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Alice the Fat Cheerleader Part 8
🕑 Added 2020-12-02 16:00:00 +0000 UTCAlice had become unable to turn down a meal when presented with one unless she was absolutely full, which had been fully responsible for her accent into the 600lb range. As Maureen was joined by Diane in rubbing Alice's massive and growing belly, Rebecca was busy bringing her the next meal. "Who's ready for spaghetti?!?" The tall blonde called out. Alice could do nothing but salivate and accept her meal. Before Alice was placed a large metal bowl, completely filled with sauce covered spaghetti. Swimming around in the spaghetti were large meatballs and big hunks of sausage. As Alice admired her next meal, Rebecca was busy sprinkling an obtuse amount of grated cheese on top. The fresh parmesan melted as it hit the warm pasta, until it started to build on itself, leaving heaps of little strings of cheese across the entire top.
Alice’s belly had gotten so big and heavy that it started to push her chunky legs apart. She had been sitting here and eating for so long, she was losing the strength needed to keep herself up right. This only brought her face closer to the food, and enabled herself to fill her mouth even more efficiently. With a massive load of pasta in front of her, Alice wasted no more time, and started twirling up large bundles of spaghetti with her fork. The pasta was some of the best she had ever eaten, and it looked like there was enough to feed a hungry platoon. The sauce had a rich and bold flavor, and the meatballs and sausage were delightful.
“Look Becky, she just can’t get enough!” Mrs. Deyn laughed as Alice stuffed herself.
As Alice ate mouthful after mouthful, Rebecca regaled her with her secret recipe. “You see Alice the trick is to make your own sauce. You’ve got to slowly stew your tomatoes. Mine take eight hours at least.” The more Alice learned about all these meals, the more she felt like this was all premeditated. She had been served slow smoked short rib, an entire honey ham, and now eight hour stewed tomato sauce. These ladies must have been working on all of this since the moment she had finished breakfast. They might not have been as forthcoming as Alice had thought, but damn could they cook. No wonder they all came from overeaters anonymous. Alice didn’t know how anyone could say no to this food, especially with how badly she wanted to.
The bowl of spaghetti was massive, but not as big as Alice’s stomach. She only took a short break to pound the loaf of garlic bread that Rebecca had forgotten to inform her about. After that she didn’t stop until all of the spaghetti, sauce, meat and cheese were in her belly. After such a heavy meal Alice was well and truly stuffed. With all that food in her belly her middle was heavier that ever, causing her to lean forward even further.
“Looks like someone’s tummy is getting too big for them.” Mrs. Deyn joked as the four ladies surrounded Alice after the completion of her meal.
“There must be so much food in there, no wonder you can’t hold it up poor Alice.” Maureen pouted. Alice’s belly looked like a big beach ball trapped between her tree trunk thighs.
“Ladies, why don’t we help her out. Diane and Maureen, help me with Alice’s belly. Rebecca you scoot the table a bit closer.” Mrs. Deyn instructed, as Alice could only sit there helplessly and watch. All of a sudden Alice felt her back straighten, as the three women lifted her massive belly up higher than she had the physical capacity to. Then she heard the dining room table, that had once housed everything she had eaten tonight on it, slide along the floor towards her. Gingerly her belly was released onto the top of the table, Alice feeling it’s immense weight relieved from her. Now her massive beach ball of a belly sat on the table, the edge of which was low enough that it pushed right up against her waist. “That must feel better, doesn’t it Alice?” Mrs. Deyn asked. But rather than wait for a response, continued. “I remember when I was pretty round. I’d take any solace to relieve my aching joints so I could continue on eating.” She laughed
There was a pause, almost a moment of silence, Mrs. Deyn looking like she was having fond memories. But it wasn’t too long before the host was once again breaking the silence. “Okay, who’s ready for dessert?!?” She rang out, not expecting anything other than a resounding yes. All the faces in the room looked excited, but for one. Alice looked troubled.
‘Dessert?’ Alice thought, a bit perturbed. ‘Haven’t I eaten enough to satisfy these women yet?’
“Mrs. Deyn, I can’t eat anymore, can you please stop?” She asked a bit more forcefully than before.
“Don’t be silly Alice. What’s dinner without a little dessert?” Mrs. Deyn brushing off Alice once again.
Alice had had enough, she was almost in tears. She wanted to leave so badly, but no one was listening to her. “Mrs. Deyn, no more!” Alice shouted. “All this food is making me so fat, I can’t eat anymore!”
Mrs. Deyn looked at Alice like she was finally listening to her for once. “Oh Alice, a girl like you doesn’t need to worry about that. You’re young, it’s ok to have a little extra meat on your bones.” She said firmly, looking right into Alice’s eyes.
Diane jumped in to support Mrs. Deyn. “Yeah Alice, you should appreciate your appetite while you’re still young. Plus you’ve been gifted with such a magnificent belly.” Diane continued to rub her taut pale dome that now rested on the table.
These women could say whatever they wanted, Alice still wanted to leave. If they weren’t going to help her, then she would just have to do it herself. Alice gripped the arm rests of her chair with both of her chubby hands, clenching and pushing as hard as she could. Trying to stand up was no easy task when you weigh 620 pounds and have eaten as much as Alice had.
“Oh look, she’s trying to get up. So cute.” Rebecca noted.
Mrs. Deyn just laughed. “Alice where are you going? Remember I have to take you home. There’s no way you can drive with a tummy this big.” She gave Alice’s tummy a light pat. Mrs. Deyn was right, and Alice stopped her futile escape attempt. She had eaten herself stuck to this chair. Only with help would she be leaving tonight.
Alice started to smell the sweet aroma of dessert, and as much as she wanted to continue her protest, a bigger part of her was eager to see what they had prepared for dessert. The sweets were loaded onto a side table that was just in Alice’s view. Alice’s last diminished strands of willpower were quickly snapping as she checked out all the tasty treats made just for her. “What should we start with first?” Mrs. Deyn inquired with her star pupil.
