She smiled as she examined her body. She couldn't' deny that the thought of getting fat was very appealing. She wanted to see what she'd look like with another 15 lbs on her. Or 20. Or 50. That was when she decided that now it wasn't just about eating. It was about getting fat. She didn't care what her mother thought.
The next day, she found herself craving lots of food again. She didn't really have any control over it. When she looked at herself in the mirror after a meal, she was totally blown away by how much she had put on. She had become the pudgy girl she had always wanted to be.
The next day found Fumiko eating a large breakfast and having a very large lunch, almost as big as the dinner she had the day before. She was already worried about what she was going to be eating the next day, but she couldn't help it. She was like an addict. She needed to continue to eat and she was going to, regardless of what her mother said.
She couldn't stop herself. Every time she looked in the mirror, she was amazed at how much she had put on. She wasn't very heavy compared to some of the other girls in her classes. She was actually on the thinner side for her age, but she was still significantly heavier than she had ever been before.
As the days went on, Fumiko found her clothes getting tighter and tighter, though she still hadn't really crossed the line into chubby territory yet, she definitely was getting closer. Every day she found herself a little bit hungrier than the day before. And every day she ate more than the one before. The snacks in the cupboard had changed from healthy to fattening, and her mother seemed determined to keep her fed.
Eventually, she reached the point where she considered herself chubby. Her belly was noticeably round, even when she hadn't eaten anything. Her face was starting to look rounder, and her chest was starting to bud slightly. Her hips were a little wider as were her thighs.
She'd become the girl she'd always wanted to be and she couldn't be happier. She'd started by just stuffing herself, but she couldn't stop herself from eating more and more every day. She was growing larger and larger in both body and appetite, though she couldn't even finish half of what her mother set in front of her yet.
What had started off as Fumiko wanting more freedom had changed into a desire to get fat on purpose. She was eating out of control. She knew she'd end up getting fatter if she continued, but she couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to stop herself. She was eating every chance she got as it made her feel so good.
One night, she couldn't stop herself from snatching a whole cake from the kitchen, eating it all once she got back to her room. Once she was back on her bed, she threw herself onto her back and stared at her ceiling, feeling her belly swell around her. She thought about her mother's reaction when she finally pushed the limit and became too fat for her to ignore. Would she make her stop and take it all back? Or would she continue to let her get fatter?
She figured her mother would do something about it, but she'd probably enjoy as much of it as she could before she did. She had no intention of stopping, no matter what her mother said. Her body felt amazing, and she wasn't about to let her mother ruin it.
She rolled over and rubbed her belly, feeling her softness under her hands. She knew she was going to get far fatter. She wasn't about to stop as this felt so good. It had been worth every bite. She wanted to do this forever. All she had to do was keep eating.
The next morning as Fumiko came down for breakfast, she noticed that her mom had prepared a massive breakfast. She was in the process of eating it all as she sat at the table. It seemed like every time Fumiko ate, the next day, her mother was determined to feed her more.
In Fumiko's eyes, it didn't matter if she was snacking as she played video games or eating a large breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Everything she put in her mouth was delicious. She found herself wanting to eat more and more, and any sense of fullness was lost.
However, this morning Fumiko had noticed that her shirt was no longer covering her belly as it began to peak out above her stretched pajama bottoms. She just couldn't hide her belly anymore. She'd put on too much weight, and she found herself growing more excited by the minute. Still, she knew that she'd need new clothes soon.
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