Party Crash

Erika inhaled deeply, drawing the cookies from the oven.  Chocolate chipped and soft as could be, she smiled contently to herself.  They looked utterly delicious, and she quickly slid the tray onto the burners of the stove so she could let out a sigh of relief.
"Whew!  Finally!  Every thing's ready for Catherine's party, and with plenty of time to spare."  The brunette noted, wiping her brow with her arm.  She moved the cookies from the tray to a plate, then covered it.  "I should go shower up before they get back."

Elsewhere, the cars were lined bumper to bumper, and the roads were caked in snow.  Annette sighed a bit, clutching the steering wheel, while Catherine looked off into the distance a bit, not that she could see beyond the next lane over.
"-and traffic is currently backed up on the Interstate, going all the way to Exit 15A to route 195 due to the weather", the radio crackled at the two.  Catherine let out a forlorn sigh.  The day had been going well since her trip to her family part of her birthday.  Now that it was time to go home, of COURSE things go wrong.
Annette offered a look seeing Catherine so miserable.  "I don't suppose you'd be willing to use your birthday wish on a snow plow..." she joked lightly.

Erika didn't notice the cold too much.  Not only was the home nice and toasty, but her shower was refreshing and steamy.  Taking her time, she made sure she was pristine.  Hair blow dried, small dabs of perfume.    She fished through the closet for a perfect outfit.
"Let's see...it should be back here somewhere..." she mumbled to herself, shifting clothes in the closet around while she hunted in the nude.  Her breasts hung free and heavy, since the outfit she wanted required no bra for the day.  "Gosh.  I just realized, it's been so long since I've worn it.  I hope it still fits- Ah!  There it is!"
She smiled, plucking the skirt and top combo from the selection, and smiled, nodding.  The colors were still vibrant, and aside from a slight bit of easily shaken off dust, it was as good as the first time she wore it.  She slipped in quickly, before she could catch a chill, and swiftly applied her make up.  She figured if Catherine's birthday was that bit of a deal, a little lipstick and blush wouldn't hurt her.  Her lips glistened, as she made sure it was all-
"There!  Perfect!"  Her eyes darted downward at her strapless tube top of a shirt.  "Well...I suppose the dress is a little tight now, but it's not so bad!"  She remarked at her over-abundance of flesh wanting to escape from the rather ill-fitting prison.  "Hopefully Annette and Catherine don't me 'hanging out' like this!"  She chuckled to herself a little, the giggle sending a small wave of jiggling through the twins.
Soon enough, she was in the living room, just idlely flipping through channels whilst she waited.  No sense getting too involved in a video game with the party looming so close... she tended to get way too into those!  She sighed a bit, rubbing her tummy.  "I knew I should have eaten something earlier", she thought to herself.  "Why didn't I fix myself something?"  Her eyes glanced over the table, practically overflowing with delights and treats.  "Oh right.  I was busy preparing all the food for the party."  Her eyes ran up to the clock, as the seconds ticked on by.  "Where are they, anyway?  The party was supposed to start a half hour ago!"  She sighed again, hoping the TV would take her mind off things, though her stomach gave a bit of a protest growl.
"-Known you were hiding out here in this pizza parlor, Ted." the speaker on the TV said in a faintly Brooklynese accent.  Looked to be a mob movie.
"What?" 'Ted' responded.  "You make it sound like a guy isn't allowed to get a meatball sub around here!"  He brandished the food like a weapon at the trench coat wearing detective.
"That ain't the point!" the square jawed gumshoe snapped back.  "Look, you know why I'm here, and fine Italian cuisine ain't that reason!"  Erika's brow tensed a bit.  The food in the film DID look tasty...her stomach tensed a bit as it let out another growl.  She bit her lower lip slightly.
"Hey wait, isn't that Johnny outside?" one of the cast members asked.  Erika didn't really notice who, as the film was less interesting to her.  A door was kicked open as a fedora wearing tough guy burst into the scene.  His gun fired off.  Erika was off at the shot, hand diving into a snack bowl, ready to eat something.

Catherine clutched at her own tummy a bit.  "So...hungry..." she complained, still bitter the traffic held them up for so long.  Annette glanced at the grimace on Catherine's face and the hands gripping her middle.  "Boy.." the blonde remarked.  "I sure hope Erika prepared a lot of food."

Erika poured the M&Ms from her hand to her mouth, eyes closed with her head craned back as her free hand reached for something else.  The snacking had gone on for quite a while, and the movie might have ended for all she knew.  It was commercials now, at any rate.
"-Because if you have a phone, you have a lawyer," The TV droned on.  Fudge brownies and sugar cookies followed the sweet candy, eating rather swiftly.  It only took a little before she was realizing how hungry she was.
"Silly rabbit!"  She licked at her fingers, not wanting to waste a bit.  Her cooking was good.  Almost famously amongst her peers.  There were no leftovers, because people always had seconds or even thirds.  And of course, she was a bit of a glutton herself.  Her hand clutched a sandwich tightly, hearty bites taken out of it.  Her eyes still closed, she let out a mmm of delight.  It was so good.  A noise made her eyes snap open, cheeks stuffed with sandwich.
Bells.  The phone was ringing.  She looked towards it, sauce dripping from the back of the sandwich to her bulging belly.  It had grown stupendously in the binge, filling her lap as she ate.  She wasn't even aware it was so large, she was so involved in her unchecked gluttony.  The phone rang again as her eyes caught the plates.
Empty.  All empty.  She had eaten everything she had prepared for her friends and herself.  Her eyes widened in worry, shock, disbelief.  "Oh no.." she gasped inwardly, gulping hard as she burst from the seat to reach the phone.  It rang again.
"W-wait a minute!" she called to it, knowing it wouldn't help but she was worrying now.  Her fingers wrapped around it, lifting it up as she put the piece to her ear.
"Hey Erika!" came the rather perky voice on the other end.
"Ah!  Catherine!  E-Every thing's fine!" the brunette reassured as she leaned down against the table.  She wasn't standing up straight, as she had rushed into a half dive to get at the phone.  Her belly stuck out proudly as she clung onto the table edge with one hand.
"Ha!" Catherine laughed over the phone.  "You bet it is!  Oh, yeah.  Sorry we're late.  We ran into some traffic earlier, but it's all cleared now so we're on our way!"  A happy little giggle came from the ear piece.  "Can't wait to get back!  I've been looking to eating all that great food you've prepared all day!"
Erika clung to the phone tightly, standing up straight now. Her eyes darted over the table, hoping that if she looked REALLY hard, maybe the food would still be there.  She bit her lip.  "Er...well...um.."  She was interrupted as another happy chuckle came into her ear.
"In fact, I'm absolutely famished!  Hopefully we'll be back really soon.  Anyway, I just wanted to let you know we're finally on our way again.  Catch ya later!"  Catherine smiled, folding up the cell phone as she hung.  Annette gave a soft glare.  Her face wasn't harsh, just a bit annoyed.
"How can you be 'absolutely famished' when you just had a couple of burgers from that fast food joint?"  She shook her head slightly as Catherine just happily patted her tummy, saying nothing.

"Oh no, oh no oh NO! I'm such an idiot!" Bowls clattered in the kitchen as Erika burst through with nearly inhuman speed.  The door to the fridge was pulled open hard as she grabbed anything that could help.  "How could I just space out like that and eat everything?  They're going to be furious with me!"  Milk, sugar, flour, all were shoved to the counter.  She sighed a bit as she opened the wine cabinet.
"Calm down, Erika," she reassured herself.  "They should still be pretty far.  I ought to have plenty of time to prepare some more food.  Yeah, that's right!  No need to panic!" She smiled very nervously as she sifted through for something strong and calming.  Eventually she grabbed bottle of rum, knowing Catherine would use it to celebrate a particularly tough job.  She popped the cork, not normally one for the alcoholic drinks...but she needed a nerve calmer.
"Just have yourself a little drink to cool off first.  That's it..." Filling a glass, she quickly took it to her lips and downed the shot with little resistance.  She put the glass down and clapped her hands together.  "Alright...more food!"
She gripped the spoon tightly, mixing up a batch of batter while swiftly going between a second.  Erika's cooking multi-tasking was impressive, and had she not been so nervous she would have tried to make a third thing as well.  The rum bottle was in her hand again as she shook in some salt.  She ignored the glass this time, as she needed to ration her time well.  An egg cracked and added to one of the batters, drooping lazily into the mixture.  A quick spin and suddenly she was already putting a tray for the cinnamon buns into the oven.  The door closed, she returned to the counter, adding some whipped cream to a small stack of pancakes.  Slyly looking, as if someone was there to scold her, she quickly snuck some whipped cream into her mouth too.
She added more batter to the pan.  Time was flying by, as she flipped the cakes with a wrist flick.  Soon enough, the rum bottle was chugged some more.  She pressed in closer to the stove, bulging belly nearly kissing it as she she flicked her wrist hard to flip the pancakes again.  They went soaring into the air.  She tugged the door open and pulled the cinnamon rolls out, setting them down to cool.  The pancakes fell down, seemingly in slow motion as Erika held her mouth open to catch them. The stack practically formed on her tongue.  A happy gulp put an end to them.  Hands reached for the fresh cinnamon snacks, and she gulped them down like popcorn.  Even the bottle was not free from her gulping wrath as she finished it off.  She leaned on the counter, a bit wobbly and tired.  She had managed to finish off every snack she had intended to make.  Her head turned slowly as she noticed someone in the hallway - her reflection.
She wobbled out to get a nice look at herself.  "Well..*hic* who do we have here?"  She asked coyly to the nerd in the mirror.  She licked some stray crumbs from the corner of her mouth.  A demure chuckle followed.  "Erika Winthrop, you have made a true mess of yourself."  Her hand was up to brush some hair out of her eyes, and she leaned in to get a better glance.  "But then, how can I stay mad at this huge rack?" Crumbs and icing had managed to coat it in her cooking frenzy, and she smiled despite herself.  "Oh lookie...you missed something."  She pressed her arms down, touching a table top as she pulled herself back, before releasing, thrusting her belly out.  It bumped her chest up to meet her face, and she eagerly gulped the remnants of her cooking in an eye blink.  "Babe... you can do wrong."
Smiling to herself, she turned to gracefully return to the living room.
At least, that's what she TRIED to do.  Her belly seemed to wait by the mirror for a second, before catching up.  Lethargically it swung, slamming into a table and sending it scattering.  Books flew off, a vase tossed in another direction as she looked down for the first time.  "Oh my!" She gasped in surprise, noticing something that wasn't there before.  Her belly continued to follow the inertia, and nearly took another table with it.
"That was a..." She gasped out, eyes widening in shock.  Her arms reached down to restrain it.  They clung to the sides, smacking it with a dull thud.  "...a belly!"  Now that she seemed to realize it was there, it only seemed larger and heavier than ever.  Her balance was thrown off as she could barely grip it.  "A big..." She tottered backwards, nearly slamming her head into mirror.  She couldn't hold onto her stomach, as much as there was.
"...BIG..." she winced out as her rump hit the ground.  Her belly hit just as hard, giving a hard slap between her legs.  It forced them to spread, and rested heavily on the floor.  It jiggled lightly from the shock, though her knees worked hard to restrain it...though it was pushing out even farther than that.  It nearly recoiled from the slam, forcing the sitting Erika to lay down.  "...a REALLY big..." It sloshed loudly, jiggling back to a more neutral position.  Though it was not through with destruction, as its girth caused a stack of donuts to fall.  Erika gazed up as the tower of boxes was ready to fall over her, donuts jumping free from the pink cardboard containers.  She reacted instantly, mouth open and tongue out.  Gulp, gulp, gulp!  One, two, ten, twenty... her belly rumbled as it grew even larger with all the food she was stuffing into herself.  She hiccuped a little as she tried to prop herself up a bit better.  A late arriving donut descended upon her, and she was more than ready, as it vanished between two ruby lips.  GULP!  "...belly!!" she finally got out, staring at the vast mid section that could only belong to her.  It was titanic, daunting as she tried to take in the situation.  She didn't have long to think, however, before she heard a sound go through her like a knife.  That familiar ringing.  "Uh oh.." she said, face a bit flush as she knew who it was.
Crawling on her belly (which was a bit harder than it needed to be, what with it surpassing her knees), she slowly moaned and groaned her way to the ringing phone.  She sighed a bit, arm reaching slowly for it.  Eventually it was wrest free, and she brought it to her ear.  She was ready to ask who it was, but all that came out was a rather noticeable hiccup.  She gulped after it came free.
Annette was not amused on the other side of the phone.  "What's up." Her voice was nearly a monotone, and Catherine gave a simple smile, hoping to hear nice things second hand despite this.
"Oh my gosh!  Annette!  Are you guys still coming over or something'?"  Erika slurred a bit, and hiccuped a second time.  Her arms were working to prop her body up, clinging to the table tight as she climbed upward.  She eventually was on two feet again, stance wide as she used the table for support, stomach jiggling back to "proper" alignment.  She let out a rum flavored sigh.
"Yeah, we're still coming.  Erika, are you drinking?"  Annette's face grew a bit more stern, as she hated having to play common sense for Erika sometimes.  Back at home, Erika craned down to reach for something that caught her eyes.  She held the phone between her shoulders as she hefted up an economy sized container of vanilla milkshake.
"Drinking what?" she asked innocently, hugging the can.
"The sauce.  Booze."  Annette's brow knit more.  "If you've been drinking without us, Erika...!"
"I'm only drinking a little bit.." the response came shyly.  The drum was at her face, and she had popped it open.  She smiled a lazy grin and brought it to her lips.
"Anyways, I'm sorry.." Annette sighed, feeling a bit less stressed out.  "It's just that stuck behind a minivan that can't budge so... I was calling to say I don't know how long-"
Erika was listening, but the milkshake was more distracting.  Her throat rhythmically moved to push the sweet drink into her seemingly bottomless stomach.  Each heavy gulp was accompianed by her belly swelling out more and more.  A loud crash was heard as the beast of a stomach grew out, slamming into the walls.
"...what was that sound?" the voice on the phone asked.
Erika responded with a happy sigh, carelessly throwing the now empty container away.  She smiled, quite pleased with herself in her drunken state.  "You wanna hear a cool sound?"  the brunette asked.  She rest the phone on her belly and brought an arm forward.  It couldn't even reach half way to her own front.  There was so much of it, it was easily as big, if not bigger than her.  She gave the side some firm slaps, causing slow jiggles to go through her.  Like a huge flesh drum she pounded on her own bloated mid-section, producing oceans of sloshing noises and dull thuds.
Catherine looked horrified as she could hear such familiar sounds come through the phone line.  Erika's voice gave a giggle and started to roll call out the contents of the zeppelin gut.  "Milkshake... five gallons.  Cinnamon rolls... eight of those!"  Slosh slosh.  "A couple dozen pancakes.  Doughnuts... 38, at least.  A pie...I forget the flavor.." Slosh slosh.  "And..."
The redhead grabbed the phone from Annette's grip, ready to explode.  "What have you don to my birthday cake?!" She shouted into the mouthpiece.  Annette winced, remarking "Good ear..." as the pudgy ponytailed one took over the conversation.
Erika pointed the receiver into her cleavage, giggling a bit.  "Oh come on, Catherine.  How can you stay mad at this huge rack of mine!"  She laughed a bit, hiccuping.
"I'm going to suffocate you with those, you monster!!" Catherine roared back in response.
"You know what I'm gonna do?  While I'm stuffed beyond all comprehension?"  The brunette at home grinned deviously.  "I'm going to update your myspace page."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Catherine slammed the phone down and nearly stepped on Annette's foot from the passenger seat.  "Drive, NOW!"

Hours later, Erika pouted at her two friends.  "Oh come on...I said I was sorry...share?"  She smiled sweetly.
Catherine patted her fat middle, but glared.  "You are SO lucky we found you passed out on the floor before even getting to my computer."  She huffed.  "And that my precious cake was okay.  The fact that you got me a Wii is the only reason you're not outside!"
Annette almost snorted out a laugh.  "I don't think she could have FIT out the front door.  Seriously, Erika?  What were you THINKING?  We already have one butterball who thinks with her stomach before her head!"
Catherine nodded, before realizing it wasn't the best compliment.  "Heeey..."
Erika moaned out being 'wounded' so.  "Yeah, but you used my money to buy the pizzas too...and you got so many..."
Annette stood up, pants unbuttoned to let her own dinner filled belly have freedom.  It bounced a bit as she wandered over to Erika, hands on her hips.  "You ate THAT much and you still want some pizza!  Is there any bottom to that thing?!"  She huffed a bit, quick to shift the fact that she had eaten an amount of pizza that wasn't exactly modest.
Erika batted her lashes.  "Oh...but it's my favorite style and everything.  Just a slice?  Maybe one of the pies?"  Her stomach gurgled as she rested as best she could.  The behemoth of flesh sloshed contently as it worked to digest the food.  Erika would have crossed her hands to beg, if she wasn't so tired from her drunken binge.  "I mean, you can't finish it all, no sense in wasting it...just a couple of pies?"
"Pleeease?"