Tasha's Week of Hunger (Day 4)

*HIC-UUUUUURP*

“Ooooooh, fuck meeeeeeee…”

It was four AM. Tasha had passed out in another food coma for a few hours after her hefty dinner, then had immediately returned to the kitchen as soon as she woke up. Now she was resting her disgustingly distended gut on the counter while she tried to make it through a bowl of chex mix. Not even a giant bowl - just an ordinary serving of the snack. She was soooo full though… her belly was too tight… too tense… oooooh, this was a mistake…

A mistake that felt way too good…

Tasha managed to swallow a pretzel that she’d been chewing for too long. She shuddered as her stomach made a weak *uUuurrrgggl* and trembled against the cool counter. Fuck, she was so hot even though it was so cool in the apartment… how was she sweating this much just from eating…?

*Uuuurp*. Tasha popped a few more of the chex in her mouth. Is that what they were called? The square things? Uugh, what did it matter… It was all the same for her tightly packed tum… Just another bunch of glorp that would make her even bigger…

The perpetually stuffed woman had considered taking her snack into the living room, but at this point, that would be more of a pain than it was worth. Walking was a hassle and it wasn’t like Tasha would be able to focus on anything she tried to watch. Sitting down was nice, but it would also lead to her passing out again in all likelihood. She only had two days left… but she could still get bigger… so… much… bigger…

*HuuUUUUuUUURRRP*

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Ok, this wasn’t great. It wasn’t healthy. It felt fucking euphoric, but DAMN was she going to regret this later. Fuck.

Tasha had given up on snacking sometime around four-thirty that morning and had wobbled her way into the bedroom. She’d passed out for another couple of hours, then, after waking up, had been so turned on by her still perfectly taut gut that she’d seen to herself for another half-hour before passing out again for another couple of hours. Then she’d STILL been horny after waking up once more. Fuck.

Feeling perpetually turned on had been fun at first, but it was losing its charm real fucking fast. Also, Tasha always felt like she needed to pee now. Her gut was probably pressing on her bladder all the time since it’d gotten so big. She was also pretty sure that her body was burning more calories from trying to digest and move all this junk than it was taking in. The bit of extra flab on her hips didn’t agree with that hypothesis, but the sweating and the exhaustion were enough to overrule that in Tasha’s head.

It might be time to take a little break. She’d still be way big tomorrow, and she could have one last stuffing session before Kat got home. There was still plenty of food left, but that just meant that Kat could have a little snack too before they started fooling around.

In the meantime… Tasha just wanted to sleep… but her God-damn sexy body still felt so fucking tense… and her giant gut felt so amazingly heavy just weighing down on her… Oh, for fuck’s sake… She should’ve gone for three days of stuffing, not five… Ooooh, Tasha wasn’t going to stuff for a year after tomorrow…

Or maybe just a month or two…

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In a futile effort to get her mind off of her sexy as fuck tense gut, Tasha was playing dress-up. Why dress-up? Simple. It was because she refused to go outside like this and there were very few things that she could do inside otherwise. Tasha’d already been bored before she started eating enough to feed a family for every meal - why would that have changed when the only new thing she’d brought home three and a half days ago was a mountain of food?

Tasha grunted as she tried to pull her pajama bottoms up. It was so freaking hard to reach them to pull up in the first place with her fat gut in the way… c’mon… aaand…

Tasha sucked in a sharp breath as she yanked the hem of her bottoms up onto the slope of her lower belly. She let go and they quickly slid back down, clinging to her hips despite her belly trying to bully them back down to her ankles. Tasha looked at herself in the mirror. Well… her belly looked hot as fuck, but the PJs weren’t really doing much for her. It was just about the only thing she could manage to get up her legs at the moment, though.

She’d tried to work on a pair of hot pants earlier, but her ass was having none of it, let alone her gut. That was fair, though. Those things had barely fit Tasha even when she was her usual weight. She hadn't gotten much flabbier, but even an extra few centimeters of thicc would easily stop those hot pants in their tracks.

Maybe a top would help? Tasha waddled over to the closet, desperately trying to keep her hands from wandering south of the border, and flicked through her options. Everything she owned was either obviously too small, something she didn’t want to stretch out, or deliberately unsexy. It might’ve been fun to throw on a ratty button-up and eat her way through it until the buttons popped off, but… c’est la vie. Hindsight is twenty-twenty and all that. The only thing she could do with a button-up now was throw it on and… uh… hm…

Tasha quickly pulled out a plaid flannel shirt that radiated gay energy and slid it on. Fuck, it was hard just to reach around behind herself to slip into it at this point. Her skin felt tighter just from moving like that. She wouldn’t be able to distract herself much longer at this rate. So how did she…

Ok, so… massive, basically pregnant-looking gut. Flannel shirt left unbuttoned and hanging loose around said extravagant gut. Tits out, nips erect. And pajama bottoms that both looked too tight around her lower belly and like they could easily get yanked off. Huh. It wasn’t a look that Tasha had been expecting to look hot, but… fuck her sideways, it worked. She’d have to try this on Kat sometime. In the meantime, though…

Tasha had lost the mental war with her body. Time to have some more fun, which meant all her work putting on clothes had been a waste. RIP.

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*OoooOOuuuurrRrRrrg*

A pained rumble echoed in the empty kitchen as Tasha lugged her fat gut around, doing a bit of clean-up. She’d been too damn horny to clean up her dishes and trash for the last day, so she was doing it now. Sure, she was still tense and getting hot flashes and everything, but she was so done with it right now… Maybe in a little while…

Seriously, what the hell had she been thinking a couple of days ago? ‘Oh, woe is me, I can’t get into this when Kat isn't here’. Fuck that. Dumbass past Tasha. Cherish your ignorance - your ignorance and your stomach that was a manageable size and didn’t send sparks of agonizing pleasure through your whole freaking body every time you accidentally bump it against something. UUUGH.

We’re on the edge of greatness - Turning darkness to light -

Tasha’s ears perked up. She was getting a call from Kat. Fuck, where was her phone again? That was coming from the living room, right? Just… gotta… waddle… over there…

“Ooooof!” Tasha breathed out as she crashed onto the sofa. She flopped onto her side and reached for where the sound was coming from under the sofa until… yup, there it was. She managed to answer the call right at the last moment. She said, breathlessly, “Hey.”

“Hey yourself, Tash. What’s up? Been busy?”

Tasha bit her lip. She looked down at her weakly gurgling stomach, which didn’t entirely fit on the couch anymore. “Uuuh… you could say that. How’s Santa Cruz?”

“It’s been fantastic! It’s always kinda expected that at least one thing’s gonna go wrong every day on a trip like this, but so far, the only crappy things have been hangovers. Oh yeah, and Clarisse puked on a kid’s scooter, but the kid’s mom was into it, so nothing bad happened.” Kat’s voice paused. “That whole thing was actually mad weird - and kinda creepy in hindsight. That kid’s probably gonna have some issues when he grows up.”

“Sounds like you’re having fun the- *UuOO-*” The burp came so suddenly that Tasha didn’t have time to pull away from the phone or cover her mouth. She just barely managed to clasp her jaw shut and force the rest of the burp back down into her gut, which was NOT happy that she did that. It was too late, though. The damage was done.

“Wow, that was a big one!” Kat laughed. Then her tone took on a teasing note. “So, I guess you’ve been having fun without me again, huh? Good for you~.”

Tasha gulped. She wanted this to be a surprise, dammit! “O-Oh, not too much, just *HURP-*” The burp from earlier tried to come back up again. Tasha grit her teeth and muted the call. Finally, she let it all out-

*UUuUUOOOOoOORORrRRRRRPP!*

She unmuted. “J-Just a little soda. Nothing big, really,” She continued, acting as if nothing had happened.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Kat said dryly. “By the way, since we’re being honest with each other, the girls and I got super into hardcore Nordic strip ping-pong and got into a huge orgy last night when a game was too close and everyone lost their undies. Oh, and I’m into men now and have a new boy-toy named Rolf.”

“I just chugged a little soda, really!” Tasha tried to protest. “It was right before you called, so I *HuUOOO-*”

Dammit, why was her belly so gassy right now!? Was it because she was on her side? Was it all the movement in the kitchen!? Shit!

Kat’s cute snicker got picked up by the phone. “What, are you still chugging right now? Christ, woman, at least take a break to talk to your girlfriend!”

“N-No, I’m no- *HIC* not! I don’t know why I’m so gassy today- *HuuURP*”

DAMMIT!

“Right, right. Hey, just as a little side thing, I’m totally alone right now. The girls are getting sushi from a place we found but I was in charge of booze so I’m already back in the room. Wanna give me a peek at what I’m missing out on? I could go for feeling jelly right about now~.”

Take a peek of… oh fuck, that was a problem. “Oh, uh, y-yeah, lemme just… uh… get a picture…” Tasha muted and looked down at herself. There was NO angle that would make her look smaller. She panic-belched, then tried to suck in. Her head spun as her whole gut spasmed in response. Ok, yeah, NOPE. Not happening.

Ok, ok, uuuuh, what could she do? What could she-

OH!

Tasha opened up her photos, and- YES! The picture from the first day! Tasha had totally forgotten about her plan to do a timelapse of the week, but this first picture was going to totally save her! HA!

Tasha sent the picture and unmuted herself. “See? Not that much. I’m waiting for to- *UuuUUrp* tomorrow for anything big.”

There was radio silence for a few moments. Then, “Tash, I love you, but you are not cut out for lying.”

Tasha’s heart did a little flop. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“Babe. I’m in almost as early of a US timezone as you can get. It is dark outside. Why is your beautiful little bump being lit up by the lovely glow of the afternoon sun in this picture?”

What? Tasha checked her picture again. Fuck. “Uuuuh- global warming. It’s global warming’s fault.”

“Babe.”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me!” Tasha cried out, flipping onto her back on the sofa. Big mistake. *BuuOOOOOooOOORP*. “I am a GREAT liar! You’re just not drunk enough! You’re with ex-sorority girls! Someone puked on a freaking scooter! Why aren’t you *UUuuuuRp* drunk right now!?”

Kat’s laughter rang out through Tasha’s phone. “Alright, fine, fine! I’ll just wait until tomorrow to get a good picture of you for my wallpaper. For now, though, I guess I’ll make do with this~.”

“What? Kat, don’t you dare! Are you listening!? Kat-!”

*Click*

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Tasha was gonna smother that woman.

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Original Starting Weight - 112 lbs

Day 4 Ending Weight - 141 (+29) lbs

Weight of Food Eaten Today - 1 lb

Total Weight of Food Eaten - 39 lbs