Kallie Tell
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A Brownie too Far
🕑 Added 2024-10-02 00:03:42 +0000 UTCMorgan belched loudly then moaned, resting on hand on her protruding belly while the other reached back into the grease soaked pizza box to bring yet another pepperoni and sausage laden piece to her plump lips. She took two enormous bites, nearly finishing the slice, then moaned again, her chubby hand tracing gentle, soothing circles over her swollen gut.
Morgan had always been plump, but her recent eating has gotten out of control. She'd woken up a couple of months ago absolutely insatiable and had been giving into her urges ever since, it was like no amount of greasy food would quench her newly expanded appetite. Every morning she’d wake up, place her first fast food order of the day, and stuff herself silly with the previous night's chips and cookies she’d fallen asleep surrounded by until her multitude of bags arrived. She had developed a major sweet tooth and ordered from the nearby bakery in bulk, rationalizing that she was saving money by doing so. She gorged herself on the tooth numbingly sweet cinnamon and sweet rolls, dipping them into the extra order of cream cheese frosting she always added on the side. She crammed down cookies, blondies, and full trays of muffins, she ate entire cakes in one sitting and would finish off with an order of cupcakes for dessert.
She’d never acted like this before, but she also couldn't stop. She was like a woman possessed; the only thing she cared about was filling her chubby cheeks with greasy fast food burger and fries, bag after bag of thigh swelling snacks, and buttery rich, perfectly cooked confections. She filled herself to the point of bursting every night, falling into a near food coma as she attempted to digest the thousands of calories she was putting away on a daily basis.
The effect on her body had been as dramatic as it was immediate. She began to pack on weight quickly, her tummy bulging first past her tits and then into her lap when she sat, pooching and pooling in two distinct fatty rolls. Her cellulite covered thighs had expanded and began to ripple with fat whenever she waddled to the door to pick up her next delivery, the process of which was becoming more difficult as her fattened, wobbling gut got in the way when she bent over to grab the already greasy soaked bags. She’d piled on weight so fast she could hardly keep her balance, and her swelling gut and now ample rear end competed to wobble the most wildly, knocking into things in her narrow hallway as she waddled past.
Everything in her apartment was beginning to become a bit of a tight squeeze in fact. She'd completely stopped using her kitchen chairs after a humiliating incident where she'd eaten herself stuck, so stuffed she could hardly stand but so fat that she wasn't given the opportunity to try, bulging love handles pushing through the chairs back slats. She’d had to sit there till she digested enough to squirm her way out, then promised herself she'd only use the couch from now on. The innocent, once sturdy couch had become the new throne on which she gorged, and wear and tear began to set in quickly. She ignored the way the couch's wood creaked ominously whenever she plopped her fattening body onto it, but she couldn't ignore how low the dip where she sat was beginning to sag. She could barely heave herself off the couch anymore, and the concentrated effort it took to scooch her bloated form forward and push off, lifting her hanging double belly as she did so, was becoming more and more of a chore.
She still got dressed every day, and even her largest, comfiest clothes were struggling to confine her rounded body. She was currently wearing an old blouse that had become a crop top so tight the sleeves cut into her fatty arms and the hem clenched around the middle of her bloated gut, forming another roll. She was also crammed into her largest jeans, made skintight by the wobbling adipose beneath it that covered her widened ass. The pants were somehow buttoned underneath her monstrous gut, the struggling button barely visible over the hanging swell. The seemingly painted on clothes only added to the impression of Morgan’s weight problem, and she’d begun to look like the epitome of a fat, lazy, food addicted slob.
None of that was on her mind as she groaned and burped again, rubbing her stomach more aggressively now in an attempt to make room for the rest of her second pizza. She burped again, then again, the movement jostling her overfilled belly and making her throw her head back as she groaned lightly. Just three more slices to go. She reached in the box again, grabbed the largest remaining piece of the pizza she’d soaked with garlic butter sauce, and took a bite, her double chins wobbling as she chewed methodically. She was so full she could barely focus, and another burp forced its way out when she opened her mouth for yet another bite. She finished the reminder of the slice, dunking the crust in another layer of garlic butter before shoving it in her mouth. Two left. One hand remained on her impossibly protruding stomach which had swollen to such a degree that it was nearly entirely round, her double belly packed so tight its shape had changed and her fatty, bulging soft rolls had disappeared.
She reached for the next piece, moaning loudly as the effort of leaning over put undue pressure on her bloated middle. Morgan was breathing heavily now, so crammed full of food that even the task of sitting on the couch and eating another slice of pizza seemed herculean, and she was huffing and puffing like she’d just run a mile. She snagged the next piece, her chubby, crumb covered fingers grabbing the crust, then she reconsidered and grabbed the last piece as well. She stacked them on top of one another with the cheese and meat within and began to devour it, dipping the makeshift sandwich in garlic butter between each bite.
She finished and patted her gut contentedly, moaning as the firm slaps added even more pressure to its swell. She was so full she could barely lay back, much less heave herself into a standing position. The couch creaked in warning as she attempted to shift herself, the sudden movement forcing her to burp three times in a row. She covered her sauce smeared mouth with her hand just in time to burp again, much louder this time. I’m so full. She thought distractedly. I don’t think I’ve ever been this full.
She rubbed her gut for another few minutes, periodically groaning, moaning, and belching as she attempted to ease the growing pressure in her tight gut. Still breathing heavily, she allows her arms to fall to her side, pushed even further apart by the swell of her beach ball sized belly. Her left hand landed on the top of a plastic container and she attempted to look down to see what made the noise, unable to shift enough to see over her belly. She fumbled for the item then lifted it, realizing it was the bakery’s triple chocolate brownies she'd fallen asleep eating before she woke up and ordered pizza, breadstick, and wings. There was still one, ooey gooey, moist, caramel filled brownie in the box, and without thinking Morgan pried off the top.
Just one wouldn't hurt, she thought. I don't want it to go to waste. She lifted the brownie to her mouth and took an uncharacteristically small bite, her restraint stemming from the fact that she felt she may actually pop. All restraint however, fell away as the delectable brownies hit her tongue, and she began to eat the enormous square of chocolate faster and faster, oblivious to the way her gut had begun to push further and further over the top of her waistband. She was cramming the massive treat into her mouth now, moaning not at her fullness but at the incredible taste as she used one hand to fervently rub her ever swelling stomach.
She gulped down bite after bite, breathing even more heavily as she neared the end. Her face was covered in chocolate and alongside the earlier pizza and wing sauce she looked like a pig being porked up, force fed to ensure it produces plenty of fatty bacon. She crammed the last bite into her mouth triumphantly, eyes nearly rolling back at the flavor despite the fact she was well accustomed to it given that she’d eaten enough for four people. She began to chew laboriously, then swallowed. She closed her eyes and moaned, reaching to rub her gut, when suddenly a loud POP then a clacking sound startled her to attention. The button on her long suffering pants had finally exploded. The pressure was instantly relieved as her gut surged even further forward and she burped three times in relief. She was forced to spread her fattening thigh to allow her bulging gut to swell and hang between them, and she moaned and whimpered the whole time, certain she’d never eaten this much.
She reached for the pants button in vain, knowing her gut was far too swollen to allow her to pick it up from the floor where it had landed after its launch. She grabbed the underside of her belly with effort and gave it a shake, producing a few more burps. If I hadn't found that box my pants wouldn't have burst open, Morgan reasoned lazily. Just went a little over my limit. A brownie too far, she thinks, chuckling to herself as she slips into a deep sleep.
