Used to be huge, part 7

Sorry for slow updates, life occurring. We will escalate this story soon when I solve some quality problems with huge sizes.  Also I cant seem to send messages to people at this exact second so if youre in the director seat shoot me a message here or elsewhere and make some demands.
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"Once again, I really am sorry.." grimaced Hitomi.
She'd never exactly been a prude, but a busy restaurant was not the opportune time to find the limits of her cardigan.

"Not at all miss, cravings will get you!" responded the waitress, sounding as ditzy as she looked.

Hitomi looked at the graveyard of discarded plates on the table next to her.

cravings eh...

The look fired back at her from the other side of the table didn't look like craving, maybe mortification? Oh well, fuck him.

"Can I get you anything from the desert menu? All but this are alcohol free" beamed the waitress, content to power through the reality of Hitomi's state of undress.

The gears started to turn in Hitomi's head, better late than never.
Placing her hand gently on her bloated stomach, a mischievous smile crept through the embarrassment

"Well, we are growing after all! Could I possibly try a few?" she said.

"Of course, miss!" replied the waitress, but she did not yet leave.
"Miss.. may I?" she said, gesturing at Hitomi’s huge exposed belly, which after breaking free from the confines of her cardigan had more than filled her lap.

Wasn't exactly part of the plan, but what the hell. This is something people do right?

"Of course, although we might be asleep right now," Hitomi beamed.

As the waitress gingerly stroked belly, Hitomi could barely contain her glee.

This wasn't the 'glow of an expectant mother'.
It was the distended globe of a gluttonous woman who'd lost control.
Who'd crammed herself with food and drinks all day, then bloated herself to the edge of disaster in between.
All as a pretext to pump her giant fake tits up even larger... The obscene fake tits that too had burst from her shirt and were staring the entire restaurant in the face.

"How far along are you miss..." said the waitress.
"Oh, not far at all..."