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She slumped down into the chair with her volleyball of a gut protruding upwards. Over the past couple hours, ten whole plates of food had disappeared into her stomach with a practically orgasmic response to each dish. Now that all the food was gone and the rush of eating had fizzled out, a familiar feeling started washing over her: pressure. She winced as she rubbed her belly, desperately attempting to aid the digestion process. Elle knew this distention wasn’t going to disappear as quickly as all that food did, and she definitely knew that her stomach wouldn't shrink anywhere near as rapidly as it usually did with her water training. She didn’t move from the chair for quite some time, but by the time she was able to shakily get on her feet again she was already planning the next cheat day. “I’ll have to prep my stomach a little more for the next one,” she thought, “I bet I can get bigger than this.”

As she stood up to head to bed she had a few realizations that she hadn't accounted for: 1. Her bed is up in the lofted section of the room, and she was barely able to stand let alone climb stairs; 2. She had put thigh-highs on and was currently unable to bend over; and 3. The zipper to let her out of her outfit was at the bottom of her back, a spot which had been stretched so tightly that the zipper wouldn't budge. She counted herself lucky that the zipper hadn't failed completely, but she dreaded what she might have to do to get her outfit off if her bloating didn't go down soon. "I- I'll have to note all this for next time," she said sheepishly, now flustered at how limited her mobility was.

As she stood there -legs trembling from exhaustion and the additional weight, having to put a hand on the chair just to remain upright- another, less familiar feeling washed over her. While it would have been perfectly easy lying to someone else about how she felt about her current state, she couldn't help but feel turned on by how far she had pushed herself. She had been almost this bloated during her training, but she had always done it in comfy clothes that she could easily take off and would never have such a hard time standing and moving around. Her utter helplessness here had triggered something, and she was a little upset that she hadn't invited anyone over to help relieve her of her horniness. Not that anyone she knew would be up to it in her current state though. She knew plenty of people who would be down to help her release the sexual tension building in her, but when those people went for girls they would exclusively go for girls as skinny as she normally was. There was no way that any of them would be turned on by what just transpired.

She decided that she would search for a companion that wouldn't mind her gorging herself into immobility. She thought about having someone there to tease her about how fat she's made herself. How she's made an utter pig of herself. How big and round her gut had become. How she'd be having to shop in the maternity section if she kept this up. She thought about how they would tease her about it, then "punish" her for it by making her orgasm until her legs couldn't hope to carry the feast she'd stuffed inside of her. The more she thought about it the more worked up she got. Unfortunately, this came with realization number 4: her "massager" was upstairs as well. She tried reaching around her practically-spherical abdomen to take care of herself manually but after a few attempts, she stopped because the further she reached to try and get the correct angle, the more pressure she put on her stomach (which was already teetering on painful). Her flustered state turned to frustration as she slumped back down in the chair. She repeated her earlier phrase with a mixture of grumpiness, determination, and horniness, "I'll have to note all this for next time."

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Well, that part ended up being longer than I expected. Like I said: no surprises here, it all ended up in her stomach. I tried to stay in the realm of somewhat believable expanses for her waist to grow for this one. That being said: the believable situation for her stomach being this big would be more along the lines of pregnancy as opposed to being at-capacity with food, but the latter is more fun imo. I may or may not have another scene lined up for her already that involves said stomach stretching a good bit past where it's reaching here. Possibly a whole story arc for her at some point? We'll see.

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She slumped down into the chair with her volleyball of a gut protruding upwards. Over the past couple hours, ten whole plates of food had disappeared into her stomach with a practically orgasmic response to each dish. Now that all the food was gone and the rush of eating had fizzled out, a familiar feeling started washing over her: pressure. She winced as she rubbed her belly, desperately attempting to aid the digestion process. Elle knew this distention wasn’t going to disappear as quickly as all that food did, and she definitely knew that her stomach wouldn't shrink anywhere near as rapidly as it usually did with her water training. She didn’t move from the chair for quite some time, but by the time she was able to shakily get on her feet again she was already planning the next cheat day. “I’ll have to prep my stomach a little more for the next one,” she thought, “I bet I can get bigger than this.”

As she stood up to head to bed she had a few realizations that she hadn't accounted for: 1. Her bed is up in the lofted section of the room, and she was barely able to stand let alone climb stairs; 2. She had put thigh-highs on and was currently unable to bend over; and 3. The zipper to let her out of her outfit was at the bottom of her back, a spot which had been stretched so tightly that the zipper wouldn't budge. She counted herself lucky that the zipper hadn't failed completely, but she dreaded what she might have to do to get her outfit off if her bloating didn't go down soon. "I- I'll have to note all this for next time," she said sheepishly, now flustered at how limited her mobility was.

As she stood there -legs trembling from exhaustion and the additional weight, having to put a hand on the chair just to remain upright- another, less familiar feeling washed over her. While it would have been perfectly easy lying to someone else about how she felt about her current state, she couldn't help but feel turned on by how far she had pushed herself. She had been almost this bloated during her training, but she had always done it in comfy clothes that she could easily take off and would never have such a hard time standing and moving around. Her utter helplessness here had triggered something, and she was a little upset that she hadn't invited anyone over to help relieve her of her horniness. Not that anyone she knew would be up to it in her current state though. She knew plenty of people who would be down to help her release the sexual tension building in her, but when those people went for girls they would exclusively go for girls as skinny as she normally was. There was no way that any of them would be turned on by what just transpired.

She decided that she would search for a companion that wouldn't mind her gorging herself into immobility. She thought about having someone there to tease her about how fat she's made herself. How she's made an utter pig of herself. How big and round her gut had become. How she'd be having to shop in the maternity section if she kept this up. She thought about how they would tease her about it, then "punish" her for it by making her orgasm until her legs couldn't hope to carry the feast she'd stuffed inside of her. The more she thought about it the more worked up she got. Unfortunately, this came with realization number 4: her "massager" was upstairs as well. She tried reaching around her practically-spherical abdomen to take care of herself manually but after a few attempts, she stopped because the further she reached to try and get the correct angle, the more pressure she put on her stomach (which was already teetering on painful). Her flustered state turned to frustration as she slumped back down in the chair. She repeated her earlier phrase with a mixture of grumpiness, determination, and horniness, "I'll have to note all this for next time."

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Well, that part ended up being longer than I expected. Like I said: no surprises here, it all ended up in her stomach. I tried to stay in the realm of somewhat believable expanses for her waist to grow for this one. That being said: the believable situation for her stomach being this big would be more along the lines of pregnancy as opposed to being at-capacity with food, but the latter is more fun imo. I may or may not have another scene lined up for her already that involves said stomach stretching a good bit past where it's reaching here. Possibly a whole story arc for her at some point? We'll see.