She felt tenderly aroused whenever she ate a lot and filled her belly to completeness, so whenever she could, she would push herself to go further than she has ever before.
Celebrating for no reason at all she started whipping up a storm in the kitchen and making a feast even the fattest woman couldn't eat without popping.
It took an hour and half to complete but as that last seconds of the microwave whithered away, as the oven timer slowed down, and as the delivery men came and went anticipation grew wildly. And before she knew it her kitchen table was filled with plates and cups piled high with moist and tender food awaiting consumption.
She started eating, downing three bites at once. She hardly chewed as with every bite her wants, her inner most desire started to evolve and explode like fireworks inside of her.
Her pace quickened and her fat thickened. Every inch of food she put in her mouth, she felt her belly growing immensely and with more speed then she had ever felt before. Her hunger was nearing completion, yet food still heavily populated the groaning table. She felt her bloating reach an all time high, with her belly peaking high. Her skin strained painfully and her breathing quickened, the eating was making her physically tired.
"It hurts....so...much..." Susan moaned as she loaded up her plate again with chicken. Each soft and creamy bite floated motionlessly into her craving mouth.
Suddenly though, as Susan's tongue was nearing the white center bone the doorbell rang...it couldn't be another delivery man, could it? If it was he was terribly late!
Susan pressed her feet against the ground to heave herself out of her chair, but nothing happened. Sucking her gut in she pressed again. "OOOOWW!" She yelped as the immense gravity of her belly pinned her to the chair. Her fat and tender gut imprisoning her, forcing her to eat more.
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