Seeing a website that had prepare food ready to be shipped, she just started ordering, pressing the button as fast as she could making sure to get one of everything. She dug through the kitchen once again to satisfy her constantly groaning stomach, clearing it out in record time as she waited for her delivery. She would burp and fart without shame now, casually scratching at her pubes, pits, and ass as the hair on them grew to be visible. Her stomach started groaning again as it aches for food, so the expanding girl would walk outside and look for something to quell her ravenous hunger. Her nose caught a whiff of something that smelled edible as she followed the smell to an old grocery bag full of old food that someone lazily threw outside. She grabbed it, looked at it, and looked around. Seeing no one she hurried back to her apartment and locked the door. She sat on the couch and tore into the bag of old food. Eating soft, furry fruits, off-colored meats, bread with doors on it, and other old foods. She finished the bag and belched loudly, her stomach had finally stopped groaning. She sat on the couch and fell asleep.
In her dreams, the girl was lying in a puddle of mud, rolling around in it and oinking. The same reverse language kept playing back in her head. She got up, threw in some ratty clothes that barely covered her nudity and walked around farting and burping right in front of people. People cured at her, ran away from her, threw things at her, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was finding her next meal. She walked up to a trash can and began to chow down on everything inside, food or not. She ate it loud, crunching and slurping on things, burping and farting, barely coming up to breathe. And then it happened. She put the trash can down, bent over, and laid one final fart into her tattered pants before pushing a log into it. It was a slow and hard log as she kept pushing with all her might, causing her to break out in a sweat. A few wet farts later and she pushed out a soft serve into her pants, giving the new lump in her pants some a deep brown shade to it. More wet farts and she squirted some diarrhea into her pants that ended up running down the legs of her pants, causing her spine to shiver as it triggered her other function to start up, turning her pants into a full on toilet. She was content to relieve herself, not caring about anyone or anything around her. Her pants could no longer contain the load she was making as a few farts rung out of her dirty ass as they ripped to shreds, taking the shit in them down to the ground as she kept on pushing. She finally finished peeing as she laid one final soft log onto the ground. She then stood up, sniffed the air, and looked back the the pile covering what used to be the pants she was wearing. She got on her hands and knees and opened her mouth as the doorbell woke her up out of her dream.
She got up slowly from the couch and looked through the peephole, seeing a bag nearly as tall as the door along the wall. She opened the door and grabbed the bag, bringing it inside. Her stomach told her it was time to eat again, despite it being absolutely round(if she weighed herself, she’d be over 350 lbs.) She immediately opened the bag and started grabbing handfuls of food, not even caring to look in the bag to see what it was, it smelled like food, she was gonna eat it. She never notice her nose turning up and getting bigger, like a pig’s snout. She didn’t notice her curly little tail sitting just above her ever expanding ass. She didn’t notice her skin is not pink with soft white hairs all over it. She didn’t notice her hair had turned deep red. Not to mention her armpit hair and pubes were now long and wirey (and the same color as her hair. She was just busy snorting, filling her stomach with the mishmash of “food” that she ordered. She got halfway through the bag when she stopped and belched so loud it shook the apartment. She then rubbed her now satisfied belly as she waited for her food to digest. Turning the TV on again, she now got into on demand shows with hundreds of episodes that were almost an hour long that she could just lay back and let the noise and lights drown her worries away. And it worked, for she didn’t even realize how wet her farts were getting. She sat there and sharted her panties without so much of a second thought. She grunted a little as she then laid a full on log into her panties, her brain comforted by the warm and her nose unaffected by the smell. She just kept shitting on the couch as she let the episode play, not even bothering to get up or go to the bathroom. She dug her hand into her “food bag” and kept at this for the rest of the episodes, only stopping to get a nap between spurts.
It had been months since she’s been outside, she is now a vegetable spewing shit and eating slop. The couch is now a mound of shit that she has lost all her clothing to. The only thing she cares about is watching TV, eating, and relieving herself. People may have called to try and reach out to her, but she doesn’t care. She’s happy as she is, but…