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🕑 Added 2017-11-13 02:37:19 +0000 UTC Continuing the interactive story on Writing.com, this follows the same branch that I've posted about before. All three cheerleaders are supersized and only getting bigger.***
And it wasn’t just pancakes that were still left on the table for Alice. Mrs. Deyn and her friends had whipped up one of their famously big meals, and the benefactor once again was going to be Alice. And of course with Alice’s fragile willpower she couldn’t say no, even when plate after plate was put under her nose. She ate like the stuffed piggy she had become, Not a scrap was left behind.
“Well done Alice!” Diane approved as Alice’s belly was looking like a replicant of last night. Alice just leaned back, stuffed and huffing for air with the limited lung capacity her binge had left her.
‘God, I can’t stop.’ Was all Alice could think to herself. She knew she had to get out of here or there would be no stopping these delusional women. “Thanks for breakfast Mrs. Deyn, but I really think I must be going now. I don’t want to put you out anymore than I have.” Alice attempted to scooch her extra wide seat away from the dining table, a task that wasn’t so easy with so much poundage weighing it down.
“Oh you’ve been no problem at all dear, in fact we’re glad you stayed. But about leaving, I’m not sure that is going to be so easy. I fear the same problem we had last night we will have again today.” Mrs. Deyn reasoned.
‘Oh crap, she’s right.’ Alice thought. Alice could feel just how full her belly felt and how taut it was. Her car had been a tight squeeze for awhile now, and if her belly firm it wouldn’t be so easy to slide into the driver's seat. But she had to go, she couldn’t stick around for fear of how many more calories she would eat.
“Well I don’t think I ate nearly as much as I did last night.” Claire retorted. “And maybe if everyone helped, we could make it work.” The four of them all gave each other knowing glances, as they all pretty well knew this big girl was not going to fit in that dinky car. But the only way to prove it to Alice was to try, so that's what they did.
Alice waddled out into the driveway, the four women following close behind. ‘Easy.’ Alice told herself. But easy it was not. Alice tried her usual technique of sliding into the seat sideways, but instantly her belly bumped into her steering wheel and the progress halted. This is when Mrs. Deyn jumped into help, and not long after all four women were surrounding her, trying to move mountains. Alice tried sideways, back first, at an angle, but nothing worked.
Alice had started to work up quite the sweat, lugging her massive frame in and out of that tight spot. She also became quite winded and therefore quit before most other people would give up. “Ok fine, I don’t think it’s going to work. I’ll have to wait a little bit for my tummy to settle down and then I’ll be able to leave.” Alice announced.
“Well no sense waiting out here in the driveway, why don’t you watch some TV to pass the time and then we can send you on your way.” Mrs. Deyn suggested.
“That’s very kind of you Mrs. Deyn.” Alice said while continuing to try and catch her breath. The women all waited as Alice huffed and puffed, trying to find the energy to waddle back inside. Alice wasn’t used to exerting this much energy as was feeling quite drained from the small amount of physical activity, she was dying for a chair to sit on. As things did not seem to be progressing and her ankles were just feeling more under the gun as they held up her considerable amount of weight Alice finally asked for help. “Would someone mind helping me inside, I’m just a little tuckered out…”
Rebecca and Maureen quickly jumped to her aid, each of them throwing one of her hamhock sized arms of their shoulders, allowing Alice to displace a good chuck on her weight. The three of them slowly trudged back to the extra wide front door, and as they say, an object in motion tends to stay in motion. Once they reached the front door Alice let go of her two helpers and just continued walking straight onto the couch in Mrs. Deyn’s living room.
The four of them reconvened in the kitchen as Alice flipped on the TV and started to relax.
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Meanwhile at Ms. Ferida’s house… The previous night Jen had tackled a cafeteria sized tray of lasagna. The expensive lasagna did a good job of filling Jen’s tummy with warm carbs and calories. Jen had pushed herself, like she did anytime there was food in front of her, and had maybe over done it, but this was nothing new.
With a belly full of lasagna, and the sweat started to dissipate from her brow. The heavy dish had made her drowsy and her eyes started to flutter until they shut for the night.
It was still on the couch the next morning that Jen found herself. Confused as to why she was not waking up in her bed, she was startled momentarily. That was until she saw Ms. Ferida walking in with a big smile on her face as always. “Good morning sweetie!” Ms. Ferida chimed.
“Wha...what happened?” The puzzled Jen asked. Jen had turned down the knitted blanket that had been covering her so she could sit upright.
“Oh nothing. You got so sleepy after you finished the lasagna. You’re cute little puffy eyelids just couldn’t stay up. You just looked so peaceful that I couldn’t dare wake you.” Ms. Ferida said like it was no big thing.
Jen was discombobulated, as she had not expected to stay the night. Her massive bulk had seriously sunk into the soft sofa and she struggled to event attempt to stand up. “Ms. Ferida, I think I should get home, they must be worried about me.” Jen clamored.
“Oh I don’t think that’s the case. You’re a grown girl... well at least almost.” Ms. Ferida smiled. “Plus breakfast is almost done.” Jen’s instincts kicked in and her mouth began to salivate at just the thought of some breakfast. Ms. Ferida skipped back into the adjourning kitchen, returning with two industrial sized serving trays, one full of fluffy scrambled eggs the other one towering with slices of bacon.
Jen’s tummy rumbled at the sight of the meal, showing just how ready for a good meal she was. After being handed a fork she dug right into the beautifully seasoned eggs, grabbing bacon in between bites with her free hand. Ms. Ferida made herself at right at home next to Jen on the couch. Jen’s wide frame took up most of the couch, but that didn’t stop Ms. Ferida from finding a little bit of extra space that wasn’t taken up bulging fat rolls.
Jen did what she did best and ate without needing much of a break. Ms. Ferida did her best to fill the silence. “See Jen you don’t need to go home. Do you even have any plans for the day?”
Jen, who had a one track mind while she was eating, was able to free up a few brain cells to process the question. And the answer was Ms. Ferida was correct, Jen really didn’t have any reason to be anywhere else. She didn’t know what Alice was doing, and she was pretty sure Laurie had work today. The only thing waiting for her was Mrs. Belmontes and Mrs. Grobach, and she knew she couldn’t go home to her mom, or she’d be stuffed fuller than the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Back at the Belmontes she knew food would be scarce, so why not stay here, Ms. Ferida at least knew how to cook a good meal.
Jen’s head might have been going over her available options, but she couldn’t get to the higher level of thinking that Ms. Ferida was feeding her probably just as much as her mom would. One reason this didn’t dawn on her is that she liked spending time with Ms. Ferida. Ms. Ferida made Jen feel welcome and wanted. Her mom just made her feel like an eating vessel for some family pride and satisfaction. Mrs. Grobach made Jen feel bad for indulging her appetite. Ms. Ferida just allowed her to let go of all those stressors and relax.
“You’re right.” Jen said as she grabbed another handful of greasy bacon. “I don’t really have anywhere to be today.” She was able to get out before her mouth was filled again.
“That’s great!” Ms. Ferida said with glee. “I’ll go make sure we have something ready for lunch.” The young hostess said before springing off the couch and retreating back to the kitchen. Jen just happily continued on her breakfast, flipping on the TV for something to watch.
