chapter 11

Olivia stood at her apartment door for a moment before going in. She closed her eyes and tried to savor these last moments of standing. She had no way of knowing how many opportunities she had left to do so. Regardless, she decided that whatever happened next, she was going to try her best to enjoy it. Might as well. There was no escaping her fate, the Munchies could find her anywhere, especially now that her appetite was much stronger.

With a deep breath, she slid her key into the lock and turned it before opening the door. The sight that greeted her tickled her belly with excitement: whole roasted turkeys, entire hams, large bowls of mashed potatoes and pastas, sheets of lasagna, pans of green beans, mountains of mac & cheese, and a wide range of other dishes were spread all over Olivia's living room. It looked as though her home was playing host to Thanksgiving dinner for a number of families.

She placed her chubby hands on her wide and soft belly, slowly rubbing it in circles to calm its enthusiasm. Olivia felt the butterflies dancing about inside her and she licked her lips eagerly.

That's when the Munchies emerged from the kitchen, carrying even more food into the already overloaded living room: casseroles, fried chicken, roast beef, and baked potatoes the size of footballs.

The butterflies fluttered wildly anew and Olivia's eyes went wide.

"Welcome home, we're glad you've come! Now it's time to have some fun! We've prepared such an amazing feast, so come on in and have a seat!" the Munchies rhymed joyfully as Olivia's stomach growled to be filled.

Some Munchies danced over to Olivia's side, taking her chubby hands and pulling her corpulent body towards the couch. She bounded forward with heavy thuds, feeling her entire form jiggle and shake, tugs of weighted tension happening all over her new size. She sidled between the coffee table and couch, lining up her large butt with the center cushion. The Munchies pulled her hands downward, urging her to sit, as she slowly lowered her weight into the couch and leaned back, surveying all the food surrounding her.

"You did your best and tried to hide, but now it's time to open wide!" the Munchies cheered as Olivia leaned forward, bunching up her rolls and mass in front of her, and plucked some buttery rolls off of a pile of buttery rolls. She bit into the fluffy, savory bread and moaned as she chewed, the roll shiny with a sheen of butter that ended up coating her plump lips. She shoved the rest into her mouth and picked up another, biting into it while still chewing the last, gradually working herself into a rhythm of eating and chewing that would carry her through the rest of the evening.

The Munchies approached, carrying a large pot of penne soaked in red sauce and peppered with chunks of Italian sausage. They seemed to be struggling under its heft, until they were able to load it onto the coffee table where it slammed against the surface loudly and shoved aside a couple of smaller plates of bruschetta and cheese. After getting it on the table, the Munchies shoved the heavy pasta pot towards Olivia, who looked at it seductively and licked her lips before wrapping her pudgy palm around the large fork sticking out of the penne and leaning against the rim. A mound of noodles, sauce, sausage, and basil were collected on the prongs and shortly after Olivia took a deep breath through her nose, she opened her mouth wide and shoved it all in, biting down, sliding the fork back out, and finally exhaling from her nostrils as she chewed slowly, moaning in ecstasy. She scooped up another large chunk and took massive bite, her new chin wobbling from her furious feasting.

"Mm," Olivia grunted. She was scooping in bites with every chew, pushing the pasta deeper into herself with more pasta. "So good."

"You're getting fatter, it's time to face it. We're so glad to see you embrace it!" chanted the Munchies. Some of them would hang out near her shoulders while she ate, offering expressions of encouragement.

Olivia wrapped her fleshy, padded arm around the pasta bowl and leaned back with it, using her expansive belly for a table before holding it against her fat, pillowy chest, shortening the shoveling distance into her open maw. "I mean..." Olivia paused to chew and swallow. "...there's nothing I can do at this point, right? Eventually..." she gathered another heaping bite and shoved it through her plump lips, continuing to chew as she spoke, "...you guys are going to make me over 1,200 pounds. So..." she swallowed again, gathered up some more, but held it to her lips for a moment, "...I'm going to enjoy every bite." She wrapped her lips around the ball of meat and penne and moaned as she chewed.

"Atta girl! That's the way! Don't worry about how much you weigh! Just relax! Enjoy the ride. You only grow more beautiful as you grow wide." The empty pasta bowl was taken away by a group of Munchies while the ones at Olivia's shoulders handed her little burger sliders. "Eat some more! No need to stop! We'll make sure you never pop!"

Savory juices from the greasy bun and succulent patty squished between Olivia's teeth, her eyes squinting as she bit into her little burgers.

"There you go! Don't you quit! Unfortunately your clothes still fit!" Between Olivia's bites, she would sip from a straw that a Munchie would hold to her lips, like a boxer between rounds, only instead of water, she was sipping down a viscous milkshake. Vanilla.

Olivia's swelling body was pushing against the confines of Becky's clothes. Gaps were growing between her buttons, the blouse straining to stay intact. The threads were pulling tighter, the fibers groaning at the tension. But still, Olivia ate.

Her breathing was growing shallow, as she was prioritizing food over air, but also her growing stomach was beginning to encroach on her lungs. She grunted as she gorged in an effort to pull in more oxygen. Reaching around her blubbery body and over her straining top, her fingertips brushed the button of her pants squeezing into the equator of her planetary belly. Desperately, her fingers wiggled, struggling to undo her fly, but she just couldn't reach like she could before. She grunted and squinted and groaned but quickly grew exhausted and sighed heavily while relaxing her body. And like that, her monumental gut forced her button to pop off and fly across the living room, the tension pulling apart the zipper as her large, beanbag belly surged forward.

Olivia sighed again, panting deeply like a diver resurfacing after too much time submerged.

While two Munchies held a plate loaded with hotdogs, another Munchie prepared each one, squirting on condiments and heaping on onions and relish. They brought the plate within Olivia's grasp and she grabbed the highest one on the hotdog pyramid, again opening her mouth, pushing half the hotdog in before she bit into it and chewed three times and then shoved in the other half, now chewing on an entire hotdog.

She plucked a chip off of a stack of nachos loaded with chili, sour cream, onions and peppers, pulling strands of melted cheese along with it on its journey to her face.

Her teeth tore through chicken tenders coated in honey mustard, her lips kissed ravioli stuffed with meat. She swallowed sandwiches, slurped up soups, and ingested an impossible amount of calories, with sips of shakes in between.

Olivia fattened. Olivia expanded.

The Munchies laughed and Olivia grew.