For the first time in a long time, Janice awoke in the night hungry. Her night suit felt tighter than usual, she exited her dorm and moved towards the mess hall. Her jumpsuit made soft patting sounds as the rubber soles hit the cold metal floor. She relished in the slight constrictions in her suit as she moved. She had missed this feeling. Jan entered the mess hall alone and in the dark. She moved the memorized path to the FDS and swiped her card. It rejected, stating it didn't operate at this time of night. Her stomach grumbled. She pressed her hand above the card slot and swiped her card again. It worked. A plate of food materialized in the output port and Jan greedily grabbed it, placed her fat hips in the nearest chair and started to binge. This late night binge took her back. Back, of course, to the last time a FDS malfunctioned.
She had just graduated engineering school. She was on her first ensign job and found herself with lots of free time on the Calgri, a brand new vessel. In this time, she found ancient internet archives about women who purposefully mad themselves fat. She found them to be absolute goddesses. She wasn't attracted to them, but she found the idea of being so big and soft exhilarating. So when the FDS just happen to start malfunctioning afterwards she was beyond ecstatic at how much food she could get out of it. It allowed her to blimp up to her current size, but she wanted more. Much More. She was going to make the most of this.
She snapped back when she realized that the plate was empty. She placed in the plate return and swiped her card for another plate. It worked again and she devoured the second plate. Her stomach hurt slightly as she finished the plate. She unzipped her jumpsuit and let her stomach have some more room to grow. Her hands rubbed the dome of her stomach, but she had room for more. She shakily swiped for a third plate. She didn't bother sitting down, she just lowered herself and shoveled the food into her filling gullet. She somehow finished the plate, she barely slid it into the plate return. Jan stood and put a hand on her back like a pregnant woman, more than two days worth of rations rested in her belly.
Stuffing herself hadn't been easy, especially as the new girl on the Calgri. Most had never seen an overweight person before. They all stared and murmured to each other about it. The stares and murmurs became rude comments and a talk with the medical officer as Jan's weight had started piling on they didn't understand. She had never felt better. This is who she wanted to be. She wasn't just Janice the thin girly engineer, she was Janice: the womanly shaped engineer, but that was then, this was now.
The woman started shuffling back to her dorm, the cool air of the ship felt good against her taut skin, her exposed nipples stood up as she finally reach her room, the rush of cold air relaxed her and reminded her she was too big for her jumpsuit, which excited her. She crawled into her bed and slumped onto her back, he belly looming over her. Her hands helped her to sleep by gently rubbing her overstuffed tummy to aid in it's digestion.
"Oh to be fat..." she whispered to herself as she fell into sleep.
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