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I've been struggling to write a full story lately and I'm sorry about that but I am thinking thoughts today that I want to share specifically about. someone eating a whole cake. there's just so many good situations that can come from it?
ok here's some thoughts btw and it ended up super long so buckle up:
someone who bakes a whole huge birthday cake for a birthday party that ends up cancelled. maybe it's someone else's so it's more disappointing than anything else; maybe it's their own and they're also heartbroken and hurt that nobody came or that the party couldn't happen. so they cut themself a slice of the cake as a consolation and it tastes so good and makes them feel a little better so they cut themself another. and then another. and then another. until they lift the knife and notice the platter is cleared and their stomach is full.
or maybe someone who had a hard day at work, so they stop at the grocery store to get one of the small cakes for themself, only they're sold out of the mini cakes. they do have plenty regular cakes, and they figure it can't hurt to cut themself a piece off of that, only they get home and pick up a fork like they would have if it was a single serve cake and just start eating. and they don't stop until the entire thing is gone, just like they would have otherwise.
or maybe someone who is at an event with too many dessert options, and after having one too many drinks with their friends, they get dared to eat one of the whole cakes that has thus far remained untouched. it doesn't seem like that big of a deal to their drunk mind, so they accept the dare and start eating. partway through, they realize it's a mistake, but they're already so far in and they can't possibly lose a dare.
or maybe someone is meant to go on a special date with their partner, but their partner breaks up with them instead. they go to their reservation alone and, when the waiter brings out the cake they had pre-ordered, they get lost in eating the cake alone without anyone to share it with and reminiscing over the relationship they've lost. they don't even realize they've been in a daze eating the whole thing until it's already gone.
or maybe someone who took home a cake as leftovers from a party a couple of weeks ago and forgot about it before now. they're cleaning out their fridge and find the container it was placed in and think that it's just cake and surely cake really can't go bad. they also can't justify putting it back in the fridge after taking it out, so they just mindlessly pick at it as they continue working. before they know it, the fridge is cleaned out, and so is their plate. it's also then that they start to realize that maybe a cake can go bad and give them food poisoning, if they aren't careful enough- and it seems like they weren't.
or maybe someone with an allergy who didn't realize that the cake they've been eating that tastes so good has a food that they cannot have in it. maybe it's something that causes a little bit of digestive upset, or maybe it's something that causes a lot of digestive upset (and more). either way, they don't find out about the incorrect allergen ingredient until after they've already scarfed down the whole entire thing and they're already starting to notice the early warning signs of a reaction.
or maybe someone who is a supernatural being who cannot consume cake in the first place. maybe they ended up at a wedding or a birthday or some sort of party where they're expected to eat human food, and this being that cannot digest human food, let alone one so dense and sugary and heavy. they're not sure how much a human would eat and end up consuming the whole thing, despite the fact that they are incapable of processing it.
or maybe someone who truly just loves cake and can't help themself once they're near one. they can't stop going back just for how much they love every bite they take. they feel an intense craving for cake today and can't stop eating, going back for more slices and bites. they don't see any reason not to with how much they enjoy it. at least, they don't see why not until they start to realize they've somehow fit an entire cake inside themself.
but regardless of how it happens, every one of these people would start experiencing pretty much the same thing afterwards I think:
a massive sugar rush that makes them feel all prickly with their heart beating too fast, their palms getting all sweaty, their stomach unable to properly digest anything with how quickly everything in their body seems to be moving and rushing along.
this would also like be followed by a similarly massive sugar crash, where their body refuses to do much of anything at all. their whole system starts getting so sluggish and struggles to process the sheer amount of they've stuffed themself with.
all the sugar and fat and flour and cream and everything in the cake is probably starting to give them an upset stomach. they would start bloating quite a bit, feeling a lot of indigestion as their belly struggles to process the cake they've eaten.
an even bigger problem is the sheer amount of cake they've eaten. there's so much of it inside of them that their stomach has had to expand to accommodate the amount and stretched out to fill them up as much as they can be filled, leaving them uncomfortable and bloated and stuffed.
their digestion slows down even more with the cake they've eaten, and they feel even more sluggish inside and out. after a while it feels like they aren't digesting anything at all, and the indigestion joins up with the acid reflux from the rich, creamy cake to have them hiccupping and burping and the feeling that some of their belches bring up a little bit of regurgitated cake with them.
a throbbing headache from all the sugar and a sense of exhaustion. they're so worn out that they try to lay down to sleep it off or at least rest, and even drink a little water to help with potential dehydration, but they're struggling to get any rest with how full their stomach is and how much it's starting to feel more and more uncomfortable.
they probably ate so much they upset the balance in their stomach. all the good bacteria has been disrupted and unbalanced by the bad coming in, and it bloats them out even more until they're filled with rumbling discomfort, too much air, filled with cake. it's probably more and more uncomfortable every second.
it's also probably getting soooooo noisy in their belly. once their stomach realizes how stuffed and upset it is, it definitely is going to start protesting and protesting loudly. all that sugar would start fermenting in their guts, which would definitely cause a lot of bubbling and burbling noises. not only that but their tummy and guts and intestines trying to break down all that sugar and fat and flour is going to sound really liquidy inside them- probably really gurgly the entire time it's trying to digest.
eventually, though, they're going to realize digestion is impossible. like they ultimately probably just won't be able to digest it all. at that point, probably:
after stuffing that much into themselves it would've been a miracle to be able to process it through their system. their digestion is going to start really struggling after not very long at all. it'll probably start rumbling really loudly. it wants them to know how upset it is and will give them long, deep, growling noises that keep rolling through their belly.
eventually the gas will build up, too. it won't just be all the cake they stuffed in themself that they just cannot digest, but they're going to get so bloated and uncomfortable. everything will feel like it's bubbling, from their throat down through their chest into their belly and their guts and down to their ass. it's all going to feel so, so full inside of them, but they've already eaten everything so there's really not much else to do at this point except try and get through it.
the upset brewing in their belly will eventually start churning its way up into a small storm inside of them. the water they tried to drink is making them feel a little sloshy, more liquidy noises churning up as everything churns together. their belly tries to process everything, even trying to push a little through into their intestines, and it starts making these popping feelings, along with these tight, high-pitched squeaks and whines and whimpers as their stomach tries to expand and take it all.
the little bubbles in the gas inside them will become bigger and bigger, shifts and pings and pops inside them that eventually become bigger belches. at first, they're probably hiccuppy burps, before they're starting to get deeper and wetter and combining with the acid reflux a little bit to bring up a little bit of the undigested and poorly-chewed cake in their belly at the end of each hard belch.
they're going to really start regretting it when their stomach starts threatening to empty itself and reject the sheer amount of cake that has been stuffed inside of it. they can run to the bathroom and try to get some of it out, but their belly hasn't managed to digest enough to get anything out that way.
they can try to feel better in other ways, especially since the bloat and discomfort and nausea are only growing. they try to drink more water to flush the sugar through their system, and they try to drink a little bit of tea, maybe ginger or peppermint, and they try to go for a little walk to get their belly to settle and encourage it to digest. unfortunately, they had so much that none of that is enough to get their stomach to settle down inside of them, as angry as it is.
eventually they're going to feel like their mouth is watering, fighting against the stomach acid attempting to claw its way up inside them. they'll probably feel something of a cold sweat coming on, and they'll go to lay down and be by themselves, away from everybody else. as they're walking to bed, they probably feel a little shaky, dizzy, sweaty. it's not easy to get into pajamas and lay down in bed on their own, but they manage it.
their digestive system is still trying to process everything, even if it's fighting a losing battle, and they just can't stop the sick, wet burps that keep coming. their stomach keeps spasming, the muscles fighting to push everything through, but failing to do so. it's probably only going to make them more uncomfortable and nauseated as it gets worse and worse.
they'll probably feel weak and exhausted. they're so drained it's hard to know what to do, but maybe they'll try to drink their tea, or take medicine, or rub their belly where it hurts the most. if someone comes to check on them, maybe they'll ask them to help rub their tummy, too. they're hoping it'll work (it won't).
eventually it just will become too much. they won't be able to fight it anymore. they feel the worst they've ever felt. with an entire cake stuffed inside them, they feel like their overloaded belly is on the brink of tearing them apart. they're too nauseated. after a bit, they realize it's all going to happen soon:
their stomach is just too overloaded. as they're laying there, feeling worse by the second, they start to realize they're just not going to be able to keep it all down. they're going to have to sit up quickly as the miserable queasiness intensifies, a warning snarl building up and forcing its way up their throat as a deep, wet belch that brings up a mouthful of mushed-up cake and stomach acid that they forcefully swallow back down with a loud, liquidy gurgle of protest from their tummy.
they only have seconds to launch themself out of bed. maybe they can't make it out of the room and they get sick in bed, or in the trash can, on their knees and bent over it; maybe they sprint out of their room and into their bathroom, shoving the toilet lids up and slamming down to their knees just in time for a horrible belch to rip up and out of them.
every burp probably tastes worse and worse. at first, it takes like the cake flavors, and the frosting, so thick and cloying and sweet in the back of their throat. it'll become worse as it melts with their stomach acid, becoming acidic and rancid and worse every time they taste it again until just the taste of it is enough to have them gagging. it just intensifies the whole horrible experience.
they try to breathe deeply, their whole body overheating and sweaty. even as they try to keep everything down, swallowing compulsively to keep it all in their tummy, taking long deep breaths, they don't think they can manage it. another deep belch rolls up, heavy and loud, and their stomach feels like a stormy battlefield, tumultuous and churning inside of them.
the heaviness in their belly will try to surge upwards, and they'll retch, spitting up a mouthful of sickly sweet and too-thick saliva into whatever receptacle they've found. they feel clammy, their stomach twisting violently, they shiver as pressure rises inside them and they belch sickly, deeply, tears pricking in their eyes. even when they try to take another deep breath, it's not enough, and they end up gagging on the end of it.
that's when everything will finally come rushing upwards. the cake went in one bite at a time, but it'll feel like it wants to come out all at once, a rush that gets squeezed up from inside of them and rips out in a violent surge. one gush after another will be forced out of them as their body finally rejects the entire cake they crammed down into their overstretched, churning, miserable tummy.
their belly will be determined to empty itself entirely. they won't be able to stop, expelling the cake one wave at a time, purging the contents one mouthful at a time. they'll wrap their arms around their stomach, or clutch the toilet or trash can or whatever they have, they'll probably cry as they can't stop emptying themselves until they're panting and gasping for air.
it'll take a while to get everything out of them. could take a long time, even, where they have to keep lurching back upwards and belching up another wave of vomit. every time they think they're done, there's another burp and another mouthful of puke pulled up. it's like their body is determined to make sure they feel the most regret possible over what they've done wrong today in eating an entire cake.
and then. they'll have to deal with the after effects.....
at first, there might even be a sense of relief. they aren't as full as they had been now that everything is out of them, feeling as if the worst has finally passed. their abused, tormented stomach is probably still gurgling weakly, rumbly and pathetic, occasionally forcing up another hiccup or burp.
their throat probably feels raw. their body is covered in a sticky sweat, pajamas clinging to them. they'll shakily get up and have to flush or rinse out whatever they got sick into. it'll be difficult to shower, but they have to to get the layer of grime off of them. by the time they get back in bed, they're practically collapsing into it. they probably groan when their stomach gives a sickly gurgle, rumbling in response to everything it's been through.
every now and then, their stomach will shudder. they try to take small, slow sips of water, but those make their tummy start to protest again, liquidy little gurgles bubbling up and making their nausea swell a little bit. they have to force themself to stop and set their water aside and take slow, deep breaths, closing their eyes and trying to sleep off the last of it.
they feel a little lighter, though they're exhausted and still have a rumbly tummy. their head and belly are both throbbing, and they just close their eyes and slowly rub their hand over their abused stomach, soft and gurgly under their palm. a mild nausea still lingers, but they just want to sleep through it.
their night is probably plagued with a lot of uncomfortable insomnia. they'll have heartburn, keep hiccupping and burping throughout the entire night, and probably so much acid reflux. they'll probably feel really restless, unable to stop moving, their stomach pushing them to continue shifting and writhing in bed all night long.
the next morning, they'll feel so sluggish and worn-out and exhausted, the results of overeating so much sugar, working so hard to purge it back out, and then spending a relatively sleepless night afterwards. they'll feel dehydrated and weak, their tummy will feel heavy and uncomfortable and bloated. their digestive system is probably still trying to work; they might even have to spend some time in the bathroom because of it.
even though they know that trying to eat something else might settle their stomach, they don't think they could manage to get anything to stay down if they swallowed it, even something small or savory. even the thought of eating a cracker makes them burp weakly in the back of their throat. they are full of so many things, and mostly, they are full of regrets for eating the whole cake in the first place.
they can try to stretch or take a walk or have a light breakfast or drink some water. they should probably try to have some electrolytes or something. if they can manage to keep it down. their system definitely needs to be flushed after everything they've done to it.
yeah so. you know. just thinking a lot about someone who might eat an entire cake. you know how it goes.
okay, i have a really long story from this evening that i need to share.
so today at rehearsal, people volunteered to bring more potluck-style snacks, since we were there all afternoon. yāallā¦ my tummy hurts so bad right now.
luckily, we didnāt have to be in our concert uniforms, so i didnāt have to worry about my full, bloated belly pressing against the buttons of my dress shirt. six days of meals stuck in your tummy is a lot of food, and it was already heavy behind my belly button. i wore my baggiest sweater so i could practice without getting distracted by the strain of a shirt around my swollen, heavy belly.
once we were finished with our music, we got to relax in the dressing room area and eat while the other choir rehearsed.
my dear, sweet friend K brought about two dozen enormous homemade chocolate-oat muffins. you know the kind with the big, fluffy tops?
now if you know me, you know that i both hate wasting food and hate seeing people upset. K made so many beautiful muffins, and nobody had hardly touched them! she looked so sad, and kept nudging me towards her overflowing tray, and i really just didnāt have the heart to refuse. not for lack of trying though, i mean, i tried to explain that my belly was kinda upset, but after ten minutes of people picking at her muffins and her not-so-subtle hintsā
āi worked so hard on them, and only two people have even tried themā¦ā
ādo you like muffins? i made so many, iām probably just gonna throw them away if no one eats themā¦ā
āyou should try one! you love my baking, donāt you?ā (i do, she made brownies about a month ago and i ate three of them)
āyou should at least try one, just a bite!ā
i crumbled.
it was delicious, too. i have no idea why people were passing them up. i was only gonna have a bite since my tummy has been so sore and swollen, but i just couldnāt help myself. after the second one, my stomach was rumbling, my whole belly still uncomfortably full from everything thatās been sitting in it for days. it made K so happy though, she kept thanking me for trying them and telling her how much i liked them! it was so cute, and i just wanted to keep making her feel better.
when another few minutes passed and nobody else took one, she offered me another, and when i tried to politely refuse, she said, āyou donāt have to eat them if you donāt like themā¦ā
aw man, that got me. i couldnāt have her thinking i didnāt like them! when i said i might go for another one, she perked back up immediately, nudging me back towards the snack table where her muffins were.
again, i was only gonna have a bite, but she kept looking at me expectantly, glancing from the muffin in my hand back up to me. i managed to finish it, trying to rub my packed, groaning belly as subtly as i could. oh man, i was not feeling good. it was worth it to see her so excited and proud of her baking, but it was really taking a toll on my stomach. i wasnāt even really queasy yet, just full. i pulled up my sleeve to cover my mouth so i could let out a quiet burp into my fist.
we chatted about her recipe and gossiped about our choir director while my overstuffed tummy churned and moaned its protests. i was thankful the room was loud with the noise of conversation because it covered the loud, rumbly gurgles twisting though my aching belly. it was hard to focus on what she was saying because my stomach was so heavy and upset. each thick bubble made me clench my jaw, desperately fighting back a whimper. the sensation of three gigantic muffins fighting to digest inside my sore, achy belly was too much to keep my attention on anything else.
to top it off, any time someone joined our conversation, K would nudge me and say something like āat least someone liked my muffins, he had three!ā although, i was sort of grateful for that because it prompted more people to have a muffin. by the time our break was over, there was only a about a dozen left on her tray, so i assumed i was off the hook.
i assumed wrong. when we were released, i went down with K to grab her leftover muffins, since we all had to help clean up the dressing area, and iād offered at the beginning of rehearsal to walk her to her car, since itād be late when we got out. oh man, this was a mistake. my tummy had settled a little, thank goodness, but K just looked up at me in the middle of packing up, and said,
āplease, will you take a couple? you liked them so much, didnāt you? why not have another, hmm? iāll just throw the rest away if you wonāt eat them.ā
my tummy was bulging from the treats already inside it, i was sure i couldnāt handle any more. still, she was being so sweet, and honestly i have a bit of a crush on her. sheās got that trademark southern generosity, always showing her love through food. i decided to just take a bite of one to show her that that were delicious and that they wouldnāt go to waste.
you see the pattern beginning to emerge, donāt you?
i picked at the muffin she handed me. i could feel every bite drop into my stomach, making it bigger, heavier, tighter. i didnāt want to be rude and belch, but i was so swollen that i couldnāt help it. we walked down the stairs to the parking lot, and the steps jostled a burp from my tummy. i apologized, terribly embarrassed, but she just laughed, asking if my stomach was still upset, and i nodded. by the time we got to her car, i was about halfway through the fourth muffin. she glanced at it in my hand and i kid you not, said, āaww, youāre not gonna finish it?ā
when i tell you my cheeks were on fireā¦ i was glad it was dark so she couldnāt see how embarrassed i was. i scarfed down the last few bites, just to make sure i didnāt hurt her feelings, like a true gentleman. a wave of nausea threatened to force the muffins to make a reappearance. i leaned on the side of her car door, holding my belly and trying not to whine while she set the rest of the muffins in her backseat. she closed the car door and i straightened up, but my hand had to stay on my tummy. i just couldnāt bear it. i told her to drive safe and said goodnight, immediately grateful for the privacy to let out a moan as my stomach cramped around four gigantic chocolate chip muffins, as well as six days of other treats.
the walk home was slow and painful, but it was only about a block. i wouldāve asked for a ride from her if i wasnāt seriously concerned about getting carsick. plus, i really needed a few minutes to whine about my tummy. every breath i took made my abdomen uncomfortable, my belly so full that taking in air made my stomach groan and ache. i had to stop halfway through to lean against a wall, my hand underneath my sweater. each queasy rumble was followed by a weak belch, my stomach too full to churn violently. it just felt so solid, a heavy brick in my upper belly, stretched unbearably tight.
i feel sick. my tummy feels like itās gonna explode. my entire abdomen is bubbling with sluggish gurgles. but i canāt stop thinking about how many muffins i ate for her, how unbelievably stuffed i am because a pretty girl wanted me to keep eating.
Stuffed burps and hiccups are la crĆØme de la crĆØme.
Burps that just come out because the person is so stuffed? Loud hiccups that make the persons belly jiggle because the are so intense? The person interrupting themselves with stuffed burps and hiccups?
Something that really turns me on so fucking is when pigs genuinely get to the point of almost popping. When all they can do is lay back, moan, and hold their swollen gut. Then they have to be *very* careful with their breathing. When they have moments when they just...freeze. They don't move at all. No thoughts, just focusing all the energy they have left on not popping. Even better when before that, they're genuinely huffing and panting. You can see their swollen massive belly moving up and down and hear the loud churns their belly makes in protest. They can feel the small twinges of pain in their sides, like their stomach's cramping.
But they love it. They're so hard/wet from this confusing mix of pain and pleasure. The pleasure only increases when I place very gentle kisses on their forehead and belly. Affirming them that i'm still there and very proud of them. When they open their eyes slightly and can see the pure arousal on my face and tell just how drenched I am from the sight.
i seriously overdid it tonight, had two Big bowls of homemade maccy cheese, a tray of smashed broccoli cheese crisps, a litre of milk and 3 cans of pepsi š®āšØ my belly is so achingly full i can barely move without feeling nauseous š« i keep telling myself ill take a break but i always end every night painfully overfedā¦
stay tuned till the end for some veeerrrry overstuffed burps š„µ
Getting so stuffed you can barely keep it all down. Afraid to speak because everything might come up, only separating your lips slightly to let out a small burp every few minutes or so. So full that anything larger than the smallest of breaths threatens to rupture your entire being. Unable to move due to the pain of your skin stretched so thinly over your swollen stomach. Your heart racing and your junk hotly pulsating from being simultaneously turned on and afraid for your wellbeing. Doing everything within your weakened state to force your body to keep it all in. Sweating... panting... immobile... And then your feeder comes up to you with the next meal. They lift the first bite to your lips and as much as your body is telling you you shouldn't, you shakily open your mouth to accept. You chew feebly, then swallow, feeling the food sliding down into your overly packed gut. You grimace in searing pain as your belly ever so slightly swells some more from the latest addition. This could be it, the final bit of gorging that does you in. But when your feeder offers you the next bite, you can't help but take that as well, and then the one after that, and then the next, stomach creaking as it continues to be pushed well past its limit. You don't know how much longer your body can keep it together, but you are going to savor the experience right down to the last crumb...
omg ok another thing that turns me on a lotā the way boys stand/look when theyāre just too full. the way their belly is so full it arches their back a littleā¦ thereās no way he could ever hide or suck in his tummy in this state, and he has to awkwardly shift his weight trying to ease the painful cramps/pressure. he might struggle to keep his hands off of his stuffed belly. beneath his clothes, his stomach juts out from beneath his ribs and curves down into his pelvic area, swollen and tight. the waistband of his pants has probably been pushed down or unbuttoned to accommodate such a big swollen stomach. his breaths might be slightly more labored, heās slow and sleepy, and he has a warm blush across his cute faceā¦ ugh so prettyyyy
It's so endearing to watch you curl up around your aching belly, your breathing shallow from the sheer mass of food occupying your abdomen.Ā Sweat glistens on your brow, and your belly is a taut, swollen bulge on your otherwise slim frame.
How much did you eat before I got home? Your smile is tight yet proud, and I know you did it for me.
So I'll drop down beside you and plaster your aching gut with kisses, whispering soft words of appreciation against your hot, overstretched skin. I can't help but love you like this.
Overeating is always hot but to me, the hottest kind by far is deliberate, conscious overeating. Someone keeping on eating long past satiety to the verge of bursting out of pure, undiluted indulgence. Forcing themselves to keep on cramming more and more in because they refuse to stop experiencing all those different, delicious flavors until their stomach is so packed they couldnāt fit another bite in. In theory, that is. They can probably find some room to finish their plate. And maybe for a little more dessert.
