You gasp, staring at the globular orb your stomach has become. You can barely breathe, you've eaten so much. What have you done? You came home from school not long ago, yet all you could think about was throwing your bag far away and swinging the fridge open. You've tried to eat everything you could see, and delighted in the pain/pleasure. You look like a teen mom, at least 7 months along. You groan audibly, then hear a jingling from the living room. You hop up, slam the fridge shut, and rush upstairs wobbling and moaning. You barely managed to avoid your mother seeing what a pig you had been. Never ever should you let this happen again. You sigh and lay in bed, hoping the pain will go away in an hour... but you're starting to get a little hungry.
You giggle a bit, as you slip the last slice of pizza into your awaiting maw. You've let yourself go. Going from an average girl, playing vo