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Bad Influence / Eternal Hunger

she gets home tired and overworked then starts zoning out and eating before she can even look down to see the damage shes already done to her waistline.

eventually shes forced to size up but cant bring herself to stop her habits. it just gets worse. she just gets worse. and by the time shes made herself truly fat theres no putting an end to the way shes programmed herself to inhale.

the lard gets to her head. makes her lazy. makes her act fat too.

her newest dress shirts fight to wrap themselves around the engorged mass of her gut as she stuffs herself each night. she comes into the office fatter each week. her coworkers in constant disbelief of what shes become. soon it becomes how shes known. the fat one.

now its the perfect time for someone else to step in and get her what she needs. its difficult to move all that fat around.

Poor gluttonous mortals lead into restaurants and diners and bakeries secretly manned by Hell's finest and filled to the brim with so much dangerously delicious food... seemingly an endless supply

You may notice when you enter just how plump and comfortable everyone looks sat in their booths, how the staff smile so warmly at you and always seem to be topping up whatever's in front of their customers, but any concern fades away when the overwhelming smell of mouth-watering food hits you, so you mindlessly float towards the nearest seat a waiter is so kindly pointing out

You look over the menu, but it's hardly needed... before you can think too much, someone is already setting down a stacked plate of your favorite food with a huge drink on your table, encouraging you to dig in and to let them know if you need anything

So you eat. And eat. And grow.

Fat cells instantly begin to multiply within your body with each and every bite. Your shirt starts to ride up as your belly builds up and out, your ass widens beneath you, all of you is getting so plump. As you finish your plate, it sits heavy in your belly... but somehow you still want more. You look around at the other patrons and see how they've all gotten noticeably fatter since you got here, but before that thought can really sink in enough for you to take a look at yourself, the waiter is already putting down a fresh plate in front of you with a wry smile. They reach down and unbutton your pants letting your now fat belly plop out into your lap atop your thickening thighs, giving your belly a quick pat and telling you how good you're looking, but you hardly notice. You just focus in on the food in front of you

So you eat.

And eat.

It's really not your fault you got so fat, is it?

It's natural. Your body craves everything sweet and heavy, some innate drive within you demanding you eat more and more, holding onto those extra calories as soft, buttery fat in case you're not surrounded food in the future.

That primal instinct to gobble up whatever is around you. The way your tongue goes heavy when you see something you just know is going to taste delicious. A biological imperative to consume.

You gained the weight so quickly, it almost felt like you were meant to be bigger, right?

Every inch of you going soft and round as you filled out. A healthy appetite making your clothes a little snug.

You've just been listening to your body all along. Every extra pound felt like one that was supposed to be there all along. The wider, fuller reflection feeling more and more like your real self as you gorged and gained.

You weren't actually getting fat, you were just too thin before. The weight felt right.

But you just couldn't stop eating, could you?

You started pushing past those natural signals.

Still eating when your stomach was achingly full. Ignoring the itching of those stretch marks on your belly and sides. Telling yourself that sizing up one more time would give your wardrobe the leeway you needed.

Until one day you looked at yourself and realized you'd gotten really, properly fat, hadn't you?

Your face, swollen with the overindulgence of extra meals and treats, cheeks and a double chin that push out past the natural frame of your face.

Arousal, the most natural feeling, bubbling up with every new sensation and reminder of your size.

Fat folding and bulging into rolls where your body can't find ways to softly round out any further.

The rubbing of your thighs, feeling with every step that your normal gait has been altered by your weight.

The pressure of your belly in your lap when you sit, trying not to notice as it becomes more comforting and limiting.

It's all started to feel a bit out of control, hasn't it? Like you've eaten yourself just a little too big? The sensation that you're stretched out doesn't just come after a bit meal, you've developed this sensation like you're constantly puffed out with fat.

Maybe you were meant to be fat, but this fat?

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