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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Erotica · #2040158
Karina Quinn falls under Arabian Delights Bakery's spell, can she control her appetite?
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Karina's self-control holds firm

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Karina slept soundly that night. It was a point of pride to her that she could maintain control when she was presented with chances to give in to her body's yearning. It's what separated her from... well, not other fat people, because Karina didn't dislike obesity. It's what separated her from other people's perception of her. It was having other people view her one way, and being able to prove to them how wrong they were, that's where the pride manifested.

So, Karina was settled and pleased that she stopped at one slice after that dinner. She didn't even give it a second thought the next day, until she returned home from work. The trouble with temptation is that resisting it once isn't enough. Resisting it over and over again is fine, but the objection of temptation remains. Each night Karina would return home from work, or from out seeing her friends, or from a little light shopping, and find her kitchen heaving with delicious baked goods. The smells, they were what hit her when she first entered her apartment. For a few days she reluctantly kept herself to just a single slice of cake, or a single donut, every day. Eating a little extra for each meal gave her the incentive to say she didn't need that second piece, one was enough.

But as is always the way, once that one bad day rolls around, all the best plans can fall apart. Work was a nightmare, her friend cancelled on a drinks night that she'd been looking forward to, she received an unexpected bill... little things that didn't matter too much in isolation. When they all come together on the same day though, any person can crack.

Karina had survived her horror day mostly intact but when she got into bed she just didn't want to sleep. She was mad at how people in her life had treated her, she knew in her heart she was better than that. She turned on her side and pouted and thought about how to make the best of a new day tomorrow. Her thoughts turned to food as her stomach roared at her, and Karina detected the smell of the cakes wafting from her fridge.

She stepped out of bed, trying to be silent and discrete, as if that made a difference. As a teenager she was a huge midnight snacker, before she learned to have better control. She had brief reminiscences of those years of her life, when the weight gain was rapid and the doctors and her parents' concerns were most obvious. She remembered being doted on a lot as she fought with the hormonal problems.

The hunger that had defined her roared and snapped inside her. Karina removed a box from the fridge, huge apple danishes, iced thickly and coated in cream. Just staring at the treat in the pale moonlight gave Karina cause to think about all the things she usually denied herself. Her full appetite was monstrous, she had always known, but it had been so long since she had been even close to reaching those levels. She imagined huge tables groaning with the weight of food, and her at the head, pouring great bowls and plates directly into her body.

As the visions intensified in her mind Karina's hands got to work. She grabbed at the danishes and pushed them into her deeply groaning mouth. The tastes were intoxicating. Her gluttony unbound she finished off the box in the space of minutes and set upon the next. Images in her brain played on loop of her as the belly dancer on the Arabian Delights van, swaying her wide hips before a baying audience, men and women alike staring lustily at her as she moved her huge gut before them, shouting out compliments and offers, promising her a hedonistic life of luxury. For a brief moment Karina was that belly dancer, symbol of Arabian Delights, literally filling herself up with their products.

And just like that, in the middle of the reverie, Karina was snapped awake. The box was empty. It had contained easily 20 of the pastries, and should have lasted her weeks. Instead it had disappeared in a few weak minutes. Karina quickly stood up and stared at the empty box, before throwing it out of sight, trying to trick herself into believing the events had not happened.

She returned to bed, a little stunned by her exploits. The treats had unlocked something in her mind, something she fervently wished she could shut out. Lingering images remained, overlaying her own face and body with that of the belly dancer she had seen, and Karina worried about exactly what unbidden desires would be in her mind come the morning.

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1. Karina has a similar experience the next day

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