chapter 5

The next three weeks continued in a very similar fashion, with two exceptions. The first exception was that Abbie’s weight had actually been steadily increasing thanks to her girlfriends scale trickery.

The second exception was that throughout Abbie’s weeks of work she could not get the image of her plump form out of her head. Her fascination with fat was growing and getting out of hand, and it all came to a head on one fateful Friday evening on her fourth week since the journey began. She worked as a journalist for a popular online fashion magazine, and on this particular Friday they had an office party to celebrate the retirement of her boss. Parties were one of the rare occasions in society now where you were expected to eat. After all, parties are made for enjoying yourself and the weight comes off so easily anyway.

As her mostly female colleagues meandered around and mingled, plate in hand constantly full with some manner of instantly fattening food, sat in her corner Abbie couldn’t focus on her own huge plate in front of her. Being a Friday, Abbie had thought she could get a great head start on the nights feeding and surprise Jess when she got home later. Despite this plan her attention kept being drawn back to watching the women throughout the room. All of them were filling their faces with a steady but almost constant stream of food, as was polite to do so at post miracle pill parties. With that constant stream of food came constant expanding waistlines. Before her very eyes Abbie witnessed a sea of dresses tightening and straining, cleavage deepening and expanding, asses rounding out and thighs pressing together. It was a fat fetishists dream, and all her colleagues were too plain to appreciate it for the magnificent thing it was.

Having a front row seat to the show only spurred Abbie on in her own eating. Her eyes transfixed on the plump women around her, Abbie gorged on plate after plate of food, expanding where she sat. The pressure on her outfit built, only adding to the pressure rising between her thick thighs.

When the dress felt like it was about to pop Abbie realised she could probably only manage one more slice of gooey chocolate cake before her little sophisticated black dress was at its absolute limit. Heading over to the buffet table Abbie grabbed a fresh plate and plopped on two fat pieces of cake, an extra one just to be on the safe side. Stealthily, she snook off to her office. Once inside she locked the door and closed the shutters, placing the cake on the floor, kicking off her shoes and grabbing the vibrator from her handbag. Inserting the vibrator into her already sopping wet pussy Abbie got onto her hands and knees, immediately beginning to ravish the cake in front of her.

As she ate she felt up her fat body, encased in the confines of her clothes she could feel every roll and curve fighting for space. She thought back to her friends and colleagues expanding before her very eyes, picturing them bursting out of their clothes and becoming more and more desperate for food, fighting over it until they were all in a heap of fatness. One slice down Abbie quickly moved on to her extra one, disregarding the strong protest her dress gave her in response. Now she thought of what she was going to do tonight, of Jess stuffing her and fucking her in the way that only she knew. She imagined herself growing bigger than she had ever dared before, breaking their kitchen chair under her weight, belly slapping into her pussy as she fell causing her to orgasm harder than she ever had before.

Awakening from her fantasy Abbie realised she was in the process of squirting all over her thighs and floor, moaning to herself in ecstasy. Still coming down from her orgasm, Abbie leant down for the final mouthful of cake. As she did so she felt the back of her dress finally give way, splitting heavily down her backside and showing off her deep crack.

She quickly tidied herself up and left the plate for the cleaners. Pulling on her coat she noticed that it was thankfully long enough to cover her little accidents, both the split in the back and the cum stain on the front.

Abbie hurried out of the building and into her car, desperate to get home, but she had one stop to make on the way there.