Samantha didn't do a whole lot of work. In fact, Samantha did literally nothing but eat, all day. And it was obvious. What was left of her pajamas clung to her soft, slightly-sweaty skin for dear life, and she became entirely accustomed to feeling another seam burst and seeing another blob of flesh pour out from the hole. Her ass seemed to be bloating up the fastest; it looked like she had stuffed two beach balls full of water in the seat of her pants! And the gas... The gas kept coming, not that she cared. All she thought about, aside from eating, was relieving her tummy's high pressure, leaving her farting and belching in ecstasy, her bellyache slightly relieved every time she let loose.
Eventually, she tore off the remnants of her pajamas and tried to squeeze into stretch-pants and a t-shirt. She barely fit, but it was better than the pajamas; though, it was already stained with sauce.
Then, four hours later, it happened. She finally ate all the Porky Pies in her house. She felt- and nearly looked- as though she'd swallowed an anchor whole. All she could think about was her big, red belly, heaving up and down as she breathed, swelling, digesting, filling up with and expelling gas...
She needed more. Now. She carried her groaning, swollen belly to her bed, where she plopped with an enormous sloshy "THUD", and called Dani.
"Dani? I Fbbbbffrrrraaaaaaaapppppthht really need some more Porky Pies. And Greasy Fries. and- y'know what, just bring over, like, 5 of the whole menu."
"S-Samantha?! Is that really you, ma'am? What was that noise?!"
"Dani, please, I Beeeeeellllllch! need your help. Just d-BRAAAP -Do as I say!"
"Uh, y-yes, ma'am!" With that, Dani hung up, and Sam pondered how she was going to waddle all the way to the door.