Stuffed, Part 9

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Summary: Inspired by Surrogate Stuffing by Jaundis. Lynn is thirty-six. Her eighteen-year-old daughter, Hina, loves to stuff her belly to the brim with food. Determined to mitigate the effects of this bad habit, Lynn casts a spell to make 3/4 of the food that Hina consumes teleport to Lynn’s own belly. But Lynn soon realizes that this was a bad idea, because Hina doesn't stop eating until she feels really stuffed. Contains: Female: stuffing, belly expansion, weight gain, force feeding. Request submitted by Sebastian.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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As exhausted as Lynn felt, she knew she couldn’t just sit around and succumb to the fatigue caused by her constantly-growing belly. She had to at least make some effort to fix the situation.

Despite this knowledge, it was truly a hardship to convince herself to get off the couch, where she had spent the night, alternating between dozing and writhing from the discomfort plaguing her body. It was even harder to heave herself to a sitting position, as she grunted in pain and cupped her orb. Any number of sensations cycled through it, the most common being throbbing tension and sharp spiking pain.

Lynn was gasping for breath once she was upright, her round belly pressing against her lap. She must have looked as though she was past-term with triplets. It still astonished her that it could be so full and firm. Hina simply wasn’t giving her sufficient time to digest before packing more food into her.

“Hina,” she hissed the name like a curse. How could she have such little control? How had she failed so blatantly as a mother?

Lynn braced her hand against the arm of the couch as she slowly inched her backside forward to the edge of the seat cushion. She found her footing, drew a deep breath, then heaved herself to her feet.

She spread her legs and grabbed hold of the back of the couch, her free hand instantly cupping the underside of her swell, as she felt distinctly unbalanced. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily. Jaw clenched, she waddled to the closet, from which she grabbed a jacket. It didn’t nearly close around her, or even cover much, but Lynn supposed it was better than nothing. Anything to add a layer and perhaps soften the appearance of being heavily pregnant.

Grabbing her keys and her purse, Lynn waddled for the door, clutching her belly to keep it as stable as possible. She grunted and groaned through her many discomforts as she made her way to her car, before unlocking the door.

It took some effort to fit herself behind the steering wheel, even after adjusting her seat back to the maximum recline it would go. As she leaned forward to turn on the vehicle, the pressure of the steering wheel pressing into her mound made her stomach gurgle. Lynn released a belch.

She pulled the car out of the driveway. At this point, she was going to have to make stops at all of Hina’s friends’ houses, and Lynn knew where to start.

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Lynn knew she must have looked like a mess as she hobbled up the driveway of Melissa’s house. She was panting as she gripped the doorframe, and desperately pounded on the front door.

The door swung open a moment later, to the shocked face of Melissa’s mother, Terry. “L-Lynn?” the woman stammered.

Lynn was uncomfortable. She was clutching her enormous abdomen, feeling it being stretched out, even at that moment. “Is Hina here?” she demanded.

Terry simply stared, her eyes wide as her pupils ran up and down Lynn’s body. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, before blinking rapidly and finally coming out of her reverie. She swallowed audibly, then said, “Yes, they’re downstairs. I thought you knew she’s been staying over this week?”

Lynn shook her head. “No,” she said emphatically.

Terry gulped again. “You really didn’t know? For Hina to be giving you the runaround, and in your condition.” She waved vaguely at Lynn’s belly. “I had no idea you were even pregnant. Why — I just saw you a few weeks ago.” The woman looked truly puzzled.

“Where is my daughter?” Lynn forced out, her back starting to sting.

“Oh, come in, have a seat,” said Terry, hurriedly stepping out of the way.

Lynn dragged herself inside, still clutching her belly as though she was holding it up at its current height. It was a relief to step into the cool house. The living room couches looked comfy, but Lynn didn’t dare sit down. She felt so exhausted and heavy, she didn’t think she would be able to get back up.

There was the muffled pattering of feet on steps. A door swung open, then Melissa stepped into the living room, followed by Hina.

Chewing gum in the most obnoxious way possible, Melissa looked around, her eyes bulging when she spotted Lynn. “Hina, I didn’t know your mom was pregnant. She’s huge!” she blurted.

Lynn’s face heated, but she merely glared at the girls.

Unsurprisingly, as Hina was standing there glaring back, she was clutching a large ziploc bag of chocolate chip cookies and shoveling the pastries into her mouth.

“What are you doing, Hina!?” Lynn snapped. “First you lie to me about where you are, and now here you are, still eating more junk!”

Hina rolled her eyes and said nothing, even turning away from her mother. Lynn was furious.

“She’s had a tough few days,” Melissa interjected awkwardly as she fidgeted. “She saw Pete in English, and it looks like he’s dating Kimberly Paulson now, and—”

“Melissa!” Hina shrieked, cutting off her friend. Suddenly the cookies were on the floor. She rounded on her mother. “And I don’t even know what you want from me! You hold these impossibly high standards! Other teenagers are out having fun and partying, and I can’t even eat a cookie without you yelling! My whole life is over, and you just make everything worse! You ruin everything!”

There was a moment of tense silence. Terry’s jaw was hanging. Melissa seemed to be holding her breath.

“Get in the car,” said Lynn tightly.

“I don’t have to,” Hina retorted. “I’m eighteen. I’m staying with Melissa.”

Lynn’s next words were eerily calm. “If you don’t get your ass in the car, I’m putting all your stuff on the curb. Your bed, your clothes — everything. So I’m telling you one more time, get —in —the —car. Don’t test me, Hina.”

Hina was stunned silent, her lips parted but producing no words. She started, but then hesitated. It seemed for once, she had no rebuttal.

Her fists clenched, she stomped out the open doorway.

Lynn sighed heavily.

Terry and Melissa looked at each other, then back at Lynn, still uncomfortably silent.

“Thank you,” Lynn rasped, for lack of having anything else to say. She offered a grimace of a smile, then turned and waddled off, clutching her side. She made her way to the car, where Hina was standing and waiting, her arms crossed. Lynn’s orb rocked slightly as she made her way to the driver’s side door.

Lynn unlocked the car doors. Hina slipped easily down into her seat, whereas Lynn was more strategic, easing her body down slowly, then groaning as she was again wedged between her seat and the steering wheel.

Hina was silently gawking at her. Ogling the orb, perhaps registering that she had done this to Lynn. In no time at all, she had transformed her mother from a skinny, almost fragile-seeming woman, to this flushed, bountiful, plump figure who was so fat she was unbalanced and appeared as though she was pregnant.

Lynn took a moment to catch her breath, her hands cupping the sides of her large heap of belly fat.

“Sorry mom,” came Hina’s mumble.

Lynn was surprised to hear it, but she didn’t react. She simply shook her head and heaved another sigh, before reaching over to put the car key into the ignition.

-

“Hey, hon, I brought you that file. How are you doing…” Charlotte trailed off as she often did with her morbid gaze of fascination. Everyone seemed to stare at Lynn with abandon, as though this was completely acceptable social behavior.

“Fine,” was Lynn’s clipped response. She was seated in her office behind her desk, her arms folded neatly against her orb. She was in a rare moment of looking poised, for Charlotte’s benefit, even though it was uncomfortable as hell. But the alternative was Charlotte’s constant coddling and commiserating. Now that it had been established Lynn wasn’t pregnant, Charlotte had resorted to treating her like a science experiment.

“Can I bring you anything?” Charlotte asked. She opened her mouth again, as though tempted to add in something about Lynn’s health, but she stopped, realizing she had already done that three times throughout the workday.

“No,” said Lynn simply. She forced a smile. “Just gonna get ready for my 3 o’clock.”

“Oh. Right.” Charlotte had already gotten comfortable with her ass leaned against one of the file cabinets. She straightened up. “Well, call me if you need anything. I’m just down the hall.”

“Will do,” said Lynn in a similarly sing-songy voice, subtly mocking.

Charlotte frowned, then smiled, then took her leave. Lynn’s shoulders sagged once the door closed behind her.

She was exhausted.

Things at home had improved, though only marginally. But at least there was progress.

Then again, who knew when things would go sour again? If Hina was one thing, she was unpredictable. Lynn felt as though she was walking on eggshells not to trigger another emotional bout.

Her eyelids sinking, Lynn took to massaging her paunch, trying to work out the gas and soften it a bit. A loud belch erupted from her throat.

Her belly had two primary states. Closely following a binge, it would be overstuffed with undigested food, which left Lynn tight, uncomfortable, flushed, and fatigued. There was also the anxiety of knowing she was being stretched out with more growth. Oddly, there were benefits to the state as well. The firmness of the orb made it easier for her to move around.

When Lynn’s belly was softer, several hours following a binge, it was more unwieldy, and felt heavier. This was a harsher strain on her back, making movement awkward and difficult. Her hands would clutch at her squishy mound, trying to support it. At least in this state she wasn’t sleepy, and wasn’t actively growing. Still, it certainly had detriments.

Opening her eyes, Lynn directed her attention to her computer screen. She had been doing an online search for late-term pregnancy girdles.

She eventually found one that looked decent and had good reviews. It was described as firm and supportive, the material being elastic. It offered some versatility by means of adjustable hooks that could broaden the width. Lynn looked at the size offerings, which went by Stage of pregnancy. She paused, then frowned down at herself.

Twins? Triplets? She gulped, and thought that she might try the Quads option, just in case she had more growth.

She returned her attention to the computer screen, clicking the menu down arrow to select her size, but found that it only went as far as Triplets. Her cheeks heating, she wondered why she had expected anything else. A pregnancy with any sort of multiples was probably such a rarity that people were meant to see custom manufacturers rather than expecting everyday retailers to offer accommodating clothing.

“Mmghh…” Her eyelids fluttered, one of her hands rubbing circles on her swell. Hina was eating. Lynn could feel it. The girl was a total food addict. Lynn had already booked Hina for therapy, but resolving this would take some time. And Lynn didn’t know how much time she had. She felt at her limit. She released another belch.

Presently, Lynn was wearing a maternity dress for women who were late-term. Unsurprisingly, it was too tight on her, but Lynn made do, tolerating the way the material stretched taut against her.

She had noticed that morning her chest was sore, her breasts tender and bloated. She was not sure when it had started, as the continual expansion of her belly seemed to monopolize most of her attention as of late.

It was probably nothing. Probably just some influx of hormones caused by her rapid fat accumulation. But she would try to pay attention.

It was getting increasingly difficult to function, but Lynn was doing her best. There was a gentle knock on her office door. That would be her 3 o’clock.

“Come in!” Lynn called, plastering her face with a smile.

The door opened, and a medical assistant led Lynn’s young client inside.