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Zooey woke up, slowly, and rolled over onto her front. She stretched, catlike, despite her recent increase in size. Her breasts bulged both over and under her upper arms, her cleavage just barely tickling her chin. Her belly pressed lightly into her elbows and heavily flattened against her bed, its full and rounded shape taking on an edge as it filled up the remaining space between her and her sheets. Above it, the heart-shaped curve of her gigantic fat ass dominated her figure, being almost twice as wide even as her flattened belly. Her eyes squinted shut, but her mouth opened wide, dimples forming in her chubby cheeks.

She had three primary desires. The first was, after completing her stretch, to curl up as tightly as her plump figure would allow in the rather comfy bed and watch a movie. Maybe a musical. The second desire was to go get something to eat. Fruit, probably. A salad bowl full at least, maybe two or three. The third was rather private, and involved slipping her fingers under her pudgy middle and deep between her thighs. She rubbed them together at the thought of it. She yawned, tempted to roll over and sleep for another couple hours before doing anything. A rumble and spasm of her stomach was likely the only thing that stopped her. She slid her legs off the bed, rubbing her eyes and wiggling her wobbling hips as she made her way to the kitchen.

She emptied an entire fruit crisper into one bowl after the next. Apples, bananas, berries of all kinds, some kiwis and the entirety of a cut-up pineapple. Three heaping bowls in total. She wrapped her chubby arms around two of them, grabbing the third with her thumbs. She waltzed back to her bedroom, noting that with every alternate step, one of her hips on either side would brush up against the hallway wall. She frowned slightly. If her hands were free, they wouldn't have been able to touch both sides of the hallway simultaneously.

She'd have to look into having it widened. Later. In the meantime, she thumped down into her bed, setting two bowls to the side of her, balancing a third between her belly and her thighs. She reclined slightly onto a pile of immense and fluffy looking pillows. It was her favorite eating position. Sadly, it'd only work for the first bowl.

Zooey picked out a strawberry first, biting it slowly and savoring the flavor. Her jaws felt sore for a moment, both from being overworked yesterday and from salivating so hard over the fruit. Her next bites weren't as dainty. With the bowl balanced in front of her belly, handful after handful could easily be scooped up to her mouth. No matter how fast she went, it didn't feel fast enough, she'd already swallowed by the time she got the next handful up. With each gulp, her stomach bloated out, beginning to lose its slightly saggy, fatty shape. The slight lines that led into her belly button steadily disappeared, and by the time the first bowl was finished, it had bloated quite close to her knees. She had to hold it up with one arm, smearing her thighs with fruit juice, to grab the last few handfuls of it and toss it to the side.

She sagged to one side, laying down onto her pillows as she grabbed the second bowl; with her belly somewhat full, it would have placed a bowl in her lap just slightly out of reach. From her position on her side, she was only able to use one of her arms to feed herself, but it was comfy, and left the curve of her thigh wobbling pleasantly above her. She cuddled the second bowl close to her chest, dropping her hand into it and retrieving a large handfuL. Having the bowl close meant she could eat that much faster, and she found she wasn't as eager as she'd been for the first bowl. It was mostly pineapple, and she had to keep slowing down to take bites of the large slices.

Zooey rubbed her thighs together impatiently. She wanted to stuff her belly, but at the same time, with the feeding going slower, she found herself more and more impatient. She wanted to be done so she could roll over and bring both hands down below her belly. Indeed, the hand she had tucked below her torso was starting to rub slowly up and down the crease just below her love handle. She fondled the bottom curve of her belly as she doggedly plowed through the last of the second bowl. Finally, with one particularly large handful of blueberries, she finished. She rolled over onto her back, the pile of pillows sagging under her full weight, leaving her almost entirely reclined. She tipped the bowl back, drinking a mouthful of juice that had been left at the bottom before she tossed it casually off the bed, hearing it clang against the first somewhere on the floor.

She placed the third bowl between her belly and chest. In her current pose, it left the cold rim of the bowl rubbing against her thick, puffy nipples. They hardened before she even had the first handful of food to her mouth, and it drove her over the edge. The hand she'd been laying on before didn't join her other in stuffing her face, instead slipping under the curve of her belly, pressing it up tightly as her fingers strained to reach her moist pussy lips. She brought the first handful of food to her mouth, and leaned up slightly, and the motion pressed her belly down, forcing her hand flat, one finger slipping inside her. She whimpered slightly in unexpected pleasure as she bit into and swallowed the handful of food.

After a few more tries, she built up a rhythm, bringing handfuls of food to her mouth, sitting up slightly, slipping two fingers into herself, then starting over with a new handful. She might have a new favorite eating pose. The third bowl felt tragically small. Perhaps, properly motivated, she was eating faster than she had been. By the time it was finished, she wasn't at her orgasm. She drank the leftover juice, tipping the bowl forward and spilling some of it over her breasts and neck. She threw it too, somewhat frustrated. She needed something in her mouth! In a strike of inspiration, she glanced deviously at her left nipple.

Success. Zooey leaned forward, and found that at just the right angle, she could slip it inside her mouth. By sucking hard enough and gently using her teeth, she could keep it there even when she leaned back, pulling her fingers back up before leaning forward, compacting her belly and plunging her fingers back into her now dripping pussy. She was close. She let her spare hand fiddle with her spare nipple, twisting it between two fingers, still in rhythm to the rest of her movements. She sped up, releasing a high-sounding moan into her nipple and giving five quick movements before curling up tight. Her breasts jostled her belly, which bounced, tight against her jiggling thighs. she let out one more moan before she slipped back onto her pillows, panting, her pussy juice pooling with fruit juice between her thighs.

After a moment, she grabbed a remote and flipped on her TV. That was all the activity she had in her for now. After an hour or three, she might go and get some lunch. Going off her vegan diet was the best decision she'd ever made.