And that's exactly what she planned to do.
Harper slowly opened her door and peeked into the hallway. The faint smell of coffee filled the air and mingled with the scent of eggs and sausage, which caused her stomach to let out another low growl. Her parents' door was slightly ajar, and she could faintly hear something playing on the television in their room punctuated by their talking.
Harper slowly tiptoed past her parent's door, pausing momentarily to glance inside their room and confirm they hadn't noticed her. They were both lying on their bed talking, the TV acting as nothing more than background noise to their conversation. Fortunately, neither of them seemed to react as Harper continued down the hallway towards the stairs that led downstairs.
The stairs creaked underfoot as she slowly made her way down, causing her to pause and listen for any reaction from her parents as her heart pounded in her chest. Harper's stomach let out a low growl as Harper continued down the stairs, her body obeying the command to move in an almost mechanical manner.
Her mouth felt dry, and her tongue was heavy in her mouth. She suddenly started to get really nervous that her parents would find her out. What would they think if they knew she was trying to gain weight? Would she end up fat anyway? Would they put her on a diet? Would they hold to their word of letting her live her life how she wanted?
She couldn't believe that she actually made it downstairs without being noticed. Harper's heart was pounding in her chest as she listened for any movement coming from upstairs as she opened up one of the cabinets and pulled out a large bowl.
She quickly cracked some eggs into the bowl before grabbing a package of bacon and sausage and threw them into a frying pan. She could smell the scent of the pork before it even hit the pan, and Harper let out a small moan as her stomach growled in anticipation. She couldn't help but be hungry at this point; her body was practically begging for food. Harper turned down the heat on the stove to cook both bacon and sausage at a slower pace, so they didn't get burnt before pulling out some waffles from their package and sticking them in the toaster.
When she was finally finished, she loaded everything onto a plate and admired her feast. There was probably enough food for four people, if not more, piled on her plate, but she wasn't intending on sharing any of it. She was so hungry. There was an entire package of bacon, an entire package of sausage, 4 waffles, 6 eggs, and 2 slices of toast, and it was all for her.
Harper sat down slowly at the table, her stomach growling loudly as she dove straight into her plate of breakfast. She knew she was going to get fat if she kept eating like this, but for some reason, it didn't seem to stop her from devouring every bite; if anything, it made her more eager to continue. Her stomach continued to growl as Harper picked up a piece of bacon with her fork and bit down into it hungrily.
It seemed so wrong that even though Harper knew what weight gain could lead to, she felt compelled by that desire without any hesitation. It was almost like an addiction, and Harper couldn't help but feel drawn in by the sense of pleasure that came with continuously eating more food.
She was only halfway through her breakfast when she started feeling full, but that just made her more eager to continue eating. She was desperate to feel herself get fatter and have her belly expand from the food she consumed. She never thought she would be in a situation where she would deliberately try to gain weight, but here she was, doing just that.
She loved the feeling of being stuffed and wanted to push her stomach to its limits. She wanted to feel it stretching as she continued to eat until she was as fat as she could be. And the feeling of taboo excitement only brought her further into her binge.
Harper was so distracted by her food that she didn't notice that her mother was coming down the stairs until she heard the soft clunk of her stepping on a loose board. She glanced up as her mother entered the kitchen, the food on her fork just touching her lips.
"Good morning," Her mother said pleasantly as she walked towards the fridge, "I thought I heard you making something, though I didn't realize you were making yourself a feast."
Harper glanced at the food still on her plate. It didn't look nearly as full as when she had started, but it was still more than most people would eat in a sitting.
"Yeah, I guess I was a bit hungry this morning," Harper said, taking another bite of waffle.
"I did notice that the snack cupboard was getting a bit empty this morning, so I'm going to have to run to the store today," her mother said, pulling out the milk and pouring herself a glass as she grabbed a single cookie from the snack cupboard, "Was there anything, in particular, you wanted me to grab?"
Harper bit her lip before shaking her head. Her mother smiled, "Alright, well, I'll make sure to really stock it up since you seem to have developed quite the sweet tooth lately. I'll keep the cupboard stocked, but if you keep eating like you did last night, you'll end up fat, but that will be your problem, not mine. If you want to enjoy the snacks and get fat, that's your choice."
Harper felt her face turning red as she took another bite of bacon. Even though she'd cleaned up the wrappers, it probably hadn't been hard for her mother to notice that the cupboard was suddenly much emptier than the day before. However, this brought up an interesting idea. It really did seem that her mother wouldn't stop her if she started to get fat, though she would have to see if that hypothesis held as she started to gain weight.
Harper watched her mother leave the kitchen before resuming her meal. Harper finished her meal and got up to take her plate to the sink. Her stomach felt heavy and bloated and stuck out noticeably as she glanced down at it. However, despite how full she was feeling, she wanted more.
She opened the snack cupboard and licked her lips as her eyes scanned the contents. Harper spent the next few hours just eating. She couldn't get enough food, and she was growing more ravenous with every passing minute. She ate so many snacks from the snack cupboard that they were all gone by the time her mother left for the store. Her stomach felt heavy and bloated as it swayed back and forth with each step she took as she returned to her room to get ready for the day.
Harper stripped off her clothes and stepped in front of the mirror in her room to examine herself in the mirror. Harper's body looked mostly unchanged save for her belly. It was round and stretched from food, making her look like she was four months pregnant. Harper felt her heart beating quickly in her chest as she looked at herself in the mirror. This wasn't a weight gain goal that she could just give up on; this was an addiction. And she couldn't help but feel excited about how her body looked. She couldn't wait until she was this big with an empty stomach. She couldn't wait to see what she looked like as she got fatter and fatter.
Harper stepped into the bathroom attached to her bedroom and cleaned up, though she spent most of her shower admiring her belly as she rubbed the tight skin. It felt so weird to be this bloated, but so good. She found herself drinking the water as it came out of the showerhead, watching her belly bloat bigger and bigger with each mouthful she swallowed. Her skin, already painfully tight, felt like it was getting close to tearing as she continued to fill her belly, but that was what she wanted. She didn't know why, but she was getting so excited at the thought of getting fatter.
The warm water felt so soothing on her skin as it gently flowed over her bloated belly. Harper giggled as the water ran down her throat and into her belly, causing her to feel even heavier and more full. She felt so stuffed as she continued to fill up with water, though she wished that it had been something more substantial, such as food.
Harper felt like she was a balloon, a balloon that was close to its bursting point, but she couldn't stop herself. She wanted to push her body to the limits. She wanted to see how big she could get as she watched her belly continuing to swell. Harper's stomach was stretching from the water. As she swallowed more water, she could feel her skin getting tighter and more stretched, but this just made her want to fill up with even more water.
Her skin was starting to turn red from the pressure, but she didn't stop. The weight of her belly was becoming noticeable, and she could feel it pulling on her back, making it ache as she reached out with her hand to grab the showerhead.
Harper's body felt so tingly from the water, but she wished that she could feel this way but instead of from the water, she wanted to feel it from eating a bunch of food. She wished she could fill up her belly so much that her skin would tear as she rubbed her belly. This hunger was so deeply embedded into her brain that she couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of getting bigger.
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