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[writing] Neverending Waves of Hunger
🕑 Added 2022-07-31 06:40:11 +0000 UTC“Are you kidding me?! I’m trying to work here, I can’t keep taking breaks!”
But the desperately loud roaring repeated itself, only very gradually winding down as the deep churning sustained itself for half a minute, infuriated at being ignored. Wave instinctively crossed her arms as deep into the bulging rolls of fat as she could go, bending over in discomfort as her stomach reminded her once again who was really in charge.
“Fine, fine, I’ll order another batch of pizzas and donuts, just... just calm down!”
Relief washed over her as Wave realized she was going to eat another meal soon, and equal amounts of anxiety crept in as she simmered on the present consequences of continually giving into her appetite... and just how much it'd grown, as well as everything else along with it.
After making her orders, Wave went to pick up the screwdriver and wrench which had earlier rattled off her worktops from the raw sound of the demands of her hunger, trying not to think too hard about it.
Satisfied, her belly once again settled into it’s quietest passive state - a constant cacophony of speaking-volume gurgles and pops of digestion from always being full of food, mixed in with ticking groans of hunger from never ever being anywhere near satisfied.
Bending over... was a massive effort. Flatteringly, massive amounts of cleavage blocked the view of any objects remotely under table-level from her. Less flatteringly, several times more massive amounts of stomach cushioned against how much she could actually bend herself as it solidly blocked any movement from her back to her legs. Her shapeless dough gut tightened up into a densely wrapped chasm of infinite fat rolls at the mere gesture of arching herself over.
Her fat face’s puffed up cheeks puffed up even more, and the fat all the way from her double-chin, to her purple fluffy dough heap of a tummy, all the way down to her ankles, jiggled around at any given motion.
The experience was exhausting, and Wave decided to give up on whatever it was she was doing, as she collapsed into the nearest chair to daydream about food. It creaked in immense pain, putting all its might into desperately trying to hold up the massive woman, against all odds.
Concentrating on upgrading Gear was a chore at this point, a distraction from eating... Ack! Wave had to catch herself from the thought.
“No wonder I’ve gotten so fa--”
She stopped herself as she mentally slammed against the solid impassable wall of denial. She’d never put on any weight in her life, so she had nothing to worry about. All of the superficial changes in her body were temporary, at most. But the thoughts kept rushing in.
The body she was so proud of had become monsterously obese. Snacking as a reward for work, and being totally sedentary as she consumed herself in it, was not a good idea. Her appetite grew, along with her body, submerging all of her feminine beauty in fat.
Wave sighed as the aching realization began to dawn on her, but it wasn’t comparable to how much her stomach ached in impatience as it waited for her food delivery. She was so hungry, 20 minutes felt like forever... She just wanted to eat...
