Chapter 2 - [2] denial

Rebecca had never felt so stuffed before. She leaned backwards for her stuffed belly to have more room, but still be hidden under the table. She massaged her mound of flesh as she waited to be excused. It hurt so much, she just wanted to go back to her room and let out her pain.
"Time for dessert!" Rebecca's mom said happily, pulling a tub of ice cream out of the freezer. She put four large scoops of the cold, tasty treat into a bowl and handed it to her daughter with a spoon.
"Um... M-Mom, can I eat this upstairs?" she asked. She couldn't eat another bite, she needed to leave. But she never said no to dessert. This was her only option.
"Sure honey, just make sure not to make any mess," she said, kissing her on the cheek.
"I'm 18 mom..." Rebecca rolled her eyes as she quickly fled the room before anyone could see her swollen midsection. She locked her door and collapsed onto her bed. After resuming her show, she nursed her stomach and let out loud moans in pain, and for some reason, pleasure.
"Why am I enjoying this? This isn't normal," she thought, as she let out a loud belch which let out a lot of air, making her feel slightly better.

This is when she looked over at the bowl of triple chocolate ice cream. She looked at it longingly.
"What's going on? I've never been so stuffed in my life, but I want more... Why?" She wondered. She looked down at her distended tummy and was amazed at how large and hard it looked.
"What would it look like... if it was bigger?" She wondered. Before she could scold herself for being so weird and stupid, she snatched the bowl and began to cram ice cream into her mouth with delight and discomfort. Every mouthful caused her belly to swell up more and she let out loud moans and groans, it was such a turn on to feel her belly unable to fit any more food, and feeling it expand to create room for the food she forced inside of her. She was too focused on stuffing herself to think about what she was doing, and why. The bowl was almost empty, and she burped, sighed and forced more down. "Just a couple more bites," she told herself as she finished the last couple of mouthfuls.

Then she looked down at her tummy, and was shocked. It was puffed out of her shirt, and was bobbing up and down as she breathed heavily from the 'workout'. She felt it and was surprised at how firm it was. It was so pudgy and soft a few hours ago, now it was an inflated beach ball. She felt as if she had swallowed a balloon, and if someone was to prick her with a pin, she would explode. "I'm a freak... Why is this turning me on?" She thought as she began to touch herself, picturing herself as a massive girl, so overwhelmingly fat she couldn't walk a few steps without panting and wheezing for air.

"I couldn't possibly like this," she thought, "I shouldn't like this. It's not normal..." she tried to convince herself as she fell into a deep food coma, and her belly spent the night digesting every last bite the girl had consumed. What was Rebecca going to do next?