Tasha's Week of Hunger (Day 1)

Wait, what? The update part at the beginning of the fic and not after? Wild. Sorry for breaking the norm, but I just wanted to make sure y'all noticed this before getting distracted by the good stuff. That way, no one's confused by what's gonna happen next...

Get ready, 'cause we're gonna follow Tasha's dumb idea in real-time (kinda sorta). Each day of her shenanigans will be posted daily until the finale, which will have a little something special uploaded alongside it!

I originally started this special little project to celebrate getting 1k followers on DA, but then I kept putting off finishing it. I put it off and off and off until, uh... I'm at 1.5k on DA now and I just recently finished it, lol. Also, I don't post on DA anymore at the moment. So instead of saving this series until I (maybe) start posting on DA again... I'd rather post it here as a thank you to all of you for supporting me even though I post so irregularly and randomly!

Again, thank you guys for sticking with me. I hope you enjoy one of my favorite ladies fully embracing her dumbass-ery. See ya at the end of the adventure~.

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“This week is gonna suck,” Tasha pouted.

Kat chuckled and gave the shorter woman a peck on the forehead. “Hey, don’t be too down. Just marathon a few series and I’ll be back before you know it.”

Tasha sighed and leaned against Kat, lightly resting her arms around Kat’s waist. “Why do you have to be one of the popular girls? Why couldn’t you just be a shut-in like me?”

“If I was a shut-in, we never would’ve met in the first place,” Kat countered. She smiled softly and returned Tasha’s light embrace. “It’s good for couples to spend some time apart, anyways.”

“Says who?”

“Dunno. I read it somewhere,” Kat shrugged.

Tasha rolled her eyes. “Great. Relationship advice from an anonymous article. Super cool.”

“Heh. That’s fair.” Kat leaned down and kissed Tasha. It was a lingering, sensual kiss that wiped the impending loneliness from Tasha’s mind momentarily. Then it ended and Kat took a step back, pulling loose from Tasha’s arms. She opened her front door and bent down to pick up the duffle bag she’d set on the ground to say goodbye. She stood in the doorway for a moment before turning back around. “See you in a week, Tash. Love you~.”

Tasha clutched her hands together in front of her. She put a smile on her face as she responded, “Y-Yeah, love you too. Say ‘hey’ to Eve for me.”

“Will do!” With that, Kat stepped out of the door, closing it behind her.

Tasha didn’t know what to do. She just sort of stood in front of the door for a while, lost in thought. She… She hadn’t spent very much time alone since getting together with Kat. Their relationship had immediately shot from casual friends to glued-at-the-hips lovers, after all, and that intensity had remained even after all this time since they’d gotten together. For Tasha, someone who usually got sick of people after just a few hours together, the fact that she still wanted to be around Kat as much as possible just proved how much of a perfect match they were.

But now Kat was going to be gone for a whole week. A whole lonely week. It was for a trip with her old sorority friends to the coast. Kat had been really hyped to go since they’d started planning it, always talking about it to Tasha with a huge grin on her face. Tasha was happy that Kat was getting to go have fun with her old friends, and she trusted Kat not to fool around, but… the two of them hadn’t spent more than a weekend apart since they’d started dating. To suddenly go cold turkey for an entire week was too much to ask, wasn’t it…?

Tasha slowly turned to look around the condo. Kat had had a key made for her a little while back, so she was free to spend the week here in Kat’s place, but… it seemed so cold and empty without the boisterous woman. There wouldn’t be any secret feasts to bloat Tasha into a ball… there wouldn’t be any snuggling during movie marathons… she wouldn’t wake up in the morning to Kat’s deep breathing and warm, firm body…

She sighed and dragged her feet over to where she’d tossed her school stuff last night. It might be lonely here, but it was still better than going home right now. Her brother was in a polycule and had taken to bringing one or two partners home every other night. She was glad her brother was having fun, but also, she had zero interest in trying to understand whatever the hell was going on in his love life. In fact, the less she knew, the better. So she’d just spend as much of the week as she could stand here at Kat’s condo. Alone. Studying.

With a heavy heart, Tasha flopped down onto the couch with her stats textbook and the backlog of assignments she’d been ignoring. College-level math was more horrifying than any Saw movie Tasha’d ever seen, but it was still better than being alone with her thoughts.

It was just a week. You can do that easy, Tash. Just one little week. Noooo problem.

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This was a problem.

Tasha stared at the television screen with a blank, glassy stare. She was bored. She was lonely. She was bonely. Fuck. That was an awful word combination, but damn if it didn’t perfectly capture Tasha’s feelings at the moment.

It had been two days. Just two. Or maybe she should say two whole days since each one had felt like an eternity. Tasha had forgotten how annoyingly efficient she was when she was trying to distract herself. She’d somehow managed to work through her entire backlog of schoolwork the first day, then finished the next month’s worth of work the second. With no family to distract her, no Kat to play with, and a monstrous desire to waste as much time as possible, nothing had been in the way to slow her down.

The problem was that Tasha was out of schoolwork. There were only two months of this term left and Tasha had finished every single assignment. Which sucked. To make matters worse, she couldn’t even focus on the movie she’d thrown on to keep distracting herself. She just couldn’t get into it at all. Then again, maybe this one had just been a mistake in the first place. She’d never been a video game fan at all even if she did recognize the CGI hedgehog on the screen, and she was more into pure action than action/comedy flicks… seriously, what had she been thinking picking this movie? What a waste of $2.99 for the rental.

Tasha winced as a painful gurgle rippled through her stomach. Why was she so hungry all of a sudden…? Oh, right. She’d been so concentrated the last two days that she’d barely eaten. She could probably count the number of bites of food she’d had so far on one hand. That wasn’t great.

The brunette smacked her cheeks and stood up. Straighten up, Tash! You are a functional adult woman who can survive without your girlfriend for a week! You managed to live your whole life without her, so you can manage just a week! Stop being so dependent!

Tasha walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. She grimaced. There was jack-squat in here. Some milk, a half-empty jar of red sauce, and some mayonnaise. The freezer was in a similar state. Ice cubes, some cherry garcia ice cream, and an untouched bag of tater tots. Even the pantry was nearly empty! What the hell, Kat? The food reserves were always loaded for stuffings, so why was everything empty all of a sudden?

Tasha blinked. Oh, right. They’d had a big stuffing session a couple of days before Kat left to tide themselves over for a while, then they’d had take-out the day after that. With Kat leaving for a week, there'd been no need to restock on anything, so…

Shit. Tasha bit her lip as her stomach gurgled angrily. She wasn’t going to live off of take-out for the next five days, so she’d need to go shopping after eating. Shopping on an empty stomach would be murder on her wallet. Tasha also wasn’t sure she’d be able to make it through a whole shopping trip right now with how shaky her legs felt. That was the price of accidental fasting, she supposed.

With a sigh, Tasha changed into some jeans and a hoodie, grabbed her wallet and keys, and headed out. Now then, did she want shitty diner food, shitty fast food, shitty Chinese, or shitty Italian…?

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Tasha burped softly as she pulled into the grocery store lot. She groaned as she rubbed her stomach. She’d overdone it at the diner earlier. She should have stopped after the burger. Hell, she should’ve stopped after the stack of waffles. But nooooo, she had to order a tall milkshake and two slices of cake as well. She usually didn’t mind being stuffed, but she didn’t have her lovely girlfriend here to tease her and rub her belly right now. Tasha had forgotten that she was mostly into stuffing in relation to Kat. Without her, well… it was just sort of… meh.

At least Tasha wouldn't be tempted to overshop now. If anything, she might end up getting too little food, which was also a potential problem.

The brunette made her way into the grocery store, secretly trying to soothe her gut through her hoodie pocket. She was bloated and heavy, and for the first time in a long while, it wasn’t turning her on. What should be the norm was now an uncomfortable revelation to her. Damnit. This sucked.

Oh, actually… there might be a way to make this better. Tasha perked up as she quickly scuttled through the store towards the bathrooms. Once inside, she snatched up the handicapped stall and locked it. She felt her cheeks start to heat up as she rolled up her hoodie to expose her belly and held her phone up above her head.

Tasha had plenty of time to admire herself on her phone’s screen while she lined up a good picture. She wasn’t huge by any stretch, but she still had a pretty modest food baby. Finally, she got a good angle and took a few pictures. Maybe a couple from the side and below too…

The bloated girl spent a couple of minutes selecting a few good pictures, then loaded them up in a text to Kat. She quickly typed in a message as well; Your bad habits are sticking too well. I’m glad my hoodie is baggy. Then, after a few nervous seconds, she sent it.

Tasha skittered out of the bathroom and found herself a cart. Her tight stomach was actually starting to feel good again as Tasha kept checking her phone for a response. Kat really was the key to making this feel good. Was that normal? Could a kink like this really be so heavily dependent on another person being involved - even as indirectly as this?

After nearly crashing into a display stand while staring at her phone, Tasha shook her head. Ok, ok, focus - shop now, be distracted later. What did she need? Cereal for breakfasts, more milk, bread, lunch meat, cheese, and veggies for lunches, and for dinners… what did she want for dinners…

Tasha jolted as her phone vibrated in her pocket. She whipped it out and unlocked it. It was Kat! how dare u! doing that wen i cant touch! and i cant even stuf myself rn! so rudee! im gonna blow u up so biig whn i get back!

The bloated woman giggled to herself as she tapped in a snarky reply before pocketing her phone. She felt all warm and fuzzy inside. She hummed happily as she dumped a bunch of boxes of cereal into her cart. She couldn’t wait for Kat to get back and make good on her promise~. It was just a shame that it would be five more days…

Something caught Tasha’s eye as her cart squeaked down the frozen aisle. She stopped, then backtracked a few steps to stare. Since when was this a thing? Her favorite fast food place had their honey shrimp as a shitty microwavable meal thing. There was no chance it would be anywhere near as good as the actual thing, but it could be fun to try it once…

As Tasha helped herself to one of the no-doubt terrible shrimp meals, popping it into her cart, she tried to remember the last time she’d had the original thing. It had been a while, hadn’t it? It had been since…

Oh. Right. Tasha’s face lit up pink. It had been during that extra-special day when the two of them had spent the entire day just eating… and eating… and eating… Tasha had eaten so much take-out and fast food that day that she’d been put off from the stuff for weeks afterward. That Indian food from a few days ago had actually been the first time in a while she’d had any kind of take-out, hadn’t it…?

Tasha started to squeak down the aisle again but stopped dead. An idea was pulling itself together in her head. A bad idea. A bad, terrible, horrible, no-good idea that Tasha would no doubt greatly regret. And an idea that she was now obligated to follow through on now that she’d thought of it.

The creaking of Tasha’s cart sped up as she circled back around the store to the first aisle again. She had a lot more shopping to do now. If she managed to stick with her plan, there was no chance she’d want to leave the house again for a while, so she needed to get everything she’d need today…

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Unloading the car had been a bitch and Tasha’s savings had taken a solid hit, but as the excited woman thought about what was in store for her over the next few days, she couldn’t help but feel that it was plenty worth the trouble.

Tasha spun around the now overstocked kitchen, giggling wildly to herself. Her plan was stupid, unhealthy, and incredibly simple. If she’d gotten that big after one day of non-stop eating, then how big could she manage to get after FIVE days of constant snacking and a few hefty binges? Of course, a bunch of that food was going to turn into fat or just disappear as a lot of the food she ate was apt to do, but if she overloaded herself with enough food, then there was a good chance a bunch of it would stick around inside her belly after each day, which would compound on itself until…

Hehehehehe. Tasha couldn’t WAIT to see Kat’s reaction to how freaking BIG she was gonna be when she got back! She was SO glad that she’d gotten all of her classwork out of the way already and that she had no classes for the week! It left her plenty of time to be a complete and total idiot for the sake of pure degeneracy!

The elated woman got to work preparing. She’d be too stuffed to deal with actually cooking later in the week, so she needed to prepare some massive portions now and refrigerate them. She’d also gotten a lot of stuff that didn’t need to be prepped or just got popped into the oven, which would help a lot too.

The stovetop was covered in pots boiling pasta and pans grilling meats and veggies, the stove was working away baking a few cakes Tasha had whipped up (from boxed mixes, of course), and Tasha’s hands were rarely idle between all of the chopping, mixing, and various other prep work she was doing.

God, cooking was exhausting, but it would all be worth it once she was finally done…

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The day was over half-done by the time Tasha finally flopped down onto the couch, bone-tired. She still had a few dishes cooking in the kitchen, but they were long-term dishes that would need to bake or simmer for a while. Besides those, she’d wrapped and stored everything in the fridge to be reheated whenever she needed a top-up on food. Speaking of which…

Tasha cut off a portion of one of the many chicken breasts she’d pan-seared just minutes prior. She wasn’t particularly worried about gaining weight since fat seemed to slough off of her in no time at all but eating just junk and sweets and carbs all week was going to get real old, real fast. She’d prepped a good few ‘healthy’ dishes as well just for some variety even though they probably wouldn’t get her as big.

Then again, with the quantity she was going to be putting away, every little bit of food was likely going to be adding to her waistline. Tasha swallowed hard, her pulse picking up just from the anticipation of what was to come.

She took her first bite.

It was good, as expected. Not amazing, but good. The flavor wasn’t the important part of this meal, though. Tasha took a few more bites of chicken before turning on the television and popping onto Netflix. She had a solid list of movies that she’d been putting off watching since Kat wasn’t a fan of the genres, so she’d have plenty of noise to keep her mind occupied as she ate and ate and ate.

Tasha polished off the chicken and put away the grilled veggies she’d made just as fast. She pushed the empty plate aside and looked across the coffee table. She’d brought out a feast of dishes to make up her first meal, including three more plates of the same meal she’d just eaten. She opted to go for a second plate of the same before moving on to a big bowl of potato salad she’d made.

Blood splattered across the TV screen as Tasha belched softly into her hand between bites. She was glad splatter flicks didn’t make her queasy at all. It’d be a shame to waste all the food she’d already managed to pack away. Speaking of which…

Tasha pulled her hoodie up and over her head before tossing it somewhere behind her. It was just going to be in the way if she left it on. Tasha grabbed her phone from where she’d set it on the couch next to her and went to take a few more selfies of her belly. She usually wasn’t one for selfies (or pictures in general, really), but having a timelapse of her progress this week would be amazing to look back on later -  and to tease Kat with after she got back.

The pictures came out better than expected. Tasha giggled as she looked down at herself. Her belly had shrunk back down to its flat state after cooking for so many hours, but the two plates of food plus half a bowl of potato salad had already puffed her belly back out to where it had been in the pics she’d sent to Kat. Take a good, long look, Tasha. This was the smallest this belly was gonna be for a loooong time~.

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Tasha grunted plaintively as the end credits of her latest ‘meh’ horror fic started to roll. She felt so full… she shifted on the sofa in a vain attempt to get comfortable and made the small pile of plates on the seat next to her clink and slide towards her. She should probably get all this into the dishwasher. Her ultimate tum rendezvous with Kat later wouldn’t be much fun if every surface in the flat was covered in dirty dishes. The idea of getting up at this point, though… and actually doing something… uuuuuugh…

It was just rolling past six in the evening. Tasha had overdone it with her lunch pig-out session and was still feeling the consequences all these hours later. Her belly was at least three times as big as it had been in her earlier pics and was constantly gurgly, but without a friendly pair of hands to rub her swollen gut and tell her how sexy she looked, Tasha was having trouble being excited about it. She figured that she could still find the motivation to keep going since she was technically doing this for Kat, but… it looked like her gal pal needed to be more directly involved than this for her to stay excited. Damn.

The bloated brunette groaned as she slowly pushed herself to her feet. God, her gut already felt so heavy… she burped into the crook of her arm and started to gather up the dishes from earlier. She didn’t have to waddle just yet, but her trip to the kitchen was definitely slower than it had been that afternoon. She quickly dealt with the dishes and sighed once the sound of the washer’s motors started going. Well… now what? She should probably start considering dinner, but… she still felt so full…

Tasha shook her head. This was a marathon, Tash. Not a sprint. Glutting yourself to the point of bursting day one would just burn her out and ruin her week. She just had to take it easy. She’d overdone it at lunch, so she needed to slow down. Instead of a binge, she’d just have a bowl of popcorn and slowly work away at one of the cakes she’d made until it was time for bed. Yeah, that worked.

*GLuuuuOooRrrp*

Oh, what do you know, stomach? Tasha was gonna eat at least something else tonight, so make some room.

Despite her body’s unwillingness, Tasha put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and picked a cake. She’d read somewhere that chocolate helped to stimulate appetite, so a chocolate cake with buttercream frosting might help her feel a bit peckish, right?

Knowing full well that she was going to regret this, Tasha ate a few bites of cake while waiting for the perfect moment to save her popcorn from the microwave. She didn’t feel any hungrier at all despite the chocolate. She felt stuffed. Stuffed, heavy, and stupid. She didn’t know if she was gonna be able to last through a whole week of this…

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Starting Weight - 112 lbs

Day 1 Ending Weight - 122 (+10) lbs

Weight of Food Eaten Today - 10 lbs

Total Weight of Food Eaten - 10 lbs