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Lydia Loses Control Pt.2- A Queen's Binge “Holy - booooooourp! - shit, I haven't been this drunk since college!” Penelope watched gleefully as her petite boss slammed back just her second beer… clearly, she didn't go out partying all too often. The typically up-tight woman was wasted, and the two of them hadn't even ordered their food yet. It had been two weeks since Lydia had started “tasting” Penelope’s baking, and it was starting to become noticeable just how much she had been overindulging. Her hips were wider, squeezed tightly into her black skirt, her ass jiggling as she walked. Her tits were perkier, pressing up against the buttons of her shirt, slightly peeking out. Her face was slightly plumper, and her belly had an added layer of fluff. She was far from fat, but she was no longer skin and bones. Her extra small outfits were no longer able to contain her expanding frame. Lydia had her hair down, which Penelope still couldn't believe was as beautiful as it was. It swayed as she bobbed her head, slightly curved inwards around her nape and resting gently on her collarbone. Her brown eyes were glassy from her drunkenness, and her usual intensity was replaced by an aura of aloofness. Penelope was thrilled to see that her boss was already showing signs of losing control. The waiter noticed the two ladies sitting with their menus closed and made his way over. “Can I take your orders, or do you need a little more time?” He asked politely. Lydia swung her head to look at him. “Yesh - I mean, yes, I’ll just have the cob salad-” Penelope cut her off. This was the moment she had been waiting for. “Well, you know about the Queen Bee Challenge, don't you boss?” She asked slyly. Lydia looked at her, confused, so Penelope elaborated. “The Queen Bee Pizza? It’s huge and spicy with tons of toppings, drizzled with honey. That's where it gets the name. Anyways, if you eat all of what they bring you, the meal is free!” There was a glimmer in Lydia’s eyes for a moment, but she shook her head. “I don't think that would be wise, Penelope. We have to be back at the office in an hour, and it’s entirely - hic - too much pizza for me either way.” Lydia insisted. However, Penelope leaned in, whispering to her drunk boss. “Come on… we both know that you can pack it away. I'll even help you. What’s a pizza between two friends? Nobody has to know. Let loose a little.” Lydia furrowed her brow, pondering the invitation to pig out. The dealbreaker, however, was that whenever she was drunk, Lydia had a special weakness for pizza. She had told this to Penelope, who had in turn orchestrated the entire situation. So, unsurprisingly for Penelope, her boss shrugged and looked back up at the waiter. “Screw it! Lay it on us!”– HOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPP!!! BAURP!! URP- BRAAAAAPPP! hic- UUURP! Lydia was thrown back into her seat by her enormous belch, her hands covered in honey and cheese. Her face was a complete mess, as was her button-up. There were sausage bits resting on her thighs and on top of her cleavage, and on the table in front of her was an empty pizza pan. “I can't believe - hurp - we ate that entire thing!” Realistically, Lydia had devoured most of the pizza. Penelope had been shocked by her ability to fold two slides together, roll them up into a cylindrical shape and greasily glide them into her small mouth and down into her gut. She ate in a flurry of burps, hiccups and grunts, food flying in all directions in her wake. It was a true display of gluttony, and Penelope had a front-row seat. Lydia lazily wiped her hands on her napkin, which directed Penelope's attention towards her boss's bulging belly. It was inflating slowly out from under the table, gently spreading Lydia’s legs as it fought to make room for itself. It was still mostly trapped under her taut skirt, but the top of it was spilling around her waistband. Her slob of a boss finished wiping herself off and began to lean forward, stomach groaning as she did so. “Well, Penelope… that was fun, but I think it’s time that we head back to the office…” Lydia mumbled. Penelope was sad to see the binge end but knew that she was right. PLUNK! Both women were surprised by the waiter, who slapped another full pizza on the table… except this one was even bigger. “Um, you've got the wrong table, I think.” Penelope said nervously. The waiter checked his notes. “You’re the Queen Bee Challenge?” “Well, yes but we already finished ours.” “Ma’am, the challenge is to complete all five sizes of pizza. You just finished the small… you still have the medium, large, extra large and Queen size to go!” Both women turned pale. “So what if…” Lydia tentatively replied, not really wanting to hear the answer, “... what if we don't eat them all?” The waiter grimaced, clearly aware that the women didn't know what they had signed themselves up for. “You… have to pay for all of it, ma’am. 350 dollars… each.” The two women looked at each other. The concept of Lydia having any more food was comical, seeing as her belly was bloated to the size of a soccer ball. Penelope had not wanted to show it, but the two slices she had eaten were sitting heavy in her stomach, which was pressed tightly against her waistband. She reluctantly began digging for her wallet, but to her surprise, Lydia stopped her. “Deal! Lay it on us!” The bulging boss declared. Penelope choked on her words. “Boss is that really… I mean you can’t possibly-” She began. “I don't want to hear it! Shut up and - hicoooouuuurrrppp! - eat up… that's an order!” Lydia demanded with gusto, ripping a belch before grabbing three slices of greasy pizza and cramming them into her mouth. Penelope reluctantly took a slice of her own, and the waiter saw his cue and rushed to deliver the three other pizzas. Lydia simply gorged herself. She leaned forward onto the table with her elbows, snatching and stuffing any slice that happened to be in front of her. Long strands of cheese were strung along her thighs, and toppings rested on her expanding cleavage. She burped like a foghorn, hardly taking time to excuse herself before she dug back in. Her fingers became slick with grease, and her face was littered with crumbs. Penelope tried to pitch in when she could, eating two slices per pizza, but her boss was simply guzzling the fatty meal. After the first pizza, Lydia shoved the pan aside and began pigging out on the large without hesitation. She had four slices at once, two per hand, and threw her head back to slide the folded food directly into her pie hole. Her throat reached maximum capacity, but Lydia didn't seem to care… Penelope was in awe over her apparent lack of gag reflex. Lydia stuck the tube of pizza into her mouth and used her palm to push it down, and it slowly descended into her gaping gullet. For a brief moment, her entire throat was full of pizza. Her belly only groaned louder the more she stuffed into it. After the extra-large, her enlarged gut had fully emerged out from under her button-up, the extent of her bloating clear as day. She huffed and puffed, her overblown stomach rising and falling as the final pizza was placed in front of her. Lydia reached behind her head and tied her sleek hair into a tight ponytail. She leaned forward, back arched, folded the entire pizza in half, and then rolled it up like a huge newspaper. Then, without warning, she crammed the entire spicy pizza between her red lips and began to slide it down her throat. Inch by inch, the engorged woman deposited the cylinder of dough and cheese directly down her slim neck, which bulged like a boa constrictor. Penelope watched in shock as her boss threw her head back and used both hands to lower it into herself, her stomach lurching forward and beginning to inflate with every gulp. It began to press firmly against her shirt, and eventually burst the bottom three buttons. Bang! Bang! Bang! Finally, with her entire face caked with grease, the brunette dropped heavily into her seat, trying to cover her mouth but nonetheless released a rumbling- BHU- OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!! Penelope sat back as well, quite full herself. Her boss, however, was stuffed as tight as a thanksgiving turkey. She allowed her hair to spill back over her messy face, taking quick, sharp breaths as she moved. Then, both of her hands fell to her belly, and Penelope watched as Lydia literally shook the burps out of it. In a series of belches and groans, her gut deflated just a little… only to be re-filled with the stream of pizza still descending down her throat. “How…” Penelope asked in wonder, “...did you do that?” Her boss gave her a drunken smile and shrugged, unleashing another- BRRRAAAAAPPP! “Well… if I - hic - have to be honest, I'm actually quite - HOURP!- good at this thing. I used to be - HURP - OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPP! - a competitive eater.” Ooooohhhhh… Penelope thought to herself. That makes sense. “I don't know why I gave it up, it just didn't fit the lifestyle I wanted. The big suits don't like anything that looks like…” Lydia struggled to find the words before simply shaking her hefty gut and slapping her protruding ass. “Gotta keep the twins in between the buttons if you know what I mean.” Lydia continued, squeezing her tits together. Penelope bit her lip, trying to remember why she hated this woman. She was incredible! “Well… if you want to keep that old spark alive… which by the way, suits you quite well… we can keep these outings between us. Maybe even after hours? I still need some baking tests, so if you ever feel like indulging yourself… let me know?” Lydia pondered the offer, her sloppy hands leaving cheesy streaks along her taut, snow-white belly. Penelope couldn't help but love how fat her boss looked with her buttons burst… how gluttonous she looked with food covering her and her hair let loose across her face. She loved how Lydia was holding her gut like she was pregnant, soothing the growling, rotund blimp with soft strokes. Man, would it ever be nice to have somebody do that to Penelope own bloated stomach… Of course, she still hated Lydia. The goal was still to obtain ultimate revenge. But seeing the woman across from her, her gorgeous face almost hidden behind her giant belly, nearly overflowing from her overindulgence, made her think that the experience might have other benefits as well. “Sure, Penelope. I’ll - OOOOOUUUUURRRRRPP! - take you up on that.”...

Amy Splits Some Seams Pt.4-Chubby and Cream-FilledOOOUUUUUUURRRRP!! “More Kevin, more! I’m still so hungry!” Amy squealed in delight as she used her shirt to wipe sticky syrup off of her face. Amy had been especially gluttonous on this particular morning. Her pink shirt and black leggings were covered in bacon grease, as were her face and fingertips. Her long, black hair was bunched into a loose bun, held weakly by a clip behind her head, saving it from the onslaught. She took sharp, shallow breaths as she sat spread legged in her chair, both hands tentatively caressing her giant gut as it rose with every inhale and fell with every exhale. Her freckled nose had a dab of chocolate sauce on it, and her green eyes were excited and lit up with lust. She sat at her small-ish dining room table, which was completely covered with dirty dishes. There had to be about five or six plates, four bowls, and seven cups in front of the rotund, swollen girl. Kevin ran around hurriedly in the kitchen, piling a new plate with bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns, and a new bowl with a yogurt parfait. He had revealed to Amy that he was brilliant at making breakfast… and so for the last few weeks, he had been living with her in order to feed her every morning. Amy loved making an absolute hog of herself in front of Kevin. He would get shy and embarrassed, which only made her want to catch his attention more. Because of this, every morning she wore her smallest tee and tightest leggings… that way, they could both watch her rising belly force its way out from under her clothing and onto the table. Kevin carried the overflowing plate of food over to his overladen girlfriend and stacked it on top of the one she had just polished off. Without a moment’s hesitation, she took the plate and began shovelling bacon into her mouth, her stomach growling as even more fatty food was piled into it. Amy took fistfuls of pancakes and dipped them in syrup, dripping along her thighs as she airlifted them towards her gaping gullet. Her chubby cheeks were consistently puffed up with oversized portions, and she was making a series of gulping noises as she struggled to devour the food she was binging on. Her gut surged forwards as she gorged, tugging at her waistband from behind as her ass continued to fill out her chair. The short woman gobbled and glutted her way through her seventh helping of breakfast, burping and hiccuping as she did so, black bun in a frenzy and her entire body jirating as she threw herself at the meal. Hic - ooouuurrp! Oh, my… - BRAP! Mmmmm - hurk! - grunt - buuuuuurrrrrrppp! Mmpf- uuurp! Bhroooooooooooorp! My belly is so - HOURP! - fucking full. Amy was a few stages past chubby at this point, Kevin had decided. With her hair tied up, it was obvious that her once wire-thin neck had expanded, both from extra padding and from being expanded so often with treats. Her face had an added layer of fluff, her jawline dull and cheeks full. It was most notable when she smiled, as she now had dimples. Her arms and shoulders were surprisingly still quite slight, but her chest… it was bulbous at this point, her twins busting out of every bra that she owned with authority. They had grown much more sensitive, and she was often playing with them while she lay on her bed, stuffed to the gills. Her midriff was always widening, her belly never empty… therefore she was gaining weight almost every hour of every day. It was always being pampered with any snack she could get her hands on. Recently, Kevin had been stealing treats from work to feed her with, and she had been wolfing them down basically whenever she wasn't eating a full-blown meal. Amy’s ass was thick as fuck. It wiggled in anything she tried to wrestle it into, even jeans, and would inflate like a mattress whenever she sat down. It would spill out from under her hips, squeezing tightly into every inch of wherever she was sitting, bulging over the back of her waistband. It added to the girth of her hips, which popped as she walked. She had dangerous love handles that formed a ravine that ran from her shoulder blades all the way down to her asscheeks, and a muffin top that threatened to tear through any dress she slid on. Overall, the black-haired beauty was fattening up. There were three major stuffing events in her week: the first was her doordash addiction, which had her bloated with burgers all night long. The second was her dates with Kevin, where she would dine and binge on the richest of foods, all on Kevin’s debit. The third was her breakfasts, where she would plop her rump into her chair for up to five hours and simply be ushered food non-stop by Kevin, broadening over the course of a morning until she couldn't move. With a rattling clang, Amy threw her plate back onto the table, completing her face-stuffing. She looked inflated, her greasy plump lips were loosely ajar, her bun half undone, and her eyes watery. There was food all over herself and the table. She was like a beached whale, completely immobile… and she had been feeding herself like a whale as well, mouth agape and inhaling whatever she flung towards it. Eyelashes fluttering as she struggled to remain focused on her breathing, Amy heaved herself to her feet in order to give Kevin a hug and a kiss for his good work. However, as she hugged him, he pressed up against her belly, making her rip a deep - HOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPP!! “Excuse me, babe.” She giggled, fanning her mouth daintily. Kevin looked down… her rotund tummy had left a stain of chocolate, syrup and grease on his work clothes. He couldn't have given less of a shit. “Have an awesome - bourrp! - day at work! I'll be nice and empty by the time you get home later… maybe we can hit up that restaurant you've been - hic - talking about?” She greedily asked, biting her lip… she was already thinking about her next gorging. Kevin smiled, gave the plump young woman a peck on the head, and made his way to work.– GRRRROOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWLLLLLL! Shut up! Amy scolded her belly. It had been complaining all day, as for the first time in forever she hadn't been pigging out the whole time Kevin was at work. She wanted to save herself for dinner… she wondered if she would be able to make the restaurant tell her to leave by eating them out of food. Probably not, but it was fun to imagine, and she knew that no matter what Kevin would love to see her engorge herself after a long day’s work. So she had committed to saving herself till he got home. Unfortunately, she had digested the heap of breakfast that she had guzzled, and was now experiencing stuffing withdrawals. Amy had stayed out of the kitchen, to avoid temptations. But, as she lay on the couch, bored out of her mind she realized that Kevin hadn't had the chance to clean up after cooking earlier. What a nice gesture, she decided, it would be to clean up for him before he gets home. Just to clean… she reminded herself. Absolutely no eating. Amy didn't last very long. After washing one or two of the dishes, she noticed something on the far counter, next to the fridge… she had forgotten to put her ice cream in the freezer. Now, when Amy bought ice cream, she bought it in bulk. There were roughly 10 litres of it, all different flavours. It was gourmet stuff as well. When she waddled over to it, she had every intention of simply putting it in the freezer. But for no discernible reason, she wanted to check and see how melted the ice cream had become. She wrenched the tight lid off of the container and saw that it was all completely liquid, yet still cold. In doing so, she couldn't help but stick her nose into the carton to allow the sweet scent to seduce her. It was strawberry, her favourite. God forgive me for what I am about to do… Amy tilted her head backwards and began pouring the liquid cream into her mouth. It tasted completely the same as usual, only now in a form that didn't require any work other than leaning back and submitting herself. Hoisting it up high with two hands, Amy chugged the two litres of melted ice cream without coming up for air once, slightly spilling it down her face and along her collarbone. The fat little pig finally stopped, throwing the container to the ground, held her belly from its sides and arched her back- Hic - OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPP! Amy felt the creamy, chilly liquid make its way down her chubby neck, slithering down like a snake. She felt it slowly fill her belly up like soft-serve, bloating her slowly. It was incredible… and then a stream of ice cream sensually ran down one of her swollen tits, surpassing incredible and achieving an otherworldly form of pleasure. In a sexual trance, the green-eyed girl turned to the remaining eight litres, licking her lips before snatching another carton, tearing off the lid and throwing it to her lips in order to cram even more of the heavy cream into her swollen belly.– “Amy? I’m home-” “Oh! You're back so - BRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!” Amy was interrupted by her own thundering belch. Kevin turned the corner to see Amy, who was sprawled out on the floor surrounded by five empty cartons. She was fucking huge. Amy’s gut had risen about two feet into the air, trapping the girl under herself. It was covered with different colours of ice cream, which ran from her lips all the way down to her thighs. It continued to swell slowly, full to the absolute, complete maximum. Amy looked pale, like she could hardly breathe, yet seemed more distraught to see Kevin than because her belly was the size of two watermelons. The bloated, hog of a girl tried to shift her ass around in order to readjust herself, but her belly thought otherwise, sloshing and churning as she wobbled around on the floor. Her hair was sprawled down her messy tits, tinted pink by strawberry ice cream. As plump as a partridge, Amy made one last attempt at movement, but was cut off by a large- RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPP!! Her legging split right down the middle, her ass exploding from the back and her hips erupting sideways like a water balloon. Admitting defeat, the blimp of a woman sat with her back to the wall and stroked her overfilled stomach, pouting as it released huge groans. She fingered her bellybutton, which only made it worse. “Amy, what's wrong?” Kevin asked.“Look at me! I’m a fucking cow! I wanted to wait for you to get home before we went out to eat, and now look at me. You’re going to have to roll me to bed. I just… I couldn't control myself. I’m a fatass, gluttonous pig.” Amy burped again, which made her whole body lurch. Kevin smiled and kneeled down next to her beachball of a belly. “I’m flattered that you were thinking about me today. But honestly, I just want you to be happy… and you seem happiest when you're eating. So actually, I’m glad you indulged a little bit while I was out. If I know you’re going to do that every day, It'll make work easy knowing that you’re having a good time!” He told his overflowing girlfriend, who smiled softly. “So… you don’t mind if I make a mess while you're out? If I don't do anything but eat? Is that really okay with you?” She asked. Kevin nodded his head yes. “In fact, I’d be more disappointed if I came home and you weren't so full you couldn't move.” Amy had never wanted to hear anything more. She batted her eyes and gave him a sensual look, tugging at her messy hair and biting her creamy lip. “I’ll take you up on that.” She simply said. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. With help, Amy made her way to a chair in the living room. She flopped into the seat, roughly the size of a wild boar. Her shirt was hiked up past her chest, and as Kevin cleaned up after her slobby mess she sat and listened to the liquid gurgle around in her gut. She gave it a shake, and it jiggled in response. Even though it was packed full, there was still a thin layer of pudge. For the first time, the prospect of gaining weight crossed her mind. Not stuffing, but poundage. Maybe… she thought gleefully to herself, this plump little princess will see just how fucking fat she can make herself....

Amber's Bulging Burger Belly Revenge Amber hated her job. She flipped burgers, which seemed like it would be at least a little bit enjoyable, but in reality amounted to staring into a wall of heat for 8 hours a day. Her boss was a complete bitch, and would thunder around the restaurant while yelling at the teenage workers to put their hair nets back on (even though the chubby woman's jet black hair would routinely be down) her black and white striped employee’s skirt bursting at the zippers under the pressure of her giant hips. She wore black lipstick, too much eyeliner and always seemed to be eating company food. That's what pissed Amber off the most… the hourglass of a lady glutting away on snacks that she and her coworkers were prohibited to touch. Amber was a trim young woman. She was a normal height and weight, although her chest bulged out against the twin buttons on her uniform, often hiding burgers directly below her on the grill, they were so plump. Straddling her breasts was her soft, straight, deep red hair, which she freed from her hairnet every time she got the chance. Her face was very sharp, her nose pointed, with a dash of freckles. However, her ass was flat as a board, much to her dismay. Her striped skirt barely stayed on, needing to be belted firmly to her waist. It was halfway through a shift on a hot summer's day that Amber finally snapped. She was busy flipping burgers, as usual, her hair in tight pigtails in an attempt to cool down. For whatever reason, her boss was on a mission that particular afternoon, and upon spotting the busty redhead’s hair decided to sneak up behind her and surprise her with a scolding. Unfortunately, as she stood behind Amber, preparing to unload, the girl turned around with her head down and bumped right into her boss. One of Amber’s rotund tits made contact with the fries that her boss was eating, trampolining them over the counter and into the deep fryer. The machine began to froth and leak all over the counter and linoleum tiles, sending employees running for cleaning supplies. The boss, however, simply stared at Amber, who watched the mess unfold in complete shock. The fat cow of a woman unloaded on Amber, spitting as she spoke and even cussing her out once or twice. Amber stood and took it, still shocked about what had just happened. Finally, her boss stopped her rant, tugging her skirt down her girthy thighs. “In all of my years working at this restaurant, never have I seen a girl as incapable… as ditzy, as you. Always late, with a terrible attitude… and now you destroy a multi-hundred dollar piece of equipment?” At this point, Amber was growing incredulous. “But it was hardly my fault! If you hadn't been standing right behind me, I-” Her boss cut her off with a porky finger, turning red and preparing to scream…until her face twisted into a smile, a cruel idea popping into her head. “Well, since you hate wearing that hairnet so much, I’d say we should move you to a time where nobody will have to watch you shed into their burgers… you can work the night shift from now on!” The night shift sucked. It wasn’t just flipping burgers… you worked the drive-thru as well, on top of being the one to close for the night… at 4 AM. On top of that, there were barely any customers, so you would be bored senseless. Amber resisted, but it was final. Her boss had put her foot down. Defeated, she collected her things, preparing to return for the evening. However, just before she left, she saw her boss smugly walk over to the kitchen and snatch two greasy burgers off of the grill, taking greedy bites from each. At first, Amber was incensed, watching her boss pig out on her hard work… until an idea of her own began to develop, a deep, deep hunger for revenge growing in the slender girl's heart. – Mmm - hic - So… OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! Fucking -hurp- good…. BRAAAAAAAAAP! mmmmmm - hic - yeah, fill my greedy- urp - belly. Amber sat in her boss's office chair, wrappers littering the floor and table around her. Her hair was up in a tight ponytail, her face stained with sauce and sesame seeds. Her legs were spread-eagled to make room for her newly bulging belly, which sloshed and churned as the increasingly greedy redhead devoured her fifth burger of the night, chasing it with an enormous extra-large sprite. She crammed the greasy food and fizzy drink down her thin gullet, mindlessly gorging herself. Her gut was rising like dough as she did so, ballooning up towards her tits and out from under her shirt like a blimp. Amber was devouring the food out of pure spite. She had decided that if her big, fat boss was going to binge on company food all day, she was going to help herself to triple the servings by night, grilling herself burgers, left to herself due to the absence of customers. Something had shifted inside of her… she was gaining satisfaction from her incessant consumption of fatty food, thinking of how much money she was costing the company just by pigging out to her heart’s content every single night. By the end of the shift, she had overblown her stomach out of her tiny skirt, creating a wonderful feeling in her expanded midsection. There was… pressure between her ass and her panties, a new feeling that she was beginning to enjoy. Letting her hair down, Amber sat down to complete the last two burgers she had prepared herself, guzzling them down in the messiest way possible, stuffing and bloating her engorged stomach until she was left with nothing in her greasy hands, and released one more thundering belch. Overwhelmed by her gluttony, and the feeling of screwing her company over, Amber decided that the next night she would fill herself up even further. And fill herself she did, gobbling as much food as she could at every chance she got. She would walk around the restaurant with her growing belly exposed, allowing it to bloat as far as it preferred. There were three sizes of burgers at the restaurant: the baby, the brother and the mother burgers. In her first week, she was stuffing herself with 10 baby burgers over 8 hours. By her third week, she was packing herself full of 7 mother burgers. She quickly decided to cut her hair to shoulder length, which let her be as slob-like as possible during her feasting, exposing her freckled ears and slightly plumped cheeks. She also stole a new size of uniform... it wasn't just her belly that was swelling. As she was usually focused on her round, sexy gut bursting out of her pants, she also found interest in another asset of hers… her ass. Almost every day it seemed like it grew another few inches, her once loose jeans further filling out in the shape of a pear every time she heaved them over her widening hips, becoming rounder and rounder as she sat on it and stuffed her face. She watched in delight as it jigged, and would bite her lip as her entire lower half would expand like a waterbed every time she sat down, creating an impossibly tight feeling in her waistband. Her gluttony was giving her the bubble butt she had always wanted, and it made her feel hot as fuck. Over the weeks Amber gorged herself full every night, never getting tired of the meaty burgers. To her, they tasted like victory. Her ass continued to thicken, eventually spilling out the sides of any pants she tried to put on. Her skirt began to resemble a sausage casing as her hips fattened up, and her stomach continued to expand in every direction. Most impressive of all was the progressive bloating of her bulging tits, which overflowed through any top she tried to squeeze them into. On multiple occasions, they would burst the buttons on her shirt during her feeding frenzies, as she only seemed to be getting fatter, and fatter, and fatter… and hungrier, and hungrier, and hungrier. By a month and a half of stuffing, Amber was double the size. Still retaining her slender face, neck, arms and shoulders, from behind she simply looked like a redheaded girl with one hell of an ass. From the front, however, her stomach hung right in front of her like a beach ball, constantly stuffed to the brim as she further indulged in her hoglike cravings. She would sit on her boss's chair and completely submit herself to a mountain of fast food, choking as she shoved it down her throat, her stomach making groaning noises as gas bloated her already bulging belly, her skirt zipper releasing as she shifted her haunches during her manic feedings. She would snatch the burgers and fries with porky fingers, shoving them into herself while moaning, eyes rolled back into her head and hair tugged tightly up into a ponytail (making her moan as it was yanked back while she ate) to make way for the gargantuan helpings. Every night she would waddle out of the restaurant and make it to her car, only to gorge on two more burgers and a drink that she took to go. Those were the ones that always caught up to her, surpassing her limit and bringing her close to overfilling, her gut spilling out of her shirt and her tits jiggling as a symphony of burps would erupt from her sauce-covered mouth. BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPP! HOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP! Hic- URP… mmmmm- Hurp! ooooooOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURPPPP! - oh my! She would massage her taut potbelly with both hands, allowing for more burps to be released and her belly to settle so she could drive home. On a run-of-the-mill, normal Wednesday, Amber received a call from her boss, telling her she would be returning to the day shifts. She had not seen Amber since she had demoted her . Amber arrived with a giant hot dog and milkshake in both of her greasy hands. She forced her way through the door, her hips thoroughly too wide for her skirt at this point. Her ass was perfectly round, her tits jugular, and both were inflated to epic proportions. She was not obese, but good God was she ever a plump, pampered young woman. A fat little piggy, living meal to meal... or binge to binge. Her boss couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Amber’s gurgling gut appear from the front door. The redhead waddled over to her, engorged from an absolute feast she had devoured in her car, and stood in front of her nearly bursting from the seams of her clothing. As usual, she wore her hair up and tucked behind her ears, and it was straightened beautifully. Her green eyes were underlined with purple eyeliner, and her lips were masked in a deep red lipstick. She looked like a supermodel who had decided to make a pig of herself; she was still beautiful, only now completely overflowing from her dainty frame. “I - urp - quit.” She simply. “You- you can't just quit!” Her boss protested. Amber shrugged her thin shoulders, making her chest wobble uncontrollably. Her ponytail swayed back and forth from the momentum, and the crests of her cleavage brushed her sharp chin. With a cheeky grin, Amber took her hotdog and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Using just the one hand, she threw her head back and slid the meat down her gluttonous throat in just one gulp, eyes watering as it filled every inch of her slender neck. After inhaling the greasy hotdog, leaving her lips glossy, she leaned towards her boss. Then, without warning, she gave her stomach a large slap. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Amber belched, her entire body jiggling as her stomach shifted, her ass tearing through the zipper of her skirt and her tits wobbling into her face. The freckled, busty girl sighed, hugging her bloated belly in relief. “Ooh. That one needed to come out.” She giggled, taking a chug of her milkshake. She truly had become conditioned to gorging her gut all day long. Her boss looked at her, shocked. Amber gave her one more look, before turning around, her hair swinging over her shoulder and hitting the black haired woman in the face. Her hips, which were now wider than her bosses, popped as she strutted out, and as she used her ass to squeeze her way out the door, she looked back at the incredulous face of her former employer. “The food here - hic - sucks dick anyways.”...