chapter 5

March 3rd, 2012, Sacramento California, Luigi's Italian restaurant


Angie had finally gotten bored of expensive snacks and sweet things. So she had done some research online and had found the best Italian restaurant nearby. She couldn't just go snooping around so she donned her best dress and gritting her teeth paid 20 dollars for a small portion of chicken pasta in creamy garlic, ginger and lemon sauce.

After mapping the restaurant Herbie interrupted Angie's meal. "Teleporting readymade portions from here won't be easy. You'd have to know when a portion is ready and if they just keep disappearing, that will cause confusion."

"Well you're the clever one. I love this food, figure something out." Angie muttered and slid more of the delicious pasta in her mouth.

"Hmm, what you are asking is difficult, but given my immense capacity for processing logical problems, I have found two possible solutions." Herbie cleared his throat inside Angie's head.

"First, I could teleport a portion straight into your abdomen while you are in the restaurant and able to see when the portions are done, but not yet served."

"What that's crazy! How can you teleport food directly in me? Won't you blow me up or something? Besides I want to taste and chew and swallow the food myself." Angie interrupted.

"Its not easy I tell you. But I could do it. All I need to do is to calculate the molecular structure of your abdominal area and its current contents, make a model of its maximum capacity and just not exceed it. Oh and I'd need to process the food before hand. Yes, its complicated, but I'm able to do it. My second suggestion is to teleport bite sized bits directly in your mouth while you're here. I could even make it so its not noticeable, just take bits of the portion here and there...oh the math is intriguing, but of course incomprehensible to you." Herbie chuckled.

"Yeah yeah I'm dumb and you know all the shit. But this latter thing sounds good. Let's do it now, I want to get my moneys worth before I go. So what do I do?"

Angie did as instructed. She pulled her jaw downward without parting her lips and suddenly her mouth was filled with another kind of pasta. It wasn't as creamy, but it was delicious. It was lunch hour so portions were being dispatched from the kitchen almost constantly so as soon as Angie had enjoyed her first mouthful, there was more. This time it tasted like pepperoni pizza.

It was delightful. Angie never knew in advance what would come next. There were at least five different kinds of pasta, six different pizzas, some ravioli, many mouthfuls of lasagna, but they were all the same taste. Angie swung her legs back and forth chewing and swallowing feverishly to find out what would be next. She could feel her belly expand with all the food she was eating. She must have already eaten at least twice as much as had been on her own plate.

"Herbie, stop. Stop. I'm full!" Angie mumbled and leaned back, panting.

"No you're not. I did the math. There's still potential for 20 percent increase in the volume of food inside you." Herbie reported back.

"Oh shut the *** up. Maybe your fancy calculations didn't take into account the fact that I need to be able to get up and also walk home. And not throw up. Jeez." Angie groaned and caressed her belly.

"I'll just ignore the swear words, ma'am. But to my disgrace I must admit you're right. To be able to properly function 100% fullness isn't possible. My calculations show that you'd be incapable of almost any kind of physical activity for 34 minutes plus minus 8 minutes with 100% fullness model. But hey, I'm just a prototype."