Food was becoming almost as big a problem as clothes. I felt hungry all the time. My meal plan covered the major meals, but I was still buying a lot of food to get me through the rest of the day. I kept food beside my bed because I would often wake up with hunger pains so intense I felt like I was gonna die.
Stepping on the scale showed that I was clearly gaining weight, but it wasn't the dreaded "Freshman Fifteen" or anything. In fact, turning to one side in the mirror, my figure was better than ever. My stomach was flatter, my hips were fuller and my boobs would soon be outgrowing the C-cup bra I just bought a few days ago. Plus the inch or so of skin peeking out from the bottoms of my shirt and jeans proved that I was definitely getting bigger.
The crazy hunger pains aside, I felt like I was in a dream come true. I could eat whatever I wanted and only grow bigger and sexier because of it.
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