She had been planning this evening for months now. She finally had the house to herself for two nights since her boyfriend was attending a friends wedding, and her pay cheque had come through too! Finally she had the chance to indulge in one of her favourite fantasies. She had decided to stuff herself stupid. She wanted cram her poor belly full of food until it was a solid indigestible mass churning painfully and endlessly within her. She wanted spend hours tending to a huge taut belly and feel the heavy food turning and grumbling inside it. And now was her chance.
That morning she woke up early to prepare. She had noticed her tummy was a tad bloated when she stepped into the shower - it curved outwards a hint more than usual and bubbled strangely for a moment. She frowned and cupped it gently, rubbing it back and forth until the bubbling sensation dissipated. She concluded that it was simply a little gassy and probably quite hungry - so she smiled thinking of the day ahead and continued her shower.
Next she made herself a large breakfast to kick off her day of binging. She enthusiastically scarfed down two plates of pancakes with greasy bacon, sausage and maple syrup. She followed that up with egg on toast and a big bowl of cereal washed down with a big mug of coffee. She felt comfortably full after this and decided she was ready to head to the super market.
As she was fastening her seatbelt she paused a minute to rub her full tummy. It was a little swollen and the bubbling feeling had crept back. It wasn't painful in anyway - but somehow it made her uneasy. She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes as she held her belly, feeling it burble softly. Just as she began to grow slightly concerned a wet belch rose up from deep inside her full bubbling tum. It was an unpleasant sensation, but thankfully as soon as it happened the sickly murmurings of her gut seemed to calm down right away. Satisfied that she had released the gas troubling her tummy, she set off for the store.
Later, she arrived back home laden with bags and bags full of food for her stuffing session, as well as macdonalds to keep her topped up over lunchtime. She ate this more slowly than her breakfast to keep her belly happy, which seemed to work out well.
Evening could not come fast enough however. At five she couldn't wait any longer and began frying up the multiple burgers she had bought. She topped each one with cheese and more greasy bacon and settled down to eat. She began slowly but eventually she picked up the pace. She could feel her already full belly growing heavier by the minute. Next she started on the meat pizza she had chosen. This was also greasy and smothered in different kinds of cheese. By the time she had packed it away her belly was full and churning. It ached a little so she took a moment to massage her bulging sides. She didn't want more food, but she knew she would have to eat a little more to get the grumbly tummyache she was aiming for.
Once she had caught her breath, she headed to the kitchen once more to retrieve the tray of fries from the oven and the bottle of Pepsi from the fridge. Her belly gurgled angrily from all the grease as she walked. She sat down again, and attacked the fries, wolfing them down as fast as she could before her tummy could protest. She then downed a quarter of the Pepsi and laid back, her face contorted with discomfort.
Her tummy was cramping around the heavy meal she had forced into it. She had reached her goal. Her belly was no longer gurgling and glorping with digestion. Instead it strained to churn the massive meal, unable to break up the solid weight of it all. All the bread, cheese and meat sat painfully stagnant like a brick in her tummy. In addition to this, her stomach was enormous. It balooned outwards, round and tight, shuddering anxiously in her lap. She moaned as her stomach clenched and cramped uselessly around her meal, rubbing the top of her gut where she could feel the abused organ convulsing and spasming desperately.
She hadn't expected to hit her target this soon. She had expected it would take more than this to challenge her belly. In fact there were two dessert courses still to go. Just as she was considering this fact, her belly let out a deep mournful groan. "ooh" she moaned, presseing a hand to her packed midsection. The low sound of indigestive anguish from the distended orb in her lap caused wetness to form between her thighs. She had to finish this properly.
Cradling her grossly swollen stomach with both arms, she waddled carefully to the kitchen, each step sending waves of pain through her engorged middle. When she returned to the sofa, she had with her a whole chocolate cake and a large tub of vanilla ice cream. The stomach groaned again, louder and more painfully than ever, quaking her whole tummy sickeningly. She sobbed from the pain and rubbed her belly tentatively, waiting for it to settle somewhat. Finally she took a deep breath and started on the desserts.
Upon taking the last spoonful of cake and icecream, something abruptly changed in her belly. Almost as though it had finally realised it could not cope with the thick wad of food forced inside of it. For the first time in a while, there was a loud, liquidy gurgle from her stomach, and she watched in shock as her already huge belly began to swell even more than before. In order to cope with such a large amount of food, extra stomach acids began pooling inside the stretched organ to break up and disolve the excessive meal. By this point the full, grumblng belly reached her knees, and she desperaely cooed and stroked it lovingly in an attempt to calm down the worsening tummy ache.
After a few more minutes her stomach rumbled and churned and she gasped and the impossible ammount of food shifted painfully beneath her soothing hands. Her belly hurt so much, but she couldnt help but enjoy the way her belly had expanded to accomodate the huge rumbling tummyache she had forced upon it.
She lay on the sofa like this for a couple of hours, whimpering and gasping as the contents of her overfed tummy roiled and turned inside her. She could feel her poor belly grumbling and churning under her hands, and groaning with pent up gas due to indigestion. Just then she felt a different sensation momentarily take hold of the overtaxed tummy, something entirely seperate from the mechanical churning and pulsing of her digestion. The bubbling feeling she had ignored all day was beggining to return to haunt her.
She sat up slowly, and looked down at the full, gurgling orb in frustration. Again her tummy bubbled worryingly, acompanied by anther indigestive rumble. She gripped it firmly, in an attempt to dampen the heavy churning movements of her heaving gut. Still her belly burbled, followed by a deep, sick sounding burp.
"Oh god...whats happening to my *hurlp* my tummy" she gasped in panic, as her big belly lurched noisily, "I'm starting to feel sick! ooooh"
Her face paled, tinged slightly green as her shifting belly continued its disobediant murmurrings. Her attempts to keep her belly's turbulent contents inside her were suddenly interrupted by a call on her cellphone. She checked caller ID. It was her boyfriend.
"Hic...hello" she answered queasily.
"Hey baby..." He replied, sounding off.
"I...I didn't go to the wedding baby. I'm in a hotel room right now...I got sick, apparently there's stomach flu going around at work" He replied, sounding miserable.
"Oh god...I think I've got it too...ooooh" She replied, moaning as her own belly let out a queasy gurgle.
"I'm so sorry baby. Will you be alright for one night? I should be over the worst of it now and be home tomorrow?"
"I'll be ok till then, baby" she lied "Hope you feel better soon too"
"Thanks baby, call me if you need anything ok?"
"Will do" She mumbled, hanging up.
"Oh god...Urp" So she had the stomach flu, and it was coming on with a vengence. She felt so stupid. "I should never have stuffed myself so much on an upset tummy" she whined, as the nausea continued to build in her belly.
Her belly was still inimaginably full. The heavy bulky weight in her overfed stomach adding to the sickened feeling brewing inside the distended bubbling sac that lurched and rumbled on her lap. She swallowed hard, and gazed down at the poorly tummy she had abused regretfully. She could see the tummy ache raging inside her, the surface of her poorly belly lightly shifting with the surplus of food she foolishly packed away. Her rebeliious tummy continued to send up deep wet belches, each one making her feel more and more sick. She knew she couldn't keep it all down forever.
"ooh..tummyache... my poor stomach..urp...hurlp...urlp..my tummy...uuuuuuuuuurlp oh god!My stomach is upset...hic..ugh...too full...HURLP oooooh sick tummy!"