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Jeff and Lisa were overjoyed when they found out Lisa was pregnant. Finally the baby they had tried to conceive for so long was on its way and their family would be complete. The months whisked by blissfully, from scan to scan as the nursery Jeff was working on changed from workshop to baby room and Lisa blossomed into her third trimester. All of her friends commented upon how glowingly healthy she looked, and as she took maternity leave from the office, she was feeling relaxed about the birth, just a few weeks away,
“I can’t believe how you’ve breezed through your first pregnancy so far,” Lisa’s friend Naomi commented as they met for coffee one afternoon, Lisa sipping a fruit juice as she stayed off the caffeine,
“Well there’s still like a month to go, don’t jinx me,” she chuckled,
“Yeah but Lis, no morning sickness, no stretchmarks,” Naomi listed, “Have you had any weird cravings?”
“Only ice cream so far, and I don’t think you’d exactly call that weird,” Lisa smiled,
“Hey, I read something about a pregnant woman craving dirt once,” Naomi gossiped, “Honest-to-God dirt,”
“Well I guess I count myself lucky,”
She could never be sure, but in hindsight something changed in Lisa after those words were spoken; something lurched in the pit of her stomach which she thought at the time was a baby kick. But it may have been something a lot more instinctive and a lot more insidious, almost as if a silent voice worked its way into her mind in that moment.

Lisa decided to take her groceries home soon after, accepting a ride in her friend’s SUV to the fashionable part of town she lived in. She waved as Naomi drove off and carried a lightly-packed jute bag in each hand towards her destination. Her apartment building was a quaint structure dating from the thirties, a small, independent coffee shop occupying the ground floor and the three above each housing two apartments. She smiled to the cafe’s quirky young female owner through its window, all messy blonde dreadlocks and facial piercings, before opening the communal front door. Making her way up the stairs and opening her own front door to an empty house, Lisa left her bags on the kitchen table; there was nothing in them to thaw or spoil immediately. Deciding to sit down for a few moments before carrying on with her chores, Lisa settled down onto the couch and propped her feet on the footstool in front of her, untying her laces and taking off her shoes one by one. She stretched her legs inside her blue bootcut maternity jeans and wiggled her toes, still easily visible beyond the cute, compact baby bump sprouting from her midriff and covered with a comfortable plaid blouse. She sighed contentedly. Jeff would be home soon, but for now there was just silence. Until Lisa’s stomach growled, and she passed her hand over her bump,
“Guess I’ll make myself a snack,” she said aloud, simultaneously recognizing that as odd; she never usually talked to herself. Wandering into the kitchen and making herself a cheese and pickle sandwich, Lisa washed the utensils in the sink, picked up the plate and walked back to the living room. She sat down on the couch and munched through the sandwich with the plate balanced on her lap. Soon afterwards, she took the plate back into the kitchen, but standing at the sink to wash it, she realized she was still hungry. Lisa glanced at the fridge,
“What the hey, I’ll treat myself,” she giggled out loud, quickly making another sandwich just like her last, leaving the implements used on the kitchen worktop. No sooner had Lisa sat down in the living room than she demolished the snack in a few quick, large, hungry bites and found herself back in front of the chopping board picking up the knife to make a third. This she ate straight away off the board; she was starving. She made and ate another. And another. She simply wasn’t feeling any less hungry than before. In fact, Lisa thought, she was feeling more and more ravenous with each sandwich she consumed,
“What’s wrong with me?” she shakily questioned, having finished an entire loaf of bread and still feeling hungry. Lisa glanced about to make sure she couldn’t be seen by an overlooking neighbor, furtively picked up the half-block of remaining cheese and, quite sure she was alone, sunk her teeth straight into it. Almost instantly she had eaten the whole thing. Quickly she picked up the jar of pickles and upended it into her mouth, drinking the vinegar and barely chewing the pickles as she swallowed. Brine-faced, she next seized the tub of butter she had used to make her sandwich and scooped great wads of the spread out with her bare hands and devoured it. Lisa was eating without rhyme or reason, not even constructing recognizable things anymore and eating raw ingredients. Soon the whole packet of butter was gone. Lisa leaned back against the counter, her hands clinging to its edge, trying to get a grip of herself as she panted heavily, her solid baby bump rising and falling in front of her beneath her clothing,
“Okay... okay... come on, Lisa... that was weird but you’re...” she clenched her fingers around the counter more and more tightly as her arms and hands trembled. She felt totally empty inside, as if a black hole had opened up in her midriff. She felt hollow. She felt bottomless. And, above all, she felt hungry. Insanely, intensely hungry. Voraciously hungry. Her stomach gurgled and shifted uncomfortably,
“Uuuuuurrrggh!” Lisa moaned as her hunger pangs seized her entirely and her head suddenly felt as if her mind was telling her, demanding she resume eating. She wrapped her arms around her bump, cradling it as again her insides burbled ravenously,
“Unngh! N-no!” she pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut but finding she was almost automatically moving across the kitchen. Her shaking hands uncoiled from around her tummy and opened the refrigerator,
“Mmmmhh! Don’t-” but before she could speak any further, more food was being rammed frantically into her mouth as if her arms were no longer under her control. Lisa grabbed handful after handful of the fridge’s contents and gulped it down, beginning with more palatable items such as leftover meals, vegetables and milk but moving onto raw or inedible foodstuffs. With barely a thought in her mind other than the hunger seizing her body, Lisa had quickly exhausted the food supply and moved elsewhere. She ripped open the freezer, beginning with the edible contents such as ice cream, but soon found herself frantically gulping down a bag of ice cubes. Before too long, frozen vegetables were clinking their way down her throat, their chilly points no match for Lisa’s insatiable appetite. Finally, with supplies in the freezer dwindling, she took out frozen leftovers, fish fillets and cuts of meat and smashing them into pieces on the counter before gobbling up the scattered chunks. She ate things that disgusted her; raw chicken, stock cubes and uncooked herbs. She ate swedes, peppers and potatoes as if they were apples. She swallowed avocados almost whole, stone and all. She chomped down garlic and chilis and onions as if they were as mild as pears. She scooped out pickles, relishes and sauces from their jars with her fingers and smeared them onto her tongue, before discarding the spotless containers. Rifling through the cupboards, she became frustrated and angry at the process of having to smash open tins and soon had degenerated into growling animalistically and she pounded the cans on the counter and feasted on their contents. And the more she ate the more she felt consumed by it, the more she felt her mind unraveling, until the primal pursuit of food was her only thought. Her hands were soon caked in food, battered and bruised from scrabbling at packets and packages, her nails haggard and broken and her gnarled fingers cramped and sticky. Lisa didn’t register this at all, nor did she feel the shards of smashed glass sticking into her bare feet from the smashed jars strewn across the floor as she moved around the kitchen. Her stomach swelled grotesquely as Lisa hungrily shoved anything she could lay her hands to down her throat, the room’s food supply dwindling as she gorged on flour, rice and dried pasta. Her jaw and throat ached with the strain of consuming the enormous amount of food so quickly and chaotically being gulped into the distended tummy that bulged outwards from Lisa’s abdomen. Strained buttons on her blouse popped apart and her now massive gut ballooned outwards, pushing down the elasticated waistband of her jeans and revealing veins which throbbed and pulsated on her expansive belly. Her protruding stomach gurgled at the vast and bizarre meal being piled into it, but Lisa barely noticed as she looked frantically around the bare kitchen, searching for more food.

Just then Jeff entered the room, dazedly looking about and seeing the scene of devastation, looking disbelievingly at the unrecognizable figure of his wife, bloated, filthy and gibbering almost schizophrenically as she rifled through the debris and bare cupboards in search of any remaining scraps. He dropped his briefcase from a limp hand, the fattened form of Lisa not reacting to the sudden noise or his presence at all. Jeff gazed disbelievingly from the ballooning belly of his partner to the bloodstained, glass-strewn kitchen floor,
“Lisa, what are you doing?! I’m calling the doctor,” he murmured in shock,
“NO!”
*FWOOOMPH!* *DONNNGG!* *KRRUUUMMPPHH!*
Lisa swung a saucepan at her husband’s head, knocking him unconscious with incredible ease. He crumpled to the floor like a scarecrow. Her strength was unbelievable, as was her rage; she was never quick with her temper, and yet she had just knocked Jeff out with one blow. Her ravenous eyes fell on his motionless body, her mind humming with unspeakable thoughts,
“No! No, no, no, no, no!” she screamed, turning her eyes from Jeff’s unconscious form and racing out of the apartment, “More food! Got to get more food!”
Her bloated stomach bobbled and sloshed as she ran through the communal passageway and descended the staircase, its stuffed rotundity heaving up and down on her otherwise slim figure. Lisa piled into the cafe downstairs screaming and raving, sending the patrons scattering as she gulped down bags of coffee beans on the way to the cake counter, which she made short work of, her belly swelling uncontrollably and rumbling fiercely as the baked goodies were stuffed into it. By now her utterly shocked stomach was waking up and protesting loudly at the continuing avalanche of food being piled furiously into it. Lisa tore open fridges below the bar, glugging down gallons of milk used to make the cafe’s drinks as the proprietor backed away quietly and finally made a dash out of the back door. As the light from the rear entrance shone through the shop, Lisa looked up to see the stock room and smiled madly, baring her chocolate-coated teeth as she loped into the storeroom and tore into countless catering-sized boxes of confectionery and masses of other ingredients. As she chomped down her mammoth, endless meal, Lisa’s stomach churned dangerously, her shrieking skin stretched increasingly painfully tight over it. Punching her grazed, reddened fists through the front of cardboard boxes and disgorging their contents, several more buttons pinged from Lisa’s food-stained blouse, revealing further inches of her uncontrollable gut as it developed. Her pregnancy was almost completely forgotten and utterly dwarfed by her stacked belly as it grew by the second, more and more food flowing into it as Lisa ate without pause. Despite her feeding frenzy, she systematically decimated the stockroom until there wasn’t a single unexploited promise of a mouthful,
“I’m soooo goddamn hungryyyyy!” she roared, despite her belly bulging over a meter from her body, packed rock solid with its extensive load as she staggered from the storeroom across the cafe floor, sending the curious onlookers peeking through its front window scattering.

She looked up and down the boulevard for her next destination, passers by across the street stopping and staring at the bizarre spectacle of a huge-bellied woman panting and glaring with feral eyes. Lisa snarled as she spotted the supermarket, thinking of the frustration and inconvenience of all the cans and packaging; far more preferable was the greengrocers, which she now made her way towards. Everything in the store was edible, and although the employees at first protested at the strange woman gobbling up their produce, they quickly knew something was very wrong with her and ushered everyone out of the front door as soon as possible. Her belly grew insatiably, its size and weight bearing down on Lisa’s clothing, swelling out of the stretchy waistband of her maternity pants and popping the buttons off the front, all of which she failed to notice in the least. Her exposed navel, shallow and inconspicuous during pregnancy, now protruded in a vulgar, mocking outey from the front of her wobbling gut. She shoveled fruit and vegetables into her mouth at an alarming rate, not peeling anything and consuming everything in sight regardless of how it tasted. Even if she did still taste anything, which was doubtful as flavor appeared completely irrelevant to her, she swallowed every mouthful so quickly and with so little chewing that her tongue barely had time to register. She tore through the vast supply of apples, peaches and pears, even eating their cores, stones and stalks and barely stopping to dispose of any packaging they came in. She ate bananas, oranges and onions in their skins, and took massive chunks of butternut squash flesh out of their bulbs with her teeth, quickly consuming them in few mouthfuls. Her belly burbled and murmured explosively now with every mouthful that Lisa heedlessly choked down to further overfill her bulging gut as she swallowed entire bushels of tomatoes whole and tipped vast crates of mushrooms down her throat without chewing. The raw produce rattled into her swelling tummy, the rumbling generated by her blobsome belly mesmerizing and terrifying as Lisa mindlessly stuffed herself far beyond reasonable capacity.

The greengrocers’ added meters to Lisa’s incredible girth, her trembling blouse holding on by one trembling button over her disproportionately small bust as her belly wallowed outwards massively and ballooned down below knee level in its arcing curve back towards her petite frame. With astounding strength, Lisa hauled her blimp-like body outside and set off towards a restaurant several doors down the street, by now the only populated building on the block. At first confused customers backed off and stared in a bewildered manner as the bloated eater burst into the upmarket establishment, but soon the rush was on to vacate the restaurant as the crazed eater threw herself at the food on offer. Lisa waddled from table to table, gorging herself on the abandoned meals which she finished in just a mouthful or two. She rushed into the restaurant’s kitchen, eating first the prepared meals then their component ingredients as the staff ran in a blind panic out of the back door. She made short work of the food on offer here,
“Grraaaaah! M-more! Dammit, more!” Lisa snarled frustratedly at what she thought to be meager pickings as she drained a scalding pan of gravy and dropped the two-handled pot with a loud clang. Angered and still ravenous, Lisa exited the bistro stuffing her face with handfuls of pie, before baring her stained teeth as she spotted a fast food restaurant and swiftly barreled inside. Her skin squeaked like a balloon nearing the limit of its capacity as she ran, her bulging gut heaving and sloshing as she shifted its pendulous mass awkwardly. The building was already vacated of people who had left in a hurry at the reports of someone on a rampage eating everything in sight. Lisa licked her lips, coated in the food she had stuffed haphazardly into her face, as she eyed the kitchen area and grabbed fistfuls of fries and burgers from tables en route there. She vaulted heavily over the counter, scooting between the cash registers on her side and squishing her stuffed belly into the hard surface in the process,
“*BWAAAAAAARRP!*” she belched as her hazardously overfull stomach desperately sent a burp up her throat in an attempt to ease some of the pressure from her gigantic, growling gut. It was a fearsome belly made positively frightening with its anguished groaning. But she continued to stuff it remorselessly despite its protests increasing in volume as Lisa herself increased in volume, her gut ballooning from her body by five or six quivering feet when she began piling burgers and patties and fries into it. She was absolutely immense, teeming with food, and had no intentions of halting any time soon.

The portions on offer there ballooned Lisa to a vast new size, and as the first police squad car arrived, the officers peered inside to see her mouth positioned under the milkshake machine, which was on full power and squirting the drink straight down Lisa’s throat as her belly swelled over the counter some three or four meters in front of her. The cops kept a distance as a naked Lisa eventually came staggering out a few minutes later, swiping deserted meals from tables as she went and stuffing them into her face as she exited the building. Crouched behind their squad cars with guns drawn at the reports of a crazed woman on the loose, the police gawked incomprehensively as the titanic, food-smeared form of Lisa stumbled and lurched from the building. Her giant belly wallowed and deformed against the doorframe as it bulged into the too-small gap and she had to push it through the doorway. She was becoming lethargic with her own enormous size and weight now, chewing wearily and swallowing with difficulty to pack every extra mouthful into her utterly full tum. Both Lisa and her belly groaned deeply with incredible fullness. The burger place had stuffed her comprehensively, and Lisa was finding it harder and harder to even move her mountainous gut. She wedged another quarter-pounder into her maw, and then looked to her left hand at the last morsel she carried and stuff crammed that in also, her belly letting out a stifled groan as it accepted this final scrap. Lisa gasped; she felt absolutely stuffed. Her back ached and her hips burned. Her skin screamed, feeling ready to unravel at any moment. She was as big as a car and probably just as heavy as she set her colossal belly down in the middle of the street, cracking the pavement beneath it with an echoing *DUUMMMMPPHH!*

No longer able to move and therefore incapable of gathering any more food, Lisa desperately suckled at her grimy fingers, gradually regaining a degree of rational thought. Her hunger diminished for the first time as it was replaced by the overwhelming sensation of complete and utter fullness. The pain in her belly was searing. Her skin ached; she was so fat, so huge and stretched to the limit. Tears welled in her eyes as her belly shuddered, a rumble passing through her body like an earthquake which threatened to rip Lisa open like a blossoming flower. Her mouth moistened biliously as a belch passed through her,
“*BBBBWWUUUURRRPPPP!* Uuuuuuuggh!” Lisa groaned as her stomach spasmed and creaked with replete fullness whilst her skin barely contained her rotundity. She gasped for air in her utterly full body, a satiated burp chasing each exhalation up her throat, which she responded to with a groan as unwelcome sensations gradually overcame her, leaving her in discomfort and pain. Lisa was far too big, she now realized as if waking from a trance; she could feel the fibers of her belly pinging and ripping gradually apart,
“Ooohhhhhh!” she wailed as the stretchmarks she had dodged during pregnancy now danced and reeled across her reddened skin, whilst blemishes of purple and blue broken blood vessels covered her quivering gut as her skin was stretched far beyond its ability to cope,
‘What have I done?’ Lisa asked herself, wincing as her belly throbbed and lurched, her overloaded stomach churning its plentiful contents futilely. Lisa tried unsuccessfully to stifle her latest nauseous belch as her mind flooded with the alarming feelings coursing through her comprehensively stuffed tummy. Unseen to Lisa, she could feel her distant, bruised belly button was ready to pop off with unprecedented pressure. She gingerly grasped at her stretched, tortured tummy which was now far beyond her means to comfort or nurse, simultaneously wishing to reach and hoping nothing touched her throbbing navel.

Lisa looked and sounded ready to explode as her gigantic girth creaked and she felt the latest unsettling gurgle bubble up from somewhere incomprehensibly deep inside her stuffed gut. She could only grimace and pray she didn’t explode as a terrible, desperate rumble issued thunderously from within her cavernous belly, as her insides shuddered with pressure and her outsides creaked with strain,
“Nnnnnnnggggghh!” Lisa whimpered with strain, whilst those brave enough to approach within earshot of the now-immobile eater all shared the same thought,
‘Another rumble like that could tear her belly open,’
To the assembled crowd, Lisa barely looked human, and she felt inhumanly full. The pressure inside her was unbelievable, forcing her to pant short, shallow breaths as even the tiny expansion of breathing felt as if it were enough to rupture her critically stuffed body. Her bursting gut again gurgled, threatening to split her in two as Lisa cried out in pain, her trembling belly churning uncomfortably as she tried in vain to shift its gorged mass. The front line of onlookers hesitantly creeping ever closer towards her flinched backwards momentarily, watching warily as Lisa clutched uselessly at her immovable vastness, her unyielding flesh stretched severely stiff beneath her tentative touch. If she could just move slightly, Lisa thought, into a more comfortable position, then she wouldn’t feel so dangerously ready to blow apart,
“Uuuugh... Uuuugghhh... Urrrggh...” she grunted, unable to speak she was so mindblowingly full. Her abnormal load shuddered her stomach as her meager skin quivered, barely able to contain Lisa’s gigantic mass. Lisa reasoned in her food-clouded judgement that she had managed to waddle out of the burger place whilst stuffed way beyond capacity somehow, so she could surely move just an inch now, bracing her hips as she thought this in an effort to shift her vast belly,
‘If... I can... just... budge... a little... I could...’ she begged inwardly, before some monster stirred within her again, ‘...Eat more!’
“Ugh! Please! Bring me something to eat!” she found herself calling inexplicably, despite already being a critical mass of food, and those congregating in a large circumference around her looked to one another with alarmed glances,
‘Why did you say that?!’ she asked herself, ‘You don’t need any more! You can’t have any more! You can’t hold any more!’

“Unnngh!” Lisa groaned as a seismic rumble shuddered her very structure a couple of hours later, her swollen form having not subsided in the least. With her sanity unraveling at her bulging girth’s sheer size still creaking as it slowly split her skin agonizingly, the authorities were eventually forced to gently load her bursting bulk into a large truck to be taken away and institutionalized, should she survive her unprecedented, suicidal binge. As the doors swung finally closed, the gathered crowd heard her plaintive cry,
“Ooohhhh I can’t help it! It’s the cravings! The cravings, goddamnit!”