Super long story!

Here’s an extra long story that I wrote a while ago for you guys!! Enjoy :) 

So I got off work early which means my belly is about to get stuffed! My roommate is working too and texted me about an hour ago that she’d be working late which just gives me more time to fill myself up. I know I want pasta but I don’t know what kind. I think I’ll just get a few things! My roommate won’t be home for hours so I’ll definitely have time to finish it!!

It’s been an hour and I am STARVING! My doorbell just rang which means all my food just arrived! I know three dishes may have been overkill but I just couldn’t choose.

I’m practically running to the door I still haven’t changed out of my work clothes so it’s hard to move in this skirt but I’m pretty desperate to get all this heavy pasta into my rumbling belly.

I’m already starving so I decide to take my time and set up my food nicely. Once it’s all plated I start to dig in.

Half way through the first dish the thirst hits me and I remember the 2L of coke I bought yesterday. When I get up to walk to the fridge I can feel my belly poking out a bit but not much. I don’t even wait till I’m back in my chair before I’m chugging it.

I finish the first dish and I’m feeling pretty big. Pasta is super filling so I’m just gonna take a couples bites of the other two and then take a break. That’s when my roommate texts me. A text that I definitely didn’t want to see.

“Hey they don’t need my help tonight so I’ll be home soon!”

Fuck.

That means she’ll be home in an hour. How am I supposed to explain why I got THREE giant containers of pasta. I can’t leave this in the fridge for her to see and I can’t throw it away that would just be wasteful. I… I think I’m gonna have to eat it.

I don’t have much time so I start scarfing it down. My belly is already so full and heavy but I don’t want my roommate to know how much of a pig I am so I force it down. I won’t lie it actually tastes and feels really good. My belly is starting to ache from how quickly I’m stretching it out but I can’t stop.

I finish the second one and I feel like I’m about to explode. It was sooo salty. The soda helps with that but the amount of salt means that I’m holding on to every drop of liquid I consume making me look absolutely massive. I look insane right now. My work skirt is digging into my gluttonous tummy and thighs and my massive stomach and boobs have created gaps between each button on my shirt. At this point I don’t think I can fit much more in my belly but somehow I’m still hungry and desperate for more.

I start on the last dish and when I lean forward to grab my bottle of coke my skirt gives out. It tears a slit up my thigh and rips by the zipper on the side giving my belly more room to expand. This skirt fit me perfectly before I started eating but look at me now. I’m massive and I’m not even done yet.

My skirt is now unwearable but theres no turning back now. I lean forward to put the bottle back and my shirt gives too. The buttons around the middle of my belly pop off and the top of the shirt shreds across my boobs fully exposing my bra. I’m now sitting here in my tattered clothes with a swollen beach ball belly continuing to stuff myself. I must look like an absolute monster like this but I don’t have time to think about it.

I finish the last of the third dish I can’t even move. I ate so fast that I still have 20 minutes until my roommate is home. She usually gets stuck in traffic so I have 30 if I’m lucky but honestly I can’t even peel my big fat body out of this seat. She can’t come home and find my enormous blown out belly bulging out of torn up work clothes sat in front of three empty containers and an empty 2L.

25 minutes goes by and I know she’ll walk through the door any second. It’s crunch time so I force my enormous body off the chair that I’ve been stuck in and throw everything into a trash bag.

I have to put it in the bin outside so she doesn’t see it in our can so I grab a jacket on my way out in attempts to at least cover some part of me. I waddle out the door like a pregnant woman. I look both ways to make sure no neighbors are watching and then go outside. I successfully get rid of the evidence but when I turn to walk back in I see that my neighbor was sitting on his deck the whole time watching me wide eyed.

I freeze standing there in my tattered clothes, belly hanging out, and desperately clutching my jacket that is now too small to wrap around my thick chubby body. I give an awkward smile and wave and hurry inside. And by hurry I mean heavy jiggly sluggish steps.

I’m halfway up the stairs to my room when I hear the garage but it’s hard to go up the steps with my stomach so large and protruding. By the time I make it to my bedroom door my roommate is at the bottom of the steps calling up to me.

“Melly! I’m home! Do you want to go grab something to eat? I’m starving!”

I quickly turn the corner and shut the door behind me. My heart is racing and I have to lean against the door because the weight of my belly has me ready to collapse.

“Uh… Yeah one second! I need to change real quick!”

Fuck.

I should’ve just told her that I already ate. Now somehow I have to shove even more food into this already way overfed tummy of mine… Too late now.

“Okay I’ll go wait in the car!”

“Okay I’ll be down in a sec!!”

Damn it.

How am I gonna get these clothes off?? They’re digging so far into my plush rolls of fat, so stuck on my burgeoning belly that no amount of tugging is going to remove them. I pull hard on my shirt first and it tears. My skirt wont be nearly as easy because the fabric is so thick. I suck in as hard as I can but nothing happens. My stomach is packed so tight that even trying hurts and basically gives me no extra room.

I have to grab a pair of scissors out of the drawer in my table and do the only thing I can think of: cut it off. It’s hard to get them under the fabric because it’s pressed so tightly into me. After struggling and struggling I finally get it off of me. My belly is free and boy does it feel good. I hear my phone buzz and see that my roommate texted me.

“Hurry up I’m so hungry!! Lets get pizza :)”

“Sorry I’m looking for my wallet!! Pizza sounds good!!”

I grab my favorite jeans but once I manage to pull them up over my ass I realize how silly it was to think that they would button. My swollen belly is about to explode! Of course they wouldn’t fit me right now. I grab my biggest sweatshirt but upon putting it on I discover that my stomach is so huge that even in an xxl sweatshirt it sticks out in a very VERY noticeable way. What do I do?? I grab some shape wear and take a breath before I squeeze the hell out of my poor stuffed belly. This is gonna hurt.

With quite a lot of effort I get it over my thighs and butt. It’s meant to be tight and with my full tummy in the way it’s even harder to put it on. Again, I try to suck in. My rock hard belly retracts the tiniest bit and I pull it up with all my might. I get it half way up before I have to breathe out and as I do it rolls back down to my hips. I take another second and then try again. I get it all the way up this time and when I breathe out I feel it’s full effects. My tummy is now compressed as much as it possibly can be. It’s still very noticeably round and big but this is the best I’m gonna do.

I pull down my sweatshirt to see the results. I can still see how fat I look. Easily. At this point I’m out of time and ideas so I grab my leggings from the drawer and start to put them on. These are much easier than the spanx I have on under. These leggings would normally dig into a big stuffed belly but with the compression already on it they sit perfectly flat. I turn to look in the mirror. I look pretty pregnant but I’m hoping my roommate won’t notice.

I grab my phone and hurry down the stairs the best I can before sliding on some slippers. There’s no way I could reach down and tie my shoes with this belly in the way even after squishing it as flat as possible.

I hop in the passengers seat and my roommate is preoccupied on her phone.

“Hey! How was your time off?”

“It was great! How was work!”

“Horrible. I’ll tell you all about it over our pizza! I know it’s kind of far but do you want to go to that place by our old apartment? I miss it and I want comfort food!”

Perfect. That’ll give me some time to digest during the hour long drive before I have to eat anything else.

“I would love to!”

Every bump we drive over I feel my belly bounce around in my lap. I’m not even sure how it can still move with all this food packed in. I can’t even sing along to the music she’s playing because I’m so focused on how my belly feels. I stick my hands under the bottom of my sweatshirt and give myself some belly rubs. I deserve it and my roommate is too focused on the road to even notice.

It feels incredible. I love hiding this massive beach ball gut in public. It’s like a big secret… really big. There’s so much doughy round belly to play with. The seatbelt is fully tucked under my lower belly and I can’t even see it. My blimp of a stomach is blown up so massively I don’t even recognize myself. I normally have an hourglass body shape but my gut is so packed that it sticks out on the sides making me look even rounder and chunkier.

By the time we get there I feel like some room has freed up. My swollen belly still hasn’t gotten any smaller but I love the way it feels pushing against my shape wear.

We order our food and by the time it gets here I feel… Hungry? Again? We decide to just get one pizza. She eats two slices and so do I. As we talk about her day I mindlessly munch on another slice… And then another…

As I take my last bite of my fourth slice I feel my spanx start to give. The unmistakable sound of fabric tearing hits my ears. Luckily my roommate doesn’t notice before I’m quickly excusing myself to go to the restroom. She asks if I want her to come, as girls do, but I shut her down and half run half waddle to the restroom. I get into a stall but I’m so out of breath that I have to sit down. I put down the lid and plop down onto it.

That’s when all hell breaks loose.

Not only do my spanx fully tear open on both sides revealing my belly at it’s absolute most massive form, but the toilet seat lid BREAKS. My fat ass actually broke it…

So I’m sitting there yet again in tattered clothing with my belly in my lap but now I have to deal with damaged property.

You’re kidding me.

I tug at the shape wear and after losing its durability it comes off easily. I have to peel my leggings off to remove it from my legs and putting them back on is noticeably harder than usual.

These leggings are high waisted and normally come up to my belly button but even though they’re super stretchy they can no longer contain my tank of a gut.

That’s when I hear the bathroom door open… Of course my roommate walked in on me at this exact moment.

“Melly? Are you okay in there?”

“Uh… I… Yeah… Just uh… Stomach problems?”

Understatement of the century.

“Okay…? Do you need anything?”

“No I’m good but you might wanna leave it’s not gonna be pretty in here.”

Better that she thinks I have diarrhea or something than what’s actually going on.

“Haha okay. I’m gonna go pay the bill just meet me out there when you’re done.”

Finally she leaves and I can get back to this mess I’ve created. I hoist myself up off the toilet and the seat falls to the floor. I ripped it off the hinges and cracked it down the middle. My leggings are digging a deep line into my enormous belly and my sweatshirt isn’t hiding it well. I leave the toilet seat where it is and go to throw my spanx in the trash can. Just like my clothes from earlier they are now unusable.

I take a quick look in the mirror before I walk out but I stop dead in my tracks baffled at the size of my belly. Seeing it from above was one thing but seeing it the way other people would is another. It’s so noticeably huge I’m sure anyone who took a look at me would think I’m about to pop. Of course, I am but they would mean it like I’m about to give birth whereas I am actually just an overfed overstuffed pig.

There’s nothing I can do at this point so I decide to just go out and try to leave quickly. I hold my purse in front of my oversized stomach and cross my arms as best I can to try and conceal the monster I created.

When I waddle out my roommate gets up and smiles. She either doesn’t notice or she just doesn’t say anything. My face is bright red hoping no one sees what I really look like behind this bag and tightly hugged arms.

“Hey! Feel better?”

“Yep! All good! Let’s get outta here!”

The walk to the car is no piece of cake… Although cake does sound yummy right now. God how can I even think about food in this state.

She gets in the car first and when she turns to check her mirrors I uncross my arms and hoist myself into the passenger seat, rather ungracefully might I add. The second my butt hits the seat the car dips down with the weight of me but again, my roommate doesn’t notice. I put my bag on my left leg close to my hip hoping she won’t see anything from her angle. Five minutes into the drive I’ve already pulled my leggings down to my hips. I know they’ve probably left a deep angry red line on my belly where they were digging in. With nothing to hold it in my belly is free to bounce and spread onto my lap. That being said it doesn’t bounce much because of how engorged it is but the layers of squishy fat I’ve piled on recently are still able to jiggle around.

The car ride home felt much shorter than the ride there and when we pull in my roommate tells me she’s gonna call her boyfriend and that she’ll be in in a second. I tell her I’m gonna go take a shower and that I’ll see her tomorrow. She leans over to hug me and luckily the center console blocks my belly from squishing up against her. I get out and quickly turn my back to her before walking away. Somehow my belly feels even heavier than it was when we left the restaurant.

I’m thirsty so I grab my 1L water bottle and start my trek up the stairs. I have to pause and take breaks because of how huge I am. By the time I make it up the stairs I’m crawling towards the bathroom. There’s no way I can stand again so I just decide to take a bath and call it a day.

I drink my water as the tub fills. It hurts to even put anything else into my stretched out stomach but I’m so thirsty so I push through the pain. I slide down into the tub and I’m not surprised to see that my belly is fully sticking out of the water. I’m almost too wide to fit in here like this and the water is so displaced that it’s nearly spilling over the edge.

An hour goes by and the water is cold but I know getting up is gonna be tricky. I let the water start to drain while I push myself up with all my strength. Luckily I don’t slip but with all this extra padding I’m not sure it would even hurt. I grab my towel to dry off but I’m still so big that it doesn’t fully wrap around me.

I call out to my roommate and get no response. Thank god she’s asleep because I’m about to walk from my bathroom to my room with my fat gut sticking out.

By the time I hit the bed I’m exhausted. I’m giving my belly some much needed rubs and after expending great effort rolling over I start thinking.

Hmmm… What am I gonna eat tomorrow??