Your stomach grumbles loudly, all that growing had made you incredibly hungry. You head towards the door, hyper cock dragging across the ground as your cheeks clapped with each step. You poke your head out and look both ways, making sure no one else was up this late. After squeezing through the door, you slowly make your way to the kitchen. Doing your best to keep your fat ass from clapping wasn't easy, especially when holding them was like holding two mounds of softness with how much your fingers sank in.
Eventually you reach the kitchen, going straight towards the fridge. Upon opening it, you were pleasantly surprised to see your parents had gone grocery shopping that day. The first thing you grabbed was a gallon of chocolate milk, opening the lid and chugging it dry. Licking your lips, you put the lid back on and toss the empty jug aside before grabbing a large box of strawberries. One by one they went down your throat, you were so hungry you didn't even bother picking off the leaves or chewing them. After the strawberries came the cheese cubes, then a pack of hotdogs, pineapple chunks, leftover lasagna, a whole vanilla cake, so on and so forth. The more you ate, the more your stomach filled. It went from flat, to pudgy, to full, the onslaught of food showing it no mercy. By the time you finish off the fridge, your belly is roughly the size of a full term pregnancy.
You let out a small burp and lick your lips, rubbing your belly. Looking down, you see the freezer door. Opening it, you see lots of different ice cream treats. Grabbing a spoon, you dig in, sitting in front of the freezer as you chow down on tub after tub. Vanilla, chocolate, rocky road, it was seemingly all there. Containers pile up around you as you clear the freezer. Letting out a burp after setting down the last empty tub, you look down and rub your beachball sized belly. It felt cold from all the ice cream, but was nowhere near full.
But you were still hungry, and slowly pulled yourself up to head into the pantry. Being so full and huge made it hard to get in there, but you eventually squeezed in. Looking around, there was tons of food to eat. Cans upon cans of all sorts of soups, veggies, and fruits. Piles of chips, stacks of bottled soda, shelves of candy. It was a large pantry, and it was full to the brim. First things first: the candy and soda. Tearing open packages and bottles alike, you down as much of the sugary goodness as you could. Your belly bloats up rapidly due to the mixing of different sodas and candies having violent reactions. You let out a string of burps and belches as you keep eating like a pig, not caring about how messy you were.
When you finish the stockpile of sweets, your belly filled half the pantry. Rubbing and massaging your gut while looking around, you decide to start on the canned goods. Peeling open the lids and swallowing the contents in one gulp, you make short work of the non-perishables. Cans are tossed on top of the candy wrappers, making a rather large pile of trash as you kept eating everything. Pineapple, carrot slices, pickled beets, tomato paste all poured down your throat with ease. More and more your belly grew, going past the door and into the kitchen. You didn't care however, you had more food to eat. Clam chowder, spicy gumbo, and chicken noodle were among all the soups you guzzled from each can. After tossing the last can onto the pile, you let out a loud belch and look at your room-filling belly.
It filled most of the pantry and the kitchen, the huge wall of flesh pushing your blubber butt up against your final target: the chips. Reaching up and grabbing everything you could from your position, you do the same as you had with all the previous food. Name brand, store brand, it didn't matter. Tortilla, corn, potato, veggie, pita, and bean chips made their way into your giant gut. Soon following was different popcorns and cheesy puffs. By the time you were done, your hands and mouth were coated in chip dust. Belching and burping some more, you look down at yourself. Your face, chest, and hands were covered in sauce, crumbs, powder, bits of food and drink. Smirking at how slobby you were, you yawned and leaned back against the empty shelf. YOu were exhausted after the days events, and wanted to sleep.