"Have some more wine, it eases the pain." I grabbed a glass and extended it towards Kate as she poured. Dark as blood, but sweeter than syrup, the wine was a specialty of the Academy. As it touched my lips, I could feel my skin burn and blush, the liquid sloshing down into my stomach and churning with the enormous lunch I had just eaten. This was only my second glass and I already felt my senses leaving me. "Better?" "Much better," I replied hazily. Kate nodded in approval and joined me on the couch, where I had propped myself up trying to relieve my stomach ache. Being a small girl with a big appetite, eating an egregious amount of food usually doesn't end well for me. Sprawled out on the couch, my belly pushed itself out to its max. My dress, which was low-cut to begin with, now prominently showcased my stuffed belly atop of my lace panties. I struggled to unzip the back of my dress to at least give my stomach some more room to expand. I heard Kate giggling from the other side of the couch. "Let me help," she said. Grunting, I slowly rotated my back to her. It was hard to sit up enough to let her unzip me with my big belly in the way. It was hard to the touch, packed with way too much food. I really lost control in there, I thought to myself. I also really don't care I lost control, but damn am I full. Suddenly, as Kate zipped me down, the pressure around my belly relaxed and I unleashed a rather large burp that echoed around the room. This was met with a bunch of woos and laughter from everyone else, a sign that I had done good. "That'll do it, thanks Kate." I spun back towards my spot and leaned back again, my dress now falling off my shoulders and revealing quite a lot of cleavage. I didn't care if I was flashing everyone in the room, and neither did they. We were all relaxing, involved in our own post-lunch rituals. Kate and I drank wine, Casey soothed Rhonda's bellyache with rubs and massages, Jess sat in a recliner with her eyes closed, her overalls unbuttoned. Her undershirt had been unsuccessful at staying put, rising above her overgrown belly and leaving it completely exposed. Jasmine laid under Jess' feet, enjoying her fatty warmth. Misty and Amara had gone upstairs to work on something while the rest of us lounged around down here. "So are meals always this large?" I asked Kate, another belch escaping under my breath. "I mean, I don't mind this at all, I just want a little warning next time. I'll wear something with a bit more give." My dress still annoyingly clung to my bloated belly, despite my best attempts at loosening it. Kate displayed a satisfyingly sly smile. "We cater to our needs. Most of us have ravenous, near-uncontrollable hunger. Us growing girls need all the food we can get our grubby little hands on!" My grubby hands were in motion, circling around my full gut. "I see why you wanted me to stay now," I said. "Hmm? Do you now?" Her smile grew more wicked. What a sarcastic little bitch. God, I love her. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had Misty and Jasmine in on the whole thing. You knew if I saw what they had to offer, there'd be no way I would leave." "So I guess you liked what you saw?" Jasmine purred from underneath Jess, listening in on our conversation. "Oh Jas," Kate replied, "this girl has a lot locked away in that sweet innocent head of hers. I only told you the basics." "Oh?" Jasmine's ears perked up, her eyes now open and set on me. "Well Sam, do tell us, please!" It might have been the atmosphere, or the wine, or the comfort of a full tummy, but I didn't mind opening up to these girls. I could feel everyone's attention lazily focused on me, ready to listen to what little Sammy had to say. "I don't know what Kate has told you, but she knows me the best when it comes to fetishes. Expansion, gaining, little submission, little domination, the normal things. But I have tastes that touch every corner of fantasy. Mostly I love food, I think that's a given. If I can be like Jess or Rhonda, that'd be wonderful. I was envious of you, Kate, with your pregnant belly, so you'll have to tell me how you did that. And Jasmine," I eyed her up and down, "all I can say is: woof." She laughed at my corny attempt to be seductive. "So yeah, that's me, the girl of a thousand fetishes. Think y'all can handle me?"