Stuffed, Part 6

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Summary: Inspired by Surrogate Stuffing by Jaundis. Lynn is thirty-six. Her eighteen-year-old daughter, Hina, loves to stuff her belly to the brim with food. Determined to mitigate the effects of this bad habit, Lynn casts a spell to make 3/4 of the food that Hina consumes teleport to Lynn’s own belly. But Lynn soon realizes that this was a bad idea, because Hina doesn't stop eating until she feels really stuffed. Contains: Female: stuffing, belly expansion, weight gain, force feeding. Request submitted by Sebastian.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Stumbling slightly, Lynn gripped onto the back of the couch for support. She groaned as her belly tightened, her back arching by instinct. Her face was flushed red, her abdomen full of a pulsing tension. The pressure peaked, Lynn’s hands shooting down to her swell. She yelped at a sharp jolt of sensation in her navel, and knew that her belly button had popped out. She glided her fingers over the protrusion as she gasped for breath.

“Hahhhh…hahhh…” she panted. She was just so tight. This was the firmest the mound had been since Hina’s binge when Lynn had been sleeping. Lynn’s face contorted in strain as the tension rose to painful heights.

As her belly pushed forward, she could see her fingers steadily parting where they lay against the swell, giving way to the expanding flesh. Lynn gasped for breath, her legs weak beneath her. “Oh god…oh fuck…nngghhhh!” There was another surge, the mass inching outwards as she helplessly endured. She folded forward, her face pouring sweat as her belly continued to push away from her body, growing bigger and broader, inch by inch. She slid down the back of the couch, whimpering as her ass hit the floor. She tried to arch as much as she could, spreading her thighs, just trying to give the mound space. Then she sat slumped there, struggling to breathe, feeling dizzy and nauseous, tight to bursting.

She thought it might have been over, but wasn’t too sure. It was hard to distinguish sensations when she was at this extreme of discomfort.

Lynn looked at her state. The white tank top she was wearing had already been too small to begin with, but now refused to cover her belly at all, the material bunched over the round swell.

Similarly, her leggings had been pushed entirely beneath the mound, the waistband having no hopes of containing it.

Things had gotten completely out of hand. Lynn looked as though she was past due with child by then!

She gazed up at the ceiling in a panicked dazed. This couldn’t be happening to her. She was positively massive!

I can’t afford another new wardrobe, she thought suddenly. Then again, that was the least of her worries. She groaned as her belly gurgled and shivered, then seemed to push outward in a few centimeters of residual growth.

Lynn lightly cupped it with her hand. She just kept breathing, trying to calm down and think clearly about her dilemma.

The front door banged open. Lynn stared in shock at her daughter standing there, looking disheveled and furious.

“Hina,” Lynn croaked, feeling a mixture of betrayed, disappointed, and livid.

Hina stepped into the house, closing the door behind her. As she turned back to face the living room, she hardly seemed to register her mother slumped on the floor there. Her chin quavered, and it was only then that Lynn noticed Hina’s pink face and puffy eyes. The teen had been crying.

“What happened?” said Lynn weakly, her own discomfort abruptly forgotten, now replaced with concern.

“He dumped me,” Hina choked out.

Lynn’s brows furrowed. “Pete?”

Hina gave a jerky nod, but then burst into sobs. Wiping at her tears in frustration, she hurried upstairs, disappearing beyond the landing. Lynn could hear Hina’s bedroom door slamming shut a moment later.

Lynn was left alone, on the living room floor, still leaning against the back of the couch, breathing heavily. She was at a loss of what to do or even think at that moment.

“Great,” was all she said as she dropped her head back in defeat.

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Lynn tried to sympathize. She really did.

“…which is why it’s usually best not to eat your feelings,” Lynn finished off her gentle lecture the following morning.

Sitting stiff and silent at the kitchen table, Hina was glaring at the wall.

Feeling fatigued, Lynn poured herself a cup of coffee as she tried to recall the first time she had been dumped. She had been absolutely devastated. She had missed two weeks of college. Honestly, Lynn was certain that she had wanted to die at the time.

“Oh,” Lynn grunted as her belly pressed into the counter. She stepped away, her hands gently trailing over the problematic swell.

She was certain that it had gotten bigger since the night before. Though it was no longer tightly pressurized to the point of being painful, Lynn suspected that she looked overdue with twins by then. She felt as though she had to extend her arm farther than was natural as she reached out to retrieve her coffee from the counter. She took a grateful sip, her eyelids sinking. God, it tasted amazing.

Reluctantly, Lynn opened her eyes, and turned back to the table where Hina was still smoldering, her arms crossed.

Lynn glanced down at herself. She knew she must have looked ridiculous in the T-shirt she was wearing, at least half of her belly sticking out beneath the hem. It was paired with sweatpants and some fluffy slippers.

She approached the kitchen table, grimacing at the waddle she couldn’t seem to avoid now. “I know it’s hard, hun, but we have to stick with the program. You were doing so well with the diet. What are we thinking for breakfast? Why don’t I get you some celery sticks?”

When Hina glared hatefully up at her, Lynn nearly recoiled.

“You made this whole thing about you again,” Hina seethed. “I don’t know how you manage to do it every time mom.” She laughed bitterly. “And now I have to pay for your mistakes, as usual.”

Lynn frowned.

“I never asked to be connected to you,” Hina continued with her rant as she stood. She huffed. “I have class.” With that, Hina roughly slung her backpack over her shoulder and stomped out of the kitchen.

Lynn snapped out of her reverie. “Have a good day!” she called feebly. “Remember what we talked abou—” Lynn was cut off by the sound of the front door slamming shut.

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Things were going poorly.

Over the next few days it was abundantly apparent that Hina was no longer even attempting the diet.

She was binge-eating again. Not to extremes, but Hina didn’t even try to be discreet when she ate a whole box of ice cream bars, or munched through a family pack of cookies while watching TV.

Lynn would give her frustrated looks and short reprimands, but she didn’t push her. She could tell that Hina was depressed and barely holding it together.

Lynn, in consequence, could do nothing but endure the caloric abuse her body was taking. The constant feeling of fullness and the steady weight gain. It was a doomed cycle and there didn’t seem to be a way out.

A sudden belch erupted from Lynn’s throat. She belatedly covered her mouth, blushing. “Sorry,” she murmured in mortification.

Her patient gave an awkward smile, seeming just as embarrassed as Lynn was. Thankfully, the girl changed the subject.

“How many more weeks of this do you think I need?” Sophie asked. The twenty-year-old was doing rehab after surgery on her achilles tendon.

Lynn stretched out Sophie’s ankle again. “My estimate is another month. But that could change. Everyone heals at their own pace.” Lynn finished with the course of stretches. “I think that’s it for today. Let’s get you back into your boot.”

“I’ve got it,” said Sophie quickly as she grabbed her foot brace off a nearby table. She leaned forward in the therapy bed and adeptly put it back on, not wanting to trouble Lynn with the task. “You should probably be taking it easy anyway. When are you due?”

Lynn had been in the process of waddling over to her desk, one of her hands cupping her round belly. She froze and reddened, but then proceeded the remainder of the way to her desk, where she eased herself down into her seat. “I’m actually not pregnant,” she told Sophie with a pained smile. Denying that she was with child was becoming an odd routine in Lynn’s life.

Sophie burst into laughter, as though she thought Lynn was joking. But when she saw that Lynn’s expression remained unchanged, she sobered. “Wait what,” she said in bafflement, but then closed her mouth, looking mortified. “I’m sorry. Er…”

“It’s okay,” Lynn assured quickly. “I get it all the time what with all the weight I’ve gained.” Lynn thought it best to digress. “Anyway, I want you back in one week. How does Tuesday at ten sound?”

Sophie nodded dumbly.

After Sophie had left, Lynn gave a heavy sigh of relief. Though her job as a physical therapist wasn’t especially strenuous, Lynn’s stamina was understandably depleted given all the fat she had sitting in her core. Even things as simple as walking around the office, and aiding patients in stretches and exercises, proved to be draining. Lynn had broken a sweat within minutes of her first appointment. By the time she’d seen Sophie, who was her last patient of the day, Lynn had been struggling not to pant overtly.

Lynn was just grateful that she only had paperwork to contend with for the next hour or so. Deciding that she was due for a little break, she took several gulps from her water bottle, then just slumped back in her seat, closing her eyes and breathing heavily. Her hands idly traveled to the round globe of her belly, massaging the warm, plump heap of flesh, as she tried to relax.

“Knock knock!” someone sang.

Lynn opened her eyes to see Charlotte poking her head into the office.

“Sorry. Bad time?” asked Charlotte, biting her lip.

“Come in,” said Lynn, attempting to straighten in her seat a little. She awkwardly folded her hands over her huge paunch, but there was no hiding it. It was massive — particularly in the way that it protruded from Lynn’s otherwise slim frame. It was honestly absurd that it wasn’t a pregnancy.

“How are you feeling?” Charlotte asked as she walked in. “I brought you some of my famous bundt cake.”

Charlotte set a pastry box on the desk as she plopped comfortably down in the client seat facing Lynn.

Lynn’s lip twitched but she managed not to frown. She gingerly lifted the lid on the box and peeked down at the iced dessert. “I’ll have some later.” She forced a smile as she swallowed back the surge of nausea she got at the sheer sight of food. Her body was perpetually stuffed to capacity and she couldn’t imagine herself willfully eating a thing.

When Lynn looked back up at Charlotte, she found a pitying look directed her way. Lynn hardly abstained from cringing. Not again.

“So you got in way over your head,” Charlotte started the lecture, her gaze dropping to Lynn’s orb. “I get it. You’re already a single-parent. You’re thirty-six, and you thought that your child-rearing days were behind you, so now you’re completely overwhelmed.”

Lynn gritted her teeth but said nothing.

“Denial isn’t going to make this go away, Lynn.” Charlotte motioned to Lynn’s stomach. “Did you at least call the therapist I recommended?”

“Charlotte, I am not pregnant.”

“You sound ridiculous.”

Lynn scowled. “I think I’ll take my paperwork home today.”

“Lynn.”

Lynn braced her hands against the arms of her chair, and with a good deal of effort, she heaved herself up with a groan. One of her hands shot down to steady her belly as it wobbled somewhat. She knew she should have worn the new pregnancy girdle she had bought, but it was just so tight and uncomfortable.

“Christ, Lynn,” said Charlotte, staring at the mound which was much more pronounced now that Lynn was in a standing position. “When are you due?”

Lynn ignored her, clutching her belly as she waddled around the office. She tugged down her shirt, which kept slipping up to expose inches of skin. In the meantime, she grabbed folders, files, and charts from around the room, shoving them all into her work bag. By the time she finished, she was dizzy, and was feeling tempted to sit down again.

“You okay?” said Charlotte, who had been watching the whole thing in morbid fascination.

“I’m fin—urrrp!” Lynn’s belly tremored with the belch. “Ugh, sorry.” She didn’t know why she was feeling so gassy today. Probably the indigestion.

“Seriously, are you okay?”

Admittedly, Lynn was feeling a little unsteady. She could detect an unexpected aftertaste in the back of her throat. Is that…alcohol? Lynn thought, her eyes widening. Was Hina drinking!? She was only eighteen!

Lynn blinked a few times before the next realization hit. I think I’m drunk.

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