"Mooooom~!" Wendy sang out joyfully, her thick sausage fingers pressing another boston cream donut between her full, lush lips. The filling gushed out and smeared her first fat dollop of a chin.
It was remarkable the speed with which the teenage girl had taken to her lifestyle. The instant she was free to do as she pleased, she let go of all inhibitions she'd ever held. 260 pounds shot up to 300- then 350, and so on. Wendy's pale, gelatinous flab surged out from her youthful frame in all directions as she dedicated herself to doing nothing at all but eating and eating, day in and day out, secure in the knowledge that her parents would dote on her. She'd quit school completely, quit showering, quit getting dressed once her shirt and pants were demolished- shredded into loose fabric by the avalanche of stretch mark covered blubber.
Wendy has also given up walking, willingly. She only ever waddled from place to place sometimes, and she made her parents help her. The tubby, naked teen was quite content sitting here fat cellulite ridden ass on her bed, planted in the deep depression left in the mattress by her 500 pound body.
That's right- Five hundred pounds, in just thirty days. Wendy had been eating so much unhealthy junk food that she packed on an average of ten pounds every day...which was truly staggering. The naked, barefoot, blob of a girl wasn't even that tall for her age. Which made her extreme obesity even more pronounced, as she overflowed her bed with glorious jiggly fat rolls, a sheet draped over her heavy sagging breasts to preserve something like modesty, her sprawling stomach covering the bottom well enough, oozing over her thick legs down to her calves, allowing her plump feet to stick out still. She was using her permanently full yet always being filled up belly as a table for a half eaten platter of donuts which she was continuously shovelling into her greedy little mouth like a pig, still more than a dozen left. There was also a half finished gallon of chocolate milk, which she took big swigs from.
After just a couple minutes, Wendy's bedroom door swung open, and in came her mother- weighing less than half than her daughter at over twice her age. Wendy's mother held a big tray full of something like a dozen Belgian waffles, with a heap of fried chicken stacked up on top. The whole thing was smothered in syrup.
"Oh, Finished already, sweetheart?" Wendy's mother asked.
"BBWUUOORRRP" answered the five hundred pound naked teenage girl, before she clumsily crammed another entire donut in her mouth- she then reached out with both arms towards the platter of chicken and waffles her mother held, making grabby hands for it.
The donuts were nothing but Wendy's post-second breakfast snack ...and the chicken and waffles were nothing but Wendy's pre-third breakfast snack. The young lady was a TRUE glutton, and getting worse every day.
"My goodness, you're getting faster, I'll need to hire help soon!" Wendy's mom joked as she handed off the platter. Wendy didn't take it as a joke though, as she buried her face directly in the syrupy mess of fried chicken like a pig eating from a troth. After a moment of gorging, she looked back up at her mom.
"Good- urp- idea! You haven't REALLY been keeping up with my-" Wendy cut herself off mid sentence as she tore through a hunk of fried chicken wrapped in a waffle, before picking up by saying "my healthy appetite. I need a whole TEAM of private chefs- bbbuurrrrrp- to keep ME satisfied!"
Wendy's mom looked nervous for a second- the prospect of paying for such a thing intimidated her...but one look at her gorgeous girl's beautiful body reminded her that it was all worth it.
"Well, if you feel like you need them. I'll talk to your father, sweetie- We'll make sure you have all the food you want!" Wendy's mom promised.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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