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This is a fantasy story I wrote a while ago, which I never got round to finishing.  If people like it, i may write some more.  I have an idea about how it would end, but any suggestions are welcome.  Inspiration came from this story

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It was a fairly cold winter’s night in our universityresidence, and I was preparing a meal for Michaela, a girl from the floor aboveme.  I had offered to cook for her manytimes, and was excited that she had finally taken me up on my offer, as I had wantedto see her eat for some time now, and I planned to make sure that she ate alot! She and I were on the same course at university, and although sheobviously knew nothing of my fetish for stomach aches/belly stuffing, sometimesin classes I had been lucky enough to see her having a belly ache, rubbing herbelly with an uncomfortable look on her face. 

She had told me that she had mild IBS and that she would sometimes get abit of a discomfort after a meal, so it surprised me when she asked me to cookher something spicy for dinner.  I askedher if this wouldn’t set off her IBS but she said it should be fine, so Idecided on Mexican food, and made a huge pan of chicken, peppers, and onionsand tortilla wraps for fajitas.  I wasjust finishing cooking when she came in.

Michaela was a fairly big girl, but not necessarily fat –she was a tallish, quite big framed girl with shortish bright blonde hair andblue eyes, and a strikingly pretty face. During the summer she would diet to look slim for her holidays, and forher build she would have a pretty good beach body, but during the winter shewould always put on a good 15 pounds, giving her a plump appearance.  Her cheeks were slightly chubby, but most ofher extra weight was centred on her thighs, belly and boobs – her arms, behindand lower legs didn’t seem to put weight on like other places.  

I actually preferred her with the extrapounds, and she didn’t seem to mind carrying the extra weight – she would jokethat the layer of fat kept her warm in the cold.  “Hey” she said to me as she came in, takingoff her winter coat, under which she was wearing black leggings with a loosefitting grey vest top, with a large belt over her stomach.  “What you making me then?” she asked.  “Chicken fajitas” I told her “What have youeaten today?” I asked, hoping she would be hungry enough to stuff herself “I’vestarved myself today!” She said.  “All Ihad was a bit of cereal in the morning and some toast for lunch, my belly was rumblingreally loud in class!” She said, laughing and rubbing her belly “And my stomachfeels like it’s about to eat itself, so when’s this food gonna be ready??”  “Sit down and I will bring it over to you” Itold her.  I could barely conceal myexcitement that this food I was cooking was about to go on a one way trip intoher plump belly.

She sat at the table, licking her lips jokingly as I boughtover the pan and laid it in front of her along with a huge pile of tortillawraps and salsa and soured cream dips. The way she was sitting you could see some of the fat around her belly,but most of it was blocked from view by her loose fitting top and large beltbuckle.  I had a couple of tortillas formyself, but it was my plan to only eat a little bit so that she would hopefullyeat as much as she could cram into her hungry stomach.  “Smells good” She said as she put together afajita “You not having any?”  “I’m gonnahave a bit “ I told her “But you can eat most of it seeing as you’re so hungry”I asked her, hoping to get her to eat as much as possible.  “Yeah, I guess I can eat as much as I likethen!” She replied, cheekily.  I went toget her a large glass of diet coke to go with her meal, and as I sat down shetook her first bite.   She had quite a small mouth, but was takinglarge bites. 

I watched as she bit intothe tortilla wrap, which was stuffed with chicken, and began to chew.  She was not a particularly messy eater, butshe still managed to get cream in the corners of her mouth, and her fingerswere already starting to get slightly greasy. She chewed her food thoroughly with her mouth closed, and when sheswallowed I could see her throat constrict and release as the food was pushedinto her oesophagus on its way to her stomach. She seemed to finish the first fajita in no time, stopping only to takegulps of coke to wash the food down and cool her mouth from the spiciness.

Michaela was on her 5^th wrap before she evenstarted to slow down.  I watched as sheate, the chicken onion and pepper crunching in her mouth, before gulping itdown to take another bite.  She took along drink of coke, and let out a cute burp. “Excuse me” she giggled, and took a short break from eating.  “I’m probably gonna put on weight just fromthis dinner you know, I’ve had what 5? And I still have plenty of room” Shesaid.  “And you’re feeling alright?” Iasked her “Yeah, I’m fine” She said, “I told you I would be able to eat spicyfood!”  *I hadn’t intended to give her abelly ache, but I couldn’t help but hope that she might get a bit of one aftereating all this.  I had a quick lookunder the table at her belly, and noticed that it was starting to stick out alittle, but she didn’t look to be stuffed full yet, and could tell by the wayshe was eating that she was going to eat plenty more.   The thought of all that food already in herbelly was making me go crazy. 

I had noidea she would eat this much, and was already starting to think about how bigshe would be when she was finished.   Shewas by now on her 7^th wrap, eating more slowly but showing no signsof stopping.  After the 7^thshe finished and had a short uncomfortable look on her face, let out a largerburp then last time, laughed and carried on.

I could barely contain my excitement as she crammed more andmore food into her mouth.  When shefinished her 10^th wrap, her hands finally went down to herbelly.  She gave it a small rub and exhaled,sounding as if she was feeling full.  Sheundid the buckle on the belt “Making more room” She joked, as she lifted up hertop slightly to pull down her leggings, which were still quite high up on herstomach.  I caught a quick glimpse of herbelly as she moved the elastic waistband underneath the bottom of her tummy,which was definitely looking bloated. She then carried on eating, chewing the food at a much slower pace, andevery time she swallowed she would start to look more uncomfortable.  She ate two more wraps before she stoppedeating, and lay back in her chair.  Shetook a long drink of coke, which must have been about her 5^th glass,and rested her hands on her belly “Ugh” she said.  She had started to hiccup, “I feel like I’mgonna... HIC!.... pop!” She moaned, as I looked in amazement at her.  She was sat back in the chair, her bellynoticeably protruding, and the hiccups shaking her entire body.  Even the expression on her face looked as ifshe had eaten too much, her eyes were looking sleepy and her hiccupping mouthstill had sauce around the edges. 

“Oooomy tummy....BORP” She moaned, the gassy burp interrupting her words “I think Iate ...HIC... too much, I’m gonna ...HIC...HIC... go lay on my bed to help myfood settle, will you come with me?”  Sheasked.  I couldn’t believe my luck.  “Course I will” I said eagerly, “Are youfeeling alright?”  “I hope so” Shesaid.  “I think I just ate toomuch”.  She got out of her chair withsome effort, and walked up the stairs to her bedroom, cradling her overstuffedbelly as if she were pregnant, hiccupping all the way there.

When she got into her room she immediately collapsed ontoher bed, and lay on her back, her tummy sticking out into the air.  As I sat on the bed with her, she wriggleddownwards to move her leggings out of the way, and pulled up her top, revealingher stomach.  She had quite a pudgy bellynormally, but even with her extra fat you could still see the effect of the 10chicken fajita wraps in there.  Thesmooth skin of her tummy looked soft and flabby, but the shape of her stomachwas much more round than usual, and the small piercing she wore look squishedin her little navel with all the pressure of a full tummy around it.  She was still hiccupping, and each hiccupmade her belly shake, the fat on top jiggling around.  I wondered what the hiccups must be doing tothe contents of her stomach. 

When shehad collapsed on the bed I had heard a small slosh of liquid from her stomach,and wondered whether I would be able to hear any more from inside her.  She let out an enormous burp, and managed alaugh through her discomfort.  “Oooo, mytummy’s really ...HIC...full now” She said “Couldn’t let that ....HIC....foodyou made me go to waste” She said, smiling. “Although you did make me an awful lot, anyone would think you.....HIC...were trying to fatten me up” She said, jokingly.  “And why would I want to do that?” I said,smiled and took the opportunity to poke her in the belly playfully.  It felt soft for about half an inch in, andthen it was as if I hit a wall of solid feeling food inside her.  “Ommmmph” She groaned, gas escaping from hermouth.  “Don’t poke my belly” She laughed“There’s a lot of food in there, and I think that coke has made me gassy andbloated” She said, and let out a small gassy burp.  It was as if the carbonation from the coke wasall bubbling inside her, and the gas could only come out upwards, as the exitfrom her stomach would surely be blocked by the mass of food sitting inthere. 

Through her hiccups, I could nowalso hear some liquid trickling in her stomach, sounding like a small streamflowing.  She pointed at her belly “Youhear that?” She said “My stomach gurgling?” “I’m not surprised with the amount of food and liquid in there” I toldher.  “It’s not upset or anything is it?”I asked her.  “No, it’s...HIC... just mystomach telling you it likes the food you made me!” She laughed, as she strokedher tummy lightly and gave it a small rub. “Should settle soon” She said sleepily, patting her belly as her hiccupsstarted to die down and finally stop. She burped a few more times, and it sounded as if most of the gas wasslowly escaping from her.   The noisescoming from inside her belly were starting to get louder.

Lay on the bed with her, she told me about how she loved toeat and would often overdo it and end up in the position she was now.  She was too full to move any more thanoccasionally shuffling around trying to get into a more comfortable position,without disturbing her belly, which by now I thought must be well into the taskof digesting all the chicken and vegetables. She was just about to talk when a huge, bassy, rumble shook her tummy.  She placed her hands over her belly, and gavean embarrassed smile “Did you hear how loud that was?” She said.  I could still hear the echoes of the rumblethat  sounded as it her belly wasprotesting about the amount of food in there. “My tummy always makes funny noises when i eat loads” She laughed.  “Put your ear against it” She said “I bet youwill hear all sorts going on in there, my friends used to listen at laugh at mytummy making noises when we had sleepovers and ate too much!”  I couldn’t believe my luck! I had beenlooking at her overstuffed fat belly all this time and had wanted to listen toit and now she was going to let me! I leaned my head down and lightly pressedmy ear onto the upper area of her stomach where i knew all the food wouldbe.  Her soft belly felt fleshy and warm,but I barely had time to think about that as the minute my ear touched her, thesounds of her digestion could be heard at full volume...