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Her first semester as a departmental intern began, and before she knew it, Lalia was knuckling down to life as a professional student. It was a career that she took to readily as part intern, helping with the administration of the faculty, part research fellow writing academic papers for the university and part scholarship student working towards a postgraduate diploma. Soon she found that the combination of the various grants she received plus her supplementary salary enabled Lalia to live a relatively comfortable, stress-free life. She was never worried about when the next bill would arrive and her engaging, intellectually stimulating job meant she was rarely frustrated or bored in her work. The general informality of her role also gave her plenty of spare time, late starts and even long weekends. But surprisingly, this didn’t encourage her to coast along lazily; there was a time when Lalia could’ve existed solely on her looks, but she had lately discovered a newfound preference to rely on her brains. She had always been a bright if complacent student, and although she had certainly not lost her sedentary lifestyle, she dedicated herself to her studies wholeheartedly. Jane and Lalia kept in touch almost constantly, frequently texting and skyping each other and chatting using instant messaging. In contrast, Lalia’s homelife would have seemed highly dysfunctional to an outside observer. The lack of formality in her work life left her free to stuff herself almost whenever she wanted, and no sooner had the pounds bestowed upon her by her astonishingly vast all-you-can-eat stuffing Jane witnessed settled when even more weight would be piled onto her curvy frame. Dress sizes simply reeled by in a blur, and soon calendar pages did the same. Over the always-fattening months of September through December, Lalia put on an astonishing four stones, seeming to her colleagues to be inflating daily. Never wearing the same outfit twice, the flourishing young woman either outgrew her clothes whilst they were in the laundry or burst out of them before they could get that far.

Thanksgiving and Christmas inevitably saw Lalia bloat impossibly, growing curves upon curves and leaving her original size nothing but a dim and distant memory. Fortunately for both of their sakes, Jane was unable to make it up the coast during the holiday season, visiting her Mom instead. Had they met up Jane would no doubt have been on Lalia’s case about her weight gain; as it was, the swelling redhead ballooned freely without the gaze of a flatmate to admonish her. As a result, Lalia had now reached the point where she even looked fat in bulky, blanketing items of clothing like thick overcoats,
‘It’s just some winter weight,’ she convinced herself of the multiple, blubbery rolls of flab occasionally glimpsed in her mirror, ‘I can lose this quite easily,’
Not only had she not attempted this however, but had no intention of doing so. Had she tried to lose the considerable weight she had gained over the previous six months, Lalia would have found it stuck firmly to her. A few weeks into the New Year, with Lalia’s body shape fundamentally and almost irreversibly changed, she conversed at length with Jane online for the first time since before the holidays,
‘Happy New Year!!! ’ typed Lalia, her laptop balanced on her plush thighs, covered only by pyjama shorts. She rolled her eyes and smiled slightly as she saw Jane’s message in reply,
‘How’s my favorite BBW?’
Lalia wasn’t quite in BBW territory yet; due to her height, Lalia’s size had spread rather favourably over her frame, resulting in a strong Amazonian look. She looked rather like somebody who enjoyed her food as opposed to being overweight, although she now was, by a couple of stones. Nevertheless, the extra pounds had been extraordinarily kind to Lalia. Her newly-developed weight manifested itself evenly all over her body from head to toe, resulting in her chubbiness now pleasingly testing the constraints of whatever clothing was stretched over it. She was just developing the first buddings of a double chin, a slight pillow of flesh padding out her lower jaw, whilst even her gorgeous lips looked fuller. Any angular appearance Lalia’s cheekbones had formerly was also now rosily cushioned, her face filling out and looking decadently plump. Weight had stayed away from her neck, throat and shoulders, which still looked elegantly slim, preferring to chub out her upper arms into jiggling, fleshy counterparts to her lusciously chubby thighs. The tops of her legs rubbed together tantalisingly at times as she walked, altering her gait into a sensuous, swaying half-waddle. This was augmented by her expanding ass, which was developing into a quite sizable booty, and swung mesmerically two and fro under Lalia’s newly-altered walking style. Laila’s silhouette had spread out slightly overall, most noticeably plugging the gap between her legs and below her pelvis with fattening, well-fed thigh flesh. However it was her torso that had undergone the most radical changes and contributed most strongly to Lalia’s curvy, Amazonian figure. Always the most eye-catching part of her form, Lalia’s breasts had swelled to truly epic proportions, a vast, barely-restrained veranda of flesh entirely blocking her view of her lower body when she stood. Her bust ballooned out incredibly from her chest to an astounding P-cup size and Lalia was unable to find a bra anywhere near large enough to contain the mind-boggling immensity of her tits. Currently they were testing the limits of her largest bra and bulging brazenly out of any top unlucky enough to be charged with obscuring them. Although her belly was so often the focal point of Lalia’s attentions, it was puffing up relatively gradually compared to other parts of her body. Her bloated tummy swelled outwards into a prominent, semi-pregnant gut, currently growing in one smooth, pert, rounded mass which stretched her creamy skin sedately into a bulging convex reinforcing its appearance of early pregnancy. Lalia’s tits masked its quiet but consistent growth, providing a considerable slimming effect ironic for their tremendous size. Lalia had lately found herself the subject of even more male attention and admiration than usual. This particularly she enjoyed, along with the fact that she was simply far more visible than before. Her boobs had always been noticeable from across a crowded room, which could now certainly be said for her ass, whilst her tits were probably visible from space. It was also, she found, becoming more difficult to cover her feminine charms with clothing and Lalia often became aware that she was unwittingly spilling from her clothes, usually to the evident excitement of onlookers. But BBW, she wasn’t. Not for the time being, at least,
‘I’m wonderful darling,’ Lalia messaged back, choosing not to take issue with Jane’s tongue-in-cheek reference to her upwards-creeping weight, although it hurt her pride slightly to know that even her best friend was poking fun at her,
‘How r u?’ Lalia continued. They messaged back and forth long into the night, telling of their respective yuletide exploits. What Lalia failed to say in her chat with Jane was what was on her mind, that she found herself increasingly conflicted lately. Although she was enjoying the more-than-ample attributes her increasing weight bestowed upon her, the Lalia of just a few months ago would have balked at the mere thought of being overweight. Her pristine pin-up-esque body had been her unspoken prized possession, and it had been taken away as if she were being punished for taking it for granted. But instead of tackling these difficult, deep-seated issues, Lalia gossiped away frivolously with her friend.

After Jane had made her excuses and logged out for the night, Lalia found herself feeling incredibly lonely in her lamplit living room without company. She sighed as she looked about the quiet house, clambered upright and slunk from the sofa to the kitchen, feeling her layers of fat swinging and swaying off her formerly trim frame beneath her deliberately loose-fitting clothes. Opening the well-stocked fridge absent-mindedly and, enveloped in its familiar glow, Lalia picked out a cake, turning and nudging the door closed with her curvy hip and setting the plate down on the kitchen table. She cut out a large slice from the circle, flipped it onto a small plate and tucked in with a spoon,
“Mmmm,” she approved, taking comforting mouthfuls of the large chocolate cake and smiling; perhaps things weren’t so bad. Apart from the odd late night spate of unwanted solitude, Lalia was rather enjoying her life. But at the moment she was enjoying her food, and decided having polished off the cake (gradually phasing out her use of cutlery and crockery) to continue her snack with a large trifle she had bought earlier that day. Dreamily rich cream, custard and sponge were soon being spooned into her mouth straight from the plastic container with the same utensil as she had used for the cake. Lalia did miss Jane greatly at times, she reflected, now moving on to ice cream in an unconscious continuation of her meal. But the dessert had its familiar relaxing effect upon her and she concluded it was nothing that a little comfort eating couldn’t put right.

“Unnghff!” Lalia groaned some hours later, in the very early hours of the morning. The kitchen was a scene of devastation as her midnight snack had morphed into an epic stuffing, with scraps of food and packaging littering every available surface. Lalia’s paralyzingly full tummy spanned out across the room, seeming to occupy every available inch of her tautened skin,
“*Uuuuurrrrpp!* Oooooohh!” she grimaced, pushing with her chubby legs and clambering up the chair back in an attempt to sit upright. Lalia’s belly swelled out massively in front of her, bulging far along her thighs and beyond her knees; it ached as her tremendously full stomach stretched the extensive layer of fat around her girth painfully thin. This ordinarily thick sheet swathing Lalia’s waistline was spread to a barely-present jiggling smear around her spherical gut, the straining pressure of which the stuffed redhead felt keenly,
“Pheeeeewww!” she puffed out her cheeks, embracing her enormous belly with her arms in an attempt to dull its packed throbbing. Peering around her extensive girth receding beyond her view, Lalia afforded herself a brief smile despite her discomfort,
“Just like the good ol’ days,” she said aloud, the contents of her tummy glooping and gurgling noticeably in the late night hush. Lalia stirred again, her belly shuddering as she tried again to crane herself out of the slouch her weighty meal imposed upon her. As she attempted to sit her swollen body upright, her chunky hips wobbled and squirmed free of her pyjama pants’ waistband as her ass occupied much more of the seat and stretched her pants much more than she ever remembered it doing previously. With her spine finally against the back of the chair, Lalia glanced at the clock to see it was after 2am and decided it was definitely time for bed; she simply hadn’t noticed time pass in her fervour of feeding, and was now experiencing a guilty comedown. With bended knees she first rolled her ponderous belly forwards, its capacious underside wallowing on the cold kitchen tiles as she extracted herself from the seat. It then took some effort for Lalia to stand up straight, heaving her laden belly off its comfortable space on the floor with her chunky arms wrapped around her vast gut for support. Padding barefoot through the house and turning off the solitary living room lamp on her way to the staircase, Lalia felt the intense weight of her flourishing figure hanging ponderously from every inch of her, chiefly the incessant wobbling of her stunningly huge tits and overinflated butt as she moved. Meanwhile, straining at her midriff skin, Lalia’s belly bulged out before her and pulled heavily on her front as she waddled pendulously up the stairs, grunting with the added difficulty posed by her bulky hips and chafing thighs,
“Ohhhh, I am gonna regret this in the morning,” Lalia moaned to herself as she hauled her bloated body into bed and struggled to cover it with the sheets, settling down to get some sleep, “Maybe not quite like the good old days,”

Proving herself regrettably correct, Lalia awoke the next morning to the now-familiar sight of her gut still bursting roundly from her front. Although it neither looked nor felt quite so rampantly full as when she fell asleep, it remained a thick, undisguisable orb of a belly far outside the size range of even the heaviest of pregnancies. She rolled her eyes, yawning and stretching as she ran a hand along her naked belly flesh, feeling its spongily yielding surface,
“Awwww I’ve got to go to the office today!” Lalia groaned despondently as the realisation dawned upon her that she didn’t have all day to wait for her increasingly sluggish metabolism to chip away at her mammoth meal. She screwed up her eyes in frustration, a shock of adrenaline snapping her awake as she levered herself up on her elbows in the tentative yellow sunlight of morning. Lalia struggled against her jumbo tummy’s will to roll herself first onto her side, and then to swing her legs into a seated position on the edge of the bed. As she finally did so, her belly resounded with a clamorous *BLLLOOOOOMMPPHH!* as it lolled between her legs and off the mattress,
“What the hell are they gonna make of this?” she asked herself aloud, imagining with anguish the aghast faces of her colleagues upon her arrival. They were almost used to the intern’s habitually surging weight, but they had never yet witnessed a stuffed Lalia,
“*Bwwuuuuurrrpp!*” she belched involuntarily as a dislodged air pocket escaped her crowded tummy, as if reiterating that she was definitely still stuffed. At least, Lalia suggested to herself, it wasn’t such a stiflingly stiff globe as last night; that was progress, she consoled herself momentarily before noticing the clock read almost 7:40am,
‘Crap, that’s really late,’ Lalia cursed, with another languorous rub of her cavernous belly, ‘Especially this big, it’ll take me forever to get dressed,’
Lalia wiggled her backside towards the edge of the bed, her fat responding with a swaying jiggle, when her attention was taken by her hip overflowing the confines of her pants,
“Whoa! What are those?” Lalia pondered aloud to herself, looking from one side of her body to the other at the lines visible around her saddlebag-like hips. Her skin was sketched with the pale beginnings of stretchmarks as her flesh signalled the beginnings of its surrender, much to Lalia’s distress as she studied them. She watched as they contorted, almost as if working themselves larger with the slightest movement of her plush hips, which of course wobbled uncontrollably at the least provocation. It seemed Lalia’s morning couldn’t get any worse as she struggled to lift her awkwardly heavy rotundity from the yielding mattress. This sentiment was confirmed as she finally stood and felt the barely-reduced weight of her burgeoning belly bobbing extensively before her, bulging spherically down to her knees as it exerted its gurgling mass upon hips, legs and back,
“Ooohhh! My God!” Lalia groaned, rubbing her jutting tummy once more in an attempt to comfort it as a gurgle resounded deep within her. Squeezing her bloated flesh slightly, she could feel the layer of chub below her skin’s surface re-establishing itself and probably being added to by the reservoir of fat she had ingested the previous night,
“Seriously?” Lalia gasped, jiggling her giant gut, “I’ve really got to carry you around all day?”
With her stomach groaning as if in response, Lalia lurched across the room to dress, reaching for her sturdiest bra with an angry huff. Her boobs were clearly in an unruly mood however, bulging from the tops of the ludicrously huge brassiere’s purple cups, causing her plump cleavage to erupt towards her face,
“F-... seriously?” Lalia growled indignantly, corralling her vast tits into her underwear and blindly sliding some panties on as best she could underneath her swollen tummy. Then began the almost impossible process of selecting an outfit capable of containing her augmented figure. Dress after dress was cast onto the bed; many were unzippable, some made too short by Lalia’s expanded waistline, others stretched into eye-popping negligees by her sheer voluptuousness. Any fleeting thrill the plus-sized student felt about this was dispersed as she rendered the next dress into shreds simply by trying to pull it down over her giant gut.
‘Oh God, I used to love popping out of clothes,’ Lalia reflected mournfully whilst extracting herself from the ruined garment, ‘I’d all but fantasize about it,’
Finally, Lalia was essentially forced to settle for a deep blue summer-style dress adorned with white stylized daisies by time constraints and lack of another choice. Even so, the garment was far from ideal; it buttoned all the way up its front, which whilst affording the fattened girl access into the garment in the first instance, was far from flattering. Lalia felt ready to pop out of the buttons at any moment as they strained tautly, the gaps between them fanning to show glimpses of her expanded flesh beneath. She dug through a nearby drawer to find a suitable pair of nylons, stretching the hosiery from a discreet denier to nearly sheer over her fat thighs. Lalia eased the slips over her bulbous ass cheeks and felt the material expand immediately to the very limits of its capabilities. She turned to the mirror,
“Girl, you look ready to burst out of that outfit any second,” Lalia decided with a sigh as she studied her reflection, looking from the pressurised buttons and clinging fabric of her dress to the almost transparent stockings barely containing her legs. Then looking from the barely-fitting outfit to the clock, she realised she had no time to reconsider,
“Seriously?”

A bursting, blimp-sized Lalia slunk and sloshed about, keeping herself to herself that morning. Having barely raised her eyes from her desk since arriving several minutes late, she had been in the office for an uncomfortable hour or two when she anxiously realised she would have to retrieve some paperwork from elsewhere in the building. With a deep breath to both calm and gird herself for the effort required, Lalia furtively patted her brimming belly beneath her desk, out of sight of her co-workers,
‘C’mon, come on now,’ she encouraged herself, feeling the shallowly-descending curves of her jutting tummy beneath her fingers just beyond the span of her bent arms. Heaving herself to standing, she waddled cumbersomely from the room and into the corridor. Her route, however, took Lalia past other offices, and she was soon aware of somebody behind her,
“Ah... Lalia?” Dr. Lewis cleared his throat quietly, trying his best not to notice the monumental ass bouncing in front of him as he tapped Lalia’s shoulder,
“*Bllllluuuuuurrrrbbblle!* Yeah?” Lalia chirped, swinging her protruding gut around 180 degrees to point at the red-faced professor, who had to hop backwards to avoid its radius,
“Can... can I have a word?” he mumbled as it jiggled to a stop, motioning for her to join him in his office,
“Ungh... Ah, yeah, sure!” Lalia grinned uncomfortably, trying to squirm her spreading flesh further inbetween the straining buttons of her outfit unsuccessfully. She followed Dr. Lewis into his hushed study, cursing the silence under her breath as her belly’s massive contents churned audibly with every step. He bustled behind his large wooden desk to sit, gesticulating to the vacant chair facing his name plaque,
“Please, have a seat,” he offered graciously,
“Ah... yeah, sure,” Lalia repeated, her cheeks colouring as she realised it was fairly dubious she could sit down whilst preventing her rotund gut from pinging a button across the room. She pursed her lips, smoothing the unbecomingly tight material across her rounded backside, emptying her lungs of air and ever so carefully lowering herself downwards to the wooden wheeled chair. Lalia’s tremendous ass sunk snugly between the arms of the antique seat, which complained loudly as it bore her substantial weight and the fastenings of her garment creaked as they pulled tighter than ever. Her belly’s capacious contents sloshed mischievously, her tummy bulging into every available inch of material and gathering in a corpulent swell atop her cushiony, squished-together thighs. Lalia wincingly settled onto the seat with her outfit still somehow intact, barely daring to breathe and having to wilfully prevent her hands from cradling the sides of her enormous gut, as the professor began uncertainly,
“So...”
Whilst he was a first rate academic he was a timid personality, and avoided looking at Lalia’s face, which was just as well, as he would have noticed she still held her breath,
“Hmm... so,” he rejoined after an awkward pause, finally finding an inroad, “How are you, Lalia?”
“Um... fine,” Lalia murmured evasively,
“Good, good,” he nodded, “Everything alright at home?”
“Uh... yeah, thanks,” she tried to smile feeling beads of sweat leeching from her forehead,
“I’m... well, I’m glad,” Dr. Lewis also attempted an anxious smile, before pressing his fingers together, then wringing his hands. Lalia knew she was in trouble; not just with her employer, but also immediately, as she felt if she moved so much as an inch, her clothing would simply pop off her,
“Lalia... it’s... really none of my business, but... is there anything you think you should be telling me?” Dr. Lewis formulated his next enquiry,
“Um... no...” Lalia mumbled, now panicking as she was unable to hold her breath much longer,
“It’s just that... well... the thing is... I... I mean, the staff... have noticed... you’ve put on a lot of weight since you joined us,” the professor stuttered; Lalia’s heart pounded as he fumbled over his words, “Which, which is fine, obviously... but... if you have... some sort of... underlying medical condition that might...”
Sensing that her job may be at risk, Lalia momentarily disregarded her dress’s imminent failure as she interjected,
“Oh no, no it’s nothing like that!” she quickly spluttered, leaning forwards and holding out a hand in protestation at what she thought might be the preamble to being fired, “It’s... it’s just that...”
At the moment, Lalia’s clothing could no longer contain her still-stuffed bulk, and with a rapid series of pops, every single button of her dress blew off of the front of it. Dr. Lewis recoiled at the buttons fired in all directions across the room, and Lalia’s fattened flesh surged free of the fanning fabric,
“Oooofffff!” Lalia wheezed instinctively as the constraining tension was finally released and her fat gut bloated outwards, racing her gigantic tits towards the horrified professor’s desk. Lalia’s dress flew open, exposing her entire front and every pound of her hidden weight to her boss, whose eyes bulged almost as much as his employee’s waistline did. Her substantial girth wriggled along her chunky thighs, her underwear nowhere to be seen under the mound of tummy. Lalia’s boobs, bouncing on top of her thick belly, were miraculously held by her bra as she swore she heard the tortured straps twang out an almost musical note above the clamour of her sloshing, gurgling gut. Her still-full stomach ballooned out almost to her knees before it stopped, only a few inches short of slamming into the desk in front of her. Lalia gasped, open-mouthed and mortified as she gazed downwards at her masses of exposed flesh, and froze for what felt an eternity,
“Oh!” was all she could utter as the power of speech returned by degrees, and her bobbing, naked stomach wobbled mockingly, Dr. Lewis staring down its cavernously deep navel in shock. More embarrassed than she had been in her life, Lalia quickly grabbed the separated halves of her dress, pulling them around herself and standing in one movement,
“Excuse me! I should go home and change!” she squealed, running from the office with her hands clasped around her giant tits, trying in vain to cover as much of her expanded body as she could.

Lalia was shamefully out of breath when she reached the car, running on adrenaline and barely registering the manic drive home. When she got there, she remained seated for several minutes, peering about the neighbourhood carefully to check if anybody was around to witness her semi-naked dash to the house. Anticipating her impending journey to be ignoble to say the least, Lalia wanted to avoid being seen if she possibly could. Finally satisfied the street was deserted, the barely-clothed and still very-full young woman bundled her unwieldy body out of the car, turning to lock the door and, wrapping her tattered dress around herself as best she could, hurried towards the front door. But when she got there, it was not only unlocked, but pushed open readily. Lalia’s heart raced,
“Oh man, could this day get any worse?” she asked herself, stepping warily inside the house and hoping the intruder had left,
“Hello, my dear,” a deep, calm, accentless voice like aural velvet crooned to her right as soon as Lalia stuck her head through the foot-wide gap in the door. It came from the living room; she looked to see a darkly-suited, stately male figure standing formally in the room,
‘Oh, God, not you,’ Lalia inwardly groaned, trying not to betray her sentiments outwardly as she forced her lips to bare her teeth in a smile,
“Hello, Edmund,”
“Lalia, my dear!” the broad-featured man approaching six feet tall effused, “You’re looking positively... delicious!”
“Why... thank you Edmund,” Lalia smiled, regaining her composure remarkably quickly as she pushed the door closed behind her with a clunk, “I do aim to please,”
“Is this... not a good time?” Mr E. smirked as he regarded the redhead’s state of undress,
“Of course not!” Lalia insisted, readily slipping into the character she always played around her guest, “I just... well, grew tired of this dress, shall we say... and I came home to change,”
“So I see,” the man nodded, pausing deferentially before continuing, “And forgive me if I’m being forward but, I couldn’t help but notice... you’ve already eaten,”
He looked down towards Lalia’s bulging tummy, which the limp dress hanging around it only served to frame; her arms encircled what they could of her whopping gut protectively,
“Ah... the results of a little midnight snack,” Lalia tittered, feeling herself blush slightly, “I assume you’ve been in the kitchen?”
“I have,” Edmund nodded knowingly, “And I took the liberty of tidying it somewhat,”
“Oh Edmund you shouldn’t have,” said Lalia coyly,
“I also took the... ah, further liberty of... restocking, somewhat,” he smiled, with a definite glint in his eye,
‘Of course you have, why else would you be here?’ Lalia thought to herself. She hadn’t seen Mr. E for quite some time; the last encounter she could recall was when she was still an undergraduate, and more importantly when she was still able to pig out with a complete disregard as to the consequences. Their meetings were always the same, with Edmund seeming to find a sexual itch he couldn’t scratch every once in a while except to travel to America’s east coast to visit his bottomless flame-haired fancy. Sometimes they would stay in town. Sometimes Edmund would whisk Lalia away with his untold, mysteriously-funded millions. Always he would feed her; incessantly, patiently and manipulatively, but would never ask for anything more than to watch Lalia swell and swell and swell. Actually, Edmund had never asked for anything, and Lalia just gorged herself remorselessly on what he offered and expanded merrily. But now, without the luxury of snapping straight back into shape with nothing more than a good night’s sleep, she greeted Edmund’s arrival with some trepidation,
“So you’ve come for one of our little ‘dates’,” said Lalia, unsure of how to proceed.
‘Perhaps,’ she thought, ‘I can get away without eating for him,’
As her mind raced, she stepped further into the room and let the frayed remains of the shawl which had once been a dress drop to the floor. Edmund straightened and tensed as the full sight of his muse wobbled into view, many stones heavier, inches broader and cup sizes larger than when he had saw her last. She turned slowly until her back faced the man and bent downwards, slowly and deliberately, towards her feet; he was unable to see her grimace as her rolls of flesh piled against one another uncomfortably in doing so. As Lalia slid her shoes off, her nylons ripped, her ripe ass splitting the seam between her cheeks, which burst from the fabric; she looked backwards, applying her fingers to her mouth teasingly as she caught Edmund’s stare,
“Oh... excuse me, Edmund,” she said, softly and sexily as she stepped down from her footwear, “I do believe my ass just popped my tights,”
Lalia straightened up, the fat of her heavier figure falling in creases above her hips and around her waist as her belly and boobs squashed her torso into her abdomen. She turned back to face Edmund, her enormous gut with its lusciously deep belly button wobbling mesmerically distantly from her front, several feet into the room,
“My... dear... I always thought... you could have stood... to put on a few pounds... my dear,” Edmund stammered, losing his cool exterior for the first time since Lalia had met him several years ago. He approached the plump, underwear-clad girl falteringly from across the room,
“You said ‘my dear’ once already,” Lalia whispered into his ear as he reached her. Mr E. advanced into Lalia’s breasts and belly, embracing as they kissed passionately,
‘Damn,’ thought Lalia, ‘You got me there,’
Almost instantly the pair were undressing each other, kissing fervently all the while. There was no time to consider that she had never seen Edmund undressed before – barely even with a hair or tie pin out of place – although Lalia had been as naked as a jaybird in front of him many times, and puffed up like a blowfish besides. But before Lalia knew it, she was naked and on all fours on the sofa, with Edmund taking her from behind, his toned abs smacking into Lalia’s cushiony ass as he pumped with his pelvis. The furniture creaked and Lalia’s abundant belly sloshed in the only position she could manoeuvre her hefty body into, lying atop her massive gut as Edmund half stood with one knee propped on the sofa. She seemed surrounded by her giant tummy, sinking gradually deeper and deeper into its soft flesh which piled around her, whilst her boobs gathered around her chin and she felt waves of pleasure simmering up from within her as the two lovers both moved towards climax. Lalia screwed her eyes up, groaning open-mouthed as her knees barely perched on the seat shook beneath her and she quivered uncontrollably, riding Edmund’s orgasm as she felt her own consume her. Almost as quickly as they had begun, Mr. E. and his cast-off clothing disappeared, as the panting redhead turned arduously and flopped her weighty body into a sitting position,
“Well... that was... unexpected,” Lalia smiled as Edmund re-entered the room a few minutes later, once more immaculately dressed and unruffled,
“Can I interest you in a snack after your... exertions?” Mr. E. smiled back, holding his hand out. The still-naked Lalia clasped his offered palm, levering her bulky form upright as her pulse quickened once again. She was led by her visitor to the kitchen, which was absolutely rammed with boxes, packets, bags, tubs, tins, bottles and jars of food and drinks everywhere she looked. Most often she would have rejoiced, but the swollen young women’s stomach took a lurch of dread despite the mammoth meal still occupying it. Lalia’s mouth dried at the sight of the food. She couldn’t afford another stuffing. Not so soon after the last one. She’d balloon. What could she tell Edmund? She simply had to refuse. There was no way she could take another binge. But then... her dry lips twitched. Her nostrils tingled. Her pupils widened. She saw the colors, smelt the aromas surrounding them. Her tongue stirred, her mouth moistening. Soon she was salivating,
“Well... one little helping can’t hurt...”

“Oh Goddd Edmund! You’ve got to stop feeding me!” Lalia groaned desperately, over an hour of almost constant eating later, “I’m so fat and this is not helping!”
“But my dear, you have always so enjoyed this aspect of our little meetings,” Mr. E smirked as he unwrapped yet another packet of brownies and offered one of the dark, sweet morsels to Lalia’s lips. She was powerless to resist the overwhelming temptation of the goodies surrounding her and had ballooned hopelessly under Edmund’s influence, who had facilitated her feeding frenzy. Now with her initial fervour diminished, her guest was subtly coaxing a steady stream of food into his host’s still-swelling belly. Already considerable upon sitting at the kitchen table, her benefactor had cultivated Lalia’s gut into a truly gigantic proposition whose underside was now resting heavily on the floor and expanding outwards, having burgeoned downwards as far as possible,
“I know, I knooooow, but I’ve started gaining weight and now I just can’t stop!” the eater howled as she tried in vain to restrain herself from wolfing down the brownie from Edmund’s fingers,
“Everything in moderation, my dear!” he said, producing another, which disappeared just as quickly,
“Oh come ON! Does that sound anything like me?” Lalia wailed between mouthfuls, “And fucking stop saying ‘my dear’!”
“I’m sorry m... Lalia... You have a point on both counts,” Edmund conceded, feeding her continually,
“Mmmmff... And I look like I’ve eaten a ‘moderate’ amount of ‘everything’ in the world!” she complained, grabbing a convenient volleyball-sized wodge of fat on her hip, before draping her arms back around her titanic tummy. She was so huge, and she knew it would have a dramatic and permanent effect upon her weight, but Lalia found herself as susceptible as ever to Mr. E.’s pervasive charms. Even without her ever-increasing weight throwing out any sense of perspective, Lalia could hardly think of a time when she had looked out across her belly any vaster than it was at the moment. With her limited digestion of the previous nights’ exploits, she had very quickly surpassed her size of just a few hours ago and her girth had blossomed inexorably to now stretch metres from the rest of her body,
“Can’t we just... y’know... go back to bed,” Lalia winked, catching her feeder’s eye as she took her latest mouthful from his hand,
“I don’t believe we were in bed in the first place,” Mr. E. chuckled to himself,
“You’ve got the woman of your fantasies whalin’ out in front of you and you’re worried about sexual semantics?” Lalia said steelily, momentarily depriving herself of the latest bite offered to her. Edmund regarded her briefly, before gently but irresistibly jamming the cookie he held between Lalia’s plump pink lips,
“My...” he began, before stopping himself, “Why, Lalia... I would love to... why don’t you get up and we’ll do just that?”
Trying to stifle her confusion at how straightforward it was to convince Edmund, Lalia looked from him to the monumental gut easily outstripping her arms’ length and shifted her fat butt cheeks on the chair below,
“Er... sure... thing is...” she mumbled, “I don’t think I’ll be able to move unless you help me...”
“Oh. I do see,” Mr. E. nodded, “Now... if I do so... you’re sure you’ll be able to fit through the door?”
The penny finally dropped as Lalia saw what Edmund was doing. She stretched her neck past her bumper bosoms propped atop her monstrous belly to the tiny-seeming doorframe,
“No, Edmund,” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she rested her chin on her hand and her elbow on her breast as she chewed, “I don’t believe I can fit through the door anymore,”
“How unfortunate,” the man smiled, mock sympathetically,
“Unfortunate indeed,” Lalia echoed wryly,
“And so... bearing that in mind...” Edmund grinned, “Would you care for a further sitting?”
“There’s, uh... always room for Jello,” came the uncertain reply,
‘Jesus, as if my ass isn’t fat enough already, I feel like I’m gonna go straight through this chair any second,’ Lalia complained inwardly as more food was immediately filling her mouth then her belly, ‘I really could’ve done with working a few of these excess calories off,’
Before long however, Lalia had slipped readily back into stuffing mode, and lay back as Mr E loaded food into her by the armload.

‘Oh, God. Oh God, oh God, oh God, stop!’ Lalia pleaded to herself the next time she snapped to her senses, another pastry disappearing into her mouth, which she swallowed almost without chewing. She could all but feel the fat sticking to her, pumping out of her monumental, greedy gut and swathing her belly, boobs, butt, thighs, arms and chin. Her tummy, usually plump and listless yawned out from her front, extending far beyond either her reach or control, hard and stuffed and churning with food. But still she continued voraciously, polishing off the box of pastries and moving on to the next as Mr. E. observed coolly. As much as Lalia’s brain implored her to stop ingesting the seemingly limitless mass of food in front of her, her belly demanded far more loudly that she keep going. It was as if it couldn’t be filled, even though her tummy skin groaned despairingly as the smooth, flesh-colored hemisphere sprawling rotundly in the middle of the room elongated away from her. The giant weight of Lalia’s gut pressed it into the floor immovably and her newly-bestowed stretchmarks raged on her sides, now painfully pale against the super-sized eater’s flushed pink skin and preparing, Edmund noticed, to erupt into lush red streaks. Even since the start of her epic meal, Lalia’s hips and ass appeared to have grown, her hips bursting from her flanks in juicy, overblown haunches that bulged succulently from her sides. Similarly her backside swelled around her, attempting to absorb the chair and even overflowing its seat at her buttocks’ very edges. The kitchen table had had to be moved, Lalia’s expanding body was simply taking up too much space for it to remain in its central position,
“Enjoying yourself, my dear?” Edmund cooed, stroking Lalia’s crimson hair as he shovelled more food into her maw,
“Mmmm-hmmm!” Lalia enthused affirmatively,
‘You stupid bitch, you’re huge, why are you letting him do this?!’ her mind raced, unable to overcome her belly’s commands,
“I’m afraid the food supply is dwindling somewhat,” he reported,
‘Ha!’ went Lalia’s conscience,
“You’ll run dry in another hour or so,” he grinned,
‘Another hour!?’
“Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!” Lalia finally renewed her protests aloud, “I don’t think I could take another hour!”
“You... don’t...” Edmund stuttered,
“Well of course I can take another hour,” Lalia added, “But Jesus, Edmund, look at me!”
She cradled her vast girth ineffectively with her comparatively puny arms,
“Aren’t I fat enough for you?”
“My dear, your size is of no consequence to me,” Mr. E. disputed, “Your plenitude is my only concern; you may halt me at any time,”
“Ok... well... good,” Lalia nodded warily, knitting her brow, “I’ll finish that muffin you’re holding and then that’s it,”
“As you wish,” smiled Edmund, cramming the cake into Lalia’s mouth. Having swallowed, the eater sat in awkward silence,
“Was that the first one outta the box?” she asked eventually, to which Edmund simply nodded, “Right... well... I’ll have the rest of the box... but then, that is it...”

“My dear... I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you this... large,” Edmund admired over an hour later, when every scrap of food without exception had been consumed,
“*Arp... aarrp!*” went a lethargic, chocolate-smeared Lalia, the barest of burps escaping from her utterly full tummy as she clung drowsily to its gorged, mountainous mass,
“I take it that was approval?”
“*Arrpp!*” repeated Lalia, expelling the tiniest pocket of air from her stomach and leaving it otherwise completely packed with food,
“You aren’t... full, are you?” Edmund asked, more than a hint of excitement in his voice at the prospect,
“Heh-heh, not by a long shot, big boy,” the seemingly mute Lalia croaked. Edmund ran his hand along the broad flank of Lalia’s gigantic belly, her skin shuddering in response,
“Ooohhhhhhhhhh, don’t!” she groaned, sounding ready to explode before qualifying, “God that feels so freakin’ good, but I’m damn well fat enough as it is!”
Edmund smirked enigmatically, quietly regarding the sprawling swell of Lalia’s gut,
“I mean it Edmund, do not rub that thing or I’ll be begging for seconds in no time!” she warned, clutching uselessly at her tank-like belly, which quivered and wobbled as her bloated ass shuffled on the bow-legged chair. But Edmund for the first time directly disobeyed Lalia, plunging his hands into her tautening flesh and stroking her giant rumbling tummy,
“Oooooofff!” Lalia puffed out her cheeks as her guests’ masculine hands pushed firmly into her gurgling girth, tightening her skin even further, until it scarcely felt sufficient to cover her giant, swollen midriff. Gripping the chair with her thickened thighs, the naked, stretched-sheer young woman shivered with cold and moaned,
“I’ve really gone off the deep end here, haven’t I?” she asked herself aloud as she felt a shudder in her belly’s distant edges. A shrill, sinister tone caused Edmund’s hand to suddenly withdraw from bulging Lalia’s gigantic gut inwards, which snapped back to a shallow convex. Mr E.’s hand dipped into his inside suit pocket, producing a mobile telephone, which he clamped to his ear,
“Yes? I see...” he frowned at the unknown information conveyed, “That is unfortunate... I see... I’ll ensure it does... Thank you... We will speak shortly,”
Edmund briskly posted the phone back to the interior of his jacket,
“I’m afraid I must take my leave at this point,” he said baldly,
“You... what?!” Lalia spluttered,
“There is really very little to be done, my dear,” the man said, bending to kiss his stunned feedee on both chubby cheeks and turning towards the door,
“W... w... wait!” Lalia protested as Mr. E began to march out of the room. He paused upon her interjection and turned with a disingenuous smile on his face,
“I do apologise, I’ll endeavour to recompense upon our next meeting,” before striding from the kitchen definitively,
“Edmund, I... I can’t move!” Lalia yelled, hearing his footsteps receding down the hallway as she tested her flabby thighs against her astronomical weight and found herself totally immobile,
“Edmund? Damn it Edmund, I’m the size of a room, I must weigh a ton here!” she couldn’t even see over her gargantuan belly, which indeed almost filled the entire kitchen, with only a gap of a foot or so around all sides of Lalia’s dangerously vast tummy and the counters. Her heart fluttered as she heard the muffled sound of the front door closing, leaving the house ringing with a bellowed protest,
“You can’t just leave me like this! Edmund!”

Normally Lalia would have been in her element with such a situation. She was enormous, immense; truly cavernous. Words could barely do justice to how huge Lalia’s tummy had bulged that day, with two insurmountable stuffings pushing her waistline to personal-best levels. Normally. It was a strange new world in which Lalia now lived, in which her previously voracious metabolism had deserted her, and she knew that she would have to digest what she had eaten in real time. Days’, possibly weeks’ worth of meals writhed inside her burstingly gigantic gut. Two titanic binges in fewer than twelve hours was unprecedented even to Lalia’s food-handling powers of old. But now, she reflected, this was the new normal. Cold, naked and alone, a poor frightened Lalia burst into tears as she realised how long it would take for her immovably vast belly to disappear. And where then it would inevitably reappear on her body. Angry and exhausted after an inconsolable weep lasting longer than she could keep track of, the immobilised redhead fell into a food coma. She awoke the next day in the same position with her belly receded by an indistinguishable amount. Of course she also found herself still completely unable to move, save for the occasional shiver. A chill coursed through the amazingly distant skin on the front of her immense belly; she was so big, she thought, so, so big. Compared to her previous emptyings taking place over a single night, Lalia knew her stomach would now drain intolerably slowly. Gone were the days when the lean, fit teen could simply hoist her unbelievable belly up and waddle about at will. She was completely incapacitated by such a substantial meal, such a comprehensive stuffing. Simultaneously, she knew the rest of her body would blow up insanely as it guzzled the fat from her basin of a belly. Her mind ticked methodically as she realised that today was Friday, and she mercifully wasn’t expected at the office until after the weekend. She had three days to shrink enough to move, but after that suspicion would be raised.

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Her first semester as a departmental intern began, and before she knew it, Lalia was knuckling down to life as a professional student. It was a career that she took to readily as part intern, helping with the administration of the faculty, part research fellow writing academic papers for the university and part scholarship student working towards a postgraduate diploma. Soon she found that the combination of the various grants she received plus her supplementary salary enabled Lalia to live a relatively comfortable, stress-free life. She was never worried about when the next bill would arrive and her engaging, intellectually stimulating job meant she was rarely frustrated or bored in her work. The general informality of her role also gave her plenty of spare time, late starts and even long weekends. But surprisingly, this didn’t encourage her to coast along lazily; there was a time when Lalia could’ve existed solely on her looks, but she had lately discovered a newfound preference to rely on her brains. She had always been a bright if complacent student, and although she had certainly not lost her sedentary lifestyle, she dedicated herself to her studies wholeheartedly. Jane and Lalia kept in touch almost constantly, frequently texting and skyping each other and chatting using instant messaging. In contrast, Lalia’s homelife would have seemed highly dysfunctional to an outside observer. The lack of formality in her work life left her free to stuff herself almost whenever she wanted, and no sooner had the pounds bestowed upon her by her astonishingly vast all-you-can-eat stuffing Jane witnessed settled when even more weight would be piled onto her curvy frame. Dress sizes simply reeled by in a blur, and soon calendar pages did the same. Over the always-fattening months of September through December, Lalia put on an astonishing four stones, seeming to her colleagues to be inflating daily. Never wearing the same outfit twice, the flourishing young woman either outgrew her clothes whilst they were in the laundry or burst out of them before they could get that far.

Thanksgiving and Christmas inevitably saw Lalia bloat impossibly, growing curves upon curves and leaving her original size nothing but a dim and distant memory. Fortunately for both of their sakes, Jane was unable to make it up the coast during the holiday season, visiting her Mom instead. Had they met up Jane would no doubt have been on Lalia’s case about her weight gain; as it was, the swelling redhead ballooned freely without the gaze of a flatmate to admonish her. As a result, Lalia had now reached the point where she even looked fat in bulky, blanketing items of clothing like thick overcoats,
‘It’s just some winter weight,’ she convinced herself of the multiple, blubbery rolls of flab occasionally glimpsed in her mirror, ‘I can lose this quite easily,’
Not only had she not attempted this however, but had no intention of doing so. Had she tried to lose the considerable weight she had gained over the previous six months, Lalia would have found it stuck firmly to her. A few weeks into the New Year, with Lalia’s body shape fundamentally and almost irreversibly changed, she conversed at length with Jane online for the first time since before the holidays,
‘Happy New Year!!! ’ typed Lalia, her laptop balanced on her plush thighs, covered only by pyjama shorts. She rolled her eyes and smiled slightly as she saw Jane’s message in reply,
‘How’s my favorite BBW?’
Lalia wasn’t quite in BBW territory yet; due to her height, Lalia’s size had spread rather favourably over her frame, resulting in a strong Amazonian look. She looked rather like somebody who enjoyed her food as opposed to being overweight, although she now was, by a couple of stones. Nevertheless, the extra pounds had been extraordinarily kind to Lalia. Her newly-developed weight manifested itself evenly all over her body from head to toe, resulting in her chubbiness now pleasingly testing the constraints of whatever clothing was stretched over it. She was just developing the first buddings of a double chin, a slight pillow of flesh padding out her lower jaw, whilst even her gorgeous lips looked fuller. Any angular appearance Lalia’s cheekbones had formerly was also now rosily cushioned, her face filling out and looking decadently plump. Weight had stayed away from her neck, throat and shoulders, which still looked elegantly slim, preferring to chub out her upper arms into jiggling, fleshy counterparts to her lusciously chubby thighs. The tops of her legs rubbed together tantalisingly at times as she walked, altering her gait into a sensuous, swaying half-waddle. This was augmented by her expanding ass, which was developing into a quite sizable booty, and swung mesmerically two and fro under Lalia’s newly-altered walking style. Laila’s silhouette had spread out slightly overall, most noticeably plugging the gap between her legs and below her pelvis with fattening, well-fed thigh flesh. However it was her torso that had undergone the most radical changes and contributed most strongly to Lalia’s curvy, Amazonian figure. Always the most eye-catching part of her form, Lalia’s breasts had swelled to truly epic proportions, a vast, barely-restrained veranda of flesh entirely blocking her view of her lower body when she stood. Her bust ballooned out incredibly from her chest to an astounding P-cup size and Lalia was unable to find a bra anywhere near large enough to contain the mind-boggling immensity of her tits. Currently they were testing the limits of her largest bra and bulging brazenly out of any top unlucky enough to be charged with obscuring them. Although her belly was so often the focal point of Lalia’s attentions, it was puffing up relatively gradually compared to other parts of her body. Her bloated tummy swelled outwards into a prominent, semi-pregnant gut, currently growing in one smooth, pert, rounded mass which stretched her creamy skin sedately into a bulging convex reinforcing its appearance of early pregnancy. Lalia’s tits masked its quiet but consistent growth, providing a considerable slimming effect ironic for their tremendous size. Lalia had lately found herself the subject of even more male attention and admiration than usual. This particularly she enjoyed, along with the fact that she was simply far more visible than before. Her boobs had always been noticeable from across a crowded room, which could now certainly be said for her ass, whilst her tits were probably visible from space. It was also, she found, becoming more difficult to cover her feminine charms with clothing and Lalia often became aware that she was unwittingly spilling from her clothes, usually to the evident excitement of onlookers. But BBW, she wasn’t. Not for the time being, at least,
‘I’m wonderful darling,’ Lalia messaged back, choosing not to take issue with Jane’s tongue-in-cheek reference to her upwards-creeping weight, although it hurt her pride slightly to know that even her best friend was poking fun at her,
‘How r u?’ Lalia continued. They messaged back and forth long into the night, telling of their respective yuletide exploits. What Lalia failed to say in her chat with Jane was what was on her mind, that she found herself increasingly conflicted lately. Although she was enjoying the more-than-ample attributes her increasing weight bestowed upon her, the Lalia of just a few months ago would have balked at the mere thought of being overweight. Her pristine pin-up-esque body had been her unspoken prized possession, and it had been taken away as if she were being punished for taking it for granted. But instead of tackling these difficult, deep-seated issues, Lalia gossiped away frivolously with her friend.

After Jane had made her excuses and logged out for the night, Lalia found herself feeling incredibly lonely in her lamplit living room without company. She sighed as she looked about the quiet house, clambered upright and slunk from the sofa to the kitchen, feeling her layers of fat swinging and swaying off her formerly trim frame beneath her deliberately loose-fitting clothes. Opening the well-stocked fridge absent-mindedly and, enveloped in its familiar glow, Lalia picked out a cake, turning and nudging the door closed with her curvy hip and setting the plate down on the kitchen table. She cut out a large slice from the circle, flipped it onto a small plate and tucked in with a spoon,
“Mmmm,” she approved, taking comforting mouthfuls of the large chocolate cake and smiling; perhaps things weren’t so bad. Apart from the odd late night spate of unwanted solitude, Lalia was rather enjoying her life. But at the moment she was enjoying her food, and decided having polished off the cake (gradually phasing out her use of cutlery and crockery) to continue her snack with a large trifle she had bought earlier that day. Dreamily rich cream, custard and sponge were soon being spooned into her mouth straight from the plastic container with the same utensil as she had used for the cake. Lalia did miss Jane greatly at times, she reflected, now moving on to ice cream in an unconscious continuation of her meal. But the dessert had its familiar relaxing effect upon her and she concluded it was nothing that a little comfort eating couldn’t put right.

“Unnghff!” Lalia groaned some hours later, in the very early hours of the morning. The kitchen was a scene of devastation as her midnight snack had morphed into an epic stuffing, with scraps of food and packaging littering every available surface. Lalia’s paralyzingly full tummy spanned out across the room, seeming to occupy every available inch of her tautened skin,
“*Uuuuurrrrpp!* Oooooohh!” she grimaced, pushing with her chubby legs and clambering up the chair back in an attempt to sit upright. Lalia’s belly swelled out massively in front of her, bulging far along her thighs and beyond her knees; it ached as her tremendously full stomach stretched the extensive layer of fat around her girth painfully thin. This ordinarily thick sheet swathing Lalia’s waistline was spread to a barely-present jiggling smear around her spherical gut, the straining pressure of which the stuffed redhead felt keenly,
“Pheeeeewww!” she puffed out her cheeks, embracing her enormous belly with her arms in an attempt to dull its packed throbbing. Peering around her extensive girth receding beyond her view, Lalia afforded herself a brief smile despite her discomfort,
“Just like the good ol’ days,” she said aloud, the contents of her tummy glooping and gurgling noticeably in the late night hush. Lalia stirred again, her belly shuddering as she tried again to crane herself out of the slouch her weighty meal imposed upon her. As she attempted to sit her swollen body upright, her chunky hips wobbled and squirmed free of her pyjama pants’ waistband as her ass occupied much more of the seat and stretched her pants much more than she ever remembered it doing previously. With her spine finally against the back of the chair, Lalia glanced at the clock to see it was after 2am and decided it was definitely time for bed; she simply hadn’t noticed time pass in her fervour of feeding, and was now experiencing a guilty comedown. With bended knees she first rolled her ponderous belly forwards, its capacious underside wallowing on the cold kitchen tiles as she extracted herself from the seat. It then took some effort for Lalia to stand up straight, heaving her laden belly off its comfortable space on the floor with her chunky arms wrapped around her vast gut for support. Padding barefoot through the house and turning off the solitary living room lamp on her way to the staircase, Lalia felt the intense weight of her flourishing figure hanging ponderously from every inch of her, chiefly the incessant wobbling of her stunningly huge tits and overinflated butt as she moved. Meanwhile, straining at her midriff skin, Lalia’s belly bulged out before her and pulled heavily on her front as she waddled pendulously up the stairs, grunting with the added difficulty posed by her bulky hips and chafing thighs,
“Ohhhh, I am gonna regret this in the morning,” Lalia moaned to herself as she hauled her bloated body into bed and struggled to cover it with the sheets, settling down to get some sleep, “Maybe not quite like the good old days,”

Proving herself regrettably correct, Lalia awoke the next morning to the now-familiar sight of her gut still bursting roundly from her front. Although it neither looked nor felt quite so rampantly full as when she fell asleep, it remained a thick, undisguisable orb of a belly far outside the size range of even the heaviest of pregnancies. She rolled her eyes, yawning and stretching as she ran a hand along her naked belly flesh, feeling its spongily yielding surface,
“Awwww I’ve got to go to the office today!” Lalia groaned despondently as the realisation dawned upon her that she didn’t have all day to wait for her increasingly sluggish metabolism to chip away at her mammoth meal. She screwed up her eyes in frustration, a shock of adrenaline snapping her awake as she levered herself up on her elbows in the tentative yellow sunlight of morning. Lalia struggled against her jumbo tummy’s will to roll herself first onto her side, and then to swing her legs into a seated position on the edge of the bed. As she finally did so, her belly resounded with a clamorous *BLLLOOOOOMMPPHH!* as it lolled between her legs and off the mattress,
“What the hell are they gonna make of this?” she asked herself aloud, imagining with anguish the aghast faces of her colleagues upon her arrival. They were almost used to the intern’s habitually surging weight, but they had never yet witnessed a stuffed Lalia,
“*Bwwuuuuurrrpp!*” she belched involuntarily as a dislodged air pocket escaped her crowded tummy, as if reiterating that she was definitely still stuffed. At least, Lalia suggested to herself, it wasn’t such a stiflingly stiff globe as last night; that was progress, she consoled herself momentarily before noticing the clock read almost 7:40am,
‘Crap, that’s really late,’ Lalia cursed, with another languorous rub of her cavernous belly, ‘Especially this big, it’ll take me forever to get dressed,’
Lalia wiggled her backside towards the edge of the bed, her fat responding with a swaying jiggle, when her attention was taken by her hip overflowing the confines of her pants,
“Whoa! What are those?” Lalia pondered aloud to herself, looking from one side of her body to the other at the lines visible around her saddlebag-like hips. Her skin was sketched with the pale beginnings of stretchmarks as her flesh signalled the beginnings of its surrender, much to Lalia’s distress as she studied them. She watched as they contorted, almost as if working themselves larger with the slightest movement of her plush hips, which of course wobbled uncontrollably at the least provocation. It seemed Lalia’s morning couldn’t get any worse as she struggled to lift her awkwardly heavy rotundity from the yielding mattress. This sentiment was confirmed as she finally stood and felt the barely-reduced weight of her burgeoning belly bobbing extensively before her, bulging spherically down to her knees as it exerted its gurgling mass upon hips, legs and back,
“Ooohhh! My God!” Lalia groaned, rubbing her jutting tummy once more in an attempt to comfort it as a gurgle resounded deep within her. Squeezing her bloated flesh slightly, she could feel the layer of chub below her skin’s surface re-establishing itself and probably being added to by the reservoir of fat she had ingested the previous night,
“Seriously?” Lalia gasped, jiggling her giant gut, “I’ve really got to carry you around all day?”
With her stomach groaning as if in response, Lalia lurched across the room to dress, reaching for her sturdiest bra with an angry huff. Her boobs were clearly in an unruly mood however, bulging from the tops of the ludicrously huge brassiere’s purple cups, causing her plump cleavage to erupt towards her face,
“F-... seriously?” Lalia growled indignantly, corralling her vast tits into her underwear and blindly sliding some panties on as best she could underneath her swollen tummy. Then began the almost impossible process of selecting an outfit capable of containing her augmented figure. Dress after dress was cast onto the bed; many were unzippable, some made too short by Lalia’s expanded waistline, others stretched into eye-popping negligees by her sheer voluptuousness. Any fleeting thrill the plus-sized student felt about this was dispersed as she rendered the next dress into shreds simply by trying to pull it down over her giant gut.
‘Oh God, I used to love popping out of clothes,’ Lalia reflected mournfully whilst extracting herself from the ruined garment, ‘I’d all but fantasize about it,’
Finally, Lalia was essentially forced to settle for a deep blue summer-style dress adorned with white stylized daisies by time constraints and lack of another choice. Even so, the garment was far from ideal; it buttoned all the way up its front, which whilst affording the fattened girl access into the garment in the first instance, was far from flattering. Lalia felt ready to pop out of the buttons at any moment as they strained tautly, the gaps between them fanning to show glimpses of her expanded flesh beneath. She dug through a nearby drawer to find a suitable pair of nylons, stretching the hosiery from a discreet denier to nearly sheer over her fat thighs. Lalia eased the slips over her bulbous ass cheeks and felt the material expand immediately to the very limits of its capabilities. She turned to the mirror,
“Girl, you look ready to burst out of that outfit any second,” Lalia decided with a sigh as she studied her reflection, looking from the pressurised buttons and clinging fabric of her dress to the almost transparent stockings barely containing her legs. Then looking from the barely-fitting outfit to the clock, she realised she had no time to reconsider,
“Seriously?”

A bursting, blimp-sized Lalia slunk and sloshed about, keeping herself to herself that morning. Having barely raised her eyes from her desk since arriving several minutes late, she had been in the office for an uncomfortable hour or two when she anxiously realised she would have to retrieve some paperwork from elsewhere in the building. With a deep breath to both calm and gird herself for the effort required, Lalia furtively patted her brimming belly beneath her desk, out of sight of her co-workers,
‘C’mon, come on now,’ she encouraged herself, feeling the shallowly-descending curves of her jutting tummy beneath her fingers just beyond the span of her bent arms. Heaving herself to standing, she waddled cumbersomely from the room and into the corridor. Her route, however, took Lalia past other offices, and she was soon aware of somebody behind her,
“Ah... Lalia?” Dr. Lewis cleared his throat quietly, trying his best not to notice the monumental ass bouncing in front of him as he tapped Lalia’s shoulder,
“*Bllllluuuuuurrrrbbblle!* Yeah?” Lalia chirped, swinging her protruding gut around 180 degrees to point at the red-faced professor, who had to hop backwards to avoid its radius,
“Can... can I have a word?” he mumbled as it jiggled to a stop, motioning for her to join him in his office,
“Ungh... Ah, yeah, sure!” Lalia grinned uncomfortably, trying to squirm her spreading flesh further inbetween the straining buttons of her outfit unsuccessfully. She followed Dr. Lewis into his hushed study, cursing the silence under her breath as her belly’s massive contents churned audibly with every step. He bustled behind his large wooden desk to sit, gesticulating to the vacant chair facing his name plaque,
“Please, have a seat,” he offered graciously,
“Ah... yeah, sure,” Lalia repeated, her cheeks colouring as she realised it was fairly dubious she could sit down whilst preventing her rotund gut from pinging a button across the room. She pursed her lips, smoothing the unbecomingly tight material across her rounded backside, emptying her lungs of air and ever so carefully lowering herself downwards to the wooden wheeled chair. Lalia’s tremendous ass sunk snugly between the arms of the antique seat, which complained loudly as it bore her substantial weight and the fastenings of her garment creaked as they pulled tighter than ever. Her belly’s capacious contents sloshed mischievously, her tummy bulging into every available inch of material and gathering in a corpulent swell atop her cushiony, squished-together thighs. Lalia wincingly settled onto the seat with her outfit still somehow intact, barely daring to breathe and having to wilfully prevent her hands from cradling the sides of her enormous gut, as the professor began uncertainly,
“So...”
Whilst he was a first rate academic he was a timid personality, and avoided looking at Lalia’s face, which was just as well, as he would have noticed she still held her breath,
“Hmm... so,” he rejoined after an awkward pause, finally finding an inroad, “How are you, Lalia?”
“Um... fine,” Lalia murmured evasively,
“Good, good,” he nodded, “Everything alright at home?”
“Uh... yeah, thanks,” she tried to smile feeling beads of sweat leeching from her forehead,
“I’m... well, I’m glad,” Dr. Lewis also attempted an anxious smile, before pressing his fingers together, then wringing his hands. Lalia knew she was in trouble; not just with her employer, but also immediately, as she felt if she moved so much as an inch, her clothing would simply pop off her,
“Lalia... it’s... really none of my business, but... is there anything you think you should be telling me?” Dr. Lewis formulated his next enquiry,
“Um... no...” Lalia mumbled, now panicking as she was unable to hold her breath much longer,
“It’s just that... well... the thing is... I... I mean, the staff... have noticed... you’ve put on a lot of weight since you joined us,” the professor stuttered; Lalia’s heart pounded as he fumbled over his words, “Which, which is fine, obviously... but... if you have... some sort of... underlying medical condition that might...”
Sensing that her job may be at risk, Lalia momentarily disregarded her dress’s imminent failure as she interjected,
“Oh no, no it’s nothing like that!” she quickly spluttered, leaning forwards and holding out a hand in protestation at what she thought might be the preamble to being fired, “It’s... it’s just that...”
At the moment, Lalia’s clothing could no longer contain her still-stuffed bulk, and with a rapid series of pops, every single button of her dress blew off of the front of it. Dr. Lewis recoiled at the buttons fired in all directions across the room, and Lalia’s fattened flesh surged free of the fanning fabric,
“Oooofffff!” Lalia wheezed instinctively as the constraining tension was finally released and her fat gut bloated outwards, racing her gigantic tits towards the horrified professor’s desk. Lalia’s dress flew open, exposing her entire front and every pound of her hidden weight to her boss, whose eyes bulged almost as much as his employee’s waistline did. Her substantial girth wriggled along her chunky thighs, her underwear nowhere to be seen under the mound of tummy. Lalia’s boobs, bouncing on top of her thick belly, were miraculously held by her bra as she swore she heard the tortured straps twang out an almost musical note above the clamour of her sloshing, gurgling gut. Her still-full stomach ballooned out almost to her knees before it stopped, only a few inches short of slamming into the desk in front of her. Lalia gasped, open-mouthed and mortified as she gazed downwards at her masses of exposed flesh, and froze for what felt an eternity,
“Oh!” was all she could utter as the power of speech returned by degrees, and her bobbing, naked stomach wobbled mockingly, Dr. Lewis staring down its cavernously deep navel in shock. More embarrassed than she had been in her life, Lalia quickly grabbed the separated halves of her dress, pulling them around herself and standing in one movement,
“Excuse me! I should go home and change!” she squealed, running from the office with her hands clasped around her giant tits, trying in vain to cover as much of her expanded body as she could.

Lalia was shamefully out of breath when she reached the car, running on adrenaline and barely registering the manic drive home. When she got there, she remained seated for several minutes, peering about the neighbourhood carefully to check if anybody was around to witness her semi-naked dash to the house. Anticipating her impending journey to be ignoble to say the least, Lalia wanted to avoid being seen if she possibly could. Finally satisfied the street was deserted, the barely-clothed and still very-full young woman bundled her unwieldy body out of the car, turning to lock the door and, wrapping her tattered dress around herself as best she could, hurried towards the front door. But when she got there, it was not only unlocked, but pushed open readily. Lalia’s heart raced,
“Oh man, could this day get any worse?” she asked herself, stepping warily inside the house and hoping the intruder had left,
“Hello, my dear,” a deep, calm, accentless voice like aural velvet crooned to her right as soon as Lalia stuck her head through the foot-wide gap in the door. It came from the living room; she looked to see a darkly-suited, stately male figure standing formally in the room,
‘Oh, God, not you,’ Lalia inwardly groaned, trying not to betray her sentiments outwardly as she forced her lips to bare her teeth in a smile,
“Hello, Edmund,”
“Lalia, my dear!” the broad-featured man approaching six feet tall effused, “You’re looking positively... delicious!”
“Why... thank you Edmund,” Lalia smiled, regaining her composure remarkably quickly as she pushed the door closed behind her with a clunk, “I do aim to please,”
“Is this... not a good time?” Mr E. smirked as he regarded the redhead’s state of undress,
“Of course not!” Lalia insisted, readily slipping into the character she always played around her guest, “I just... well, grew tired of this dress, shall we say... and I came home to change,”
“So I see,” the man nodded, pausing deferentially before continuing, “And forgive me if I’m being forward but, I couldn’t help but notice... you’ve already eaten,”
He looked down towards Lalia’s bulging tummy, which the limp dress hanging around it only served to frame; her arms encircled what they could of her whopping gut protectively,
“Ah... the results of a little midnight snack,” Lalia tittered, feeling herself blush slightly, “I assume you’ve been in the kitchen?”
“I have,” Edmund nodded knowingly, “And I took the liberty of tidying it somewhat,”
“Oh Edmund you shouldn’t have,” said Lalia coyly,
“I also took the... ah, further liberty of... restocking, somewhat,” he smiled, with a definite glint in his eye,
‘Of course you have, why else would you be here?’ Lalia thought to herself. She hadn’t seen Mr. E for quite some time; the last encounter she could recall was when she was still an undergraduate, and more importantly when she was still able to pig out with a complete disregard as to the consequences. Their meetings were always the same, with Edmund seeming to find a sexual itch he couldn’t scratch every once in a while except to travel to America’s east coast to visit his bottomless flame-haired fancy. Sometimes they would stay in town. Sometimes Edmund would whisk Lalia away with his untold, mysteriously-funded millions. Always he would feed her; incessantly, patiently and manipulatively, but would never ask for anything more than to watch Lalia swell and swell and swell. Actually, Edmund had never asked for anything, and Lalia just gorged herself remorselessly on what he offered and expanded merrily. But now, without the luxury of snapping straight back into shape with nothing more than a good night’s sleep, she greeted Edmund’s arrival with some trepidation,
“So you’ve come for one of our little ‘dates’,” said Lalia, unsure of how to proceed.
‘Perhaps,’ she thought, ‘I can get away without eating for him,’
As her mind raced, she stepped further into the room and let the frayed remains of the shawl which had once been a dress drop to the floor. Edmund straightened and tensed as the full sight of his muse wobbled into view, many stones heavier, inches broader and cup sizes larger than when he had saw her last. She turned slowly until her back faced the man and bent downwards, slowly and deliberately, towards her feet; he was unable to see her grimace as her rolls of flesh piled against one another uncomfortably in doing so. As Lalia slid her shoes off, her nylons ripped, her ripe ass splitting the seam between her cheeks, which burst from the fabric; she looked backwards, applying her fingers to her mouth teasingly as she caught Edmund’s stare,
“Oh... excuse me, Edmund,” she said, softly and sexily as she stepped down from her footwear, “I do believe my ass just popped my tights,”
Lalia straightened up, the fat of her heavier figure falling in creases above her hips and around her waist as her belly and boobs squashed her torso into her abdomen. She turned back to face Edmund, her enormous gut with its lusciously deep belly button wobbling mesmerically distantly from her front, several feet into the room,
“My... dear... I always thought... you could have stood... to put on a few pounds... my dear,” Edmund stammered, losing his cool exterior for the first time since Lalia had met him several years ago. He approached the plump, underwear-clad girl falteringly from across the room,
“You said ‘my dear’ once already,” Lalia whispered into his ear as he reached her. Mr E. advanced into Lalia’s breasts and belly, embracing as they kissed passionately,
‘Damn,’ thought Lalia, ‘You got me there,’
Almost instantly the pair were undressing each other, kissing fervently all the while. There was no time to consider that she had never seen Edmund undressed before – barely even with a hair or tie pin out of place – although Lalia had been as naked as a jaybird in front of him many times, and puffed up like a blowfish besides. But before Lalia knew it, she was naked and on all fours on the sofa, with Edmund taking her from behind, his toned abs smacking into Lalia’s cushiony ass as he pumped with his pelvis. The furniture creaked and Lalia’s abundant belly sloshed in the only position she could manoeuvre her hefty body into, lying atop her massive gut as Edmund half stood with one knee propped on the sofa. She seemed surrounded by her giant tummy, sinking gradually deeper and deeper into its soft flesh which piled around her, whilst her boobs gathered around her chin and she felt waves of pleasure simmering up from within her as the two lovers both moved towards climax. Lalia screwed her eyes up, groaning open-mouthed as her knees barely perched on the seat shook beneath her and she quivered uncontrollably, riding Edmund’s orgasm as she felt her own consume her. Almost as quickly as they had begun, Mr. E. and his cast-off clothing disappeared, as the panting redhead turned arduously and flopped her weighty body into a sitting position,
“Well... that was... unexpected,” Lalia smiled as Edmund re-entered the room a few minutes later, once more immaculately dressed and unruffled,
“Can I interest you in a snack after your... exertions?” Mr. E. smiled back, holding his hand out. The still-naked Lalia clasped his offered palm, levering her bulky form upright as her pulse quickened once again. She was led by her visitor to the kitchen, which was absolutely rammed with boxes, packets, bags, tubs, tins, bottles and jars of food and drinks everywhere she looked. Most often she would have rejoiced, but the swollen young women’s stomach took a lurch of dread despite the mammoth meal still occupying it. Lalia’s mouth dried at the sight of the food. She couldn’t afford another stuffing. Not so soon after the last one. She’d balloon. What could she tell Edmund? She simply had to refuse. There was no way she could take another binge. But then... her dry lips twitched. Her nostrils tingled. Her pupils widened. She saw the colors, smelt the aromas surrounding them. Her tongue stirred, her mouth moistening. Soon she was salivating,
“Well... one little helping can’t hurt...”

“Oh Goddd Edmund! You’ve got to stop feeding me!” Lalia groaned desperately, over an hour of almost constant eating later, “I’m so fat and this is not helping!”
“But my dear, you have always so enjoyed this aspect of our little meetings,” Mr. E smirked as he unwrapped yet another packet of brownies and offered one of the dark, sweet morsels to Lalia’s lips. She was powerless to resist the overwhelming temptation of the goodies surrounding her and had ballooned hopelessly under Edmund’s influence, who had facilitated her feeding frenzy. Now with her initial fervour diminished, her guest was subtly coaxing a steady stream of food into his host’s still-swelling belly. Already considerable upon sitting at the kitchen table, her benefactor had cultivated Lalia’s gut into a truly gigantic proposition whose underside was now resting heavily on the floor and expanding outwards, having burgeoned downwards as far as possible,
“I know, I knooooow, but I’ve started gaining weight and now I just can’t stop!” the eater howled as she tried in vain to restrain herself from wolfing down the brownie from Edmund’s fingers,
“Everything in moderation, my dear!” he said, producing another, which disappeared just as quickly,
“Oh come ON! Does that sound anything like me?” Lalia wailed between mouthfuls, “And fucking stop saying ‘my dear’!”
“I’m sorry m... Lalia... You have a point on both counts,” Edmund conceded, feeding her continually,
“Mmmmff... And I look like I’ve eaten a ‘moderate’ amount of ‘everything’ in the world!” she complained, grabbing a convenient volleyball-sized wodge of fat on her hip, before draping her arms back around her titanic tummy. She was so huge, and she knew it would have a dramatic and permanent effect upon her weight, but Lalia found herself as susceptible as ever to Mr. E.’s pervasive charms. Even without her ever-increasing weight throwing out any sense of perspective, Lalia could hardly think of a time when she had looked out across her belly any vaster than it was at the moment. With her limited digestion of the previous nights’ exploits, she had very quickly surpassed her size of just a few hours ago and her girth had blossomed inexorably to now stretch metres from the rest of her body,
“Can’t we just... y’know... go back to bed,” Lalia winked, catching her feeder’s eye as she took her latest mouthful from his hand,
“I don’t believe we were in bed in the first place,” Mr. E. chuckled to himself,
“You’ve got the woman of your fantasies whalin’ out in front of you and you’re worried about sexual semantics?” Lalia said steelily, momentarily depriving herself of the latest bite offered to her. Edmund regarded her briefly, before gently but irresistibly jamming the cookie he held between Lalia’s plump pink lips,
“My...” he began, before stopping himself, “Why, Lalia... I would love to... why don’t you get up and we’ll do just that?”
Trying to stifle her confusion at how straightforward it was to convince Edmund, Lalia looked from him to the monumental gut easily outstripping her arms’ length and shifted her fat butt cheeks on the chair below,
“Er... sure... thing is...” she mumbled, “I don’t think I’ll be able to move unless you help me...”
“Oh. I do see,” Mr. E. nodded, “Now... if I do so... you’re sure you’ll be able to fit through the door?”
The penny finally dropped as Lalia saw what Edmund was doing. She stretched her neck past her bumper bosoms propped atop her monstrous belly to the tiny-seeming doorframe,
“No, Edmund,” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she rested her chin on her hand and her elbow on her breast as she chewed, “I don’t believe I can fit through the door anymore,”
“How unfortunate,” the man smiled, mock sympathetically,
“Unfortunate indeed,” Lalia echoed wryly,
“And so... bearing that in mind...” Edmund grinned, “Would you care for a further sitting?”
“There’s, uh... always room for Jello,” came the uncertain reply,
‘Jesus, as if my ass isn’t fat enough already, I feel like I’m gonna go straight through this chair any second,’ Lalia complained inwardly as more food was immediately filling her mouth then her belly, ‘I really could’ve done with working a few of these excess calories off,’
Before long however, Lalia had slipped readily back into stuffing mode, and lay back as Mr E loaded food into her by the armload.

‘Oh, God. Oh God, oh God, oh God, stop!’ Lalia pleaded to herself the next time she snapped to her senses, another pastry disappearing into her mouth, which she swallowed almost without chewing. She could all but feel the fat sticking to her, pumping out of her monumental, greedy gut and swathing her belly, boobs, butt, thighs, arms and chin. Her tummy, usually plump and listless yawned out from her front, extending far beyond either her reach or control, hard and stuffed and churning with food. But still she continued voraciously, polishing off the box of pastries and moving on to the next as Mr. E. observed coolly. As much as Lalia’s brain implored her to stop ingesting the seemingly limitless mass of food in front of her, her belly demanded far more loudly that she keep going. It was as if it couldn’t be filled, even though her tummy skin groaned despairingly as the smooth, flesh-colored hemisphere sprawling rotundly in the middle of the room elongated away from her. The giant weight of Lalia’s gut pressed it into the floor immovably and her newly-bestowed stretchmarks raged on her sides, now painfully pale against the super-sized eater’s flushed pink skin and preparing, Edmund noticed, to erupt into lush red streaks. Even since the start of her epic meal, Lalia’s hips and ass appeared to have grown, her hips bursting from her flanks in juicy, overblown haunches that bulged succulently from her sides. Similarly her backside swelled around her, attempting to absorb the chair and even overflowing its seat at her buttocks’ very edges. The kitchen table had had to be moved, Lalia’s expanding body was simply taking up too much space for it to remain in its central position,
“Enjoying yourself, my dear?” Edmund cooed, stroking Lalia’s crimson hair as he shovelled more food into her maw,
“Mmmm-hmmm!” Lalia enthused affirmatively,
‘You stupid bitch, you’re huge, why are you letting him do this?!’ her mind raced, unable to overcome her belly’s commands,
“I’m afraid the food supply is dwindling somewhat,” he reported,
‘Ha!’ went Lalia’s conscience,
“You’ll run dry in another hour or so,” he grinned,
‘Another hour!?’
“Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!” Lalia finally renewed her protests aloud, “I don’t think I could take another hour!”
“You... don’t...” Edmund stuttered,
“Well of course I can take another hour,” Lalia added, “But Jesus, Edmund, look at me!”
She cradled her vast girth ineffectively with her comparatively puny arms,
“Aren’t I fat enough for you?”
“My dear, your size is of no consequence to me,” Mr. E. disputed, “Your plenitude is my only concern; you may halt me at any time,”
“Ok... well... good,” Lalia nodded warily, knitting her brow, “I’ll finish that muffin you’re holding and then that’s it,”
“As you wish,” smiled Edmund, cramming the cake into Lalia’s mouth. Having swallowed, the eater sat in awkward silence,
“Was that the first one outta the box?” she asked eventually, to which Edmund simply nodded, “Right... well... I’ll have the rest of the box... but then, that is it...”

“My dear... I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you this... large,” Edmund admired over an hour later, when every scrap of food without exception had been consumed,
“*Arp... aarrp!*” went a lethargic, chocolate-smeared Lalia, the barest of burps escaping from her utterly full tummy as she clung drowsily to its gorged, mountainous mass,
“I take it that was approval?”
“*Arrpp!*” repeated Lalia, expelling the tiniest pocket of air from her stomach and leaving it otherwise completely packed with food,
“You aren’t... full, are you?” Edmund asked, more than a hint of excitement in his voice at the prospect,
“Heh-heh, not by a long shot, big boy,” the seemingly mute Lalia croaked. Edmund ran his hand along the broad flank of Lalia’s gigantic belly, her skin shuddering in response,
“Ooohhhhhhhhhh, don’t!” she groaned, sounding ready to explode before qualifying, “God that feels so freakin’ good, but I’m damn well fat enough as it is!”
Edmund smirked enigmatically, quietly regarding the sprawling swell of Lalia’s gut,
“I mean it Edmund, do not rub that thing or I’ll be begging for seconds in no time!” she warned, clutching uselessly at her tank-like belly, which quivered and wobbled as her bloated ass shuffled on the bow-legged chair. But Edmund for the first time directly disobeyed Lalia, plunging his hands into her tautening flesh and stroking her giant rumbling tummy,
“Oooooofff!” Lalia puffed out her cheeks as her guests’ masculine hands pushed firmly into her gurgling girth, tightening her skin even further, until it scarcely felt sufficient to cover her giant, swollen midriff. Gripping the chair with her thickened thighs, the naked, stretched-sheer young woman shivered with cold and moaned,
“I’ve really gone off the deep end here, haven’t I?” she asked herself aloud as she felt a shudder in her belly’s distant edges. A shrill, sinister tone caused Edmund’s hand to suddenly withdraw from bulging Lalia’s gigantic gut inwards, which snapped back to a shallow convex. Mr E.’s hand dipped into his inside suit pocket, producing a mobile telephone, which he clamped to his ear,
“Yes? I see...” he frowned at the unknown information conveyed, “That is unfortunate... I see... I’ll ensure it does... Thank you... We will speak shortly,”
Edmund briskly posted the phone back to the interior of his jacket,
“I’m afraid I must take my leave at this point,” he said baldly,
“You... what?!” Lalia spluttered,
“There is really very little to be done, my dear,” the man said, bending to kiss his stunned feedee on both chubby cheeks and turning towards the door,
“W... w... wait!” Lalia protested as Mr. E began to march out of the room. He paused upon her interjection and turned with a disingenuous smile on his face,
“I do apologise, I’ll endeavour to recompense upon our next meeting,” before striding from the kitchen definitively,
“Edmund, I... I can’t move!” Lalia yelled, hearing his footsteps receding down the hallway as she tested her flabby thighs against her astronomical weight and found herself totally immobile,
“Edmund? Damn it Edmund, I’m the size of a room, I must weigh a ton here!” she couldn’t even see over her gargantuan belly, which indeed almost filled the entire kitchen, with only a gap of a foot or so around all sides of Lalia’s dangerously vast tummy and the counters. Her heart fluttered as she heard the muffled sound of the front door closing, leaving the house ringing with a bellowed protest,
“You can’t just leave me like this! Edmund!”

Normally Lalia would have been in her element with such a situation. She was enormous, immense; truly cavernous. Words could barely do justice to how huge Lalia’s tummy had bulged that day, with two insurmountable stuffings pushing her waistline to personal-best levels. Normally. It was a strange new world in which Lalia now lived, in which her previously voracious metabolism had deserted her, and she knew that she would have to digest what she had eaten in real time. Days’, possibly weeks’ worth of meals writhed inside her burstingly gigantic gut. Two titanic binges in fewer than twelve hours was unprecedented even to Lalia’s food-handling powers of old. But now, she reflected, this was the new normal. Cold, naked and alone, a poor frightened Lalia burst into tears as she realised how long it would take for her immovably vast belly to disappear. And where then it would inevitably reappear on her body. Angry and exhausted after an inconsolable weep lasting longer than she could keep track of, the immobilised redhead fell into a food coma. She awoke the next day in the same position with her belly receded by an indistinguishable amount. Of course she also found herself still completely unable to move, save for the occasional shiver. A chill coursed through the amazingly distant skin on the front of her immense belly; she was so big, she thought, so, so big. Compared to her previous emptyings taking place over a single night, Lalia knew her stomach would now drain intolerably slowly. Gone were the days when the lean, fit teen could simply hoist her unbelievable belly up and waddle about at will. She was completely incapacitated by such a substantial meal, such a comprehensive stuffing. Simultaneously, she knew the rest of her body would blow up insanely as it guzzled the fat from her basin of a belly. Her mind ticked methodically as she realised that today was Friday, and she mercifully wasn’t expected at the office until after the weekend. She had three days to shrink enough to move, but after that suspicion would be raised.