Tasha's Week of Hunger (Day 3)

Oooh, fuck, what time was it? It was still dark out and Tasha was still tired…

Tasha slowly dragged herself to the edge of the bed and pushed herself up. Her foot pushed aside an empty pack of Oreos when it hit the floor. She grunted loudly as she forced herself to her feet. She needed the bathroom, and she needed it yesterday.

After taking longer on the toilet than usual, Tasha tiredly went to the mirror to take stock of herself. It took a second of staring for her brain to catch up with her eyes. Then her eyes sprung open wide. Holy shit, she was big! Obviously, she wasn’t as big as she’d been last night, but she was WAY bigger than she should’ve been considering that she’d just woken up and emptied out. She still felt so heavy, too. All that food her gut was having trouble digesting was weighing her belly down…

She also did a quick fat check to see if her body was finally relenting. A quick pinch showed that she’d definitely gotten a bit softer, but still way less than a normal person would’ve after all this food. She cupped her chest and did a little heft check. Hmm… maybe a bit heavier? The rest of her body was just about in the same state. Wild. Tasha’s body really didn’t like to hold onto weight, huh?

Hey, that was fine, though. Gaining weight wasn’t the point of all this anyways. In fact, it was better that she wasn’t gaining since it would just emphasize how ridiculously overstuffed she was~. Slim body, massive gut. It would be kinda nice if some of this food ended up on her ass, though… Just a bit, please? Tasha wasn’t asking for much.

*rRrrrrrRrgggg*

Tasha’s cheeks puffed out as a hefty rumble echoed through her gut, then up her throat and out her mouth in the form of a violent belch. She leaned on the bathroom counter and gave her gut a good slap. Fuck, it was so solid! Actually, that reminded her - she should put some lotion on this bad girl. She’d read on a few forums yesterday how staying big for too long could give her stretch marks. Tasha was not interested in that happening, so she needed to give her belly some extra love today. That wouldn’t be a problem at all, though. The gluttonous woman was more than happy to give her stuffed gut some hard massages…

Oooh, speaking of giving her tum some love - what should Tasha have for breakfast? She’d just freed up some room, so she should fill that back up quickly…

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Tasha’s eyes were half shut and she was panting as she forced herself to take another bite of spinach ravioli. Oh fuck… so full… so tight… uuugh…. Uuuuh…

Her fork felt cold in her clammy hands as Tasha leaned back on the sofa, groaning and rubbing the side of her belly. Lunch was proving to be a problem. Tasha had had a nice, hearty breakfast of half a carton of eggs and two bowls of cereal, then she’d snacked on a whole bunch of bananas and a big bowl of grapes until lunch. Lunch wasn’t even that big! She’d just heated up a bowl of ravioli and a bowl of clam chowder! Tasha had finished the chowder alright, but about halfway through the ravioli…

*UUuuUUrrrrrrrggggll* *HUUUUuuUUUurrrrrRRp!*

Tasha’s gut was grumbling fiercely and ejecting gas up her throat constantly. She didn’t feel sick exactly, but she couldn’t keep eating like this. Her belly was huge, likely as big as it’d ever been. It was a massive orb sticking out from her slim body. A massive, rumbly orb that laid on Tasha’s thighs and emanated enough heat to keep Tasha perfectly warm despite still being in the nude. An orb that was incredibly sensitive to touch… and that twitched and spasmed from Tasha’s eager fingers… and… uuuugh…

She shook her head. Tasha couldn’t let her lunch end early. It’d set a bad precedent for the rest of the week! She had to at least finish this bowl before succumbing to her temptations for pleasure or sleep… or maybe both. She’d seen Kat fall asleep before from being too full while still playing with Tasha, and there was no doubt in her mind that the same might happen to her at this rate.

The nude brunette crammed another ravioli in her mouth, then immediately forked in another. She could barely convince her mouth to chew, so she ended up swallowing the ravioli almost whole - a trick Kat had taught her after finding out Tasha had virtually no gag reflex.

Tasha’s belly did NOT like her doing that. It roared angrily as the large lumps of ravioli shoved themselves into the mound of food already inside of it. Tasha hiccuped and groaned and panted, but still kept going. She picked up the bowl and set it on the upper slope of her belly, which was a magical concept for her, and mechanically moved ravioli to her mouth while fighting the urge to pass out, pleasure herself, pop, or perform a combination of the three. Her gut grew louder and tighter with each painful swallow, pushing well past Tasha’s limits.

Just a bit more… c’mon, belly, almost there… so close…! So full, but so close…! Three more ravioli… two more… one… more..!

*huuUUUuuUURRRP!*

Tasha hastily moved the saucey bowl from her taut gut to the table before involuntarily clutching her aching belly with both arms. Ooooh, FUCK, that felt so good… She’d done so well… she deserved… a little break… and… a treat… eheh…

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For the second time that day, Tasha found herself blinking awake from the need to relieve herself. She was on the couch this time, though, and light was still streaming in through the windows. When had she fallen asleep…?

Despite the angry complaining from her gut, Tasha heaved herself up onto her ass in an effort to wake herself up. It was getting harder and harder to move with this growing belly of hers. She hoped that that didn’t become too much of an issue. Actually, it was kinda fun in its own way to slowly lose her mobility as she became more and more engorged, so… she supposed that it wouldn’t be too bad if her belly kept getting more in the way…

Still, since she was still mobile, it was time to take a bathroom trip, then come back and get the dishes that were out here in the dishwasher, then…

As much as the thought of getting bigger sent hot flashes through Tasha, the idea of fitting more food into her already tightly strained belly was not something her body seemed open to. Her stomach muscles were starting to cramp up on occasion and her skin felt like it was too tight sometimes when she moved the wrong way. She was only about halfway through the week, but she couldn’t imagine only being halfway through eating… getting twice as big as this was… oh shit, she would explode…

Tasha shook her head. Shower. She could shower! She could use a cold shower. Her gut was still a radiator and Tasha was a little tired of feeling hot all the time. A cold shower sounded really nice right about now…

The overstuffed woman waddled around, doing what she needed to do, before finally ending up in the shower. She made sure the water was cold but still tolerable before stepping in. Oooooh, that felt so nice on her overheated body… and all the streams of water felt incredible on her taut skin… it felt like a whole-tum massage. It was so good…

Tasha took a few minutes to just enjoy the cool water, then started to do actual shower things. Wash her hair, condition, then wash her body… her… body… smooth, cool liquid soap, all over her belly… fingers rubbing the soap into her rock-solid gut… her slippery, sudsy gut the size of Ohio…

The cold water wasn’t working. It wasn’t wooorkiiiiing! Tasha panted and leaned gently into the wall of the shower, putting pressure on her turgid gut. This got the exact reaction Tasha was looking for - a loud rumble, a massive belch, and a series of painful spasms that rocked up and down her whole body. Hooo, YES! Tasha ran her hands along her gut from the base of her spine all the way up over the peak of her gut before sliding them back along the top of her strained belly to seek out her chest, where her nipples were at attention.

Fuck. Tasha turned up the water temperature, which sent an immediate hot flash through her body. So much for her cold shower.

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Evening was starting to fall as Tasha stumbled her way out of the bathroom. She’d had a little too much fun with her steamy shower and now she felt light-headed. She needed to rehydrate…

She headed into the kitchen and filled a glass with water. She quickly drank it, forgetting about her overtaxed gut for a moment since the cold water was hitting just right. She bit her lip as she felt her skin tighten a bit, expecting a huge wave of tension and some stomach cramps to hit, but… it was fine.

Tasha looked down at her bare gut and gave it a small shake. GOD, that felt good, but still… no muscle cramps. Some rumbling, but no churning. She felt fine.

Huh. The shower had fixed her belly. Now that she thought about it, hot showers were good for relaxing, so maybe her stomach was relaxed and was letting more in…?

Well, whatever the reason, Tasha was just fine with it. After all, now that her belly had calmed down… it was time for dinner~.

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Original Starting Weight - 112 lbs

Day 3 Ending Weight - 144 (+32) lbs

Weight of Food Eaten Today - 9 lbs

Total Weight of Food Eaten - 38 lbs