Mall Comic Sketch 7

Here is the next part. Our heroine is really starting to widen her appetite. 

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Loud chewing, belching, farting, and hands scrapping plates echoed through the “Early Bird Mall Diner” as a lone security guard stuffed her face. It was just before 8 am and outside of a few older people, Gina was the only person in the diner. Even still, the diner was actually churning out meals as if they were overbooked, all to accommodate the gluttonous doe.

“More, chomp, pancakes, Sheila. And, chomp, make, burp, me, urp, another triple cheese omelet with ham! Burp!”

“Su-sure, Gina”, replied Sheila, a timid pigeon who always felt like she had the misfortune of having to rush food out for this massive woman.

Gina chewed away, her arms moving as fast as they could to shovel food into her waiting maw. They were so heavy and ladled with lard that they did not move as quickly as she would have preferred, so instead she loaded up each fork or spoonful with an overabundance of food to make up for her speed. Even at the reduced speed, she was able to make short work of most dishes, stuffing them down her face and into her waiting stomach.

If anyone had approached her from behind, there was no way they would have ever guessed that the doe before them had once been able to squeeze into a size two dress. That seemed like it had happened to a different person, because the person in front of them was almost six times the size of the lithe fitness instructor who had once run a half marathon in under an hour and forty minutes.

Gina was huge, her beefy shoulders causing the work shirt to tear slightly in the back and at the sleeves as she ate, her hair cascading down to a roll at the middle of her back. Her back rolls flopped over one another, almost as if they were another stomach. Her biceps were already splitting the sleeves on another uniform, prompting Kyle to suggest she go sleeveless like so many of the other hefty guards on his staff.

Had she heard this comment even a year ago, Gina would have been repulsed. Wearing no sleeves was reserved for those guards that were just balls of fat, ones that were closing in on the half ton mark or had already exceeded it. She had never even thought about reaching half that size, even as she was gaining weight. Now though, after all she had been through, she thought not having to wear sleeves was a GOOD thing; it would mean she would be more comfortable and it meant she could breath better and not be so sweaty all the time.

“I’ll, chew, have, urp, to, rippppp, take Kyle up on that offer. No sleeves, chomp, would, oh, be good” she said to herself as she finished off her third Belgian waffle.

She shifted on her two stools, feeling her titanic ass brush up against stools on both sides of her ass. When she had started coming in a few months ago, her ass only took up a stool and a half. Now it took up two stools and was starting to inch over into the neighboring ones as well. Not that she cared much. It provided her with good support and balance, meaning she only had to worry about getting down, but that wasn’t a concern until she finished eating.

As she scooped up another forkful of French toast, Gina felt her stomach rumble and let out a little fart, one that while not loud still caused her body to ripple uncontrollably. Her belly pressed further into the counter top and her thighs quivered and slapped against both her gut and the stools underneath. Her stomach was exposed and it hit the cold metal, causing her to shudder just a bit. It was a pleasurable experience, so Gina decided to let another one rip, hoping to get the same reaction. It was an even longer one and this cause her globular gut to hit the stool again, hitting her once more with that wonderful sensation.

“He-he, that, feels, oh, good” she laughed out loud, her dull eyes drooping as bits of drool hung out of her fat maw. Her four chins jiggled as she finished up what was in her mouth before she grabbed her milk shake and took a big swig.

Gina had not only grown enormous but had also become a bit slower mentally. Not nearly as drastic as her weight gain, but it was clear she dropped a few IQ points too. Her determination was gone, now all she cared about was eating and other things that made her feel good. She had no need for working out or getting a new job, she had one that paid the bills and kept her well fed, there was no need to look for anything else.

“Urp, Sheila! I need, burp, pstttt, another milk shake too! And three pieces of cheesecake!”

She waved the glass as best she could, hoping the pigeon would return quickly. She was still starving and wanted to finish up before she went to Dunkin on the way to starting her shift at 9:30. The grumble in her stomach gave way to her passing a fart, clearing even more room for the cheesecake.

“He-he, that was a loud one”, she mused as she let another one out.

Restraint gone, Gina burped and farted more, laughing to herself as she continued to glut herself. This was her life now, and she seemed perfectly content.