This choice: Beth can't resist having a snack... • Go Back... Beth found herself leaning in closer until her entire head was comfortably inside the refrigerator; the thing really was massive, with multiple shelved and sub-shelves that seemed to stretch back almost a metre. Whoever filled this thing up, they had certainly spent a lot money. It was like having a mini supermarket to hand. Unconsciously, Beth found herself reaching for something on the shelf; she didn't really even register that her hand was stretching out, grasping a nearby slice of thick, chocolatey cake and pulling it towards her.
"May as well...eat this..." Beth muttered. Part of her was a little confused about how the cake had ended up in her hand so quickly, but before she could really think about it any longer, she found herself biting into it. It tasted absolutely amazing; a thick, chocolate sponge with cream filling, tastier than any cake she had ever eaten before. As she went for a second bite, she was practically drooling. "Urgh...so good. What have they put in this stuff?"
Soon enough, the first slice of cake was demolished, and Beth was reaching for something else. She usually restricted her diet to salads and healthy foods, barely even touching sweets or chocolate, except as a rare treat, but now she found herself inexplicably drawn to them. She seized what appeared to be a fully prepped plate of chocolate eclairs and stuffed them into her mouth, one by one. They were so light and delicious, she ploughed through them in no time, practically swallowing them down in one bite.
Beth knew she should have stopped there, but instead, she sank to her knees and started rifling through the fridge for something else. She quickly settled on what appeared to be an entire row of hot dogs, and started gnawing through them. Everything tasted so good. She didn't even like hot dogs though. Why was she eating them now? It didn't matter. They were too good.
Unable to think clearly, Beth just kept stuffing herself. She wasn't even hungry, yet her stomach seemed to crave more and more. Had she been paying attention, she might have noticed that her normally flat, toned stomach was starting to bloat out considerably, filling her lap as she sat on the floor in front of the fridge, bulging and groaning with the vast amount of food she was consuming in such a short space of time...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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