chapter 4 - saturday pt iii

"Um...only two of those are my cupcakes." Cheyenne had changed into pajama shorts and was braless in a loose, grey t-shirt. She giggled and flipped her long, blonde hair over her shoulder before gently pushing me aside and letting herself in.
"I know, but I realized I hadn't given you any desserts!" In her hand was a large pyrex dish with two of my cupcakes, a piece of each pie, some cheesecake, and a large helping of trifle.
"Oh, man! I forgot there was trifle. I can't believe I never tried it. Thanks for bringing it by Cheyenne." I went to put the dish in the fridge but she called out to me,
"Don't you want to taste some first?" I stopped. There was something mysteriously seductive in her voice, or maybe it was just the left over Bellini buzz talking.
"I'm still pretty full from the party, Cheyenne. I'm sure I'll snack on it in bed though. Don't worry, it will be eaten!" She pouted,
"Aww, come on! Just one little taste. I made it, you know." She walked past me into my kitchen and found two forks. "I'll eat some with you."
I didn't feel like I could say no, so I took a fork from her and we sat down at my kitchen table. I scooped a forkful of the trifle out of the dish, making sure to get a bit of each layer before putting the whole thing into my mouth. "Mmmmm, wow!" I closed my eyes and heard Cheyenne giggle.
"You like it?" I opened my eyes and it seemed like she had moved closer to me.
"Yeah, it's really good! You and your friends are incredible with food."
"Really? I've always felt like I wasn't as good as my classmates. Barely anybody ate my trifle today." She looked so disappointed that I didn't know what else to do except keep eating it.
"Oh, no Cheyenne! It's incredible." I complimented her over and over through mouthfuls of the cakey, pudding, jammy, fruity deliciousness. I had almost forgotten I was still just wearing my robe and nothing else underneath when a thick dribble of jam dripped out of the corner of my mouth and onto my breast. "Whoops!" I started to get up, but Cheyenne caught my arm "I'll grab you a napkin." I awkwardly sat back down and finished the last bite of trifle in front of me.
She returned with a wet napkin and I dabbed at the sticky red on my chest. "Wow, Cheyenne. That was delicious. Any time you need me to be your taste-tester, I'd be more than happy to!" I stifled a burp and began to walk her out.
"I'll keep that in mind, sweetie!" At the door she turned to me and her eyes drifted down to my belly again, which was much better concealed in my long robe than it had been in my too-tight yellow sundress. "How about you come over for breakfast tomorrow? 10 o' clock?" Although confused by Cheyenne's sudden clear intent to feed me, I was also intrigued, and more than happy to eat for free, so I accepted.
"Sounds great! I'll see you in the morning."
I closed the door behind her and sat on my chair, feeling around the cushions for the remote. Finally, I found it and turned on the show I'd been so sucked into the night before.
No matter how full I am, I always need snacks around me when I'm binging a show, even if it's just for aesthetics. During the 30-second theme song, I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed the pyrex dish with the rest of the sweets in it and a carton of cold milk from the fridge before settling back into my seat.
I drank the milk straight out of the carton, greedily. I hadn't eaten much of the pies before, and they were so well made that each bite I chewed slid down my throat easily, despite how uncomfortably full I was becoming.
I'd untied my robe by the end of the first piece of cheesecake. The pyrex dish rested on my lap and I was sunk all the way into my chair, chin nearly tucked against my chest as I ate bite after bite of the creamy, cool sweet cake. There was crumbs and frosting all over my face, fingers, and lap, but I didn't care. I wiped my sticky hands on my belly and kept binging the show while I binged on sweets.
As I watched a love triangle unfold between two of the female characters, my mind inevitably drifted to the kiss Cheyenne had planted on my lips before I left her party. She hadn't done it again when she dropped off the desserts, maybe it was just some kind of European goodbye-type of thing? I remembered her mentioning a year studying pastries in France at some point or another. I decided it was probably nothing.
The theme song was playing again, so I dashed into the kitchen to put the pyrex dish in the sink, and saw all of the little containers from the potluck. Once again, I said to the room and myself, "fuck it".
I balanced all of the containers on top of each other and brought them to the coffee table in front of my big chair. Before sitting down, I just had to see something--
I paused the show after the theme song and went into my room to look at myself in my mirror. My robe was untied and from the side my belly could be seen bloated out past the fabric. The skin was tight and shiny in the lamplight of my bedroom. I laid my hand on it and it almost felt as if I could feel the food packed inside, pushing back at me. There was a warmth between my legs again, just like Thanksgiving, when I'd won after that last plate. I rubbed it in slow circles, moaning in ecstasy. As I massaged my swollen, aching gut, I began to burp and fart, and then suddenly, I didn't feel as full anymore. I felt numb again, I felt like it was time to keep going.
I returned to the chair, unpaused the show, and dug into the containers, letting each bite of food warm me up a little more. Finally, the ache in my stomach turned from pleasure to pain and I had to stop. I let out a huge gut-shaking belch and rested all the way back in my chair, both hands on my belly, and closed my eyes. It was tender to the touch, I couldn't put any weight on it with my hands, just barely brush against the tight skin with my finger tips. My belly gurgled and groaned at me and I unabashedly moaned and oohed in response.
I tried to get up, but the weight of all of the food inside me held me down. I felt truly stuck. All I could do was think back on all of the food I'd stuffed inside myself that day:
There had been breakfast with coffee, eggs, bacon, cheese, blintzes, hashbrowns and cupcakes, then there had been Cheyenne's party--I had lost track of all of the meats, cheeses, sliders, cakes, sushi, pizzas, and other decadent treats I'd eaten there, but I knew it had been at least six plates in the four hours I was there, and then enough to fill up two more in the time I'd been home, oof, and that trifle. The trifle was so good, I began to feel wet just thinking about it. I let my fingers meander down to my pussy again and began to rub my clit in slow circles, the same way I rub my belly. Then, the remaining food on the table caught my eye. I used one hand to pleasure myself and the other to stuff food into my face. By the time I'd finished, the food was gone.
I felt huge, but glorious. Like an untouchable mountain, sticky and satisfied. I was belching uncontrollably and knew I wouldn't be able to get out of that chair, so I stayed there, watching the tv show and nursing my monstrous, aching belly until I fell asleep.