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The Accidental Feast: Emily's Year of Indulgence
Emily Thompson was a 22-year-old barista at a cozy coffee shop in the bustling city of Seattle, known for her bubbly personality and her tendency to trip over her own feet—both literally and figuratively. She was the epitome of ditzy charm: always forgetting her keys, mixing up orders at work, and giggling her way through life's little mishaps. With her wide blue eyes, long wavy blonde hair that cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, and a perpetual smile that lit up any room, Emily turned heads wherever she went. But what really made her stand out was her figure. At 5'6" tall and weighing a toned 130 pounds, she boasted an hourglass silhouette that was the envy of her friends. Her bust, a natural 34DD, strained against every top she wore, drawing admiring glances and the occasional jealous whisper. Her waist was a slim 26 inches, flaring out to 36-inch hips that gave her a sway in her step. Emily loved her curves; they made her feel feminine and confident, even if she sometimes forgot to button her blouse all the way up.
It all started innocently enough on a rainy January morning in 2025. Emily had been scrolling through her social media feed during her break, her fingers sticky from a spilled latte. An ad popped up for "Ultra-Boost Protein Bars"—sleek, shiny wrappers promising "maximum energy, muscle support, and zero guilt." The ad featured fitness influencers chomping down on them post-workout, looking ripped and radiant. Emily, who had been meaning to "get in shape" (whatever that meant to her scattered mind), misread the calorie count entirely. "10 kcal per bar? That's like, nothing! I can eat one a day and be super healthy!" she squealed to herself, completely overlooking the extra zeros. It was 10,000 kcal per bar—a monstrous amount packed with proteins, fats, carbs, and sugars designed for extreme athletes or bodybuilders in bulking phases. But Emily, in her ditzy haze, ordered a year's supply: 365 bars, delivered in bulk to her tiny apartment.
The first bar arrived that afternoon, and Emily unwrapped it eagerly. It was dense, chocolatey, and surprisingly delicious—like a brownie on steroids. She devoured it in minutes, feeling a warm rush of energy. "Wow, I feel so... full!" she thought, patting her flat stomach. That day, she went about her routine: serving coffees, flirting absentmindedly with customers, and forgetting to clock out on time. Her total calorie intake that day? Her usual 1,800 from meals plus the 10,000 from the bar—a whopping 11,800. She didn't notice the slight bloat in her belly as she slipped into her pajamas that night.
Month 1: The Subtle Shift (January)
For the first few weeks, the changes were barely noticeable. Emily stuck to her routine: one bar every evening after work, treating it like a reward. She'd munch it while binge-watching rom-coms, her laughter echoing in her apartment. By the end of the first week, her body had absorbed the surplus calories, converting them into a soft layer of fat. Her weight crept up to 135 pounds, but she attributed the snugness in her jeans to "water retention" from the rainy weather.
By mid-January, her bust felt a tad fuller. Her bras, once comfortably fitting her 34DD cups, now dug slightly into her shoulders. The overflow created a subtle cleavage that peeked out from her V-neck work shirts, earning her extra tips from regulars. "Must be that time of the month," she giggled, adjusting her top. Her waist expanded by half an inch to 26.5, and her hips to 36.5, giving her a softer, more plush feel when she hugged her friends. Energy-wise, she felt amazing—bouncy and alert—but she started craving sweets more, often pairing the bar with ice cream, unknowingly adding even more calories.
By month's end, at 140 pounds, Emily noticed her thighs rubbing together slightly when she walked. Her once-defined abs were hidden under a thin layer of pudge, and her buttocks felt rounder, jiggling a bit more in her yoga pants. She tried on an old dress for a date and found it tight around the bust and hips. "Huh, dryers must shrink clothes," she mused, oblivious as ever.
Months 2-3: The Blooming Curves (February-March)
February brought Valentine's Day, and Emily's ditzy charm landed her a string of dates. But the bars were working their magic. Eating one daily, her calorie surplus averaged 9,000 extra per day after her normal meals (she'd started eating bigger portions, feeling hungrier from the protein spike). By the end of February, she hit 155 pounds. Her bust swelled to a 36E, the increased fat depositing generously in her chest. Bras became a nightmare; underwires poked, and straps left red marks. She spilled out of her tops, creating a voluptuous display that made her dates stammer. "You're like, so curvy!" one guy said, and Emily beamed, thinking it was a compliment on her "fitness journey."
Her waist thickened to 28 inches, losing its sharp cinch, while her hips ballooned to 39 inches. Cellulite began to dimple her thighs, which now measured 24 inches around each—soft and plush. Her arms gained a gentle wobble, and her face rounded slightly, her cheeks fuller and more cherubic. She noticed her energy dipping mid-day, leading to naps, but the bars kept her going. In March, at 170 pounds, the changes accelerated. Her belly developed a soft pooch that hung over her waistbands, about 3 inches of overhang when sitting. Stretch marks appeared faintly on her breasts and hips, pink lines tracing her expansion like delicate tattoos.
Clothing issues mounted. Her work uniform pants split at the seams one day, forcing her to borrow a larger pair from a coworker. "Oopsie! Must've sat wrong," she laughed. Her buttocks, now fuller and heart-shaped, strained leggings to transparency. She started wearing flowy dresses to hide the growing muffin top, but her bust refused to be contained, buttons popping during shifts.
Months 4-6: The Voluptuous Overload (April-June)
Spring bloomed, and so did Emily. By April, weighing 195 pounds, her body was transforming into a exaggerated version of its former self. The protein helped build some muscle underneath, but the calories piled on fat. Her bust reached 38G, enormous orbs that swayed with every step, causing backaches she soothed with extra bars (wait, no—just the one daily, but she felt tempted). Each breast felt heavy, like carrying melons, and her nipples grew more sensitive from the constant rubbing against fabric.
Her waist hit 32 inches, a soft roll forming above her hips, which now measured 44 inches. Her thighs thickened to 28 inches each, chafing when she walked, leading her to apply lotion liberally. Her calves softened, and her ankles swelled slightly from the weight. Face-wise, a double chin emerged when she smiled, and her neck thickened subtly. Energy fluctuations hit hard; the high protein kept her alert, but the fat gain made her lethargic, leading to more sedentary days on the couch.
In May, at 220 pounds, mobility changed. Stairs left her breathless, her massive bust heaving with effort. Stretch marks deepened, spiderwebbing across her belly, which now protruded 5 inches when relaxed—a doughy apron that jiggled with laughter. Her buttocks grew to epic proportions, each cheek round and firm yet soft, measuring about 22 inches across together. She had to buy new bras online, custom 40H, but even those overflowed. Dates noticed; some were intimidated by her size, others entranced. Emily, ditzy as ever, thought, "I'm just filling out nicely!"
June brought her to 245 pounds. Her arms, now 16 inches around, had bingo wings that flapped when she waved. Her hips swayed dramatically, knocking into tables at work. Cellulite covered her thighs and butt like orange peel, and varicose veins hinted at the strain. She started sweating more, her body heat rising from the insulation. Yet, she persisted with the bars, convinced they were her "secret to glow."
Months 7-9: The Monumental Makeover (July-September)
Summer heat amplified everything. By July, at 270 pounds, Emily's bust was a 42I, impossible to hide. Tops rode up, exposing her belly rolls—now three distinct layers when sitting. Her waist was 36 inches, hips 48 inches, creating a pear-like shape atop her original hourglass. Thighs rubbed constantly, 32 inches each, and her knees ached from the load. She waddled slightly, her gait adjusted for balance.
In August, 295 pounds, health tweaks appeared: mild sleep apnea from neck fat, and her feet swelled into size 9 shoes (up from 7). Her skin stretched, more marks on her inner thighs and underarms. But her hair grew thicker from the protein, and her nails stronger—small perks. She quit dating, focusing on "self-care" (aka more TV and bars). Friends expressed concern, but Emily brushed it off: "I'm just curvier! It's trendy!"
September hit 320 pounds. Her belly dominated, a 10-inch overhang that slapped her thighs when walking. Breasts rested on it, creating a shelf effect. Buttocks protruded shelf-like too, making chairs creak. She panted after short walks, but the bars' energy kept her functional.
Months 10-12: The Grand Finale (October-December)
Fall brought reflection, but not for Emily. At 345 pounds in October, her body was a testament to excess. Bust: 44J, each weighing perhaps 15 pounds, causing chronic back pain. Waist: 40 inches, hips: 52 inches. Thighs: 36 inches, calves pudgy. She shopped plus-size, loving the soft fabrics.
November, 370 pounds: Mobility scooter considerations, but she walked (waddled) on. Belly apron reached mid-thigh, stretch marks vivid. Energy waned, but bars helped.
By December 31, exactly one year later, Emily weighed 395 pounds. Her final measurements: bust 46K (overflowing any bra), waist 44 inches, hips 56 inches. Thighs 40 inches, arms 20 inches. Her face was round, with plump cheeks and a pronounced double chin. Cellulite everywhere, veins visible
