Chapter 6

It took another half an hour before Evie had finished all the burgers. She reclined the driver seat as far back as possible to lie down. Her breathing was shallow and tired, her eyes were shut and resting on her swollen belly was the half empty sack of fries. She slowly forced herself to pick out the fries one by one, placed them in her mouth and chewed with her mouth open.

"Carpool, hi Carpool. Are you alright?"

She kept eating, working on some kind of autopilot and made loud nyom nyom noises instead of answering. Her belly completely filled to almost bursting, her body wanting to stop and rest. She was falling into a stupor, a drowsy food coma.

"I think you should go to sleep."

"No, stay, keep me company." She pleaded weakly.

"Okay, okay, but just take a break. Put the chips down."

She lazily picked up the bag and gently dropped it into the floor well, without sitting up. Her tummy, incredibly domed, had stretched the bin liner skin tight. "I just need caffeine."

"No. You had three already. No."

She ignored him and forced herself to roll onto her side, her full belly turning to face the camera, she fumbled and picked up another coke and lay back. She rested the cup horizontal on her chest, held in place with her cleavage and sucked on the straw.

"Good God, your belly is huge now."

She slurped on the drink, which was starting to wobble against her chest as the cup emptied. Some of the liquid had poured out of the straw and was running down her chin.

"Put it down, or sit up, you're going to spill it."

She swatted the cup, grabbed it and placed it into the central cup holder. She reached her right hand up, gripped onto the support handle and hauled herself to sit upright. Her belly pushed out into a ball as she sat forwards, the dress tightened further around her waist as the thin plastic stretched. She burped loud.

"You look uncomfortable. Maybe you should take off your dress."

She looked into the camera, burped again, she took the lid off her cola, drank it then bent her body forwards as best she could, to drop the empty carton somewhere. The flimsy plastic dress could not take anymore stretching and it tore. There was no noise, or anything dramatic, the bin bag dress just split vertically up the side of her waist. She felt it coming undone, peering to look, she patted her side and picked at the hole. She grabbed the material and ripped it right across the middle, so her big, swollen belly could flop out and rest on her thighs.

she panted for breath for a moment and tried to cradle her belly for comfort, but it was too full. Her body was so stuffed and she had become so tired that it took her a huge amount of energy to move around even this much.

She looked into the camera, blinked slowly and flopped down on her back again, with her exposed gut sticking out, looking pale under the car's light inner light, stretched out painfully, rising and falling with each labored breath.

“Do you think you could roll onto your side? I'm not sure your body is used to that kind of pressure.” He said with concern.

Evie mumbled incoherently and gently rubbed her stomach.

He sighed through the speaker. “Look, I’ll keep an eye on you for a while. You really do look like you could burst.”

She let out a few pained burps and massaged her midriff very gently.

“Was nice to watch you tonight. Just try to take it easy. I don’t want to be worried about you all night.

The man she spent the night chatting with said nothing more and within a few moments, Evie started snoring.