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DAY 1:
An endless dark void.
That was all Tsumi had known for months now. These in between times, where she had no owner, were Hell. She was in a stasis of sorts, sure, so she wouldn't starve or anything, but she was fully conscious for it. Unable to move, unable to tell how much time had passed. Just left to her own thoughts, to run circles in her own head.
But then the void because an endless green expanse. She could move again. She breathed in a deep breath and wondered if her new owner would be better than the last. She couldn't see anything, the green void was all consuming, but she could feel a set of eyes staring at here from directly in front of her. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and adjusted the turtleneck and skirt that she'd been wearing for God knows how long now. She felt her nipples itch as the rough material rubbed against them, the turtleneck hugging those tightly while being loose on the rest of her upper body. She didn't know why she'd not been given a bra, but she'd been without it for so long that she didn't pay it much mind anymore.
"Umm, hi, I'm Tsumi!" she said, trying to sound cheerful. She had to make a good impression, this time had to be different! If she was just better this time, maybe this owner would care? "You are my new owner, aren't you?" she asks, already knowing the answer. But she doesn't get an answer. There's only silence. "What's your name?" More silence. She waits a long time, an eternity from her perspective. "Uh, ok..." Fighting back the urge to cry, Tsumi tries to provoke some kind of response. "Umm, could you give me something to eat?"
Before she'd finished saying eat, a huge slice of cake had fallen into her hands. She barely caught it in time, it had fallen so fast. She scarfs it down, fast. Wiping the crumbs from her mouth, she looks at the eyes that she can't see. "Hey, thanks for the food..." she mumbles. "You know, I could use a shower." Another slice falls down. She stares, and eats it too. "That was pretty tasty, but I really need a shower," she said, more assertively this time.
She'd never been much of a heavy eater, so her flat stomach was already slightly bulged just from those two slices. They'd been big, after all. Not visible under her turtleneck, but she could feel it. She was already bordering on being uncomfortably full. So when a massive steak dropped down, she stood in shock wondering what to do for a moment. What would happen if she refused?
She didn't want to find out.
She ate it, grease dripping onto her sweater and the ground in front of her. She finished it and let out a huff, feeling how heavy her gut was. She only had a moment of respite before a half gallon of milk fell, landing in her hands. She cringed as she lifted it up, and began drinking. She held her now steadily expanding belly with her free hand, feeling it swell into a gentle curve. She finished and tried to burp, but strangely couldn't. She tried harder, and had to quickly clasp a hand over her mouth and swallow back down the contents of her stomach.
As soon as she had removed her hand, panting while massaging her gut with her free hand, another steak fell. She barely caught it, and began sluggishly eating it. The actual organ of her stomach ached inside of her, and her skin was itchy. Every bite required a deliberate effort to force it down and keep it down. She panted between bites, gasping as she felt the pain intensify every time her lungs expanded and put pressure on the overfed sack of food inside her.
As soon as she'd finished it, another replaced it. She groaned and moaned in between bites as her otherwise baggy turtleneck grew snug, her skirt waistband straining to keep together as she swelled towards the size of a basketball. She could hear the loud groans and churns of her digestive system, could feel her body frantically trying to move food from her stomach to her intestines as she crammed more in. Tsumi lifted her sweater up and cringed at what she saw.
The skin was pale and tight, the influx of food forcing her skin to stretch beyond what it was ever meant to in this short of a time. She saw the beginnings of stretchmarks near her flanks and creeping from the underside. Her stomach had pushed her waistband down and went over it, and jutted out with little sag because of how tight it was. She let her turtleneck fall back down as she finished the steak, and felt that it no longer covered it entirely. At the very bottom, a small little crescent of overtaxed skin peeked out.
"Please, I can't take any more," her muffled voice echoed out from behind the last bite of the steak. "I-I'm having trouble breathing, I'm getting dizzy." The only thing that answered her was silence and another half gallon of milk. Tears ran down her face as she began slowly drinking it. Her sides began to sting as her still distending stomach pulled at the skin, dragging it forward. Her turtleneck slowly rose up, her boobs rising as well as her overglutted form pushed them upwards to make room. She groaned through mouthfuls of milk, not knowing when it'd end, until finally she'd finished it.
She immediately collapsed to her knees, her gut slapping hard against them as she landed. She clutched at her stomach with one hand and her mouth with another, regretting the decision. It didn't even jiggle or wobble on impact, just tightly bouncing once as a singular collective orb. It was easily 7 months along now, her navel drawn flat with small stretch marks barely creeping to it. The whole form regularly contracted, her muscles trying and failing to push the meal out of her. It throbbed in rhythm with her rapid heartbeat, tight lancing pains accompanying any movement. It groaned and gurgled like a cornered animal, and creaked like a ship at sea. She lightly massaged it, scared to even touch it but desperate for the relief.
She tried again to burp and couldn't, and then found she couldn't fart either. She seethed through gritted teeth as she felt her gut still expanding from the gasses that she couldn't expel. "H-help," she pleaded to no one, feeling the skin press against her palms slowly but surely. It slowed and stopped as her turtleneck rode completely up to her chest, her gut now properly full term.
She felt the presence leave, apparently content with what it had done to her. She began hiccupping, the whole ball heaving and shifting every time. She laid down on her side and slowly sobbed herself to sleep, feeling the ball of food slowly be shifted to her intestines as it churned away.
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Day 2:
Tsumi awoke to horrible cramps, and a feeling of being watched.
She sluggishly got herself into a sitting position as she assessed her body. "Ughhh," she groaned, rubbing herself as she tried in vain to make it stop. She was a tiny bit fatter, but not by enough that anyone other than her would notice, and still very bloated. The shape had changed, now being smaller and low on her gut. The top was nearly flat again, though there was still some gas in her stomach as well. She felt cramps again as she tried and failed to relieve the pressure from either end.
She finally stood up, furiously rubbing and pressing on her overfilled intestines to try and elicit anything at all. Nothing happened, and she finally addressed the presence in the room between labored huffs and groans of pain. "Wh-why can't I..." she trailed off, before doubling over and slowly slumping to her side. She laid there, until she finally worked herself up enough to sit back up.
She was instantly met with a sight that she had been dreading, but expecting: a slice of cake.
"I can't," she groaned. Before the words had even left her mouth, a second one fell. She sat, weighing her options. On one hand, the last thing she wanted to do was eat more. On the other, she didn't know what this thing could do to her if she refused. She hesitated before starting in, wanting to get it over with. She cringed as she felt her stomach start to slowly bloat outwards again, the feeling of needing to let out a massive burp getting worse with every bite.
As soon as she'd finished those, a massive steak dropped. Her upper gut began to equal the lower half as she finished it, panting and moaning in between bites. "Please," she began to beg, before another steak literally landed on her belly. She let out a shriek and clutched her stomach, internally begging for it not to burst. She felt the gaze of the presence intensify, and quickly began eating despite the pain not having faded.
A half gallon of milk appeared before her, and she began draining it while still swallowing the last of the steak. She was frantic, wanting desperately to get this over with, hoping that doing it fast would impress the presence and make it show her some mercy. Her sweater, having already been unable to get past her lower belly, began to be rolled up and out of the way by the distended organ underneath.
She wheezed as she finished, clutching her now obscenely bulged out upper stomach as her chest heaved up and down. Before it could expand down and round out, but the complete traffic jam going on further in had prevented that. Her stomach could only expand up and out, straining against the skin with a defined outline. The skin was tight and shiny from her sweat, and developing stretch marks on the sides. Lines of blue and green slightly bulged out from the skin in rhythm with a throbbing sensation that steadily pounded in tandem with her racing heart.
Another pair of cake slices fell down, and she half heartedly nibbled on them as she tried and failed to rub a burp out. "Guhhhh, no," she groaned out, watching a steak appear as she finished the last of the cake. Her head swam and dots danced in front of her eyes as she put all her effort into drawing breath. Her stomach had distended so far that it had managed to start descending down in front of her overpacked intestines, though it was still growing outwards and upwards at a much faster rate. It bulged out far more than the lower half, and visibly strained with every breath. "I c-c-can't do it," she begged, tearing up as she held her gut and willed herself not to burst.
She suddenly let out a wail as she felt a force press down on her overfilled flesh orb, watching it bulge out to the sides slightly as something pressed against the whole front face of it. Her skin creaked and her insides let out a barrage of upset noises as the pressure intensified for a moment. Only a moment though. It let up, and she sat there huffing in little short breaths as she listened to the angry groans and glorps that the disturbance had provoked.
She felt a tiny bit of pressure again, just barely a touch, and knew what it meant. She stared wide eyed and then begrudgingly lifted the steak to her mouth. A second had appeared during the time she was distracted by the pain. She began taking alternating bites, eating much faster than she had before, in an attempt to get this over with. Her digestive tract let out more and more complaints, and visibly shifted under the surface of her stretched skin. Her pseudo-fecundity practically looked like she was in labor, contractions and all.
She wheezed and gargled as she finished the steaks, lazily rubbing her now almost orb shaped belly with greasy hands. She groaned and yelped at every movement of her insides. It was all visible now, the outlines of the organs clear against the skin. She could see her stomach shifting, moving the massive feast downwards into her intestines, which were writhing and contorting to make room for it all. Internal groans and burbles accompanied every move, and she could hear faint creaking as her gut still slowly swelled out. Barely noticeable, but definitely happening. She slowly got to her knees, and leaned back. Her hands touched the floor behind, holding her now enormous weight up, as she tried and failed to give her insides more room to relieve any of the sensations that she was overwhelmed with.
And as she sat there, leaned back with her head tilted back, mouth agape with her chest heaving up and down to bring in much needed air, another half gallon of milk appeared. She stopped breathing as she stared at it, mentally calculating whether she'd rather let the thing squish her to death. If she drank it, she had a chance. So she leaned forward, one hand clutching her gigantic bloat as her other hand shakily picked it up. She began slowly sipping, panting between sips as she felt herself grow agonizingly larger with every tiny bit of the milk that was added to her already overfed form.
She gasped and panted after she finished, limply dropping the jug. It bounced off to the side. She was enormous, beyond what she would've ever thought physically possible. It looked as if she was ready to give birth to quadruplets, or something inhuman, but there wasn't anything except a monument to enforced gluttony, to fear. Stretchmarks ran from the sides to her flattened navel, criss crossing each other and themselves being crossed by bulging blue and green veins. With every breath, the whole boulder would rise slightly and the stretchmarks would flare an even more intense shade of red. Her skin flushed pink near the front, as well as the sides.
She moaned and whined with every creak and groan, her hands constantly moving to feel at spots where the bulging outlines of her insides could be seen moving. They constantly snaked around underneath the skin, growing more defined by the minute. She felt the presence leave at some point, she couldn't really think enough to tell how much time had passed anymore. She passed out from exhaustion some two or so hours later, curling up on her side around the bloat as she struggled to draw breath.
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Day 2, Continued:
Tsumi woke up panting for breath. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to orient herself. Had it been a whole night, or just a few hours? Her mouth was so, so dry. The room was spinning worse than earlier, and the dots hadn't gone away. She looked down. Her upper stomach had barely shrunk down, and the whole overly fecund form had continued to bloat outward. She was slightly thicker all over, but not by much. All the veins and stretch marks were worse, her skin a darker pink than before. She was so dizzy, so tired, but so thirsty. She cried out as a burp tried to come up, and was simply stopped by some unseen force.
She felt a presence. "D-daddy?" she weakly asked, moving herself into a sitting position. Her guts cried out with a series of groans and glorps from the shift. Her eyes became dull again as she saw nothing but a gallon of milk in front of her. "I, I can't drink that," she said, crossing her arms over as much of her gut as she could. "I just c-can't." She watched in horror as a second one appeared. She sat for a moment, shaking. Her skin went cold and her core shook. "F-fine," she muttered, reaching a shaking hand forward and dragging both near her. Her stomach's noises intensified and were join by creaking sounds as she leaned forward, using her ball of a gut as a fulcrum point of sorts.
She knew she couldn't actually finish them. That was impossible. She tried to cheat a bit, letting the milk overflow her mouth as she chugged. Her sweater, now a glorified bra, became soaked as she pushed on. The liquid made her belly slick as it slowly dripped down from the sweater. She gently held one side of the ticking time bomb attached to her as she tried to push through as fast as she could, to get it over with. The clatter of the first empty jug hadn't even echoed before the second was opened. The bulge of the swelling sack of her stomach pushed up and outwards on top of her gut, the complaints it let out growing in intensity and frequency as she put even more into an already critically full container.
She moaned and tried to heave as she finished. "P-please let me get this out of me," she begged, to no one. The presence had already left. She screamed as a hiccup made the whole overly swollen ball shudder. It no longer jiggled, moving as a single massive unit. Her stomach pulsed under the skin, unable to even try to digest all the milk. "T-too hot." She throws her soaked sweater to the side, and lifts her boobs off of her gut. "The pressure," she groans, feeling herself getting tighter by the minute. Her tits jiggle in her hands as she pants, her chest heaving up and down with every panicked breath.
"D-daddy, help me," she wheezed, before yelping as another hiccup threw her body into turmoil. She traced the deepening stretch marks and bulging lines of her veins as her insides bloated more and more, watching the skin flush a darker and darker pink. She blinked and shook her head, trying to purge her vision of the dots and now near tunnel vision effect that she was experiencing. "W-why is it getting dark?" she groaned, her body making her breathe even harder to try to compensate.
She suddenly felt several horrible stings, and that briefly brought her back a bit. She shook her head and looked down to see that the stretch marks had split. She felt blood trickle down from them, all over her gut. It was now the size of an exercise ball, though a very top heavy one. A gargled cry escaped her lips as she saw one split open enough for her intestines to begin pushing out. She weakly tried to shove them back in, but ran out of strength as she watched the others begin splitting open completely too. All over, dark pink and blue shapes began pushing out of the holes in her broken skin. Another hiccup caused whole feet of her insides to jump out.
She began struggling to see again, the sensations of pain and pressure fading away as her head rolled back. She still felt when her skin gave though, and her massive boulder of a stomach rolled out and splashed her with bloody milk as it detonated. A final gargled breath left her, and she fell over on to her overfilled intestines, all of which were in the process of slowly bursting open from the gasses trapped inside.
And then she awoke, her body restored. Still in the chamber. Still alone. Another slice of cake fell as she felt eyes gaze down upon her.