This choice: Some time later, she goes downstairs for dinner. • Go Back... It was nearing 6pm and Olivia woke up in a slight haze. She found herself still in her chair by the computer, with a video she had just watched had ended. Near her side was a pile of candy wrappers. And in front of her was her belly, looking a little bigger than before. In fact it was peeking out of her clothes more than before, with her navel looking out.
While she noticed her belly looking a bit chunkier, what she didn't know was that her body looked a little bigger too. Not just fat within her figure, but she was slightly taller than before. In fact, she looked like she grew less than an inch. Between her height and weight, her clothes had shrunk within her figure slightly, as it dug into her a little more than usual.
She got out of her chair and walked out of her room, ready for a real meal. As she got out, she could hear fer father coming in the front door. He held numerous plastic bags, all labeled "Boston Market". The moment Olivia looked at her father bringing in the food, her mouth watered and her stomach growled.
The family of three had gathered together at the dining room table, as they prepared the food that filled up the center. There was so much food that it almost looked like it was a Thanksgiving feast; three big chickens, four bowls of spinach, four bowls of mashed potatoes with gravy to match the servings, three bowls of green beans, three bowls of mac and cheese, three bowls of special rice, and two big bags full of cornbread.
While her parents ate their servings normally, Olivia began to pig out like there was no tomorrow. Scoop, munch, cut, bite, over and over again. Everything she had began to go down her gullet. She was basically a porker at the table. But her folks weren't even bothered by it. It was like a normal occurrence to them.
After her parents were done, Olivia continued to scarf down the rest of the food, munching away the chicken all the way down to the bone. And as she ate, her belly pushed out further and further. She stopped to open her pants, which allowed more room for her belly to flow and more room for her to eat. And she wasn't planning on stopping.
Soon after, the table was covered with empty containers and food scraps that could hardly be called leftovers. About 1/3rd of the food was eaten by her parents, while the rest was gobbled down by this adolescent with an amazing appetite. She laid back in her seat, as her belly was pushed up against the table, stuffed from the meal she had.
And all Olivia could do was leave a loud BUUUUUURP in response.
As she hoisted her belly up and out from the table, she managed to move out of her seat. The weight seemed to go straight to her gut, as she seemed to lose her balance after eating such a hearty meal. But after a moment, she managed to walk upright. Even though her belly was blocking her lower view, she still managed to walk out without a problem.
Then she smelled something... Something chocolatey. She looked into the kitchen to see a small container that she missed. It was a container that held three brownies. She waddled over and grabbed the whole thing, her mindset fixated on eating again.
"I don't care if I burst," she thought to herself, "These brownies are mine!"
She was about to leave, but not before grabbing a pint of vanilla ice cream and the whipped cream. She made her way to her room, locking the door to make sure she wouldn't be bothered. As she sat on the bed, she opened up the pint of ice cream, revealing half a pint left inside. She scooped out the rest into the container of brownies, then shook up the whipped cream and immediately sprayed a small cream tower on top.
Then the porker pigged out again, devouring the chocolatey dessert like a hog. Piece by piece, drop after drop, the dessert was eaten away. As she ate, her belly growled and gurgled profusely, not as enthralled with the gluttony as she was.
As soon as she ate it, it was gone. All that was left inside was the remnants of ice cream and whipped cream, as she licked it all up, smearing it all over her chubby cheeks. She licked it all off, not wasting good food.
After all was said and done, Olivia belched one last time and passed out on her bed, her belly fully exposed and groaning from her meal. There's no telling how it was going to digest all of that...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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