Chapter 5

*My belt....I'm huge,* Cassandra thinks to herself as she notices how much she has expanded.

She chomps off half a muffin and begins to whimper.

*So ashamed.....so hungry..* she thinks.

She finishes the muffin and gulps down some beer.

*I AM getting FAT...oh no.*

Picking up a spoon, she shovels in a pile of cheese bathed grits.

*I can't stop....don't wanna.*

A forkful of three cheese coated sausages, into the mouth with a few hearty gulps of beer. The remaining customers continue with their stares.

Back in the kitchen, Donna is rushing in to get Cassie her ice cream for her waffles, excitedly.

"Hey guys! I think your fatty sauce is working!" Donna exclaims.

"Huh?" replies a cook.

"It works! I...uh...I saw her kinda like...ummm...puff out a little," Donna says.

"Really?!" says the head cook.

"Yeah! Really!....that fucking bitch's belt busted apart from it," Donna says.

"Ho...ly....shit!" says a cook.

"I can't believe ANYONE could eat this much," says Donna, "she just keeps going!"

"Well...there IS something in the fatty sauce to help out her appetite," the head cook says, "I was outside when she got here, having a cigarette. I knew we were in trouble as soon as I saw her get out of her car, as big as she is and in a cloud of pot smoke!"

"She did look really blasted when she came in," Donna says.

"Yeah...so...let's say the fatty sauce ALSO contains some of our own personal stock of appetite enhancer," laughs the head cook.

"That's crazy, you could get in serious trouble...and why waste it all on that fat bitch blimp?" Donna asks, reasonably.

"Well, number one, I don't think she is going to complain...AT ALL. Secondly, some of us know some people so we can have a little fun like this sometimes...it's okay, wouldn't do it unless it was fun and okay," reassures the head cook.

"Alrighty! Let me go and get our best customer her much needed ice cream," Donna says.

Out in the dining area, Cassie's thoughts are spiraling from shame to uncontrollable bliss.

*Why do I feel even hungrier? Jay was right....my pants feel so tight,* Cassie thinks to herself.

She finishes off the bacon and the cheese they were swimming in.

"Your ice cream," says Donna placing down a large bowl of vanilla ice cream.

Totally snubbing Donna, Cassie is quick to grab the waffles and mash them into the ice cream. She starts to shovel that into her mouth.

"More beer..." Cassie mutters to Donna with a full mouth.

*Pants so tight around my...* Cassie thinks.

"Awwhhhhhhh..." Cassie moans as she shovels in another wad of waffle cream.

*My belly so heavy on my...*

"HMMMmmmmmmmm!" she moans again as she shovels in two more quick wads of waffle cream followed by half of the last omelet.

*Soooo wet...*

Cassie crams in the rest of the omelet, the two remaining sausages, and a folded up pancake. She seems to be picking up pace.

*You call me big girl Jay?* she thinks to herself. If she would stop chewing, her smile would be wide.

*I ain't no big girl yet, Jay, you prick,* she thinks to herself.

As this warm pulsing feeling starts to work up Cassie's body, she hardly notices that her breakfasts are finished and she is now holding and chewing on a meatball sub sandwich.

"HHHrmrmmmmmm..." Cassie moans to herself as the waiters finish changing out the rest of the empty and devastated breakfast plates with lunch.

"MMMmmmm....Mmmmmmm," she moans as she goes to chomp another hunk off of the sub. In doing so, she brushes up against her right nipple on her watermelon sized pillow breast and is launched into the biggest orgasm she had ever felt in her entire life.

"HMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Cassie wails through a full and chewing mouth.

Every bite and every swallow and every taste sends fireworks throughout her body. The meatball sub is gone and she is already halfway through her tuna sandwich.

"HMMM! HMMMMMRMRMM!!! HMMMMRMMM!!!" she continues to wail as she mercilessly shoves food into her fat body at an ever alarming rate.

It seems that as long as she eats, her climax will remain, and the faster she eats, the more intense it becomes. Cassie is almost like a sexual-psychological supernova of sorts.

The tuna sandwich is gone as she is already cramming in a load of onion rings with a wash down of beer.

"Miss? Would you like some more ice cream?" Donna approaches to ask Cassie.

Cassie silently and quickly continues the rapid shovelling of food into her mouth, virtually ignoring Donna.

"Miss???......fine, I'll just get some for you anyway," Donna says, "fat bitch..." she mutters as she walks away.

"HHHHMMMMMMM..." Cassie moans as she is lost in a dreamy world of pure pleasure. Her head is in another world, but her swelling body is in this one still.

The creaking sound of her tortured waistband is good proof of that fact.