Chapter 2 - part 2

"Twenty minutes is a long time," the voice said. "You're hungry now! What will you do?"

Clara decided that the best course of action was to spend the next twenty minutes stuffing her face while waiting for the pizza to come. She lugged her girth over to the counter and proceeded to pull out anything edible. Crackers, loaves of bread, macaroni, cheese, macaroni and cheese. The cabinets were stripped bare. She then got to work. She threw the macaroni into a pot of water to let it cook while she dug into everything else she had available. In lieu of making sandwiches, Clara just ate the bread as is. She considered doing the same with the macaroni but stopped after trying to eat a handful of the hard pasta. Three loaves of bread disappeared into the bottomless pit of her stomach. She quickly moves on to the cans of fruit she had found. With a can opener in hand, she quickly tore into the cans with the gusto of someone who hadn't eaten in weeks. Slices of apples, peaches, pears, and more were happily accepted by her belly with a satisfied gurgle. At this point, Clara's pot belly now rested on the counter in front of her as she devoured the mountain of food. Each mouthful of food caused her stomach to surge forward a tiny bit. Every now and then, Clara unleashed a belch, but other than that her feast was constant. Canned vegetables? Devoured in an instant. A bag of sugar? Poured right down her greedy gullet. A one-liter bottle of soda? Downed in one go. Nothing escaped her endless appetite. Something in the back of her head was screaming at her to stop, but it was drowned out by the subtle nudging of the voice of temptation and the pure ecstasy that eating brought her.

By the time the macaroni was done, Clara had already devoured a little over a third of the feast she pulled from the cupboards. She drained the pasta and added the cheese, her mouth watering the entire time. When she was done, she had enough macaroni and cheese to feed a family of ten twice over. The rotund woman didn't even wait for it to cool down; she gobbled up every last shell and licked the pot clean in a matter of minutes. The warmth from the meal spread throughout her body, leaving her feeling satisfied as she rubbed her massive stomach. She now looked like she was overdue with twins, maybe even triplets. Her belly happily spread out over the countertop, the cool linoleum surface pairing nicely with the heat from the mac and cheese. Clara moaned a little as she took in just how full she felt. God, this felt amazing. She hadn't indulged like this in a long while. She could almost ignore that nagging feeling that none of her shirts would fit if she kept this up. She simply stood there, rubbing her belly in pure, hedonistic bliss.

"That was quite a feast huh?" the voice chimed in.

"Mhm ...." Clara's brain was drowning in a sea of ecstasy.

"Why don't we get you to bed so you can sleep all this off?"

"..."

"Hel lo? Earth to Clara?"

"... Food ...."

Some switch had been flipped inside of Clara. Any voice of reason telling her to stop eating had gone completely quiet, replaced by a primal urge to just eat. She grabbed the nearest item--a bag of stuffing mix--and devoured it, nearly consuming the bag the mix was in as well. She didn't even both cooking it. To her, there was no time. She felt like she would've died of starvation if she had taken the time to cook it. Her hands instinctively reached for the closest thing for her to consume. This time, it was a can of tuna, which was gone in a split second. Tossing the can on the floor with cartons, she grabbed a sleeve of cookies and virtually ate them all in one go. A bag of chips was gulped down in no time flat. Uncooked spam quickly joined the rest of its peers in her stomach. Peanut butter was scooped from the jar and eaten voraciously. She didn't even like peanut butter that much but God, she was so hungry. Even unusual food items were fair game. A can of mushrooms was next on the list, followed by the jar of pickles and some tomato sauce. Anything edible was quickly consumed and added to the growing amount of food in her stomach. Her gut ballooned in size to match her pace, moving quickly beyond any comparison to pregnant women. It more closely resembled a beach ball more than anything. It gave low grumbles as it worked overtime to process the massive influx of foodstuffs it had to deal with. Clara could feel it becoming fuller and tauter as she ate, but it did little to dissuade her hunger.

Once the second third of the food was consumed, Clara had to take a small break. She noticed that she felt out of breath, and beads of sweat had started forming on her forehead. Was eating really such hard work? Maybe it was her stomach's fault. God, she felt so stuffed. Her belly was stretched so much is barely had any give to it. She gave it a quick poke to see how firm it was, and she was given a monstrous wet belch for her troubles. That was quickly followed by several smaller ones as her stomach tried desperately to make room for everything she had swallowed. Clara gingerly placed her hands on her stomach and began rubbing it in small circles. She tentatively pushed her fingers into the vast expanse of her belly. It snarled at her, and another burp escaped her stomach.

"Ooooookay ... I think that's enough," the voice said cautiously. "You should probably--"

The voice of temptation didn't even have time to finish its sentence before Clara stuffed a biscuit into her mouth, followed by a second and then a third. She washed it down with some orange juice. She didn't even feel hungry at this point. She just wanted to eat everything, and everything is exactly what she ate. Uncooked pasta was crunched and munched, as she didn't want to go through the trouble of cooking it all. She wolfed down a jar of jam and some cranberry sauce in the same minute before moving on to the uncooked rice. The hard grains didn't even bother her. As long as it ended up in her stomach, she couldn't care less. She made short work of the final third of her makeshift buffet, gulping down the remains of her pantry. She feast was concluded with the downing of a spare can of soda she found. The aluminum remains were cast aside with the rest of the carcasses from her overindulgence. Clara let out a heavy sigh (whether this was one of relief, satisfaction, or disappointment is unknown) and rested her hands on her stomach. It was enormous at this point, nearly reaching the back wall while resting on the countertop. Taut flesh spilled out in every direction, sensitive to the touch. Several giant belches escaped Clara's stomach, causing the entire thing to jiggle just a bit. The sensation of such sensitive skin moving far more than it should elicited some moans from Clara in between burps. As she rubbed her overly pampered belly, she felt her eyes getting heavier and heavier. It almost felt like she was slipping into a food coma. Maybe she could just fall asleep right here ....

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Joey's Pizzeria! I have three party-sized pies?" a voice called.