Alice the Fat Cheerleader Part 6

The food was so good, but she shouldn't be eating any of it. She couldn't help herself though, the moment Alice saw food she had to eat it. Her only chance was for these women to relent and let her go home before she was completely stuffed, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen. Especially not as Rebecca had just brought over an entire platter of fried chicken and sides.

She had the normal pitter patter of gushing over her dish, telling Alice she was so excited for her to try it. Alice just took a moment to look at the spread before inevitably jumping it. There were several pieces of crispy fried chicken piled up in the middle. They didn't look to be cooled very long as Alice could see that they still shimmered with the grease they were cooked in. The outsides were so craggy that Alice could see where the oil was still pooled inside of them. But there wasn't just fried chicken to be had here. There was a great mound of fluffy mashed potatoes to one side, with about half a stick of butter currently melting over top of them. Of the other side of the golden pile of meat sat several puffy and buttery biscuits. The only reason Alice could tell they were butter is they looked like they would leave a mark were she to pick them up with her hands. The last piece she noticed was a nice big bowl of gravy, to be used as she saw fit.

Alice had spent enough time looking at the meal, which was really only two and a half seconds, it was time to dig in. Grabbing the drumstick that was perched on top of the pile, she bit through the crunchy outer shell and into the juicy flesh below. Her powerful bite sent juices squirting everywhere. Excess oil smeared across her lips, and the succulent meat dribbled it's additional moisture down Alice's chin. The mess wasn't enough to deter Alice though, and she went in for another bite.

The greasy crispy moist and thick chicken was delicious. Alice gnawed off every bit of edible flesh she could before moving on to the next piece. This time she dunked half of it in gravy before bringing it to her lips. This caused the mess to increase two fold. Alice didn't care though, it was even better tasting. The creamy gravy softened the crunch of the chicken's skin, allowing her to slurp it down even easier. The chicken slid around in her fingers as they were already slippery with grease. Holding on with two hands though she was able to effectively clean the piece down to the bone.

Looking for a change of pace, Alice now grabbed a biscuit, half of it disappearing in one bite. The biscuit was so warm and flaky, almost melting in her mouth. They must have been right out of the oven, since they seemed to have had no time to chill or harden. And her summation was right, they were incredibly buttery. They must have gotten coated in butter at some point because the outside and inside were equally flavorful and moist. A few more biscuits disappeared before Alice went back to the pile of fried chicken.

Alice had no recollection for how big her stomach was getting from eating so much food, but with every bite, her stomach expanded that much more. Gravy smothered chicken pieces disappeared one by one until there were only a few left. It was at that point that Alice decided she should tackle the mountain of mashed potatoes on the other side of the tray. The butter had fully melted, and now looked like little rivers flowing down each side of the mountain. A large spoon had been slammed into one of the sides, looking like a large protrusion. Instead it was a tool for the beast that was about to conquer this mountain. First though, it needed gravy. Alice picked up the gravy bowl with one of her slippery chubby hands and leaned it over the top of potato mountain, allowing the thick liquid to spill over it much like the butter had. With the bowl almost empty, the ratio of potatoes to gravy looked just right, and Alice was ready to dig in.

They were still warm, and had been well seasoned. Alice figured since these ladies had no regard for calories it had probably been mashed together using some sort of heavy cream and probably even more butter. But it still had a nice level of salt and pepper. Those notes were hard to pick up though when each heaping bite had a generous amount of gravy on it. Alice wasn't about to critique her meal though, she was much too busy eating it to pass much of a judgement. Spoonful after spoonful were swept up into her mouth, until the bites got smaller as the mountain turned into a molehill. Alice scraped as much of the potato as she could off the tray before throwing her spoon down and returning to the last few pieces of chicken.

She finished her meal by soaking up the last of the gravy using the rest of the biscuits. They also were useful to clean up any scraps that had fallen into the tray as she demolished the meal. Little biscuit sandwiches of potato, gravy, and crispy chicken skin. Alice felt the accomplishment of finishing yet another meal, and also the dread that came along with it. She had made a total mess, her hands getting so greasy that it was starting to drip down her wrist. Her face was also specked with flecks of chicken and potato, sticking to the smears of grease that surrounded her mouth.

"Finished in record time!" Rebecca cheered, as she took the dirty dishes away, handing Alice a napkin in the process. Alice was starting to feel that fullness that came along with her massive binge. She had eaten everyone's meal that they had worked so hard on (and two of Mrs. Deyn's). It was finally time to go home.