Haley lay splayed out on the couch, feet propped up and legs spread wide to let the glutted dome of her stomach drop between her fluffy thighs as it churned and gurgled.
Ice cream carton perched precariously on the second table her belly provided, Haley slowly scooped bite after bite into her mouth. Gingerly, as if subconsciously aware of how close it was rupturing, the overstuffed college student added tiny bits of sugar and dairy to the mountain within.
As she watched reruns of The Office, Haley forced her eyes to stay open as she worked her way to the bottom of the carton. Her increasingly greedy nature would not let her let the ice cream go to waste, and she was in no condition to return it to the freezer.
When at last the ice cream carton, sucked dry and no longer cold, slid down the large slope of Haley's stomach, both container and spoon falling carelessly to the floor, the mockumentary was showing an episode where two characters were competing for Kevin –the fat guy's– girl scout cookie order.
***
Kevin: ...That's too bad. 'cause I was feeling particularly hungry this year.
Darryl: Yeah, okay, so what, you buy 40 boxes?
Kevin: Hungrier.
Toby: 50?
Kevin: Hungrier.
Darryl: You're not talking... triple digits?
***
Haley's heavy eyelids dropped closed, and as she ran both hands along the slope of her gut, her arms slowed and dropped to her sides. As the chubby brunette slipped into sleep, she inaudibly muttered
"Hungrier..."
*******
Haley woke in her bed, sun streaming somehow both brighter and less obnoxious than she usually found it. She felt none the worse for her binge the previous day, and slipped on a robe before padding her way down to the kitchen, the smells of frying batter and maple syrup already teasing her nostrils.
"Woah..."
Haley's mother had been over-feeding her for a few months now, so she had gotten accustomed to a decent spread at every meal, but this was ridiculous. The kitchen table was loaded down with enough food to feed an army. Every square inch was covered, her mother had made stacks of pancakes and waffles over a foot high, several dozen eggs had to have gone into those omelette mounds, to say nothing of various greasy meats and gravies.
Her stomach was back to its softened and empty state, and reminded Haley of its presence with a forceful growl, and she shrugged away the odd sight as normal and sat down.
There was so much food on the table it should have taken hours to eat it all, but Haley found herself licking her plate clean mere moments later. Setting it down she looked across the table sadly. Placing a hand on her stomach she was surprised. Yes, it was somewhat larger than it had been when she sat down, but it was still just as soft.
And empty.
And growling again.
"Hey mama, I'm still hungry, do we have any more?"
Right at that moment, Mrs. West entered the dining room rolling a wheeled cart. It was stacked high with platters mirroring the ones on the table. Or at least, the ones on the table when they had been full. They were now empty. In fact they were now gone. Haley glanced across the vast wooden plane and found the surface empty save for her plate and a large glass, both sparkling clean and ready to be used. She had no time to dwell on this oddity however, as her mother began loading the table with French toast, scrambled eggs, steaming biscuits, and fruit parfaits that were more cream than fruit.
"Here you go Haley, this should hold you until lunch."
Haley was already shoveling food into her mouth at an inhuman pace.
"Well, maybe I'll whip up a quick brunch..."
Once again Haley found herself staring over an empty table in dismay, stacks of empty platters and bowls, dried pitchers and the lingering aroma of her second breakfast taunting her.
Somehow during her meal Haley had gotten dressed, though she certainly did not remember doing so. She had on a very large button down blouse and a skirt with an elastic waist. As she patted her large middle to sooth the rumbling that had started anew, Haley took only a split second to notice that her arms seemed more jiggly than usual, and her hands reached her waist sooner than she expected, before calling out
"More please, mama!"
Mrs. West returned with the cart again. The poor contraption audibly creaked as it rolled, testifying to its excessive burden.
"I thought you might want some brunch..." the older woman said, panting.
This feast was similar to the last, but with pitchers of mimosa and crepes full of pie filling.
Time seemed to fly by but also stand still. One minute her mother was wheeling out a cart of burgers and hot dogs and it was mid-day, the next it was multiple ice cream cakes and it was night. Or at least, Haley thought it was night, it never got particularly dark.
The only constant was the food. The food kept coming, and Haley kept eating it. And as she ate, Haley grew. So focussed was she on eating that Haley didn't notice when her hips, which had started the day pressed into the arms of the chair, broke them off completely.
A couple carts of food later the chair finally gave up the ghost, a loud *crack* sounding as Haley swallowed a large bite of Philly cheesesteak. The fat brunette glanced around, barely surprised, then continued eating. Huffing and panting, Mrs. West rushed over to slide two chairs together, getting her daughter seated at the table again, before wheeling the cart back in filled with pasta this time.
The day was turning into a blur. Haley would clear the table, her mom would fill it again. At some point the wheeled cart sprouted another level, the entire thing barely fit through the kitchen door, Mrs. West seeming more and more winded every time she pushed it through.
"Ready for more, mama!"
"I'm still hungry, mama!"
"Can I have more pies please, mama!"
Over and over the cycle repeated, and Haley grew. One-by-one buttons flew off her overtaxed blouse, and the next moment she had on a new, larger one.
"More cake please!"
The two chairs also proved insufficient for their task and crumpled under Haley's ass as it swelled over their sides. By this point the twin bubbles of her behind lifted Haley so far up that she could reach the table better seated on the floor anyway. At least now her growing gut could expand under the table instead of impeding her reach toward more food.
Cart after cart, tray after tray, plate after plate. Eventually the table itself started to shake between feedings, as it had grown to fill the available space and started to press against the underside of the piece of furniture.
Somewhere her mother had gotten a hand truck, and rolled in a 55 gallon vat of chocolate milkshake with a hose. Haley sucked on this while her mother set up the next feast, and the table slowly lifted off the ground by her growing form.
Every time she saw her, Haley's mother looked more haggard and worn than the time before. For a long time she was able to brush it off, her hunger keeping her distracted, until she saw that her mother seemed slightly thinner each time, her clothes starting to hang off her increasingly gaunt form. It was almost as if Mrs. West was wasting away as her daughter ballooned.
Suddenly a new voice entered the room.
"Congratulations, little sis!"
It was Tara, in all her "perfect big sister" glory. Except, Tara wasn't so big anymore to Haley's eyes. As she tore the meat of a turkey wing, Haley realized she was not looking up at her sister, but looking down. Haley had been eating and growing for so long that she was bigger than her sister in all dimensions.
Instead of chiding her for her weight, Tara approached her sister in awe and placed a now tiny hand on a gut that was bigger than she was.
"I see you've been celebrating pretty hard. I bet you don't even fit out the door anymore..."
Haley had run out of food and had not eaten for almost 20 seconds, and her massive stomach started to rumble again. The floor and walls started to shake, cracks forming in the drywall as the gargantuan Haley rubbed her belly again.
"Oh, still hungry are we?"
Mrs. West rolled another vat of milkshake in, and Tara saw her mother's state.
"Oh, mom, have you been cooking all day? You should have called me I'd have gotten her sooner."
Tara took the hand truck from her mother and stood on a chair to stick the hose into her sister's mouth. Giving an affectionate pat to an arm wider than her hips, Tara joined her mother in the kitchen.
The two women worked with renewed vigor, now able to share the workload of keeping Haley's meals coming. For her part, Haley just kept eating and eating, and growing and growing.
Her belly had broken the legs off the table long ago and crushed it against the far wall.
As the room got crowded she laid on her back, belling towering toward the ceiling, and her head gradually inching into the kitchen door.
Tara slowly joined her mother in growing thinner, more gaunt and haggard as the two women cooked and cooked and fed and fed Haley's bottomless appetite.
She grew concerned as she watched her family labor to keep her fed, eventually wishing she could just get full and let them rest. But she never stopped feeling hungry. She ate and ate as her body filled the room and the walls started to bulge outward, literally outgrowing the house with her greedy appetite. But no matter how many millions of calories she consumed, Haley's body and mind had one singular thought:
"Hungry..."
*******
Haley started awake in a cold sweat, breathing heavy. Looking around she saw she was back in their living room, the TV lit the room with the glow of a black screen and a prompt
"Are you still watching?"
Haley let out a massive sigh, and reached out to cradle and massage her tummy. She found it quite large but still human sized. It was notably softer than it had been when she nodded off.
Then it growled. Softly at first but growing in intensity.
"I wonder if mama left anything in the fridge...?"
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