Chapter 2 - the munchies

The house was warm, providing a bathing of comfort as we moved in. I shut the door behind us, forsaking the cold and standing there for a while. I realized we were daydreaming. 'Come on, let's eat!' I urged.
A light activated behind her blue eyes again and we scurried into the kitchen. As I turned the light on, she turned to me and I saw how red her eyes were. I nearly laughed.
'Alright, what have you got here? I'm so damn hungry, and you better get something. Quick!' she pressed.
'Calm down, calm down.' My own mouth was extremely dry now too. Cotton-mouth.
The next ten minutes, or however long it was in real-time, was a flurry of being distracted by cool things and returning to preparing food. By the end we had a bench full of chips, micro-wave meals, chocolate, lollies, pizza, chicken wings and more.
To distract the impatient Sarah, I sat her down and told her to listen to music. I put on Tool's "Wings for Marie, prt2: 10,000 days". At first she was reluctant to, but once the earphones were in and the play button was hit, I didn't hear from her again. I smiled to myself, remembering the first time I'd heard music while high. It was indescribable in the human tongue, so I won't even bother with an explanation of how that feels.
She was clearly entirely entranced by the music as she sat, slouched on the sofa, eyes distant and glazed. If she felt any discomfort in her cream skinny-jeans, she didn't show it. In her slouched position, the back of her shirt was dragged up, exposing a sliver of her flat stomach. I won't shy away from admitting I found her extremely sexy. I also won't hesitate to admit that bellies fascinated me ever since I was a child. Even more so, chubby ones.
As to not startle and scare the crap out of her, I gently waved a hand in her lined of vision. She looked up at me and quickly took her earphones out. 'What?'
'Food.'
Recollection flooded through her and she darted up to grab the food. A hot pizza box was there, which she took two slices from. Best choice. Her manner surprised me, as she sat back on the couch, shoving pizza-bite by pizza-bite down her throat. She barely chewed it.
I took some chicken-wings, savoring the taste, used to the satisfaction and not stuffing my face.
'Want me to bring the food over to you?' I asked.
'Yesh.' she slurred through a mouthful of pizza.
I shifted the coffee table so it was directly in front of her. I walked over to the food and grabbed the pizza box and dumped it on the table. 'There you go.'
She didn't reply, just kept staring ahead, eating with an animal ferocity. She could go for years.
That gave me an idea. I moved between the bench and the coffee table, stacking all the food items on the coffee table rather than the bench. If she was going to plow through this on the couch and forget it even happened by tomorrow, why not stuff her? Desires previously stored away and hidden burst into flight and I could barely help myself. I watched her as she plowed through the food pile. She didn't stop.
'Still hungry?' I asked.
She nodded vigorously and grabbed a packet of chips which I shared with her. Still, with no signs of letting up, she ate and ate and ate some more. She wiped a hand across her pretty mouth and continued.
I felt intense buzzing in my crotch and knew that this was the most arousing thing I had witnessed in my whole life. Sarah, my gorgeous best friend was stuffing herself, high and bloated right in front of my astonished and amazed eyes. I could barely find the belief in it.
Sarah's brow creased into a slight frown and she looked down at her stomach. It sat proud, heavy and bloated upon her waist. She snickered and ate faster, the food supply gradually dwindling. One delicate hand was on the mass of her belly, massaging it slowly. Her black shirt was sliding up, gradually letting her shallowed belly button peak through from underneath. All of this glorious sighting sat underneath her equally glorious C-cup breasts, wrapped in the fabric of her shirt. I wonder what would have happened if she took off her shirt. I wonder if they were proud and round as her belly was. I wondered if they were soft and smooth to the touch like velvet.
Sarah had finally finished all the food on the table, head lulling on her chest. Wait... all of the food on the table? But there was more than enough to feed an entire family there. All of that... went into that hugely bloated stomach? I thought.
'...How did you manage to finish all that?' I asked, astounded beyond belief.
'I was hungry,' she mumbled, looking down at her belly. She gazed at it, bleary-eyed. Looked like it was bed-time for someone.
'It's 3 in the morning. You should go to bed.'
'...I am very tired.' she grumbled. A little dose of cannabis before bed-time does wonders.
'Here, let me help you up,' I said as she started to heave herself up. Or at least try. Her mass of bloated belly stopped her from bending forward too much.
'Actually, no, don't get up. Use the couch as a bed for tonight. I'll find some blankets and clean up this mess for you ohk?'
Sarah mumbled something in reply and swung around so she was laying down of the couch, her belly high in the air, straining the weaving of her shirt.
I could feel my high wearing off now and I knew it was time for me to hit the sack soon too.
By the time I had found a few blankets, she was already breathing in deep, slow cycles, indicating deep sleep.
I cleared off the coffee table, not wanting her to be disgusted at her gorging when she woke up. I wanted her to pretty much forget what had happened with her bloating, clearing the way for a possible second one if she smoked again. That would be amazing.
Before I put the blankets over her, I couldn't help but feel, for the first time, what a woman's stomach feels like. Even centimeters away, a could feel the warmth on my hand as I lay it on her belly. I let it sit there for a moment. It was so soft... So smooth. So hard to the press as well, like tight leather. I could have slid my hands across her sensual, glorious skin for en eternity but I dread to think what would have happened if she had woken to find me feeling her.
I pulled the blankets over her and watched her delicacy radiate as she slept. Her crescent brows, crowning her large eyes. Her gorgeous mouth under her smooth nose. She was beautiful.