Tears of bliss trickled down Chiharu's rounded face as she began engorging herself with entire pounds of fatty foods such as cakes, pastries, and whole pizzas. Her round belly increased in girth with every gulp she took. Densuke beamed, feeling a sense of accomplishment for making her so happy. After his moment of zen, Densuke resumed being hard at work with his cooking. "If she stops, then I'll stop, I guess," he murmured to himself as he shoved cinnamon rolls into an oven and closed the hatch.


A full hour later, and Chiharu was absolutely 150% stuffed. She moaned with a mix of bliss and pain as she slowly reached for another cherry pie to stuff into her bloated mouth. To Densuke, it was clear that she was near her limit, so he simply turned off the appliances in use to sit down with a small bowl of ramen noodles for himself. He turned to look at Chiharu. Despite the massive, round, and painfully stretched belly she had sticking out 30 inches in front of her, Chiharu refused to stop stuffing. Her mother's turtleneck had already become so small, it barely covered half of her gigantic breasts. Her sweatpants were decimated, her mother's panties were stretched to a point where they seemed like something you'd see from a porno flick, and the chair she was sitting on seemed half an hour short of folding due to the colossal weight. Alas, Chiharu continued to slowly jam entire rolled-up pizzas down her throat.

Densuke came to see that Chiharu, while in unrelenting bliss, was also wincing in pain with each swallow due to the enormous amount of belly growth in one sitting. "I hope we can still return those clothes..." he muttered as he watched Chiharu intently. Chiharu stopped to turn to him. "Densu....ke..."

Densuke couldn't figure out if that was a wince of pain or ecstacy.

"My tummy hurts so much...Could you maybe, rub it a little...?"

Now, how did he think this one through?