by JD2000
T’was the festive season and Emma was preparing a feast fit for a king. She was so happy to be cooking so much delicious food that she could hardly contain herself. She blissfully hummed merry tunes to herself as she took out the biggest roast turkey that she could buy from the oven. Placing the large plump crispy baked bird on the table, she stepped back to admire her handy work. It was like something out of a children’s book, potato’s roasted golden brown with crunchy edges, a large tray of sausage meatballs, stuffing, rich thick gravy, peas with melted butter, piles of carrots and countless other tasty sundries. The table was jammed full. The luscious rich odours, wafting around the kitchen, enlightened the wonderful meal ahead. She clasped her baking gloves to her chest, swaying with happiness, her thick long curly honeycombed blonde hair, was tied up and back. She wore a new beautiful royal blue dress and shoes that she’s bought of a market stall with frills on the bottom and a white apron on top. “Strange man” she thought about the stall owner, he had such blue eyes, he told her they would give her hearts desire and that they would never ever tear or wear out, they fitted her like gloves, was cheep and very, very comfortable. “But enough of that,” she told herself, she wanted to look like an old world cook this Christmas and was please as punch that everything had gone so well. Hanging up the gloves, she couldn’t resist picking of a delicious looking piece of smoked bacon from the sizzling turkey. “Yummy!” she thought, as she chomped down on the fine meat. “This is just too good to resist. I’ll have just one more piece,” she told herself. And so she did. And then another, “Hmm” she thought, looking down at the remaining prices of bacon, now looking a little bit scarce on the large bird. Emma grinned as a thought entered her head, “What they don’t know…” she told herself and promptly downed the rest of the bacon. Licking her fingers as she finished the last bit, Emma suddenly could not resist trying the roasted potatoes. She plucked the crunchiest looking potato she could see and popped in into her mouth. “Ohh” she murmured as the flavour hit her senses. “One more and that’s it,” She thought as she down another, the melted butter rolling down her chin. Emma picked up a small baguette, wiped away the butter, and then, she dipped it into the thick gravy and consumed it three big bites. She clasped her hands on her tummy, rubbing them slowly up and down, looking at the all the food, suddenly so very, very hungry. She stood there, her mouth, slightly open. She’d always loved eating. One of her hobbies was to stuff herself full. She was not fat, but she was big, nearly 6ft in fact, an Amazon, with voracious curves. “I won’t let them in” she smiled to herself and with that, Emma tore a leg off the turkey and bit deep and hard into the meat, swallowing it down as fast as she could. She was barley able to contain herself, without pausing, she picked up the large bowl of potato’s, cradled it under one arm, and ate one after another, wiping the dish clean with some bread. “Ahh” she gasped as she finished the last one, looking at the piles of food, spread out before her, grabbing for the nearest item - a big bowl of Swede. She spooned it down in minutes and was chomping on the other leg of the turkey before she had even put the bowl back. She then downed all the sausage meat, followed swiftly by all the peas, drank the gravy in one big long gulp and picked up the stuffing like it was a cake and guzzled it down as fast as she could. She kept cutting off huge slices of turkey and chomped on them until it was stripped to the bone. Emma paused for a moment, to be honest; she was not really sure what had come over her. “Phew!” She said in amazement at all her sudden eating, feeling a bit full. She looked down and saw that her belly was protruding outwards. She had been so busy eating that she had not noticed it getting larger. “Oblivious really” she thought as she looked down at her widened midsection. Suddenly, she felt a slight pressure in her tummy and she belched. A slow, deep mild eruption of wind, which she instinctively put one hand on her stomach and the other on her mouth. As this happened, she felt her belly physically grow larger and wider. She looked down in surprise and actually saw it slowly growing as she belched. When she stopped, so did it. Emma gasped! She put both hands on her midsection; to make sure she was not dreaming. It felt firm and solid and she found that she quite liked it and that she also liked the appearance that it gave her. She looked again at the table, still covered with food, she had no idea what or how, but her belly had grown enough to allow her to eat more. Her eyes widened with delight as realised what she might be able to do. Without another thought, she swiftly worked her way around the table, eating everything as fast as she could, gulping down huge slices of ham, baked tomatoes, boiled cabbage and a tray of sprouts, along with the cranberry sauce which she had so carefully prepared. A tray of buffet sausage rolls, smoked salmon and prawns, she ate them all and looked for more. And each time she started to feel full, she’d belch a little and would grow some more. She ate the desserts, trifles, rice and Christmas puddings; jam tarts and custard, cheesecakes, chocolate moose’s, rocking backwards and forwards with pleasure as she guzzled and gulped each and every last bite down, her stomach gurgling and bloating more and more with each mouthful, soon jutting out across the table top. Finally, when she’d eaten everything on the table, she sat back on a chair, her belly was so big now that she had to spread her legs out and arch herself back. Emma felt so happy as she sat there, lovingly caressing her massive mound. Her cloths looked so tight that they might tear at any moment. She had no idea how she was going to explain this, but right now, she did not care. She’d worry about that later. “Hmmm, I’m so full” she mused with her eyes closed. A big satisfied grin upon her face as she thought about all that food inside her. She cupped her stomach in her hands and then suddenly felt a tingling sensation. She opened an eye and looked down at herself, she thought she could hear what sounded like something tearing or branches breaking. At first she thought it might be her dress, it was stretched impossibly tight around her. Then, she realised that it was coming from inside her! She wriggled on the chair for a bit, feeling a pressure building and tried to burp, but found that she could not. Then, with one hand on her stomach, Emma let out the deepest longest belch she had ever done in her life. Her eyes widened in amazement as her stomach surged even further outwards, but it was more than that she realised, she was getting bigger all over. Her hips and chest were stretching wider, and her legs felt stronger. She could feel and hear the chair creaking with the extra weight. Oddly enough, all she could think about was her shoes, and how strange it was that they still fitted. When it was over, Emma stood up and looked in astonishment at herself, her stomach was monstrously huge! If she thought it was big before, it was nothing compared to the size of it now. Her whole body seemed to have adjusted just to suit it, her hands, and arms, all was bigger, mainly at the belly, but without question, all of her had grown larger. She guessed that she must be around 7ft tall now, about 4ft wide and also happily noticed she could no longer reach around her own midsection. And, as she found herself grinning wildly at her increased mass, the thought excited her and she wanted more. She also felt very, very hungry. She waddled over to the fridge and open its door, it was packed full of foods for the holiday season. She found that she had to lean down and forward a little, but that did not bother her, she knew that this was because she was so big and this made her feel even better. Smiling, she ate like never before, drinking all the milk, all the juices, and somehow she was also able to handle things like raw and frozen meats; legs of lamb, pork chops and beefs. Emma also noticed that for some reason she was able to open her mouth wider than normal, at first she assumed this was because of her increased sized, but then she began to realise that her cheeks were stretching around the larger foods and her neck seemed to bulge outwards around whatever she was swallowing down and her jaw seem to stretch out and back like rubber. This was great she thought, because it meant that she could stuff more and food into her mouth. She was also spending less and less time actually eating the foods, she was swallowing more and more things down whole. She also found that she could suck up bits and pieces like large gateau’s and then, by accident, she shoved in an unopened packet of yogurts. “Oh my!” she thought alarmingly. It had just kind of happened, she was so busy stuffing herself, that she had intended to peel open the corner with her teeth, but once it entered her mouth, it did not taste too bad and before she knew it, she’d gulped it down. With one hand resting on her massive belly, the other at her mouth, this stopped her for a moment; she’d just eaten plastic and was not sure what to do. She could hardly go to the doctors she thought and then she felt the pressure building again inside her. “Here we go again” She grinned. “Buuuurrrrrrp” Emma looked on in awe as her stomach ballooned outwards, making her even taller as it swelled. She now towered over the fridge, her clothing, it material stretched beyond belief, almost looked like it was painted on. Her belly is vastly disproportionate to the rest of her, but somehow her whole body was adapting to its increasing girth. “HA!” She laughed aloud, patting her 6ft wide tum like a drum - this was the best Christmas ever! Seeing that there were still some foods left in the fridge, Emma had to kneel down and lay on her enormous belly to be able to reach in. when she did, she found that she like the feeling it gave her, of her impossible orb, spread out on the floor beneath her. “Mmm!” she sighed, wriggling herself into a better position for eating, “Nice”. Scanning the fridge again, she reaches for whatever was left in there, strawberry trifles, various cheeses, fish, raw fish and burgers, all swallowed down in massive gulps. Her belly gurgling loudly as she fills it more and more. Emma also finds that she can handle still sealed foods now, she don’t know if it had anything to do with those yogurts or her increased sized but, certain things are also starting to look and smell tasty to her. She’s eating the packaging as well as all the contents now, tubs of butter, ready meals, and boxes of pizzas. Not once did she pause as she wolfs them down. All that is herd is the sound of her guzzling; her belly pulsates with excitement as it fills more and more. Soon, she’s eaten everything in the fridge. Not resting for a second, Emma rolls back up into a standing position, turns around and opens the big freezer door. Licking her lips and grinning wildly, she grabs at the frozen foods. Tray after tray she consumes, not caring what it is, frozen joints, followed by ice-creams, armful after armful of foods, crammed into her mouth as fast as she can, almost as if her life depended on it. She steadily, and surely works her way down through the freezer, she also finds that it is easier to pull the whole tray out, lift it above her head and tip the contents straight down into her wide open mouth, throwing the empty trays to one side after while reaching for the next. Pretty soon Emma has emptied the freezer and turns her hungry attention to the cupboards, scanning for whatever she can come across, packets of rice and pasta, bags of sugar and boxes of cereals, all pushed down as quickly as she can. She’s almost completely round now - over eight feet tall, a massive belly that is still hungry, with strong arms and legs sticking out, and a head high on top, yet still feminine to look at, her hips were very wide now, still clearly visible and powerful looking. She looks like an exaggeration, as if someone’s taken a foot-pump to her and blown her up, with most of the air going to her big tight belly, almost cartoonish in appearance, not fat, just bigger, stronger but impossibly real at the same time with the blue dress stretched so tight around her huge rounded waistline. She looks around the kitchen, suddenly feeling a bit cramped in here, she eaten so much and grown so huge that she can hardly move around in there and her belly keeps bumping into things. She giggles at the thought of this and uses her huge belly to push that table and chairs back, liking the thought of its overwhelming power, she suddenly fancies to smother her boyfriend with it and to pin him down under her huge stomach, a wall of belly and then wriggle around on top of him, to feel him squirm feebly under its hugeness, its weight. He’d be powerless. “Ooh” she thinks pleasurably, liking the image this conjures, both hands rubbing her enormous orb, moving her meaty bulk slowly around and around, up and down, back and forth, slowly gyrating her enlarged hips, thrusting her massive mound out further, her eyes closed and biting her own lip at such dark thoughts, then suddenly, Emma realises that she’s eaten all the food in here, there’s nothing left, everything is bare, and she’s even eaten things like salt & pepper - just because they were there. “OH no!” she wails, her mind racing for a solution, when “I know,” elation, spreading across her face. Emma squeezed her way out of the kitchen, which was not easy; she was far too large now to really fit trough the doorframe. She huffs and puffs, undulating and twisting her massive belly out of the now tiny room, pulling her self through with her arms on the walls. “Sheesh!” she sighs as she finally pops her way out of the kitchen only to find herself stuck in the corridor. “Arrgh!” Emma utters in frustration, as she has to, push, kick and scramble her way down the corridor. Her massive belly, squeezing its way down the hall, pinned on either side by the walls. A part of her likes it though, the thought of her belly being too large to fit down a corridor, the feel of all her swollen flesh, pressing tighter and tighter against the walls as she swells, blocking the whole thing with her mass, inwardly, she laughing with glee. She’d like to crush - no, save such thoughts for later she tells herself. When she finally she makes it to the front door, she lets out a huge sigh of relief - all this work was making her very hungry again and she could not wait for what was coming next. Instinctively, Emma grabs her cashmere overcoat, and then looks at it for a second, and laughs. She removes the apron and puts the coat on anyway, well, as best as it’ll fit, it’s a bit tight on her arms and across the shoulders and she knows there is no chance of it covering her and, pocketing her set of keys, opens the street door. After another war with a doorframe, she emerges onto a very quiet street, relieved that she can now stand up again. She pauses for a short rest by the door when she can reel the rumbling sensation again. “Uh-oh” she murmurs as another long deep burp emerges from within her. Rubbing the sides of her belly, Emma swells vaster and vaster, nine, ten, eleven feet tall and grows almost as wide, suddenly very glad that she is out doors. She looks down at herself - even more amazed at how big she has become, at how big her belly is. “I want more,” she says to herself, briefly wondering at how this could have happened to her, she feels the hunger urges again and then sets off for her destination. Waddling down the street as quick as she can, not a soul dose she once sees on her journey, everyone is indoors, enjoying their Christmas meals. A thought that makes her feel even more hungry, but, she tells herself, on the plus side, there’s nobody about and that makes it far easier for her to move about. Emma suddenly realises that right about now her guests should be turning up “Oh well” she shrugs and carries on moving faster now as she begins to really feel hungry. Pretty soon Emma arrives at her destination, the place where she is currently working - the hypermarket. By chance, she was the last one to leave before the holidays and that meant that she had all the keys. With an increasing urgency, she takes them out of her pocket and opens the large sliding glass doors. Ducking slightly to enter, Emma locks the doors behind her and then disables the alarms. “Don’t want to be disturbed now do we?” she says to her belly, patting it. She takes in the sight and, although she’s been working here for far too long in her view and knows the layout backwards, she’s never seen it as she dose now - aisle after aisle of countless foods. “Ohhh! She cannot bare it and runs at the nearest one - the biscuit aisle. She grabs at whatever is nearest, not caring what type of biscuit, not even bothering to open them, Emma shoves in packet after packet, standard size, big tins, family packets, dark chocolate, white chocolate, crunchy, figs whatever she can reach, gobbled down as quick as she can, methodically working her way down the long aisle. Her belly, gorging and gurgling aloud as she eats and eats, not missing even a single packet. Then, as she reaches the end of the aisle, feeling a little full, Emma sighs a content, but happy groan. “I’m so big,” she says, rubbing the top of her enormous belly happily. Looking down at the aisle of the now empty shelf to admire her handy work and please with all that eating, “More” she tells herself. Then, once again, Emma can feel the pressure building within her. Her eyes widen with excitement at the thought of herself getting even larger “How big am I going to get?” she wonders. And sure enough, another long belch erupts from her lips, her belly swelling outwards in perfect time with it, 12, 13, 14, 15 feet tall she balloons to, her coat, tearing off her now and falling uselessly to the floor, while the dress strangely stretches with her and looking down at her self, Emma estimates she’s at least 15 feet around, if not wider, she cannot see her feet any more, although, she certainly can feel them, and feel how strong they’ve become. “Ahh. The second course” she says to herself, turning to face the next isle and licking her lips. She can only just fit down in between the isles now and is having to reach further and further down to reach the foods, her belly is so large now that it is pressing on both sides of the isles and protrudes over the top of the shelves, but with her size and bulk she is easily able to knock the shelves back. Oh how she likes her big belly now, the sheer bulk and overbearing of it, of all that food consumed and added to her. It makes her so hungry. She chomps and guzzles whole packets of large soft rolls, sponge cakes and jam tarts. Like a woman possessed, Emma then continues to swallow all the mixing ingredients, sultanas, and bags of flour, yeast, mixed herbs and spices. Not pausing for breath, in fact eating faster, each swallow bigger and more pressing than the last, crisps, fruit juices and pop, and again, she notices the belches are coming more and more frequently. Each time she’d starts to feel full, a little burp would utter forth and she swell a little more and would have more room for food. Her stomach, churning and gurgling as Emma endlessly thrust more and more larger amounts of foods into it as fast as she can, steadily, astoundingly, her stomach creeps outwards more and more with each swallow, the dress, impossibly tight, like a second skin, stretching like never before. She looses track of time as she worked her way through the hypermarket, eating row after row of countless foods. She also found, that certain types of shelf, she could remove, this made eating all the much easier, she’s lift them up at an angle to her head and tilt it so that the foods slid down off the shelf and into her waiting maw. She ate all the powdered coffees and teas, the cheeses, the frozen foods which she seem to just vacuum into her, she was over twenty feet tall and around twenty five feet wide now and was starting to have a lot of trouble moving around in there, she was always bumping into something. But again, she did not mind, it pleased her immensely, the thought of being so huge, it made her want to eat more. She was eating all the vegetables when she suddenly noticed something, she had, once again rolled forward on her massive belly, deliberately crushing a counter, to reach the foods, when, as she stood back up, knocking over some shelves behind her, she noticed that her head was pressed against the ceiling! She’d grown so large that she was in danger of becoming stuck in here. “Hmm” she thought, fortunately, the shop was nearly empty now of food and Emma began to eat her way towards the stockroom, making sure that she did not miss a single item and although she could not explain it, but now she was able to somehow handle tins and glass, finishing off all the cans of fruit, soups and bottles of curried and other assorted sauces. When she got to the door, Emma suddenly realised another problem, she was far too large to fit through it. She bashed her big bounding belly on the wall in frustration; the thought of all that food in there was unbearable. The walls shattered under her enormous weight and Emma found herself with an opening that she could just fit through. “Wee! Here we go!” she said gleefully as she took in the stockroom. It was much taller in here, and was packed with creates and piles of boxes as far as she could see. Without batting an eye, she grabs the nearest box, not caring what its contents are and stuffs it down whole - “Yummy!” she yells, and soon, after 4 more boxes she’s feeling a little bloated again. “Heh!” she smiles knowing what will happen next, and sure enough, like before she can feel a pressure building within her. Only this time, it feels a lot more intense; Emma rests her hands on her enormous belly as far as she can as the pressure grows. A look of concern appears on her face as the pressure builds and builds within her. When suddenly, she lets out an unearthly belch, her eyes widen with astonishment at he weight of it. Her belly shudders and jolts at the power of it, knocking over pallets of cakes and tins of custard and then balloons like never before in alarming bursts, twenty feet, twenty-five feet, thirty-feet round as Emma swells larger and larger, filling the huge room with her incredible bulk, at forty feet, and she finds she can reach the ceiling with her outstretched arms and can feel the walls against her belly, but still she’s belching and still her stomach is growing amazingly round, pressing tighter and tighter against the walls, pushing, crushing everything back and under it as she swells further and further out. And she finds, that she willing it on, making herself swell more, almost hoping that… Then, just as her head is starting to be pressed hard against the roof, it stops. “Phew!” she gasps, her breathing short and shallow and realises that she cannot really see anything apart from the top of her huge belly. She smiles in pure delight at her own staggering size, she can feel all the shelves around her, pinned down by her massive gut, then Emma realises with horror that she might be stuck in here. “Oh no I’m not” she tells herself and forces herself to turn. It feels a little weird to her, as she twist her massive belly around, the top of her seems to be moving before the lower half. But some how, the strength is there, in fact, if someone had asked how she feels, she have to say, “Magnificent”. And although she cannot see it, she certainly can feel it and hear it, the noise of the crumbling shelves and walls, pressed tight against her stomach, screech with pain as Emma’s colossal bulk ploughs with little effort, she notices, right through them. She dose not really like being cramped up in such a now tiny space, “Makes it awkward to eat” she thinks and so, she crashes right out through the rear doors with her belly, bulldozing them like they were not even there. She stands in the backyard, taking up an alarming space with her massive forty-five foot orb and turns around to face the stockroom she just exited, her belly, swinging ahead of her, crushing a few cars that were unlucky enough to be parked outside. “Ops” she giggles, “Have to get used to that” she tells herself and then, licking her lips with a childlike glee and raising her hands expectantly, begins to guzzle down all the contents of the warehouse. So consumed with hunger and impatient to eat, Emma only notices after a while, that she’s also eating the shelves and rubble as well. She cannot explain it, but they now simply smell and taste appetizing to her. Pleased at this sudden turn of events another idea creeps into her mind, “If I can eat the walls and shelves as well, then I should be able to eat the whole shop” Her heart burns with exhilaration as she tries her idea out, tearing off huge chunks of wall and eating them like they were crackers. “Mmm! Delicious!” she yells, tearing off a six-foot section of wall and cramming it in as fast as she can. Her huge mouth, working feverishly to swallow, gulp after gulp of whatever she can grab. Now that she’s no longer hindered by what she can eat and eager to try out a new pallet of flavours, Emma is swallowing down TV’s Toasters, knifes, cloths, CD’s, bundles of magazines, all along with the huge stores of foods in there. Pretty soon she’s eaten half the storeroom when another growth burst hit, again it’s more intense than before, and she finds herself belching and swelling up to over sixty feet tall and getting on for seventy or eighty feet round. “Oh YEAH!” she yells, as she bursts through the roof of the hypermarket, punching the sky in triumph. She’ taller than the building now, or what’s left of it, her head is now big enough to swallow a car, her arms are over eight feet in length each and could easily lift a truck and her legs, well, she could only guess, all she knows is, that they’re very far apart. She’s grown into a gigantic belly, with completely out of scale limbs and a bizarre dress that won’t tear. And why? She had no idea, nor dose she care, Emma has never, never been happier, or hungrier. Now, with her even larger size, she is able to eat even faster and larger amounts. Wasting no time, she finishes off everything in the stockroom, along with the shelves and walls, then eats the staff room, sofas and all and then both the public and staff canteens with all its chairs, tables and stoves, the manager’s office, numerous rooms which she has no idea about and even the toilets. Nothing seems to be able to hurt her now; she effortlessly swallows sharp shards of glass, bites into steel, and even eats electrified cables. Soon Emma is back in the empty shell of a shop, devouring whatever is left, “Funny how small it all seems,” she thinks as she hungrily finishes of the last of the checkouts. At last, Emma looks around, as best she could, a large portion of her view now is the top of her enormous belly, she’s standing in the empty car park - all alone and nearly taking up the whole thing, she’s eaten the entire building and everything in it! “Darn” she thinks, “I’m still hungry,” she says, looking down at her stomach and rubbing it soothingly. “I want more!” From where she’s standing she can see another sort of hypermarket, one for computers on the other side of the car park. Grinning feverishly, she makes her way over to the computer store, surprised at how agile she is for her side. The ground shakes as she steps closer and closer to her next meal and she can see the glass vibrating at well. “Oh I do like Christmas” she thinks, thankful for the lack of people. “Mind you” she asks, “What could they do to me now?” Emma towers over the computer store, it is, sadly, she thinks, smaller than the hypermarket, but is sure that it will make a fine meal. Without a second thought, Emma tears into the roof and starts to down the whole store. Thousands and thousands worth of computer equipment wiped off the face of the earth for all eternity. An alarm sounds brakes the noise of her devouring. “Ops. Hadn’t thought of that,” she says, only pausing for the briefest of moments while she swallows a handful of G4s. “Better hurry” she tells herself and with an increasing urgency, begins to swallow larger and larger amounts of the store. Within minutes the police arrive and pull up quite a respectable distance away from her. Emma cannot tell what they are thinking, but she can make a good guess. Eating even faster now, she knows it’s only a matter of time before more show up. “I’ve gotta eat” she thinks, focusing all her attention on the diminishing building, gulping down carriage sized amounts. Just then, in the distance, she can hear a helicopter coming and can see an army load of police cars turning up, the occupants, getting out a good distance away and pointing at her. “No” she thinks, “They’ll try and stop me eating,” grabbing a large counter full of equipment and pushing it in. The helicopter, by how is hovering above her head and Emma can hear it’s loudspeaker ordering her to stop eating the store or they’ll open fire. She looks up in panic, when, suddenly, “BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPP!!” she bellows and her stomach rapidly expands like never before, eighty feet, ninety, one hundred, one hundred and ten, one hundred and twenty! She’s doubled her size in moments and shows no sign of slowing, 130, 140 150 feet tall, Two hundred feet round! Towering over all those around her The helicopter, unable to move out of the way in time as she swells up towards it, lost in her wide-open mouth, she swallows it down in an instant. Still she grows, filling both car parks with her mass, the police, who thought they were so safely parked out of danger, suddenly lost under her escalating abdomen. “AHH!” she booms, as at last she stops swelling, nearly two hundred feet high. “HEH! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW EH?” she bellows and then, “I’M HUNGRY!” And with that she cheerfully sits down on the lot, her vast belly, smothering all those below her, pressing, grinding down hard with her huge belly for good measure and enjoying the feeling of covering such a large area with her amazing stomach. Looking up, she can see in the distance, more and more police arriving and, even though they are still far away, Emma finds that she is somehow able to suck up all the police with a huge intake of breath. Cars, trees, and even some small shops and some unfortunates, who were just looking out of their windows at all the racket, launch themselves at her as she sucks them in, her mouth distorting disturbingly around all as they enter her. “YUMMY!” she cries, patting her gargantuan tummy and them, “MORE! I WANT MORE!” She then moves towards the streets, “More yummy buildings!” she thinks, now easily equal, if not bigger in size than they are. She moves with a thunderous sound, the ground rocking, windows shattering, and yet, for some reason, it could almost be said that she is moving in slow motion. The time it takes for all her swollen flesh to move has an almost hypnotic, if not pulsating rhythmic effect. When she gets closer, Emma notices something else; she’s gotten to wide to fit down the streets. The joyous feeling this gave her was unparallel; imagine having a belly too big to walk down the street with. This was, without doubt, the best day of her life. As she was haply tucking into another building, when another helicopter, no a squad of helicopters arrive. She can see that they are army ones and Emma can also see a couple of TV network ones. And, that further down the road, all the buildings were being evacuated. She was not sure how to take this, because it meant that the buildings would be empty and that meant less for her to eat and that made her hungrier. She was just working up a huge suck to swallow them down when a tank shot at her from behind. The shell, bounce off Emma’s enormous belly causing a slight, but ticklish ripple across her vast tum. “STOP THAT” she said, trying not to sound like an ogre, but the truth was, she was so large now, that no matter what she said it would boom. Looking down, Emma could see a whole company of tanks and troops creeping up behind her. Not very subtly either, she thought as she could hear the men yelling, “Hup!” and somehow, there was some actually abseiling down her and some were on adjacent buildings. Why, she had no idea, but they were. The helicopters were attempting to deposit men on her, but she just open her mouth, sucked them all in and thought how good it was of them to supply such a teat. The tanks and the men were all firing at her too, throwing grenades and lobbing gas canisters, screaming and yelling at her. She could see jeeps with various cannons mounted on the top, all-shooting at her, along with men armed with bazookas. All of which, just bounced off her vast form. She sighs, “Can’t a girl eat in peace,” she thinks, turns to face them and sucks up the lot. Squads of men, tanks and the jeeps, all gobbled down. She then returns to the buildings, eating, sucking, chomping down rooms, water towers, fire escapes, parked cars and trucks and soon being big enough to swallow whole blocks as quickly as she can, determined to catch up with the emergency workers emptying the area ahead of her - “They’re not going to stop me from eating,” she thinks. She can also hear one of the news helicopters asking for an interview and asking if she had ‘A rough childhood’ and what was the point she was trying to make about urban suburbs? Having eaten a huge area in front of her, Emma was wondering what direction to start eating in next when she was hit by yet another pressure burst. She belched aloud, sending the remaining helicopters flying off around her, her already colossal form, expanding more and more as she belches. It would seem, that the bigger she has become, the more she seems to grow, swelling up higher and higher, rounder and rounder, two hundred and fifty feet, THREE hundred feet, THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FEET, FOUR HUNDRED FEET. Still she swells, soon dwarfing the buildings around her, Emma has swollen so large now, that there is not a single building above her halfway line. She casts a massive shadow across the area around her and is having trouble actually seeing the people they are so small to her now. She can still see her shoulders and reach her mouth with her hands, but she could not guess at the size of them and the distance between them, she just knows that they, and her head and legs are bigger and more powerful than anything on this planet. Looking down again at the buildings, she feels like a kid in a sweet shop, they all look so tasty to her, she cannot bare it, but now, because of her colossal form, she has to once again, lie on her huge stomach, destroying the smaller buildings that were closest to her. She can hear vehicles speeding away, and screams as her colossal girth descends down onto the ground - “AHH” she utters in pleasure as her belly spreads out and around, crushing all those unfortunate enough to get caught too close, the last thing they see, an avalanche of belly, dress in blue. What a nice feeling it gave her, to be so vast, so big and so very, very unstoppable. She wanted to be bigger. She was tucking into her umpteenth building when she herd a sound from high above, a sort of whistling sound, rather like a… “Oh no!” she thought, as she realised what it was. Quickly, Emma looked up, squinting she could see a tiny- but growing dot above her, she did not know what to do. “SHIT!” she yells, getting to her feet with an amazing speed. The dot has become a bit clearer now, and she realises, that it is a long white cigar shaped object with little fins one the back, she also notices a long line of smoke trailing off from behind it. “AH” she gulps, franticly looking around, there’s no way out of this. The missile, even clearer now, clearly on target - her head! “-I” she beings to say, her mouth, suddenly dry and open in shock as the missile hits home, and without realising it at first - she‘s swallowed the weapon down. “GULP!” she goes, both hands to her belly, her eyes widen in horror as she feels the missile thrusting deep inside her. Just then it explodes and, Emma, expecting to be blown to bits by the nuclear weapon, lurches and instantly expands with the explosion, gaining hundreds of feet in belly and height in seconds. Her form swells and swells like never before, filling the horizon with her increasing mass. Soon she so large that her head is high up in the clouds and her belly is stretching for miles and miles around. Up and out she grows, far vaster than anything imaginable, her stomach, blocking out the sun and covering the entire city in all its impossible girth. And then, once she’s stopped expanding, she lets out a tiny puff of smoke before saying with a big grin, “Nice. Got another?” She turns now, an impossible vast orb of female flesh, stretching for miles, wondering what to eat next when she sees the coastline. “AHH YES” She bellows, “THAT WAS RATHER SPICY, I NEED A LITTLE DRINK TO COOL DOWN” Ordinarily, it would have taken the better part of a day to reach the coast, but, because of her monstrous size, Emma was able to reach it in a few unimaginable strides. Street upon street of buildings would shatter and be crushed underneath her epic strides. The occupants looking up in terror like ants at this impossible round goliath, her belly, her vast, firm stomach blocks out the sky, would shudder with the incredible forces used in each step. Emma gleefully looks down at the ocean, glad that the powers that be had taken such an extreme measure to remove her. They had made her so vast now that she really was totally unstoppable. The thought of her size and what she was going to do next thrilled her so much that Emma thought she might just pass out from excitement. “I WANT TO BE BIGGER!” She screams, looking out at the ocean. And with that she begins to drink and drink, AND DRINK! What best can be described as loud earthquake sounds, erupts from deeps within her bowls as she greedily gobbles downs the ocean, as millions upon millions of gallons of water, countless fish and various boats and ships of all different shapes and sizes are all sucked down into her at an alarming rate. “Hmm, tasty. Bit like a vegetable soup,” she thinks to her self, as she voraciously gulps down increasingly vast amounts of water. Her already mammoth stomach quivers, rocks and judders as it swells out even vaster and vaster. Ballooning so great that it soon dwarfs the countryside, mushrooming out across the landscape, crushing towns, cities, everything in its path as it relentlessly swells and Emma, loves every inch of her expanding girth, the feeling of being so vast, of covering such a large area, the feeling of everything squirming underneath her fantastic belly. She grins insanely, willing the water into her faster and faster, “More. More! MORE!” she thinks, no pausing at all and breathing through her nose so she can drink that bit faster. She can see in the distance, the coastline receding back towards her, nearer and nearer as she guzzles impatiently, filling up and outwards, the water diminishing into her at a staggering rate. From miles away, the worried people form completely separate cities can see her expanding mass looming on the horizon like a big blue sunrise and hear what sounds like huge rumblings as her belly grows ominously nearer and nearer towards them, wondering if she’ll ever stop or, if she can be stopped? The once vast rich blue coastline, rapidly shrinks, retracting into Emma’s infinite appetite, soon vanishes into her colossal bulk, and that leaves her a bit sad that all the water’s gone, but on the other hand, she’s very glad that’s it’s all inside her. She stands now, her belly, so vast, and so huge that she’s covering more than the entire country, wobbles slightly with all the water inside her. Emma looks around, her view is nearly all belly, whichever way she looks, all she can see her own abdomen, still covered by her blue dress, stretching far off into the distance, with a slight view to the worlds equator just beyond that. “Hmm. Nice.” She thinks, a big grin on her face, “It’s all me! I’m the biggest there is!” she says, patting the top of her monstrous stomach with now ridiculously small hands that are bigger that a building. The ground, miles beneath her feels odd, rather like she standing on beanbag or a slope or something, she cannot really tell where it is, she certainly cannot see it from here, but she cannot shake this feeling that she might roll off it at any moment. “Hmm” she thinks, looking around for a moment at her expansive belly, and then, gleefully licking her lips thinks and rubbing her hands together, “No use, I’m still hungry” and, just as she’s about to roll forward, from out of nowhere. “BUUUUURRRP!” and she suddenly expands even more, by now she’s lost all sense of scale, but Emma can see her stomach growing off in the distance, shaking, shuddering and spreading out even further and then suddenly, she can no longer see the earth’s horizon. Her body shakes, jolts and pulsates with this latest growth surge and after a while, when it finally stops she certainly feels like she’s sitting on a large beach ball. With that, Emma slowly rolls her head towards the ground. Her immeasurable belly, with its tiny arms outstretched, and its wide-open mouth, rolls down towards the ground, shaking the entire planet with its movement. Earthquakes and volcanoes tear open and erupt as her huge mass, it’s sheer staggering size, rocks the globe, shifting the Polar Regions. “MUNCHIES!” she excitedly cries as she borrows her head straight into the ground, swallowing huge amounts of landmasses that in normal terms could never be removed. Slurping, guzzling, gnawing down insane amounts, immune to any feeling of pain that might have once existed with eating lava and rock. She eats a huge trench into the earth’s crust, consuming whole cities in massive bites, country after country she devours, enjoying the taste of it all, and still getting larger and larger. She’s like a hungry caterpillar on an apple, she’s eats her way around the surface, not caring which direction her mouth takes her, or what she eats. She swallows the pyramids, the icecaps, the Grand Canyon and the rain forests, the Alps and Japan, she just simply scoops the lot down, deep into her awaiting maw, gone forever and still she eats, wanting more. She borrows deeper and deeper into the ground now, drinking vast amounts of lava, swallowing millions of tons of rocks, happily gorging on whatever she can swallow down. At some point, Emma doesn’t quite know when, she was far to busy eating, she becomes aware of the fact that her feet are not touching anything, like she’s swimming or something. In fact, now she comes the think of it, as she gulps down another mountain-sized rock, she cannot feel anything underneath her and there are clouds above her now. It can only mean one thing, Emma is ecstatic, her heart’s beating wildly, she’s nearly done it, she’s nearly eaten the whole world! Only a few more bites now “I DID IT! I DID IT!! I ATE THE WORLD! I’M THE BIGGEST THERE IS!” she cries in victory, wriggling and patting her planet-sized stomach in triumph. Floating happily in space, her head, a tiny pink dot on a vast canvas of blue dress. And with that, a vast new orb, of flesh and bone, took its places amongst the cosmos and hungrily gazed out at the stars. And every now and again a sound could be herd. “Buuuuurp!” and it would grow a little larger. "Emma" is © its creator,
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