Phoebe decided she wasn’t gaining any weight. At least, the scales hadn’t shown any change this morning. She was just that stuffed. Whew. That really was a belly. It was almost cute, in way. It seemed kind of sexy, in fact.
She ran a hand over it, feeling how stuffed it was. It was so round but so taut. She wished it was a softer bulge, like her breasts, all womanly curves. Wait. Did she just wish she had a soft, round belly?
Well, yeah, she did. And what’s wrong with that? She was healthy enough. She could afford to live a little. It wasn’t like Cole had mentioned her weight while she was stuffing her face, after all. She would like to see how it felt, too. She imagined having a layer of soft, smooth fat and a big swollen belly. And she pictured how it would jiggle when she masturbated, “like a bowl full of jelly”. She was stunned to realize that she was masturbating, right now! She was actually getting turned on by the thought of getting fat! And that did it. To hell with it, she was going to get fat. Now, Piper and Paige are out for the night. She’d get to eat as much as she wanted, if she could eat any more. But first she supposed she’d better at least tell Cole what she’d decided.
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