[REQ] Lalia Eats

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Lalia sighed forlornly as her hands found themselves once again roaming the bare expanse of her midriff, something that was becoming increasingly common as of late. She also glanced down irritably at the insatiable orb as it rumbled once again in hunger. That seemed to be just about the only constant thing in Lalia's life these days: her hunger.

Jane had left long ago out of fear for what might eventually happen. Lalia's obssessive need to eat and glut nonstop led to her dropping out of her original school of choice, unable to keep up with any amount of strenuous demand of time or energy. All she could manage these days was a couple classes at the local community campus.

Her enormous food budget left her very little to spend on anything else; her apartment was small and dingy, her clothes were old and all starting to get quite too small, her broken down car parked down below, waiting for her to be able to afford the repairs. She was literally living paycheck to paycheck and would spend almost every cent of her earnings and one thing and one thing only: food.

All her eating over the years inevitably left her stomach permanently stretched, now to an almost ludicrous degree, her normal resting stomach large enough to make her look partway through a pregnancy. Her boobs were as big as ever, constantly straining her steadily shrinking bras and shirts. It seemed every other day almost she lost another article of upper body clothing, and did not have the means to replace them.

Sighing in frustration at where her life had taken her, Lalia decided that fighting the inevitable would do no good. If this is what she was destined to be, what she was forever bidden to do with herself, then at least she could spend the rest of her time doing what she loved most: eating.

And when she was done eating? Eating more.

Striding over to her fridge and wrenching the door open, Lalia licked her lips as she took in its contents. Time to throw all restraint to the wind, she was just going to cut loose and eat as much as she damn well pleased. And so, she began.

She really didn't care much at all what it was that went past her lips, only whether it was edible or not. Grabbing the first thing she could find, a rather large watermelon, she opened wide and took a massive bite out of its side, chewed, and swallowed, rind and all. Lalia stood up straight and leaned back as she continued to feed, letting the juice from her meal fall freely onto her face, neck, chest, and belly, as well as the floor beneath her.

Munch, munch, chew, slurp, gulp. Soon Lalia had eaten the entire watermelon, and absolutely nothing was left to prove its existence. Her stomach groaned, pleased with the initial offering but still greedily demanding more, always more. Letting out a short belch, Lalia went all-out.

She started by eating the more normal things, potato salad, cold cuts, apples and oranges swallowed whole, grapes, fish, uncooked pasta, cookie dough, corn on the cob, and even a whole rotisserie chicken, swallowed all at once in a monumental display of gluttony.

Letting out another belch and wiping her mouth, Lalia grabbed a mostly-full gallon of milk and slammed it to her lips as she tilted her head back, taking long, hard pulls as she steadily drained it of its contents. Her now beachball-sized belly groaned unhappily as it began to stretch beyond where it was comfortable, not to mention the fact that it had a fair amount of very questionably-edible items crammed into its churning, heaving depths.

Pulling the empty jug free, she tossed it behind her and led loose a deep, wet bbbbuuuUUUURRRRRAAAAPPP! before returning for more. With most of her normal food choices exhausted, she began eating anything and everything that was even remotely edible. Ketchup and mustard were poured down her throat, mayonnaise scooped from the jar, whole sticks of butter chewed and swallowed, blocks and bags of shredded or grated cheese gulped hastily, salad dressings and dipping sauces and horseradish all poured down her throat heedlessly.

Finishing off her mighty binge by emptying several cans of whipped cream down her greedy throat, Lalia finally finished cleaning out her fridge and stepped back to admire the damage. While her fridge may have sparkled, everything else did everything but. Her mouth, cheeks, hands, chest, and belly were absolutely covered in random splatters of sauce and oil. The floor was a mess. Her huge belly, jutting forward a proud four feet and drooping down almost to her straining, trembling knees, groaned and rumbled ominously as it struggled to digest the utter mountain of barely edible sustenance contained within.

Another huge belch ripped free from her maw as she staggered her way over to her pantry, the whipped cream reminding her of something that she had purchased recently and now really, really wanted...

Heaving and wobbling her way back to the table, she grinned a manic smile as she beheld the object of her affection: an entire birthday cake, just for her. It was a big party-sized one too, meant to satisfy a good forty or so people, and was absolutely covered in thick, creamy frosting. Wasting no time, Lalia literally plunged her face straight into the cake and began to eat as fast as possible.

Her belly continued to bloat as she just about inhaled a constant stream of thick, cakey goodness, gurgling and moaning happily at the thrill of the feast, even while the protests of her stomach grew louder as it forcefully stretched farther.

On and on she ate, with not a care in the world but to get as much into her belly as soon as possible. As she ate, she imagined for just a moment that she was seated comfortably in a chair, her mouth wide open as the man of her dreams continued to stuff more and more down her throat. While his face was a bit hazy, she felt the strong touch of his hands as he rubbed and soothed her rumbling belly, gently coaxing as much as possible into it. She heard the soft murmur of his voice, gently urging her to keep going, just for him...mmmm...

Lalia's daydream ended with a sharp snap of her teeth clacking together, nothing but air filling the void between her upper and lower jaw. Blinking confusedly, Lalia looked down to see that the entire cake was already devoured. A slight glance even more downwards revealed the unquestionable location of its whereabouts.

Suddenly a wave of sickness crashed into Lalia, her cheeks bulging and her face turning a tad green as she realized how engorged she really was. Her stomach stuck out more than five feet in front of her and drooped down to well below her knees, its soft yet firm mass quivering and rumbling continuously as it struggled to cope. Collapsing heavily into a chair behind her, Lalia was given a brief respite before the chair legs snapped under her weight, and she fell backwards with a loud snapping noise and a startled yelp.

Slamming down onto her back, Lalia's enormous mountain of a gut shifted up, down, and all around, continuing to upset the volatile concoction brewing beneath its surface. Now pinned beneath her own bulk and helpless to stop the rising chain reaction exploding within her, she held on with all her might until she could no longer.

The floodgates burst open as she hiccuped sickly, a full mouthful of bile and half-digested food slop splattering onto her chest and cleavage. Soon after the real show began, her horribly sick and deathly-sounding stomach purging itself long and loud again and again and again.

Lalia spewed like a firehose for a solid few minutes, getting only the briefest of respites to gasp for breath before launching another wave of soupy, acidic food slop all over herself. By the time she finally began to slow down, her shirt was utterly soaked with her own vomit, the outlines of her large breasts clear as day beneath it. Her stomach was painted a creamy light brown from the navel up, as vomit and saliva slowly dripped down its sides. Lalia lay splayed out in a slowly growing pool of her own eruptions, her hair starting to soak and the vile mixture seeping its way through her jeans and into her panties as she lay pinned beneath her still huge gut, gasping for air and shuddering violently.

Even lay flat on her back, her huge gut still rose above the table that stood beside her, so miserably and utterly glutted and bloated was she. As the last of her strength began to leave her, Lalia's eyes slowly fluttered closed as her breathing slowed, before finally falling asleep right there on her kitchen floor, soaked and covered in a still slowly-spreading puddle of puke...