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Lalia wriggled free of the taxi with difficulty, trying her best to not look flustered as she straightened to reveal the pronounced paunch clinging to the front of her curvy body. She noticed her date waiting on the kerb near the restaurant, a broad, a dark-haired man immaculately dressed in a sharp, deep-blue suit with subtle pinstripes; Lalia bounded across the pavement with a swaying gait into the familiar gentleman's embrace,
"Lalia, my dear, so good to see you," Edmund effused, touching both shoulders gently as he leaned over her abundant gut to kiss her on each cheek,
"You too, Edmund," she replied, "How's the 'Plenitude' business?"
"Interesting as ever," he glanced down to Lalia's belly, her dress already fitting tightly over it and providing the rounded, heavily pregnant-looking outline that the cab driver couldn't help but notice, "I see you've taken care of your own plenitude, as usual,"
"Tsk! It seems like all of my dresses give away every little bulge," Lalia giggled, smoothing down some of the creased, clinging material of the garment pushed outwards by her developing tummy,
'You'll see some bulging in a moment,' Lalia inwardly exulted,
"Shall we?" Edmund suggested, gesturing towards the brightly-lit window of the restaurant,
"We shall!" Lalia grinned, waddling over to the entrance with a full-bellied slosh. Edmund opened the door in front of her, an old fashioned bell sounding to herald their arrival,
"Thank you," she said blushed, wobbling through the doorway,
"Good evening, sir, madam," the maître d' greeted them haughtily,
"Reservation for Mr. E.,"
"Very good, sir. Please do follow me, madam, sir,"
"Lead on!" Lalia beamed,
"Very good madam,"
*Ssslllosshh, gllllllooooossh, slllosshh, glllooooopp!*
The maitre d' gave a confused look over his shoulder as the already-sizable contents of Lalia's gut moved around noisily within her upon each of her footfalls. She smiled sweetly and didn't break the stride of her weighty waddling, turning heads as she strode across the restaurant confidently, preceded by her bloated belly,
*Gaallooossh, slossshhh, slllosssshhh, gaaalloosh!*
"Your table, sir," the maitre d' motioned to a round table four or five feet in diameter, near the kitchen, to Lalia's delight,
"Very good," Edmund nodded as the manager pulled out both chairs,
"Thanks!" Lalia smiled as she sat down heavily with a *GLLLLOOOOOOOOSSHH!*
"Your waiter will be over shortly," the maitre d' informed the pair with a worried glance at Lalia, "May I take your order for drinks?"
Glancing at the wine list, Lalia's host knowledgeably ordered a bottle of wine,
"So, how are you my dear?" Edmund struck up conversation as the maitre d' eventually left them alone, "You look as ravishing as ever,"
"I'm fine, thank you, Edmund," Lalia courteously replied, "Hungry," she added as her stomach gurgled. Her date nodded with a momentary smile,
"I would venture to say that 'hungry' is the primary adjective which springs to mind in describing you, my dear," he told her,
"Ooooohh, what others spring to mind?" Lalia smiled, propping her chin on top of her knitted fingers and her elbows upon the table,
"Attractive..." he began, "Adroit... Gluttonous... Insatiable."
"Oooh, my cheeks will be the same colour as my hair!" Lalia said, fluttering her eyelashes and batting her flame-tinted locks,
"I do enjoy your company, my dear," Edmund enthused,
"And I enjoy yours!" Lalia replied, "I also enjoy your... input..." she smirked, now leaning back on her chair and rested both hands on the sprawling surface of her whopping tummy,
"Have you been enjoying the company of others earlier today?" she was suddenly asked,
"How sweet of you to notice, Edmund!" Lalia disarmed his query expertly, "All a warm-up for you, honey!" she leant towards the smartly-dressed gentleman, "I'm feeling... what were those descriptions? Gluttonous... Insatiable,"
Edmund stared hypnotically as Lalia bent forwards across the table, her low-cut dress exposing her expansive cleavage as her massive boobs shifted substantially across her bulging belly,
"I've got another couple for you..." she was almost whispering in his ear now, over-enunciating every syllable, "I'm feeling... Voracious... Stretchy... Bottomless!"
Suddenly she wrenched backwards to sit down with a juddering *BWWWOOOOOUUUUMMM!*
"So let's eat!"
The waiter approached,
"May I take your order?" the young man enquired as Lalia eyed the menu,
"Shall we have a starter?" Edmund asked graciously,
"None for me, thanks," Lalia waved the notion away, to the confusion of her host, who quickly composed himself,
"That's fine, I'll have the fish then," Edmund told the waiter,
"I'll have what he's having," Lalia smiled at Edmund,
"Very good," the waiter acknowledged disinterestedly,
"...with a side order of potatoes,"
"Hmm," the waiter nodded,
"...and of garlic bread, please,"
"I see," the waiter mumbled, noting this on his pad,
"...and I'll have the steak..."
"Of... course," the waiter hesitated as he continued writing,
"...medium rare, and the duck, both with country veg..."
"Hm," he grunted in concentration, writing frantically,
"I'd like the ribs too, with a separate..."
The waiter turned the page of his notebook and continued to scribble,
"...order of the wings..."
He had already lost track as he wrote,
"...on the side..."
Sweat dotted his brow as he tried to interpose,
"... Tourane looks good, I'll have..."
"Miss..."
"...plenty of butter..."
"Ah... I'm sorry miss..."
"...extra order of..."
"Madam, can you begin again from 'wings'?"
Lalia glowered at him,
"Just bring plenty of everything, sport, and keep it coming," she snapped, tossing the menu into his fumbling hands.

"Getting full I suppose, Lalia?" the dark-haired gentleman prompted as the final patrons left for the evening some hours later, casting a disbelieving parting glance at the quickly-swelling young woman near the corner occupying more and more floor space with her burgeoning gut,
"Uh-uh, not in the vocab, I'm afraid," Lalia shook her head emphatically, her colossal belly stretching out to accommodate the food now inundating it and swelling its commodious borders to a matter of meters from her body,
"I'm glad," he smiled, "I do enjoy watching you eat,"
"A man like you sure is... *UUULLLLPPPP!* hard to find!" Lalia enthused, upending a plate and tipping its entire contents into her waiting mouth, before stacking it with other empty dishes to her left,
"Think of me as... an enabler," Edmund smiled again, watching intently. Lalia thought of a witty retort for a moment,
"Think of me... as a devourer!" was the best she managed before tucking back into the epic meal that still crowded the table in front of her. The waiter slowed his brisk walk past Lalia's table to gawk at the expanding young lady; she noticed the judgemental eyes burning into her, spinning her neck quickly to address the man,
"Oh my God, has my dress split?" Lalia gasped, catching the passing waiter off guard as he craned his neck to view the ballooning belly stretching out beneath the table,
"No, no, I just..." he began, as his stare unwittingly alighted on her fine bosom,
"Well then we're not done here!" Lalia interrupted. Edmund looked at her smugly as she began to devour her second helping of chowder and the waiter made to slink off quietly,
"Just a moment, young man," Edmund halted him, turning to his date, "Lalia, do you desire anything else?"
Chewing as she looked up, Lalia's stare alighted on the nosey waiter,
"*Uuullllpp!* Sure! Get me another... hmmmm, another of everything, I think!"

"Whew!" Lalia sighed satiatedly some time later, her head lolling to the left as her fork clattered down on the empty plate noisily, "*UUUUUUURRRRPPP!* Excuse me! I can be such a crude girl!"
"Well!" Edmund said, pressing his hands together at the fingers with his elbows on the table as a waiter hurried over to clear the used plates, "If you..."
"Hey, champ," Lalia suddenly addressed the waiter, straightening up and catching his sleeve in her hand, "You got a dessert trolley?"
"Yes, ma'am,"
"Not anymore, you don't," she grinned lustily, "Park it over here,"
"B-but," the attendant stammered, glancing from Lalia's enormous belly to Edmund, back to her gut, then finally to the poised smile on Lalia's angelic face,
"Hey sugar," she purred, gently coaxing the man's perspiring face closer to hers with the sleeve she still grasped, "If you're gonna look nervously at anything, I'd start with the floorboards or the chair,"
"I believe," Edmund interjected, "That the lady asked to... see... the dessert trolley,"
"Y-yes... sir. Right away, madam," the waiter hurried off, imaginably to the disbelief of the chef; Lalia and Edmund had for some time been the only remaining customers, which would usually entail a slowing down of business. Yet Lalia not only kept the kitchen busy, but had eaten more than the rest of the evening service combined,
"I don't rate the service very highly here," Lalia commented, making rare conversation in a lull of her gorging session, "How rude of that man to look down... and er, around... my dress!"
"Duly noted, my dear," Edmund replied, glancing down to Lalia's expanding frontage, "I shall endeavour to reflect that in my tip,"
"Hmmmm," Lalia contemplated, "I mean... as a girl of... the more busty persuasion... I'm used to people talking to my chest. But I don't appreciate the service in a fancy restaurant leering at my belly,"
Edmund smirked as his companion traced small circles with her fingers atop her mighty gut, tautening her dress increasingly sheer before her; she looked teasingly up at her host from beneath her downy red fringe,
"Of course I don't mind you leering at me, Edmund," she added, both hands framing the edges of her massive belly, already extending far beyond the limits of her arms' length. She glanced downward to see her incredible stomach elongating its way under the table and glanced back to the man a few degrees short of opposite her,
"If this bad boy makes it all the way across to you, by the way, feel free to give it a pat," she grinned flirtily, "It won't bite, it just wants a stroke,"
Just then, the desert trolley hurtled through the door pushed by the waiter as Lalia's attention was instantly arrested by it. Her lascivious tongue twisted around her lips as the trolley rumbled over to the table and Lalia's stomach rumbled in anticipation,
"Right. That, that, that and that," Lalia pointed to almost every article of the selection as soon as the cart had come to rest in front of her, "I want the whole cakes of those,"
"The... whole..." the waiter looked almost faint,
"Yeah," she continued, "See, that's not a cake, that's a slice of cake. I want a cake," she gestured a circular shape with her hands, glaring at the waiter, "I want that thing's bigger brother, kapeesh?"
He worriedly pulled the trolley back towards the kitchen as Lalia turned back to Edmund,
"God, what's the problem?" she fumed to him, "I want all you have of that," she pointed vehemently towards the disappearing dessert assortment as her tummy rippled softly "*Bbbblllbb*...In here!" she jabbed her belly vigorously, jiggling it wildly *BBLLLOOOOOOBBBLLLLE!*
"I see my dear lady, I do understand your frustration," Edmund empathised, his widened eyes clamped onto Lalia's oscillating tummy wobbling mesmerizingly, "I hope everything has been to your satisfaction?"
"The food's been great!" Lalia smiled, "Plenty of it as well! Service, nnnnnot so hot," she said, loud enough for the staff to be able to hear, as the service door  swung opened and a dessert trolley buckling enough the weight of the veritable smorgasbord of treats it bore ground into view,
"Ah, the main event!" Lalia rubbed her hands together as the tower of cakes approached and one was hastily slammed onto the table in front of her, the waiter barely able to lift the weight of the calorific mass of chocolate and frosting,
"Wow, big boy," she turned to the waiter, "If you can't lift it, how am I gonna fare with all that inside me?" The waiter gulped as Lalia looked from him to the dessert cart and added unwaveringly, "All... that."
The waiter hurriedly slid more from the selection in front of Lalia and beat a hasty retreat as she
dove into the cake,
"MMMMM!" enthused Lalia as she demolished the chocolate gateau, eyes closed in pleasure, "God that's so thick and dense and... heavy!"
She gulped down heaps of the cake with a loud slurp, which landed in her belly with a voluble *BBLOOOOSSHHH!*
"Ahhhhh," Lalia sighed as her belly swelled with its extra contents, "A moment on the lips... *BLLLLLLOOOSH!* ...is how my clothing rips!"
She guzzled down the entire article, almost two feet in diameter, in mere moments and moved onto the next sweet in her eyeline,
"Would you perhaps not consider preserving your modesty in the event that such an occasion is not too far away?" Edmund put to her,
"Nah, in for a penny!" Lalia laughed, "This dress has served me well, but I doubt even it can withstand this payload for too much longer!"
She slapped her belly harshly, sending ripples through its packed immensity with a *Blllllllllllbbb* as yet more creamy sponge snugly squirmed its way inside her, stretching her dress ever further. The only sounds as Edmund eagerly watched on was the sound of Lalia consuming the food in front of her, swallowing followed by a ponderous splosh as it forged its way into her rotund tummy, which audibly bloated outwards with each mouthful, to her dress' obvious distress,
"I find... Nnnoooommmm!...  it's much better to live... *UUULLLLPP!*" said Lalia, "...without... *BLLOOOOOUUUSSSHH!*... inhibitions! *Wwwooo-ooo-oooomm!*"
"Qu-,"
*CRREEEEEE-EEEEE-EEAAAAKKK!* Lalia's dress interrupted, the material now painfully strained,
"Quite," Edmund agreed,
"And anyway... mmmmm, God that cheesecake's good..." she commented, pointing with her fork at the dessert with an enormous chunk missing, "And anyway... *Scccrommmph!*...  I've come this far, it'd be a shame... *GGGLLLUUUPP!*... to leave with this thing intact! *BBBBLLLLLOOOOMMMPPPP!* Mmmmm!" *KKKKKKKRRRRKKK!*
"If it's not too forward of me, I would hasten to add that the garment could well be ruined at this point in any case," Edmund interjected,
"Now you're comin' 'round to my way o' thinkin', Eddie!" Lalia grinned, cajoling her date, whose face coloured at the sound of his shortened name, "It's beyond saving, so we might as well go the whole hog!"
"I believe," he began, having cleared his throat, "The appropriate phrase is, 'it would be rude not to',"
Lalia chuckled loudly at this, her corpulent gut rippling with every spasm of laughter, blubbing, blopping and gurgling as its massive contents juddered her spanning flesh spongily,
"You sure can talk the talk!" she approved, leaning back in her seat with mirth and trying to control her tummy's vibrations with one arm atop it whilst loading more cake into her mouth with her free hand, bloating her belly even further,
"Mmmmm... man!" Lalia winced, "This thing sure is getting tight!" she puffed out her cheeks, glancing towards her now skin-tight, struggling dress, "Only one thing for it... Nnnnmmm-nnnmm-nnnnnmm! *UUUUULLPP!* ...only one way out of it... *BBBLLLOOOOMMPPP!* *BBBOOOIIINNG!*"
The seams of her dress popped and cracked, the hefty Lalia testing its very limits,
"Nnnnnnnggh!" her eyes bulged as her immense belly pushed her boobs up towards her chin and she struggled to bend forwards and reach around her astounding bulk for another slice of cake, her dress squeezing and constricting her, "Come on... Fatter!"
"NNNNOMM!"
*SSSSHHHHHRRRIIIIPP!*
"There she blows!" Lalia whooped, her tummy squirming free, rolling and bulging outwards with a spectacular *BBBBLLLLLOOOOOUUUUMMPPPHH!* as the dress parted in the centre. Her belly sat weightily down on her frame, its underside partly resting on the modestly-carpeted floor as her busting boobs sunk away from her face, "Whooaaa, baby that's some weight!"
Despite all her clothes-bursting drama, Lalia carried on eating, a further three cakes quickly disappearing as her belly swelled and spiralled outwards. The waiter at last admitted that Lalia had eaten all the cakes available as he brought the last gateau from the kitchen,
"Ooohhhhhhh get me to a goddamn weigh bridge!" she cheered as she tucked into the final bites of the evening, pushing the plate away from her and rubbing her belly victoriously, "This thing deserves a medal!"
"May I assist you in... getting to your feet?" Edmund politely proposed, as the waiters peered over both to glimpse the blimp-sized Lalia and to see if they were able to go home any time soon,
"Ohh, your manners are just... *HIIIICC!*... oh, excuse me... impeccable!" smiled Lalia graciously in a tone of greater deportment, "That would be useful, I do believe this ensemble may be beyond my powers of locomotion!"
She peered satisfactorily around her boobs to view her pendulous gut oscillating slightly between her broadly-spread thighs, her arms draped around its sides, its front still another arms length away from her body at least,
"Quite," the gentleman added, "Would you prefer the method to be to take your hands, or to lift you by your underarms?"
"Hmmm," Lalia considered, "Well I am rather ticklish; perhaps take my hands?"
She stretched out her arms like a toddler and clapped her fingers into her palms as Edmund stood up,
"Very well," he averred, standing and pacing slowly about the table as Lalia waited with uncharacteristic patience with arms outstretched and belly quivering in expectation. Halting in front of her, Lalia put her hands in Edmund's and as she pushed with her legs he calmly pulled with his arms, stepping backwards as he did so to allow room for his corpulent companion to stand,
"OOOOOMMMPPPPPHHH!" Lalia grunted as she hauled her swollen form upwards with her legs, well accustomed now to moving loads such as these, eyes squeezed shut in effort in order to move her enlarged weight, which soon shifted to drag her more easily forwards,
"Oooohh do pardon me!" Lalia giggled as she was flung forwards by her tummy, the inestimable contents of her belly moving around inside her with a noisy *GGGLLLOOOOOOOSSHHH!*
"Such a crude girl!" she tittered with her fingers over her lips when her sloshing had subsided, "I do apologise, Edmund!"
"Quite alright, my dear," he smiled, "You will forgive me if I take my leave now; I have enjoyed your company this evening. And you should find a taxi awaiting your exit."
"Call me soon, sweetie!" Lalia grinned eagerly, "I do so enjoy our little... *URRRPP!* 'dinner dates',"
"I will endeavour to do so," he told her, taking her hand and immaculately kissing her knuckle, "Do excuse my haste,"
"Think nothing of it. It's not pretty from this point on, really," Lalia laughed loudly, glancing down to her expansive belly and giving it a reassuring pat, "I wouldn't want to offend your sensibilities,"
"And you also must think nothing of it, my dear," he smiled again, making to leave, "I look forward to our next meeting, Lalia. Goodbye,"
Adjusting his cufflinks, Edmund quietly made off, threading his way through the network of vacant tables to the empty restaurants' door, exiting gracefully and disappearing into the evening's gloom,
"Ooooooooffff!" Lalia puffed as soon as the door closed, leaning heavily on the table next to her with her right forearm, "I thought he'd never leave, this thing weighs a ton!"
The waiter busied himself several tables away as Lalia addressed nobody in particular,
"I mean, he saw me eat all that, what does he think this thing's full of? Air?" she rambled, clutching her bloated belly with her free hand, "Man, what a cargo!"
She picked at the shredded vestiges of her dress, covering her sizable black-and-pink designed bra with what remained of the garment her gigantic, gurgling gut had destroyed,
"I end up naked in public more times than I've dreamt of it," Lalia considered as she tried in vain to conceal her expansive chest and the waiters tried in vain to ignore her, "Is it worrying that it's starting to seem normal?"
Clutching the small of her back with both hands, she knew that she had overindulged even by her own excessive standards; her gigantic size and inestimable weight was definitely not normal. Lalia's belly had carried some crushingly heavy loads in its time, but tonight truly was unprecedented,
"Oohhhhhhh man this thing needs some sorta belly bra!" Lalia groaned as she considered moving her bumper gut alone may well be impossible even for her, but then started as a thought suddenly sprung to mind,
"Hey sport, mind if I borrow this tablecloth?" she yelled towards the harried waiter,
"I... I guess not," he sighed after a pause as his colleagues left him to answer, conscious that the manager would probably never accept the outlandish story of how one of the very expensive tablecloths went missing from his restaurant. Lalia meanwhile had already whipped the extensive sheet from the tabletop and was busy passing it beneath her bulging, burbling gut, gathering together an opposing corner in each hand. The front-of-house team watched with barely-disguised interest as Lalia constructed what appeared to be a hammock from the cloth around her tummy and proceeded to tie the two corners into a knot around the back of her neck, winching her groaning, bulging belly higher on her frame in the process,
"Success!" Lalia shouted over to the waiters, who looked on in amazement as she now attempted to move her distended body for the first time, lifting her leaden belly from the floor with some difficulty. The usually unflappable Lalia, more than accustomed to carrying loads far surpassing her body weight in her voluminous gut, quaked with effort in trying to move her bloated body,
"Hhnnnnggghhh I am ready to blow!" she grunted, slowly staggering under her own immense weight and turning towards the door, "This is gonna take some shifting!"
This sent some of the more nervous waiters of the team scrambling for the exit, as Lalia laboriously made her departure, step by laden step. Her tiny-seeming body quivered and her substantial boobs wobbled as the jam-packed redhead lurched slowly past tables that her inflated gut dwarfed entirely. The considerable contents of Lalia's stomach shifted inside her, sloshing loudly as her elastic skin rippled and stretched to accommodate it whilst her tummy gurgled and grumbled thunderously. Three gigantic meals undulated inside Lalia's bulging belly as she stumbled weightily through the empty restaurant towards a door which from several metres away she seriously doubted would admit her vastly swollen figure,
'Ooohhhhh please let me fit through!' Lalia begged in her mind, 'I am so not up for wrestling this thing through a doorframe tonight,'
Despite her massive encumbrance, Lalia spotted as she waddled closer to the exit, it was wide enough for even her overloaded gut to pass through,
'Wow, there's a challenge for the future; an all-day stuffing and I can still fit through here! Edmund will have to bring me back for a forced lock-in,' she stifled a grin at the mere thought, before breaking into a broad grin as she spotted a familiar, pale-looking face,
"G'night, sport! No hard feelings!" she cheekily waved, hauling her burdened belly past her waiter, appearing on the verge of a nervous breakdown, unable to even politely reply, "But I totally pwned this place!"

Lalia's belly left the restaurant long before she did, emerging into the cool, dewy night metres before her boobs and finally the rest of her scantily-clad body. True to Edmund's word, a taxi waited by the kerb directly over the pavement; she couldn't suppress the smile that spread across her lips upon seeing the vivid, yolky yellow painted vehicle,
"Ohhh thank God that's waiting for me!" she rejoiced barely beneath her breath as she sloshed her way to the taxi and opened the rear door, "This piggy is stuffed!"
But sizing up the tiny-seeming aperture she would have to clamber through to enter the vehicle, the overfilled teen despaired,
"Agh! No way that's fitting through there!" Lalia groaned as her belly completely filled the taxi's doorway and spilled over the edges, "Time for 'plan B'!"
It seemed she would have to wrestle with her bulky belly after all, turning around and backing into the car, her bottom touching the seat as she shuffled backwards, hauling the slimmer sections of her swollen midriff into the cab first. Dragging herself across the back seat, her tummy's skin squeaked along the edges the of the door, her belly growing gradually more voluminous as it ballooned outwards, and passing with increasing difficulty with every inch towed through the gap,
"Nnnnnnnnnnngggghh!" Lalia grimaced as the fattest part of her gluttonous belly wedged, refusing to traverse the car's rear door, "Jammed!"
She heaved backwards with her hands on the seats to coax her overfed gut towards her, eventually planting her feet on either side of the doorway and using her legs to cram her immense belly into the taxi,
"Huurrrrgghhh! Come... on... belly!" she encouraged as her overworked stomach gurgled at both its massive load and improbable predicament, "Come onnn! Not... that... fat... squeeeeeeeeeeeze!"
Suddenly the blockage gave way and Lalia tumbled backwards onto the taxi's back seat, followed quickly by her brimming belly,
"Whooooaaa! *BBLLLLUUUUUUURRRBBLLLLE!*" her tummy glooped and gurgled as Lalia's elastic skin reverberated in wobbling shockwaves,
"UUNNFFFF!" she moaned as her belly bounced against the cab's upholstery with a *BLLUBB, BBLLLB, BBBLLB!*, its capacious interior resounding with the sloshing echoes of Lalia's three titanic meals,
"Oooohhhhh man, I am filling up the back of this taxi!" she admired, her belly overflowing from the seat she sat on with its edges pressing up against both front seats, "What a gut! Seriously, this is epic!"
Leaning over to slam the car's door, she contentedly felt the enormous load sitting in her gut bubbling, bobbing her burgeoned midriff up and down,
"*UUUURRRRRPPP!* Woo! Guess that would've made it less of a tight squeeze on the way in!" she smiled. She turned to the cabbie, whose widened eyes she could see in the taxi's rear view mirror,
"That's OK pal, you just take it easy!" Lalia addressed the amazed driver, who turned to stare incomprehensibly at the immense redhead's crammed gut and its overwhelming presence in the cab, "And move the seat forwards willya, I need some legroom... well, bellyroom!"
"Ah... yeah... sorry!" the driver stammered, his seat rolling forwards to ease the pressure on Lalia's bloated belly, "So... so... where to?"
"Ahhhhh!" Lalia sighed as her stomach unfurled even further forwards, "Well funny you should ask that, chief, 'cos there's a Benjamin in it for you if you indulge me for a few minutes..."

"So yeah, all in all it was a fun evening!" concluded Lalia's voice over the telephone, "Perfect end to a perfect day!"
"Lalia, I dread to think what kind of a state I'll find you in when I get home," Jane sighed, trudging intentionally slowly through the dark night on her way back to the house she shared with her voracious friend. She was inwardly glad that Lalia had at least managed to make her own way home, and wouldn't need Jane to pick her fully-loaded flatmate up,
"Don't dread it, embrace it!" Lalia's crackling voice cheered, "I might've beaten my personal best!"
Jane shook her head unenthusiastically,
"The cereal promotion incident? Mom's thanksgiving dinner?"
There was a moments' pause in which Jane swore she heard Lalia's stifled laughter,
"Oh Janey, you don't know the half of it!" she finally admitted. Jane's heart sank as she told Lalia she would see her shortly and hung up before hearing any other ominous portends. Taking a longcut home, she entered the house several minutes later with trepidation, to find the front door closed but unlocked and the interior in darkness. Jane backed into the door to close it, turning to secure the deadlock and threading the chain into its bracket and listening to the house's uncharacteristic silence. All at once, she was aware of a presence in the lounge to her left; she crept slowly through the archway into the room and reached out to flick on the table lamp,
"Lalia, is that you? You're the size of a bouncy castle!" Jane screeched,
"*OYYUUUUURRRRPP!* I don't quite know how to take that, Jane, is that you coming onto me?" a gassy Lalia teased, collapsed on the rug in front of the settee,
"I'm serious Lalia you look like a blob!" Jane gawked,
"Now come on Jane, that could be misconstrued as an insult, you're sending me mixed messages here," the giantess joked as Jane hesitantly followed the trail of destruction to where Lalia had plonked herself. The sequence of events was clearly evident to Jane; the laden Lalia had tottered in through the door and veered right into the room, her vast belly pushing furniture including the displaced sofa asunder until, overcome with her own overwhelming weight, she had flopped to the ground,
"Seriously though Jane, I'm worried!" Lalia suddenly reported as Jane approached,
"What d'you mean?" Jane replied, her blood running cold as the bursting-looking young girl in front of her seemed to become solemn, "Have you finally hurt yourself?"
"No... I... I..." Lalia stammered, "Well... put it this way... have you ever eaten so much you arrived home and thought, 'I don't think the stairs will withstand my weight'?"
"Lalia!" Jane shouted, trying to disguise a smile as Lalia grinned victoriously whilst she continued to boast,
"I just... I don't know if my bed will hold it together with all this on top of it!" she laughed heartly, both hands stroking the slick surface of her belly skin, "I was thinking of sleeping on the sofa... just letting it, like, flop onto the floor, y'know? Letting it all hang out!"
"Lalia, I could literally use you as a sofa," Jane's face finally cracked into a smile,
"Assa spirit, Jane, you're more than welcome to snuggle up, I haven't eaten much in the way of pointy things!"
Jane sniggered quietly to herself, finally seeing the funny side of Lalia's antics and, as had been suggested, embracing her flatmate's sense of living for the moment,
"Checkitout, Jane," Lalia suddenly grinned broadly, whipping a lengthy printout of old-fashioned looking dot matrix feed paper from somewhere behind her, "I got the cab driver to swing by the weigh bridge on the way home!"
"Lalia you didn't!" Jane gasped as she took the reel from her friend and studying the faded figures,
"Sure did!" Lalia grinned, "The handbook said the taxi weighed 1,800 kg's on its own, check out how much it weighed with this motherstuffer inside!" she encouraged, jiggling her mammoth belly with both hands and reclining onto the couch seat with her elbow. Jane finally grasped the list of numbers below her and identified the pertinent figure,
"2,108 kg?" Jane spluttered, "Lalia was the driver still in the car with you?"
"Haha! Nope! Made him get out!" Lalia smirked satiatedly,
"Lalia... you... you've..."
"...put on weight?"
"Trebled your weight!" Jane shrieked, "I'm not surprised you could barely fit into the taxi!"
"Ahhhhh, yup, I'm a trooper," Lalia yawned and stretched, rubbing her bulging tummy lethargically,
"So, you're planning on losing all this weight how, exactly?" Jane returned to practicalities,
"Lose it? I was gonna maintain it, hire myself out for kids' parties!" Lalia laughed, "So d'you wanna bounce on me or what? No shoes allowed!"
Jane sighed, shaking her head as she flumped down above Lalia on the couch seat next to her and propped her satchel to the side of the furniture, handing the weigh bridge printout back to her paralysed housemate,
"Lalia you're too much," she tutted, "You went on three dates and stuffed yourself silly at all of them,"
"I know!" came the reply from below her,
"You've eaten 200 kilos of food," Jane continued,
"Guilty!" Lalia chimed,
"You're... unbelievable,"
"Awww shucks, thanks Jane!" Lalia beamed, swivelling to face her friend. Jane smiled despite shaking her head, changing the subject,
"How was Trevor?"
"Trevor? Trevor was... terrified, I think," Lalia giggled, "You two would make such a cute couple! You both give my belly the same look; the whole 'Shouldn't get too close incase that thing detonates' thing!"
Jane blushed, both upon hearing Lalia's matchmaking designs on her and realising she was subconsciously leaning slightly away from the towering tummy blanketing the floor before her,
"And how was your mysterious benefactor?" Jane continued,
"Ohhhhhh he was great, his largess knows no bounds! He benefitted the heck outta me! I benefitted 'til I couldn't benefit any more!" Lalia groaned,
"So you've finally had your fill?" teased Jane,
"What is with you people? 'Full' is just not a word in my vocabulary! The only reason I didn't stop for a burger on the way home is 'cos I couldn't haul my..." Lalia suddenly started, propping herself up on both elbows, "Ahhhh crap! The 24-hour drive-thru! I coulda got the cab driver to..."
"Not like you to not think of an opportunity for food!" Jane smirked, "You sure you haven't had your fill for one night?"
"Ha, ha!" Lalia snorted sarcastically, "Say, gimme a hand with the ol' girl, call a taxi and I'll go get us a midnight snack!" she plotted, trying to lift herself with the aid of the furniture at her back,
"Oh, no way Lalia!" Jane moaned,
"Humph!" she grunted, "Not even up for raiding the kitchen?"
"Lalia, you look ready to split open!"
"Hey! I'm right here!" Lalia gasped, mock-offended, before smiling mischievously, "You're not up for an eating contest? I've given you a heck of a head start!" she gestured downwards at her belly with her chin,
"No!"
"Awwwww, man..." Lalia whined, pouting her bottom lip, "Can you at least help me heave my fat ass onto the couch for the night?"
"Ohhhh, when I'm feeling stronger, Lalia," Jane grumbled, "And when I've got over the shock of seeing you at full stretch,"
"Full stretch?" Lalia repeated, "This is a personal best," she stated, slapping her gut which bounced and rebounded in response, "This is nowhere near full stretch,"
"What does it feel like, Lalia?" the inquisitive Jane suddenly enquired,
"Heavy! *BOOOYYYUUUUURRRRPP!* Man, I am drunk off of how big I am!"Lalia smiled blissfully, "How soft and jiggly and squishy and... oooohhhhh sloshy I am! *HICC!* Uuuuuhhh give me a wobble and feel that surge!" she seized her belly with both arms and shook its bulky entirety assertively hard, triggering a loud, "*BBBBLLLLOOOOOOMMMPPHH!* I love the thought and the feeling of having all that inside me..." she stopped and fixed Jane with a playful stare, winking, "Kinda Freudian, ain't it?"
"Sort of... weird that you get your, er... sexual kicks from being the size of a house," the sweating Jane offered,
"Oh Jane, I think I'd actually get turned on if you jumped on me like a bouncy castle, you should probably keep away for the good of our relationship," Lalia smiled lustily, "What time is it?"
"Gone twelve," Jane quickly, nervously replied,
"Past your bed time, little one," the enormous Lalia told her lightly-built counterpart to a confused look from Jane, to which she immediately confessed, "It's for your own good, I'm gonna have to get rid of this bra soon and let the ta-ta's swing free,"
"Lalia I've seen you topless more times than I've seen myself," Jane shook her head, as a succession of images flashed through her head, all of Lalia's mighty attributes spilling from an overstretched garment her belly had forced its way out of milliseconds before,
"I don't think you're ready for this jelly," Lalia grinned, her vast, wobbling belly dominating the room from its location on the floor,
"Fine," Jane conceded, "I'll help you onto the couch then you can bust out all you want,"
"You're the best, Janey," Lalia smiled appreciatively towards her friend, who slowly roused herself from the settee and prepared to hoist her fattened flatmate onto the furniture. The corpulent, stranded glutton looked up at her curiously,
"Say, you ever seen The Hunger Games?"
"Sure,"
"Gimme a potted history, seems like the sorta thing I'd be into if only I gave it my full attention,"