Georgia get hungry

Texas spent what felt like hours underneath the cushion that carried Georgia's massive frame. She has hoped that eventually, she would leave. That soon, a miracle would happen. Sadly, the exact opposite would happen.

"Mmm...." Georgia gave her stomach a rub. "I could sure go for some grub right about now. Hey, whoever's around, what do we have to eat?!" She shouted at one of her goons.

"We got chili! The extra spicy bean one that you had us make a bunch of pots of!" The goon, referred to as Goon #1 replied.

"Get me a pot! And don't forget the ladle!" She shouted.

Texas shivered in fear. Chili?! And a whole pot of it?! She was already well acquainted with the noxious fumes that came out of Georgia's rear, but powered by chili? The results would be catastrophic! She could hear the sounds of footsteps approaching, and shortly after the sound of gulps. Seems she was eating the chili now.

Aaaaaand after what was definitely 45 minutes, the chili pot fell to the floor. Texas couldn't see it, but Georgia had a massive belly, almost big enough to rival the owner in size as it rest upon her lap! "Ooooo...that chili hit the spot....y'all find Texas yet?!"

"Nope!" Goon #1 answered.

"Damn...she definitely is still in here..." Georgia mumbled. Her belly was ominously grumbling, shifting ever so slightly. Texas had a cold sweat form, worried about the result of all that chili.