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Tasha's Week of Hunger (Day 2)
🕑 Added 2023-03-18 00:00:02 +0000 UTCThe bright morning light stabbed Tasha’s eyes. Oh God, what time was it? She was so stiff… and her poor belly… oooh, she didn’t feel too good…
It took Tasha a few moments of blinking sleep from her eyes to realize why she felt so stiff. She’d passed out on the couch from a food coma. She wasn’t surprised that it’d happened considering the empty popcorn bowl and the single dollop of buttercream frosting left on the coffee table from her cake, but still… She usually had a lot of exercise post-stuffing, so she wasn’t used to passing out like that. She’d have to either include some coffee in her dinner schedule or bring a pillow out here…
Tasha pushed herself up into a sitting position and immediately felt a loud rumble echo through her belly. Her cheeks puffed up and she let out a loud *UuuuuuUUUurrrrp*. She groaned and rubbed her belly, which was still heavily distended even after a whole night of digestion. She gave her side a small pinch. Maybe she was a bit softer? She had no clue. The food she ate rarely added to her waist anyways, so if it had, it would be a welcome change.
A small bout of hiccups was Tasha’s entertainment while she did her morning business in the bathroom. She’d considered trying to keep everything in for the whole week, but that sounded nightmarish - both mentally and physically. If she didn’t explode, she would probably get sick from holding all that in. It was also hard to imagine being able to have any fun with a gut full of that instead of a gut full of food. Maybe that was just Tasha, though. Either way, pass.
So… day two, huh? Tasha found herself standing in the kitchen, weighing her options. She wasn’t hungry. She wasn’t even vaguely hungry. The idea of eating didn’t sound appealing in the least. This was an unexpected problem. She’d hoped that the idea of fun times with Kat would be able to keep her motivated and excited for the whole week, and it had worked for the first meal (a little too well), but now? Yeesh.
The bloated woman needed to find a new way to motivate herself. She could try looking some stuff up? Maybe some weird kink thread somewhere had advice for long-term stuffing for beginners. Oh, but while she searched… Tasha put some bread in the toaster, some waffles she’d made yesterday into the microwave, and a peach into her mouth. Sure, Tasha didn’t feel like eating, but the idea didn’t make her stomach turn either. For now, she’d keep going as if she were continuing her plan. If she didn’t find anything to get her motivated, then she could quit and find something else to do.
While waiting for her other food to heat up, Tasha grabbed her laptop and started browsing the stuffing kink threads Kat had told her about. Tasha hadn’t been too interested in them herself and only ever looked at their stuff over Kat’s shoulder. What should she be searching for anyways? This one had mostly stuff about feedees and feeders. Tons of weight gain stuff and some dom and sub stuff. How to deal with stretch marks and best ‘foods’ for funnel feeding… yeah, nope. Not helpful. Next site.
After her food was all warm and tasty, Tasha jammed her bread and syrupped her waffles. She finished off her peach, put the pit in its place (the trash), and grabbed her food. She’d be comfier doing this at Kat’s tiny dining table that she sometimes forgot Kat had.
Hey, at least the waffles she’d made were good. Great job, past Tash. A few scrolls down the r/FemaleBellyinflation thread on Reddit had gotten Tasha nowhere, though. It was mostly just before-and-afters of bellies and some first-timer questions and advice and junk. Nothing too - uh, wait a second. That was actually a really big tum. Like, really big. Nothing on Kat’s size, but still… uh… hmm…
Tasha kept scrolling and checking out anything that caught her eye, taking bites of her food whenever she noticed she wasn’t chewing anymore. Most of the posts she was seeing weren’t that impressive or were more about chub than tum growth, but sometimes… wow…
Hm? Oh, Tasha was out of food. When had that happened? Then again, it hadn’t been that much. Just a couple of waffles and toast slices. She stood up and quickly got a pan of brownies out of the fridge to munch on as her between-breakfast-and-lunch snack. Then she decided to try out another site. She’d heard awful things about DeviantArt and had laughed at some of the horrific inflation art Kat had shown her on her homepage, but she’d also shown Tasha a few good pictures as well. It wouldn’t help Tasha find a way to motivate herself, but it would be a good way to burn some time, at least… oh wow, that was… wow, that’s lewd. A belly that big just from breast m…? Oh… uh… oh wow…
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It was noon. Tasha’s butt hurt from sitting on Kat’s awful dining room chair for so long. She’d gotten up a couple of times to get some snacks from the kitchen, but otherwise, she’d just been… staring at tums. Tum pics, tum vids, tum art, lewd tums, SFW tums, big tums, small tums… just… tums…
In fact, the only reason why Tasha stopped getting lost in the sauce was because her stomach let out a long string of disgruntled rumbles. The dazed brunette jumped in her seat and looked around. Shit, how long had it been? She’d only planned on browsing for an hour or two, yet now it was… one? That meant… actually, it didn’t mean much. Tasha hadn’t looked at what time it’d been when she’d sat down in the first place. What she did know, though, is that she felt motivated. EXTREMELY motivated. Also, horny. She felt horny.
Shit. As it turns out, Tasha was kinky even without Kat. She’d just only ever experienced it with her lover, so she’d never managed to get solo stuff to click in her head. Now that it HAD, though… oooooh boy. She was SO excited for the rest of this week, even without the end prize of Kat coming home! She wasn’t sure how well her enthusiasm would last against the feeling of being packed to the gills, but hey - maybe that would feel better as well now? Who knows? Tasha’s only regret was that it was already halfway through the day and she’d barely had anything to eat so far, so her schedule was WAY behind. After all, all she’d eaten was two slices of toast, two waffles, a peach, a batch of brownies, two family-sized bags of chips, a two-liter of cola, and two bananas-
Wait, what? That was, uh… actually kind of a lot, wasn’t it…?
As if in response, a mournful *RrrrGgRrrrrrll* sounded from Tasha’s belly. She bit her lip as she looked down at herself. Yup. She was still hella bloated. She’d definitely gained a few inches around during her time on the online tum tour. She felt even more full now than she had earlier, and her belly was even more upset, but she was in the mood now, so it felt… great…
Heh. Eheheheh. Tasha got to her feet and marveled at how her skin got tighter. It was time for lunch, wasn’t it? Tasha didn’t want anything too big, but she could certainly go for a few helpings of veggie lasagna. She’d bring that big bowl of pudding she’d made into the living room too to tide her over until dinner. If that was enough, anyways…
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Tasha giggled as she lay on her side, exhausted. Several tissues and a dead toy lay on the floor beneath her as she stared stupidly at the TV, where Stranger Things was playing. She’d always meant to watch this show at some point, but Kat’d vetoed it. Then again, she wasn’t really watching it now either. She was too focused on herself…
Empty plates and bowls lay stacked on the coffee table, just barely not blocking Tasha’s view. Even now, Tasha reached up on the seat next to her, grabbed a sour cream and onion chip, and fed it to herself. She chewed it up, swallowed, and shivered as her stomach rumbled violently.
She was full. Tasha had been stuffed before. She’d spent an entire day packing food away. That had been intense. She’d gone from empty to full, heavy, and tight so quickly, followed by many hours of intimacy with Kat, that she’d barely been able to experience this. Just being that full, laying here with it, loving it… It was a whole new thing.
*UuuuRurrrgglllggl*
The roaring of Tasha’s stomach was shortly followed by a long, low burp. Tasha had found that, despite how much she’d been eating and drinking, she didn’t need to go to the bathroom very often. It seemed like her inefficient metabolism was having trouble moving all this food along, let alone digesting it. She chuckled. Her plan might work even better than she thought at this rate~.
Still, Tasha, remember - as turned on as you might still feel, take it slow. Eat some chips, have a… heavy dinner, but not too heavy, and only have a few snacks before bed.
Speaking of which… the sky outside was growing red. After this bag of chips, Tasha should start thinking about what to have for dinner. She had some burgers that she could quickly reheat and slap together… or maybe she was feeling shrimp and rice… oh, there were so many choices…
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Tasha, feeling tired and hazy, stumbled into the bathroom to do whatever she needed to do to get herself into bed ASAP. She’d eaten so much… Oooooh fuck, she was so full… all the food in her belly was really dragging on her system from her body trying so hard to digest it. With her gut draining all her energy, it left Tasha with nothing other than a need to sleep.
Though, with that said… while groggily swishing around mouthwash, a glint of light caught Tasha’s eye. The scale… Tasha had only ever ignored scales since she could never seem to put on weight even the few times she had tried, but now… She wondered just how high that number would go now…
The glutted woman spat out her mouthwash, did a quick rinse, then shuffled over to the technological judge that so many feared. She turned it on with a little foot tap, then stepped on when it was ready. It was already hard to see her number with her belly like this. She had to lean forward a good bit to see clearly. Her normal weight shifted between one-ten and one-fifteen depending on the season, the time of the month, and how many times she’d had to talk to her brother recently, with a usual average of one-twelve. But now she was…
Tasha’s eyes just about popped out of her skull. One-thirty-nine. She was almost thirty freaking pounds heavier! What the hell!? Was it even possible for someone to eat that much in…
Well… this was after two full days of stuffing herself. If she ate an average of five pounds of food a meal, then this was about right… though she’d also been using the bathroom when the need (infrequently) struck, so actually, she’d eaten even more than that. She had been snacking a bunch too, though, so that probably made up for it. Still… just to double check… Tasha stepped off and back onto the scale. Same number. Hoooo, boy. If Tasha kept on this pace, she might not even be able to lift her gut anymore by the end of the week…
Tasha stumbled off the scale and leaned on the bathroom counter. Oh man, her body was hitting her hard with the need to lie down now. She slowly made her way to bed and flopped down heavily on her side, making the bed springs creak and groan. The moment her head hit the pillow, Tasha was already passing out. She couldn’t wait to keep up her progress tomorrow…
Original Starting Weight - 112 lbs
Day 2 Ending Weight - 139 (+27) lbs
Weight of Food Eaten Today - 19 lbs
Total Weight of Food Eaten - 29 lbs
Comments
Skellie
Great stuff!
