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Special Promotion - Part 14
🕑 Added 2023-07-30 02:13:22 +0000 UTCSomething has changed for Jenny, some part of her grows quieter while another grows louder and the battle for her work-weight balance starts to shift.
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Standing in the living room, covered in just the scraps of her clothes from the night before, it was hard not to feel the change in her weight. Jenny stood, panting ever so slightly from the exertion of just getting to her feet, hands braced either side of her massive stomach. As it was, she could feel her love handles pressed along the length of her lower arms, could feel inches of doughy blubber as her fingers sunk in to grip her furry gut. She could feel how her stomach folded over her thighs, burying her crotch entirely and devouring the space along the front of her shorts until it once again brushed against the fur of her lower thighs. She could feel the air on her ass where her shorts had burst open, finally unable to contain her growth. But most of all, Jenny could feel her weight. Her stomach was a leaden thing, dragging her towards the ground now more than ever. Everything she had pushed into it, every dream of growing massive, it had all digested into thick, heavy weight that pulled on her, stole the breath from her lungs and sent a shiver down her spine.
And that was the feeling that would set the tone for the days to come. What had happened was a matter of sheer delight, it sent sparks of joy through her mind whenever she thought about it, enough such that the voice in her head that argued against her, that called her fat, that told her she needed to exercise, that voice was growing more and more quiet. If it couldn’t be ignored, it could be pacified. It could be delayed.
Exercise? She could get around to that later, surely. There was no harm treating herself a little. The donuts were free and she had done such a good job in getting her career back on track. Surely she deserved a little something for all the hard work she had put in.
With this logic in mind, things could only deteriorate. It was as though a switch had been flipped. She had given herself permission to do what she always wanted. And so what had been a messy apartment became messier - it wasn’t that she didn’t clean, it’s just she wasn’t up to the task of cleaning everything that needed cleaning while she spent her nights gorging on donuts. Every box she picked up or every surface she laboriously swept, panting and puffing for air, was fighting against the tide of boxes and mess to come. The tide was winning.
Whether she admitted it or not as the mouse lowered herself into her squeaking, groaning office chair, her work was suffering as well. She tapped on sticky keyboard keys with one hand while another delivered sweet treats to her mouth. She answered calls around mouthfuls and gulping and the sound of her sloshing, blorping stomach could be heard over her microphone. When one of the arms of her chair popped off, simply unable to hold its own against the slow avalanche that was the girl’s stomach, Jenny just adjusted how she sat and kept working. She wasn’t really fat. Not really. She was just chubby. Just thick. She could work it off. Those were the thoughts that kept her going, the thoughts that drowned out the other side of her which was strongest whenever she passed a mirror.
Fat? I’m a fucking WHALE. I’ve stretched my stomach so much I feel hungry all the time now. And the only thing that seems to satisfy me is those damn donuts. Is this how it’s going to be forever? No amount of exercise will change that, Jenny. You have to do something about this NOW or you’re going to become a blob like that fat fox Katie! That fucking pick-up truck of a girl.
Jenny paused only for a moment to entertain these thoughts, tracing the curve of her stomach as she bit her lip. Undeniably, they turned her on. The thought of her in Katie’s place, in that big indent in the middle of the restaurant room, fed and doted on by patrons like she was a mascot and food disposal all at once. She shivered and kept walking, but it was that thought which kept her up at night, kept her pushing more donuts into herself while she sank into the cushions of her tortured sofa. Her hands reached mechanically while the sounds of tv shows washed over her. Each mouthful lit sparks in her brain and each gulp increased the tightness she felt in her stomach. Added to the tension of her taut, growing, stretching hide. Every swallow made the sounds of her stomach louder, louder until they drowned out the tv with her gut’s angry groaning and the sound of digestion. It grew in front of her, inflating like a beach ball but softer, firmer. It was more real than air, a heavy weight that pushed the breath from her lungs even while laying down, pinning her to her couch. Growing. Covered in icing and crumbs, her stomach groaning around the massive amount of donuts she continued to push into it, she gripped herself, braced either side of her gut and thought of Katie. Thought of that fat fucking fox, but it wasn’t Katie - it was her. The size of a large car. Completely unable to move. Unable to do anything but eat. And like a light switch clicking in her head, Jenny came.
Comments
Jenny Koda
Oh my gosh yes, she's definitely in trouble haha I'll have to re-read Free Donuts and see where Katie was at the same time. She was taken by the *addiction* if I recall correctly~
Dornam
Someone's in trouble! She's gotten in too deep, and there's no way she's going to quit gorging now! She loves stretching her stomach too much... makes me wonder if Jenny will outgrow Katie in pure stomach capacity (and consequently size/weight of course). From what I remember, Katie just enjoyed eating and the free food, rather than the feeling of growing and expanding her stomach? It sounds like Jenny is even deeper in "trouble" than Katie was, seeing as she's probably going to forever chase that feeling of expanding her stomach capacity, not *just* eating. I love the distinction, and I definitely think that Jenny's got a way more fun affliction to deal with! Always chasing the feeling of stretching your stomach bigger, meaning every day your capacity will be larger than the previous!
Jenny Koda
Eeeee, thank you <3
Victor Waite
Oh this is excellent hun~ <3
