Renee closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the night as some unseen force seemed to call to her from the cupboard. It was like a siren calling her to her doom. Renee glanced down at her slightly protruding belly, the result of unrestrained indulgence over the past few months. Honestly, this wouldn't be the first time she'd binged on junk food late into the night. She knew this was why she was gaining weight, yet she did not know how to stop it.
Another glance at the night beyond the window confirmed it. The food from the microwave would not be enough to sate her. She glanced back towards the cupboard, pleading with herself to resist. Renee knew what would happen. She would keep snacking on the morsels until she was so full she could hardly move, or the cupboard empty. She knew this, yet she could not resist the siren call of the junk food within. The more her stomach revolted, the more she thought of the food she so craved. All the voices in her head seemed to become one voice, telling her to give in. "Forget the plate of food," that voice seemed to urge, "the cupboard is full of treats, and you deserve them all."
Renee shook her head in refusal, but still she could not resist her voracious urge to gorge. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, trying to avoid the food within the cabinet.
It happened before she even knew what she was doing. Her hands moved on their own, quickly unwrapping another snack cake and shoving the rich chocolaty pastry into her greedy maw. It was done. She couldn't stop now. She knew she'd regret it in the morning, but she couldn't help herself.
The cakes were delectable- rich and moist. The cookies soft and gooey. Chips salty and crisp, crunching loudly between her teeth. Candy sweet and creamy, melting in the warm recess of her mouth. The food was delicious, she could not deny it. Even with her mind trying to be rational, she knew she was getting deeper into a problem she couldn't escape.
Each bite added a little more to her belly, slowly stretching her flesh as her clothes grew tighter. Her shirt clung to her swelling belly, the fabric stretching to conform to the plump tweens expanding middle. Every bite, every crunch made her more stuffed, filled her with a pleasure she could hardly describe. Part of her knew she was addicted, but she was powerless to stop herself.
The food was drawing her in. It was pleasant, it was indulgent, and it made her excited even before she finished a bite. Her hands moved with new urgency, shoving cake after cake into her wide open mouth as she practically drooled in excitement as she consumed the food. Her stomach continued stretching, swelling to contain the fattening feast. She kept eating, she kept cramming food into her mouth. She could never get enough.
The plump tween winced with every breath, her jeans digging painfully into her expanding waist. The fabric squeaked and groaned under the strain of the plump girl's growing waistline. Even before this feast, her pants had been growing tighter day by day as she put on weight, but now they were stretched beyond the limits of their stitching. But the pain only fueled her lust for the treats she craved, making her shove a cookie into her mouth with even more enthusiasm.
Renee let out a moan of satisfaction, rubbing her thighs together as she munched on the cookies. Her eyes darted over to the cupboard, glancing at its contents as though drawn there. The treats within called to her, whispering into her ears in a sultry voice telling her of their sweet delights.
The plump tween shivered with delight as she listened to their silent calls. She closed her eyes, imagining them all within her reaching hands. There was just so much in the cupboard. A chocolate cake, so soft and gooey, its rich chocolaty scent filling her nose with its alluring aroma.Piles of chocolate chips, enough to last her a lifetime. Small cookies, as light and crisp as a summer's day. Rows of candy bars, all of them enticing her to devour each and every one. Crunchy cookies, chocolate covered, sat on the top, inviting her to eat them.
Renee's eyes shot wide open. It was like the cupboard was alive, each splendid inch a tempting morsel calling to her, whispering to her that there was no stopping. Even if she had stopped, the cupboard would still try to woo her into its clutches.
Renee couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to stop. With a desperate moan, the chubby girl flung herself at the food before she could change her mind. The plump tween didn't even bother to restrain herself as she grabbed the chocolate cake, her hands pulling the wrapping apart without a second's hesitation. She devoured the delicious dessert, desperate to consume everything in the cupboard.
Suddenly, Renee heard a pop and the ping of something metal colliding with the wood as her belly seemed to surge forward, feeling as if a tight band had suddenly been removed. With a gasp, the plump tween glanced down at her middle, her belly obscuring her pants and legs from view. However, as she admired the roundness of her belly, she was certain she knew what had happened. The button on her jeans had no longer been able to contain her swollen form and finally burst.
With a coy smile, and unrestrained stomach, Renee quickly resumed her feast with renewed vigor. Suddenly, she didn't feel nearly as full since her stomach was no longer contained by her overtight jeans, and she was desperate to fill it again. She could feel her legs tiring from supporting her growing frame, her belly seeming larger every time she glanced down at it. However, the desire to fill her belly with the delicious foods still called to her, and with it the pang of regret and the sense of guilt that accompanied it, no longer seemed to matter. She ate, she ate and ate.
In the kitchen, in the night, in the silence of the empty house, she continued to gorge. She moved with increasing speed, her gluttonous acts becoming frenzied. She ate almost without thought, her mind too full of the food to make any real decisions as she consumed more and more of the tasty gluttonous treats.
With a heaving sigh, Renee plopped her fat butt on the ground in front of the cupboard, content to continue her feast from a sitting position. Renee thrust a chocolate bar into her mouth, the delicious chocolate melting into a thick gooey substance on her tongue as she chewed. She shoved a few cookies into her face, feeling their freshly made crunch between her teeth as she groaned in satisfaction. She crammed the tasty chips into her mouth, her ravenous hunger making her throw all caution to the wind as she crammed as many into her mouth as possible, feeling the crunch of their brittle texture as she bit down into them, swallowing crunchy mouthfuls at a time. She felt her belly distending as it churned merrily.
Renee didn't know how long she sat there eating, but finally she let out a loud belch and leaned back in contentment. She felt absolutely stuffed. Empty packages and crumbs littered the floor around her, though she felt no need to clean them.
Renee winced as she tried to rise, but her body felt so heavy that she could not pull herself back up onto her feet. She felt as if she was made of lead. Her belly protruded noticeably from her middle, stuffed and swollen with food as it rested heavily on the ground between her legs. The ground was cold on the underside of her bloated belly, and the chubby girl shivered in delight as the cold air stung her heated flesh.
Her feast had been glorious, though she was quickly discovering that she had little energy or motivation to rise from the ground. Her body heavy, her belly swollen and tight, the young girl just wanted to curl up right there and go to sleep. With a blissful moan, Renee rubbed her stuffed belly, and licked her lips.
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