chapter 3 (part 1)

Sunlight snuck through the blinds of the quiet living room. A warm ray fell over Emmaline's eyes. They slowly opened, flashing a glistening green.

"Am I in bed?" Emma thought to herself. She slowly pushed herself up from whatever her head was resting on, cracking joints. Emma yawned, lifting her arms over her head. She could feel a peek of her soft midsection under her cropped shirt. She paused and looked down, only to see her ample breasts. She wasn't wearing a shirt. Or anything. She was not in bed. The side of her cheek was rested on an also naked Liv's belly. Emma grabbed fistfuls of her hair, horror on her face. What the hell did she do last night?

Liv was sprawled on her couch as she woke. She pushed lengthy, brown hair, messy and uncombed, away from her line of sight. The girl pulled off her unusually cold blanket, revealing her red plaid pajama pants and black V-neck tee. Liv's shirt, of course, acted as more of a crop top. It's bottom rested halfway up her mountainous stomach. She cradled it in pain.

"I must have had a killer food coma... what was I thinking?" Liv thought. Her vision was blurred. Where was Emma? As she recollected herself, and more desperately so her memories from last night, she caught a whiff of bacon. She could hear the crackling of the pan. Liv crumpled back down.

"Emma..." she groaned. If there was a morning to skip breakfast, it was this one. The sun was all the way up, and the sky was vibrant. What was the time?

"Morning, dude!" Emma chirped, nervous as ever.

"Emma..." Liv groaned again. "What happened last night..?" Emma tensed up. Did she know? Could she twist it? Could she tell the truth? Her brain quickly ran the simulation.

"Oh yeah, so we ended up making out and inevitably screwing each other because I was so turned on by your huge belly. Also, you should get your blood pressure checked," Emma could say. Hmm. Maybe not the best idea.

"Basically we got home from dinner and you... got changed, and crashed on the couch."

"Oh, alright. Do you know where my glasses are, then?" Liv asked. Oh, crap. She must have replaced them while dressing Liv. Dressing Liv... Emma quivered. What an experience. And what a blessing she didn't wake up.

"Around here somewhere, I guess. Never mind that. I made you-us breakfast!" Emma beamed.

"Oh, no thanks... I can't eat right now. Not for a month or two," she moaned.

"We can't let aaaaallllll this good food go to waste. I've got so much," Emma sang. "Scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and all these thick, fluffy pancakes... I can't eat it all by myself..." she continued, coyly. "Oh, and I know how pancakes just thicken a girl up, too..."

"I mean, I could always just have a li-," Liv said, being cut off.

"But fine, have it your way. Your stuffed tummy is just smoke and mirrors, trust me. In a day, you'll be back to bones." Emma was reeling her in. "Now maintaining that gut of yours is real progress." Gross. Liv never thought she would have a 'gut' again. But, staying so full after all that time made her shudder thinking about it. Barely being able to stand after being pushed to her limits was so euphoric to her. Emma sure knew how to talk. Liv dropped her fun-sized legs to the floor, and groggily lifted her king-sized stomach up. A good night's sleep, or coma, subdued her pain. She still felt as if rocks were stuffed inside her belly, curving her posture.

"I wonder if this is how pregnant girls feel," she thought. "I sure look like one too." Liv felt full. Full as ever. But her mind drifted to breakfast. She craved pancakes for days. They were her favorite food. Banana, blueberry, chocolate chip, every kind. As she salivated, her mind drifted further and further to her breaking (or bursting) point.

"Do you have any syrup?"

"You're damn sure I do."

"It's my kitchen, you know. You didn't buy that food"

"Oh my god. Get your tiny butt over here and eat."

Liv did, in fact, get her tiny butt over there and eat. She filled her plate with truffled scrambled eggs, hash browns, and a heavy stack of pancakes, lathered in maple syrup. Emma made her one plate as well, smaller than hers. Normally this would be abnormal, but Liv's growing gut said otherwise. Liv took a forkful of pancake, and took little time savoring it.

"Em, these are so good! I didn't think you could cook," Liv said, mouth full. Emma returned with a smile.

"I tried," she responded. It was the butter. And the sugar. Truth be told, Emma couldn't really cook. When she accidentally added too much oil, she added more sugar, then more butter. The cycle continued for longed than she'd like to admit. Liv continued to scarf down her pancakes. They were moist and sweet, syrup dripping off every bite. At the speed she was going, her fork scraped at an empty stack. The pancakes had gone, vanished into her stomach.

"You've got a real appetite now," remarked Emma.

"Oh, shut up, you sound like someone's dad."

"Well, I'm just saying. You finished all those pancakes in what, a couple of minutes?"

"I just love to eat, okay?" Liv said, massaging her horribly oversized midsection. "I just hope there's enough for seconds." There were. She ended up eating another six or so. Liv leaned back in her chair.

"Thanks for cooking breakfast," she said, before a burp. Emma raised an eyebrow.

"What about the eggs? The hash browns?" Emma asked.

"Nah, I'm good for now. Can't coax me this time either," Liv shrugged. "After all, I'm not gonna become a huge ***. Once my belly goes away, it goes to my chest and my butt, right? I bet you know more about this than I do." She tapped her belly. It was tight to the touch. "Woof. I'd hate being seen in public with this gut anywaysEmma trembled. Not at the sight of her tiny friend's huge tummy, but out of nervousness. She knew Liv was wrong. If she kept eating like she was there, some may go to places she wanted to, but judging how her body reacted to being full, most of it would go to her midsection. However, it looked like she enjoyed it. Both of the two just couldn't keep their eyes off of her bloated gut. Liv rubbed it and commented on it constantly over the weekend.

"God, just look at this huge stomach... I'm so full. I should be ashamed, but it feels too good," Liv had said after getting home from Mama Joan's. And Emma wasn't exactly opposed to seeing her with such a paunch.

"Yeah, you're right..." Emma responded, conceitedly looking down.

"Cool! I hate being flat..." Liv pouted. Emma groaned. She hoped Liv wouldn't regret this.

The weekend carried on, with plenty of eating mixed in as well. Liv kept eating big meals, with lots of snacks in-between. At one point on Sunday, Emma found her chugging a gallon of milk.

"Uh... what are you doing?" Emma had asked. Liv was standing in front of the refrigerator, with milk drizzling down her chin.

"I'm.." Liv paused, taking a heavy breath. "I wanted to bloat myself again..." Her belly gurgled. She leaned her back on the kitchen counter, panting. Liv cradled her overgrown belly. It was still so streched and round from the whole weekend's worth of overeating. In no exaggeration, her belly was the size of a basketball. A basketball filled with milk, sloshing inside with every slight movement. Liv's eyes were closed as she held her bloated stomach in her hands. Out of breath, she rested her face on the counter, letting her tummy hang down. Emma was aroused and concerned. She had never seen anyone fill up as extremely as she did, not even on the internet. However, from a YouTube video, she knew that nobody could drink and entire gallon of milk. The jug was empty and had fallen to the hardwood floor, leaving a splash of milk spilled there. She quivered, stomach protruding from her small frame.

"You don't look so hot..." Emma responded.

"I..." Liv covered her mouth.

After Liv had finished puking over the balcony barricade, they both sat on the couch.

"Yeah, it turns out that it's impossible for the human body to drink an entire gallon of milk," Emma said. Liv put her hands on her face.

"I'm soo stupid... I just wanted to be as stuffed as I could, but look how small my belly is now!" Liv remarked. She was right. It seemed as if the milk was an entryway for all the food she ate over the weekend to come out. "Fuck everything, I'm going to bed..." she moaned.

"Yeah, I should probably head back, it's late and there's school tomorrow, anyways. Thanks for letting me stay over, see you Monday."

"Alright, later," Liv responded. She heard the door close. It was just 10:00. She leaned back on the couch, caressing her now much smaller stomach. It still left an outward curve, making a tall mound where her once globular belly reigned. She was disappointed as ever.

"At least Rachael won't rip on me now..." Liv thought. "What would she have called me? A pig... a ***... the whole locker room would be staring at my huge belly..." she wondered if she was thinking or fantasizing. "They'd go, 'Jesus Liv, how much did you eat? You look pregnant!'". She shivered. "I can't lie, it kind of turns me on... they would all know how much I gorged myself over the weekend..." Liv stood, more easily than before. She walked over to her kitchen counter, pulling out her rose gold phone.

Liv typed 'How to bloat yourself'. A morbid curiosity filled her. Whatever the internet could have for her must be intense. She just hoped her tiny body would be prepared. After a minute of scrolling past articles telling how to de-bloat, she came across a recipe. It was posted on an online forum for people looking to stuff and bloat themselves.

"At least I'm not alone..." she thought, ashamed. This recipe was for something called a cake shake. A whole box of cake mix, half a gallon of ice cream, and a pint of heavy cream. The comments said it would leave the stuffer bloated for a whole day, expanding them to their breaking point. "So it's like eating a w