The changes were slow yet addictive. She never imagined herself in this state. But she couldn't help herself anymore. All she could do was eat, and eat, and eat. Looking in the mirror she was unrecognisable.
It started out as a little fun, where she would over eat and enjoy the feeling of her stuffed belly. She was athletic and had an incredibly fast metabolism, so of course she would never gain weight. But, her body had other ideas. Eventually the excessive calories and the frequency of her stuffings began to show their true form.
Her metabolism slowed and her body transformed. Gone were her abs and in their place was the beginnings of a pot belly. Her toned legs and ass, now wobbling under a layer of fat. Her breasts, once small and perky had transformed into large, jiggling udders.
But she couldn't stop eating. She didn't want to stop. The feeling of her growing form was strangely alluring. Her body grew more sensitive as the weight piled on. She couldn't help but touch every part of her lard laden form.
Eventually these meager gains were nothing. Her pot belly, transforming into a large hanging gut. Her thighs now large cellulite ridden trunks of fat. Her ass a gigantic wobbling mass of lard. Her tits, now gigantic, resting on her bloated gut. Her body covered in red stretchmarks. This is what she had become, a true glutton. Her own hedonism the only pleasure she craves. Eating until she can hardly move, and then just a little more.