> Caution: There are no traditional sex scenes in this story. It is 1,200 words of a woman eating. If that excites you, great! If not, you might want to check out one of the other stories on this subreddit. I’m sure there’s something right for you.
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Elaine stared at the tiny morsels on her plate. It was another 300 calorie meal. She could see the piles of food that were on the other side of the room, but since she was a model, she had to restrict her food intake.
And she was sick of it. Sick of the rules. Sick of the planning. Sick of the iceberg lettuce salads with nothing else. Just once, she wanted to eat like a normal person.
Her phone dinged. She opened the email. It told her that a package had arrived on her doorstep. She recognized the shipping address. It was that mysterious shop she’d found on the dark web.
After a three-hour workout, she was allowed to go home. She pulled the tiny package out of the mailbox. Within seconds, it was unwrapped. That shiny golden pocket watch was in her hands. She traced the strange markings on the outside of the watch. Could it do what the seller said it could do?
There was only one way for her to find out She turned on the television and wound the watch for one minute. Then, she pressed the button on the top of the watch.
For sixty seconds, the world stood still. She walked around the silent world. She stared at a squirrel who hung in the air, halfway between jumping two trees. Then, just as quickly as it started, the world came roaring back to life. Elaine nearly dropped the pocket watch in surprise. She was free!
The next day, after finishing her dainty morsels and a pitifully small orange, she set the watch to five minutes. Managers and photographers froze in the middle of their conversations. They all had such strange expressions.
Elaine walked up to the catering table. A smorgasbord of forbidden foods lay out before her. She placed a couple delicate, fluffy pancakes and some thick slices of bacon onto her plate. She poured a small puddle of maple syrup over them. She carefully took her first forbidden bite.
It was everything that she had imagined. The maple syrup had soaked into the pancakes, making them thicker and more dense.The crispy and salty bacon tasted even more incredible because of sweetness that was added by the syrup. It tasted even better than Elaine had imagined.
So Elaine went back for seconds. She didn’t dare risk going back up to the catering table for a third time. This was just a little occasional secret. It was not something that she would be doing every day. Once in awhile, when she felt those extremes, those endless cravings gnawing at her stomach, she would give herself permission to indulge for a few minutes while time stood still.
At least, that was what Elaine told herself in the beginning. She only ate from the buffet once a week. She would have a small amount of one or two particular items, but that was about it. She still had to maintain her figure for shows. All of the brands of the high streets depended on models just like her fitting into their very tiny skirts and dresses. It just wouldn’t be right if she gained weight.
The scale was starting to go up. Each week she seemed to have gained another ten pounds. She figured that it wasn’t too much to worry about. This happens all the time in the modelling world can you force yourself to go to such a small size, where one or two inches make a difference, the body may obviously react by going into a bit of a starvation mode. That meant weight going up.
Elaine’s weight didn’t settle down after a couple of weeks. Her manager has noticed on one of her check-ins for one of the fashion shows. He sentenced her to an extra hour of Karthik cardio and an extra 30 minutes of strength training get rid of, as he called it, her mommy tummy. She did what she was told, but the stopwatch helped a little, giving her a few extra breaks.
She ate more different kinds of foods in 2 weeks then she had in the past five years. Her once weekly visits became daily visits. When she would try something she hadn’t had in years, her heart soared. Even white bread was more flavorful then she had remembered it being.
But now she was starting to face two dilemmas. First, her pants no longer fit, and her managers were starting to whisper about letting her go. Second, she had run out of things to sample from the catering table. She couldn’t decide which one was worse.
Then the managers called her into their office. They told her that they were grateful for the work that she had done for them. However, they could not continue supporting her. She no longer fit into any of the sample clothes. Her final paycheck would be sent on Friday.
Elaine was really, truly, completely free of the industry. she could not stop smiling. She ran out of the modelling agencies headquarters and right into the McDonald’s across the street. Their menu board was taller than she was. She ordered one of everything on the menu.
That night, she ate like she was Queen of the world. Epson Point, she thought that she would have to stop oh, but she never did. She completely forgot about the pocket watch. It stayed in her purse the entire evening. When the restaurant closed for the night, she sat outside with bags of food, eating and eating and eating. She didn’t even notice the passage of time. All that mattered was getting the next bite.
She finally stumbled into her home as the sun was starting to rise. She removed all of her clothes. Nothing fit. Habit forced her to step on a scale. It cheerfully told her she weighed 200 pounds. She had gained twenty of those pounds that evening.
Elaine looked at herself in the mirror. Her face had rounded out. Her cheeks were pinker and her jaw was smoother. She looked real. She looked human.
Now, she used the pocket watch for a different purpose. Whenever she felt hungry, she would choose a restaurant. She would dress up as formally as she needed to and walked in. Then, she would set her pocket watch for an hour and devour everything that she could find. Even with her exorbitant models salary oh, there was no way that she could pay for it all.
She couldn’t pay for the new clothes either. Every week, it seems like she would go up a size. Something that fit her perfectly on Tuesday would be something that she wouldn’t even be able to zip up by the next Monday. She stopped wearing clothes altogether when she could get away with it. After all, who would want to hide her gorgeous body?
Elaine stood nude on the scale, looking down. All it said was “error”. She’d exceeded its 450 pound limit. She no longer cared about the exact number. She weighed what was natural for her. She ate when she was hungry, and ate what she wanted.
She even had more fans than she did when she was a model. No longer did she have to hide her eating. They watched her fill herself with delectable foods and loved her for every single pound.
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