Chapter 4 - issue 0.4: an unlikely hero

The college student cracked her mouth open as if to utter an audible complaint about her situation. Perhaps to proclaim aloud the absurdity of what had happened. She was quite literally beached like a whale. Because she had eaten so much food she looked like she had swallowed an entire watermelon or three. To say nothing of the fact that she hadn't touched any food with anything more than her mouth it the process of stuffing herself to such a size.

She had shoveled down a level of pizza that would make most professional eaters wince sympathetically. But none of these physics straining occurrences were what was really irritating the girl. No, none of those things came close to the oddest thing about the situation for Cinnamon. That award was surely and undoubtedly going to the fact that for reasons she couldn't quite understand. That giant grease dripping ball of telekinetically held together carbs, was looking delightfully tasty.

She had opened her mouth to yell, curse or make some proclamations against the heavens. She kept it open because she knew what would happen if she did, and she wasn't full quite yet. The puppet strings of her neigh bottomless gluttony once more taking hold Cinnamon found herself willing the food closer. Wanting to polish off the last solid element of her supremely oversized dish.

The food, or whatever force was piloting it seemed to take this invitation quite well. As the orb ceased it's menacing hovering and lurched forward in the air. Rolling through the air towards the beached waiting Cinnamon. The gluttonous rotund girl consuming the ball like a rotisserie dish of sorts. Tearing into it wildly as it hovered in the air. Condiments and cheese spraying down her softly padded chin as she devoured it wildly. Unlike before Cinnamon retained most of he mental faculties. Even if they were mostly a mixture of protesting her piggish actions and desires to just finish the food off.

Though the giant pizza object had initially seemed so impossibly large, even it had an end. The overfull college student felt that end approaching and with it an end to her stomachs enhanced capacity. When she had started she had felt completely empty. But now with a gut with a girth so wide she couldn't physically get her arms around it. It seemed she was at last beginning to feel full. As the last of the impossible delight dish entered the equally improbable cavern of her belly, Cinnamon finally felt the last hunger fade.

Unfortunately for Cinnamon that hunger she had been feeling had also done a pretty damn effective job of whisking her away to dreamland. Without it inducing her to a state of ecstasy she was left grounded in reality, quite literally. Feelings of near explosively orgasmic taste were replaced with the awareness of her hefty gut resting on her shins. The feeling of sheer size she been able to ignore until recently was now exerting a stressful pressure on her body. Sufficed it to say, with full awareness of her situation Cinnamon began to panic.

An existential sort of panic brought on by every strange factor to her situation. The primary question being wether her life had been oblivious before or if she was losing her mind. She had never been much of a screamer, even as a baby, her's was a silent panic. Barely an audible squeak from her, even if she had made a sound it would've been muted by the overwhelming churning of her straining stomach. Cinnamon sliding her hands across it's enormous bulk rubbing her protesting gut with concern. Muttering to herself calming and vague positive statements. It was cereal box tier stuff but she found it helped her to distract herself from the fact her stomach was nearly as big as she was.

"How on earth did you get so big....did I just eat...god what even" Cinnamon protested to herself once more personifying her gurgling gullet. Having calmed down enough to actually look at the situation properly. She had decided to ignore the logistics of how she had eaten such an impossibly large quantity of food. The question of density of calories and carbs would've been difficult enough to comprehend without the fact she had seemingly done it from half a room away. The questions her situation presented were just too big at that time. So she sat there assessing the other thing that was too big.

It was a dense and and overful orb of food that seemed to be churning and gurgling. It was massive, bulging out in front of her like a an overinflated water balloon. Resting on her shins and feeling far too heavy for Cinnamon to lift. Cinnamon wasn't the sort of girl to work on her upper body strength. If she was she wouldn't be the sort of person who immobilized themselves by eating an impossibly high number of carbs. But wether due to the sheer quantity of fatty food she had stuffed herself with or her lack of gym hours she was certifiably stuck on her slightly chunky ass

As her heart rate was finally slowing down and she was no longer stuck on the "whys" and the "hows" of the situation. Cinammon began to actually assess the room she had dazedly stumbled into. It was definitely a kitchen, many further identifying features were difficult to discern. A mixture of her low vantage point and the fact her stomach was so swollen it was pushing her breasts up against her chin. "And a finger curls on the monkeys paw for all those times I wanted boobs in high school" Cinnamon murmured aloud. It was a self deprecating joke, a coping mechanism with no real intent but to make her feel better. But as the words left her mouth her eyes were dragged to something more ground level.

Within the gooey cheesy ruins of the giant pizza block she had eaten, something had stirred. The gooey mlixutre has started wobbling. "I'm not hungry anymore I swear" Cinnamon told the viscous topping. Worried that whatever hypothetical force that was feeding her was going to provide her with seconds. Her voices tone of anxiety seems to only stir the food more. Though this time it shifted in a way that Cinnamon could almost recognize.

It had a frantic rhythm to it, starting up in bursts and then taking short breaks. That wasn't necessarily a give away but it's second reaction to her voice combined with that led to a revelation. It was four different points sort of bumping upwards. Focusing on those points Cinnamon realized something rather terrifying about them. They looked like hands struggling to reach out of somewhere. Someone was stuck in the cheesy ooze and was frantically trying to escape. Buried in the dairy product. Cinnamon blinked a few times as this. Her brain once more skipping over the question of how. But this time jumping to something far more helpful than calming platitudes.

"Just hold on...I'll try and help you...I guess" Cinnamon told the captured stranger. Her unsure tone had far more to do with the question of if she even could help them, rather than whether or not she wanted to. There was after all a fairly immense gut pinning her down far out of potential saving range. The hefty gurgling tanker of food still unreasonably massive and heavy enough to prevent any sort of movement from the glutton it was attached to. Not that Cinn didn't try her damndest to help the cheese concealed victim. Starting with efforts to even stand.

She tried to get her legs to press upwards but all she could get them to shake and struggle against the weight pressing down on her. Holding her in place like she had eaten a boulder and not a giant fridge sized pizza construct. She continued her futile struggles against the gurgling enormity of her gut. Trying to crawl but only succeeding in almost getting stuck on the massive orb. It was an undeniable predicament she found herself. Stuck pinned by her own glutted stomach with some poor stranger choking a cheesy demise a few feet away. Were Cinnamon not so caught up in tunnel vision she would've realized how quickly she had forgotten the insanity of the situation. How her gut was no longer some physics breaking cauldron of calories, but had just become an obstacle in her way.

But as iterated earlier she was far too focused to notice such things. She paused midway through trying to sneak her fingers under her barrel like gut. "Okay, that's definitely not gonna work Cinn, what else didn't work" she vocalized placing her hands back on the sides of overfed belly. "You've eaten yourself so big you can't walk, can't lift it, too heavy to roll yourself" she talked out ignoring the hysterical voice in the back of her brain. Trying to focus on solutions to the problem. There didn't seem to be a way in hell she was going to move far enough to actually get to the guy who needed help. Things seemed rather hopeless for Cinnamon, pinned and alone by sheer force of how much she had consumed.

Her stomach let out a slightly louder gurgle for reasons she couldn't quite discern. Though she was far too frustrated to actually care about the gastronomy of her situation. "Oh, shut it you, it's your fault I'm in this predicament, if you weren't so massive or so hungry all the time, I would be able to walk over like a normal girl" she told her personified gut in a tone laced with her frustrations. "Hell, even if that weird telekinesis stuff hadn't happened, I'd at least be stuck...." she started to rant trailing off as her line of complaint birthed inspiration.