As Belinda dig into the cake with unrivaled fervor her body began to bubble and churn. She felt like her stomach had become a bottomless pit, and she was desperate to fill it.
Her thick sausage fingers dug into the fudge and stuffed her face quickly. The fudge coated her mouth and hands as she began to clean the pan.
Mr. TF began to slowly back out of the room, watching as she finished the fudge cake.
Belinda panted and wheezed as her hands landed on her exposed belly, painting two fudge handprints on it. And then she remembered what the strange man had called this cake. Her belly began to gurgle and groan loudly as she looked down nervously.
“N-No wait! This isn’t fair! Y-You tricked me!”
She tried to yell to the man standing in the doorway. But the churning inside her grew louder and louder. Her stomach began to pulse and ooze outwards, she tried pathetically to push it back in. Whatever clothes remained on her body began to pop and tear at the seams as fat bubbled from the holes. Her heavy breasts began to sag against her growing gut as her body swelled faster and faster.
The bottom of her gut was already out of the reach of her stubby, ham-like arms. Her ass was growing wider than she was as its fat pushed further out. It buried her panties in her folds of fat as her bra snapped leaving her only in her panties and shoes. Though her feet were even outgrowing her shoes with how fat they were getting.
Mr. TF couldn’t help but giggle as he tapped his cane against the top of the doorway to this room. And now there was a digital sign with a number on it. Currently it red 678 and it was rapidly climbing, was that her weight???
As soon as Belinda had time to ask that her body began to explode with fat. Her arms pulled away from her stomach as they swelled and her belly draped past her knees. The exhaustion from holding her body up was unbearable as she continued to swell. Her knees buckled beneath her and her ass pulled her down to the floor.
Her body spread out beneath her like pancake batter as she continued to swell faster and faster. The sign currently read 980 pounds and it was only speeding up. Her body was pushing the furniture away as the living hill of fat continued to grow. She began to burp and groan as she began to lose track of her body. Her breasts could each fit a full frown man, her ass looked like it would fill the bed of a pickup truck. Her arms and legs were bloated parodies of their former selves looking like conical sausages riveted in rolls. Her shoes actually burst open and her panties finally snapped. She could barely turn her head as she felt her fought sides bump into the walls to her sides. Her ass pressed against the wall behind her and her belly rested far past her legs. It even oozed past the entry way to the room.
Finally the number on the digital sign stoped changing, reading 1404, was she really that massive now?