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The first time I saw my friends after the holidays was when we met up for a takeout-and-movie night. All five of us crammed into the living room of my friend Ria, piled together on the sofas and chairs in front of the TV. For the first hour or two of the evening we played card games, before switching on the TV and ordering takeout, as per our once-a-month tradition.

Now, let me set the scene. My friends and I are all quite different, and that's especially true for myself and my friend Liv. I'm 5'8" and about 180lb. with long, curly brown hair and brown eyes. I've got what I would consider to be an average body, apart from the fact that my tummy is on the chubbier side. Liv, on the other hand, is taller than me (perhaps 5'11") and likely weighs the same but due to her height and body type, that weight is more evenly distributed without a pouch in her midsection. She's got mid-length straight brown hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Liv enjoys sports and often plays volleyball and goes swimming, so she's a tanned, fit, beach queen.

The one thing that Liv and I have in common is that we both love to eat... and we can eat a lot. Our friends know this. The crop tops I wear mean that my friends are very aware of the shape and size of my tummy, and Liv is well-known for drawing LOTS of attention to her food babies. So, when Liv and I both ordered the same meal for our takeout (a large, stuffed bacon-cheeseburger and sides of onion rings and fries from a local restaurant) my friend Ana innocently suggested that Liv and I have an eating contest, "To see who can finish their food the fastest."

I'm not a particularly competitive person but Liv is, and I wasn't about to roll over and simply give up. (We also drink at takeout-and-movie nights. Each of us had drank at least a few beers or glasses of wine, so I was tipsy enough to say, "Oh yeah, an eating contest. Great idea!") So I set to work eating my meal as fast as I could, while nearby Liv did the same. (It was delicious. The food from this restaurant is divine, and the portions are huge.) Our friends Ria, Ana, and Den all alternated between watching the TV and watching the two of us eat, while the three of them consumed their own takeout at a much more sedate pace.

I went to takeout-and-movie night wearing low-rise jeans and a t-shirt that wasn't cropped, but was just tight and short enough that it left a small, tiny strip of my belly exposed. As I ate my meal and settled into the sofa, my shirt rose a bit more to expose a few inches of my lower tummy. Meanwhile, Liv's skintight tank top hugged her belly as it slowly grew larger with food. With the competition driving us, Liv and I actually finished our meals at about the same time, leaving no "winner." My belly felt warm and comfortably full when Ana patted it and asked, "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Of course not!" I assured her, while beside me Liv agreed. My own meal had left me feeling nice and full, but nowhere near the maximum capacity of my stomach.

"Then have some more," Ria suggested. "I want to know who can eat the most." She went into her kitchen and returned a minute later with a large plate of chocolate cake, a container of lasagna, and more wine. "Plus you all need to finish this cake so I can do dishes after, and it wouldn't hurt to get rid of these leftovers either."

"They can't eat all of that!" Den laughed, looking at all the food Ria was holding. "Look how big their bellies are already."

"Hey, my tummy can fit loads more!" Liv protested. She pulled up her tank top until it was bunched around her ribs and rubbed her slim, tan, only slightly stuffed-looking belly. We all laughed and not wanting to let Liv get the better of me, I began to eat the food that Ria had brought out. Ria poured each of us more wine and Liv and I split the lasagna first, leaving us both with a heaping plate. My stomach started feeling tighter and tighter as I drank my wine and ate the lasagna and when I was finished my belly had moved from feeling "full" to feeling "stuffed."

Liv's belly was still bared, leaving her growing stomach completely exposed. My top was still only showing a few inches of my round tummy until Ana began rubbing my belly, which pushed my shirt up a bit higher to expose my belly button. I don't mind displaying my belly normally, but I do tend to get embarrassed when a lot of attention is drawn to it. I was also a bit worried that Ana might tickle me accidentally - although I love being tickled, my belly was far too full for me to want to be tickled at that moment. However, it helped that Liv's belly was also exposed and stuffed at the same time, and luckily Ana's quick touches didn't tickle. "You shouldn't eat more," Ana suggested, patting my belly. "You don't want to get sick."

"Oh, please eat some cake," Ria said. "You can't leave me with all this cake, I'll never finish it." All five of us took a slice of cake. It was rich, chocolatey, and delicious... and, still trying to compete with each other, Liv and I raced to finish ours. As soon as we did Ria handed us each another. I knew my tummy wasn't going to be very happy with me, but I ate it anyway. After three slices of cake, my belly was beginning to gurgle and grumble noisily. (My belly tends to get loud when I feed it lots of sugar and sweets.) Next to me, Liv was groaning and rubbing her distended stomach.

"I honestly can't believe neither of you have given up yet," Den said, staring at me and Liv with our stuffed tummies. "Really, you can both still eat more?"

Liv shook her head. "I don't want to look at food ever again," she groaned, holding her belly. "I feel like I'm eight months pregnant."

"You look it too," Ria teased. I felt the same as Liv - my belly was truly stuffed and I needed to sit reclining back on the sofa with my belly stretched out, because it felt like it was going to pop. But I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to beat Liv, so I asked Ria for one more piece of cake. When I finished my belly really, honestly felt like it might explode. I didn't even feel like talking so I just sat on the couch, one hand resting on my upper belly and the other massaging beneath my belly button.

"You're both idiots," Den said, having absolutely no sympathy for my or Liv's pain. Ana and Ria just laughed at us, and Ana quickly gave into Liv's begging for belly rubs.

I was far too embarrassed to ask for anyone to rub my tummy, but Ria sat down next to me and started rubbing my belly without prompting. Again I was worried she might get too close to my belly button or tickle me accidentally, but the belly rubbing ended up feeling incredibly soothing. "Let it be known that this wasn't my idea," Ria said, "But my lasagna and half of my cake is in here so I feel somewhat responsible for the size of your stomach right now." With Ria rubbing my overstuffed, aching belly I ended up falling asleep on the sofa, which of course I was teased mercilessly about later.

(But I did win the eating contest.)