The tension in the air was palpable, and Meg couldn’t take it anymore. She flung off her red hoodie and launched herself at the mass of food like a panther pouncing on its prey. She was ferocious. She tore open a pack of mini-doughnuts and greedily began cramming them into her mouth with two slender hands.
Meg owed her “good” figure to her mother, who, to her credit had done a good job keeping Meg’s appetite in check all these years. Meg ran a hand over her still trim body, leaving sticky food stains on her clothes from the sweetness on her fingers. She knew full-well this was the last time she’d feel her slender body and that she’d better kiss it goodbye, because it was certainly going to be gone in a few days. Right now, her tummy was flat, her legs were sleek with a respectable thigh gap, and her ass was tight and perky. The only things missing were her breasts, as Lauren of course reveled in pointing out. Soon that would change though; soon Meg would be much more full-figured, buxom, then she’d show Lauren.
Her tongue rejoiced with the wild influx of flavor that burst from everything she devoured. She was already done with the doughnuts and kept the food coming. She tipped half a packet of M&Ms into her mouth and chewed in ravenous ecstasy. Several chocolate bars disappeared in a matter of seconds. Muffins were eaten whole. Everything was washed down with a hearty swig of soda. Meg allowed little breaths and moans of pure pleasure to escape her mouth between hefty bites of whatever it was she was eating at the time. Cakes, cookies, gummies, whipped cream, it all entered Meg’s eagerly awaiting mouth. She felt almost as if she were in a dream. She’d fantasized about feeding herself up for so long and now it was finally happening. It was almost hard to believe, but her plan really had gone off without a hitch. She had all the food she could possibly want, at least for the time being, and she was more than prepared to consume it all. Gorging herself felt better than even her craziest fantasies might have suggested. She was incredibly aroused, but she had decided she would hold off on pleasuring herself for as long as she could. She was enjoying herself enough as it was and her other plans would work much better if she saved herself for them.
Meg had been so wrapped up in her thoughts she’d hardly noticed she was starting to feel pretty full. Apparently her appetite wasn’t quite what it used to be, but that wasn’t a problem, she’d soon have it back to its former glory. She continued her over indulgence in spite of her fatigue and growing stomach pain. The food was just too good and besides, she had to push her limits if she wanted to be the gluttonous pig she fantasized about becoming. She began to wonder how fat she would make herself. She definitely wanted to be plump, chubby even, but full-on fatness was rapidly becoming more appealing. What about glorious and fabled obesity? It all seemed possible to Meg now. Many doors of increasing width were open to her.
Meg managed to get through an entire box of flap jacks and brownies along with two and a half bags of sweets before she was completely stuffed to the gills, although she was practically forcing herself to eat by the end. She had to stop halfway through the third bag when she couldn’t physically bring herself to lift anymore food to her lips - the fatigue had taken over. It still tasted delicious and she wanted more, maybe if she had someone to feed her? No, she was getting ahead of herself. Still, she was far more than stuffed to capacity. In fact, she doubted she’d been even half as stuffed in her life. Her stomach protruded in a satisfying and extremely heavy bulge. She felt like a balloon that had been inflated to bursting point with heavy cream rather than air. A sense of pride and arousal washed over her. It was an amazing feeling even if her stomach did hurt.
She heaved herself to her feet and collapsed on her bed in much the same way a heavily pregnant woman would. Lying there, she rubbed her distended tummy in an attempt to nurse away some of the aching. She began to relax even against the strange combination of pain and pleasure she was experiencing. As she massaged her bloated belly, she decided to take a well-earned nap where she dreamed of eating herself into the beautiful, cuddly, butterball of a teenager she was always meant to be.
Meg continues to fatten herself like this for next few days:
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