Craving Fat

Morning

"Ah, Morning!"

Buried under the covers of her bed was a girl named Jane. She rose from her bed in her pajamas and rose her arms in a stretch, yawning in the process. As she put on her glasses from the nightstand, Jane noticed the second bed across the room was empty. The pillows and sheets were sloppily hanging from the bed, indicating its occupant woke up in a hurry. The silence of the room was shattered by an odd, alerting sound.

"UHHHHHHUHHURRRRRRRRRRRRRP!"

Jane sighs. "Yep, she's eating breakfast."

The bespectacled girl went downstairs and witness the spectacle of a red-headed girl at the kitchen, chowing down at a quantity of food that could feed a small family.

It was her roommate, Lalia.

Jane stood at the staircase and just watched in silence as the roommate stuffs her mouth with a large stack of pancakes soaked in a sea of butter and syrup. She ate at a fast pace as if her life depended on finishing those flapjacks. To any other person, this would be a sight to behold. To Jane, it's nothing more than a normal occurrence.

"Mmm, so GOOD! Oh, mornin' roomie!"

"Morning, Lalia," Jane said unsurprised.

It was then Jane noticed she smelled something other than pancakes. As she continued her trip down the stairs, she then saw other plates filled with food on the kitchen table. Hash browns, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, waffles, French toast, grits covered with melted cheese, and lastly, a plate of fruit salad. Jane sighed again, aside from being in shock and awe.

Jane approached the table and sat across from Lalia on a stool.

"I hope at least one of these plates was made for me."

Lalia paused her pancake chowdown. "Of course I made one for you, silly. Let me get it for ya."

Lalia put the fork down and rose from the table. As she rose, Jane couldn't help but notice her roommate's belly. It was a big, soft-looking potbelly that hung over the overstretched waistband of her polka-dot pajamas and lifted the bottom of her tank top, which looked quite snug trying to contain that G-sized bust. The belly jiggled in every single move Lalia made as she took out a plate from a microwave and placed it in front of Jane. The plate consisted of two hash browns, scrambled eggs, grits, three strips of bacon and a waffle: pretty much a condensed version of Lalia's meal. Or, a normal breakfast serving for one person.

"Thanks! You do care!"

The roommates shared a laugh. Lalia plops back on her stool and continues eating.

Jane started eating a hash brown. "So, what's the agenda today?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I want to try this baby out." Lalia pulled out a sleek black leather belt.

"Where'd you get that?"

"At the mall. This is supposed to be a top-of-the-line, ultra strength belt. It's said to endure the toughest force without wear or tear. The sales guy was talking a good game about it so I bought it immediately."

"For what? Don't you have enough belts upstairs in your drawer?"

"Yeah, but I want to see if this is the real deal, that it can withstand the stress of...you know..."

"Let me guess, your eating?"

"Absolutely! I'm going all out today. I'm hitting all the restaurant hot-spots. Buffets, pizzerias, delis, you name it. I want to prove that this belt here can take the awesome filling power of my belly. Jane...it's going to be the ultimate belt-buster."

Jane chuckled in amazement. "Lalia, you have GOT to be kidding me. You're already eating a week's worth of food and now you want to spend the whole day pigging out?"

"Yeah!" exclaimed Lalia as she finished the last bite of the plate of pancakes and rubbed her bloated stomach. "My belly hasn't failed me yet, Jane. This sucker can pack it in, and I'm guaranteed that it's up to the challenge. Time to continue my status as a "whole hog"! Ooh baby, it's going to be a special day!"

"Lalia, it sounds like any other day, just with a belt! You better hope the belt pops instead of you."

Lalia smiled as she started munching on her plate of eggs.

"Jane, I know what I'm doing. You've seen my past efforts from Halloween and Thanksgiving. My gut's a bottomless pit. As far as I'm concerned, I have no limit. I'm a real lean, mean, eating machine!"

"Minus the lean part," Jane joked as Lalia laughed out loud and grabbed her belly, jiggling it with full attention.

"UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRR! Whooeee!, better finish my breakfast! I've got a lot on my plate today!" Lalia piped with excitement as she demolished the eggs and began eliminating the plate of grits.

"You can say that again," Jane said as she continued to watch her roommate fill her belly with a mountain of a meal.