Ignoring your aching dick for now, you have yourself up, unused to your new body, and waddle over to the drink. Taking a sip, you say, "I wish for a buffet of greasy fast food in my room, with everything being five times more fattening than usual!" In a flash, your bedroom expands to fit an enormous table, full to the brim with all sorts of food! Burgers and hot dogs topped with tons of condiments, fries coated in salt and grease, wings glistening with sauce... All sorts of food is piled high onto the table, ready to be eaten! You sip a few more times and make a few more wishes. "I wish the food will stay fresh forever." and "I wish that my appetite won't be satiated until I have eaten everything at this table."
With that, you tug your tight shirt down, loving how the strain causes it to ride right back up. Your body jiggles as you waddle to the table and pick up a burger. It smells absolutely divine, so you shove as much of it into your mouth as you can. Ketchup and mustard and half a dozen other toppings spill out the other side of the burger and splatter onto your shirt, but you ignore it in favour of devouring the rest of the delicious meal. Once it is all down, you wipe your mouth with a hand, covering it in (more) stains and wipe it on your already dirty shirt as your other hand reaches for another burger, just as sloppy as the last. One by one they disappear into your mouth, with toppings slopping onto your shirt and belly. By the time you finish with the enormous stack of burgers, your belly is sticking half a foot further out, and there is barely a part that isn't messy and sticky.
You ignore the state of mess you're in and move on to the hot dogs, inhaling them with just as much fervor. The sauces feel good staining your belly. You've always wanted to be a fat slob, and now is the perfect opportunity to do so! With a hearty belch, you rub your belly, growing fuller and fatter the more you eat. As you waddle down the table, you sip the drink again, wishing, "I wish that my belly immediately digests everything I eat at this table!"
Down you go, eating every manner of fattening, greasy, messy food at the table. By the time you have every morsel in your belly, you've gained 50 more pounds! You never expected to become 350 pounds this quickly, but you can't bring yourself to be anything other than completely satisfied. Your shirt is completely dirty with ketchup, rib sauce, grease, and all sorts of other toppings. It's starting to tear at the arms, and the hem has rolled all the way up to your moobs, which are now sagging heavier than ever from the extra lard.
Idly, as you lay back and rub your dirty belly with your dirty hands, you let out another huge belch *BWAAHHHRRPRPPPPP!* alongside a rank fart *FRLRLRMMMMPPTPTTTTT!*, noticing the wet feeling under your belly. You must have cummed in your food crazed binge. Awesome. You yawn tiredly, falling into a food coma, and think to yourself, 'I can't wait to have more fun later...'.
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