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Wincing slightly as she heard the chair groan and creak, Kim settled in for her evening meal. Last she had checked, over a month ago, she had been pushing 200 pounds, the scales settling in at 194 pounds. But she didn't care. Although she had, at one point, been a moderately skinny girl, everything had changed when she had discovered the service. Perhaps it was due to boredom, or perhaps it was because of how exhausted she felt after coming home from work every night, but the service had seemed like a natural choice. Kim had found the delivery service online, with the promise of "Filling meals every night for only 28$ a month!" And so, she had taken the plunge.

However, the meals were apparently not made for just one person, but that never stopped Kim from completely gorging herself, eating the entire meal in one go, without fail, every single night. The first few days, she had barely been able to get up from the table, her stomach bulging out so far she would have to unbutton her pants. That had been months ago, and since the deliveries had started, she had ballooned up, seemingly putting on four or five pounds a week, leaving her in her current, fattened form. But she really couldn't seem to stop, and while the more rational part of her knew that gaining so much weight in such a short period couldn't be healthy, the pleasure center of her brain always seemed to dominate her choice making process.

Opening the warm cardboard box, Kim was greeted with a plethora of delicious smells. It appeared tonight was a traditional meal from the south- Fried chicken, a generous helping of potatoes, and at least six sweet rolls, all glistening with a buttery glaze. Smiling, Kim eagerly dug in, dipping a roll into the gravy nestled inside the mashed potatoes, making happy noises as she began to gorge herself. As dull as her day job was (she essentially filed paper work all day with minimal human contact), the delivery meals were the only thing she had to look forward to at the end of the day. As she ate, her buttoned blouse strained against her swelling potbelly, small portions of flesh showing between the growing gaps, until it finally happened- two of the buttons burst off, finally free of the massive amount of stress that Kim's quickly growing belly was producing. This did not break Kim out of her gluttonous haze, the spell only being lifted with the last morsel of food had been retrieved from the container. Belching contentedly, Kim leaned back, eyes widening as the chair creaked louder than ever. Running her hand over her stomach, she was surprised to find that her blouse's buttons had popped off. After a few moments of post-meal reflection, Kim staggered to her feet to clean up.

However, after making her way to the kitchen, her stomach refusing to jiggle due to the large amount of food now compacted within it, Kim realized that for the first time since the deliveries had started, she wasn't completely full. Opening her fridge, she scanned for anything to fill her up even more, yearning for the slight pain of an overstuffed gut. However, since the deliveries had started, Kim had been shopping less and less, instead choosing to just grab some greasy non-food from the cafeteria at work. Sighing, Kim knew what she had to do, and made her way to her laptop.

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Three months later, Kim was literally unrecognizable from a year prior. One meal a day had become two, and now, at 256 pounds, Kim was about to move up to three. In fact, today was the first day that all three meals would be delivered to her. When she heard the ring of the doorbell, Kim attempted to stand up on her own twice, before relenting and pushing herself off the couch using the armrest. Waddling to the door, she squealed at the sight of the three boxes sitting on the ground, no delivery driver or van in sight (as usual). Grunting, she bent down, her massive pot belly preventing her from bending over comfortably, and barely managed to pick up the three boxes without tumbling forward. Panting slightly by the time she deposited the boxes on the table, she eagerly opened them one by one. Surprisingly, when she started ordering multiple meals, she had never received the same meal twice, and it appeared that this was still the case. The first box contained what had to be three pounds of a fattening pasta meal, complete with an entire loaf of garlic bread. The second box contained several cheeseburgers, along with a heaping amount of fries. The final box just contained a sheet cake, which was confirmed as chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting by Kim, who jammed a hand into the cake as soon as she opened it. Kim had failed to notice that the meals being sent to her were becoming progressively less healthy, but to her, the only thing that mattered was how delicious it tasted. And the food in question was always delicious.

Dropping down into her chair, which creaked more ominously than ever, Kim began to eat without discrimination, alternating between cake and burgers and pasta. No forks were utilized, Kim instead choosing the direct route from the boxes to her face. Moans of pleasure were mixed with belches and burps of various intensity as Kim mercilessly stuffed her face, her fat belly growing with every single bite. As the amount of food dwindled, Kim had to take a pause, panting heavily from the exertion of the stuffing. Looking at the amount of food before her (still enough to feed a family for days, despite the massive dent Kim had already put into it), she reflected on how she had gotten to this point. Despite her massive waistline, the only thing Kim could think about anymore was food. Sucking her fingers free on her left hand, she began to rub her tummy, which had managed to completely expose itself from her shirt, It gurgled happily from the food inside it as Kim managed to coax out a few belches loud enough to reverberate through her small house. Any sort of doubt about her gluttony was dashed after the burps freed up more room, and Kim began to gorge again.

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Twenty minutes later, every container was clean. Kim had only increased in speed after her reflective moment, gaining more and more momentum until all the food was packed inside her. Packed being a rather fitting term, seeing as Kim now officially looked as though she was overdue with twins. Her stomach was a literal sphere, bulging outwards in such an obscene manner that it looked as though an overinflated exercise ball had been glued to her torso. It was so packed that it pushed her breasts upwards in an almost comical fashion, making them look larger than ever and causing them to strain against her bra. She had been pantless since the beginning of her feast, due to the amount of pants she had managed to burst out of during her little feeding sessions. Kim was a symphony of belches and hiccups and she tried desperately to relieve herself of the overindulged feeling she was suffering from. Kim had become a slave to the deliveries, unable to resist their fattening call.

And honestly, she thought to herself, she couldn't be happier.

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Wincing slightly as she heard the chair groan and creak, Kim settled in for her evening meal. Last she had checked, over a month ago, she had been pushing 200 pounds, the scales settling in at 194 pounds. But she didn't care. Although she had, at one point, been a moderately skinny girl, everything had changed when she had discovered the service. Perhaps it was due to boredom, or perhaps it was because of how exhausted she felt after coming home from work every night, but the service had seemed like a natural choice. Kim had found the delivery service online, with the promise of "Filling meals every night for only 28$ a month!" And so, she had taken the plunge.

However, the meals were apparently not made for just one person, but that never stopped Kim from completely gorging herself, eating the entire meal in one go, without fail, every single night. The first few days, she had barely been able to get up from the table, her stomach bulging out so far she would have to unbutton her pants. That had been months ago, and since the deliveries had started, she had ballooned up, seemingly putting on four or five pounds a week, leaving her in her current, fattened form. But she really couldn't seem to stop, and while the more rational part of her knew that gaining so much weight in such a short period couldn't be healthy, the pleasure center of her brain always seemed to dominate her choice making process.

Opening the warm cardboard box, Kim was greeted with a plethora of delicious smells. It appeared tonight was a traditional meal from the south- Fried chicken, a generous helping of potatoes, and at least six sweet rolls, all glistening with a buttery glaze. Smiling, Kim eagerly dug in, dipping a roll into the gravy nestled inside the mashed potatoes, making happy noises as she began to gorge herself. As dull as her day job was (she essentially filed paper work all day with minimal human contact), the delivery meals were the only thing she had to look forward to at the end of the day. As she ate, her buttoned blouse strained against her swelling potbelly, small portions of flesh showing between the growing gaps, until it finally happened- two of the buttons burst off, finally free of the massive amount of stress that Kim's quickly growing belly was producing. This did not break Kim out of her gluttonous haze, the spell only being lifted with the last morsel of food had been retrieved from the container. Belching contentedly, Kim leaned back, eyes widening as the chair creaked louder than ever. Running her hand over her stomach, she was surprised to find that her blouse's buttons had popped off. After a few moments of post-meal reflection, Kim staggered to her feet to clean up.

However, after making her way to the kitchen, her stomach refusing to jiggle due to the large amount of food now compacted within it, Kim realized that for the first time since the deliveries had started, she wasn't completely full. Opening her fridge, she scanned for anything to fill her up even more, yearning for the slight pain of an overstuffed gut. However, since the deliveries had started, Kim had been shopping less and less, instead choosing to just grab some greasy non-food from the cafeteria at work. Sighing, Kim knew what she had to do, and made her way to her laptop.

-----

Three months later, Kim was literally unrecognizable from a year prior. One meal a day had become two, and now, at 256 pounds, Kim was about to move up to three. In fact, today was the first day that all three meals would be delivered to her. When she heard the ring of the doorbell, Kim attempted to stand up on her own twice, before relenting and pushing herself off the couch using the armrest. Waddling to the door, she squealed at the sight of the three boxes sitting on the ground, no delivery driver or van in sight (as usual). Grunting, she bent down, her massive pot belly preventing her from bending over comfortably, and barely managed to pick up the three boxes without tumbling forward. Panting slightly by the time she deposited the boxes on the table, she eagerly opened them one by one. Surprisingly, when she started ordering multiple meals, she had never received the same meal twice, and it appeared that this was still the case. The first box contained what had to be three pounds of a fattening pasta meal, complete with an entire loaf of garlic bread. The second box contained several cheeseburgers, along with a heaping amount of fries. The final box just contained a sheet cake, which was confirmed as chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting by Kim, who jammed a hand into the cake as soon as she opened it. Kim had failed to notice that the meals being sent to her were becoming progressively less healthy, but to her, the only thing that mattered was how delicious it tasted. And the food in question was always delicious.

Dropping down into her chair, which creaked more ominously than ever, Kim began to eat without discrimination, alternating between cake and burgers and pasta. No forks were utilized, Kim instead choosing the direct route from the boxes to her face. Moans of pleasure were mixed with belches and burps of various intensity as Kim mercilessly stuffed her face, her fat belly growing with every single bite. As the amount of food dwindled, Kim had to take a pause, panting heavily from the exertion of the stuffing. Looking at the amount of food before her (still enough to feed a family for days, despite the massive dent Kim had already put into it), she reflected on how she had gotten to this point. Despite her massive waistline, the only thing Kim could think about anymore was food. Sucking her fingers free on her left hand, she began to rub her tummy, which had managed to completely expose itself from her shirt, It gurgled happily from the food inside it as Kim managed to coax out a few belches loud enough to reverberate through her small house. Any sort of doubt about her gluttony was dashed after the burps freed up more room, and Kim began to gorge again.

-----

Twenty minutes later, every container was clean. Kim had only increased in speed after her reflective moment, gaining more and more momentum until all the food was packed inside her. Packed being a rather fitting term, seeing as Kim now officially looked as though she was overdue with twins. Her stomach was a literal sphere, bulging outwards in such an obscene manner that it looked as though an overinflated exercise ball had been glued to her torso. It was so packed that it pushed her breasts upwards in an almost comical fashion, making them look larger than ever and causing them to strain against her bra. She had been pantless since the beginning of her feast, due to the amount of pants she had managed to burst out of during her little feeding sessions. Kim was a symphony of belches and hiccups and she tried desperately to relieve herself of the overindulged feeling she was suffering from. Kim had become a slave to the deliveries, unable to resist their fattening call.

And honestly, she thought to herself, she couldn't be happier.