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With the TV chattering away as she sat down to breakfast, Jane was alone in the kitchen, morning sunlight gradually pouring through pleated net curtains covering the window over her shoulder. She glanced up from her coffee and croissant at the ongoing news report, revelling cosily in the late morning sunshine that her pre-semester day off work afforded her a few moments to enjoy. With her glasses fogging slightly, she sipped bitter black coffee from the white mug and browsed cursorily through yesterday's newspaper; peace was always at a premium living with Lalia. Hearing movement on the landing above her, Jane looked habitually upwards at the ceiling upon the sound of plodding footsteps and had to check herself before rolling her eyes. Although challenging to live with, Lalia was still her best friend; despite the current situation Lalia found herself in being amongst the most bizarre Jane had known, she tried her best to remain compassionate. Footfalls were interspersed by pauses of a few seconds as Lalia descended the staircase step-by-step. An extra loud thud was heard in the hallway as she reached the bottom and a bare foot prodded the white wooden door open as Jane looked towards it,
"Morning, Lalia," she called impassively,
"Uuuuuunnnggh! Mornin'!" Lalia called back as she shuffled through the doorway, preceded by a pair of simply enormous breasts stretching out meters before her. Lalia negotiated the doorframe sideways, squeezing her swollen, naked boobs through a gap which they more than filled one at a time, their massive size far too great to pass through simultaneously,
"No overnight miracle?" Jane asked casually, sipping another mouthful of coffee as she looked back down to the outdated newspaper,
"Nope!" Lalia replied, grumbling as she gradually entered the room, finally managing to pull her left boob through the doorway, "Still huge... and heavy! Phew!"
Lalia's immense bosom masked her entire body, mountainous tits bursting from her chest and bulging outwards inexorably all the way down to the floor, which they bobbed upon pendulously. Vibrant, glossily red hair cascaded down the teen's bare shoulders as her arms grappled ineffectively to barge and manipulate her giant tits forwards. Her vast, strikingly pink areola culminated in thick, engorged-looking nipples pointing out to each side, drawn into their position by her boobs' awkward, rotund movement that Lalia's tiny-seeming form struggled to effect upon them. Shoving her gigantic tits with her body and manoeuvring them with her barely-visible arms, her mighty bust lurched heavily forwards to afford Lalia a few steps progress before she had to jostle her tits once again, coaxing them into allowing her labouring body to move further. They rolled onwards with a balloon-like *Bloomph!* with tremendous effort on Lalia's part, juddering solidly and bulkily across the ground as she ambled in tow of her colossal bust. Although their stunning mass rested heavily on the ground and the overwhelming bulk of her bosom's hefty weight was therefore heaped upon Lalia's struggling frame, her elastic skin was seemingly unconcerned with containing their puffed-up mass,
"We live... in hope though! Oooff!" Lalia smiled after the lengthy pause it took, dedicating her all of her strength to moving her giant tits, to reach the kitchen as she plonked herself onto the nearest chair. She shoved the table towards Jane accidentally with her gigantic bust as she breathed heavily with exertion, to which Jane barely even reacted, so used had she become to Lalia's astounding chest,
"Lalia it's been, like, nearly three weeks," Jane replied, rolling up the sleeves of her green and white striped sweater, "I don't think they're just gonna ping back to how they were,"
"I've been in far... 'more amplified', shall we say... states than this..." Lalia began breathlessly,
"I can't help thinking this time may be different," Jane interrupted, as her housemate pursed her lips and nodded an acknowledgement. Lalia puffed out a breath and glared at the limitless cleavage of her incredible tits with a thoughtful pout, slowly surveying the sheer enormity of her preposterously pumped-up bosom. Her stacked boobs were stiff from inflation, erupting from her body just below her neck with barely any room for their leaden mass to sag or hang from her chest. From Lalia's seated position, her tits sat on the kitchen floor plumply to either side of her body, pushed downwards under their own weight so that only a few inches of skin separated the tiles from her stretched areolas,
"I think they're here to stay, Lalia," Jane concluded, nibbling at her croissant as she couldn't help but glance at the awesome pair of boobs facing her over the breakfast table,
"You've kinda got a point, kiddo," Lalia mused, but soon characteristically joked, "Can we not just pop them or something?"
Jane smiled, shaking her head at Lalia, but was glad that although seeming typically relaxed, the teen appeared to be at least beginning to take her situation seriously,
"So," Lalia changed topic to one of her favourites, "What's for breakfast?"
"For you?" Jane replied incredulously, as Lalia's eager, hungry eyes met hers, "As little as possible! There's cereal or another croissant,"
"Don't be like that," Lalia grumbled, rolling her eyes as Jane ignored her, looking back down to the newspaper and blowing into her steaming coffee,
"Lalia you really shouldn't feed those things more than they already have been!" Jane told her irritably, gesturing towards Lalia's mind-bogglingly large breasts, "I don't care what you say, it was that mega stuffing of yours that caused all of this!"
"Come on Jane, what difference is breakfast gonna make?" Lalia testily pursued, for the first time not even contesting the sequence of events as spelled out by Jane, "I can't even eat properly? You know how that gets me down,"
"Well it gets me down you moping around the house all of the time," Jane sighed, trying to then change the subject to avoid another argument, "Are you even dressed today, Lalia?"
"About as dressed as I can be, chickadee," Lalia smiled, snapping the unseen elastic of her briefs against her hip, "I don't think those cute dungarees of yours would last long covering these up!"
Jane fiddled with the straps of her denim overalls self-consciously as she decided changing the subject was a bad idea and turned Lalia's attention back to herself,
"I'll bet not Lalia, they must be heavier than you are!"
"Ahem, I think that's a pretty safe bet, Jane," Lalia assured her, thrusting her chest forward, which moved her colossal tits indiscernibly as they sat heavily on the tiles of the kitchen floor swamping Lalia's legs,
"But Lalia that's just insane!" Jane protested, finally showing some concern as she turned to her giant-boobed housemate, some six feet from the table behind her expansive bosom,
"I'm a remarkable lady!" beamed Lalia as Jane huffed out an exasperated breath and then buried her head in the newspaper deliberately, sliding her breakfast behind the shield of its sheets,
"So, what you upto today, Janey?" Lalia ventured after a protracted pause. Jane snapped down the newspaper to reveal her empty plate and drained coffee cup, "Oooh, can you get me a cup of coffee at least?" Lalia smiled sweetly. Jane glowered as she stood and answered,
"Probably looking after you and your gigantic boobs, Lalia,"
"Hmmm. Those stairs are becoming an obstacle," Lalia reflected, "We need to get a lift installed or something,"
"Or you could work on getting rid of those things," Jane jibed, busying herself making Lalia a cup of coffee,
"Yeah, I'm building up to that," Lalia mumbled dismissively, "For now a shove up the stairs is plenty,"
"To answer your question, anyway, I've got to go see Shaundie from Warcraft Society today, so you're on your own for a while," Jane told her flatmate, "So I can't run around after you all day,"
"I don't take a lot of running after, you could catch me even with a head start," Lalia joked as Jane stirred two spoonfuls of sugar into the black coffee and dinked the teaspoon on the cup's side,
"Lalia I've never known you to be more high-maintenance," Jane said, ignoring the gag with her back to her busty flatmate,
"Hey, you could give us both a break if you found room in your schedule to... oh, say... load me up till my belly's the size of one of my tits?"
"Lalia!" Jane scolded, spinning around with coffee in hand,
"Fine, fine, both of my tits, Little Miss Ambitious!" Lalia beamed, "Oooh, coffee, thanks!"
"Lalia it was stuffing yourself that got you into this mess in the first place!" Jane reminded her as she crossed the kitchen carefully staring at the filled cup, trying not to be distracted by Lalia's titanic rack, unfocussed in the background of her vision,
"Hey, hey! Who says it's a mess? I sort of like them this way!" Lalia smiled, flexing her shoulders and glancing down at her extensive bosom,
"You like them?" Jane spluttered, stopping in her tracks,
"Sure! Who would've thought boobies could even get to such epic proportions?"
"You like them?" Jane repeated, "Like that?"
"Hey, quiet!" Lalia sulked, hugging the reachable parts of her naked tits, "My puppies will hear you!"
"Lalia who would've thought any part of you could get to the size you insist on blowing them up to," Jane questioned, setting the white coffee cup down on the kitchen table, "By all rights you should've exploded about a hundred times over by now!"
"It's a blessing and an, uhm... curse. Could you..." Lalia smiled apologetically and pointed towards the coffee cup sitting on the table with her mammoth tits inbetween, metres beyond her reach. Once more astounded at the size of her roommate's bloated boobs, Jane stared at the coffee habitually positioned on the table,
"You can't be serious about liking them like this,"
"Uh-huh," Lalia nodded, as Jane shot a disbelieving glance between the cup of coffee and the vast expanse of boob flesh that separated Lalia from it,
"Well if you like them that much," Jane tilted her head knowingly, "You're just gonna have to get used to them, Lalia. You get the coffee,"
'Wow, that was kinda evil,' Jane congratulated herself inwardly as Lalia shot a defiant glance in her direction, causing Jane to reconsider, 'Oh God, she's not gonna...'
Before she knew it, the scraping of wooden chair on tiled floor rung in Jane's ears as Lalia wriggled off the seat and pushed it with the backs of her thighs. Her chest skin stretched terrifyingly as it took the strain of her mammoth boobs and she began to crane their gigantic weight upwards. Lalia raised herself into an ungainly crouch and shuffled forwards slightly as her tits wobbled and juddered in resistance, barely elevated from their starting position. Crockery clinked as Lalia's enlarged boobs swayed heavily into the table and she squirmed uneasily between her tits, her legs plunging into the bottom of her own cleavage as she reached for the coffee still a couple of feet out of her grasp. Jane watched in amazement as Lalia's bare feet then left the ground as she lunged towards the table, the plain black briefs covering her butt emerging from flesh-coloured surroundings. Her massive boobs actually bore her comparatively petite body weight as she surfed forwards on top of them. Grabbing the cup as she lay on top of her swollen tits to her evident satisfaction, Lalia jolted herself backwards suddenly, rolling back off her breasts and perfectly into her seat, cheekily raising the cup to Jane without comment and blowing steam off the sweet black liquid's surface,
"Whatever, Lalia," growled Jane, as Lalia smiled up at her and sipped coffee, "But the practicalities will hit you soon,"
"Jane, Jane... seriously, I got this!"

"Uuuugggh! Jesus, these things are killing me! Seriously, they are gonna snap me in two like a twig!" Lalia grimaced a few days later, arching her back from her seated position on top of her bedsheets. With the passage of several days, Lalia's overdeveloped boobs had weighed heavily on her body and on her mind, until Jane had to climb the stairs to their spare room in the attic to find her housemate confined to her bed, her busty body racked with discomfort. Lalia had moved to the attic soon after her expansion; her enlarged boobs simply dwarfed her bedroom and made movement inside it impossible without widespread destruction,
"I would've thought you'd become an expert in weight-bearing at this point, Lalia," Jane teased in response, much to Lalia's annoyance,
"It's not funny Jane!" she protested, "I need a crane just to get out of bed in the morning!"
"Did you say 'crane' just then? 'Cos it sounded a lot like 'Jane'," came the sarcastic comment directed at Lalia, who glared furiously at her flatmate's mocking. Jane had more than once helped to haul Lalia out of bed since her boobs had ballooned, but had grown tired of providing a service given that Lalia seemingly took for granted, so Jane momentarily enjoying the influence she had over her usually domineering friend,
"They're killing me, Crane! I mean, Jane! Dammit!" she cursed with a blush, "Ohhhh, I'd far rather have a big heavy belly than these!" Lalia complained, clamping her hands to the blubbery flesh of her expansive breasts uneasily occupying her stretched, tautened skin. Her bloated boobs practically covered the mattress of the single bed she sat on with her back near the metal-barred headboard, swamped by masses of Lalia's peachy flesh. With her knees bent, Lalia's feet were planted flat on the sheets underneath her giant tits as she propped her body up with her hands behind her, straining to counterbalance the uncomfortable-looking curve her gigantic jugs had tugged her burdened back into,
"Nnnnngh Jesus!" Lalia moaned, shuffling backwards on the bedsheets in an attempt to drag her breasts closer to her body, "I don't even feel full anyway, I just... uufff, ache all over!"
"Well Lalia, I guess you're not used to being this big for so long," Jane offered in a knowing tone, "Usually with you it's binge and, well... not quite purge, but..."
"Yeah, yeah, thanks for the, uh... insight, Jane but save it," Lalia grimaced once more as she shifted her body, trying to find a comfortable position that would counteract the massive gravity of her overfed tits, "Ohhh fuck, gimme a gutload any day over these!"
"So what's the plan Lalia?" Jane asked her immobile flatmate, in obvious discomfort due to her vast tits spilling over both sides of the bed as their oppressive weight dragged her body forwards awkwardly,
"Can you maybe give me a hand to swing these things out of bed to flop them on the floor?" Lalia suggested, apparently now aware that her unruly tits were drooping off the mattress she sat on, "Maybe then they won't feel like they're about to pull my shoulders off..."
"I didn't mean just for today, I meant in the long term," Jane qualified, making her way over to at least fulfil the reasonable request just made,
"What am I gonna do?" Lalia complained, "I can't afford surgery and I don't wanna be butchered anyways, but they're not just gonna go down on their own,"
Jane approached the bed on which Lalia was stranded, towards the far end of the sparsely furnished, magnolia-coloured room. She reached out, stretching her arms and upper body over Lalia's gigantic rack, and took each of her outstretched hands,
"You can't just hide indoors all the time Lalia, semester starts in about a month and people are already asking where you've disappeared to," Jane told her, taking the strain of the bulky boobs that had sent Lalia's weight skyrocketing,
"Well I can't exactly hide them in a baggy sweater Jane, what d'you think?" Lalia snapped as Jane heaved at her arms and swivelled her body,
"Oooofff!" Lalia wheezed as first her right then left breast slumped to the floor, taking her breath away with a weighty, *Bllloooommff! Blllloooommfff!*
"I don't know Lalia, but you need to lose those things soon," Jane replied bluntly, backing off to the centre of the room with her role fulfilled as Lalia tentatively slid her legs to the floor between her mammoth boobs and the side of the bed,
"Jeez, there's no need to harp on about it Jane, these funbags have already lost their appeal, there's no need to rub it in," Lalia muttered, rubbing the skin connecting her enormous boobs to her chest as it stretched to accommodate her titanic tits' movement,
"What was it you said a few weeks ago, Lalia?" Jane began to remind her, "'Some people would pay thousands for boobs like these'?"
"Ooohhhhh! Well some people have more money than sense!" Lalia groaned as she scooted forwards to slacken the load on her chest skin, stretching tighter as her firm young tits gradually settled heavily onto the carpeted floor, sinking under their own immense volume, "Thinking I'll try standing up," she told Jane, "Stand by, this could go badly!"
Lalia sat on the very edge of the bed frame to raise herself and began bouncing slightly with her legs, jostling her huge boobs and denting the mattress noticeably. Using the recoil in the bedsprings to aid her ascent, Lalia bounded herself upwards, pushing with her arms and legs as she rose, when the momentum of her pendulous tits carried her past tipping point and to her feet,
"Ohhhh Jesus I am a whole lotta woman!" she puffed with the effort required to drag her busty mass to vertical. Jane watched on with arms folded as Lalia steadied herself at the bedside, the busty redhead's arms flailing as her overnourished boobs threatened constantly to topple her over forwards. Lalia's big naked breasts wobbled as if with laughter as their owner struggled to maintain her centre of gravity with such a large load tugging on her front,
"A little help here?" Lalia glanced towards the apathetic Jane as her arms continually windmilled out to each side,
"I'm actually going to the store now, Lalia," Jane prickly told her, "D'you want anything?"
"Yeah, see if they've got any of that 'Cure for Overblown Boobs' stuff I like," Lalia replied sarcastically. Jane simply rolled her eyes and descended the staircase from the attic,
"Aww c'mon Jane I was only joking!" Lalia called after her, the pitch of her voice raising as she realised Jane was actually leaving, "Jane you can't leave me here! I can't get down the stairs! Jane? Jane!"

"Look, look... I've been looking at this all wrong," Lalia quickly began, having barely moved an inch in an hour as if there was no intermission upon Jane's return,
"Weight gain is what pumped them up, so weight loss is surely what'll get them down," she continued, "All I need is a treadmill and..."
"A really good sports bra?" Jane sneered,
"Ha fuckin' ha," Lalia snorted back, "...and money to buy it with,"
"Sure Lalia, why don't you just ask the bank for a loan?" Jane chimed in,
"Seriously? You think they'd let me have one?" Lalia naively replied,
"Sure, just take a walk to the bank and ask them," Jane told her earnest housemate, sarcasm clouding her voice as she continued, "Oh wait you're naked and the size of a blimp, scratch that. I don't think there's a box to tick on the application form for that anyhow,"
"Mockery is very unbecoming on you, Jane," a sullen Lalia retorted, "If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem,"
"Lalia..." Jane sighed, with an exasperated tone that regularly saw a sentence both begin and end with the rotund redhead's name. Inwardly Jane accepted that she had been unduly harsh and not the good-natured teasing usually exchanged between the two friends. Finally she apologised,
"Look, Lalia, I'm sorry, this must be as frustrating for you as it is for me," she paused to eye the inflatable teen before her busting out all over, "Well, almost... but... I'm out of ideas. It's on you what you're to do about this,"
"It's ok Jane," Lalia smiled, "This isn't exactly your area of expertise,"
"Well... you've got half a plan at least," Jane managed to smile back, "Now, how you gonna make that money? A treadmill for your... needs... will set you back thousands,"
"Lemme think about it Janey, I'll get back to you on that one..."

"Webcamming?" Jane screwed up her eyes in bewilderment as Lalia set out her masterplan the following day,
"Suuuuure!" Lalia grinned back at her, "I've already set up an account!"
"Ugh, Lalia, this has got to be a new low," Jane shook her head in mild revulsion,
"Even for me?" came the witty retort, practically anticipating Jane's next sentence. She had, however, come to almost expect Lalia to devise the worst idea imaginable, which usually, incredibly, somehow worked in her favour. Jane went through the motions of protest,
"But Lalia, why?" Jane sighed, "It's so seedy,"
"Think about it Jane, I'm a virtually housebound young woman with ma-hoo-sive bazookas, it's a tailor-made career path!" Lalia smiled with a wiggle of the shoulder which sent her immense boobs wobbling uncontrollably,
"You're certainly, erm... 'equipped' for it," Jane said uncertainly,
"You'd better believe it! I'm packin' these days!" chuckled Lalia, adjusting the bedsheet she wore to barely mask her gigantic breasts, "But since I'd maybe rather not be quite so... 'pneumatic'..." she still struggled to manipulate the sheet's edge over her titanic contours, "It's the only practical way of making money to get rid of 'em,"
"How did you even come up with an idea like this?" Jane asked in disbelief,
"Searching the web for a way to get rid of the ol' hooters and stumbled across it," said Lalia, matter-of-factly slapping her bloated chest,
"What, you googled 'Big boobs'? That must've been interesting,"
"Of course not Jane! I googled 'Giant tits'!" Lalia grinned, "And it turns out there's nobody even in my ballpark! I'm outta there, home run baby!"
"Sorry Lalia, you're gonna have to run that past me again," stammered Jane, not quite catching the drift of Lalia's excitable ramblings,
"I mean, these are the biggest, no contest!" she boasted, her hands now placed lovingly atop her monumental boobs, "Those flatchested bimbos are getting some competition from these babies!"
Whilst it seemed obvious in hindsight, the notion hadn't even crossed Jane's mind that Lalia could actually be unique,
"You mean... you... have the biggest boobs... in the world?" she spluttered,
"I should think so Janey, I'd like to see someone cultivate some bigger," Lalia jibed as Jane's head once again felt light when faced with the task of taking in the sheer enormity of her formerly-trim flatmate,
"Whoa... I can't believe you're taking this in your stride, Lalia," a dazed Jane mumbled, to a deadpan look,
"Sorry Jane, has the amount of times the world's biggest belly just wandered in through the front door just passed you by?" she asked, somewhat affronted. Jane chose to ignore the question as she returned to Lalia's webcamming proposal,
"Lalia, really, don't you think this is ever so slightly weird?" Jane protested, the thought of her friend's ill-conceived plan feeling decidedly creepy,
"If I can make easy bucks shimmying on a webcam for a few guys I'll never meet to bust their nuts over, I say bring it on!"
Spelled out in such a way, despite her misgivings, Jane found herself bizarrely short of arguments; as long as Lalia seemed relatively comfortable with what she was doing, there wasn't a lot to discuss. Jane squinted distrustfully at her flatmate, whose plan suddenly seemed a little too good to be true,
"What are you hiding here, Lalia? Are you telling me everything?" Jane questioned,
"'Course I am Janey!" Lalia replied sincerely enough, but Jane remained suspicious,
"You're not planning on doing anything more than... well, get your... ah... boobs out?" she began authoritatively, before giving way to embarrassment. Lalia laughed good-humouredly and couldn't keep a straight face as she jokingly replied with a sarcastic gasp,
"Jane! How could you say that?! This is strictly softcore, strictly topless... as if I can wear any sort of top..." she murmured aside before telling Jane, "Call it... 'burlesque', if that makes it more palatable,"

The attic floorboards creaked disturbingly as Jane returned home from work and climbed the stairs to the first floor, hinting at activity in what had become Lalia's studio,
'There's some serious weight to her, making noises like that,' Jane contemplated as she wandered barefoot into the bathroom to wash. Running water into the sink, Jane removed her thick-rimmed glasses from her heart-shaped, makeup-free face and set them on the side of the basin as the floor in the room above her squeaked again. She looked up towards the ceiling's shuddering white plaster with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow, water now dripping from her cheeks as her hands wavered over the basin,
"What's she upto up there?" Jane quietly wondered aloud as the floorboards above once more complained, "And what's with all the moving?" she considered, having assumed up until that point that Lalia's tremendous boobs must have greatly minimised her mobility. Patting her face with a towel and replacing her glasses, Jane roamed back out onto the landing as a thump could be heard through the ceiling, causing her to now glance towards the attic stairs,
'Who's she talking to? She must be on webcam,' Jane thought, finding herself creeping silently up the staircase, smiling as she realised that if she were quiet, she might glimpse Lalia's webcam show. Even the famously unflappable Lalia would be mortified if she concluded her little striptease to find her roommate peeping through a crack in the door, so Jane moved cautiously up the stairs step by soundless step as Lalia's chiming voice waxed louder. Still too distant to pick up individual words or even an impression of what was being said, Jane nevertheless detected that not everything Lalia uttered was actually words; there seemed to be a lot of grunting, moaning and groaning going on, as well as frequent shuffling footfalls,
'I've never realised how heavy she must be,' Jane found herself pondering, almost in sympathy as she actually felt the house's structure flex under Lalia's leaden mass. Jane could now clearly hear the shuffling and dragging of Lalia's tonnage scraping along carpet beyond the attic door as chinks of light barely illuminated the darkened passageway around her,
'Wait...' Jane narrowed her eyes as something didn't quite seem to add up in her mind, 'Surely she isn't big enough to be shaking the floor like this, she's not that heavy,'
With a sense of foreboding forming in Jane's sinking stomach, she began to worryingly reflect,
'I've never even felt her shake the stairs... not even from right behind her,'
Realisation dawned as Jane almost felt jigsaw pieces slot inevitably into place in her mind and another mighty shockwave resounded through the building. It was now possible to make out what Lalia was saying in the room beyond,
"Can you guys hear that?" she asked provocatively, seemingly rocking her considerable weight back and forth with her feet in one particular spot as a floorboard creaked repetitively, "Ooooohh, I'm gonna fall straight through the floor if I get any heavier!"
Jane reached out and pushed the door with her trembling fingers almost as if she was hypnotised, reluctantly certain about what she was about to see. As the door swung open smoothly, Lalia was revealed, standing totally naked in the middle of the brightly lit room. She was, as Jane had feared, monumentally fat, fed up to a colossal size, wavering on buckling legs as her belly ballooned out in front of her. Her big, stretched, pink nipples swam helplessly on her giant breasts, jostled and pushed out to the eater's broadened sides, more than tripling her width and contributing massively to her bulging girth. Enormous tits wobbling with her movement , Lalia spotted her flatmate as she half-turned, a slight double take followed by a just-as-vague smile crossing her face as she saw Jane's silhouette standing wide-eyed in the doorway. Turning towards the laptop which mirrored her naked, wibbling gyrations in a webcam window, Lalia peered into the screen-mounted camera alluringly,
"Well, it's time for me to go take the weight off my feet," she cooed, "Thanks for watching, I'll see you all next time!"
Giggling into the tiny lens and blowing a kiss, Lalia lolloped heavily over to the laptop and clicked the trackpad, then closed the lid. She straightened back up from hunching over the desk and squared her enormous chest and vast tummy towards Jane,
"Hey, roomy!" she chirped, "How was work?"
"Lalia you... you must... have..." Jane trailed off after a pause of a few seconds,
"Eaten everything in the house?" Lalia anticipated, smiling broadly as she clutched her ripened gut with both hands, "You better believe it!"
"But... how did you get downstairs on your own?" Jane spluttered, too shocked to focus on anything but practicalities as she assessed the awesome size of Lalia's giant, wobbling tummy, which appeared to stretch down below her knees,
"That was not easy!" Lalia stressed, "Especially bringing all the food back upstairs with me! Force of will I guess!"
"Oh... Lalia," Jane gasped in horror, "Look at you!"
The sight of her flatmate, an absurdly pumped-up pair of tits now joined by a bulging belly, was almost too much for Jane to take in. As she had so often threatened to bring to fruition since her accidental augmentation, Lalia's gut was the size of one of her boobs, a weird, taut, perfectly round third breast bursting from the middle of her swamped body,
"I know, check me out!" Lalia enthused, contrary to her friends' reaction, "Whoda thought there was room for all this inside little ol' me!?"
"I had a sneaking suspicion," Jane mumbled quietly, the colour draining from her face as she was forced to pick her way through discarded wrappers and packaging to slump onto the wall in shock at Lalia's overinflated appearance, propping herself up with one arm,
"Mmmmm! God, it's good to be fat again! *BWWUUURRPP!*" Lalia smiled, the copious contents of her jutting belly writhing at Jane mockingly inside the massively expanded gut facing her, which quivered as a completely unruffled Lalia slapped it encouragingly. She seemed pleased with her nights' work as she grasped the sides of her swollen tum and swung from side to side, sweeping her belly pendulously around the room. Jane turned her head and was afforded a momentary profile snapshot of the ridiculously distended redhead, her engorged belly protruding outwards by a matter of metres,
"Oh, Lalia!" Jane cried out almost despairingly as she saw Lalia's belly extending almost as far across the room as her pneumatic breasts, "Oh God, you're huge!"
"Thanks for noticing, chick, you're not on your own!" Lalia grinned, "Man, I found a cam-site where they really go for this!"
"People are watching you stuff yourself?" Jane ascertained, amazed that anybody could get off on such a thing,
"People are encouraging me to stuff myself!" Lalia qualified, "The bigger, the better! And if they think I'm about to burst doing it? Well..."
"Lalia you look like you're about to burst doing it!" Jane protested, "Your boobs alone are using up more skin than covers me, you've got to be running low on the stuff!"
"Ooooooh that's a good one, let me write that down!" Lalia approved, opening her laptop back up and navigating to a Word document that Jane could see was full of such catchphrases, imaginably for Lalia to quote in the midst of a webcam show,
"Lalia I can't remember the last time you took something so seriously!" Jane felt herself on the verge of praise, "How long have you been stuffing on webcam?" she asked, before adding, "Honestly,"
"Hand on heart Jane, this is the second... no, wait... third time," Lalia replied, looking upwards as she apparently counted her online binges mentally, "First big one really. If you go shopping tomorrow, we need more... well, everything. And those muffins were amazing, I could eat a ton of those on their own!"
Clamping an exasperated hand to her forehead, Jane made a mental note to definitely not buy more muffins under any circumstances,
"*UUURRRRPPPP!* Oooooohh, hear me roar!" Lalia cheered with an unmistakably gleeful smile on her face as she clutched her starkly round, enormously full belly with both arms,
'How?!' Jane grieved to herself, outwardly trying to hold it together, 'How did I not see this coming?'