June 2024 Commission - Chapter 4

Kayla struggled. The sudden fear that coursed through her was enough to bring her back to sobriety.

            Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted some rando online. Oh god.

            Stephanie had forced another mouthful of beans down her throat. She shoved in an amount that was too much for her mouth, so entire beans fell down.

            “You’re such a pig,” Stephanie said. “Look at you. You keep making a mess.”

            “BLUE ELEPH—”

            Kayla’s cry became muffled as Stephanie rudely shoved the beans in her mouth with her hand.

            “You HAVE to eat it all. You can’t waste food. Didn’t your parents ever teach you better?”

            Kayla grew nauseous at the sight of the pot of beans. They had almost an entire half to go. Stephanie dug the ladle in and Kayla writhed and tried to pull her wrists as hard as she could.

            “Stephanie, wait, stop. Please. I’m going to be sick!”

            Again, another mouthful of black beans shut her up.

            Kayla shut her eyes and moaned. She started spitting them out, making a whole mess on the bed. Stephanie scowled and picked up the beer bong.

            “No, wait!”

            Stephanie forced the tube in her mouth and let the beer rush through Kayla. Kayla moaned. She wondered if she could possibly die chugging beer to death. Every second that passed she really wanted to give up but giving up with possibly make her choke. She had no choice but to keep swallowing and swallowing. She surprised herself by how much she chugged without stopping – but now wasn’t the time for getting impressed! Stephanie could have killed her!

            Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Stephanie stopped pouring beer. Kayla gasped for air and the full weight of the beer settled into her belly. She felt enormous. Like a fucking whale. Stephanie grinned devilishly as she dug the ladle into the pot of black beans. The sight of it filled Kayla with despair.

            Delirious, losing sobriety again, Kayla shook her head and murmured, “No…no…please. I can’t take…any more…I feel like I’m gonna…I’m gonna---BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!”           

            A couple bits of black beans spit up as she let out the hefty belch. Her belly felt as though it had lost 100 pounds. She felt so much better, and that gave her a precious moment of respite from Stephanie’s force feeding. When she gathered herself, she heaved, “Heeelp! Help! Someone help!”

            It was her last resort. She had to pull out all the stops. Call the cops if need be. This bitch was crazy.

            Stephanie was not bothered by this. She simply pulled a cloth from her pocket and shoved it in Kayla’s mouth, suppressing her cries. Stephanie had been ready for this. This was all premeditated. She had been set to do this since they had agreed to meet up.

            Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kayla thought.

            She struggled even harder than before, making the bedposts creak. The alcohol in her system didn’t really help, as she knew she was stronger than this but was getting too drunk to focus.

            There was no escape.

            Kayla gazed down at the ladle full of black beans as it hovered closer to her mouth.

            Oh maaaan…

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            By the time the session ended, Kayla had turned into a fat blob lying on the bed, having completely given up in trying to get out. She had been full before, too full and bloated to the point of needing to unbutton her pants.

            This time was different. This wasn’t just discomfort – this was pain.

            Kayla heaved and took short breaths, because taking deep breaths hurt her belly and she swore she would rupture something.

            Her shorts weren’t just unbuttoned – they were practically off at this point. She couldn’t believe she was able to withstand the session without vomiting. Then again, she did read up once the capacity of a human stomach. Something crazy like one-and-a-half gallons? Maybe Stephanie had been methodical about this – she must have known exactly how much Kayla could possibly eat and drink before ending it.

            Kayla had so much food inside of her that she swore she could feel the last bits of black beans still in her throat. She felt gross, deathly even.

            Surprisingly, she had been drunker before. It must have been the literal pounds of beans inside of her that slowed down the alcohol. Her body worked overtime trying to digest everything, gurgling and groaning. She even felt a little overheated.

            Her tank top rode up so much that she looked as though she was only wearing a bra. She looked down at her belly and could barely see the tips of her toes past her mountainous gut.

            Stephanie pressed an ear up against her belly. Even the slightest touch threw Kayla into a fit of discomfort. She squirmed and groaned.

            Stephanie patted her belly, making her squirm even more.

            “Awww. Did somebody eat too much?’

            Kayla gritted her teeth. Stephanie’s mocking sing-song voice irritated her.

            “Are you okay? You really ate a lot.”

            Kayla struggled to speak. “Stop…don’t…touch it…please.”

            “What was that?” Stephanie asked, rubbing her belly again.

            The pain was too great for her to speak, so she groaned. She desperately wanted to roll on her side in hopes of relieving the pain, but her wrists and ankles were still tightly bound.

            But to her surprise, Stephanie began untying her ankles and wrists. Kayla had a surge of desire to make a run for it – but alas, she was too bloated to move. This was the very first time where she was truly “too full to move”. People said things like that so flippantly but still obviously got around. Not this time. The thought of even sitting up made her cringe.

            “Ugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh,” Kayla let out.

            “Awww. Someone needs a little rub.”

            Kayla was about to protest but Stephanie helped her lie on her side. The pain subsided a little.

            Stephanie then caressed Kayla’s belly in a specific manner – rubbing in a half-circle back and forth around her belly button.

            “Mmmm,” Kayla moaned. “That…feels better…”

            “There, there. You ate a lot. You need to lie down for a while.”

            Kayla relaxed and let her belly hang. Letting go like that made things much more bearable. Stephanie had cast some kind of magic spell on her, because Kayla soon succumbed to a food coma, and slowly passed out.