Big Beautiful Dreamer
ridiculously contented
~BBW, Stuffing, ~MWG - Slender girl finds inner fulfillment from an accidental website visit
Alex was a 19-year-old college freshman attending UCLA. She was an attractive girl; 5'5, dark brown hair, tan skin, slender build, but very shy, so she hadn’t made many friends. She studied dutifully and kept a B average. Weekends were for surfing the Net at random.
She decided to look for a recipe on how to make a fantastic stuffing for Thanksgiving, since it was just around the corner, when she clicked on something that looked interesting.
It was a site totally devoted to women stuffing themselves full of food. She couldn't believe how many girls had their pictures up and how many stories there were, both fiction and fact. She became incredibly intrigued and read story after story finding herself becoming aroused with each paragraph. She began to wonder just what it would feel like to be so full...She had always been a small girl and she pictured what it would look like - her svelte body suddenly interrupted by a swollen, bulging belly.
She went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. There wasn't much to choose from...eggs, veggies...and then she spotted it. An unopened package of cookie dough that she had bought last week. She didn't have time to make the cookies and had forgotten about them.
She heated up the oven and popped the cookies in as fast as she could. Fifteen minutes later they were done and she ran into her bedroom, cookies in hand, ready to begin her experiment. One by one she gobbled them down savoring the flavoring, trying to enjoy them as much as she could. Her stomach slowly began to bulge but before she knew it, the cookies were gone. She couldn't believe she had eaten them so fast!
She went back into the kitchen, feeling the extra weight in her belly, and looked in the fridge again. There was a gallon of milk near the top. "How perfect is that? Cookies and milk!" she said gleefully. She screwed off the top and began to gulp down the milk, but before she could really get anywhere, she got a horrible headache. The milk was too cold and was giving her a mild brain freeze.
She took out every single one of her cups and filled them with the milk until the jug was empty. One by one, she put them in the microwave and heated up the milk until it was warm enough to drink speedily. With each glass, her belly ballooned forward, stretching as far as it could to make room for the milk. She was down to her last glass and caught a quick glance at her belly. It was incredibly swollen, and she looked 5 or 6 months pregnant!
She guzzled down the last glass and quickly clutched her swollen, gurgling belly. She felt like she had swallowed a bowling ball and waddled into her room to lie down. With each step, her belly sloshed heavily and gurgled in distress as it tried to digest the massive amount of liquid it has just received.
She slowly lay down on the bed, her belly sloshing back and forth, and caressed her stomach. She began to hiccup and with each one, her belly gurgled. She stripped down to her bra and panties and stared at the massive, engorged orb in front of her. She heaved onto her side and began to think…what if her belly was even bigger? She slowly lifted herself up and waddled back into the kitchen, her hand on her swollen gut.
She opened up the fridge once again and had a look around. There wasn't anything left that she could really stuff herself full of and looked in the cupboard instead. There right in front was a box of pancake batter.
She had always loved to eat it raw and decided that was the best choice. She made enough batter to feed an army and brought the huge mixing bowl into her room. She laid down on her back, belly in the air, and began to chug the batter. Her stomach began to gurgle and groan, protesting the new addition of the thick batter, but she refused to listen. When she was finished, she looked at least eight months pregnant. Her belly was so swollen, she couldn't even see her legs anymore. She began to hiccup again and her stomach sloshed with each one.
She waddled back into the kitchen to put the bowl in the sink and clutched her stomach as it gurgled, sloshed, groaned and tried to digest. She heaved herself back into her room and fell asleep, massaging her swollen belly.
When she awoke in the morning, she was still very big but her stomach was much softer and the plethora of noises had stopped.
* * *
Just for fun, she stepped on the scale.
Holy crap! Instead of the 115 she was used to seeing, the digital readout said 126. Whoo. Oh, wait … a lot of that had to be bloat, water weight, whatever you call it. She threw her clothes on and made a trip to the grocery store. Tonight, she was going to push the limits of her belly, and, this time, she would be prepared.
Once home, being a bright girl, Alex reflected on the scale’s readout and the reality that actions have consequences. She changed clothes and headed straight for the campus gym, where she worked out for nearly two hours. Sweat-drenched, she refreshed herself with a lukewarm shower and headed home. She went to a class and the one after that but was finished by 4.
Once home, she hopped on the scale again and was relieved to see it read 116. Much better. She studied and did homework until 7. Stretching, she realized she was starved! All the better, she thought. She had wisely bought mostly prepackaged food, including prepared raw veggies. Grabbing a jug of distilled water, a couple of bags of salad and a bag of carrots, she settled down in front of the TV. She flicked on Court TV, ready for a diet of forensics and food. To warm up, she chugged down close to a pint of the water. No longer intensely thirsty, she plugged along, chowing down the carrots and salad. By the time the bags were empty, so was the gallon of water, and her slender stomach was full.
No, full was an understatement. She had a monster belly ache. Leaning back, she gently massaged her stomach, which had begun to swell outward. After a few seconds she coaxed up the biggest belch of her life. It sounded like a three-parter, and after she recovered she realized she felt better. And getting hungry.
“Bad air out, good air in,” she said out loud, and giggled. With some effort, she pushed herself up and fairly waddled toward the kitchen.
“Hmm, hmm, hmm,” she murmured as she examined the possibilities. She decided on a family-size lasagna, half a loaf of that frozen prepared cheese garlic bread, and a 2-liter bottle of diet pop. The lasagna and bread would take about 30 minutes, so to keep herself occupied, she hooked another jug of water and a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips. While the authoritative tones of Bill Kurtis droned in the background, she steadily worked through the chips and water.
After a while, every swallow became an effort. The button of her shorts was digging into her bulging tummy and it was really starting to hurt. It took some digging, but she located the button and undid it. Some more fumbling and she was able to undo the zipper as well. Ohhh, that was much better. She sighed in relief as her bloated midsection bulged tautly outward. The sigh, however, was cut short by a sharp, painful hiccup.
“Ow!” Her stomach sloshed heavily. Despite all the water she’d taken in, her mouth was dry. She chugged some more down, resting her free hand on her mutating midriff. She felt it rhythmically bulge, growing with each swallow.
The buzzer went off. Slowly, carefully, she set the empty jug on the floor and struggled to her feet. She lumbered heavily to the kitchen, feeling her aching belly sagging and sloshing as she moved. It sounded like a washing machine out of balance. She snapped off the buzzer and thought to check in the mirror.
Wowee1 Her unbuttoned shorts clung to her hips, the zipper opening stretched impossibly wide. Her stomach started at her breastbone and flew out from under her crop top, descending tautly to a bloated dome of belly. Her skin, stretched tightly, gleamed in the bright light. She patted it, then experimentally poked here and there. There was hardly any give to it. Oddly pleased with herself, she waddled back out to the kitchen, her stomach audibly slopping and gurgling.
Back in the living room, she settled in with the pan of lasagna, half loaf of bread, and bottle of pop. “And a-one, and a-two,” she mumbled. Dog the Bounty Hunter was summarizing the day’s fugitive-hunting plans. Alex dug in.
Soon, she was in an almost unthinking rhythm, alternating lasagna, bread, and pop. She felt herself slowing down. She laid down her fork and began to gently massage her belly. By now it bulged unbelievably and was stretched tighter than she thought it could ever have been. It stuck straight out in front of her for what felt like several feet before beginning to sag, weighed down with food, onto her thighs. She was too stuffed to breathe and her stomach frankly hurt.
She massaged her bloated tummy some more. Something started to churn. She was either going to burp or throw up. The burp, when it came, was almost solid, accompanied by a wave of regurge that burned her throat.
“Ow, oh, jeez,” Alex said aloud, inadvertently moaning. She paused to recuperate. After several seconds, she realized that the burp had helped. She took a big chug of pop to wash the taste out, then returned to the lasagna and bread, which, incredibly, were almost gone.
It took her six attempts to get upright. Ohgod, she was full. She staggered, unaccustomed to the shift in her gravitational center. She was sweaty with the effort of movement and she’d never been so stuffed. Only the most limited movement was possible. Very, very carefully, bending as little as she could, she got hold of the lasagna pan, the pop bottle, the fork and the paper towels. Slowly, moving like Godzilla in slow motion, she waddled to the kitchen, instinctively adopting a rolling gait that allowed her to shift her hugely swollen gut from side to side and helped keep her upright.
From the kitchen, she progressed to the bathroom. There, she reveled in the paradoxical sight of her small body possessing a disproportionate tummy. The crop top barely reached the bottom of her bosom, and every stitch of the shorts’ side seams strained. The button and buttonhole were stretched practically to her hips, the open zipper forming a vee not intended by nature. In between, her stomach was huge, gleaming in the bathroom light.
Carefully, experimentally, she touched it. Hard as a rock. She pressed her hands to her sides, delighted at the imprint that her hands left because her poor overworked belly skin was stretched beyond capacity. She felt as though she might overflow. For long moments, she stood, spaced out, feeling, massaging, stroking her hugely bloated midriff, reveling in the sensation of aching fullness, feeling oddly aroused by the stuffing she’d done.
Suddenly sleepy, she cautiously swung her whole self around, like maneuvering an SUV, and rolled back to the couch. With some effort, she lowered herself onto it and pulled her laptop (“lap” – ha! Not any more) toward her. She wanted to learn how to post photos to that cool site.
Experiment
begun by Anonymous, completed by Big Beautiful Dreamer
(based on original material in the Discard Forum)
begun by Anonymous, completed by Big Beautiful Dreamer
(based on original material in the Discard Forum)
Alex was a 19-year-old college freshman attending UCLA. She was an attractive girl; 5'5, dark brown hair, tan skin, slender build, but very shy, so she hadn’t made many friends. She studied dutifully and kept a B average. Weekends were for surfing the Net at random.
She decided to look for a recipe on how to make a fantastic stuffing for Thanksgiving, since it was just around the corner, when she clicked on something that looked interesting.
It was a site totally devoted to women stuffing themselves full of food. She couldn't believe how many girls had their pictures up and how many stories there were, both fiction and fact. She became incredibly intrigued and read story after story finding herself becoming aroused with each paragraph. She began to wonder just what it would feel like to be so full...She had always been a small girl and she pictured what it would look like - her svelte body suddenly interrupted by a swollen, bulging belly.
She went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. There wasn't much to choose from...eggs, veggies...and then she spotted it. An unopened package of cookie dough that she had bought last week. She didn't have time to make the cookies and had forgotten about them.
She heated up the oven and popped the cookies in as fast as she could. Fifteen minutes later they were done and she ran into her bedroom, cookies in hand, ready to begin her experiment. One by one she gobbled them down savoring the flavoring, trying to enjoy them as much as she could. Her stomach slowly began to bulge but before she knew it, the cookies were gone. She couldn't believe she had eaten them so fast!
She went back into the kitchen, feeling the extra weight in her belly, and looked in the fridge again. There was a gallon of milk near the top. "How perfect is that? Cookies and milk!" she said gleefully. She screwed off the top and began to gulp down the milk, but before she could really get anywhere, she got a horrible headache. The milk was too cold and was giving her a mild brain freeze.
She took out every single one of her cups and filled them with the milk until the jug was empty. One by one, she put them in the microwave and heated up the milk until it was warm enough to drink speedily. With each glass, her belly ballooned forward, stretching as far as it could to make room for the milk. She was down to her last glass and caught a quick glance at her belly. It was incredibly swollen, and she looked 5 or 6 months pregnant!
She guzzled down the last glass and quickly clutched her swollen, gurgling belly. She felt like she had swallowed a bowling ball and waddled into her room to lie down. With each step, her belly sloshed heavily and gurgled in distress as it tried to digest the massive amount of liquid it has just received.
She slowly lay down on the bed, her belly sloshing back and forth, and caressed her stomach. She began to hiccup and with each one, her belly gurgled. She stripped down to her bra and panties and stared at the massive, engorged orb in front of her. She heaved onto her side and began to think…what if her belly was even bigger? She slowly lifted herself up and waddled back into the kitchen, her hand on her swollen gut.
She opened up the fridge once again and had a look around. There wasn't anything left that she could really stuff herself full of and looked in the cupboard instead. There right in front was a box of pancake batter.
She had always loved to eat it raw and decided that was the best choice. She made enough batter to feed an army and brought the huge mixing bowl into her room. She laid down on her back, belly in the air, and began to chug the batter. Her stomach began to gurgle and groan, protesting the new addition of the thick batter, but she refused to listen. When she was finished, she looked at least eight months pregnant. Her belly was so swollen, she couldn't even see her legs anymore. She began to hiccup again and her stomach sloshed with each one.
She waddled back into the kitchen to put the bowl in the sink and clutched her stomach as it gurgled, sloshed, groaned and tried to digest. She heaved herself back into her room and fell asleep, massaging her swollen belly.
When she awoke in the morning, she was still very big but her stomach was much softer and the plethora of noises had stopped.
* * *
Just for fun, she stepped on the scale.
Holy crap! Instead of the 115 she was used to seeing, the digital readout said 126. Whoo. Oh, wait … a lot of that had to be bloat, water weight, whatever you call it. She threw her clothes on and made a trip to the grocery store. Tonight, she was going to push the limits of her belly, and, this time, she would be prepared.
Once home, being a bright girl, Alex reflected on the scale’s readout and the reality that actions have consequences. She changed clothes and headed straight for the campus gym, where she worked out for nearly two hours. Sweat-drenched, she refreshed herself with a lukewarm shower and headed home. She went to a class and the one after that but was finished by 4.
Once home, she hopped on the scale again and was relieved to see it read 116. Much better. She studied and did homework until 7. Stretching, she realized she was starved! All the better, she thought. She had wisely bought mostly prepackaged food, including prepared raw veggies. Grabbing a jug of distilled water, a couple of bags of salad and a bag of carrots, she settled down in front of the TV. She flicked on Court TV, ready for a diet of forensics and food. To warm up, she chugged down close to a pint of the water. No longer intensely thirsty, she plugged along, chowing down the carrots and salad. By the time the bags were empty, so was the gallon of water, and her slender stomach was full.
No, full was an understatement. She had a monster belly ache. Leaning back, she gently massaged her stomach, which had begun to swell outward. After a few seconds she coaxed up the biggest belch of her life. It sounded like a three-parter, and after she recovered she realized she felt better. And getting hungry.
“Bad air out, good air in,” she said out loud, and giggled. With some effort, she pushed herself up and fairly waddled toward the kitchen.
“Hmm, hmm, hmm,” she murmured as she examined the possibilities. She decided on a family-size lasagna, half a loaf of that frozen prepared cheese garlic bread, and a 2-liter bottle of diet pop. The lasagna and bread would take about 30 minutes, so to keep herself occupied, she hooked another jug of water and a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips. While the authoritative tones of Bill Kurtis droned in the background, she steadily worked through the chips and water.
After a while, every swallow became an effort. The button of her shorts was digging into her bulging tummy and it was really starting to hurt. It took some digging, but she located the button and undid it. Some more fumbling and she was able to undo the zipper as well. Ohhh, that was much better. She sighed in relief as her bloated midsection bulged tautly outward. The sigh, however, was cut short by a sharp, painful hiccup.
“Ow!” Her stomach sloshed heavily. Despite all the water she’d taken in, her mouth was dry. She chugged some more down, resting her free hand on her mutating midriff. She felt it rhythmically bulge, growing with each swallow.
The buzzer went off. Slowly, carefully, she set the empty jug on the floor and struggled to her feet. She lumbered heavily to the kitchen, feeling her aching belly sagging and sloshing as she moved. It sounded like a washing machine out of balance. She snapped off the buzzer and thought to check in the mirror.
Wowee1 Her unbuttoned shorts clung to her hips, the zipper opening stretched impossibly wide. Her stomach started at her breastbone and flew out from under her crop top, descending tautly to a bloated dome of belly. Her skin, stretched tightly, gleamed in the bright light. She patted it, then experimentally poked here and there. There was hardly any give to it. Oddly pleased with herself, she waddled back out to the kitchen, her stomach audibly slopping and gurgling.
Back in the living room, she settled in with the pan of lasagna, half loaf of bread, and bottle of pop. “And a-one, and a-two,” she mumbled. Dog the Bounty Hunter was summarizing the day’s fugitive-hunting plans. Alex dug in.
Soon, she was in an almost unthinking rhythm, alternating lasagna, bread, and pop. She felt herself slowing down. She laid down her fork and began to gently massage her belly. By now it bulged unbelievably and was stretched tighter than she thought it could ever have been. It stuck straight out in front of her for what felt like several feet before beginning to sag, weighed down with food, onto her thighs. She was too stuffed to breathe and her stomach frankly hurt.
She massaged her bloated tummy some more. Something started to churn. She was either going to burp or throw up. The burp, when it came, was almost solid, accompanied by a wave of regurge that burned her throat.
“Ow, oh, jeez,” Alex said aloud, inadvertently moaning. She paused to recuperate. After several seconds, she realized that the burp had helped. She took a big chug of pop to wash the taste out, then returned to the lasagna and bread, which, incredibly, were almost gone.
It took her six attempts to get upright. Ohgod, she was full. She staggered, unaccustomed to the shift in her gravitational center. She was sweaty with the effort of movement and she’d never been so stuffed. Only the most limited movement was possible. Very, very carefully, bending as little as she could, she got hold of the lasagna pan, the pop bottle, the fork and the paper towels. Slowly, moving like Godzilla in slow motion, she waddled to the kitchen, instinctively adopting a rolling gait that allowed her to shift her hugely swollen gut from side to side and helped keep her upright.
From the kitchen, she progressed to the bathroom. There, she reveled in the paradoxical sight of her small body possessing a disproportionate tummy. The crop top barely reached the bottom of her bosom, and every stitch of the shorts’ side seams strained. The button and buttonhole were stretched practically to her hips, the open zipper forming a vee not intended by nature. In between, her stomach was huge, gleaming in the bathroom light.
Carefully, experimentally, she touched it. Hard as a rock. She pressed her hands to her sides, delighted at the imprint that her hands left because her poor overworked belly skin was stretched beyond capacity. She felt as though she might overflow. For long moments, she stood, spaced out, feeling, massaging, stroking her hugely bloated midriff, reveling in the sensation of aching fullness, feeling oddly aroused by the stuffing she’d done.
Suddenly sleepy, she cautiously swung her whole self around, like maneuvering an SUV, and rolled back to the couch. With some effort, she lowered herself onto it and pulled her laptop (“lap” – ha! Not any more) toward her. She wanted to learn how to post photos to that cool site.
