Concept: it’s been two mornings since you went out with that girl- a round, soft goth, tits up to her chin, who had squeezed her squishy body into more lace, belts and eyeliner than she had any right to. Every second of that night had been heavenly- but even now the hickey she left on your neck stings as if she’d just left it. She felt so good in the heat of the moment that you didn’t even realize she’d managed to draw blood. Thinking about it makes you ache almost as bad as your neck.
Days pass. You notice you’re eating more than normal- CAN eat more than normal. Your regular meals aren’t filling you up anymore; you suddenly find the prices of fast food value meals more worthwhile than you did a week ago. In just a few days, you move on to the regular meals- and then a few regular meals for a single meal.
You aren’t getting away with these meals unscathed, either. Your tummy’s starting to peek out the bottom of your favorite shirt, one you’ve comfortably worn for years. You can feel your booty wobble more than it ever has, each step bouncing your ass closer to ripping your jeans. And your tits! They’re achey and sore and gravity suddenly feels less kind on them. Nonetheless, you aren’t used to having cravings in the first place… So you aren’t very good at saying no to them.
The feasts continue. By now you’re reasonably sure something is wrong- but lately you haven’t felt all there. Like a warm cotton blanket that just came out of the dryer had been wrapped around your brain. Suddenly your ass, tits and belly are knocking things off tables around you, your foggy brain unused to your ballooning body. Your friends asking if you’re okay, if you want to join them next time they go to the gym just makes you feel even warmer inside, maybe even a little turned on. You’re too busy in your comfy muggy brain-state to object.
It’s almost the end of the month, and you’re unrecognizeable. A big marshmallowy blob, with more hickey-like splotches of black splattered across your skin. People kept looking at you funny when you went into restaurants yourself, so now you mostly just get food from deliveries. None of your clothes fit anymore, but your tummy and thighs are big enough to block anything too embarrassing for the delivery drivers, so that’s okay. You’ve gotten so fat you’re proud of it, your honey-drunken mind thick and slow and warm. A small sparkling part of you is concerned about yourself, but the rest of you is honestly turned on by such a concern. The thought of being a prize-winning cow at a fair has run through your brain more than a few times and it makes you shiver. Your enormous teats are even starting to leak and it fills you with such base, primal happiness~
An unexpected knock on the door halfway raises you from your daydreaming stupor. You didn’t think you ordered anything else tonight…
Before you can even heave your fat ass up, the door swings open. It’s that goth girl! At least, you think it is! She has the same makeup and tattoos, but the tattoos and her porcelain skin are dotted with black splotches. Her tummy is huge and soft and inviting, thrice as big as it was on your date. You find yourself drooling over her enormous thighs- so much so that you barely notice the two cute little horns adorned on her head. Her septum piercing suddenly looks even more fitting on this huge cow of a woman…
You look out your window and the face of the full moon greets you back. Even your sleepy head can make out what’s going on, now.
“Hmm… You look ready for our second date, love,” she grins at you.
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