Tricia looked in the mirror and tried to fix up a mental image of her slightly bloated up body before leaving her bedroom to start going about her day, a very subtle yet constant filling sensation warmed and pleasured her entire body as her clothes started getting tighter by the minute. Letting the remote on her bedroom, Tricia headed for the small kitchen and directly at the refrigerator, where leftovers, fruits, Coke and, most importantly, pieces of cake and two boxes of ice cream waited for her now hungry stomach.
At this point, her shirt barely made any efforts to cover up her expanding belly, her legs and arms were starting to get thicker with fat while her hips and butt expanded outwards as her shorts started showing more than covering, but it all was insignificant as Tricia quickly set the table with the two pots of ice cream and 5 fat pieces of chocolate cake from her roommate's birthday party yesterday. She was actively drooling, her saliva running down her ever fattening face, a small double chin forming as her cheeks got bigger and her mouth opened to receive the first gigantic mouthful of strawberry ice cream.
A drop of the ice cream rolled down her mouth into her chin and ended up in her now big sized boobs, constrained only by her barely-holding-up shirt. Tricia yelped, groping her boobs with her rounder hands as she looked even further down and tried to absorve the size of her expanding body. Tricia moaned with the touch but began getting scared "Am I really letting this happen to myself?". Her body wasn't the only thing growing: Her urges, impulses and hunger were as well. But a different kind of hunger also lit up as she fondled herself while looking at the dropplet of ice cream cooling her expanding bust...
Taking the hint of the considerably louder shredding sounds coming from all her clothing, Tricia removed first of all her shirt, her heavy boobs bouncing supported by her now large, round belly. Then she tried to remove her shorts, and trembled at the sudden realization that would be nearly impossible because she was so fat that her shorts were begining to cut off her circulation! Tricia panicked but, at the same time, was almost proud and excited, her enourmous body expanding each second, and finally the shorts begun tearing apart, and Tricia helped with her hands to remove the shredded garment. Her white, lacy and wet panties snapped right after, exposing her increasingly wetter pussy to the air and chair she currently was sitting on. With her fat fingers, Tricia pushed inside and moaned as her other hand reached for a piece of cake and gulped it down as her belly rumbled with increasing urgency. Her nipples were hard, pointed towards the food, as she quickly forgot about reasoning and stopped resisting against her new desire: To eat and become fat. Very, very fat and large and round, the layers of fat just stacking up as she kept on eating as much as she could and then some more.
The thickening fingers pushed the walls of her pussy, giving her more pleasure as she sped up, poking her clit while chomping on another big piece of cake, little parts of it rolling down her almost triple chin and landing on her gigantic boobs, resting on the tilted table caused by her gargantuous stomach as well as increased height from her gigantic ass. The chair cranked and cried as the weight it was holding down was easily 3x from normal Tricia. As she felt it, Tricia now turned very concerned, looking down at the cake parts, ice cream drops and enourmous body, wondering if she would be able to fit the door to reach the remote to stop it when needed. Realizing the potential mistake, Tricia tried to get up but the extra weight held her down for a while. She struggled, rocked back and fourth while using both her hands on the table for support, removing it from the top of her belly and, finally, weakly stood up to almost fall down again. Naked, hungry, bloated, tired, aroused and out of balance, Tricia fought her way through the kitchen holding up to the walls while her pounds kept on adding on, shifting her centre of gravity wildly as she half walked half stumbled along her path to her salvation.
The door frame got closer and closer, and some part of Tricia wished she really wasn't able to pass so she could get back to eating, but another knew that consequences would be catastrophic if she didn't. An internal battle occurred with each heavier, slower step she took. Then, she finnaly reached for the door frame, and set foot on her bedroom... And got sligthly stuck! Her expanding was almost too perfectly timed, because only her ass cheeks were stuck, she almost passed through. Tricia almost started crying, but stopped to analyse the situation. The bedroom wasn't that big, and the remote was on the edge of the bed, just out of reach. She streched and forced her way through as best as she could, but could already feel the pain in her butt and the door frame cracking as to signal she really wasn't going anywhere. But, just as she was about to give up, her belly got just heavy enough, and Tricia timed her impulse fowards and, with a loud crack, she fell onto her bed face first, feeling her butt literally break free from the door frame, and hoped she didn't get hurt.
There, right in front of her, the remote, counting up her adding pounds. Reaching out with the last of her strength and breath, Tricia grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. Immediately, the bloating sensation went away and gave place to her passing out from all the stress and action...