natalieluvsunicorns wrote:
That my belly button pops out and I can see stretch marks appearing. I would do it all standing up. When I was that stuffed, I would try to sit, but I wouldn't be able to. My belly would prevent me from bending. I would cry for help, and my feeder would come and rub my belly. I would tell her how much it hurt and my belly would gurgle in agreement. My feeder wouldn't care though. She would shove more food into my mouth. I would moan in agonny as my belly somehow stretched even bigger. my feeder would get down and rub my belly. I would try to walk over to my bed, but I would fall, bellydown, onto the floor. When I fall, a massive gurgling would happen in my stomach and I would belch the longest and loudest in my life. I would sit there, rolling like a turtle, until my feeder came and helped me up. He would help me to the bed and push me on it. I would lie under the weight of my belly and try to keep breathing. It would be difficult, but I would somehow manage. My feeder would then climb on top of my belly, pushing another, somehow larger and longer, belch out of me. I would keep burping until the sweeling in my belly went down a bit, and then my feeder would get the coke and mentos...