There was a jar of olives. Buffy could eat that, and she did, simply emptying it into her mouth, then picking up the ones that fell and eating those, too. A bottle of ketchup? That was food, and Buffy's insatiable belly demanded it. Some mustard next to that. That container soon emptied completely into Buffy's stomach.
So I'm reduced to eating condiments then? Buffy thought, her eyes scanning the kitchen. She walked, with some discomfort, to the fridge. She kept hand over her stomach. It was growing tighter by the second. She felt her skin stretch around it. Soon it would be sticking out past her breasts. She already thought she must looked pregnant, and felt it. Her back ached a little from the unfamiliar weight up front.
She ripped open a packet of hot dogs and ate them, one by one, raw. She grimaced at herself. They tasted disgusting uncooked, and she felt disgusting eating them, but she simply couldn't stop. Her body was out of her control. Every edible thing she saw, she had to eat. Her stomach churned despite being too full to do anything but sit there like a giant, heavy lump in her body.
Buffy opened the freezer. Ice cream. She yanked the top off. Without getting a spoon she just dug her fingers in and shoveled it into her mouth. Each swallow was painful as it stretched her tummy further. This was when Buffy finally gave into panic. A gallon of ice cream, gone in five minutes. A bag of frozen peas gone in even less. The skin over her stomach stretched painfully as she began to feel her hips ache. She felt a tickling feeling around her belly button. She reached out to feel it and heard a distinct 'pop' as it pushed itself out.
While her lungs were getting too compressed by her swollen gut to truly scream, Buffy did her best to at least yelp. She waddled backwards holding her belly in her hands. It was impossible. The freezer was completely empty except for some frozen meats. But there was no way she could eat those. They'd break her teeth. She reached for them, and then with a great force of will hurled herself against the counter by the phone. Before her stomach could groan at her to do otherwise, she dialed.
"Hello?" came Giles' voice over the phone.
Buffy croaked out, "Giles . . . help!" and then dropped it.
"Buffy? Buffy?" she heard, but already her belly was leading her across the kitchen again. There was still some food left in the fridge, she knew. She held onto her back as she walked, sticking out her belly like she really was a pregnant woman. There must be nearly thirty pounds of food in there. Not a lot of weight for a slayer to lift, but it was a different thing when it was inside of her.
Okay. Giles is coming. Just have to hold out until then, she thought, only slightly calmed at the thought. Her stomach moaned.
If I don't explode before then, she thought in panic, knowing that she was already far more stuffed than any regular person could ever be.
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