She shrugged her shoulders, and continued to tuck into the feast. As her mother passed her the last chocolate bar, she was gasping for breath, but she managed to cram it in, chew, and then lie back on her bed. Her pants were struggling to contain her jiggling belly. She licked her chocolate-covered lips as she slowly drifted off to sleep, her hands – and her mothers – slowly rubbing her soft stomach, kneeding in the food as it rapidly turned into fat.
Some glorious smells woke her up a few hours later. She struggled to get out of bed, and waddled out of her room into the kitchen. Her stomach was rumbling, and strangely enough, despite her feast, she was starving; she looked at the clock in the hall to find that just three hours had passed. That wasn't right; where the flowers had been this morning, there was a bowl full of doughnuts. They looked so tempting, she couldn't help put eat one; it exploded in her mouth like a puff-ball of sugar, and she grabbed another one as she headed into the kitchen. The table was set for one, and her mother was frantically moving around between the microwave, grill and oven; the smells were amazing.
“Sit down, dear, I'll serve you now!”, Wendy's mother said.
Wendy sat down at the table, and grabbed a knife and fork; dropped in front of her was a tray filled with sausages, which she speared with her fork and shoved into her mouth; grease ran down her face – past her rapidly developing double chin, and down onto her already messy top. Five, six, seven, eight, all went into her mouth one after the other, each tasting better somehow than the last. There were still three left on the plate when her mother snatched it away, and she quickly forked one more. She felt a tearing sound as the seat of her pants began to gave way.
Placed in their stead was another platter, filled with cheeseburgers, all huge and loaded with toppings – onion rings, hash browns, but without even the slightest trace of salad. Wendy struggled to get her hands around the first of them, and struggled even harder to get it into her waiting mouth; there was an eruption of fat and grease, spattering across the table, as she took the first bite. And there were five of them to finish. She gulped and gasped her way through the first one, then reached down for the second, chewing and chomping the greasy meat down her throat. Once again, the plate was taken away before she had quite finished – she reached down and grabbed the fourth burger, hastily beginning to cram it into her mouth. She gasped a deep breath, and a button flew off her top, exposing more of her stomach.
Hot dogs! Two dozen of them! Loaded with onions and mustard. These went in one at a time, and she was almost able to slide them into her mouth. A little voice at the back of her head was telling her that she had eaten enough, to stop, but a louder voice from her greedy belly demanded more, More, MORE! Ten, twelve, fourteen; she had one hot dog in each hand now, but again they were taken from her before she was quite finished. The waistline of her pants gave out, and her stomach began to roll across her lap.
Placed in front of her now was a huge blancmange, made of chocolate, almost eight inches high and about as wide; it was about as big as her head. With a spoon almost as big as a ladle in her hand, she tucked in, shovelling the chocolate into her mouth in huge gulps, traces running down her chin, sliding down the grease from the previous courses. Wendy barely stopped to breathe, not wanting this to be taken away before she had finished, and she attacked it vigourously, while her stomach continued its march forward. Finally, she dropped the spoon into the bowl, hearing it clatter against the bottom, and sat back on her chair, gasping for breath. She held her newly-enlarged stomach in her hands, moaning slightly.
“You go and have a lie down, Wendy.”
She needed no further encouragement, and staggered back into her room. The doughnuts didn't tempt her this time, and she only had one on her way back to her bed. Running through her mind was a sense of triumph at having eaten so much, and other thought of just how big she was going to get if she kept on eating like this. She pushed open the door of her room – and found a tray of cupcakes waiting on her bedside table, calling to her...
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