chapter 5

As Emily tossed and turned in her sleep, she dreamed of indulgence. Pies, cakes, ice cream, cookies and cupcakes. It was then she was awoken by the growling of her own stomach.

Emily looked over at Mike who was fast asleep.

It was the same hunger that drove Emily from her bed. Emily swung out of bed, clothed in her nightgown, and made herself towards the kitchen for a late night snack.

Standing with the fridge door open, she stared at a beautiful gourmet cake. A work of art. With layers. And fresh whipped cream and sugary raspberry filling. It was large. Very large. It was set down before her. Her eyes widened with awe and hunger.

The cake was disappearing rapidly. Here, in her kitchen, her appetite had no end. It was sweet and good. And soon, it was gone. And Emily smiled. As she was about to get more tasty treats.

Next thing she knew Emily was back in front of the fridge staring hungrily at pies: apple, pumpkin, lemon, chocolate. She dug in. Sweet goodness. Chewing, swallowing, moaning. After a while, she lay back. Unable to lean forward any longer. Absolutely stuffed. Her belly was stuffed, rounded, globular, tight. She rubbed it gently. Hiccuping.

However Emily wasn't ready to stop just yet. Back to the fridge for the pasta...more pies...the strawberry shortcake...the second course of lasagna and cheese-covered garlic bread.. stuffing bite after bite after bite after bite after bite into her oh so stuffed body. She giggled with happiness. Ice cream...grapes (so sweet and plump)...stew... Where did it end? She had no idea. She leaned back and accepted. Her belly expanded...and expanded and grew and grew.

The steak was juicy and tender. The potatoes au gratin were delicious... and filling! Loaves of bread smothered with butter.

The Mississippi mud pie had been ridiculously large! That was definitely too much. She had overdone it, truly!

Her legs were spread. Her belly rested between her knees.

Both hands couldn't work fast enough to put more food into her hungry hungry mouth. She was bent over the table. She had a napkin tucked under her sweet, forming double chin.

She was happy, smiling and beaming with pride as she grew.

Finally, 2 hours later, Emily had eaten everything in the fridge. Groaning she lifted herself off of her bed and dragged her bloated body up to bed and fell back to sleep.