Kate and Jenny Ch. 01

All the different flavors attacked my taste buds as soon as the food entered my mouth. It took all of my remaining self-control not to moan in pleasure. I didn't look left, I didn't look right. All that mattered to me was there on the plate in front of me, the pile of food that was quickly getting smaller and smaller. It didn't take long before everything disappeared inside my stomach. Normally this would be more food than I would have eaten in an entire day, but today I devoured it in just a few minutes. My hunger was soothed, but I wasn't satisfied. Not yet. I wanted more! More food into my already bulging midsection. Eating gave me too much pleasure to end the feast right now. I got up and went for a refill.

I returned with my second overfilled plate and started to tear through its content just as I did the first time around. In mere minutes even the second helping disappeared. I felt an increasing pressure around my middle. The belt was digging into my swollen tummy and I had to unbuckle it. My mum's old jeans were still a bit loose around my waist, but nowhere near as much as before. Only then I remembered that my sister was sitting across the table.

Kate was staring at me in absolute shock and disbelief. "Are you done?" She asked clearly expecting a positive answer. But I wasn't. For some reason the feeling of fullness didn't arrive. And I still wanted more.

"Actually," I said standing up. "I'm not." I headed for my third helping. I quickly returned with my plate brimming with Bolognese spaghetti.

"Are you sure this is wise?" Kate asked me concerned.

No. I thought. "Well, I'm just making our money's worth." I smiled back at her nervously.

"Just don't hurt yourself."

Spaghetti were just a memory, a pleasant memory, when I went for one last refill. By now my shirt became too small to contain my well-fed midriff. I was beginning to feel slightly full, but what kind of a feast would it be if it didn't end with a dessert? My eyes greedily wandered over the various desserts. There's so many of them. How am I supposed to choose? I noticed a stack of clean plates and before I could stop myself I had two plates to fill. And of course, I filled them well.

Soon I was back in our booth, stuffing my face again. I barely noticed when Kate stood up and went to the bar and I certainly didn't care where she went. Not now. Not when I had the last part of the feast spread out in front of me. Chocolate cupcake didn't stand a chance. A slice of cheesecake didn't stand chance either and it quickly followed the example set up by the cupcake. Then I finally started to show signs of slowing down. I wasn't giving up though. Finally with last mouthful of brownie I finished the first plate of desserts. Just now I noticed that Kate was already back and I saw a jug of milk standing in front of me. I gladly washed down the sweet treats.

My stomach was beginning to be painfully full. I laid my hands onto the massive gut and started to rub it gently. It was so big I couldn't believe it! The jeans were digging into my abdomen. The very same jeans that were way too big just a few minutes ago! I leaned forward trying to get closer to the table. With a bit of a shock I realized that my gut was so big it was pressing against the edge of the table! Reason was telling me that I should stop, but this wasn't a day when I would act reasonably. Instead I picked up a donut and started to push it into my mouth. Bite after bite it was moving into a much better place, my stomach. Where does the food go when it dies? Crap! I'm losing my mind. Focus Jenny, focus! I munched my way through everything on my plate. The only exception was a large slice of chocolate cake. My food stained t-shirt was failing hard. By now it covered smaller part of belly than it left out in the open.

POP!

A button flew away from the jeans I was wearing as it gave up the fight against the size of my growing middle. The zipper immediately slid down and my swollen gut forced itself into any free space it could find. The sudden surge forward pushed the table several inches towards my older sister. Oh god, I'm going to pop! Every cell in my body told me to stop eating, but I couldn't. Not now when the victory was so close. It took every bit of strength I had just to lift the slice of cake and shove it into my mouth. I did it! I victoriously raised the jug of milk and started to pour its content into my gaping mouth. The milk managed to fill all of the remaining space inside my midsection. In a worried amazement I watched as my gut ballooned outwards even more. I'm gonna explode!

Fortunately I did not explode. Every breath I took was a painful experience though and the fact that my middle was pressing heavily against the table wasn't at all helping the matter. I'm stuffed to the brim. Why does it feel so damn good? "T-too full." I moaned quietly. It took me at least quarter of an hour before I was able to speak again. "Can we go home now?" I pleaded weakly.

"Sure, let's go."

"Ehm, do you think you could help me up?" My belly now reached almost all the way to my knees and so even with Kate's help I struggled to get up. When I finally did, I almost fell forward, because my center of gravity shifted considerably. Leaving the restaurant was one big blur for me and considering the state I was in, it was probably better that way.

I don't know how, but somehow I got into the car. I had to move the seat all the way back to fit in it comfortably. As we drove off the parking lot, Kate turned to me. "You know that the jeans you just burst out of mum wore when she was pregnant with you, right?"

"Hmmpfh." Right now, I couldn't care less.