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"Here's your pancakes, Holly. I slathered all eight of them with syrup. You know, the way you oh-so DESPERATELY needed them to be."

Lauren's voice dripped with bitter sarcasm as she set the towering plate of pancakes on the coffee table, knowing that her redheaded friend was far too invested with her 1v1 duel on For Honor. After spending almost half an hour slaving over a griddle at her own house to make her friend breakfast, she was finally ready to collapse on the couch.

As her slightly softer rear hit the crumb-covered cushions, Lauren's stomach swayed with the motion, forcing out a *GRRRRRROOOOOWWRRRLLL* so loud and sudden that it actually caused Holly to turn her head.

"Crap, Lauren, you broke my concentration!" the redhead whined, scratching her exposed navel as her Orochi was stabbed brutally in the torso. "I was just about to smack-talk this little spammer..."

Lauren huffed. "Oh, did I ruin your fun? The fun involving MY game on MY Xbox at MY house, while I was so busy making YOUR pancakes?" She crossed her arms and sniffed angrily. Maybe it was just the small amount of weight she had gained practically overnight since their intense sleepover snacking session, but the brunette was not in the mood to keep putting up with Holly's laziness and continue to be her housemaid.

Holly set the controller down beside her and grabbed the stack of pancakes, peeling the top one off and taking a bite out of it as a glob of sticky maple syrup dribbled onto her stretched-out pajama top. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was just REALLY into that game. I had a 3-0 streak going!"

"3-0?" At that, Lauren smirked. "Oh, please. My record is 8-0."

"I know! I was trying so hard to beat it," Holly spoke through stuffed cheeks.

As the game reverted to an inactive screen, Lauren's eyes scanned the surrounding details of her living room. There seemed to be a brand-new article of trash within every foot. Crumbs and empty wrappers surrounded the feet of the chairs and couch; soda cans and bottles lined the edge of the coffee table. Just looking at all the trash she and her friend had created made her feel more like an unhealthy slob than she already was.

Her body was certainly not helping. Though her shirt covered her stomach, Lauren could definitely feel the unfamiliar sensation of small flab rolls bunching up as she sat, with beads of sweat forming in between the crevasses. Her ratty hair and stained pajamas signaled an urgent need for a shower.

While Lauren was lost in self-reflecting thought, Holly had just finished clawing through two of the sticky pancakes. Holding the plate with one hand, she extended her other to the uncovered segment of her lower belly and began to rub. The orb-like shape her stomach had adopted didn't seem to faze her; instead, she was almost fond of it.

"Dammit, Lauren, why do you always have to make such good pancakes?" she moaned.

Lauren just laughed in response. "You're welcome, I guess."

Holly set the plate of pancakes back down on the coffee table and licked her syrup-plastered lips. "No, seriously, they're amazing. They just make me wanna - "

She cut herself off mid-sentence to lean over to her friend's shoulder and eject a built-up wave of gas.

*BHHHHOOOOOOOOOOORRRRPP!*

Lauren covered her nose with her shirt and gagged, pushing her friend away. "God, Holly, that's disgusting!"

Holly grinned. "Betcha you're just jealous."

"I am NOT jealous of your ability to produce such gross noises!"

Satisfied that she had successfully ticked off her friend once more, Holly leaned back against the couch and put both hands on her bloated gut. "You totally are, Lauren! You're totally green with envy because you know for a FACT you can't do better!"

"Ugh, you know what?"

Lauren shot promptly up to her feet and removed her nose from her shirt's collar, glaring down at her friend.

"I'm already a fatass at this point," she declared, "so I might as well be a better fatass than you."

As Lauren marched towards the kitchen, her redheaded friend continued to jeer at her. "Yeah, you won't be talking about your For Honor win streak when you completely fail at this! *UUUUUUUURRRRRRRHP!*"

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Holly was done chowing down on her third pancake when Lauren returned, an open box of twelve cans of Mountain Dew tucked underneath one arm. Her face was still stony and placid, as if she was determined to show up her slob of a best friend.

"Ooh, somebody thinks that a few cans of Mountain Dew can beat the two liters of Dr. Pepper I crushed this morning!" Holly snickered, still finding amusement in how serious her friend was being about such a stupid, blatant attempt to make her angry.

Lauren was completely silent as sat down and reached into the box, pulling out a can in each hand. She skillfully popped the tab on both and began to simultaneously empty their sugary contents into her mouth, quickly chugging and replacing every mouthful.

Holly's festive approach to her friend's motives changed slightly to a more impressed one, watching as her friend managed to pound down every last drop in each can without choking or stopping to breathe. "Yeah, nice job and all, but that's still nothing compared to me!" To demonstrate her superiority once more, she let loose another *HHHHUUUUUUUUURRRP!*

Lauren downed the last gulp of lukewarm green soda and wiped her lips off with the back of her hand. "Yeah, go ahead and waste all your fuel," she remarked as she dropped the cans, reaching into the box to retrieve two more. "Me? I'm gonna be smart and store up."

She popped the cans' tabs once more and began to duel-waterfall the Mountain Dew into her mouth, this time at a more cautious pace to reduce any irregular motions that could result in her wasting what she had so far. Her stomach began to feel more and more like a sloshy soda-filled balloon with every passing moment, its capacity being hit halfway through her second bout of chugging and beginning to bloat outwards.

Now fully impressed with her friend's dedication, Holly grabbed the plate of pancakes and began to shovel the fourth one into her mouth in an attempt to keep up. Despite her previous behavior, she was already quite full, and pigging out like this wasn't helping her. Still, she wasn't going to lose to Lauren after boasting so much.

The redhead's actions were seen in the corner of Lauren's eye, and she knew what Holly was aiming to do. She drained the next two cans and tossed them onto the carpet, before snatching up another pair.

As she began to swig her fifth and six cans, however, the nauseous feeling building in her gut had become impossible to ignore. She had never drank so much of one soda in one sitting before, and she could feel her belly billowing out with every gulp.

Despite her pain, Lauren managed to finish off the third set of cans as Holly choked down her sixth pancake. Her stomach was now rolling with *GRRRRRRRRLLLL* noises, pressed tightly against the already snug confines of her pajama shirt. Holly was also suffering from eating so much, as her belly button now looked like a dent in a tight freckled basketball.

"Unnngh... I'm not gonna let you beat me!" Holly groaned, cramming the last two pancakes into her mouth and beginning to chew against her body's complaints. She was full.

"Yes you are! Hulp..." Lauren moaned back, popping open one more can of Mountain Dew and rapidly swallowing the green liquid, forcing her belly to roll violently again. She was full.

Finally, both girls completed their tasks with arbitrary sighs of relief and pain, their bulging stomachs churning noisily. They were full to bursting, and had never felt more of an urge to burp in their entire lives.

A moment of silence fell upon the sloppy living room as both bloated girls sat upright. Then...

*HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!!*

*UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHPPP!!!*

Two titanic belches rocketed out of their mouths like cannonballs, shattering whatever tranquility had previously existed into a million pieces. Both relieved and amazed at the sounds they created, Lauren and Holly leaned as far back against the couch as they could, their hands resting on their heavily distended bellies.

"I'm gonna explode," Holly griped as she stared at her taut, immensely stuffed midsection. "I feel like a pig that ate a cow that ate a horse..."

"I don't even think I can move, but I just drank so much liquid sugar," Lauren lamented, gently prodding her firm, greatly swollen abdomen at several angles.

"Should we just call it a draw and let ourselves digest for the next, I dunno, hour?" Holly asked her friend.

"Yeah..." Lauren replied. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Then, as if by magic, both girls clapped their hands against their mouths as their cheeks bulged with more impending waves of gassy explosions.