"You know I would," Lana said. She was hungry, despite being so full. And the squash casserole Rachel had made smelled delicious. It was a far cry from the rich candies she had been eating all day.
"And thanks," Lana added as they sat down. "I know it's been tough but I'll be able to pull my weight gain, don't worry about that. Wow, this is amazing. Is it a different recipe?" Lana dug in with abandon. The food fought for room in her stomach while she willingly forced it into her mouth.
"Um, no, it's the same..." Rachel said, hesitating. She had barely picked at her own plate by the time Lana was done.
Lana patted her stomach. She no longer tried to suck it in, even with the tight, trim Rachel looking at her oddly.
"What is it?" Lana asked.
Rachel shrugged, and continued eating.
"Mind if I have some more?" Lana asked. She couldn't believe she was still hungry, but she was. Without waiting for a response, she grabbed another helping. That, too, found its way into her increasingly full stomach.
"Ow," Lana stood up again, a sharp pain around her middle. Her buttoned shirt hugged her middle, indecently, Rachel thought. Lana realized she needed to unbutton her jeans or she wouldn't be able to eat anymore. Why should I want more? I'm stuffed, she thought, but still walked back to the stove to grab another helping. This time, she took most of what was left like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Rachel stared at her. "That's supposed to last us a couple of days..."
Lana didn't hear her. With her back to Rachel, she sucked in as much as she could and unbuttoned her jeans. She sighed with relief and blushed with embarrassment. Her shirt was just long enough to hide that concession to her sudden, inexplicable gluttony.
Lana told Rachel she'd clean up the kitchen in thanks. She didn't apologize for eating the whole casserole. She knew she should. Rachel subscribed to the planned meals school of thought. She'd make casseroles or other dishes intended to last a few days. Normally neither of them would be a big enough pig to eat it all in one night.
At least not normally, Lana thought. Her shirt strained against her belly, the buttons over her middle opening to reveal her undershirt. Every time she leaned over to wash the dishes she felt it poke into the counter, that hard ball of food and the unsightly pudge over it. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt. Not just because she upset Rachel's meal plan, but because she had made a pig of herself and Rachel knew it.
But probably the most embarrassing moment came when Lana went to wash the dish, and then with a surge of uncontrollable hunger, stuck her face in the bowl and licked it clean of every last drop of food. She quickly washed it after that, then held her rounded stomach in her hands. She couldn't wait to remove her clothes and slip into bed. The tank tops and short she slept in did nothing to hide that belly, and today's damage to it, but at least she wasn't suffocating.
The last indignity came as Rachel left her room and saw Lana going to hers, her shirt tank top riding up over her belly.
"Uh, hey, Rachel, sorry about eating everything. I don't know what came over me," she said. And it was honest. Really, it felt more like a dream of eating now, even if the effects were with her, growling and straining in her belly.
"Yeah, well," Rachel said, and Lana braced herself for a passive aggressive insult that Rachel turned to when annoyed, but not annoyed enough to be angry, "I guess it's for the best. Better you not fitting into your jeans than me, right?"
Lana rolled her eyes and Rachel gave a forced laugh. Lana was just glad Rachel wasn't mad. She was mad enough at herself for stuffing herself all day, and being unable to control herself at dinner. As Lana drifted off to sleep, her hand over stuffed stomach, she had the crazy thought that she could actually go for some ice cream, or some cake...
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