WG Adventure

'Right, that's it - I'm going on a diet!' Amy's mirror didn't quite know how to respond to this. The only thing it could display was a (very) chubby 18 year old standing in her too-tight bra, with her panties only just visible under her soft, round tummy. Amy had always been a bit tubby. She remembers how her school uniforms would feel very very tight after the end of the summer holidays. At the time she thought nothing of it; it was natural for children to outgrow their uniforms after all, but now, standing in front of the mirror and feeling her flabby belly in her hands, she was well aware of how she'd overdone it with the food. //Hmm, it's a shame I can't just lose it off my belly.// she thought to herself, grabbing her chubby breasts, but as proud as she was to be straining a 46E, she wanted a nice beach body like the kind seen on TV, or at least to be a little less... plump. To the scales! This ancient device was at least as old as her and had a proportionately thick layer of dust covering it. The scales gave a little creak as she stepped on them. 232 lbs, they read. She let out a small gasp, at just 5'5" this was no trivial matter. She knew that she'd put on weight, but seeing it quantified as a number really made her realise how big she'd become. She looked down and gave her tummy a pat, //I guess those cakes had to go somewhere, eh?// She sighed. //I better make a note of this in my diary.// Amy had tried to diet once before, a couple of years ago, but had lost interest fairly quickly. She was never really worried enough to take it seriously and had always got on just fine with boys thanks to her pretty face. The main isuue, though, was that there was always a little part of her that could never quite say no to tasty food. But this time would be different, she was even going to keep a record to monitor her progress! Anyway, it was time for breakfast. She threw on a loose t-shirt and some stretchy leggings and ran downstairs, excited at her new found motivation. //Hmmmm, now... what to do for breakfast?// //[[Just a banana, I think.]] [[Okay, how about a few pieces of toast.]]//

Without thinking, Amy made six thick pieces of toast, lathered in butter and jam, each one a different flavour (yes, her cupboards were always well stocked with tasty treats). It was only as she sat down to eat that she realised six pieces was probably a bit much for a girl on a diet. //[[I should probably only eat one... or maybe two.]] [[Well - I've made them now, probably shouldn't just throw them away.]]//

Amy munched away on the toast with delight, each mouthful bringing new flavours of the sweet jams. //It's probably fine,// she thought, //they say that skipping breakfast is actually //bad// for a diet!// She finished off the toast, but didn't quite feel satisfied. Before she knew it she was at the fridge, looking for something else to fill her up. //Whoops, that was close, old habits die hard I guess.// //[[Nope, I've had enough now.]] [[Oooh, actually, how long has that cream been there?]]//

She checked the date. //Ah - glad I noticed this, it's nearly past its sell-by and the pot's almost unused, what a waste. I better have it now before I forget, but what to have it on?// She looked through the fridge until she found just the thing, a large chocolate cake she'd bought yesterday from a little bakery. She'd only had one slice so far... (okay, a big one, but still just one!) She cut herself a nice chunk and poured some of the cream on top. Grabbing a fork she dug in. //Oh I forgot how good this was!!// She'd only taken a couple of bites when she realised that there was still a lot of cream left; she'd hardly made a dent. //Well I've got to use this up today.// she thought, pouring on even more until the cake was practically floating in it. //Good job this is low-fat cream!// Before long she'd finished her slice and polished off the cream, but the pot was still pretty full. //[[I think that's quite enough for now.]] [[Gah - but I can't let it go to waste!]]//

'Fine!' she muttered to herself, slicing another, thicker, slice of cake and dousing it with yet more cream. It was, in full fairness, absolutely delicious, so Amy was secretly grateful of the excuse to eat more cake. //Hmm, but there's still more cream. Well I may as well finish it off now.// She grabbed another slice, and another. The time flew by and before she knew it the cream was finally finished! Oh, and the cake too. She exhaled heavily, holding a hand over her bloated stomach. Her t-shirt had began to ride up and revealed a small band of tight skin just above the hips. //Well, I'm glad that that cream was low-fat or skimmed or something.// Amy reached for the empty container. //Cream// it read simply on the front. She turned it around. 'Uh oh!' //Fresh, full-fat double cream, locally produced.// it read on the back. //Well... it's fine as long as that's all I have today, right?// That was the moment when Amy's friend Sarah decided to give her a bell. 'LUNCH??!' Amy exclaimed into the handset, after only just managing to get up in time to answer it. //[[As excited as Sarah sounds to see me, I don't think I can manage lunch!]] [[Ah what the heck, it'd be nice to see her, I'll just eat something light.]]//

Holding her fat tummy in one hand Amy reluctantly agreed to see Sarah for lunch. `* * *` 'So where do you want to go?' Sarah asked her friend from the driver's seat, an excited glint in her eyes. 'Oh, I don't know. You choose, I don't feel like much today.' 'Don't be silly! I've just won a scratch card - look!' Sarah dug out a crinkled piece of glossy paper that was apprently worth £100. Well that would explain her excitement. Amy would have to stay strong, watching Sarah go crazy for lunch wouldn't be easy, but Amy had struggled to find a nice looking blouse that she was able to fully button up, and sitting down in the small car she was very aware of just how bloated she was. 'I think we need a proper treat,' Sarah piped up, 'let's go to that fancy burger place!' Uh oh. The drive to the burger place was not a pleasant one; for one, Sarah was not the smoothest of drivers, but it was the cake and cream that was making Amy feel sick most of all. She could feel her big belly sloshing with every bump and pothole, its weight with every careening corner. Hopefully Sarah didn't notice. At the restaurant the service was very quick. 'Any drinks?' the waitress asked as she laid out the menus. 'Oooh yes,' Sarah said before Amy could respond, 'I heard you do these amazing milkshakes with icecream in them! We'll have two of them please.' 'Sarah...' Amy began, touching Sarah's hand. 'Don't worry, I'll pay. In fact, consider this whole meal a treat for my best friend!' While Sarah was very excitedly selecting the best contenders from the menu, Amy was wondering how best to turn down her offer. Before long the milkshakes had arrived. Amy nearly screamed; no-one told her they came in pint glasses! 'Have you made your selections?' asked the waitress with a smile. 'Sure,' it was Sarah again, 'I'll have a Triple Deluxe with all the trimmings please, and one for my friend too.' //[['Err, actually I'll just have a salad.']] [[Oh, go on then, how often will I get this chance?]]//

'Mmmmmm! Oh my god! Have you tried the milkshake?' Amy couldn't quite believe what was happening on the very first day of her diet. The milkshake was the least of her worries at this point, so she took a sip. 'Oh wow you're right!' This was by far the best milkshake, no, drink that Amy had ever tasted; so sweet and flavourful, and refreshingly cool. She couldn't help but have another sip, then a gulp. She leant back and savoured the sensation of the thick, creamy solution sliding down her throat, and before she realsied it, the milkshake was gone. 'Wow girl, you must have been thirsty!' Sarah looked on in amazment. 'Ah, look, they're coming!' The burgers looked even bigger than they sounded. 'Oh, can you get another milkshake for my friend here, looks like she enjoyed it.' Amy turned bright red as the waitress took her glass. 'Well then, here goes nothing!' Sarah said, not quite sure of the proper way to hold her teetering stack of juicy meats. //It's not fair! How come she's so skinny!// thought Amy as she watched Sarah dig into the enormous burger with abandon. //Well I guess it doesn't hurt if it's just every once in a while.// As Amy bit into her burger, juices sprayed into her mouth releasing flavours that she would not have even been able to imagine before now. She simply had to follow it up with another bite, and another, taken into a paradise of oily meats. Another pint of thick icecream-shake arrived just in time to quench the saltiness of her meal. She downed it in one, releasing her to continue the burger. Amy wasn't even halfway through when Sarah had already finished. 'My god that was amazing!' she said. She signalled to the waitress. 'That was so delicious I simply have to have another, and for my friend too! In fact double them up, and I want a big bowl of chips with plenty of mayo! Oh, and another round of shakes.' Amy had barely finished her first burger when the order arrived. //[[Hah, erm, I don't think so.]] [[It's already too late for my diet, I'll just start it tomorrow.]]//

Amy had never seen six burger patties together before, let alone held it. the tower immediately started toppling as she attempted to eat it, but eat she did. Although she was spurred on by her gluttony, the meal was starting to take its toll. Each bite took longer than the last, which was incredibly frustrating to her as she kept trying to fill her mouth with more and more. Although she hadn't yet noticed, her blouse was getting rather tight and fat flesh bulged out between the stretched buttons. Bit by bit, the burger disappeared into Amy's stomach and eventually she finished it. She was breathing heavily and had to lean back into the chair; her already big belly now full to the brim with oily meat, sugary cake and thick, fatty cream. Amy sat there for a moment, unable to quite believe just how much she had eaten on the first day of her diet. What was even more astonishing is how big skinny little Sarah's appetite was, or so she thought. Amy looked up expecting to see Sarah chowing down, only to see that she'd barely taken a bite out of her second burger. 'Oh God, I think I went a little bit overboard because I won that money. Seriously, I don't think I can finish this, here, you can have it.' Sarah said, pushing the burger to Amy. //[[I... don't really... think...]] [[Ahh! But I don't want to waste something so delicious!]]//

Gluttony prevailed over wisdom as Amy couldn't help but have another taste of that amazing burger. //Haha, it's probably a good thing I'm going to start a diet tomorrow.// Amy was once again too focused on the enormous burger to take notice, but her tummy was getting rather large now. Her blouse was stretched to its limit until... //POP// Amy didn't hear the sound, but everyone else did. Another few bites and another button flew off. Amy felt her blouse become a little looser, just enough for a bit more burger, but there was still a lot to go. As Amy shoved the last morsel in her mouth and started licking her fingers she realised that everyone was looking at her. She looked down and checked out her belly, which looked even more stuffed than it felt. She had managed to pop four buttons of her previously loose blouse, with one heroic soldier hanging on over her belly button, pushing into the fat like string into a cut of meat. That's when the chips and milkshake arrived. Amy was too thirsty to refuse the drink, even though a pint of icecream and full-fat milk was the last thing her diet or this little button needed. She leant back and started to drink. As she did she could feel her belly expanding, and already stetched beyond all limits the heroic little button gave up, throwing her shirt open and revealing her fat, distended belly to the restaurant. She finished the shake and attepted to put it down on the table, but her belly was too swollen for her to lean forward. She put it down on the floor and sat for a moment with both hands on her tummy, barely able to breathe, let alone move. She'd have loved to have been able to say that this was the most stuffed she'd ever been, but she loved food a little too much for that to be true. Besides you don't get to 232lbs without over-eating a few too many times, although she dreaded to think what 15 burger patties, 4 pints of icecream and an entire chocolate cake with a tub of double cream would do to her waistline. So far her diet had been a net gain, she wasn't very good at this. //Oh no! I forgot about the chips.// Amy thought as she looked across the table. Sarah looked like she was feeling a little better though and had called over the waitress. 'Did you enjoy your meal? I can wrap up those chips for you to take home if you want?' //They do doggy bags here? Damn it! Why didn't I think of that?// After paying, Sarah had to help Amy out of her seat. Panting heavily and barely able to move, Amy had to take a walk of shame out of the restaurant, everyone staring at her open shirt. //They must all think I'm such a pig! But I'm on a diet, I swear!// 'Wow Amy, you sure can pack it away can't you.' //I had wondered earlier how Sarah could be so skinny, but now I can see what the difference between us is.// 'You must have set a new record or something because they gave us this 50% off voucher. Oh wow, that's cool, you can use an unlimited number of times over the next month. I should take you out more if you're going to win me cool stuff like that!' It was a struggle to get into Sarah's tiny car. Once sat down Amy noticed that she had to spread her legs to make space for her huge belly, it definitely hadn't filled her lap quite this much before. She tried to put on her seatbelt but it was a real struggle. 'Sorry Amy, can you move your thigh, it's pressing against the gear stick.' //This is so damn embarrassing, but I don't think I can.// `* * *` It took Amy a full day to recover from her feast. Eventually her belly went down, although not quite all the way down to the size it had been before. Much the same could be said for her breasts and bum, which had shared the brunt of her over-indulgence. This was now the first day of her diet proper, but after skipping breakfast she was hungry. //Hmm, what should I do for lunch? The fridge is looking pretty bare.// In fact the fridge would have been considered pretty well stocked by most people, but Amy was used to significantly more substantial meals. //What to do, what to do...// //[[Maybe I'll just have some fruit.]] [[Oh, but I do have the voucher for that burger place.]]//

Before she knows it a week has passed and it's time for the first weigh-in. Amy was feeling pretty good about it, after all she'd only make one or two trips to the burger place, (well, maybe a couple more if she was being honest), but she felt like she'd been a good girl and now was the time to see the results of her efforts. She stepped onto the scale, naked, as she didn't want any clothing to affect the results, not to mention it was all still a bit too tight. The scale creaked and the dial span back and forth, eventually settling on... [[Next]]

'250 POUNDS!!' Amy screamed! //How could I have put //on// weight?? I've been so careful. God, 250 lbs, I'm getting really chubby now.// She looked down and stroked her tummy. There was no mistaking it, it was bigger. In fact an extra layer of softness had spread all over her body; she could no-longer do up the buttons of any of her jeans and had given up with bras entirely. Anyway, now she was serious. `* * *` Amy had never been to a gym before, although I'm sure that doesn't come as a surprise. It took her a while to find some clothes to go in as she was determined not to buy any new clothes until she lost some weight, but this was starting to have its drawbacks. She was wearing an old pair of sweatpants that used to be loose, but that she had had to leave open at the top in order to fit. A way too big t-shirt that an aunt had bought her one birthday had come in handy too, although she had to keep pulling it down. She got a few funny looks as she went in. After walking on the treadmill for 20 mintues Amy was proud of herself, but she was getting out of breathe now. The whole time she was walking she was aware of her fat shaking around, but unfortunately there was little other option for her as she was too big for most of the other machines. Exhausted now she waddled over to reception. She had heard that people who go to the gym drink protein shakes, and she was quite fond of the idea, so she bought two tubs, one strawberry flavour and, she couldn't resist, the other in chocolate. Now, Amy wasn't one for reading instructions, after all, it was a milkshake, how hard could it be? She only had full-fat milk in the fridge, but that was ok. She pulled out her enormous 4-pint blender and poured in the enitre contents of the first tub, filling it to the brim with milk. The shake was very thick, but surprisingly tasty, she finished off the 4 pints in no time. The milkshake didn't quite compare to the ones she was used to at the burger place, but it was very satisfying after a hard day at the gym. Despite feeling quite full after the first one she was excited to try the chocolate one. Again, in went the powder and milk, and down went the shake. As she swallowed her stomach got tighter and tighter and visibly expanded, pushing up her already too-small t-shirt. When she had finally finished her belly was taut and round. Wow, the milkshakes really were filling. Amy looked down and saw how her belly was sticking out. She tried to pull her shirt down again but this time it wouldn't even cover the top of her huge swollen belly. She gave it a rub, feeling it's smooth, perfect roundess, and burped. She was very full now. //Hmm, maybe it's some sort of appetite suppressant. Hey, if it means I get to have one of these every day I guess going to the gym ain't so bad.// she thought. //And if it makes me feel this full it means I won't eat anything else during the day, which has been my main problem.// Of course, if Amy had read the packaging, she would have realised that there was no appetite suppressant, but that each tub was supposed to contain 50 portions. That's when she heard something come through the letter box. It was an advertisment for a new all-you-can-eat buffet that had apparently just opened up this week. //[[Hah! The universe may try to tempt me!]] [[Oh, but it comes with a free coupon, and it's only valid today!]]//

When she arrived at the place she was still bloated from the protein shakes, but the aromas coming from this place were astonishing. It was one of these 'fusion cooking' places, with a mixture of Indian, Chinese and other cuisines. Amy felt much more at home here than at the gym, she waved the coupon at the lady behind the bar and was nodded toward the dining area. As she waddled over towards a stack of plates and cutlery Amy got a few odd looks directed towards her unintentional crop-top, but she was too preoccupied to notice. Laid out before her was a magnificent sight. Amy counted about 20 or more different dishes on display, with nice big spoons dug into them. //I'll just have one plateful.// She told herself. //I've really got to start watching my waistline after this morning's shock!// Talking of which she glanced down at her waistline and gave it a pat. Her tight, exposed belly shook a little and gurgled. Amy filled her plate with what she considered a normal amount of a few of the different dishes that piqued her interest. She had had much practice stacking food and so managed to construct quite an impressive tower using curried chicken, spiced cheeses and a rather large helping of sweet yellow rice, amongst other things. She took her carefully balanced plate over to a table and sat down. //Hmm, the chairs are weirdly small here.// They weren't. //Oh well, here we go!// Oh dear. Her first bite was a cascade of glorious flavours. She couldn't help but have another, and another. Any feeling of fullness immediately vanished and was replaced by a hunger for more... more! Spoon after spoon of delicious, spicy fat and delightfully sweet carbs slid down into her ever tightening stomach. Amy licked the first plate clean and sat back in her chair, hand on stomach. //[[Sigh... I suppose that's it.]] [[Oh, are those dumplings? Ok maybe I'll just try a little more.]]//

After some effort Amy rose from her seat and found herself at the buffet tables again for what must have been the 4th, or maybe 5th time. She wasn't keeping track. With a bowl in one hand and a plate in the other she was scraping up the last of one of the dishes. Her chair creaked as it took her weight. Amy paused for a moment, breathing heavily, but grabbed her spoon, spurred on by a need to try every dish in this amazing place. Her tastebuds were unable to fully comprehend the richness of the meals here. Each mouthful made her fuller and fuller, but she couldn't stop. The last of her dishes slid down her throat, but she still wasn't satisfied. She needed more! Amy took her plates and tried to stand up, but found that she couldn't. She slumped back down into her chair and rubbed her swollen stomach, completely hard and packed to the brim. Her top was barely a bra at this point and she had to pull her leggings down below her belly. All in all there was a lot of naked flesh on display. She was easily the biggest she had ever been. Amy beckoned to the lady behind the bar. 'Is everything okay?' 'By god, yes! It's delicious! Best food I've ever had!' Amy turned bright red. 'But erm, could you grab me some of the teriyaki and the chow mein please, I'm erm... just a little too full to get up.' Amy was so embarressed, but the lady brought her the food and she ate it all until her tummy started to touch the table. Amy called the lady over once more. 'Oh that was lovely, err.. thanks for bringing it over. Can I have some more of the lamb...' 'I'm sorry,' the lady interjected, 'I'm afraid we're all out... of everything.' 'Aww no way! I hadn't finished yet.' Amy tried to get up again but couldn't even lean forward at this point. 'Would you like a hand?' the lady asked. Amy was absolutely mortified, but she had no choice except to let the lady help her up and walk her outside. `* * *` As Amy shuffled painfully down the aisle of the bus she couldn't help but notice her huge, naked belly brush against one of the seated passengers. People were having to avert their eyes from her mound of exposed, silky skin, as she clumsily tried to squeeze herself into a seat. Panting, she realised that, however she sat, her belly would be touching the back of the seat in front, not to mention that her thighs, which were not quite the shape that the seat had been designed for. Back at home Amy took to the sofa as if it were a long-lost friend, and after nursing her stomach ache the only way she knew how (buy nibbling on a box of chocolates) it was time for bed. As she drifted of to sleep she felt remorse over having lost control again and made a promise to herself: //[[I'll never go there again!]] [[Except that I've got nothing for lunch tomorrow, oh and I didn't get to try every meal, so just for tomorrow!]]//

A month had passed since that eventfull day at the buffet. Upon returning the next day Amy had found to both her simultaneous delight and dread, that the buffet changed the meals that they served on a daily basis. More delicious new flavours to try, but more food to eat. Between that and her friends inviting her out, Amy had been distracted from her diet had been putting off the dreaded weigh-in, knowing that she had probably put on a few pounds, but determined to get back into the routine she bust out her diary and took to the scales. 'Right, so I was, err, 250 last... oh gosh has it been a month? I've had a few trips out recently so I'm probably around 260?? Wow I sure hope I havn't gone up to 270!' Amy looked up at the mirror. She was stark naked, not that she had much choice; her jammies, as loose and stretchy as they were, were just a little bit too impossible to put on for her tastes and she hadn't been able to fit in any of her bras for a couple of weeks. She gave the culprits a feel, it's a shame they weren't the only part of her that had grown; her belly gurgled as if to respond, still full from the night before. //Here goes!// As she stepped onto the scale it made its ususal creaking sound before a vastly more terrifying cracking one. Amy froze. BANG! The scale cracked straight down the middle, but not before Amy saw the needle shoot straight up to 300lbs, the highest point on the dial. She looked down at herself, her beautiful, soft flesh stretching out before her. 'Great.' So, a new pair of scales was promptly ordered, a fancy new digital one that was aledgedly much tougher than those old-fasioned types, which she was sure she had read somewhere get innacurate with age anyway. Deciding to write 270 into the diary she got dressed into her... into... her... 'GAH, COME ON!!' into her new favourite (only) panties, a nice, roomy skirt (as long as she didn't worry about the zipper) and a zip up track suit top that she would never have dreamt she'd wear outside, or that it'd be anything other than several sizes too big. After the zip got stuck several times on its way up she sighed. Amy had promised herself not to buy any more clothes until she lost weight, but at this point she had to accept defeat. `* * *` After a hearty breakfast Amy met Sarah at the shopping centre at about lunch time. Sarah was looking annoyingly stylish as ever with her trim body, next to her Amy looked like a balloon about to burst. 'Shall we get something to eat first?' Amy suggested, feeling hungry already, 'You know how we lose track of time when we're shopping.' 'Gladly! I could do with a bite to eat.' //Lucky you, eh. You could have more than a bite and no-one would notice.// In the dining area there were a few choices for food: //[[Hmm, 'Vegetaria - Oriental Salad Bar'. Looks very... healthy.]] [[Or there's good old fried chicken, hmm decisions.]]//

So decisions were made and fried chicken was bought. It worked out cheaper to get a 'family-sized' bucket to split between the two of them. Unfortunately, as Amy dived in with reckless abandon, she failed to notice that Sarah got full after just two pieces. Soon the bucket was empty and Amy was licking her fingers when she noticed something that interested her greatly. 'Hey do you see that sign? "Free refills", I assumed that was just for the drinks but it doesn't say so.' 'Well hey, there's only one way to find out, why don't you go ask.' Sarah replied, still feeling stuffed. Amy got back to the stall with bucket in hand, and before she even said a word the woman serving snatched the bucket from her and refilled it to the brim. 'Oh, err thanks.' Amy said meekly, as she was too polite to refuse (and had also secretly been hoping for this). The second bucket went down a bit slower than the first, but Amy did like her fried chicken, and this one was especially greasey. Perfect! Her fat thighs had already been bulging out of her skirt where the zipper should have been done up, but now after all that chicken her belly was attempting to escape the zipper on her top as well. Just as Amy swallowed the final piece of chicken her belly managed to break through at its widest point, smooth, fat flesh squeezing through the broken zip. She patted her tight stomach, pleasantly stuffed. //Right, well I probably shouldn't have done that, but all the same I'm glad i did.// That was when the chicken lady came over to their table and without a word replaced the bucket with a new one, once again overflowing with greasey chicken. It took a moment for Amy to process what had happened, by which time the lady was out of sight. 'You don't have to force youself, it's only free.' Sarah said, as Amy instinctually reached for the bucket. 'I'm not,' Amy said out of embarrasment, she couldn't stop now her friend had called her out. Besides, she a part of her was still very, very hungry. Amy relished every bite as the fatty food slid into her expanding belly, meanwhile the split in her top was growing proportionally. //Right, phew, just one piece left.// Three families worth of junk food was taking its toll but she may as well finish now, but as she swallowed the very last bite, her very last top fit her no more. 'Gasp - Amy! You're tummy!' Sarah said with a strained whisper. 'Oh God!' Amy looked around nervously and tried to cover herself, although at her current size that was a bit of a task. //Oh and I'm not wearing a bra!! This couldn't get any worse.// It was definately time for clothes shopping now. Amy tried to shimmy out of her seat but found herself stuck. //Damnit! If they're going to have fixed seating they really ought to make them big enough for everyone.// Sarah had to help her overfed friend out of her seat and they hurried out of the dining area Amy was painfully aware of the show that she had given in there. They both shot into the first clothing shop they saw, Amy clutching onto the sides of her jacket, desperately trying to pull it over as much of her body as she could. The expression the shopkeeper gave didn't make her feel better. 'Hello, I'm just browsing, thank you.' Amy tried to say calmly, quickly putting some distance between them. Sarah meanwhile was already distracted. 'Oooh, hey this is cute, I could really see you in this Amy, what size are you?' Amy froze, she had no idea. The biggest they had on the stand was a 30. God, no way was she that fat! She grabbed a size 26. `* * *` //Oh come on, please, PLEASE fit! I know I'm full at the minute but even so.// 'Err, Sarah, can you grab me that 30.' Amy tried to say as nonchalently as possible. In reality she was in shock, she had always thought of size 30 as a size reserved for enormous fat pigs and had always been amused at the possibility that someone could ever get that big, but since even a 28 was way too small, she was starting to get worried. 'Here you go, Amy.' Sarah pushed the size 30 through the curtain. 'Actually, could you come in and help me.' Amy could feel her face turning red. 'Sure, always happy to help when it comes to clothes! So which outfit did you want to try on first?' //[[So that button-up cardigan looks pretty cute... and stretchy.]]//

With her belly so full and distended, Amy was finding it a bit of a struggle to move around the changing room. Sarah also found it difficult, and kept accidentally brushing against the tight, bare flesh. 'Right, arms out.' Sarah would probably make a great mother, but right now Amy couldn't be more embarrased at having to be helped with clothes. One pudgy arm through, and now the other. The material was lovely and soft, and ever so stretchy. 'What's this one?' 'Err, a 34. I asked and it was the biggest thing they had in stock.' //EEK! Why'd she have to ask??!// Still, if this didn't fit, Amy would be in a lot of trouble. 'Okay now let's get these button's done up.' Sarah managed to stretch the first button closed over Amy's breasts. 'Cor' I wish I had knockers like yours.' She added, grabbing a handful without asking. 'Hey knock it off!' Amy knocked her friend's hand aside, a motion that sent her fat tits swaying. 'Besides, you wouldn't want what comes with them.' The second button came less easily and Amy was starting to worry, as looking down she could see they still had quite a hill to climb. It wasn't long before she had to help Sarah stretch the buttons into place. Amy was panting quite heavily now, still very, very full. Sarah knelt down to finish off the last button. 'It's embarrasing to have you this close.' Amy said, realising as she said it that Sarah wouldn't actually be close if she wasn't so fat. 'Hey don't be embarrased, actually you've got great skin up close, very soft.' Sarah stood up and stroked the gap between two of the overstretched buttons near Amy's belly button. 'Aah stop I'm ticklish!' Amy shrieked before her sudden movement popped one of the buttons where her poor cardigan was stretched the most. They both froze as they heard the sound, and Amy turned slowly to see her reflection. Between every button poked out a bulge of pink, fat tummy, most of all at her belly button, which was peeking out through its newly-formed window. Without a bra and with the top stretched as tight as it was, the shapes of Amy's nipples were distinctly embossed into the fabric, and just the bit of her bosom that was overflowing the V-neck was by itself more fat than Sarah probably had on her entire body. //[[Great, well now it's broken I guess I'll have to buy it.]]//

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//Well maybe it'll fit me when I'm not so full.// Amy was trying not to be dejected about the ill-fitting top she'd just had to buy. //Besides what better motivation do I have to diet?// The car hit a pothole and Amy felt her fat, jiggly body shake with the movement. She adjusted in her seat slightly and let out a little sound of shock as her exposed naval touched the cold plastic of the glovebox in front of her. 'Oops sorry.' Sarah said, mistankenly thinking it was because she'd touched Amy's thigh, which was currently pressed into the handbrake, a sliver of shiney skin poking out through a bust seam. Amy didn't listen; she was still recovering from how everyone was looking at her as she left, gasping from a painfully bloated stomach, jiggling fat pouring out of every opening of the biggest clothes she could find. She'd been such a pig, eaten so much. She just couldn't say no to greasy, fattening foods. She'd be unable to say no, and just eat and eat until ready to burst and yet still want more. Sarah had to help Amy huffing and puffing into her house. Amy sat down heavily, although there was plenty of padding to absorb the impact. The poor old kitchen chair creaked as she did so and she felt some of the joints move from the force. Her soft body took a moment to settle down, after which she put a hand on her stomach and just took a moment to catch her breath. Her thighs were spilling over the sides of the chair quite significantly, and her ass cheeks were soft enough to squeeze through the rungs in the backrest. 'Well that was quite an adventure, I'm quite worn out now.' Sarah piped up after taking off her coat. 'Oh... that reminds me,' Amy said through gasps of air, 'I've done a lot of walking today so I should have my protein shake.' 'Really? Should you have any more?' Sarah wasn't the judgemental type, but she gave a quizzicle look when she heard this. 'It's okay... it's just protein... it's for my diet.' 'Oh, okay then.' Sarah wan't certain when Amy told her to use a whole tub of protein power, but she didn't know enough about working out to question it. Amy stayed seated, instructing her friend with the best way to prepare it, which involved two large jugs of full-fat milk, a pint of double cream and some naughty extra sugar. Amy had developed this recipe over the last few weeks, and had found that with the most recent additions it was best to put it in the blender in two goes, so that it didn't overflow. The first pitcher came with a few drops dribbling down the sides, clearly Sarah hadn't got the quantities perfectly. 'Can you help me?' Sarah lifted the thick, sweet sauce of a week or more's fat and protein to the lips of her enormously bloated friend. Amy gulped it down with impressive speed, even though she had just hours ago gorged herself to bursting. Although she told herself it was part of her diet and excersize routine, Amy had secretly come to look forward to these shakes, and no matter how much she had eaten that day she wouldn't have missed this for anything. *Gulp, gulp, gulp,* she showed no signs of slowing. Her head tilted back with greedy ambition for the last dregs at the bottom of the pitcher. She put both hands on her stomach as they went down. 'Wow you certainly finished that off.' Sarah looked impressed. 'You're clearly taking your weight-loss routine seriously!' Amy was slouched in the chair, the hands on her belly rising and falling with long, deep breaths. The poor old top couldn't physically be stretched any tighter, and between each button pushed out more fat than you could hope to grab in one hand. She indicated towards the blender. 'Oh yes, almost forgot.' Sarah whizzed up the second batch for Amy, which was absolutely brimming. Carefully she took it over to poor it into the accepting mouth. Down it went, an untold number of calories into the unsuspecting glutton. Deep down Amy knew it wasn't actually helping her lose weight, she wasn't that stupid. She knew what was in it. She knew how stuffed it made her feel. But she was also quite happy in her ignorance. She could indulge in something so ludicrously fattening, yet tell herself it was good for her. She wasn't blind, she could tell how huge she was, could feel how her greedy, indulgent figure bounced and shook with every subtle movement. But right now she didn't care. Right now she was having her milkshake. The last drops slid obediently out of the pitcher and into the bottomless pit of a girl. At this point her skin was very clearly visible through the material of both her cardigan and her skirt. It was truly amazing that both were still on there, although the skirt no longer covered her crotch, and her panties which dug sharply into her sides were completely hidden by rolls of fat on every quater. The skin on her belly was red and shiney, and as hard as a medicine ball. Amy could no longer reach her naval so was clutching the upper portion of her stomach, which had visibly expanded to push her breasts up into her face. Every breath was now accompanied by a moan. Sarah turned back to the blender. 'Right so I've put the rest of the ingredients in but it doesn't make a full jug, have I done it right?' Uh oh, either Sarah wasn't paying attention or Amy misremembered the quantities, either way Amy wasn't sure she fancied a third of a tub of protein powder with just a cup of milk. 'In the freezer... ice cream.' Amy had impressed herself with restraint, as despite buying the two litre tub of strawberry icecream more than three days ago she still hadn't eaten it. She was glad she'd saved it now as she was boiling after swallowing all that shake and was looking forward to something to cool her down. The blender audibly struggled with the load, clearly not designed with this in mind. On the bright side the mixture was too thick to overflow the blender so Sarah could just about fit the whole tub in. Still despite it's thickness it was no match for Amy who gulped it down, relishing the cool, sweet blend of chocolate and strawberry. She might be on to a real winning combination here. This time the mixture was thick and heavy enough for Amy to actually feel it expanding her belly. Bigger and bigger it grew until her buttons popped and seams split. She was so tight, but she hadn't even started. Another gulp, another button, another line of stitches. Compressed, fat flesh oozed into the new space it was afforded. Her eyes were closed with the pleasure of expanding. Her belly painfully tight, its skin red and taught. She could feel the buttons dig into her enormous gut, and relished the release as they audibly pinged off. More, more, another gulp of god knows how much pure fat and calories went into this growing girl. She couldn't think, only feel, and as she swallowed the last bit of shake her shirt flew open, skirt tore right along both sides and the chair creaked its last, legs buckling to the floor, leaving her sitting there naked and swollen, barely able to breathe. She tried to massage her belly, but found herself unable to reach most of it. Nonetheless she ran her hands along her tight, silken skin and up to her stomach, as hard and as big as a boulder. She might have eaten just a little bit too much. //[[Wow, maybe I shouldn't have had that last one.]] [[But it was so tasty! I'll have to have that again some time.]]//

So another month goes by and Amy went down the stairs, every conceivable part of her jiggling along the way, as she was now used to. The delivery man was a little surprised to have the door opened by someone who filled the whole door frame, and he noticed as the door brushed her completely exposed belly as she opened it towards her. Amy was excited that her new clothes had arrived. Twice now she had ordered from this site, each time checking her measurements against the size chart, but by the time her clothes had arrived they would be too small for her. This time she had ordered a few sizes too big, figuring that their sizing must have been off. The first item was a lovely bright sundress, loose fitting and breezey, perfect for summer. She pulled it down, stretching it over her generous chest, then her ever growing belly, and for her last trick, her ass and hips, which admittedly also included the bottom of her belly. As she approached the mirror she bumped her belly into it, even though she wasn't quite close enough to touch it with her hands. She turned to her side and had to take a step away to see all of herself at once, bumping her soft hip against the opposite wall. Well, it did nothing to hide her size, and there was a clear dimple where her naval was, but it did in fact fit her. Although this victory was shortlived as she turned round fully to see the open zipper at the back. The one with a roll of fat sticking out of it, the one she couldn't quite reach, the one that she wouldn't be able to do up anyway. Next were a couple of swimsuits. The first was a more traditional style one-piece. It wasn't quite as loose and stetchy as the sundress, so it was a bit of a struggle but on it went. She looked like a tellytubby who'd had an accident in a helium factory. It rode uncomfortably up into her crotch, but luckily no-one would be able to see anything between those two thighs. Of course whereever the influence of the swimsuit stopped, soft skin squeezed out like toothpaste from a tube, most noticably on the U-neck bosom, which no matter how hard Amy positioned it, couldn't quite contain both her nipples. Of course it didn't help that her stomach, still full from last night's feast was pushing them up out of their territory. The other swimsuit was a bikini. Someone small could have spent a night under the bottoms, although, once on her, you could barely tell they were there at all. The top was pretty cute and had some dangly, frilly bits at the front that tickled the top of her stomach. For a moment Amy adjusted her breasts and marvelled at their size. She knew they were big, but seeing her own hands against them in the mirror put a perspective to their size. More than a handfull was certainly an understatement; there would have been no way to cover even one of them up with both hands, so this bikini top better not fall off. That said, this was still the most successful of the new outfits, although this was mostly due to it not having to cover her middle. While hanging up her new haul she saw the unopened box of that new scale she'd bought to replace the old one. Her heart sank as she realised she'd put off a weigh in for well over a month now, and having just ordered the biggest sized of clothing she could find, she needed to watch her weight now more than ever. With horror Amy realised she couldn't see the scales. Looking down there was just fat stretching out for what seemed like miles. She wasn't even standing on it yet. Feeling with her feet she stepped on and waited with baited breath. //'4 -- 3 -- 3'// Read out a mechanical voice, as cold as the glass it was speaking from. Amy instinctively put her hands on her tummy. //Well, err... I'm still wearing my bikini... and err, I still a bit full from last night, so...// There was no use searching for excuses, as none could possibly amount to more than a hundred pounds. //It's that damned ice-cream.// Unfortunately for Amy this couldn't have come at a worse time, as she was due to spend a holiday down on the southern coast with Sarah, who no doubt had got a gorgeous beach body with little to no effort. She had payed upfront and for all inclusive drinks, meals, the works, but right now she wasn't so sure it would be the right idea, especially with her previous experience of going, shall we say, a little overboard with the meals while on her last trip away. She heard a horn outside. Must be Sarah in her tiny car. She sighed; it was going to be a long trip. [[To the beach!]]

Amy was packed solid into Sarah's car, which was nearly touching the ground on the passenger side. Every part of hers; her thighs, her belly, her ass, were all touching the boundries to her seating area. If she wasn't careful with her diet on this holiday she may end up not having a ride home! She heaved herself out of the seat and had a stretch, noticing a cold gust of air against her belly which her t-shirt no-longer covered. It had been tight enough already that morning, but a stop at the motorway service station hadn't done it any favours. After checking in at the hotel Sarah suggested that they head straight for the holiday's main attraction; the beach. The two girls decided to put on their swimsuits under their clothes, but it wasn't long before there was a problem. 'Err, Sarah? Can you help me?' It was Amy of course, emerging from the hotel room's bathroom topless, trying in vain to cover her enormous bosom with her arms. Feeling a little embaressed about her recent weight gain she had attempted to put on her one-piece in the hopes that it would somewhat hide the size of her body. Although it had fit just a week prior, there was no such luck now. Sarah was topless herself, be she had never really cared about nakedness, and without hesitation came to Amy's aid. 'Don't look, okay!' 'How can I help you if I don't look? Come on, stop being so shy.' They had abandoned the one-piece and were now onto the bikini, which was presenting its own challenges. 'Wow, would look at these melons!' 'Hey! I said...' 'Hah, look at me in comparison, one of your cups covers my whole chest!' Sarah held Amy's bikini top up to herself, and it was true, she could have worn it like a vest. `* * *` Much later the two girls were walking along the beach. 'God this beach is huge!' It was indeed huge, Amy could only barely see where it ended on the horizon, and they'd already been walking for the thirty minutes. Amy had to keep pulling down her t-shirt, which was determined to show off the soft skin of her belly, which was still pleasantly warm and full from the large portion of fish and chips Amy had got on the way down from the hotel. 'Oh hey, look at that.' Amy was quite relieved that Sarah wanted to stop. She paused for a second and adjusted her too-tight bikini top, which was squeezing fat out of the sides, top and bottom of the cups, which along with all the shaking they did as she walked, was getting very uncomfortable. 'Oh wow! I only thought they did these sorts of things in America: Look, it's an honest-to-God eating competition!' Sarah turned to Amy with a greedy look on her face. 'Come on, let's enter, I bet we could ace it! We've always made a great team when it comes to eating. //[[Pfft, she has to be kidding right, I'm barely in this bikini as it is.]] [[Ooh, it's jam doughnuts, and look, there's a prize!]]//

Once again Sarah's eyes were bigger than her stomach, after an enthusiastic start she peaked at her third doughnut and had spent the last ninety seconds picking at her fourth. Amy on the other hand had the opposite problem, and had completely lost count as soon as the overly-sweet jam and deep-fried dough hit her palate. 'Amy, I think I'm done.' Sarah turned painfully to look at her friend. 'Woah! But by the looks of it you're carrying the team, you're really packing them away.' Although the comment was intended as encouragement, Amy couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt accompanying what was either her 15th or 25th doughnut on its way down into her tank of a gut. 'Wooooo! You go girl!' Sarah was having far too much fun. Amy briefly glanced up bwteen fistfuls of sugary dough to notice that quite a crowd had gathered to watch the competition. Luckily the jam smeared on her cheeks covered her blush. Knowing how many eyes were on her the only thing she could think to do was look down and keep on eating. She was embarrassed to be seen gorging herself like this, but stopping now people were watching would be even worse. 'Ugh, Sarah, can you help me?' Amy turned to her friend as she became too full to lean into the table any more, having her friend feed the doughnuts to her. Somehow Sarah was even faster at delivering them to her mouth than Amy had been, never had her jaw had to work so hard to keep up. 'Hey aren't you getting too full?' Amy asked with a look of genuine concern as she looked at Amy's immense, distended gut, slowing down her rate of supply. 'No... keep... going. I've still got more... room...' 'Alright, I think the competition's nearly finished now anyway.' This was music to Amy's ears, as she'd never felt this full before. This was entirely uncharted ground for her and she was starting to worry she wouldn't be able to take any more. She was completely unaware of her surroundings. As far as Amy knew at that moment, the universe consisted of her mouth and an endless line of doughnuts. The only sense of hers still functioning properly was that of taste, and it was compeltely saturated by the intensely sweet fruitiness being shoveled down her gullet by the bucketload. With each gult her belly became tighter, a feeling was spread to other parts of her body until it almost felt as though she was literally stuffed to the toes. In a stuffed stupour she imagined that doughnut was coming out of her ears, blocking up her brain so that she wouldn't have to think any more, only eat. And eat she did. Past the point of comfort, well beyond reason and far, far exceeding even the most cartoonish of overindulgence. She ate until her bikini bottom turned into a string thong, then she ate until it became stretched like a rubber band, then continued until it snapped like one. 'It's fine... keep feeding...' she managed to mutter under her breath, only vaguely aware of Sarah's concern. Her friend was good at feeding, and Amy was good at being fed. Platter after platter of doughnuts went down her throat, barely registering as individual pieces. Her belly swelled in all direction to accomomdate this incredible volume of fat, diligently digesting it to later spread it all around her body, endlessly thickening every and every proportion. 'Right, just 20 more seconds.' Amy didn't hear the referee call. 'Okay then, come on, last one.' she ignored her friend saying. With her very last doughnut her packed belly pushed yet harder up on her breasts, finally tipping the careful balance that allowed had allowed her bikini top to be worn over a pair of breasts that were about twice as big as it had been intended for. As the referee called time her bikini top pinged off, never to be seen again, letting her enormous, firm, fat tits to slap noisily down onto her almost prefectly round belly, sending a little ripple through the layer of taughtly pulled fat. `* * *` Several hours later she woke up on the beach. 'Oh hey, how do you feel?' Sarah had rolled her rotund friend onto a beach towel and made sure she was shaded, and was presently reading a book next to her. 'Uhh, what happened? Wait, where's my bikini top?' 'Oh we won of course!' Sarah exclaimed, shaking a wad of food vouchers, 'Don't worry, they said you can be nude on this beach so it's fine. The ref said he'd never seen anyone eat so many doughnuts before. We ended up eating about twice as many as all the other teams combined! How's that for a super-power?' She nudged Amy sharply in the side. 'Ooof, ah, careful, geez I'm still really full. Wait, are you telling me that I didn't need to eat all that and we still would have won?' 'I guess you wanted to be safer rather than sorry.' Amy tried to sit up, but found that her huge, great, overinflated, novelty-sized beachball of fat and food made it not only difficult, but actually physically impossible. The movement made her tummy grumble. 'Hey, I was just thinking about going to get an ice-cream, want me to bring you one?' 'Hahaha, there's no wa...' Amy started reflexively, but if she was honest with herself she was actually feeling a bit peckish, despite the warm, dull pain of fullness in her belly. Amy took a moment to look down at herself where she lay on that bright, sunny beach. Stark naked and hugely obese. And to think she'd been ashamed to have been 230 lbs, she was now probably over double that and she didn't see any way she could prevent herself from getting even bigger. 'Actually, yeah, go on then.'

Amy munched away on the toast with delight, each mouthful bringing new flavours of the sweet jams. Once again her mind started to wander and soon enough all six pieces were gone. //Seriously? I swear I only had two or three. Ugh, it's probably fine, they say that skipping breakfast is actually //bad// for a diet!// Even after finishing the toast she didn't quite feel satisfied. Before she knew it she was at the fridge, looking for something else to fill her up. //Whoops, that was close, old habits die hard I guess.// //[[Nope, I've had enough now.]] [[Oooh, actually, how long has that cream been there?]]//

Amy was beaming with energy, determined to make good on her new resolution. Unfortunately, so distracted by the thrill of her newfound motivation she accidentally made six thick pieces of toast for breakfast, instead of grabbing a banana as she had intended. Lathered in butter and jam, each one was a different flavour, as was habitual for her mornings (yes, her cupboards were always well stocked with tasty treats). It was only as she sat down to eat that she remembered. //Woah, that was close, I wasn't thinking. Oh well, I've made them now.// //[[I should probably only eat one... or maybe two.]] [[Well - I've made them now, probably shouldn't just throw them away.]]//

//Fine, enough is enough, but I should probably chuck out this cream though.// she thought to herself. //Oh, it's not actually passed its sell-by date yet, and it's nearly full, what a waste. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have a bit before I throw it away, but what to have it on?// She looked through the fridge until she found just the thing, a large chocolate cake she'd bought yesterday from a little bakery. She'd only had one slice so far... (okay, a big one, but still just one!) She cut herself a nice chunk and poured some of the cream on top. Grabbing a fork she dug in. //Oh I forgot how good this was!!// She'd only taken a couple of bites when she realised that there was still a lot of cream left; she'd hardly made a dent. //Well I've got to use this up today.// she thought, pouring on even more until the cake was practically floating in it. //Good job this is low-fat cream!// Before long she'd finished her slice and polished off the cream, but the pot was still pretty full. //[[I think that's quite enough for now.]] [[Gah - but I can't let it go to waste!]]//

//Aaargh, but it's so tasty! Okay I'll just have one more... Besides, I need to finish this cream.// She grabbed another slice, and another. The time flew by and before she knew it the cream was finally finished! Oh, and the cake too. She exhaled heavily, holding a hand over her bloated stomach. Her t-shirt had began to ride up and revealed a small band of tight skin just above the hips. //Well, I'm glad that that cream was low-fat or skimmed or something.// Amy reached for the empty container. //Cream// it read simply on the front. She turned it around. 'Uh oh!' //Fresh, full-fat double cream, locally produced.// it read on the back. //Well... it's fine as long as that's all I have today, right?// That was the moment when Amy's friend Sarah decided to give her a bell. 'LUNCH??!' Amy exclaimed into the handset, after only just managing to get up in time to answer it. //[[As excited as Sarah sounds to see me, I don't think I can manage lunch!]] [[Ah what the heck, it'd be nice to see her, I'll just eat something light.]]//

Holding her fat tummy in one hand Amy just barely managed to somehow decline an offer of eating out. 'Oh don't be silly, I'll be over in ten.' her friend replied, hanging up before Amy could think up a plausible excuse. `* * *` 'So where do you want to go?' Sarah asked her friend from the driver's seat, an excited glint in her eyes. 'Oh, I don't know. You choose, I don't feel like much today.' 'Don't be silly! I've just won a scratch card - look!' Sarah dug out a crinkled piece of glossy paper that was apprently worth £100. Well that would explain her excitement. Amy would have to stay strong, watching Sarah go crazy for lunch wouldn't be easy, but Amy had struggled to find a nice looking blouse that she was able to fully button up, and sitting down in the small car she was very aware of just how bloated she was. 'I think we need a proper treat,' Sarah piped up, 'let's go to that fancy burger place!' Uh oh. The drive to the burger place was not a pleasant one; for one, Sarah was not the smoothest of drivers, but it was the cake and cream that was making Amy feel sick most of all. She could feel her big belly sloshing with every bump and pothole, its weight with every careening corner. Hopefully Sarah didn't notice. At the restaurant the service was very quick. 'Any drinks?' the waitress asked as she laid out the menus. 'Oooh yes,' Sarah said before Amy could respond, 'I heard you do these amazing milkshakes with icecream in them! We'll have two of them please.' 'Sarah...' Amy began, touching Sarah's hand. 'Don't worry, I'll pay. In fact, consider this whole meal a treat for my best friend!' While Sarah was very excitedly selecting the best contenders from the menu, Amy was wondering how best to turn down her offer. Before long the milkshakes had arrived. Amy nearly screamed; no-one told her they came in pint glasses! 'Have you made your selections?' asked the waitress with a smile. 'Sure,' it was Sarah again, 'I'll have a Triple Deluxe with all the trimmings please, and one for my friend too.' //[['Err, actually I'll just have a salad.']] [[Oh, go on then, how often will I get this chance?]]//

'I'm sorry, but the salad's off today.' the waitress replied matter-of-factly, shooting down any chance of Amy excusing herself. 'Nah, she'll have the same as me.' And with that the waitress disappeared, returning not long after with two teetering platters. 'Mmmmmm! Oh my god! Have you tried the milkshake?' Amy couldn't quite believe what was happening on the very first day of her diet. The milkshake was the least of her worries at this point, so she took a sip. 'Oh wow you're right!' This was by far the best milkshake, no, drink that Amy had ever tasted; so sweet and flavourful, and refreshingly cool. She couldn't help but have another sip, then a gulp. She leant back and savoured the sensation of the thick, creamy solution sliding down her throat, and before she realsied it, the milkshake was gone. 'Wow girl, you must have been thirsty!' Sarah looked on in amazment. 'Ah, look, they're coming!' The burgers looked even bigger than they sounded. 'Oh, can you get another milkshake for my friend here, looks like she enjoyed it.' Amy turned bright red as the waitress took her glass. 'Well then, here goes nothing!' Sarah said, not quite sure of the proper way to hold her teetering stack of juicy meats. //It's not fair! How come she's so skinny!// thought Amy as she watched Sarah dig into the enormous burger with abandon. //Well I guess it doesn't hurt if it's just every once in a while.// As Amy bit into her burger, juices sprayed into her mouth releasing flavours that she would not have even been able to imagine before now. She simply had to follow it up with another bite, and another, taken into a paradise of oily meats. Another pint of thick icecream-shake arrived just in time to quench the saltiness of her meal. She downed it in one, releasing her to continue the burger. Amy wasn't even halfway through when Sarah had already finished. 'My god that was amazing!' she said. She signalled to the waitress. 'That was so delicious I simply have to have another, and for my friend too! In fact double them up, and I want a big bowl of chips with plenty of mayo! Oh, and another round of shakes.' Amy had barely finished her first burger when the order arrived. //[[Hah, erm, I don't think so.]] [[It's already too late for my diet, I'll just start it tomorrow.]]//

Amy pushed away her burger, but even from across the table the smell was too much to bare, and as she talked with Sarah she found her self tearing pieces off to nibble on. 'Are you going to keep on picking at that?' asked Sarah with a puzzled expression. 'Come on girl, that's not how you have a burger!' //Fine, at this rate I'm going to end up eating it anyway.// she justified as she pulled the plate back in front of herself. Amy had never seen six burger patties together before, let alone held it. the tower immediately started toppling as she attempted to eat it, but eat she did. Although she was spurred on by her gluttony, the meal was starting to take its toll. Each bite took longer than the last, which was incredibly frustrating to her as she kept trying to fill her mouth with more and more. Although she hadn't yet noticed, her blouse was getting rather tight and fat flesh bulged out between the stretched buttons. Bit by bit, the burger disappeared into Amy's stomach and eventually she finished it. She was breathing heavily and had to lean back into the chair; her already big belly now full to the brim with oily meat, sugary cake and thick, fatty cream. Amy sat there for a moment, unable to quite believe just how much she had eaten on the first day of her diet. What was even more astonishing is how big skinny little Sarah's appetite was, or so she thought. Amy looked up expecting to see Sarah chowing down, only to see that she'd barely taken a bite out of her second burger. 'Oh God, I think I went a little bit overboard because I won that money. Seriously, I don't think I can finish this, here, you can have it.' Sarah said, pushing the burger to Amy. //[[I... don't really... think...]] [[Ahh! But I don't want to waste something so delicious!]]//

A distant voice of reason squeeked from the back of her mind, but with her senses so saturated with the salty, greasy goodness it didn't stand a chance of being heard. //Haha, it's probably a good thing I'm going to start a diet tomorrow.// Amy was once again too focused on the enormous burger to take notice, but her tummy was getting rather large now. Her blouse was stretched to its limit until... //POP// Amy didn't hear the sound, but everyone else did. Another few bites and another button flew off. Amy felt her blouse become a little looser, just enough for a bit more burger, but there was still a lot to go. As Amy shoved the last morsel in her mouth and started licking her fingers she realised that everyone was looking at her. She looked down and checked out her belly, which looked even more stuffed than it felt. She had managed to pop four buttons of her previously loose blouse, with one heroic soldier hanging on over her belly button, pushing into the fat like string into a cut of meat. That's when the chips and milkshake arrived. Amy was too thirsty to refuse the drink, even though a pint of icecream and full-fat milk was the last thing her diet or this little button needed. She leant back and started to drink. As she did she could feel her belly expanding, and already stetched beyond all limits the heroic little button gave up, throwing her shirt open and revealing her fat, distended belly to the restaurant. She finished the shake and attepted to put it down on the table, but her belly was too swollen for her to lean forward. She put it down on the floor and sat for a moment with both hands on her tummy, barely able to breathe, let alone move. She'd have loved to have been able to say that this was the most stuffed she'd ever been, but she loved food a little too much for that to be true. Besides you don't get to 232lbs without over-eating a few too many times, although she dreaded to think what 15 burger patties, 4 pints of icecream and an entire chocolate cake with a tub of double cream would do to her waistline. So far her diet had been a net gain, she wasn't very good at this. //Oh no! I forgot about the chips.// Amy thought as she looked across the table. Sarah looked like she was feeling a little better though and had called over the waitress. 'Did you enjoy your meal? I can wrap up those chips for you to take home if you want?' //They do doggy bags here? Damn it! Why didn't I think of that?// After paying, Sarah had to help Amy out of her seat. Panting heavily and barely able to move, Amy had to take a walk of shame out of the restaurant, everyone staring at her open shirt. //They must all think I'm such a pig! But I'm on a diet, I swear!// 'Wow Amy, you sure can pack it away can't you.' //I had wondered earlier how Sarah could be so skinny, but now I can see what the difference between us is.// 'You must have set a new record or something because they gave us this 50% off voucher. Oh wow, that's cool, you can use an unlimited number of times over the next month. I should take you out more if you're going to win me cool stuff like that!' It was a struggle to get into Sarah's tiny car. Once sat down Amy noticed that she had to spread her legs to make space for her huge belly, it definitely hadn't filled her lap quite this much before. She tried to put on her seatbelt but it was a real struggle. 'Sorry Amy, can you move your thigh, it's pressing against the gear stick.' //This is so damn embarrassing, but I don't think I can.// `* * *` It took Amy a full day to recover from her feast. Eventually her belly went down, although not quite all the way down to the size it had been before. Much the same could be said for her breasts and bum, which had shared the brunt of her over-indulgence. This was now the first day of her diet proper, but after skipping breakfast she was hungry. //Hmm, what should I do for lunch? The fridge is looking pretty bare.// In fact the fridge would have been considered pretty well stocked by most people, but Amy was used to significantly more substantial meals. //What to do, what to do...// //[[Maybe I'll just have some fruit.]] [[Oh, but I do have the voucher for that burger place.]]//

Before she knows it a week has passed and it's time for the first weigh-in. Amy was feeling pretty good about it, after all she'd made an effort to start eating more fruit and had only make one or two trips to the burger place, (well, maybe a couple more if she was being honest), but she felt like she'd been a good girl and now was the time to see the results of her efforts. She stepped onto the scale, naked, as she didn't want any clothing to affect the results, not to mention it was all still a bit too tight. The scale creaked and the dial span back and forth, eventually settling on... [[Next]]

So Amy headed into town in search of a nice, light lunch, something healthy, when she passed a building that had previously been disguised by a mess of scaffolding. //Oh god, what's that smell? That place looks amazing.// When she arrived at the place she was still bloated from the protein shakes, but the aromas coming from this place were astonishing. Unbeknownst to Amy she's managed to end up at the buffet anyway. Some would call it fate. It was one of these 'fusion cooking' places, with a mixture of Indian, Chinese and other cuisines. Amy felt much more at home here than at the gym, she waved the coupon at the lady behind the bar and was nodded toward the dining area. As she waddled over towards a stack of plates and cutlery Amy got a few odd looks directed towards her unintentional crop-top, but she was too preoccupied to notice. Laid out before her was a magnificent sight. Amy counted about 20 or more different dishes on display, with nice big spoons dug into them. //I'll just have one plateful.// She told herself. //I've really got to start watching my waistline after this morning's shock!// Talking of which she glanced down at her waistline and gave it a pat. Her tight, exposed belly shook a little and gurgled. Amy filled her plate with what she considered a normal amount of a few of the different dishes that piqued her interest. She had had much practice stacking food and so managed to construct quite an impressive tower using curried chicken, spiced cheeses and a rather large helping of sweet yellow rice, amongst other things. She took her carefully balanced plate over to a table and sat down. //Hmm, the chairs are weirdly small here.// They weren't. //Oh well, here we go!// Oh dear. Her first bite was a cascade of glorious flavours. She couldn't help but have another, and another. Any feeling of fullness immediately vanished and was replaced by a hunger for more... more! Spoon after spoon of delicious, spicy fat and delightfully sweet carbs slid down into her ever tightening stomach. Amy licked the first plate clean and sat back in her chair, hand on stomach. //[[Sigh... I suppose that's it.]] [[Oh, are those dumplings? Ok maybe I'll just try a little more.]]//

After some effort Amy rose from her seat and starting heading towards the bar to desposit her dirty plate. Unfortunately, to get there she had to pass several dishes she'd not yet tried, and found herself filling her plate again for what must have been the 4th, or maybe 5th time. She wasn't keeping track. With a bowl in one hand and a plate in the other she was scraping up the last of one of the dishes. Her chair creaked as it took her weight. Amy paused for a moment, breathing heavily, but grabbed her spoon, spurred on by a need to try every dish in this amazing place. Her tastebuds were unable to fully comprehend the richness of the meals here. Each mouthful made her fuller and fuller, but she couldn't stop. The last of her dishes slid down her throat, but she still wasn't satisfied. She needed more! Amy took her plates and tried to stand up, but found that she couldn't. She slumped back down into her chair and rubbed her swollen stomach, completely hard and packed to the brim. Her top was barely a bra at this point and she had to pull her leggings down below her belly. All in all there was a lot of naked flesh on display. She was easily the biggest she had ever been. Amy beckoned to the lady behind the bar. 'Is everything okay?' 'By god, yes! It's delicious! Best food I've ever had!' Amy turned bright red. 'But erm, could you grab me some of the teriyaki and the chow mein please, I'm erm... just a little too full to get up.' Amy was so embarressed, but the lady brought her the food and she ate it all until her tummy started to touch the table. Amy called the lady over once more. 'Oh that was lovely, err.. thanks for bringing it over. Can I have some more of the lamb...' 'I'm sorry,' the lady interjected, 'I'm afraid we're all out... of everything.' 'Aww no way! I hadn't finished yet.' Amy tried to get up again but couldn't even lean forward at this point. 'Would you like a hand?' the lady asked. Amy was absolutely mortified, but she had no choice except to let the lady help her up and walk her outside. * * * As Amy shuffled painfully down the aisle of the bus she couldn't help but notice her huge, naked belly brush against one of the seated passengers. People were having to avert their eyes from her mound of exposed, silky skin, as she clumsily tried to squeeze herself into a seat. Panting, she realised that, however she sat, her belly would be touching the back of the seat in front, not to mention that her thighs, which were not quite the shape that the seat had been designed for. Back at home Amy took to the sofa as if it were a long-lost friend, and after nursing her stomach ache the only way she knew how (buy nibbling on a box of chocolates) it was time for bed. As she drifted of to sleep she felt remorse over having lost control again and made a promise to herself: //[[I'll never go there again!]] [[Except that I've got nothing for lunch tomorrow, oh and I didn't get to try every meal, so just for tomorrow!]]//

A month had passed since that eventfull day at the buffet. Amy had indeed kept her promise of never returning to that buffet place, but in her greed had discovered a loophole wherein she decided it would still be okay as long as she only ate at a //different// buffet. Amy had found to both her simultaneous delight and dread, that there were actually quite a few such establishments in her town. More delicious new flavours to try, but more food to eat. Between that and her friends inviting her out, Amy had been distracted from her diet had been putting off the dreaded weigh-in, knowing that she had probably put on a few pounds, but determined to get back into the routine she bust out her diary and took to the scales. 'Right, so I was, err, 250 last... oh gosh has it been a month? I've had a few trips out recently so I'm probably around 260?? Wow I sure hope I havn't gone up to 270!' Amy looked up at the mirror. She was stark naked, not that she had much choice; her jammies, as loose and stretchy as they were, were just a little bit too impossible to put on for her tastes and she hadn't been able to fit in any of her bras for a couple of weeks. She gave the culprits a feel, it's a shame they weren't the only part of her that had grown; her belly gurgled as if to respond, still full from the night before. //Here goes!// As she stepped onto the scale it made its ususal creaking sound before a vastly more terrifying cracking one. Amy froze. BANG! The scale cracked straight down the middle, but not before Amy saw the needle shoot straight up to 300lbs, the highest point on the dial. She looked down at herself, her beautiful, soft flesh stretching out before her. 'Great.' So, a new pair of scales was promptly ordered, a fancy new digital one that was aledgedly much tougher than those old-fasioned types, which she was sure she had read somewhere get innacurate with age anyway. Deciding to write 270 into the diary she got dressed into her... into... her... 'GAH, COME ON!!' into her new favourite (only) panties, a nice, roomy skirt (as long as she didn't worry about the zipper) and a zip up track suit top that she would never have dreamt she'd wear outside, or that it'd be anything other than several sizes too big. After the zip got stuck several times on its way up she sighed. Amy had promised herself not to buy any more clothes until she lost weight, but at this point she had to accept defeat. * * * After a hearty breakfast Amy met Sarah at the shopping centre at about lunch time. Sarah was looking annoyingly stylish as ever with her trim body, next to her Amy looked like a balloon about to burst. 'Shall we get something to eat first?' Amy suggested, feeling hungry already, 'You know how we lose track of time when we're shopping.' 'Gladly! I could do with a bite to eat.' //Lucky you, eh. You could have more than a bite and no-one would notice.// In the dining area there were a few choices for food: //[[Hmm, 'Vegetaria - Oriental Salad Bar'. Looks very... healthy.]] [[Or there's good old fried chicken, hmm decisions.]]//

'Hey, errr, maybe we can go to tha...' 'Ooh, do you fancy chicken? I fancy chicken, come on, my treat!' So decisions were made and fried chicken was bought. It worked out cheaper to get a 'family-sized' bucket to split between the two of them. Unfortunately, as Amy dived in with reckless abandon, she failed to notice that Sarah got full after just two pieces. Soon the bucket was empty and Amy was licking her fingers when she noticed something that interested her greatly. 'Hey do you see that sign? "Free refills", I assumed that was just for the drinks but it doesn't say so.' 'Well hey, there's only one way to find out, why don't you go ask.' Sarah replied, still feeling stuffed. Amy got back to the stall with bucket in hand, and before she even said a word the woman serving snatched the bucket from her and refilled it to the brim. 'Oh, err thanks.' Amy said meekly, as she was too polite to refuse (and had also secretly been hoping for this). The second bucket went down a bit slower than the first, but Amy did like her fried chicken, and this one was especially greasey. Perfect! Her fat thighs had already been bulging out of her skirt where the zipper should have been done up, but now after all that chicken her belly was attempting to escape the zipper on her top as well. Just as Amy swallowed the final piece of chicken her belly managed to break through at its widest point, smooth, fat flesh squeezing through the broken zip. She patted her tight stomach, pleasantly stuffed. //Right, well I probably shouldn't have done that, but all the same I'm glad i did.// That was when the chicken lady came over to their table and without a word replaced the bucket with a new one, once again overflowing with greasey chicken. It took a moment for Amy to process what had happened, by which time the lady was out of sight. 'You don't have to force youself, it's only free.' Sarah said, as Amy instinctually reached for the bucket. 'I'm not,' Amy said out of embarrasment, she couldn't stop now her friend had called her out. Besides, she a part of her was still very, very hungry. Amy relished every bite as the fatty food slid into her expanding belly, meanwhile the split in her top was growing proportionally. //Right, phew, just one piece left.// Three families worth of junk food was taking its toll but she may as well finish now, but as she swallowed the very last bite, her very last top fit her no more. 'Gasp - Amy! You're tummy!' Sarah said with a strained whisper. 'Oh God!' Amy looked around nervously and tried to cover herself, although at her current size that was a bit of a task. //Oh and I'm not wearing a bra!! This couldn't get any worse.// It was definately time for clothes shopping now. Amy tried to shimmy out of her seat but found herself stuck. //Damnit! If they're going to have fixed seating they really ought to make them big enough for everyone.// Sarah had to help her overfed friend out of her seat and they hurried out of the dining area Amy was painfully aware of the show that she had given in there. They both shot into the first clothing shop they saw, Amy clutching onto the sides of her jacket, desperately trying to pull it over as much of her body as she could. The expression the shopkeeper gave didn't make her feel better. 'Hello, I'm just browsing, thank you.' Amy tried to say calmly, quickly putting some distance between them. Sarah meanwhile was already distracted. 'Oooh, hey this is cute, I could really see you in this Amy, what size are you?' Amy froze, she had no idea. The biggest they had on the stand was a 30. God, no way was she that fat! She grabbed a size 26. `* * *` //Oh come on, please, PLEASE fit! I know I'm full at the minute but even so.// 'Err, Sarah, can you grab me that 30.' Amy tried to say as nonchalently as possible. In reality she was in shock, she had always thought of size 30 as a size reserved for enormous fat pigs and had always been amused at the possibility that someone could ever get that big, but since even a 28 was way too small, she was starting to get worried. 'Here you go, Amy.' Sarah pushed the size 30 through the curtain. 'Actually, could you come in and help me.' Amy could feel her face turning red. 'Sure, always happy to help when it comes to clothes! So which outfit did you want to try on first?' //[[So that button-up cardigan looks pretty cute... and stretchy.]]//

So another month goes by and Amy went down the stairs, every conceivable part of her jiggling along the way, as she was now used to. The delivery man was a little surprised to have the door opened by someone who filled the whole door frame, and he noticed as the door brushed her completely exposed belly as she opened it towards her. Amy was excited that her new clothes had arrived. Twice now she had ordered from this site, each time checking her measurements against the size chart, but by the time her clothes had arrived they would be too small for her. This time she had ordered a few sizes too big, figuring that their sizing must have been off. The first item was a lovely bright sundress, loose fitting and breezey, perfect for summer. She pulled it down, stretching it over her generous chest, then her ever growing belly, and for her last trick, her ass and hips, which admittedly also included the bottom of her belly. As she approached the mirror she bumped her belly into it, even though she wasn't quite close enough to touch it with her hands. She turned to her side and had to take a step away to see all of herself at once, bumping her soft hip against the opposite wall. Well, it did nothing to hide her size, and there was a clear dimple where her naval was, but it did in fact fit her. Although this victory was shortlived as she turned round fully to see the open zipper at the back. The one with a roll of fat sticking out of it, the one she couldn't quite reach, the one that she wouldn't be able to do up anyway. Next were a couple of swimsuits. The first was a more traditional style one-piece. It wasn't quite as loose and stetchy as the sundress, so it was a bit of a struggle but on it went. She looked like a tellytubby who'd had an accident in a helium factory. It rode uncomfortably up into her crotch, but luckily no-one would be able to see anything between those two thighs. Of course whereever the influence of the swimsuit stopped, soft skin squeezed out like toothpaste from a tube, most noticably on the U-neck bosom, which no matter how hard Amy positioned it, couldn't quite contain both her nipples. Of course it didn't help that her stomach, still full from last night's feast was pushing them up out of their territory. The other swimsuit was a bikini. Someone small could have spent a night under the bottoms, although, once on her, you could barely tell they were there at all. The top was pretty cute and had some dangly, frilly bits at the front that tickled the top of her stomach. For a moment Amy adjusted her breasts and marvelled at their size. She knew they were big, but seeing her own hands against them in the mirror put a perspective to their size. More than a handfull was certainly an understatement; there would have been no way to cover even one of them up with both hands, so this bikini top better not fall off. That said, this was still the most successful of the new outfits, although this was mostly due to it not having to cover her middle. While hanging up her new haul she saw the unopened box of that new scale she'd bought to replace the old one. Her heart sank as she realised she'd put off a weigh in for well over a month now, and having just ordered the biggest sized of clothing she could find, she needed to watch her weight now more than ever. With horror Amy realised she couldn't see the scales. Looking down there was just fat stretching out for what seemed like miles. She wasn't even standing on it yet. Feeling with her feet she stepped on and waited with baited breath. //'4 -- 3 -- 3'// Read out a mechanical voice, as cold as the glass it was speaking from. Amy instinctively put her hands on her tummy. //Well, err... I'm still wearing my bikini... and err, I still a bit full from last night, so...// There was no use searching for excuses, as none could possibly amount to more than a hundred pounds. //It's that damned ice-cream.// Yes, despite her wise decision to to include ice-cream in her protein shakes, she had simply found herself gorging on the stuff between meals instead. Unfortunately for Amy this couldn't have come at a worse time, as she was due to spend a holiday down on the southern coast with Sarah, who no doubt had got a gorgeous beach body with little to no effort. She had payed upfront and for all inclusive drinks, meals, the works, but right now she wasn't so sure it would be the right idea, especially with her previous experience of going, shall we say, a little overboard with the meals while on her last trip away. She heard a horn outside. Must be Sarah in her tiny car. She sighed; it was going to be a long trip. [[To the beach!]]

Before Amy could say no Sarah had already taken seat at on of the tables and was waving over to her. //Argh, for crying out loud!// Amy thought as she looked around, hoping that not too many people were looking at this embarrassing display. //Fine, we are on holiday after all.// Once again Sarah's eyes were bigger than her stomach, after an enthusiastic start she peaked at her third doughnut and had spent the last ninety seconds picking at her fourth. Amy on the other hand had the opposite problem, and had completely lost count as soon as the overly-sweet jam and deep-fried dough hit her palate. 'Amy, I think I'm done.' Sarah turned painfully to look at her friend. 'Woah! But by the looks of it you're carrying the team, you're really packing them away.' Although the comment was intended as encouragement, Amy couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt accompanying what was either her 15th or 25th doughnut on its way down into her tank of a gut. 'Wooooo! You go girl!' Sarah was having far too much fun. Amy briefly glanced up bwteen fistfuls of sugary dough to notice that quite a crowd had gathered to watch the competition. Luckily the jam smeared on her cheeks covered her blush. Knowing how many eyes were on her the only thing she could think to do was look down and keep on eating. She was embarrassed to be seen gorging herself like this, but stopping now people were watching would be even worse. 'Ugh, Sarah, can you help me?' Amy turned to her friend as she became too full to lean into the table any more, having her friend feed the doughnuts to her. Somehow Sarah was even faster at delivering them to her mouth than Amy had been, never had her jaw had to work so hard to keep up. 'Hey aren't you getting too full?' Amy asked with a look of genuine concern as she looked at Amy's immense, distended gut, slowing down her rate of supply. 'No... keep... going. I've still got more... room...' 'Alright, I think the competition's nearly finished now anyway.' This was music to Amy's ears, as she'd never felt this full before. This was entirely uncharted ground for her and she was starting to worry she wouldn't be able to take any more. She was completely unaware of her surroundings. As far as Amy knew at that moment, the universe consisted of her mouth and an endless line of doughnuts. The only sense of hers still functioning properly was that of taste, and it was compeltely saturated by the intensely sweet fruitiness being shoveled down her gullet by the bucketload. With each gult her belly became tighter, a feeling was spread to other parts of her body until it almost felt as though she was literally stuffed to the toes. In a stuffed stupour she imagined that doughnut was coming out of her ears, blocking up her brain so that she wouldn't have to think any more, only eat. And eat she did. Past the point of comfort, well beyond reason and far, far exceeding even the most cartoonish of overindulgence. She ate until her bikini bottom turned into a string thong, then she ate until it became stretched like a rubber band, then continued until it snapped like one. 'It's fine... keep feeding...' she managed to mutter under her breath, only vaguely aware of Sarah's concern. Her friend was good at feeding, and Amy was good at being fed. Platter after platter of doughnuts went down her throat, barely registering as individual pieces. Her belly swelled in all direction to accomomdate this incredible volume of fat, diligently digesting it to later spread it all around her body, endlessly thickening every and every proportion. 'Right, just 20 more seconds.' Amy didn't hear the referee call. 'Okay then, come on, last one.' she ignored her friend saying. With her very last doughnut her packed belly pushed yet harder up on her breasts, finally tipping the careful balance that allowed had allowed her bikini top to be worn over a pair of breasts that were about twice as big as it had been intended for. As the referee called time her bikini top pinged off, never to be seen again, letting her enormous, firm, fat tits to slap noisily down onto her almost prefectly round belly, sending a little ripple through the layer of taughtly pulled fat. `* * *` Several hours later she woke up on the beach. 'Oh hey, how do you feel?' Sarah had rolled her rotund friend onto a beach towel and made sure she was shaded, and was presently reading a book next to her. 'Uhh, what happened? Wait, where's my bikini top?' 'Oh we won of course!' Sarah exclaimed, shaking a wad of food vouchers, 'Don't worry, they said you can be nude on this beach so it's fine. The ref said he'd never seen anyone eat so many doughnuts before. We ended up eating about twice as many as all the other teams combined! How's that for a super-power?' She nudged Amy sharply in the side. 'Ooof, ah, careful, geez I'm still really full. Wait, are you telling me that I didn't need to eat all that and we still would have won?' 'I guess you wanted to be safer rather than sorry.' Amy tried to sit up, but found that her huge, great, overinflated, novelty-sized beachball of fat and food made it not only difficult, but actually physically impossible. The movement made her tummy grumble. 'Hey, I was just thinking about going to get an ice-cream, want me to bring you one?' 'Hahaha, there's no wa...' Amy started reflexively, but if she was honest with herself she was actually feeling a bit peckish, despite the warm, dull pain of fullness in her belly. Amy took a moment to look down at herself where she lay on that bright, sunny beach. Stark naked and hugely obese. And to think she'd been ashamed to have been 230 lbs, she was now probably over double that and she didn't see any way she could prevent herself from getting even bigger. 'Actually, yeah, go on then.'