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WARNING: This story will contain scenes of overeating and massive amounts of weight gain. If that's not your thing, bow out now.
Deerglen was an upscale suburb of Star City, built during the tech-boom of the 90's but with more taste and discretion than the tumors of McMansions that appeared throughout Silicon Valley. A planned community, it was intended to be at one with nature, with the houses colored in Earth tones to blend into the oaks that grew there and the yards front and back spacious and devoid of fences.
But for Jill Crowe the houses could have been bright pink with yellow polka-dots, and the yards covered in coals that burned 24/7, and she would still be ecstatic. At only 26 the legal wunderkind had just made partner at Eggerton and Associates, the most prestigious law firm in the city. A massive bump in salary and a congratulatory bonus allowed her to not only pay off the last of her student loans but move up out of her month-by-month rent, ramen three times a week life.
Moving into her new house proved to be exhausting, all the unpacking and moving furniture around until it was just right. Having skipped lunch wasn't a smart choice, either. Had circumstances been different - had she eaten lunch, was she not in a new neighborhood she was unfamiliar with, had she had any food in her house - Jill's life would have gone down a radically different path. Circumstances were not different, however, and Jill found herself driving around a strange neighborhood, looking for any place that was open and provided food above the level of a gas station sandwich.
Her search brought her to the Jade Temple, a Chinese take-out place in the no-man's land separating Deerglen from the urban sprawl of Star City. Not in the mood for anything in particular and too lazy to continue searching, Jill accepted this first option.
A willowy 110 pounds, Jill rarely ate a full meal. A bagel with cream cheese was breakfast, a la carte sandwich for lunch, microwave meal for dinner, with variations now and then. But feeling uncharacteristically hungry, she ordered a combo plate, white rice and sesame chicken. It was more food than she usually ate, but she figured whatever was left over she could take home for later.
Her first bite of chicken was a revelation. She had had sesame chicken before, but always at places in the same price range as the Jade Temple, so she wasn't expecting anything special. It was chicken fried up and slathered in sauce, made in bulk and sitting on a steam tray.
But this? This was chicken ecstasy. This was the taste you imagined when you saw every carefully arranged, shot, and touched up picture of chicken in a commercial, even though you knew the actual food for sale wouldn't be half as good as it looked on the TV. This was the idea of what sesame chicken could be made real. It was as if someone had made this just for Jill, putting all their culinary skill and talent into that one dish.
Maybe it was just because she was so hungry, but Jill couldn't not finish the entire plate, even though her stomach was starting to groan in pain as she shoved the last bit of rice into the remaining sauce and swallowed that last bite. When it was finished she sat back and sighed contentedly. When was the last time she had enjoyed a meal so much?
She went home and barely made it to her bed before falling asleep, the day's work and the full meal creating a not-to-be ignored combination of fatigue.
When she woke the next morning Jill still felt a bit bloated, but she forced herself to eat some cereal so as to not throw off her minimal eating schedule. Then she went back to arranging her new house.
Lunchtime came and, still having not done any grocery shopping, she went back to the Jade Temple. There were a couple other customers this time. Jill ordered the sesame chicken again, wondering how good it tasted when she wasn't starving. Surely last night's experience had been a one-off thing, right?
Nope. If anything, this plate tasted even better than the first one. Jill practically wolfed down her food, catching herself only when she realized she was moaning in a way that could only be described as 'orgasmic.' Blushing red, she slowed down, but it didn't stop each bite from being a fresh burst of rich flavor.
Again she finished the entire plate, again savoring the last lingering bits of taste as she rubbed her belly and started to digest. She noticed another woman sitting a few tables away, the look on her face betraying the same almost carnal pleasure Jill was coming down from. Getting up and making for the door, Jill made sure to look down and see what the woman had. It wasn't the sesame chicken.; it looked (and smelled) like sweet and sour pork. Jill made a mental note to try it the next time she came here.
Jill made sure to pick up some groceries before heading home, and for dinner she had her usual, sensible microwave meal, supplemented with some oven-baked fries.
The next day was Monday, but before going to work she had a bowl of cereal, then decided to grab a bagel before heading out the door. She felt uncharacteristically hungry this morning; must have been all the physical activity getting her new house set up.
Diving into her new position kept her busy all through the work day and beyond the typical 5 PM quitting time. For dinner she ordered some Mexican food, a plate of tacos with pintos and cheese, and when she left the office a little after eight she stopped at a vending machine in the building's lobby to grab a pair of candy bars. Part of her said she didn't need them, but another, louder part said she was hungry.
This pattern dominated the rest of her week: full bowl of cereal for breakfast, fast food burger for lunch, order in for dinner while working in the office, then stopping for some candy or ice cream when going home for the night. By Friday, however, she back at her usual eating habits, forgoing all snacks and desserts.
Having spent the week getting on top of her workload, she was looking forward to a lazy weekend kicking back. Saturday she slept in, and after showering she got on the couch in her sweats and just vegged out, watching the Netflix discs that had been sitting on her coffee table all week. When the first movie ended she was feeling peckish, but never having been a snacker until recently there was nothing noshable in the kitchen.
So, a trip to the store. But while out she passed near where the Jade Temple was and Jill could swear she could smell the delicious food being served. Her stomach grumbled, and sure enough it was time for lunch. And she had wanted to try the sweet and sour pork…
The pork was as good as she had hoped, possibly better than the sesame chicken. Her hunger, which had been waning the past couple days, was rekindled again and when she finished the plate she went back to the counter to order a couple egg rolls to sop the sauce up with.
Waiting for her change, she watched one of the cooks fix up a giant wok full of chicken, flipping the meat around. He then grabbed a giant plastic bottle of some kind of liquid (there was no label on the bottle) and squirted a sizeable amount into the wok, stirring thoroughly. Jill had forgotten about it by the time she was back at her table, focused entirely on getting the last bites of sweet and sour goodness from her plate.
When she was finally done she felt as full as she ever had, but that didn't stop her from buying a sack full of chips, cookies and candy bars. Almost all of which was gone by the time she went to sleep Sunday.
Deerglen was an upscale suburb of Star City, built during the tech-boom of the 90's but with more taste and discretion than the tumors of McMansions that appeared throughout Silicon Valley. A planned community, it was intended to be at one with nature, with the houses colored in Earth tones to blend into the oaks that grew there and the yards front and back spacious and devoid of fences.
But for Jill Crowe the houses could have been bright pink with yellow polka-dots, and the yards covered in coals that burned 24/7, and she would still be ecstatic. At only 26 the legal wunderkind had just made partner at Eggerton and Associates, the most prestigious law firm in the city. A massive bump in salary and a congratulatory bonus allowed her to not only pay off the last of her student loans but move up out of her month-by-month rent, ramen three times a week life.
Moving into her new house proved to be exhausting, all the unpacking and moving furniture around until it was just right. Having skipped lunch wasn't a smart choice, either. Had circumstances been different - had she eaten lunch, was she not in a new neighborhood she was unfamiliar with, had she had any food in her house - Jill's life would have gone down a radically different path. Circumstances were not different, however, and Jill found herself driving around a strange neighborhood, looking for any place that was open and provided food above the level of a gas station sandwich.
Her search brought her to the Jade Temple, a Chinese take-out place in the no-man's land separating Deerglen from the urban sprawl of Star City. Not in the mood for anything in particular and too lazy to continue searching, Jill accepted this first option.
A willowy 110 pounds, Jill rarely ate a full meal. A bagel with cream cheese was breakfast, a la carte sandwich for lunch, microwave meal for dinner, with variations now and then. But feeling uncharacteristically hungry, she ordered a combo plate, white rice and sesame chicken. It was more food than she usually ate, but she figured whatever was left over she could take home for later.
Her first bite of chicken was a revelation. She had had sesame chicken before, but always at places in the same price range as the Jade Temple, so she wasn't expecting anything special. It was chicken fried up and slathered in sauce, made in bulk and sitting on a steam tray.
But this? This was chicken ecstasy. This was the taste you imagined when you saw every carefully arranged, shot, and touched up picture of chicken in a commercial, even though you knew the actual food for sale wouldn't be half as good as it looked on the TV. This was the idea of what sesame chicken could be made real. It was as if someone had made this just for Jill, putting all their culinary skill and talent into that one dish.
Maybe it was just because she was so hungry, but Jill couldn't not finish the entire plate, even though her stomach was starting to groan in pain as she shoved the last bit of rice into the remaining sauce and swallowed that last bite. When it was finished she sat back and sighed contentedly. When was the last time she had enjoyed a meal so much?
She went home and barely made it to her bed before falling asleep, the day's work and the full meal creating a not-to-be ignored combination of fatigue.
When she woke the next morning Jill still felt a bit bloated, but she forced herself to eat some cereal so as to not throw off her minimal eating schedule. Then she went back to arranging her new house.
Lunchtime came and, still having not done any grocery shopping, she went back to the Jade Temple. There were a couple other customers this time. Jill ordered the sesame chicken again, wondering how good it tasted when she wasn't starving. Surely last night's experience had been a one-off thing, right?
Nope. If anything, this plate tasted even better than the first one. Jill practically wolfed down her food, catching herself only when she realized she was moaning in a way that could only be described as 'orgasmic.' Blushing red, she slowed down, but it didn't stop each bite from being a fresh burst of rich flavor.
Again she finished the entire plate, again savoring the last lingering bits of taste as she rubbed her belly and started to digest. She noticed another woman sitting a few tables away, the look on her face betraying the same almost carnal pleasure Jill was coming down from. Getting up and making for the door, Jill made sure to look down and see what the woman had. It wasn't the sesame chicken.; it looked (and smelled) like sweet and sour pork. Jill made a mental note to try it the next time she came here.
Jill made sure to pick up some groceries before heading home, and for dinner she had her usual, sensible microwave meal, supplemented with some oven-baked fries.
The next day was Monday, but before going to work she had a bowl of cereal, then decided to grab a bagel before heading out the door. She felt uncharacteristically hungry this morning; must have been all the physical activity getting her new house set up.
Diving into her new position kept her busy all through the work day and beyond the typical 5 PM quitting time. For dinner she ordered some Mexican food, a plate of tacos with pintos and cheese, and when she left the office a little after eight she stopped at a vending machine in the building's lobby to grab a pair of candy bars. Part of her said she didn't need them, but another, louder part said she was hungry.
This pattern dominated the rest of her week: full bowl of cereal for breakfast, fast food burger for lunch, order in for dinner while working in the office, then stopping for some candy or ice cream when going home for the night. By Friday, however, she back at her usual eating habits, forgoing all snacks and desserts.
Having spent the week getting on top of her workload, she was looking forward to a lazy weekend kicking back. Saturday she slept in, and after showering she got on the couch in her sweats and just vegged out, watching the Netflix discs that had been sitting on her coffee table all week. When the first movie ended she was feeling peckish, but never having been a snacker until recently there was nothing noshable in the kitchen.
So, a trip to the store. But while out she passed near where the Jade Temple was and Jill could swear she could smell the delicious food being served. Her stomach grumbled, and sure enough it was time for lunch. And she had wanted to try the sweet and sour pork…
The pork was as good as she had hoped, possibly better than the sesame chicken. Her hunger, which had been waning the past couple days, was rekindled again and when she finished the plate she went back to the counter to order a couple egg rolls to sop the sauce up with.
Waiting for her change, she watched one of the cooks fix up a giant wok full of chicken, flipping the meat around. He then grabbed a giant plastic bottle of some kind of liquid (there was no label on the bottle) and squirted a sizeable amount into the wok, stirring thoroughly. Jill had forgotten about it by the time she was back at her table, focused entirely on getting the last bites of sweet and sour goodness from her plate.
When she was finally done she felt as full as she ever had, but that didn't stop her from buying a sack full of chips, cookies and candy bars. Almost all of which was gone by the time she went to sleep Sunday.
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And what a great start
She's already given in to good food ;D
And I JUST realized what you mean when you say "clock".
xD
She's already given in to good food ;D
And I JUST realized what you mean when you say "clock".
xD