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Jane watched from the doorway, painful prickles of nervous sweat piercing the back of her neck as she watched her friend writhing on the bed in intense discomfort. She had opened the door silently a few seconds earlier to find Lalia wrapping up one of her shows, her enormously distended belly nestling heavily below her hefty tits, pressing her well-fed gut down into the yielding mattress beneath her,
"Uuuuuuuggghh! That's it! No more!" Lalia grimaced, holding her hands up in a gesture of surrender to show there were no further provisions available to her food-encrusted fingers, before turning to the laptop whilst nursing her swollen belly and blasting, "*UUUUURRRRRPP! Ohhhh you guys are monsters! How could you make me eat all that?!"
Licking each of her fingers in turn as Jane watched on and her laptop screen scrolled frantically with messages from her watching customers, Lalia's gut grumbled satiatedly, whilst soft undulations rippled her bloated flesh, the churning contents of her belly refusing to settle.
"Mmmmnnngh!" she yelped with her eyes closed tightly as she sucked her left thumb clean and moved on to her right hand, a gorged, "*URRRRRPP!*" accompanying her stomach's gurgling,
"Ooohhhhh I've got to go take a lie down!" wailed Lalia, having cleared her chocolate-smeared hands entirely and reaching below her monumental breasts to comfort her complaining belly. She shuffled heavily to the edge of the bed, her massive, naked boobs wallowing across the floor, pushed outwards by her bloated tummy,
"Uuuuurrrrghhh!" Lalia grimaced as the last inches of her overfed belly tumbled off the mattress she sat on with a "*Bah-LOOOOM-phh!* Uggghh! I'll see you next time if I don't... *BWUUURRP!* Explode!"
With that, she lurched forwards using the impetus of her pendulous gut to reach out and turn off the webcam as a concerned Jane stirred in the corner. Lalia switched off the camera using a keyboard shortcut, before studiously making sure it was disconnected at its USB port and closing the lid of her laptop. But now turning troublesomely with an undisguisable smile across her face, Jane stopped in her tracks and smiled with relief as Lalia laughed,
"Think the explosions will be going off elsewhere!" her demeanour reverting instantly back to the Lalia Jane had grown accustomed to. Somewhat taken aback, Jane couldn't help but choke out,
"Wow, Lalia, you're quite the actress, you even had me believing you there,"
"All those years of inventing stories to explain the missing food and my, ah... 'developing figure' to my mom," Lalia giggled naughtily, glancing down to her vast belly and slapping both hands on its bloated mass scraping the floor from her half-crouched position over the desk, "Although I think even I'd struggle to explain this one! Man, I could get used to weight like this!"
"I thought your boobs were about to break you in half, Lalia!" Jane reminded her, worried at her friend's apparent newfound fondness for her overdeveloped figure,
"Oooohhhhh the belly's sort of evened things out!" smiled Lalia, rubbing her immensely full tummy, her grin fading to gritted teeth momentarily as she craned herself arduously up to standing. Lalia's vast belly arced massively out from beneath the shade of her colossal tits, which drooped either side of the plump protuberance barging them aside, her tautened tummy's dimensions probably equal to either breast,
"I... don't think it has, Lalia," Jane replied with a furrowed brow, "You look shorter,"
"Yeah?" Lalia replied disinterestedly,
"No, I mean a lot shorter, your back's being bent by, like, inches!" the anxious Jane explained,
"Jane, I have never felt better! Or fatter!" came the somewhat unwelcome assurance,
"Lalia the model isn't supposed to enjoy what they do on webcam, it should be a business transaction!" Jane protested, moving on from the fact that Lalia's boobs and belly were literally squashing her into the ground,
"Shouldn't be a bad thing to take a little pleasure in your work!" said Lalia, with a flick of her long, red hair,
"And for God's sake Lalia, please don't sound so damn pleased when you talk about getting fatter!" an annoyed Jane shouted,
"Ah, come on Jane, girls just wanna have fun!" Lalia said nonchalantly, "I'll admit this is mixing business with pleasure, but the hard work starts once I get a treadmill,"
"And when will that be, Lalia?"
"Eventsh! Lighten up Jane, it's not like I'm doing this every night... haha! 'Lighten up!' I crack myself up!" she beamed, as Jane glowered,
"Really?"
"Really!" she chirped, admitting after an awkward pause, "It's every other night! One night's boobs, the next belly and so on!"
Jane simply exhaled frustratedly at Lalia's impulsive nature, folding her arms and facing away,
"God Lalia!" Jane had to stop herself from screeching at the top of her lungs, "You are just the most impossible person..."
"Hey, look," Lalia began, "If you're really that concerned, I've got a proposal for you,"
Jane had learned long ago to be wary of anything that Lalia seemed to simply 'propose' without warning. She knew that for all her sweet innocence Lalia could be cunning, and very rarely suggested anything without having thought of the benefits to herself first,
"Go on," Jane cagily nodded,
"How about you help me out with the camshows?" Lalia asked, "You can keep an eye on me, and you can make sure they run smoothly,"
Genuinely surprised and taken aback at what seemed to be a fairly reasonable strategy, Jane was stunned into silence,
"They'll be more efficient, we'll be making money quicker and then we can bust me down to size sooner!" Lalia continued enthusiastically. Jane paused to consider her reply,
"Let me think it over, Lalia,"
"Sure, babe, take all the time you want," Lalia shrugged casually, "Just... y'know, give me this one break. I promise you I've got this covered."

Despite numerous misgivings, Jane agreed to assist Lalia's camshows. Jane agreed to shop for Lalia, ready the food for the webcam shows and take care of the camera, lights and computer. In return Lalia had to promise that she would limit her stuffings to every second night at most. The first show of their collaboration was soon due, with Lalia producing a comprehensive shopping list. A shaken Jane took an hour to tick everything off the page Lalia supplied, manoeuvring the cart around the store with difficulty by the time she got to the checkout. Jane could barely be seen exiting behind the teetering tower of fruit, chips, sweets, pizzas, pasta, noodles, bread, drinks, cereals, cooked meats, ice cream, baked goods, chocolate and countless other items crowding the cart. A taxi ride later, Jane burst into Lalia's attic room to find her watching television,
"Two-hundred and fifty-three dollars, Lalia!" she yelled immediately, "Two hundred and fifty three! How can you possibly make a profit after all this?!"
"Whoa, whoa, chill, honey pie," a placid Lalia assured her, "Belly shows is where the big bucks are at!"
"And if you think I'm cooking all of this..." Jane angrily continued,
"Janey, barely anything needs cooking," Lalia explained with a placating gesture, "And anyway, you promised to help!"
Quickly regretting entering into a bargain involving food with Lalia, a frustrated Jane exhaled and pursed her lips,
"Lalia you're gonna be the size of that shopping cart once you're finished!" she groaned, with a palm across her brow, pressing her temples with her thumb and middle finger,
"Oh-ho boy, now you're startin' to think like me!" Lalia beamed, "Now tell ya what, you bring up all the stuff that can be eaten straight away and you can start with the cooking once we're underway up here! I promise it won't take up that much of your time!"
Despite her remonstrations, Jane inwardly pledged to endure at least one stint as Lalia's assistant, rather than baulking straight away. So having hauled bags and bags of groceries upstairs, on each trip reminding Lalia to keep her hands to herself, the star herself was ready to perform a short time before seven o' clock. Jane helped to move any personal items out of range of the camera to ensure the shot was as empty as possible and moved Lalia's mounds of snacks within reach before making her way downstairs to ready the oven whilst Lalia prepped the webcam. Jane returned to find a stunning-looking Lalia putting the finishing touches to her makeup and was once more taken aback at her flatmate's appearance. The face peeking out above the monstrous parapet of her mountainous boobs seemed to emerge directly from her cavernous cleavage, and yet Lalia was still strikingly attractive. There was no trace of a double chin below her sleek jawline and her delicate cheekbones were now accentuated by makeup, all bordered by Lalia's trademark, vividly red hair. She flashed Jane a model's smile as her marvellous green eyes glistened gorgeously amidst her petite features. Even Lalia's arms and legs were lithe and slim where they protruded beyond the bulging expanse of her colossal chest,
'All that weight really has gone nowhere but her boobs,' Jane pondered as she eyed her inflated friend. Crossing the room to more conveniently arrange the piled food, Jane looked over her shoulder to see the naked Lalia from behind, sitting on the edge of her bed. Lalia's pert backside stuck out unnaturally far, the small of her back curving and being pulled forwards by the weight of her giant tits. Her spine arched backwards again at the shoulders as she seemed to be trying to haul the unmanageably vast boobs back towards her, whilst they piled on top of her lap and spilled over her thighs,
'No wonder she can barely move,' Jane now considered as Lalia's boobs wobbled heavily with a slight shift in her seated position, and the empathetic Jane resolved to try her best in helping her housemate for now at least,
"Lalia, you sure you can reach everything here?" Jane asked,
"Yep," answered Lalia, reaching to demonstrate everything was within her grasp,
"And if I put the extra stuff here, the camera can't see me when I do it?" Jane confirmed, looking towards the lightly grainy webcam image on the laptop monitor and waving in the position she indicated,
"Nope," answered Lalia,
"So you ready?"
"Yup!"
"Well you start it Lalia," Jane motioned towards the computer. Lalia nodded and winked at her friend, flashing a smile as Jane backed off. The nude, top-heavy eater shuffled unsteadily over to the laptop, clicking a button, then slumped heavily back onto the bed,
"Good evening my lovelies!" a still-wobbling Lalia greeted the camera, "Have I got a treat in store for you tonight!"
Jane retired downstairs to begin cooking the pizzas at that point; there were ten of the doughy discs, each twenty inches across, with four able to fit in the oven at once. She would have to keep a close eye on both the pasta and noodles, and the toppings for each,
'At least these are low-maintenance,' Jane reflected, peeling cellophane wrappers from the pizzas. Thankfully Lalia had ordered that once cooked, jars of sauce could simply be stirred into the pasta and noodles, but Jane would still have to manage four large pans of boiling water simultaneously. She heaved a weary sigh, tying a flowery apron around her waist as she slid the pizzas into the hot oven one by one.

Reentering the attic, Jane could already perceive a sizable impression made by Lalia into the mountain of snacks to her right as she munched voraciously into the camera,
"Mmm! Y'know what they say, 'Once you pop, you can't stop'!" she said between chews, casting aside an empty cardboard tube of chips and reaching for another, the face of a well-known moustachioed brand logo bouncing past Jane's toes. Carrying the four plates simultaneously using a trick learned in her waitressing days, Jane set the pizzas on a conveniently placed table as Lalia finished off the last of her current preference,
"And y'know what I say, 'A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the tits'!" Lalia beamed into the webcam with a smile, reading from her list of onscreen 'cue cards', "Mmmmm that was delish, but I think it's time to move onto something more... substantial," Lalia confided to her audience, leaning over to seize one of the plates that had sat idle for barely a few seconds, "Pizzaaaaa!" she salivated, picking up a sizable pre-cut segment, holding it up to the camera momentarily, before cramming almost the entire slice into her mouth at once,
"MMMHH! Thish ish scho gud!" Lalia burbled with her mouth still full of pizza, "*NOMMPH!* Mmmmf!"
She devoured the remains and was already reaching for a second slice as an aghast Jane beat a hasty exit. By the time she had made it back downstairs, the pizzas loaded into the oven were all but done, and Jane was soon ready to scoop the golden circles onto platters and replace them with their uncooked counterparts, hastily swoop across them with a pizza slice and convey them upstairs. Lalia was nearing the end of her fourth and final pizza, enabling Jane to collect the spent plates to re-use and swap them with the freshly-cooked pizzas,
"*Uuuulllpp!* Mmmm, pepperoni! My faaaaavorite!" Lalia approved as she began to tuck into the resupplied pizza course. So Jane ran laps of the house, checking on the veritable cauldron of pasta bubbling away on the stove on each leg and restocking Lalia's pizza supplies with barely time to breathe. She finally delivered the last pizzas and retired to the kitchen to finish cooking both pasta and noodles, leaving Lalia to operate with the snacks that surrounded her for the time being. Soon both pasta and noodles were ready to be drained, which Jane did with an enormous colander, before decanting a portion of pasta into the largest mixing bowl she could find, incorporating the tomato sauce and refuelling Lalia,
"*OYYYUUURRRRRPP!* Oh excuse me!" Lalia giggled, following a burp that seemed to rattle the glass of every window in the house. Jane even stumbled slightly on her way up the attic stairs, through a combination of the suddenness and volume of Lalia's belch, coupled with the weight of the enormous bowl of pasta she struggled to carry. She had been astounded at the amount of food in the dish; there was so much pasta that it had taken three large jars of sauce to even tinge it with colour. Eventually five jars had ended up in the bowl that Jane now lay down near Lalia with a thud that could surely be detected by the webcam. Jane scuttled off as Lalia giggled slightly, but barely broke her stride in between mouthfuls of yoghurt. Back in the kitchen, Jane filled another somewhat smaller bowl with pasta and hurried this up to Lalia, who was already making considerable headway through the first,
"Oohhhh God, this stuff is hea-vy!" Lalia puffed as Jane returned with the second and final helping of pasta, "It's just swelling me up like a soufflé... mmmm, soufflé! *Brrrrrpppppp!*," although talking at the camera, Jane couldn't help but feel that her inflating housemate was also playfully addressing her. Taking a moment to look about having deposited her pasta payload, Jane saw that Lalia was not quite halfway through the food assembled all around her, but remembered with dread that there was still plenty to come from downstairs in terms of ice cream and noodles. Resolving to rid herself of cooking duties as soon as possible, Jane made her way back downstairs with the giant empty bowl previously occupied by pasta as soon as Lalia had picked it clean. Having washed it out, she found that filling it to the brim rid her of all the noodles at once; so hastily emptying the assembled sauce jars into it, Jane carried it upstairs on a tray relieved to learn that her chef duties were at an end,
"Ohhh guys, check out the belly!" she heard Lalia enthusing as she scaled the attic stairs, and entered the room to find her vast flatmate on her feet. Attempting to spread her cleavage to the camera to afford her viewers a better look at her swollen stomach, Lalia was troublesomely trying to shift her substantial boobs, which dragged ponderously upon the bedroom carpet,
"Uuuuuhhnngh! See?" she grunted, reaching down her chest and wrestling each breast with one arm apiece, craning them apart slightly so that their onerous shadow barely broke in her midriff to reveal a pumped-up, past-pregnant paunch,
"OOOOOFFF!" a sweating Lalia wheezed, letting go of her massive tits to slap together in front of her solid, spherical gut. With that, she crumpled heavily back onto the bed with an audible slosh whilst the furniture's joints groaned under her top-heavy weight,
"Phew!" she forced a weak smile towards the webcam, "Mama's kinda... heavy... for that sorta thing!" she panted breathlessly, "I think that's... quite enough... moving around!"
She reached for the nearest item of food, and began wolfing down a box of pain au chocolat as Jane deposited the bowl of noodles as quietly as possible onto the table,
"*Nnnmm!* How about I... just grow this thing... 'til you can't... *Mmmpphh!* ...miss it?" Lalia offered to her audience inbetween gulps of pastry and gasps of air with a stroke of her growing belly, genuinely exhausted by the everyday task of climbing to her feet in her current chesty guise. Jane slunk noiselessly out of the room to begin tidying up downstairs as the sound of Lalia stuffing herself voraciously echoed over her shoulder.

Having washed the dishes, Jane decided that her part in Lalia's camshow would be all but complete once she had delivered the ice cream currently chilling in the freezer. Opening the freezer section of their refrigerator, she piled the assembled tubs into her arms. On their own, the portions were probably just large enough to give the average person bellyache, but Lalia planned on consuming over twenty liters of ice cream on top of her already-endless menu. The amazed Jane shook her head as the wall of desserts amassed, and she finally conveyed them to the attic in two trips using grocery bags. On the second drop-off, Jane was astounded to see that Lalia had nearly finished all the food in the room, affecting her waistline dramatically. Making short work of the penultimate bag of chips to hand, Lalia's swollen tummy now easily held its own against her monumental bosom, which had only a short time earlier dwarfed and concealed it. Approaching, or perhaps even equalling the size of one of her giant breasts, Lalia's gut had squirmed free of their twin shadows and now bulged eagerly away from her body. Her stretched navel quivered when Lalia swallowed, pumping yet more cargo into her overburdened belly, her frontiers swelling terrifyingly as she did so. As Jane arranged the ice cream within the eater's reach, Lalia polished off the last of the food available and slumped abruptly backwards onto the bed, her tits flailing wildly and her enormous belly resounding with a loud, *GLLLOOOOOSSSSHHH!*. Her face obscured by her mountainous tits, she turned her head to wink and grin at Jane, before propping herself up on her elbows,
"Urgh, gettin' kinda full now," she told her audience as her grimacing face onscreen emerged from behind her piled-up chest pillows. Jane took her previous glance as an assurance that everything was in fact fine, but still marvelled at what an unerringly convincing actress her housemate had become,
"*BWWWUUUURRRPP!*" Lalia blasted right on cue as her hands dove under her smothering tits to rub her bloated belly, which hung heavily between her legs, dangling off the side of the bed, "That thing is loaded and ready to blow!"
She heaved a weary-sounding sigh which may not have been totally false as Jane continued to pile up the ice cream tubs out of shot,
"Ohhhh man, I am all full up here," Lalia mumbled as she feigned a glance toward her depleted food supply, before her face lit up in a broad smile, "But I always save room for dessert!"
With that, Lalia struggled to propel her vast weight upwards, eventually managing to seize one of the nearer tubs of ice cream and a spoon, holding up both to the camera excitedly. It took several more attempts before Lalia was able to shift her bulk to an upright position again, and her belly and boobs once more dangled heavily from her front rather than stacking suffocatingly on top of her. Unperturbed by her increasingly immovable mass, she wasted no time in tucking into the first of her ice cream tubs. Swiftly followed by the second. Then the third; only moments later the empty carton was replaced by a fourth. And so on, in astonishing succession that Jane could barely believe and Lalia's swelling tummy could seemingly barely keep pace with,
'I can actually see her growing,' Jane marvelled as Lalia gulped down mouthfuls of ice cream almost constantly, her groaning gut burgeoning inch by incredible inch,
"I've got twenty liters here; how many d'you think I can get though?" Lalia asked the webcam audience some time after Jane had lost track of how many tubs had disappeared. The laptop screen buzzed with activity, and Lalia peered over her gigantic tits to read the messages,
"All of it? Hmmm, I'm not so sure," Lalia lied, having clearly gained a consensus of opinion, "I am aaaaaawwwful full *BWUUUURRRPP!* ...but I'll do my best!"
Her routine seemed well-rehearsed as Lalia continued to pile the dessert into her rapacious belly, which Jane knew that she could do all night. Nevertheless, Lalia would stop every so often to report she was too full to continue, and Jane was shocked that every time she did so, the message bar was will with nothing but appeals for Lalia to keep going,
"Oooooohhh I can't hold much more!" she groaned in between tubs of ice cream, as Jane saw the webpage scroll down frantically with encouragement. Lalia made a point of pausing to read some of the messages before continuing at what Jane thought was a conspicuously fast pace, but one that obviously convinced Lalia's watching fans. Some minutes later, Lalia repeated the trick,
"Oooooohhh I can't! I'm so full! ...No really, I'm maxed out, I couldn't possibly! ...I'm stuffed, I'm... well... if you really think I could... oooohh, go on then..." she smiled coyly, apparently convinced of her abilities by her audiences' support,
"Oooooohhhh guuuyys! Please don't get me any fuller!" Lalia finally acted with only a few tubs to go, "OOOOOOHHH! I'm gonna buuuuurrrrst!"
The screen once again flashed with activity as keyboards worldwide frantically worked to pump yet more ice cream into Lalia's swollen gut,
"Wh-what? How much...? Well... two... no, three more..." Lalia whimpered, squinting at a message on screen or of course just play-acting, Jane found it impossible to tell now herself, "Oh... Ok..." the eater inevitably conceded, and continuing shovelling the quickly-melting ice cream into her mouth. Eventually, mercifully, Lalia's larder ran dry as the incredibly front-heavy beauty's swollen gut slumped between her thighs to rest on the floor. Even to Jane's trained eye the food-smeared, still-chewing Lalia looked ready to pop, as her burgeoning belly had boosted her colossal boobs up to chin level, heaving some of their expanded mass from the ground to make her look like an overinflated beach ball,
"*BBBWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAARRRPP!*" an open-mouthed Lalia belched, one hand behind her to prop up her overwhelming form with the other sandwiched between the top of her belly and the underside of her outsized bust,
"Well..." she began dozily, exaggerating the effects of such an astonishingly vast meal, "That's all I've got to eat tonight... "
Her mouth fell lazily open in response to a satisfied gurgle from her belly, quickly followed by another deafening burp,
"*Buuuuuuuuuurrble!* *AAAAARRRPP!* ...Excuse me..." she said quietly, enjoying her performance as she continued, "Well... I think that's the most I've ever eaten... I can't remember... ever... *Urrp!*... Ever... feeling so full... so I think I'd better go now..."
Still feigning drowsiness, Lalia waved towards the camera, which Jane took as her cue to at last end the session. She cut the webcam feed and tried to stifle a relieved sigh as the giggling Lalia looked on, immediately dropping her act as she examined several ice cream tubs in turn and licked any remains hiding within. Jane busied herself with clearing up, trying to ignore her colossal flatmate grazing several feet away, whose packed belly shuddered and rippled with burbling vacillations, her giant tits stacked on top of it like enormous fleshy beanbags,
"Thanks for the help Jane, that was lotsa fun!" Lalia enthused, "So much easier with two people... hey, we should get you in on the stuffing act!"
"I don't think so Lalia," the weary Jane mumbled, clearly without the energy to even lose her temper with her overfull flatmate. Lalia herself saw that Jane was in no mood to rise to her jibes and quickly pursing her smirking lips naughtily as Jane piled masses of wrappers and containers into a bin bag,
"So you hittin' the hay, big J?" the energetic Lalia asked her drained-looking housemate after a while as she finished clearing the floor of Lalia's trash,
"Yeah," Jane replied, "You?"
"Soon as I lever the ol' gut into position!" Lalia smiled, shuffling her bulk arduously towards the head of the bed, pushing herself atop the sheets with her hands whilst wiggling her gigantic boobs and immensely full belly across the carpet with her hips,
"You, ah... need any help there, Lalia?" Jane asked as her terrifyingly elastic friend's loaded belly contorted, her supple skin expanding and contracting with Lalia's almost uncomfortably hasty movement,
"I'm good!" Lalia chirped however, having manipulated her laden body into the desired position,
"HEEEEEAAVVE!" she suddenly grunted with effort, spinning herself to lie down in bed, her massive belly resounding with a glooping slosh. From sitting facing Jane, Lalia turned to lay with her back to her shellshocked flatmate; whereas her stiff, overloaded belly turned immediately with her, cartwheeling mesmerically through the air in a pendulous arc, Lalia's cumbersome jugs only followed suit eventually. Tumbling in a gradual avalanche of boob skin, her right breast was dragged by its immense weight, flopping heavily first across Lalia's now-expansive tummy, then over the mattress, before spilling over the side of the bed. Without the extra distance of her jutting belly to cover, her left boob, squashed between Lalia's bloated body and the dented mattress even spanned out to graze the floor beyond the bedframe,
'She practically covers the entire bed,' Jane thought in astonishment as Lalia nestled her face into her pillow,
"Mmm, hey Jane?" Lalia stirred,
"Yeah?"
"Can you grab the bedsheets for me?"
"Sure," Jane replied, fetching the duvet from the corner of the room out of webcam shot and spreading it over the bed and Lalia. The fattened eater's titanic tummy and tits were scarcely covered by the sheets as they settled upon her, billowing up on both sides of the bed as her bloated form was accentuated into a substantial mound. Her stretched areolas peeked out from beneath the minuscule-seeming duvet, her breasts and belly squashed into the mattress by their own massive weight,
"Mmmm, thanks," Lalia smiled drowsily as her barely-concealed belly grumbled contentedly and Jane quietly exited the room. She looked back at the doorway to where her gigantic, gorged flatmate lay, overflowing from the undersized bed and glimpsed her underwear-covered backside where the bedsheets ballooned upwards,
'She's big enough to cover a double bed,' Jane thought.

"Ai-ai-ai, whoda thought easy money would be so much hard work?" Lalia groaned following the conclusion of a stuffing several nights later, shifting her laden, sloshing belly with extreme difficulty,
"Hmm," Jane muttered distractedly, logging out of the website and shutting down Lalia's laptop, now lamenting the bargain the two had entered into,
"Lalia, I don't think this is such a good idea, me helping you to do this,"
"Sure it is toots!" came the chirpy reply above the burbling of Lalia's overfilled gut, "I don't think I could do this without you, these guys are stretching me ragged!"
Jane started in horror, straightening bolt upright from her task of clearing away the debris of Lalia's gluttonous performance,
"Lalia if you think this is dangerous then stop!" she protested in genuine concern,
"Only kidding Jane, jeeeeez," a grinning Lalia chuckled, turning to face her flatmate as Jane's heart slowed its panicked pounding, "These jokers couldn't pop me if they tried!"
Jane sighed, both in relief and annoyance at Lalia, who smirked once more and gave her colossal belly a confident, robust slap,
"Seriously though Lalia, I think this," she gestured towards the redhead's vast, bulging tum, "Has got to stop. What if there's a fire or something? There's no way you could even fit downstairs like that, let alone carry yourself!"
"Jane I can't argue with that, you're absolutely right," Lalia somewhat surprisingly conceded immediately, "Which is why I intend to stop this pretty soon,"
"Really?"
"Sure. I'll buy that treadmill and sweat these tits away! Just need the dinero to do so!"
"Lalia, semester starts in two weeks!"
"You never heard of a crash diet, Jane?"
"You certainly haven't!" Jane shrieked, pointing at the immovably large gut bulging out of Lalia's midriff,
"Ha ha! Touche!" Lalia grinned, patting her commodious belly with both hands, "Phew! I kinda am... whoa... big!" she reconsidered, shifting her immense weight unconfidently on bowed, buckling legs,
"So you'll stop, Lalia? Soon?" Jane qualified as Lalia stared downwards at the enormous tummy nestling between her immense tits, its contents wriggling uneasily inside her,
"Oh, yeah. Right. Totally," Lalia nodded affirmatively, "Crash diet... ah, in the morning,"
"Lalia..." Jane grumbled,
"Ohhhh God, I can't quite go cold turkey yet Jane, I am loving being a heifer too much!" Lalia enthused, flopping her naked form heavily onto her tortured bed, which creaked despairingly, as Jane's optimistic heart sank,
"Ooooooofff! What's a girl to do?" the hefty Lalia smiled as she sank heavily into the mattress, "Now let's talk next time. I'm thinking ice cream again..."

Over the next few days, Lalia seemed to balloon, with pretend moans reverberating all around the upper floors of the house and all-too-real creaks emanating loudly from the building's burdened floorboards. Although the house's structure was showing signs of strain, Lalia's bloated form puffed up without limit, appearing to be taking over the attic room an inch at a time. Each of Jane's increasingly apprehensive visits to her expanding housemate found her stiflingly vast knockers ever more bloated, her enormous tummy ever more groaningly full, or both. The former, Jane noted, seemed invariably to follow the latter, with Lalia's tits creeping further and further from her increasingly distant-looking frame at each encounter between the two friends,
"Oohhhh, talk about the battle of the bulge! *Uuuurrrrpp!*" she smiled one evening following yet another marathon webcamming session, her stacked belly gurgling with fullness in response to a cheerful slap from Lalia as it bulged spherically outwards from the teen's laden body,
"Good one tonight Janey! *Bllllobbbllle! Blllobbbbblle!*" the fattened eater enthused as she struggled to even conduct a short journey across the room, her tummy's colossal cargo shifting inside her projecting it even further outwards than her tits,
"Yeah, about that, Lalia," Jane tutted, "You're... well... getting kinda... huge,"
"Yep! *Buuuuurrrrbbbbllle!* They're definitely getting more demanding, they just wanna stuff me silly!" her flatmate smiled back, reaching below her mighty, smothering breasts to pat her tautened tummy, "I'm really getting a chance to stretch out, stuffing every night... er, most n... some nights," she stuttered with a hasty grin, to which Jane paid little attention. It had been more than apparent for some time that Lalia was broadcasting stuffing sessions online whilst Jane was out of the house,
"No, Lalia, I mean you're getting huge," Jane qualified as Lalia lugged her bulky body around troublesomely, "All those stuffings are starting to catch up on you,"
"Jane, puh-lease, *Gllloooooorrrrrbbblllee!*" Lalia tried to sound dismissive as she shouted over her belly's racket, "You know I don't keep the weight on,"
"Oh, how could I forget," Jane muttered, peering around Lalia's gigantic tits to her barely-visible body,
"Well, ok... maybe I have noticed a little more of the ol' timber lately," Lalia conceded, hesitantly feeling her naked ass cheeks with each hand, "It's, ah... not easy movin' all this about these days and, er... well, that's probably 'cos there's maybe a bit more of me than there used to be. Boobs notwithstanding,"
Jane meanwhile plucked up the courage to comment upon what she felt to be the real elephant in the room, other than Lalia herself of course,
"But... Lalia... I swear your boobs have grown more than anything else!" Jane finally forced the words out of her mouth, whilst a lethargically full Lalia could barely be detected beneath the suffocating swell of flesh swamping her front,
"Awesome! My fans will be happy!" she trilled, ambling sluggishly around as her mountainous breasts and stacked gut pendulously preceded her, eventually followed by the overburdened stuffer herself,
"Your fans!?" Jane gasped in outrage, "Lalia, do you even remember why you set out doing this anymore?"
"Erm, well... yeah, sure!" Lalia smiled uneasily as Jane glowered angrily, looking from her flatmate's now unmistakably-chunky hips to her sullen face,
"We'll have to figure out a way to stop this, Lalia," Jane offered, "It's not long 'til the new semester and we've got to slim you down and get you out of this house,"
"Gee, way to bring a girl down, Jane," Lalia grumbled with a downcast look towards her expanded backside,
"I'm not trying to 'bring you down', Lalia," Jane sighed with a twinge of frustration, "I'm just trying to get you motivated, 'cos at the moment you're just lazing about all day and getting fatter; you've got to stop,"
For once the swollen redhead had no retort prepared for this, and for once said nothing,
"Lalia, you can barely walk across the room anymore!" Jane continued to protest, "At least when all this started you could still get around the house, now you're hardly even out of bed! Pretty soon you're not gonna be able to carry all this extra weight you're putting on at all!"
With that, Jane left the sulking Lalia to contemplate her own quickly-fattening form, or so she hoped, on the way to bed.

The atmosphere between the pair the next day was understandably tense, with Lalia as usual making all the wrong suggestions,
"Jane, I'll give you a free login, you could kinda look after me, make sure I don't get too carried away?"
"Ugh, Lalia this is too creepy," Jane sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her eyes closed, "I feel bad enough here in person but watching you over webcam..."
"We can have like a safeword!" Lalia grinned, her enthusiasm undiminished,
"I don't... want... a safeword, Lalia!" the frustrated Jane yelled in response, before turning abruptly away to hide her distress, "I'm going out," she muttered, ushering towards the door, "I'm going to the library Lalia I'll see you..."
With that Jane slammed the attic door, quickly descended the stairs to the front door and left the house, pausing only to grab her laptop bag. She stormed off towards campus with hot, bitter tears clouding her vision, which she angrily brushed out of her eyes. The whole situation was becoming too much for her to handle, worsened by Lalia's inability to grasp how out of hand events had become. Swelling ever larger by the day, Lalia was freakishly vast now, and Jane felt as if she were keeping some dreadful secret in the attic above her bedroom. Lalia's absence was so protracted as to now be suspicious, pressing Jane into telling many half-truths and outright lies at times to explain. She needed time by herself to unwind, and made straight for the library as promised to Lalia. First getting a coffee from the quiet adjoining cafe, Jane soon found herself a comfortable workspace. She plucked her laptop from its bag, connected to the college wi-fi and tried to relax as she sipped latte from the plastic top of the coffee cup.

It was several hours later when Jane first became conscious of the time. Early evening was setting in, with the low winter sun dipping behind the treeline outside when Jane thought to check her phone. There was a single text in her inbox, sent an hour or so ago; inevitably it was from Lalia, and simply contained the text: 'User: JaneyBaby Pass: Safew0rd x'. Jane rolled her eyes as she was reminded of the problems awaiting her at home,
'This is like the breakdown of a marriage,' she thought to herself, closing her laptop and moving to a more private area in the library. A true friend, Jane decided that she should keep an eye on Lalia, but resolved to not have any more input into her webcam sessions. Once seated, Jane navigated to the camsite and was slightly surprised to learn it wasn't blocked on the college network. Without an excuse to not watch over Lalia, Jane keyed in her login details, which took her straight to Lalia's page, carrying the strapline 'Join me from 6pm EST for the usual action!'. Her computer clock read 17:37, so Jane again closed the laptop lid and took to wandering the library's aisles. By the time she brought her reading material back to the desk and opened her computer, Jane found the time at past 6pm. Now logging back into the website took her directly, appropriately enough, to Lalia's live feed. The scene was a strangely familiar one; her gargantuan housemate spread wobblingly across the bed in the attic room just a few minutes' walk away. Lalia was parked midway across the bed, with the backs of her knees on the mattress, her gigantic boobs still masking her tummy although she stuffed herself frenziedly with what appeared to be the remains of a truly marathon grocery shop that Jane had supplied her with for her previous camshow,
"Mmmmm!" Lalia suddenly croaked through the speakers as Jane jumped and hurriedly muted the laptop then minimized the window in an attempt to engross herself in her work. Jane only realised over an hour and a half of surprisingly absorbing reading later that she had in fact failed to check on Lalia even once. She sighed as she marked the page in her current book and found the window that Lalia occupied... now literally. Jane narrowed her eyes and stared incomprehensibly at the screen, which was simply filled with rippling, blubbery flesh. Her heart sped up as she hurriedly turned the volume back up and a voice could be heard,
"Ugh! Guys!" Lalia grunted into the webcam, "I'm... too heavy to get up... and switch off the camera," she now waved a bare foot towards the laptop to try and close it with her toes, the first recognisable part of her body that Jane had detected. Suddenly the picture made a bizarre kind of sense, and Jane could barely see Lalia's head peeking over her boobs, her arms and legs sticking out pathetically from the swollen edges of her massive belly and boobs,
"Ugh! Jane, help!" Lalia cried out, "My boobs are crushing me!"
Jane slammed her laptop shut, piled her possessions into her bag, stood and ran out of the building leaving her chair to swing backwards and slam onto the floor as her receding footfalls clattered.

Careening through the front door, barrelling up two flights of stairs and throwing herself through the attic door, Jane could barely believe what she was seeing. Even taking into account Lalia's past stuffings, even the massive blowout that had unwittingly inflated her tits to their current immense size, Jane could barely remember seeing Lalia so big. As Jane struggled to recall a time Lalia was larger, Lalia struggled beneath her own colossal mass, laying flat on her back with the entire massive weight of her boundless front bearing down upon her frail-looking body. Her stuffed tummy bulged high up into the air, packed solidly into a squashed orb that pressed Lalia deep into the mattress with its laden mass. Looking unable to support its own gravity, Lalia's belly overflowed from the sides of her body, its capacious borders collapsing downwards in weighty search of a supportive surface and finding only soft, yielding mattress. Jane stared in momentary disbelief as Lalia's burdensome belly seemed to enfold its compressed owner; equally, her boobs spread themselves over the sheets, engulfing any part of Lalia's form that her tummy had spared. They had further pinned her to the bed with their overwhelming size, swathing most of Lalia's upper body and piling around her chin, the spongy appearance of her massed boob flesh starkly contrasting her bloated, pressurized gut,
"Oh my God, Lalia! Hold on!" Jane gasped,
"Ugh! Never mind hold on, close the damn laptop!" Lalia shouted above a satiated gurgle from her illimitable stomach, "*BBBUUURRRRRBBLLLE!* I don't want some guy jerking off over this!"
Jane dived to slam down the laptop's lid and spun around to her mountainous housemate, whose legs protruded barely from beneath her gigantic, quivering gut,
"Lalia, what have you done?!"
"Oooffff Jane, just tip me upright for God's sake I'm getting crushed to death here!" Jane just about heard Lalia groan from behind metres of flesh and food, sounding like she had very little breathing space left in her body as her legs swung ineffectually. Skirting around the bed urgently, Jane eventually orbited Lalia and found her head and shoulders barely peeking out from beneath her oppressively vast tits, her hands pawing sluggishly to shift her immovable rack. Scooping Lalia by her underarms and pushing the immobile eater up by her shoulders, Jane was able to hoist Lalia upwards with some effort until her belly's pendulous weight took over to drag the immense teen forwards,
"*GAALLOOOOOSSHH!* Uuugghhh!" Lalia grunted as her huge gut's momentum shot her quickly up to a seated position, "Prrrrroooobably shouldn't have eaten all that!"
"What the hell have you done?!" Jane repeated, still breathless from sprinting all the way home,
"Ooohhhh God, Jane, I couldn't stop! I've eaten, like... the world!" Lalia lamented, with a tone of regret to her voice in talking of a meal for the first time Jane could recall,
"Oh my God Lalia, you look ready to explode!"
"I won't lie to you Jane, there ain't a lotta give left in the ol' girl," winced Lalia, a gurgle shuddering her belly's tautened skin as she grasped at her fulsome gut in anguish. Jane felt dizzily weak as she stood and drifted back around the bed to where Lalia sat with her immensely full tummy spilling across the floor, flanked by her bigger-than-ever breasts,
"Lalia, how've you got enough skin to go around?" Jane muttered with a shake of her head as she regarded her impossibly large friend, whose girth now more familiarly sprouted from her front rather than enveloping her sides,
"Ahhhh yup, I'm pretty ripe," Lalia groaned, eyes squeezed shut in discomfort as her stomach burbled ominously, eventually sending a stuffed burp issuing from her throat, "*BWWUUUUURRRRRPP!* Uuuurrrrrggghh, c'mon belly, that's not nice," she protested downwards at her bloated gut,
"Jesus Lalia, you ok?" Jane fretted,
"Uuuuuffff! Quite a load here! God, it's like I'm pregnant with a goddamn whale or something," Lalia joked half-heartedly, nursing her belly with one hand, "*Urrrrrpp!* Pheeeww! Yeah, it's nothing I can't handle,"
"So you're full then Lalia?"
"Oh... I wouldn't say that..." she perked up suddenly,
"You still feel like eating?" Jane pressed,
"Well, no, I guess not. I know I won't eat any more for my own good,"
"That's something I suppose,"
"I guess so,"
"No more webcamming?"
"Nooo more webcamming," Lalia assured Jane, still rubbing her fattened gut,
"You're sure?" Jane asked. Lalia smirked at her,
"Guess you must've been on your way over when I was throwing every insult I could think of at them. I don't think I'll be welcome in that community in the future."

Lalia woke the next day to the sound of Jane making her way up the attic stairs, slowly and clumsily dragging a heavy object up the carpeted steps,
"Wow, you're up early, I haven't even fully deflated yet," Lalia called from her bed with a tentative pat on her still-bulging stomach as Jane nudged the door open,
"That's... great," she gasped breathlessly, not listening as she lugged a cardboard box that was taller than she stood through the door,
"What's all this?" Lalia questioned, perplexedly studying the peculiarly tall, but relatively thin, item,
"You'll see," Jane affirmed, flashing a look of almost possessed determination from under her dishevelled mop of sweat-dampened hair. Lalia continued to watch on with a sense of dread at what might lurk inside the box. She sensed that Jane had finally snapped; she sensed hard work, no more webcamming and definitely an end to stuffing for the foreseeable future,
"Oh, shit. You've actually gone and done it, haven't you?" Lalia mumbled, eyes wide as if hypnotised as Jane tore into the box and following several chunks of polystyrene packaging revealed the component parts of a piece of gym equipment,
"That's right, Lalia; I've bought you a treadmill; now get on it and work hard! You owe me for it!"