Martha put down the bag of chips, her eating craze finally over. She finally laid down on her bed to rest, soon finding herself drifting off to sleep...
The next morning, Martha awoke, resting her hand on her stomach. It was then she realised something was dreadfully wrong.
Martha ran over to the mirror next to the shelve of old books, nearly knocking over a table with a strange, alien lava lamp with her new girth.
She knew she had been eating compulsively for a week, and she knew it was showing. She was wearing the largest clothes she had in her wardrobe.
When she made it to the mirror, what she saw shocked even her. She had gained 50 pounds, and each and every one of those was plainly visible.
Her diet had certainly gone quite pear shaped. Literally.
Her breasts and upper body looked much pudgier, but her derriere, thighs and lower belly had become expansive, wide and luxurious.
Martha didn't mind the weight, with the Doctor not interested in her romantically, the only problem with gaining weight was the effects on her health, which she knew about full well, as a medical student, and soon to be actual doctor. But then again, if she ate all the right foods, lots of fruit and vegetables, she could become both fat quite reasonably healthy.
Martha quickly pushed these thoughts to the back of her head, but then thought about them again for a moment.
With the Doctor completely oblivious and uninterested, why not indulge herself a little more?
She rubbed her belly in thought.
And then, she thought, maybe he might even become interested...
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