She never intended to drink the whole pack. She really never intended to drink more than half of the first bottle. Just a little bit of extra padding, preferably in the tits and hips. But as the soft, velvety warmth flowed through her and settled across her body like a blanket, she couldn't help but feel the first embers of arousal swirl within her. And by the time the first bottle was nothing but pink dregs rolling across the vinyl, she was already eyeing the second one. Before she could think about stopping herself, she was chugging it.
And then, after the second, what was the third? Somewhere, in the back of her head, a tiny rational voice screamed at her to stop while she still could. While she had only done two hundred pounds of damage to herself. But a more insistent voice, one that spoke in sensual whispers and caressed her pussy as it moaned in her ear, told her that it would be so much more fun to drink it all. After all, there was no way she could lose two hundred pounds anyway. So might as well make it twelve hundred and have some fun. Might as well feel herself get heavier, fuller, swelling out of everything she ever thought she would own.
And when it was all over, when a dozen empty bottles littered the room and the only she had left were her own belabored gasps and the receding cocktail of hormones coursing through her veins, still the only thing she could think was whether they'd let her order another pack.