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The Ultimate Beltbuster IIThe clock struck noon as Jane made her way downstairs dressed for outdoors."Lalia, I got some errands to run today, so I'll be back late! Where are you?""In the living room!"Jane made her way to the living room and saw Lalia on the couch watching television. She was also dressed: she wore a green T-shirt, sneakers, and a pair of jeans that looked snug around her legs and thighs. However, the jeans' button and fly was wide open as her big belly rested on her lap. Her knees and thighs were cloaked in belly flab. Lalia was in delight as she dug her hands in a bag of potato chips and dumped the last handful in her mouth."I thought you were going out for your 'belt-buster'.""I am. Just wanted to get a pre-beltbuster snack in before going out."Jane sighed in disbelief. "A pre-beltbuster snack?""Yep," Lalia answered as she stretch her arms and belched loudly. "Jane, when you're preparing yourself for the big chowdown, you got to give your belly a little warm-up. You have to perform at
CC - The Ultimate Beltbuster I"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,