A few days later in the morning, Lalia laied in the same red bed. She wore the same golden chemise. Still her arms and face looked like ever before. She was still sleeping. In front of her face, there were two roundings in the carpenter, due to her boobs having grown again because of her constant gain. She now had an I-cup size, of 110 centimeters. That resulted in the upper part, being a bit tight. By now you could call her chubby. Her butt was sticking out, and Lalia did nothing to avoid this, even though, she was around 220 lbs. A She rang the bell. "Breakfast! I'm starving!", she shouted. A second later, the usual carts full of pancakes came in. She didn't even talk to the people, carrying in her meals, but dug in right away. "Is everything to your liking, Miss?", one of the kitchen-staff members asked. In between mouths full of food, she mumbled: "I think so." The girl didn't even have to move. She just layed on her stomach, while her long tongue put the pancakes into her mouth, and she gorged them down. Slowly her dress became tighter in the mid-section. Her belly grew again, and soon she laid on a small bowl of food. The constant eating had taken quite an impact on her appetite. When her tongue couldn't reach the food anymore, she began to use her arms, to stuff the delicious treats into her mouth. Earlier than usual, her ass reached the top of her bed. That was when her arms couldn't reach the food anymore. "Ah, that was a good one", she said to herself, while she looked at the giant belly under her. "I can't believe I was ever worried about getting fat", she thought to herself. "It makes my roundings much more feminine and allows me to stuff whenever I want to. A good full stomach is just a good feeling." With that, she began messaging the parts of her giant gut, that she was able to reach. The next hours after the binge, only were about laying there and waiting until the giant meat-ball that was her belly, shrunk down, so she could move again. Which in her case, always took a little time.