Dank sat in front of the TV, listlessly following the moving pictures on the screen with their warm, brown eyes. They were gently rubbing their own belly, their hand upon the middle of their turtleneck sweater as they often did unconsciously. It was something they did as a comforting act for themself, you could say.
Suddenly, a growl emanated from beneath their hand, causing them to pull their hand back and flinch. Their eyes flickered around for a bit before landing on their belly again as it growled once more. They let out a sigh.
“I just ate an hour ago. What’s up with you?” Dank asked their stomach knowing full well it couldn’t answer back. Even so, it seemed to let out a miserable groan in response and Dank grimaced. The hunger was starting to hurt, giving them a noticeable aching feeling in their middle. They crossed their large arms over their chubby stomach and stood up, grunting, “Alright. Let’s get a snack, then.”
They made their way towards the kitchen, winding through the hallways of their father’s mansion. The hundreds of winding paths was something they were less than pleased about, but over time they’d learned to find their way towards everything they needed to be familiar with. After a couple turns and long hallways, they made it into the kitchen and made a beeline towards the refrigerator.
Opening the door, a rush of cold air met their skin and caused them to shiver. Their stomach roared loudly, as if it were excited to finally be in front of some food. Dank quickly skimmed the contents, concluding that they would pick up what they wanted to make a sandwich. They couldn’t possibly have to eat much, could they? Again, they just ate about an hour ago. They set the food onto the counter and stared at it all for a moment, their mind starting to wander a little bit. Maybe they could get just a little something more to compliment the sandwich? A drink? Yeah, that sounded good.
With that, Dank strolled over to a cabinet and opened it, revealing six different bags of chips that were newly bought. Standing there, they couldn’t decide which bag to take with them.
“Eh, I’ll figure it out,” Dank mumbled to themself, shrugging. They took all six bags of chips into their arms and threw them onto the counter as well. Their stomach gurgled angrily now, growing impatient with Dank’s time wasting. They slipped their hand under their sweater to lay it on their belly and winced. They needed to pick up the pace before their stomach decided to jump out of their body and eat them instead! …Actually, maybe they wouldn’t mind that so much. No, stop, just focus on the matter at hand!
Hurriedly, Dank started making his sandwich, piling on various meats and cheeses along with the standard lettuce and tomato. They slathered mayonnaise on another slice of bread and slapped it all together, content with their otherwise lazy creation. They stuffed the bags under their armpits and picked the plate up on their hands. Wait, were they forgetting something?
Ah, a drink, of course! Dank maneuvered the fridge door with their foot, not wanting to put the food down, and successfully opened it. Sticking their entire head in, they fished out a bottle of soda with their teeth, their hands being quite full at the moment. They finally kicked the door shut and made their way back to their room, ready to relax and chow down on their little snack they procured for themself.
When they arrived, they shut the door and sat themself down on their bed and picked up the sandwich, licking their lips with a certain yearning. By this point, their stomach was growling and groaning just about nonstop and was practically begging for something to be put inside of it.
Dank held the sandwich to their mouth and smirked, “Don’t worry, belly. Here comes your prize for being so patient.”
Talking to their stomach was a really weird habit of their’s. They should probably see somebody about that.
Practically drooling by now, they opened their mouth wide and took a large bite out of the sandwich. Already, almost half the sandwich had disappeared into their mouth, and they delightfully munched on it as they savored it. They varying flavors caused them to groan with pleasure–they were practically starving now, so this was a huge reward for them. After a moment of chewing, they swallowed, shivering with delight as they felt the food drop into their roaring stomach. They let out a deep sigh of relief.
Dank continued working away at their sandwich is silence, not wanting to waste time with enjoying it anymore so they could get something into their aching tum as fast as possible. In what seemed like a matter of seconds, they had eaten the entire thing, albeit there were a few crumbs stuck in their beard. Their stomach wasn’t wildly starving anymore, in fact they felt fairly content, but as they looked to the bags of chips they craved more. They knew they could fit more into their middle.
Still unable to choose which chips they wanted to eat, they settled on picking a random bag and tearing it open. As they blindly shoved a handful into their mouth, they realized they were just good ol’ fashioned potato chips. Happy with this choice, they stuffed more and more of them down their throat and into their stomach, unaware that their belly was starting to swell. They just wanted more, now. More and more food. There was nothing they loved more than to enjoy the taste of good food, right now.
They tore through the entire bag in no time and crushed it up, throwing it into the trash can near their bedside and let out a breath they must’ve been holding. Suddenly, there was another groan from their middle, but this one sounded different. Their eyes fell to their stomach, bulging out and becoming tight against their sweater. They raised an eyebrow as they prodded their rounded tum, feeling the firmness of it. As they pressed down, they felt that it still had a lot of give to it, and they smiled to themself. Good. Still room for more.
They popped open the cap of their soda and gulped down a good portion of it, the fizzle and cool feeling of the beverage on their tongue refreshing them. They then dragged another bag of chips next to them and ripped it open, finding that they had opened a bag of Doritos.
“Jackpot,” they snickered. Of course, what else do you expect from someone with their nickname? In any case, they devoured the chips faster than one could process and cleared out the entire bag in the blink of an eye; their gluttony was starting to show its true colors and Dank couldn’t care less to stop it. They were having so much fun. They continued doing the same to the third bag. And fourth. Fifth. They were an unstoppable eating machine at this point.
What they didn’t notice, though, was that their belly was starting to bloat enough that their sweater was riding up almost past their belly button. It was starting to spill out onto their lap, becoming chafed even as they were wearing sweatpants. Their sweater was starting to become very tight against their gradually growing gut, and it sure didn’t seem like it was going to stop.
During their sixth bag, they were starting to slow down. They were becoming tired from shoveling so much food into themself in such little time, and they were beginning to feel a new soreness from their middle, now. When they looked down, they gasped in surprise at how big they’d gotten. Had they really eaten that much? What’d gotten into them? They laid a hand onto their bulbous belly as they looked around them as they sat on their bed.
They drew in a breath through their teeth, “Ooh… I’ve eaten pretty much everything, now, huh? Damn.” They couldn’t believe it. They’d eaten much more food than this in the past, of course, but never so fast. They were definitely starting to feel the turmoil within their stomach as it struggled to churn at everything they’d stuffed inside of it. They looked between the last open bag, their soda, and their belly for a while before sighing and bringing their soda to their lips, “I’ve already gotten this far. No use wasting perfectly good food.”
They chugged down the bubbling soda, feeling their belly push out more against their sweater and grimacing. It felt like it was going to rip if they kept going. They only stopped short of finishing it when they felt an uneasy feeling within them. Their own stomach gurgled and bubbled as something was attempting to come back up their throat, something heavy that’d been waiting to come out for a long time–
“UuuuUUUAAAaaaAArRRRrrrp!!!”
Dank let out a hearty belch, needing to take a deep breath after it to recover. That one had definitely been giving them some trouble for a while and damn did it feel good to finally let it go. Firmly rubbing their gut, they noticed that some room had opened up. More room for food, that is. The last bag of chips suddenly looked much more enticing than before. They licked their lips, reaching into the bag and eating with renewed fervor. Their stomach groaned again, this time begging for Dank to stop shoving more food inside of themself. They ignored its pleas, simply continuing to force more food down their throat. How could they not? It’s not like it could be that bad…
Moments pass, and Dank was now slouched against their pillow that rested behind their back. Their stomach budged out so much that their shirt had ridden all the way up so that it was just underneath their chest. The skin on their middle was taut, and touching it too much hurt, so they simply rested their hands on their gut instead of rubbing it. Their stomach let out a loud moan and so did they, the aching in their belly being far too much for them to handle. Their stomach was at war with itself, tirelessly attempting to work away at Dank’s foolish mistake pushed by gluttony. All of the bags were crumpled up in the trash can along with the paper plate their sandwich once sat upon. Only a little bit of soda remained within its glass bottle, but they couldn’t bear to even look at it right now.
They had been hiccuping and burping for the past ten minutes, every jostle from each disturbing their fragile gut and causing it to ache in response. Every groan and gurgle emitted from their stomach caused Dank to wince. It bubbled loudly and Dank grunted, “Ugh… Hic! Ooh, damn it–URRRP!”
They were completely miserable and at the mercy of their own body. They hiccuped again, “Hic! Fuck, ohhh… nghh.”
There was nothing they could do now but wait for the storm to be over. There wasn’t much else they could do about their ballooning belly. They could only hope the pain would die down soon so they could nap all of this food away.
“Brrrp! Uhnn… BuuOOORP! Hic…!”
Please let this be over soon, Dank pleaded within their own mind. But beg as they might, they’ll only do it again. And again.
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