Grab the food, he can wait!

Sandra quickly grabbed the bag, ripping it open to get to the delectable fatty foods locked within. She tore open a box of twenty chicken nugget and plopped them in her mouth two at a time, she then tore through a large fry. Her sports bra's zipper start to break as her breasts stretched it to it's limit, seams started tearing in her yoga pants as her body thickened fatter and fatter. She tore into a second box, her body still swelling. She swallows a nugget, the zipper bursts and her bust jiggles free. Another nugget and flesh starts oozing it's way out of her yoga pants. Another and her lower body and belly tear apart the pants, leaving her in just a thong on the bed.

"Oh I shouldn't've eaten it but it felt so good..." she laid back on her elbows and reminisced about the feeling of eating, which she never got from that before. She thought about why her husband would bring home so much junk food when her thought about him was interrupted by another thought about him. A hand ran along her thigh, which was softer than she imagined? She'll definitely have to work harder tomorrow! Just then, her husband walked out with only a towel on, their eyes locked and he went to speak: