Fairground Fattening Pt4

Hey everyone. Uploading the next two parts today as we get closer and closer to Halloween. I just finished the tenth prompt and have only three more to go. I should be able to write more later so I think we're on track for completion on Monday. 

Thanks again for your support.

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“Munch-munch chew! Mmmmmmm! These chocolate covered marshmallows are so good” Tamara moaned as she walked around people. “Mhmmmm! I should have gotten more!”

The tigress walked around a few people; her eyes closed as she bit into yet another sweet delicacy. She had an empty toothpick in one hand and a box containing probably a dozen or so chocolate covered marshmallows from the last booth she had visited. They were practically forcing them on her, so who was she to turn them down. It was all free after all.

Since having the two pieces of corn on the cob, something had awakened inside of Tamara. She had assumed it was just the fact she had not eaten much since this journey started, but as time went on, it was rather apparent that that was not the case. Passing by a booth that was handing out cheesesteaks had confirmed that, as, without much prodding from the proprietor, Tamara had accepted a fully loaded sandwich and was eagerly stuffing it in her mouth, not caring if she made a mess or not.

The smells she was sensing were making her mouth water as she walked, and she could barely think about anything else other than where they were coming from. Thankfully, with her wrist band, she was able to experience as many of these wares as possible, and for free. All it took was her lifting her arm enough for them to see she was “VIP”, and the food was in her greedy hands.

As she went from booth to booth, the calories she was consuming were readily and easily turning into fat. By the time she had finished off the cheesesteak and then the ensuing bacon grilled cheese, thirteen pounds had already found their way to her middle. When the last zeppole was swallowed, another eight pounds had been added. Now, after a few smores, a fried Oreo or two (or six), and a few of the chocolate covered marshmallows, another 20 pounds had been added.

It mostly showed in her belly, but it had really gone everywhere. Buttons had burst open at the bottom of her jacket, coming undone, never to be closed again. Up top they clung on desperately, though it was definitely going to be a losing cause. Her breasts had expanded more than a bra size, finally making them noticeable. She had always been somewhat flat chested, with many sometimes confusing her for a man, but that would no longer be the case. Her face had also rounded out, giving her more pleasant and less combative features.

Her thighs had thickened up and there was definitely less space in between them as she took slow strides around the fairgrounds. Her slacks were pulled tight against those fuller legs and were not hanging loose like they had before. Behind her, her rear had thrust itself out, pressing the fabric tight and allowing those to see the starts of panty lines as her butt bobbed up and down with each step. Her tail swayed happily as she munched on her snack, not a care in the world. In fact, she had begun to let her mind forget about her car, up until her phone went off to let her know it was 2. and the screen saver was a picture of her in front of said car.

“Shit, I should, chew, check to see if Dale is around. Maybe he’ll have changed his mind and will be nice and help me out. After all, chomp, I did play his dumb game and I’m wearing this wrist band.”

With that, she put her phone back in her pocket and made her way back to the
“Guess your weight booth”, making sure to finish her marshmallows before she did so. She didn’t want them to go to waste.