She did, and another piece was shoved into her mouth. She was eating because she could not help herself, but the smile on the face of her friend and the way she was acting was scaring her. 'Gurgle' her stomach sounded, as she grew nervous. 'Growl', it felt as if it was starting digestion already.
"Oh, this piggy's feeling her tummy ache already?" Brienne asked mockingly.
"No, it's just... oof... you're acting strange, what the fuck's up Brienne?"
"Why don't you shut your fat face and eat? That's all you want to do, right? Eat? And I'll feed you. I'll feed you as much as you can take, because I know that's what you want. It's OK, don't make that face, I want it too. I want you to eat."
She was quiet for a moment, and then another piece was shoved into her face. She moaned with her mouth full, barely closing her mouth to chew, the warm meat and cheese filling every inch of her bulbous cheeks.
"Oh, Bri, this is so... BWOOOORP... good! What are you putting in this?"
"Chef's secret, let's go," she said, another piece ready to follow, "there's more to go through."
After a while the whole tray had been emptied, and Chrissie burped loudly, patting her protuberant stomach.
"Shit... that hit the... URP! spot."
"Alright, now for the second one," Brienne commented, going back to the kitchen with the empty tray.
"What?" Chrissie asked, actually startled, "no, I can't eat... burp... anymore, leave it for tomorrow."
"I wasn't asking," she answered, coming back holding another family-sized lasagna.
"No, Bri, come oâ"
She'd been shoved a piece mid sentence, and it felt good somehow.
FRRRRT! She farted suddenly, barely able to contain herself so filled with cheese.
"There it is, I knew you'd start sooner or later."
"What the fuck, Brienne..." she blushed, her face almost sinking into her neck fat, "I'm sorry, but I'm very full."
"And you're about to be even more," she said, shoving another piece into Chrissie's mouth.
The bickering and the forced feeding went on for some time, while the second tray of lasagna was emptied rapidly. After some time Brienne brought over a big soda bottle for Chrissie to wash down everything, and her face was red with tiredness. She gulped down on the soda and let out another loud burp, growing even redder out of shame.
"Now, what's for dessert?" Brienne asked mockingly.
For a moment Chrissie could only wheeze, trying to keep herself from letting out more gas.
"I'm... huff... too... full... puff... Bri... please, not... ngh... anymore..."
"Oh, come on..." she said, putting both her hands on top of the huge swollen stomach.
When she did, she bit her own thick lips and pressed hard against the bulging mass. It was too much, and Chrissie was unable to contain herself.
PFFFRRRRAT! Sounded the first one. And then Brienne pressed some more, laughing loudly, BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAP! The next one. "There we gâ" Brienne was saying, but was interrupted by the next tremendous BRRRRAAAAP! Which just made her laugh even more.
Chrissie's eyes were filled with tea of shame. It was very relieving to let all the flatulence out, but the embarassment was overwhelming. "Stop!" she shouted, pushing away the arms of the girl with her own barrel-sized limbs.
PFFRRRRT! She wheezed, her face contorted while she concentrated on farting rather than letting anything else out. BRRAAAP!
"Seems you've just made some more room."
"OK... puff... I'll... wheeze... eat... hah... just... gulp... let..." Chrissie tried to say, each word an effort bigger than the previous, "let... me catch... huff... my breath."
And so Brienne did, sitting down on the armchair opposite the couch.
"What's... huff... this... hah..." she continued strenuously, "are you... some kind of... sigh... freak?"
"Why? Just because I don't want to see you wasting away?" she added mockingly, a definite pleasure in the way she said it, "don't worry, we're just two girls having some fun..."
Chrissie did not reply, she was actually trying her best to not puke.
"How much do you weigh?"
"Stop."
"How much?"
"I'm... sigh... too heavy for a scale."
"Holy shit!" Brienne laughed cruelly.
"It's gotta be... bworp..." she stopped mid sentence, the wet burp had made her think she'd puke, "...it's gotta be in the four digits."
"Oh it's definitely up there."