Sunday, March 9, 2014

7: Breaking Belly

Sarah had become one of those fat-skinny girls. You know, between fat and skinny. She had a belly on her, that's for sure. The belly came from her constant food addiction she developed. Instead of being afraid to step on the scale, she practically tries to brake it. It doesn't matter what challenge it is, she's going to go for it. Whether it be a whole cake or a pie.

Amy was Sarah's sister. She was 16, so about 3 years younger than Sarah. Like a younger Sarah, she was constantly worried about her weight. Amy was kind of isolated from the outside. She sat in her room for long periods of time, talking on her iPhone and iPad. She was the antisocial sister in the household.

But one day, that all changed. It all started with a knock on the door...

Knock, knock.

Sarah walked to the front of her apartment and looked through the hole in the door. The hole was fogged up from the condensation the constant changes in weather brought. Again, there was a knock on the door.
Knock, knock.

Sarah plainly sighed. "Who is it?" she yelled through the door.
"It's Amy."
"Amy?!" Sarah quietly whispered.
"What?"
"Nothing..."

She opened the door and in walked her skinny sister. The pulled off her Dugg boots that were covered in the white snow. Sarah sweetly smiled at her.
"Dang," Amy put her hands on Sarah's pot belly, "are you pregnant?!"
Sarah put her hands over Amy's hands.
"Yes... With a food baby." Amy slid her hands out off her stomach, but Sarah kept on rubbing it. Rubbing her belly through her tight shirt.

"Sarah, there's something I need to talk to you about..." Amy calmly said.
"What?"
"I kind of need a place to stay."
"What happened?"
Amy kind of hesitated.
"... I'm pregnant."
Sarah jumped up.
"What?!"
"I know, mom and dad are angry at me. Is there anyway I can stay here?"

Sarah was about to reject until she thought about one thing: the cravings. Pregnant women had cravings all day. Pickles with ice cream! Peanut butter and noodles! All of that. Sarah wanted to have a stuffing buddy to fatten up along with her. She could imagine it: Sarah's Fat Camp.

Without hesitating, she gave Amy the answer.
"Yes."
Amy jumped up and hugged Sarah.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Sarah hugged her back.
"Amy, are you hungry? Thirsty?"
Amy stood back.
"I am a bit hungry, honestly. Do you have any Nutella and bread?"
Of course she had Nutella.
"Yes I do. I'll be back in a second."

She walked into the kitchen and opened up the cupboards. She pulled out the brand new thing of Nutella and her white bread. She opened up the can of creamy Nutella. Suddenly, she got an idea. A devious, fattening idea: Mixing up chocolate protein powder into the Nutella. The protein powder was fattening and made for going to the gym. The more fat you had, the more energy you had. The only thing was Amy and Sarah didn't exercise. So, it would just fatten them up.

Sarah opened up the pack of protein powder and sneaked it in the Nutella. Spoonful by spoonful, she poured it into there. She quickly sneaked the powder back into her medicine cabinet. She spread the drugged Nutella onto the bread.

She handed the bread to Amy. Amy popped it into her mouth and her eyes lit up.
"I was so hungry. You know, pregnancy cravings." 
Sarah watched her sister eat the bread, bite by bite. It was a quite satisfactory feeling fattening up her sibling.

The next day, Sarah woke up and thought about having some of the delicious Nutella. She quietly tip-toed down the stairs and went into the kitchen, with her eye on the prize. Amy walked in with the an empty Nutella can in her hand.
"I'm sorry. I had a craving for Nutella, plain."
She dumped the empty can in the garbage. Sarah watched with her eyes open. She just secretly fed her sister half a gallon of protein powder. Whatever the impact, she was excited to see it.

Sarah heard grunting coming from Amy's bedroom. She slithered over to her door and peaked in. Amy could not button her pants. She tugged and pulled, but they would not fit on her. Sarah knocked on the door to check on Amy. Quickly, Amy sucked in and buttoned them.
"Come in." She shouted.

Sarah walked in and saw her shorts cutting into her waist.
"Are you okay, Amy?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?--"
Suddenly, her shorts gave up.

Pop!

The button popped off and rolled across the floor. Amy sighed and sat down on her bed and relaxed. Sarah sat down with Amy. They hugged each other.
"If it makes you feel better, I popped so many pairs of pants and I'm not even pregnant."
Amy put her hand on Sarah's belly.
"Yes you are. You're having a food baby."
Sarah put her hand on Amy's belly.
"And you are having a baby."
They hugged each other and their bellies collided. Two bellies, soon to expand.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Special Episode: The Apartment

Sarah's grocery shopping day had come soon, due to the fact she got an apartment. There were so many bright sides to living alone. Nobody judging you for eating a whole cake, the ability to play with your belly in the wide open. It was all magic.

She sat in the corner, stuffing her face from the sun's rise to the sun's setting. Her job was the only time she seemed to leave the corner. That and other special events, like family visiting. To her, eating was a blessing. The ability to add up calories, calorie by calorie was amazing.

She had started a pile of wrappers in her house. They remain there, until someone says they are coming over. That was one of the exact reasons she moved out. Freedom. Her mother had judged her for becoming a pig. It was partially her fault, though.

All of her clothes had become too small for her recently. The average morning, thanks to her new plump belly, consisted of plenty of rips and pops. Unlike other girls, she would awe in amazement at the button, and see how many more she could pop. Beside her dresser, she had a pile of popped buttons. A whopping total of 13 buttons. Those were just the ones from her shirts.

It was her day off. Hard earned, if you ask her. She laid in bed, rubbing her belly. It was big, but so small. Since she had some newly earned freedom and a day off, she came up with the master plan. To get the equipment she needed, she had to look on the loneliest place of all... Craigslist.

The equipment was used, so it was cheap. It came with everything she needed, plus extras. It's seller was an old man, about 70 or 80 years old.
"It's $500. Take it or leave it."
She handed him $500 cash exactly. Like a boss. He counted it out in front of her. You can never be to safe about things. He slid the cash in his pocket and loaded up the fountain in her truck.

As soon as she got home, she rushed to set it up. It was an easy set up. Plug and use. As she plugged it in, the screen lit up in bright colors. The letters stood out more than the colors. The letter read:
RED'S FOUNTAIN DRINKS
It was beautiful; A machine that made drinks with the help of a little pouch. This was the best option for her for many reasons.

  1. You can't die from water or alcohol intoxication and your organs won't rupture.
  2. It puts on permanent weight from the calories.
She inserted a tube from the dispenser into her mouth. For the moment of truth, she pushed the button and sat back. In her mouth, came a sugary array of fattening liquid. She relaxed as her stomach bloated. Her eyes closed in relaxation. It was great.

Her belly pushed on her jeans and shirt. She became trapped in her clothes, like a prisoner. But soon, she was planning a prison break. She upped the flow of the fountain. It came out 2x as fast. As soon as you know it...

Pop, pop, pop.

She turned off the machine, very satisfied. Her belly had grown so much. As she walked, she could her oceans of soda swish in her stomach. It was a reaffirming sound to her. It always reminded her:
Freedom awaits.

She laid on her bed, and her eyes crept open. She was pretty much sleeping in a trash bag full of junk food. As she opened her eyes for the last time before she slept, she popped a mintoe into her mouth.
Her belly gurgled and expanded. The sound of her belly gurgling was the sound of sucess. For she had grown from a girl.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Announcement: I need some people to sign up for my Feederism website.

It's a place where Feeders and Feedees can exchange content and request videos. It is a female stuffers content only site, but other stuffers are welcome to check out the female's content! I really need people to sign up, so please, check it out and help spread the word!
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Sunday, December 22, 2013

5: The Bulge.

Sarah always had a problem with herself: she could never grasp reality in her palms. She was really different than she had expected she'd be like. 10 years ago, if you would have asked her what she would be at 19, she would have said:
"A movie star! I'd be on every TV screen and in every theater."

Well, her nine-year old self had it all wrong. Instead of being the center of attention, she was gorging herself in food of all kinds. And for her job? She was far from a movie star. She was a waitress at a greasy-spoon diner. Just like an animal lover who became a veterinarian, or a person who liked assisting people became a nurse, she was around the thing she loved. Food.

The diner was called "Joe's Diner." What a generic name for a diner. Joe was always very furious at the workers, no matter what they did. Good or not, he was angry. At least he found a way to be angry at everything. He especially hated Sarah for some unknown reason.

It was a normal day in the diner, a day before Christmas. It was snowing outside and very chilly inside. Two strangers rose out from behind the fog of Christmas Eve. They were both male, one dressed in a long black coat and the other in a normal T-Shirt. They came inside and wiped their feet on the "Welcome" mat.

Joe grumbled.
"Go and serve those men."

As normal, she did what he demanded. She sat them by the door, it wasn't busy. They were the only people in the diner other than the staff themselves. She handed them the cloth lined menus.
"Welcome to Joe's Diner! I'm Sarah and I'll be your server. Can I get you something to drink?"
The men scrambled through the menu for a second. The man in the long black coat smiled.
"I'll have a water, if that's okay, miss."
The other man glanced at her.
"Me too."

She returned no longer than a minute later with drinks. They sipped on their drinks while Joe called a meeting a table or two across from the men.

"I, uh..." he paused, "I felt that you guys needed a reward for all the good work you've done this year. And well... I'm giving you a Christmas Bonus."
He passed out checks, all creditable for $1000. She thought about all the things she could buy with that check.

Clothes! Video games! A vacation! Food...

She snapped back into reality.
"Well... Yeah. Merry Christmas." Joe shouted.

She finished serving the guys at the table and Joe closed up. It wasn't busy due to the snowstorm that was shutting down all the highways in the Mid-West. Her car slid and her engine sputtered while driving home in the storm. It was nerve racking.

The door of her parent's house creeked open. It was silent inside... Too silent. There was a note taped upon the refrigerator, of course the first place she would look. It said:

Gone shopping.
I will be home ASAP.

Love, Mom.

To her, this was an opportunity to eat whatever she wanted. With no parental advisory, she could gorge herself in whatever she wanted. 

The cupboard door swung open. She looked for something tasty, yet fattening. After a minute of searching, she could not find anything. Nothing tasty, nothing fattening (gee, thanks mom.) She decided to go on a food run down to the gas station down the road.

Inside the Gas Station, there was so much junk food. Twinkies, Little Debbie cakes, hot dogs, candy, even pie. She had $1,000 in her pocket and she was ready to indulge in treats.

When she went to check out. her box contained a box of Twinkies, a 2 liter of Coke, and a tape measure. The cashier chose not to look in her eye, for some unknown reason. He slid the Twinkies across the scanner, then the Coke, and finally the tape measure.
"12.64..."
"What?"
"12.64..."
"I can't hear you, I'm sorry."
"12.64!"

The cashier hyperventilated. She handed him $12.64 cents, and not a cent more. She brought it all to her room at her house and got things ready. The pillows were sent up in a comfortable setting-up position, a tray for her food, and the things she bought.

Before stuffing, she measured. 26 inches. Pretty skinny. Soon, she laid down in her bed and opened up the box of Twinkies. One by one, she slid the delicious Twinkies into her mouth. She could feel her pants cutting into her stomach after each Twinkie. Her shirt was getting tight too.

She finished scarfing down the box of Twinkies. Her taste buds ached for more. So, she grabbed the bottle of Coke from beside her. She poured it into her dry mouth. It ran down, little at a time. Soon, her shirt rode up on her and the pants were practically a part of her.

As she finished the last sip of Coke, she became proud of herself. She finally started feeling like she was fat. That feeling was a great one.

The slamming of the front door echoed through the house.
"I brought you some food!" her mother shouted up toward her room.
"Uhh... Thanks, mom. I'm good."
"Come down here and eat your food right now!"

Her mother slopped the plate of Fried Chicken in front of her. She tore off a little piece of the bone. It was dry and moist, unlike usual. She popped it into her mouth. That was when her pants gave up on her.

Pop!

The button flew off her jeans and her mother stared in disgust.

Please give me some recommendations for Part 6! 

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Mini-Story: The Feelings from a Stuffer's point of view...

I love it when I wake up. My belly is empty and I can go eat. I go downstairs and I eat and eat. My stomach grows everyday. Everyday, I get closer to becoming a sphere. It is rewarding to me. My jiggly-ness is perfect.

I also eat during the day. I eat nonstop to ensure that my belly will grow. Pizza, chips, junk food. All of that. I feel my pants get tighter by the minute. I feel my belly pushing against my pants, wanting out.

It forces it's way out by popping the button. Soon, it hangs over and jiggles. It's all worth it. It's all worth it at the end of the day, when I step on the glass scale...

... And the scale shatters.

4 2/2: The Golden Mile

She couldn't eat anymore. She was way too full. Jake drove her home in disappointment. He really wanted her to rip out her clothes.

They got to her house and she said goodbye and went inside. She could feel her body slightly feel heavier. Maybe tonight wasn't a disappointment...


I'm sorry for the ending. I know it sucked, but I had to cut it short due to being too unrealistic. I am planning on taking requests for the next stories, so please, write what you want to see next in the comments.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Part 4 1/2: The Golden Mile (Christmas Edition!)

 Sarah had a weekend off from work. She used 1 day to sit in bed and scarf on Little Debbie snack cakes and chips. Christmas wasn't too long away. She was ready for the Christmas dinner already.

She went onto the internet to do her daily browsing of Reddit. Reddit was practically filled with stuff. So much stuff indeed. She went to her cities subreddit, a small subreddit. There, there was something incredible...

"THE GOLDEN MILE!" it said, "THE GOLDEN MILE!"

Sarah was curious, what was the Golden Mile? She considered not clicking it, but she had to. There, it brought her to a map. A map of her town with a route, highlighted in gold. She zoomed in, and on it... It was a straight mile of Fast Food restaurants. Below it were the words:

"12 restaurants, 12 meals, 1 night."

This was a genius idea. She printed out the map and folded it in her pocket. She would do this tonight, with Jake. Her phone rang. Speak of the devil, it was Jake. She held it up to her ear,
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"I've got something I need to ask you. Do you want to do the Golden Mile?"
"What's that?"
"A restaurant crawl. 12 fast food restaurants, 12 meals, 1 night."

He giggled. "Yes, I would love to. So, meet up at 8?" She said yes.

7:59 P.M.

Jake pulled up in his old cruiser. Sarah was prepared, she packed everything. She even brought some Ginger Ale for her belly if it started to ache.  She got in the car and got ready for the mayhem. First restaurant, Subway.

They went inside and ordered the largest size sub they had.
"What would you like on it?" the cashier asked. She looked him right in the eye.
"Everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything..."

He stacked meat on meat, vegetables on vegetables, even cheese on cheese. She picked it up and slowly ate it. Bite by bite. She could feel her belly poke out a bit.

She finished the sandwich in a couple minutes. Next stop, McDonalds.

She pulled up to the window.
"Welcome to McDonalds, what would you like?"
"A Big Mac meal with a Coke to drink."
"That's all?"
"Yep."
"Pull up to the first window."

They pulled up and Jake paid. They handed her the meal. She quickly gulped down the fries and started on the Big Mac. The more she ate, the tighter her pants got. Her pants might not make it through the night...

After she finished her Big Mac, she headed to Burger King. When she got there, she ordered a Whopper. The Whopper was her favorite. She could eat it in one bite.

When she got her hands on the Whopper, she stuffed it in her face. She knew how many calories she was taking in, but she didn't care. She loved gaining weight.

She wasn't sure if she could make it through the night, she was already close to getting full.
"I'm not sure if I can finish..."
Jake looked at her.
"You can do it!" he cheered her on.

They went ahead and pulled into Chick Fil A.
"Welcome to Chick Fil A, what would you like to eat?"
"8 piece nugget."
"Thank you! Pull up to the next window."

As they reached the next window, Sarah was already feeling full. But she took the nuggets and stuffed them. And as I thought, her pants didn't make it through the night.

Pop!

Her button flew off her jeans. She was proud of herself, and it just made her hungrier. She drove over to Panda Express. She walked inside and ordered Orange Chicken and Chow Mein. She grabbed a fork and stuffed her face full of food. People were looking at her stuff and her jeans that were now broken. She was on her way to being fat.

To Be Continued...