Bulking Up (And Out) Pt 17

Hey all. Here is the next part in the sequence. Only three more pages left to see what happens to our massive heroine. 

Enjoy. 

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“Just, chomp, just, burp, a few, BARRRPPPPP!”

Cassie swallowed what was left in her mouth and immediately dug her hand into the gooey center of the pumpkin pie, scooping out the orange, creamy insides and slurping them down. She felt a slight chill as the food passed her throat and into her belly, before letting out another massive belch. It reverberated through the fridge, causing her body to quiver as a result.

She had been at it for over an hour and had already gone through about 19 pies. It was an impressive number, but each pie still required time and she was running out of that. Sure, she had figured it would be harder than it actually was, as most of the pies were finished in about three to four gulps. That made things go faster than she had expected, that was for sure. It also made her really rationalize to herself that this wasn’t that hard at all, and, more importantly, that she really wasn’t eating that much pie. She believed Annette made them small.

Truth was, as she sat on a stool that was only holding on because it was low to the ground (which also meant her belly was precariously close to touching the floor), the pies her boss had made were normal size, it was just that her appetite had made them seem like appetizers. Each one was a calorie bomb of at least 1800 calories; calories that were only making it more and more likely that she’d be unable to sit in any chair at the restaurant before long.

The rabbit scooped the rest of the pie in her hand out and pushed it into her waiting maw, spilling some down her ample bosom and onto her hanging gut. At this point, any concerns of how she looked had gone out the window, since she had already fallen flat on her ass and ripped her clothes. They were just rags now, so she didn’t care how messy they got.

Cassie tossed the empty tin to the side and into the garbage she had set up before she burped once more and then let out a loud fart, clearing the required space to go in for pie number 20. There were only four left and she was very confident that she could finish them all. She grasped the garbage pail and moved it to the front of the fridge, putting it in the same line of sight as the remaining pies.

A sly smile spawned on her triply chinned face as she did her best to scoot forward, the seat glued to her massive cheeks. She groaned and grunted as she felt the metal push in between her cheeks and ginormous crack, brush up against her bushy tail. She tilted forward more, finally feeling her belly graze the cold floor.

“Grr, this, urp, chair, is, burp, so low! That, burp, bitch needs all new furniture”, she yelled to herself as she finally got close enough that a fat arm could reach the last shelf containing all that was left of Annette’s prized possessions. She glanced up at the wall behind the door and saw that it was coming close to when Annette would be finished in the office. Panicking, she knew she did not have much time left.

She grabbed half of the pie and stuffed it into her mouth, making a mess as the food got in her face, on her cheeks, chest, belly, and hair. The rabbit did not care, she just wanted to finish everything off before her boss came back. She quickly chewed and swallowed what was left before just bringing the tin itself to her face and dumping it’s contents into her maw. She threw the pie container into the garbage and smiled.

“I’m, urp, gonna, do this.”

The once proud fitness freak was on the verge of eating two dozen pies in just under an hour and a half. No one, not Kay, not Annette, not anyone, could have predicted this would have happened. It would lessen the blow of losing money on her advertising, though she would still be annoyed. But, seeing Cassie break a chair, and now have her belly and her rear almost dragging on the floor, not to mention knowing she had eaten two dozen pies, well, that would make her at least know her work hadn’t gone to waste.

That was none of Cassie’s concern, all that mattered was finishing the pies. With that, she grabbed pie number 22 and just ate it out of the tin, licking it clean in moments, burping once more as she went about finishing her plan. She looked up at pies 23 and 24 and double fisted them, stuffing one tin into her mouth, devouring all that was in it, then doing the same to the last one, before tossing the empty trays out and letting out a positively deafening belch that almost knocked the bottles in the back off their shelves. She had accomplished what she set out to do.

“This, burp, is payback, you big, burp, titted, wheeze, gasp, bitch” she sputtered out in between chews of pie.

She sat there, exhausted, but pleased with herself. She would just catch her breath and then throw stuff on top of the tins and walk out of the fridge with plenty of time to spare. She was so thrilled with herself that she ignored the stool coming up with her as she stood up slowly. She gave a wiggle, making her ass wobble and quiver tremendously before the stool dislodged itself, leaving just two balls of fat to crash into one another as she prepared everything else for her story.

She just stood there, grabbing the wall, catching her breath. Annette was going to be SO UPSET, she thought to herself, smiling and laughing in between wheezes and expulsions of gas from either end. Today had ended a lot better than she would have thought after falling on her ass. It was almost a victory, she thought to herself before taking a big breath and throwing other debris in the pail to cover up her exploits.  Now she’d just have to put on her best phony concerned face and Annette would never be the wiser. It was all too easy.