This choice: Janine manages to sneak past her, and into the kitchen | Go Back Chapter 12: Ghostly Gain (ID #1142447) an addition by: chaos ![View fearboy's Portfolio. [Online Now]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author Glotton had not come this far to get captured by some gothy future Ghostbuster. It was weird using this skinny human body, but she managed to crawl quickly from under the desk, right under the Ghostbuster’s nose. Keeping low, Glotton focused on her one mission in unlife, to eat and get bigger. Focused on filling that empty void, she rushed towards the kitchen on her hands and knees, leaving Kylie behind, none the wiser whom she had missed.
Glotton reached the kitchen and scrambled to her feet right away to grab the fridge in both arms in a loving hug. She really hoped that they hadn’t invented entire meals in pill form yet. Shoving big handfuls of food into her mouth and feeling her belly bloat out was one of the best part of eating. She was about to pull the fridge open and start her binge, but paused when she caught a good look at the body she had possessed in the refection off the fridge. Clothes, hair colour, glasses or even gender didn’t matter to Glotton, it was the portion of fat on her host. She grabbed her breasts, bouncing them in her palms and frowning at the lack of jiggle. They were big, but she was used to gigantic. Her hips were even worse; they weren’t even wide enough that they rubbed against the door frame when she entered a room. She took one look at her bubble butt and couldn’t look at it again. It was just too small!
“I need to fix this. I can’t stand being in something so…so…thin!” Glotton retched as she said that disgusting word. There was nothing worse then a body that didn’t bounce. This was no longer just about feeding her own supernatural hunger, it was also about making her host into the ideal woman. Fat, fat and even fatter.
“Hallelujah,” Glotton whispered as she opened the fridge and saw it crammed full of fatty, highly sugar food. The Ghostbusters had just gone shopping, getting the usual smorgasbord of junk food for Slimmer to last him a week. What would fill that snot ball for seven days would tied Glotton over for one meal. Salivating at all the high calorie foods before her. She grabbed a hamburger in each hand and started shoving them in her mouth. Glotton learned as her mouth overflowed with bun and ground beef that the human mouth wasn’t as stretchy as a ghosts mouth, but that was easily solved. Glotton had control of more then just Janine’s mind.
Slowly Janine’s jaw began to drop down, her mouth expanding wider until her maw had become one big hole. Then she started shoving the burgers in, getting four into her mouth before she started chewing. Saliva and bits of food prayed from her oversized mouth as she ate, but she only focused on getting that food down so she could get to more. She swallowed quickly, bulges as wide as her fist disappearing down her throat to form a growing potbelly. Glotton’s belly stated to make wet gurgling noises as it went to work digesting the food, only like Janine’s mouth, her metabolism had been altered too by the ghost. What would normally make her gain a pound was now going to make her grow ten pound and it was going to happen a hundred times faster. Glotton was not a patient ghost, she wanted her host to be as fat as fast as possible.
Six, ten, fifteen, twenty-three, the last hamburger was crammed into Glotton’s mouth and barely chewed before being swallowed, greasy, saliva and unchewed pieces of food trailed down her chin or rather chins. A new chin had started to sprout as well as another bra size, Janine’s shirt was straining to hold in her bigger, softer tits. All her clothes were getting tight and she would get them off, but that would mean she’d have to stop eating and she couldn’t do that
Onto more junk food, Glotton grabbed a whole cake and packed the whole thing into her mouth. Icing smeared over her ruby red lips as she pushed it all in. Groaning at the sweet taste, she greedily swallowed it down and moved onto more food before the cake had even fully reached her stomach. Ten pizzas from some of the greasiest restraints in New York sat at the bottom of the fridge. Glotton grabbed one, rolled it up like a cigarette and fed it into her mouth. Glotton didn’t even bother chewing this time, she just sucked the massive rolled up pizza down her throat and let her belly break it up. Speaking of her belly, Janine’s shirt had lost two buttons at the bottom as her belly had expanded over a foot out into a blob of fat. It would have been even bigger if Glotton hadn’t already digested half the food she had eaten. Her arms were getting flabbier and her cheeks were now full not just because she had food in them. A tear had formed in her dress as her hips grew wider and her booty expanded in all directions.
The pizzas were gone in less then a minute and by then Glotton’s full appetite had been awakened. She was done with her small appetizer and ready to really dig in. She started grabbing everything she could see and forcing it into her mouth, chewing it mindlessly and swallowing as fast as she could. She shovelled food in faster then her tongue could taste it. One second she thought she was eating fried chicken and then the next she felt a pie breaking apart in her expanded mouth. As she gorged herself her belly grew and her metabolism broke down the food faster turning it into fat for all over her body, but in particular her breasts, hips, stomach and ass. Her bra and shirt burst apart after eating her fourth hoggie, her now E-cup knockers bouncing free as she kept eating without giving them any concern.
Her dress didn’t make it three minutes into the binge. Ripping at the seams, Janine was left in only her panties, which were sucked into her ass crack as it grew bigger and bigger. Her creamy, smooth ass bounced with every inch of blubber added to it. The wobbly buns smacked together as she busily ate to her hearts contain. Her hips could barely keep up as her ass kept getting to be bigger, stretching out behind Glotton over a foot.
As Glotton guzzled down a cup of gravy, she stared into the fridge with a sad look. It was empty, how tragic. The real tragedy however was that Glotton was far from full and hadn’t even fully reached the body type she wanted.
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