That had proven to be a mistake.
Mel was dangerously full already, and Beth had more than enough room inside that stomach of hers. But Mel wouldn’t back down, even in the face of sheer logic, and insisted that Hannah get her a plate that was equal in portion size and content to Beth’s.
Hannah, whose concern for Mel had gone flying out the window as soon as she realized what was happening, practically sprinted towards the lunch line and got everything she could find that hadn’t already been eaten—and what had been eaten, she improvised with. She was pretty sure that Mel wound up with more food than Beth, but that would just kill the moment.
“Come on Mel, you can do it!” Hannah cheered on her big blonde buddy as she stupidly stuffed herself like a thanksgiving turkey, “Just a few more bites and you’ll be done with the meatloaf.”
As expected of a girl who’d already eaten herself into a sleepy itis by breakfast, Mel wasn’t exactly showing promise in this unofficial little eating contest. But rather than back the winning horse, Hannah was more than happy to just have Mel fit as much in her tummy as possible. Her cheeks bulged with food as she looked blankly in front of her, staring down her meal while she ate it. Hannah’s hand rubbed Mel’s fat sweaty back for support, even as it spilled over the lip of the chair’s back. It was clear that she was going to miss her third period but, in all honesty, as eager as she was to see how chunky Ms. Espanosa had gotten this was much more of an immediately gratifying show to watch.
Hannah listened to Mel’s heavy panting, her wheezing as she struggled. Her chewing was furious, her thick neck-encompassing double chin flexed and wobbled with constant motion. Mel was an eating machine, inhibitions clicked off as she attempted to defy all odds and—
“Finished!” Beth panted, “All…urp…done!”
Mel collapsed, leaning back in relief as her silverware clanged on the table in front of her. She huffed and puffed, sputtering incoherently as she tried to form sentences to no avail. She was too tired to rub her stomach, her thick arms kept trying to muster up the energy only to slide off the drum-taut dome of her tonnage.
Beth wasn’t in much better shape. She looked pretty stuffed too. She was sweating bullets and her entire face was beet-red. In fact, looking at her nearly transparent blouse, her entire body was coated in a thick layer of sweat—her breasts were shiny with the stuff and despite the satisfied look on her dinner-plate face, it was obvious that she wasn’t exactly as chipper as she seemed.
“Hub…buh…” Mel could only groan in her defeat…
***
Eventually, and eventually really did mean a long time here, Mel digested just enough to be able to make it back to their dorm. Hannah had to help a lot, and there were lots of stops so she could catch her breath, but Mel did make it back home where she immediately collapsed on the couch, much to its intense and audible displeasure. She landed splayed out on the couch, one large leg vertical on the cushions while one arm fell off the arm of the couch. Her stomach was red and shiny, and painful-sounding sloshing noises could be heard at her every slight movement. Hannah thought it was both hot and pitiful at the same time, a guilty surge of electricity dampened her crotch as she looked on the poor pitiful fatty.
“You gonna be okay, champ?” Hannah asked softly as she loomed over Mel, “Blink once for yes, twice for no.”
“Too full… to blink…” Mel said, eyes closed, “Oh my gawwd…HIC...my belly hurts so baaad…”
As if to punctuate her point, Mel’s Belly gave out another one of those painful sounding gurgles. Hannah had often dreamt of the day when some big hot fatty knocked down her door and collapsed saying ‘Hannah I’m so full rub my tummy’, but the reality of it all was so frustratingly dissatisfying. Not the sight, the fact that she couldn’t rightfully do anything about it. She wanted so bad to stuff Mel some more. To make her fuller, fatter, bigger, rounder—but Mel obviously wouldn’t be having any of that.
On the other hand, Mel was obviously in a lot of pain. She really shouldn’t have let her do that, get into that eating contest with Beth. But Mel should have known better, right? She shouldn’t have to feel bad for not stopping her (or that her panties were soaking wet), right?
Right?
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