a massive wank to relieve this pressure. Then to figure out my next step, before I ended up the size of a house.
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