Chapter 4: Climax
Even after my ankle healed, my gluttonous habits were to strong for me to think about starting to exercise again.
I spent most days lounging around, devouring plates piled high with southern delights. With each bite my ability to restrain myself from overeating weakened more and more.
Each succulent morsel seemed to whisper sweet nothings into my ear, promising an experience of unrivaled satisfaction. And Emily only encouraged me. Always offering me more food, or insisting I must have a little more room for dessert.
Emily and Marie seemed almost gleeful in their attempts to feed me. Their excitement over seeing me enjoy their culinary creations only spurred me on. Even when I wasn't sure if I could consume without bursting at the seams I couldn't resist their insistent prodding or the promise of another heavenly gastronomic experience.
They hovered around me like loving angels, serving me mountains of delectable treats.
They loved watching me eat.
I remember one particular evening when Emily and Marie decided to treat me to some of their favorite recipes.
They took turns feeding me and feeding me
until I couldn't contain myself anymore.
The sheer volume of food they prepared left me gasping for breath, but their relentless pleas for me to try "just one more bite" melted away my resolve.
I surrendered to their enthusiasm, accepting their offerings with a growing sense of pleasure.
Emily sat across from me, smiling softly as she watched me savor each delectable morsel.
At a certain point they started hand feeding me and I was too full to resist.
Everytime I would attempt to push their hands away, they would insist, "Oh come on, you're hungry, aren't you?"
I wasn't. But I couldn't stop eating.
"You know, darling," she purred, reaching out to brush a tendril of hair away from my face, "there's nothing wrong with letting go sometimes. Life is short, and we should never deprive ourselves of what brings us joy."
I nodded, biting my lip nervously. The thought of surrendering to my basest desires was intoxicating, yet terrifying. What if I lost control? What if I ended up hurt or humiliated? But Emily's words resonated within me, echoing my own secret longing to explore the forbidden.
As I fully settled into my fat girl lifestyle, I was rapidly gaining weight and rapidly outgrowing my clothes. I was only able to fit in leggings and loose t shirts.