a story i’m writing

the idea is that it takes place in medieval times and there’s a man that has stolen food from the town square. he’s been arrested and his punishment is that he will be force fed until his belly bursts

PUNISHMENT PART 1

Food for ya, glutton!”

Another guard was coming, his arms filled with bread, quinces, plums and milk.

“I just ate… bwarp! Twice!” Jacob belched. “I’m full, really! I’m stuffed and not hungry any more!”

the guard looked down at the muscular young man’s arms and chest. his eyes made their way to the man’s extremely bloated stomach. it looked almost pregnant, fit with his protruding outie belly button, pushed out by the force of the food inside of him. the only difference being the swirl of blonde hair surrounding the protrusion.

“But the sky is bright blue and the bells are ringing! It’s the prime, boy! The monks said you had to eat at the prime!”

“I’m full, I can’t eat any more!”

The guards gave him a sharp smack to the belly, the belly didn’t even jostle. just gurgled a bit as jacob belched again.

“Come on, don’t squeal too much, you pig! You’re supposed to be a prisoner here. Don’t make me shove this food down your big throat. Come on, make some room, I’m sure you can.”

—

I feel like… it’s so tight… I’m gonna burst.”

Jacob huffed and puffed. The young guard was back. He was kneeling and looking at Jacob’s belly. More food had been added to the already crammed organ and the difference was noticeable. His smooth, tan skin was pulled so tight from his ribs that the belly was beginning to look shiny. The guard looked closer and the man’s belly button was pushing even further out, closer to a marble in size. the guard pressed a finger to it and pressed inward, jacob grunted. the guard did it again, harder. Jacob’s groan sounded more painful. His belly now pushing the size of an over pumped basketball.

“Indeed, I’ve never seen a gullet so round! Like a melon! The skin’s so tight I could play drum on it!” 

“Please… don’t…” Jacob whispered.

“Well, I hope you’re hungry.” the young guard answered. “There’s lamb, and figs, and…”

“More… food?” Jacob cried. His stomach let out a rather loud rumble.

“Yes. It’s the terce. The market is opening. Don’t you see?”

Indeed, the merchants had gathered on the market-place, preparing their stalls and stands.

“I… can’t eat. I… won’t eat. I don’t want… to eat. Stop.”

The young guard laughed.

“You know you can’t just ask that, right? If you don’t want to eat, you’ll be forced to. Please, show some courage. It’s not so bad, it’s just a big meal. Come on, open up.”

—

It was noon, now. The market was coming to an end, but a small crowd had gathered around the stocks to look at poor Jacob. He had never been so stuffed in all his life. His stomach was much larger than a basketball now, though just as round and solid. He was as pale as his shirt, struggling to keep everything down. His round belly kept gurgling, moaning and making strange noises. Sauces, juice, grease and saliva kept flowing from his half-opened mouth, staining his clothes and chins.

A guard appeared.

“It’s sext, my boy! Time to eat!” He called, staring at the man’s stuffed stomach. As he was given no time to rest and digest, the massive pile of food just sat in his stomach, overwhelming the abused organ to the point of intense nausea.

“No… urg… no more…” Jacob struggled against his confinement, trying to find a comfortable position, even the mere mention of food upset his stomach further. The gurgles were now coming from the back of his throat.

“Oh, you’ll eat, glutton. Open up, come on. Open… open. Open!”

The guard opened himself the boy’s mouth, forcing a piece of bread past his teeth. Instead of letting the exhausted man chew slowly, the guard just forced the entire loaf of bread into his mouth and squished it further and further into his throat until the whole thing was forced into his esophagus and into his overloaded stomach.

Jacob tried to scream in pain, but his yelp fell on deaf ears. The entire bread finally went down and the guard bent down to get a closer look at the damage. Not allowing the man to chew forced the loaf into his stomach whole, this caused his stomach itself to bulge out, looking lopsided as the entire loaf just sat, stretching the man’s stomach further.

Jacob groaned as his stomach was made to work even harder to digest the unchewed bread. The guard placed his ear against the man’s painfully stretched stomach and smiled. inside the stomach, he heard a cacophony of gurgles and groans, the organ pushed much further than it was meant to. He could hear Jacob’s heartbeat, but it was drowned out by the sound of painful intestinal distress. The guard moved his ear away and rubbed the sides, staring at the poor man’s bloated belly. with his fingers spread his hand didn’t take up even a quarter of the face of his gut.

The guard swirled his fingers around the protruding belly button, watching Jacob’s face twist into a grimace as he groaned and begged for a rest. The tan skin was looking strained as another guard brought more food to the man, against his pleas.

A funnel was suddenly forced into Jacob’s mouth, his groans muffled by the tube. Water was suddenly rushing through it and into the boy’s open mouth. A part of him was happy, he hadn’t had any water all day and was feeling very dehydrated. the downside was with his stomach already so full and stuffed, the water being forced in took up the very limited space between all of the food. Mixing with the meat and cheese and massive loaf only made it all expand, and fast.

Jacob began to panic, his stomach was pushing against its own capacity. Sweat began to pour down the boy’s face as well as accumulate on his overly stretched belly. The guard knelt down again and watched with full glee as the organ was forced bigger and tighter. One guard began rubbing Jacob’s belly again, now slicker with the sweat and excess water running down its bloated flanks.

the sound of the rushing water was soon drowned out by the growing bubbling sounds and groans coming from Jacob’s stomach. he tried to look down to see how big he was getting but the funnel made it impossible. he could hear the guards discussing what they were witnessing, their mocking groans and chuckles gave him very little hope that his stomach would survive this.

before long, veins began to force themselves to the skin’s surface of the poor man’s belly, which only made the guard’s laugh harder.

“He looks about to burst.”

“Let’s make sure of it. “

The guards laughed. they sat on either side and pressed on Jacob’s stomach. it was practically solid, like pushing on a stone. Jacob’s muffled screams could be heard as the guard pressed mercilessly. One of them grabbed his protruding outie and yanked it further outward. This action caused Jacob’s eyes to cross, with so little space left, the poor belly button had no where to go, it could only flatten out as no more room was available.