"H-have to get out of here..." Karen stammered as tears began to form in her eyes.
She grabbed hold of her shirt and tried to cover her exposed belly as she ran from the bathroom, but as she passed the kitchen, the smell of barbecue ribs, burgers, fries and grilled cheese filled her nostrils...and for the first time since she had started working here, the smell was actually appealing. Very appealing. As if on cue, her stomach emitted a loud rumble, and she clutched at her bloated pot belly as she found herself walking to the kitchen.
"Karen, where have you been?" The Chef asked. "There's tons of customers out there!"
"In...in a minute..." Karen muttered as she made her way towards the food piling up on the counter.
"Karen? Why is your shirt open? Are you feeling all right? What...what's wrong with your stomach?"
Karen ignored his questions and grabbed hold of one of the plates, she let the smell engulf her for a moment before plunging her face into the sea of fries, greedily gobbling them up as her belly continued to grumble and roar. She seized a jumbo sized burger and crammed it into her mouth, smearing her face with sauce and grease before devouring it in three bites and moving onto the ribs beside it. The Chef just stared at her in amazement. Karen didn't even realize he was there, she was barely aware of what she was doing, all she knew was that she needed to silence her growling stomach.
"Karen, what the hell are you doing?!"
Karen had devoured three meals by this point, and as she started on her third burger, her belly starting to bulge out once again, growing bigger and rounder with each bite. It pushed out uncontrollably, inflating like a balloon, pushing her pants further down her legs, and forcing her the last two buttons on her shirt to stretch apart. Only when she had finished eating everything in sight did her hunger subside, as she realized what she had done...she looked in horror at her hugely swollen belly and ran back to the bathroom in a clumsy, waddling manner. She shoved open the door with her globular stomach and stumbled into one of the stalls, locking the door behind her. Her pants slipped down her legs, and as she sat down on the toilet seat, the last button of her shirt popped.
"NO! URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP! NO!" Karen sobbed as she watched her stomach bulge into her lap, her hands massaging the bloated mass frantically. "WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?"
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