(To herself) "Oh no not the sponge cake, the way she makes that it's almost if you were eating a cloud with how often I use to burp when eating it with the family.
In a fit of terror, Elizebeth gazed on to her crazed mother's prying. Shelly was force fed the rest of the 1st level of the multi tier'd cake.
"I can't take much more Mrs. Konle, I enjoy the cake but i'm really full!" Gasping her taught belly that now felt like she had eaten a bowling ball whole.
Humming to herself in an attempt to drown out Shelly's plees, Mrs. Konle cleared the table for the next 3 rows of cake. Shelly felt her body move on its own, getting stiffer and more air tight. Right before her eyes her belly puffed out once more, but this time it didn't stop...
"She already ate that much of it? No one in the family can even stand more than a thin sliver of the stuff, no way..."
Completely ignoring how uncomfortable Shelly sounded, sqaure after square of the sponge cake was stuffed down Shelly's throat, until...
"That's enough mot..h." That's all Elizebeth could get out before her mother stuffed the entire bottom half of the cake down elly's gullet in less then 5 minutes.
Stepping back she could feel her stomach pulsating, and as she touched it, letting out a faint burp, her underbelly swelled and she was short of breath.
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