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Tasha's Week of Hunger (Day 5 - finale)
🕑 Added 2023-03-21 00:00:01 +0000 UTCThe sound of the microwave beeping and silverware clattering drowned out the gurgling of Tasha’s gut. It had finally started to shrink after barely eating yesterday and a good night’s sleep, and it was starting to feel a little loose. It was still so freaking heavy, but she was getting used to carrying around the extra weight. Her gut was also still nearly rock-solid save for a small amount of chub that had popped up, but her stomach muscles had completely given in at this point, so it didn’t feel nearly as tense or tight anymore. Tasha wasn’t even turned on all the time anymore. She was FINALLY able to just relax…
Except she wasn’t. Kat was going to be home at around four-ish today. Tasha’s end goal was in sight. She was positive that Kat would love her belly as it already was, but… she could also DEVASTATE Kat’s mind by getting as massive as she could. It was eight right now, so Tasha had about eight hours. She couldn’t spend all that time eating, though. It wouldn’t take long for her to hit her limit. She needed to take this slowly and carefully. Planned, scheduled eating that would land her at her biggest possible size while still being capable of semi-rational thought at four.
Also, clothes. Her size would make a WAY bigger impact if she had on clothes. That was for the end, though. For now, tiddies out was just fine. Plus, she’d gotten pretty hot and sweaty from forcing her limit the last couple of days and she didn’t want her clothes to be dripping when Kat got home. Neither of them minded a little sweating, but it would be kinda gross for her clothes to be like that…
Anyways, sweat and clothes aside, Tasha was getting ready for the final siege on her intestines. She was going all-out with food prep while she still had most of her mobility. First, she’d take everything to the living room since it was comfier than the dining table and she didn’t want to cover the bedroom with dishes and trash (they were gonna fuck in there, after all). Then she’d force herself to eat at a reasonable pace NO MATTER HOW GOOD IT FELT. The end result would be worth feeling pent-up all day, and also, Kat would definitely make sure to relieve all that tension…
Oh, and when Tasha said ‘take everything to the living room’, she did mean everything. She had a whole slew of dishes left that she’d frozen or refrigerated five days ago, plus various snacks and junk, and it was all getting put on and around the coffee table. Tasha wasn’t worried about wasting food; if she didn’t manage to eat it all (which she didn’t expect to happen because dear fucking lord, she would POP), then Kat would probably ‘clean up’ the rest in no time.
It was exhausting staying on her feet for so long with a gut this size, and her back was starting to hurt. It would be worth it, though. She just had to stick it out for a little bit longer…
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Five hours. There were five hours left. Jesus Christ, Tasha wasn’t going to make it…
She belched and idly put a spoonful of pudding into her mouth. It hardly tasted like anything. She’d put so much food in her mouth over the past three hours that nothing she ate felt real anymore. It was just another hunk of gunk to pad out her waistline.
Tasha had initially felt the urge to splurge with her eating, as she’d expected, but she’d managed to stop herself for once. Self-control was a bitch, but Tasha could have it when it counted. The problem was that she’d also kept herself disciplined with the constant eating part of the plan. For the past three hours, Tasha had constantly had a fork or spoon or hand or whatever traveling to and from her mouth. Now she was paying a heavy price for it.
The glutted brunette tried to belch again, but only a small wisp of gas came up. Another bubble had gotten lodged in all the food again. Tasha grimaced and started kneading her boulder of a gut. God, it felt so good, but also so bad… She was so fucking fuuuull…
*HuuUUUuuuRP*
The gas bubble had escaped. Tasha took a few harrowed breaths, then filled her mouth with another spoonful of pudding. She couldn’t last like this. There was NO chance in Hell that Tasha could keep up this pace until Kat got home. Not at this rate, anyways. She needed to switch things up. She needed something to keep her focused. Motivated.
Or not. Tasha hiccupped and struggled to her feet. There was something else she could do that might work to keep herself in the game, but it was risky. If she lost control, she wouldn’t last, but… it was the only way.
The pipes rumbled to life as the shower turned on full blast. Tasha took a deep breath. This was going to feel so good, but she had to resist. She just needed to loosen up her stomach muscles so she could keep going. Just loosen up, Tasha, then get out. Loosen up, then get out. Loosen up… then OUT.
She could do this. Totally, one hundred percent, undoubtedly.
Maybe.
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Tasha waddled back from the bathroom to the living room. She sat down on the couch purposefully. Then… she picked up a plate of brownies from the coffee table and started to eat.
For what it was worth, it had worked. Tasha’s belly had spasmed and quaked and roared and fought for the first few minutes in the hot shower, sending Tasha into conniptions, but ultimately, her abdominal muscles had started to soften and relax. For good measure, Tasha had also rubbed a lot of body wash into her belly (which had been torture), then rubbed a copious amount of lotion in after her shower (once again, TORTURE). But she had done it. Her belly? Relaxed. Her libido? Untouched (today specifically). Her focus? Razor-sharp. All this food? Done for.
The only problem now was that Tasha was EXTREMELY on edge. She wasn’t used to holding herself back like this while still going all-out in other ways. Despite her muscles being relaxed and her belly managing to accept more food into itself, Tasha still felt tense and tight to the max. Ironically, this just made everything feel even better, leading to an endless loop of self-fulfillment and abstinence.
Tasha’s brow twitched as her stomach rumbled weakly. She polished off the brownies without breaking a sweat, settled back into the sofa with a plate of rigatoni pesto, and checked her phone for the time. It was almost noon. She’d need to stop early to get ready, plus Kat might get here early, so she should aim to stop at three to get ready, then keep eating after she was… if she still could. Her heart started to pound in her chest from anticipation. She couldn’t WAIT to share this with her precious lover…
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With GREAT effort, Tasha dragged herself off the couch. Her legs shook with the challenge of supporting her top-heavy body as Tasha pulled herself to the bedroom. It was almost four. She’d lost track of time while working through a bowl of nachos with extra everything. All she could hope for was that Kat was going to be a little late since it was going to take longer to get ready now that she was like… this.
*HUUuuUUURrroOOOooooorp* Tasha absentmindedly burped while blindly sifting through the clothes she’d left on the bed after her dress-up ‘fun’ yesterday. She wouldn’t have them on for long, but this gut would look all the better if it was framed by some clothes - she’d proven that much already. She wanted to go all-in too, which meant…
Tasha groaned as she picked a pair of booty shorts out of the pile. They had been a little loose on her caboose a week ago, but now…
It was hell to get the shorts up her legs. Tasha had to sit down on the bed and reach in vain for her feet, which she could no longer reach. While huffing and panting, Tasha caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She. Was. Fucking. HUGE. Apart from a second, shorter shower to re-relax her gut, Tasha had managed to continue eating for the whole damn day. Sure, her pace had been incomparably slow compared to what she was used to, but even a slow pace had added up over so many hours. Now, Tasha had easily beaten her previous size record by… fuck, were inches even accurate anymore? She might even be a whole foot wider around by now… or maybe even bigger…
Tasha cursed as her stomach pulsed, rejecting her attempts to reach for her feet and the shorts. She flopped back and raised her legs above her head, bringing the shorts with them. She wiggled her legs around, sweating from how painful it was to do this while so full, until the shorts slid far enough down her legs that she could reach them without splitting in two. She pulled the shorts up her thighs and pushed herself to her feet, then…
OOOOF! TIGHT! Her formerly ill-fitting shorts were perfectly snug on her ass and hips now thanks to the extra padding she’d managed to put on. The fact that they physically couldn’t stay up all the way didn’t help either. The near-vertical slope of Tasha’s lower belly made the shorts constantly feel like they would slip past her cheeks at any moment. Despite this, as Tasha walked around to admire how well the shorts were shaping her butt, the thin polyester didn’t give in and slide down. Perfect. Now for the rest.
A bra was… right out, just as she’d said earlier. Even if Tasha could manage to reach behind herself to hook a bra right now (which, spoiler alert… she couldn’t), it would suck ass to have one on. She was already having some trouble breathing from just how full she was. A bra would suffocate her. So… freed tiddies it was. That didn’t mean that Tasha couldn’t wear a shirt, though. Something that she could put on even with her gut like this, that didn’t matter if it was stretched, that would look hot, and would frame her belly well…
Ah, that worked. Tasha picked out Kat’s nightshirt, which was a basic stretchy white t-shirt. The sporty woman rarely wore it at all, but it was purposefully mega oversized and baggy since it was a men’s large. Tasha always loved how it looked on Kat, especially with a food baby making a lump underneath. It should look just perfect on her now…
To Tasha’s surprise, while the shirt slipped on easily enough, she still felt a draft on her lower belly. She couldn’t fit into a men’s large anymore. Christ, this shirt would normally be a dress on her, yet now she could almost feel the warm air on her belly button even with the shirt pulled down as low as it would go. It might be able to go lower if someone else pulled it down, but it would press down on her belly something awful. That would be fun…
Tasha shook her head. It was probably past four now, but she wasn’t ready! She waddled over to the dresser and pulled the last thing she needed out of a drawer; a nice leather choker with floral designs engraved on the outside and ‘Kat’s kitty Tash’ engraved on the inside. Tasha didn’t like chokers herself, but Kat had a whole thing for them, and Tasha did happen to look good in them, so… since she’d already had plenty of fun over the last few days, she’d give Kat the full ‘Tash’ experience tonight. Speaking of which, now that Tasha was finally done, when was that menace going to get home…
Fortune favors the horny, apparently. Right as Tasha shuffled her bloated self out into the living room to look for her phone, she heard it go off. She quickly went for it to check if it was Kat. It was!
hey, quik chek. guests ok rn? yay? nay?
Tasha’s eyes widened. Fuck. She’d never even thought about that. She was SO fucking thankful Kat had more foresight than she did. She hastily tapped in ‘no guests.’ before looking hurriedly around the room. How quickly could she clean up all this food and make sure she was out of the room before Kat got here? Actually… could she even clean it in her state? Her short shorts were making it even harder to move and all the movement had made her stomach start to tense up again. Still, just in case, she should make an effort to-
The door. A key was entering. Click. The knob turned. Tasha’s blood froze as it pushed open. She was just standing here! What if one of Kat’s friends looked in!? She had to at least be sitting down to hide her gut! Shit! She awkwardly flopped onto the couch, dislodging a solid bubble of gas as she did. She couldn’t belch right now either! Fuck! She swallowed heavily, forcing the gas back down with an agonizing rumble, and sat with bated breath as…
Kat poked her head in and looked around. She made eye contact with Tasha over the back of the couch before her eyes shifted over to the array of food that was left on and around the table. She grinned, winked, and pulled her head back out the door. From outside, Tasha managed to make out, “Sorry, gals. Looks like Tasha’s not gonna be able to say hi. She’s laid out like one of those French girls I’ve heard so much about and she says she doesn’t want to share with you… Yeah, sure, next time then. Love you, girls! Let’s do this again someday! Not any day soon, but someday, for sure!”
FINALLY, Kat slipped through the door entirely with her suitcase. She deftly closed and locked the door behind herself, then leaned against it and sighed heavily. “Holy crap is it good to be back!”
“Did you h- *hurp* have fun?” Tasha asked plainly, barely holding back the burp she’d suppressed earlier.
“Yeah, it was loads of fun,” Kat responded. Then she smiled at Tasha. “I missed you a lot, though. Kept wishing you were there, even if you had stayed in the hotel room just so I could come home drunk with shitty flowers for you and could cuddle to sleep at night.”
Tasha’s heart did a mini flip. “Aww, that is so uncharacteristically *hic* sweet! You’re usually so much raunchier than that!”
“It’s just a symptom of Tash withdrawal. Don’t worry - I’ll be back to my old dirty self in no time at all.” Kat’s eyes wandered over the sizable amount of food that was still left after Tasha’s constant eating. Her soft smile slid into a smug smirk as she teased, “Looks like you’re plenty willing to help me slip back into my usual self already, huh? You’ve made quite the feast for us - and from the looks of it, you’ve already helped yourself to some as well. Was your ‘small bloat’ last night not enough for you, greedy girl?”
Tasha’s cheeks started to flush. Yup. Nothing could get her heart beating faster quite like Kat could with just her voice alone. “W-Well, uh… I guess not, heh…”
Kat raised an eyebrow. “That was suspicious… What are you hiding from me, huh?”
“Hiding? Me?” Tasha laughed nervously. She tugged on the hem of her shirt, which had started to slide upwards. She cleared her throat, then put on the best sultry smile she could muster at the moment. “Why don’t you come over and see that I’m *hurp* not hiding anything?”
That got a reaction out of Kat. The slightly taller woman laughed and straightened up. She started to walk over, saying, “Fine, I guess I will. It shouldn’t take any time at all… to…” her voice trailed off as she leaned against the back of the sofa and her eyes moved from Tasha’s pink face to her massive pale gut. Tasha giggled as she saw Kat’s jaw literally drop. She looked back at Tasha, then back at her belly. “Wha… What…”
“Surpriiii-uuuuOOOoOOOOOORORRRRRRRP!” Tasha belched, unable to keep the gas in her overtight stomach anymore. She hiccuped afterward and giggled happily.
Meanwhile, Kat remained stunned. She leaned down over the back of the couch and put a hand on Tasha’s belly. The shorter brunette bit her lip as Kat’s fingers pressed down on Tasha’s gut, which didn’t give at all under the pressure. Kat sucked in a sharp breath. “Y-You’re so tight! Holy shit, what did you- how much did you EAT to get so big?”
“Uuuuuh… enough, I guess? Heheh…” Tasha giggled again, feeling delirious now that Kat was finally here and finally getting a glimpse of Tasha’s hard work.
“Enough? If this is ‘enough’, then, I’ve never eaten a whole meal in my life!” Kat stood up straight and whisked around the couch to hastily sit down next to Tasha. She moved to grab Tasha’s gut but froze just short. She carefully laid her hands on Tasha’s tense skin, her hands icy compared to the lava furnace inside of Tasha’s gut, and started to explore the smooth, creamy orb Tasha had made. Kat continued, “Seriously, you’ve GOT to share what you did! Details, Tash! Also, please tell me that you didn’t hurt yourself getting this big. ‘Cause this? This looks like it hurts.”
Tasha crooned softly as Kat’s fingers danced across her gut. Fuck, she’d so been looking forward to this… “I got a little bored and *hUUrp* lonely after you left… and I did all my schoolwork, so I had nothing to do. Then I started *HIIC* thinking… ‘How big could I get if I just ate until Kat got back?’”
Kat’s eyes widened. “Bullshit. What? We could barely do one day of constant eating!”
“I didn’t eat all the time… just… a lot of the time… ooooh, that feels amazing…” Tasha breathed, leaning back and closing her eyes. “And I didn’t hurt myself… I’m just… sooooo full… Jesus FUCK, I’m so full…”
“No shit you are! Like, I want to tease you about this, but… this is just insane!” Tasha opened an eye to grin at Kat, who was just staring at her. “You broke me today, Tash. You broke me. Great job. Are you proud of yourself?”
Tasha chuckled. “I wasn’t ten minutes ago, but now? Yes. Yes I- *uuUUooOOoooRRRRRRRRP!*”
Kat kept massaging Tasha’s belly, getting more comfortable with the pressure she could apply and obviously getting more and more into it as she realized that Tasha wasn’t on the verge of popping despite how she looked. Kat pulled up Tasha’s shirt to better get access to her belly, better revealing the vast expanse of belly and making Tasha moan softly. Then, finally…
“So… are you all done then?”
Tasha blinked. She looked at Kat. “What…?”
Kat glanced around at all the remaining food. A small smirk played at her lips. “Well, it just seems like you didn’t make this food for me, so it kinda seems like you still have some fun to have… right?”
The entire boulder of food in Tasha’s stomach did a somersault. She swallowed hard. “S-Some fun? Wh-What do you mean?”
Kat’s smirk grew. She stopped massaging Tasha’s belly to reach over and grab a half-empty plate of cut-up peaches. She picked one up and bit into it, letting a small stream of juice leak down her chin. She wiped it off with a thumb and licked her thumb clean, staring Tasha in the eyes the whole time. She leaned closer, her eyes dark and her breathing heavy. “It’s just that… while I love seeing how big my precious partner can get… I’m sad that I didn’t get enjoy getting you to this point. Plus… aren’t you curious about how big you can really get…?”
Tasha’s heartbeat started to accelerate. She’d felt calm and satisfied a little while ago as if she’d just finished a long, strenuous job. Now she’d just gotten overtime and been offered triple her usual pay. Even though her body was screaming to just cash in… how could she say no to something so tantalizing?
“Y-Yeah…”
Kat’s eyes glittered. She licked her lips. “And since you’re curious… don’t you want to fulfill that curiosity…?”
“Y-Yes… Please…”
A half-eaten peach slice was on Tasha’s lips. Kat pushed it in gently, and Tasha just… swallowed. She didn’t bother to chew. She just groaned as the lump of fruit slid down her throat and into her heavily overpacked gut, which gurgled angrily. Kat chuckled, then slid a full slice in this time while crooning, “Take as much as you can, babe… just let me know the moment you can’t take anymore and I’ll stop. Until then though… let’s have some fun…”
Slowly, but surely, Kat fed Tasha the food left on the coffee table. The distended mass of food inside of Tasha grew larger and tighter with each extra bit of food forced into it. Tasha’s hands were constantly on her flanks as if to hold herself together while Kat had a hand on Tasha’s belly at every moment she could, massaging it and testing it playfully. Minutes passed and dishes emptied. Then, after a short while…
“N-N-No more… please… I-I’m gonna- *HIC-uUoOOOOouUUURURURRRRRRP* explode… uuuuugh…”
Kat returned the muffin that she’d been feeding to Tasha to its nearly empty plate without a single word of protest. She then set about carefully but thoroughly working over every inch of Tasha’s belly. She breathed, “You did such a great job, Tash. You look so amazing right now.”
It was hard to breathe. Tasha hiccuped again and moaned loudly. She eyed Kat, noting that she hadn't even taken her shoes off yet since she’d gotten home. “Wh-What’s with the softness…? Y-You’re not usually… like this… during playtime…”
Kat’s hands stopped. Then they continued, though the woman herself had glanced away. That didn’t stop Tasha from glimpsing the blush growing in her cheeks though. “Maybe I just realized how lucky I am to have you… and how good you are for me…”
Tasha blinked. She wanted to tease Kat about her blushing now, but… instead… She grabbed Kat’s hand and squeezed it. “L-Love you...”
Kat still didn’t look at her, but she still smiled. She picked up Tasha’s hand and kissed it, responding, “Love you too.”
A few quiet moments passed where the only sound was Tasha’s heavy breathing and the plaintive gurgles coming from her stomach. Then, Tasha broke the silence, “Hey, c-can we take this to the b- *BuuuUooOOOORRP* bedroom? These shorts are… cutting off my… circulation… and I’ve also been… uuuugh… holding back all day… for when you got home… so… you should get comfy too… then…”
Kat blinked. Then she grinned, looking like she was getting back to her usual self. “Holding back, huh? Sounds like I’ll need to get to work, then~. Here, let me help my portly princess to her royal throne.”
It took a monumental effort, but Kat eventually managed to get Tasha to her feet. She helped walk Tasha to the bedroom too since she felt much more unsteady on her feet than she had before the impromptu last-ditch stuffing session. However, just before making it to the bed, Tasha froze. “Uh… can I… go to the bathroom first? I-I kinda need to relieve some pressure, and… I also kinda… want to see… just how much I’ve eaten…”
“How much you’ve- oh, yeah, I gotchu. Sure, let’s go.”
Kat helped Tasha into the bathroom. Tasha leaned against the counter for a second while Kat got the scale out, then unsteadily stepped onto it. She… She couldn’t…
Kat giggled. “Does my favorite little glutton need me to read her weight for her? Is her belly just too big for her to see her feetsies anymore?”
Tasha’s ears burned as she nodded. Kat laughed, then gave Tasha a quick hug and a peck on the head. “Aw, don’t worry, babe. I’ll always read your weight for you, even after you’re two-tons of tub after digesting all this~. Also, might I say that your ass looks amazing in these shorts? Where have these been all this time?”
Tasha grimaced. “Th-These are… the shorts I bought last week… the ones that you said… made my butt look… ‘sad and droopy’... ‘cause they were so loose…”
Kat bit her lip. “Oh. Huh. Well… they don’t make your butt look droopy anymore, so hey, that’s good, right?” The taller women coughed, then leaned over and looked down. “Ok, so your weight now is…” She stopped.
“*HuuUOOOOORRP*... Yeah? What is it…?”
Kat straightened back up. She looked at Tasha. She had sparkles in her eyes. “Hey, hey- how much did you weigh at the start of the week?”
“Uh… my normal weight, I guess… so… one-twelve… ish…?”
Kat laughed excitedly. She gave Tasha’s belly a solid pat that made it wobble despite how tight it was. “Well then, this bad girl of yours is holding over a third of your body weight in food since you weigh one-fifty-five now!”
Over a third…? Holy shit, that was… insane. Completely and utterly… insane…
Kat left the room while Tasha let out what little food her body had decided to digest since that morning, then the massive woman waddled her way back to the bedroom using the walls for support. Kat had taken the opportunity not just to undress, but also to slip into the skimpy purple lingerie Tasha loved on her. The nearly nude brunette had a hungry look plastered across her face as she came over and gave Tasha another hand to help her to the bed.
Kat gently lowered Tasha onto the bed. Tasha panted heavily as Kat knelt down and peeled Tasha’s short shorts off of her since she obviously couldn’t do it herself at this point. Then she crawled onto the bed next to Tasha and leaned in close to kiss her, stealing away what little breath Tasha had. Kat’s hand found its way into Tasha’s shirt during this, teasing the peak of her breast and making Tasha moan softly into Kat’s mouth.
The toned woman broke away from Tasha, leaving the glutted dirty blonde to gasp with half-shut eyes. Kat grinned widely and ran a finger all along the length of Tasha’s belly from just beneath her chest all the way down to her pelvis, spending some extra time playing with Tasha’s too-shallow navel.
“I hope you’re ready, Tash… ‘cause I’m not gonna let you sleep until we’ve burnt off all the calories from your lazy week of stuffing together. Every-” Kat slipped one finger in. “Single-” A second finger. “One~.”
Tasha let out a short yelp as Kat started to have her way. She had never been more ready - never.
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Original Starting Weight - 112 lbs
Final Weight - 155 (+43) lbs
Weight of Food Eaten Today - 18 lbs
Final Total Weight of Eaten Food - 57 lbs
