Brooke woke up the same as usual, a computer on her bed, messy hair, a t-shirt, a lone pair of panties on her, and the same slow mind. This took her about 5 minutes sitting up in bed, scrolling through the news on the internet and smacking her dry lips that she didn't go sleep in her bed, and definitely didn't wake up with clean.
"The maid must've carried me and changed me... waht was her name...? Oh yeah... Jane or Jean or some shit... nice lady," she mumbled still half-awake. After another 10 minutes of reading through a few articles, Brooke finally got up. She got caught off balance there for second and it wasn't becuase she was tired. She look down at her body to see her boobs went up a size from a size 32b to a size 34b. Just poking out of it was her bulbous tummy. She poked and it responded with a light gurgle as well as going in fairly deep. She lifted it up and let it go, causing it to jiggle a bit. The rest of her limbs also felt the affects, as she started to touch all around her body. They felt soft and squishy, especially her ass, which expsnd by about an inch. She squeezed it and caused her to moan a bit. Then she grabbed her tits then groped them, causing them to lactate a bit and moan even harder. Suddenly a delicious smell of pastries float into her noise causing her to drool a bit. She quickly did her morning routine, changed into her training bra and black sweatpants and rushed downstairs, all the while her belly and brests were jumping around. She found an assortment of donuts, bagels, croissants, pancakes, and waffles. They were paired along side with sticks of butter and gallons of various syrup.
Jean was walking out with another stack of warm pancakes until she saw Brooke. She placed down the platter and said,"Oh you're awake! I made you a small breakfast so eat up!"
"No thanks, I gained a bit of flab and I kind of want to work it off," explained Brooke, hoping to not hurt her feelings.
"That's why you need your calories! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Plus you'll need some energy if you want to work out." Jean responded.
Jen thought about it and was starting think she was right. "Breakfast is very important and they smell sooo good, so a small bite won't hurt," thought Brooke.
"Ok fine, but I'm only eating a little ok?" Brooke warned.
"Ok, ok, eat what you want," chuckled Jean as she walked back into the kitchen. As soon as Jean left, she grabbed a stick of butter and rubbed it over a croissant. She bit into it and groaned in pleasure. It was flaky, buttery and warm and just Brooke feel better. She did that to rest of the plate and moved onto the well decorated chocolate covered donut. She coated it with a bit of chocolate syrup and bit into it. She bit into and tasted nothing but chocolate. She looked inside and found that the everything wbout the donut was chocolate, from the frosting, to the douch, to even the bits of hersheys in the frosting. "I need energy right? And these should provide great amounts of it!" Thought Brooke as she burned through the rest of the donuts. Unfortunately, this did not go well for her digestive system as she started to keel over and squat, causing her to release a 3 minutes long, disgustingly chocolate-y wet fart. This continued at shorter intervals until she felt her sweatpants starting to get wet. "No time to change, gotta get more energy!" she thought as she fold a bunch of panckes and stuffed them into her mouth. This was all the meanwhile her stomach was, once again, bloating to new widths but not as painfully. She released another wet fart and burp then started to drink the syrup from the bottles. She popped the cap off and let the sweet substance slowly fall into her mouth, but it wasn't enough. She took off even more caps and started to drink the syrup. The slow falling liquid started to cover her face with various flavors like strawberry or chocolate. It eventually made it down to her shirt where it started to pool around her boobs and lap. Brooke tried to lick her shirt and wipe off the syrup that covered her pants but only caused her hands to get even stickier. She grabbed another plate of donuts and shoved them into her mouth, dropping piles of chocolate on her lap.
"Thirsty," Brooke said as she stretched across the table trying to grab the gallon of milk, but her stomach holding her back. She tip-toed to get the stomach on the table and streched out even more, only to fall on the table with her stomach landing in the pile of donuts. It didn't matter though, as she managed to get a hold of the milk and pulled it to her. She wiped off the cream, licked it off, and opened the gallon. Grabbing the chocolate syrup, she opened that bottle all the way and dumped it right into the milk. The white liquid soon turned to a light brown, but then into a somewhat darker color. She lifted over head and chugged the gallon. The container was quickly drained then followed by a 10 seconds burp and a minute long wet fart. She shuddered as the squelching noises as her plump ass started to feel the sticky wetness. Her stomach once again inflated to a moderate size, sticking out up to 3 inches. She rubbed her stomach and squished it a bit. "So much for working out," Brooke though as she groaned. She waddled back upstairs to once again lay in bed scrolling through the news, except the screen was a bit far away.