Alicia's Gluttony Part 2

A great plate of kebab meat met her hands first; she scoffed it and threw it away, nearly breaking the plate in the process. After that she couldn’t see, she could just taste. She groped wildly with her hands and then thrust any contents into her face. Sometimes she came across packaging, and she had to throw that away to stop herself eating it. Biscuits came and went in vast quantities, chocolate passed her lips by the kilo, cakes the size of her head were put away in seconds, and all the time Alicia could do nothing. She needed the food.

Plates of chips, crisps, great big meats that could have fed a family, all coming and going before Alicia had time to think or savour. Pastries and pies met her with her approval, packs and packs of cream buns, iced donuts, more chocolate and so much, so much fat and calories that to try and measure it as it went down was meaningless.

Alicia thought that surely she would feel that sensation that she was being filled, that one in the pizza place and in her car, but it didn’t arrive, the food just kept coming and she kept gorging on it, filling herself unstoppably, and insatiably eating it all.

An hour went past, and another. Time was nothing to her, just a thing that was filled by eating, colossal eating. So much time went by, and so much chocolate and pizza and pie and pastry and meat and crisps and cake and biscuits and fudge and burgers and Alicia couldn’t control it.

There was a point that she hit, she didn’t know when, when suddenly it was all alright. She could feel that she could stop her hands moving, stop the constant eating. With a final slice of thick creamy double chocolate cake Alicia stood up to see what she had done to her apartment.

The mess was incredible. She had thrown litter and plates everywhere. The amount of packaging was indescribable. She had thrown open cupboards and gorged their contents. She looked outside, it was dark. She must have been eating for at least eight hours, nearly non-stop. She saw that there was still more food, some buried under packaging, some in bags in the corner, and some in that one last cupboard that she had not quite mutilated yet.

Alicia realised she would have to change her clothes, and quickly. Great seams had exploded in her tight jeans, included one massive three-inch wide one that her ass was spilling gratefully out of. Her shirt was torn and her bra had actually snapped.

She looked in the mirror. Staring back was a fat woman, with food smeared all over her, from her face down to her pointless jeans. Her stomach bulged and Alicia saw the start of another chin on her chubby face. Her breasts rested on her huge bloated stomach and her ass pushed out of their confines like great domes. She felt her ass, and realised her chunky hands could push inches into the flab before getting to any actual muscle. She squeezed her ass and felt glowing warmth. It felt so nice to the touch; she moulded it, played with it and caressed it with both hands. She felt almost aroused by her own big body, as she began to stroke her breast flesh.

She stopped herself, applying control briefly. She found the loosest, baggiest clothes she could in her wardrobe and struggled into them. She didn’t bother with a bra. She pushed her flab into the confines of the once oversized jeans, realising that doing the button up was a lost cause. She stuffed the shirt over her head and tried to pull it over her bulging belly, but even stretching it down didn’t cover her hanging flab. She was now, officially, fat.

She tried to think about whether she could actually handle this, being overweight after such an overbearing life of skinniness. She realised that she would need new clothes, and hurried to her computer so she could start ordering clothes with her new found money. She could slip it into her bank after she had got some decent sized clothes and controlled her raging hunger better. She would have enough in the bank at the moment for that anyway.

In fact, she thought opening an internet window; I could check my balance now. She opened up her internet account and started hunting for clothes. She didn’t really know her size, and taking into account that she would certainly be getting bigger, she ordered large, baggy clothes and large C cup bras. She had always wished for the day she could order C cups, but this wasn’t the ideal situation.

As Alicia continued hunting for clothes, she felt her stomach cry out again. Before she fell into another eating frenzy, she took a nearby plate of uneaten cakes and started slowly chewing on them each, whilst keeping one hand on the computer mouse. It seemed to do the trick, she felt hungry, but in a controllable way. She saw on the screen the order pop up, enough clothes to be at least half a new wardrobe, about £350. She realised she would have to make sure she had that sort of money on her bank card.

Alicia nibbled on a cake whilst searching through the debris. Somewhere would be a bank statement, or something! It took her some time, she had to open and devour a big bag of pastries to keep her satisfied in her hunt, but eventually she found an unopened letter from her bank. It was dated yesterday, but she was only interested in her balance.

Alicia choked on the cake as she saw the figure at the bottom. £50,000. She had £50,000 in her account, waiting to be used. She had never had that sort of money before! She grabbed a few more cakes from a plate and quickened her pace, before noticing a stray burger nearby and beginning on that. Somebody was feeding her. All this money, all this food, all this appetite. It was designed to make her fat. Who was doing this, in the background, pulling her strings so that she was turning into some elephant?

The hunger was calling her again. The burger was not satisfying enough. Alicia felt herself scramble for food. Hold on girl, she thought, there’s plenty for you, just keep calm. Alicia found a plate of bacon rolls smothered in BBQ sauce, and shovelled them into her mouth as she returned to the computer screen. She added a few clothes to her shopping list, since she had the money to do so, and then concentrated on what next.

Her stomach rumbled its complaints. Out of the corner of her eye Alicia saw an advert. Home delivery for food. She tried to fight it, but her gut was ruling over her. She clicked on the link and was taken directly to a fast food delivery order list. Everywhere, burgers and chips, hot dogs and pizzas, cakes and ice cream and cream buns. She tried to stop herself, but knew it was futile. Guaranteed next day delivery, it promised, ready and microwaveable. She knew the consequences, and she knew she had enough food for an army still left in the apartment. But the pain was just too much; she had to have more food, more. She didn’t watch the balance as she added more and more items to the order form, she didn’t see it pass 200, 400, £600. She just felt the need, yes, 20 cheesecakes, yes kebabs by the kilo. It was all so tempting.

After clicking order and entering details, Alicia realised she was trembling. She needed the food, and there it was, all scattered around her apartment. She had to eat, greed grasped her and she was lost again, lost in an orgy of face-filling madness. As if the day had not given her enough calories, now this?

After half an hour of gluttony, Alicia began to fall asleep. Not even a fudge cake tripled-layered and topped with icing stopped her from going, going, gone.

She was woken by a loud bang on the door. God, she realised as she woke up, it wasn’t a dream. Her flabby belly, her protruding boobs and her massive ass still remained to haunt her. And there was such a mess, everywhere rubbish from her gargantuan binge. And it was all gone. Every last speck, crumb, drop, all devoured by her aching stomach. Wasn’t there some stuff left the previous night? Had she been sleep-binging? Even so, her belly wanted more.

Alicia opened the door, and in stepped three delivery boys, each carrying a massive box each. They looked at Alicia strangely, but declined to comment on a moderately sized young lady ordering enough food to keep an average sized stadium of people happy. Oh well, they weren’t the ones picking up the £1750 bill.

Alicia signed for the food, before realising that the sleep had done her good. Yes, she was hungry, but with great masses of food boxed up in front of her, she was in control, she didn’t rip it apart like some feral beast. She was in charge.

She started to gather together the rubbish from the previous day, finding some bin bags at the bottom of the debris. It took her an hour, an hour in which she surprised herself by refusing to touch the newly arrived food, and managed to fill six large bags with rubbish from the day. Now, the new food…

It looked so nice, in the boxes, all so beautiful, and she’d done so much work, she deserved a snack…

Alicia snapped herself out of it. She should remove the temptation from her view, throw it all out, send it back. But more would come. Alicia began to understand, the money, the food in the flat, someone was setting her up. She had enough thought to realise this. She knew that she was being fed all this, and somehow she was taking it, taking hundreds of times more than what a human body should take.

So maybe, maybe it wouldn’t matter if she ate this? Someone would feed her anyway, maybe she should just let it happen, she was so hungry after all…

The first box was packed with mini pizzas, no good; she’d need to microwave them. In her anger Alicia tossed them aside, and opened a new box. Ah, pastries. She threw away the packaging and dug in, filling her face with the same gargantuan craving as the previous day. Each packet of donuts, pies, cakes, whatever! They all had to be devoured as Alicia worked to fill her stomach.

She did not have to wait long to regain her control. Maybe it was just a few minutes later, maybe half an hour, but finally Alicia stopped moving her hands wildly and looked at the damage she had caused. In comparison with her earlier activities, Alicia was pleased with herself.

She checked herself again. The baggy clothes that she had put on yesterday were very much filled now. She was just waiting for her new ones to come along. Her ass had performed a full rounding, two huge globes that pushed hard at Alicia’s denim, even though the button was undone and zip pushed all the way down. The fold of flab sticking out at her belly was large enough to prevent her from seeing most of her feet; the chubby toes were just in view. Her thighs felt thicker than normal, and her breasts seemed to bob up and down at her every movement.

Alicia checked herself in the mirror, twirling and whirling in her ill-fitting garments to see what had been done to her over the last day or so. She was impressed with herself. Never before had she taken such a high view of heavy people, but she looked fantastic! Her giant ass swayed invitingly, her belly felt good to the touch and her breasts were luscious and alluring. What a change she had gone through! Did she really want to stop now?

There was still a lot of food around. Alicia wondered whether she should put it away; lock it up to stop her over eating again. But she wondered it idly; she knew that she would just unlock it when the cravings came. Would she want to resist? What would be the point, all this food was so good, and whatever was making her eat would just came back and haunt her in some other way.

Alicia relaxed on her chair, noticing how much more of it her butt took up than normal. She loosened her clothes a little, and let her gut hang out. She considered her next move, and she noticed a pack of donuts that were lying next to her. For the first time since her ordeal started she ate, not because she was being forced to by this strange base urge, but because she wanted to taste some nice food. She enjoyed the donuts, slowly going through them, without worrying about pace. It was such a strange feeling eating like this after how she had eaten so far.

Just as Alicia finished the pack of donuts there was a knock at the door. More food, she thought, that was odd. She got up, feeling the extra weight on her body, and answered the door. There were two men standing there, tall and suited.

One of them peered into the flat, inspecting the countless food items laying around, and then said in a calm, calculated voice, “Ah, I see we’ve come to the right place,” before shooting Alicia in the arm.