Oliva approached the fridge-sized apple, taking in its size and girth with hunger gleaming in her eyes. Though still full from her recent meal of engorged fries, Olivia knew she could manage a quick bite out of the apple. However, she also knew that she had gotten really close to getting caught in that last room and she didn’t want to risk being seen and having her new meal interrupted.
She walked behind the apple, gently squeezing herself between it and the large target on the wall behind it. Her stomach touched lightly upon the apple as she reached up and gently ran her hands along the red skin of the enlarged fruit. It felt nice and firm, perfectly ripened.
Olivia licked her lips, leaned forward and took a big bite out of the apple, her cheeks bulging with its meat as she chewed. Much like with the fries, Olivia’s tongue was awash with the taste of the apple, sweet and crispy with a faint tingle that danced atop her taste buds. She swallowed the piece down, gasping slightly for air and saw some of its juice beginning to slide down along its skin. Eagerly she lapped at it, fighting back a moan of satisfaction as the strange tingling of flavors assaulted her tongue again.
“One quick bite?” Olivia murmured to herself. “Forget that, I’m taking as many as I can!”
And so she did, quickly and ravenously Olivia took bite after bite out of the apple until there was a sizeable chunk missing out of it. It was just large enough for the young girl to fit her head into. That is, if she had any more room in her stomach.
For all that she was a glutton for food, even Olivia had her limit and she had surpassed that quite a few bites ago and the price to be paid was a rather uncomfortable ache that only seemed to build in intensity with every quivering breath she took.
“Oh… oh man… I… I may have overdone it a bit…” Olivia groaned from the feeling of an overstuffed stomach, which now sat entirely free from the confines of her shirt. She squatted down slightly and quickly squeezed her way out from behind the apple.
Once she was out from her little hiding spot, Olivia leaned against the wall and carefully rubbed the taut globe of her stomach, and having such an action be punished by another sharp wave of pain followed by a cacophony of rumbling groans. The flesh of her stomach quivered beneath Olivia’s fingers as it tried its hardest to process how much was churning inside of it.
Caught as she was by the fierceness of her bellyache, Olivia took no notice of the increasing tightness of her clothes, attributing most of it to the increased size of her belly. As for her sandals, well it wouldn’t be the first time her feet had swollen from the pains of enduring a pointless field trip.
“Speaking of those dorks… I better go catch up…” Olivia sighed, wanting nothing more than to take a seat and let her meal digest but she didn’t want to run the risk of getting caught snacking. Her regular punishment at school was bad enough, she didn’t want to imagine what the scientists would try and do to her if they figured out just what she had been eating.
Walking slowly as to not jostle her quaking stomach, Olivia headed out of the room. She stopped at the doorway and peaked out into the hallway looking left and right. “Now where’d those dorks go—AH!”
Olivia’s words were cut short by more rumblings from within the cramped prison of her stomach. She soon felt a bloating sensation in her middle, which was steadily climbing up from the depths and into her throat. Knowing what was coming, Olivia hastily clamped her hands over her mouth and did her best to stifle the belch that threatened to erupt out of her mouth like an exploding volcano.
“BUUUUURRRRRP!!!”
Needless to say, she didn’t quite manage it.
Hastily looking around to see if anyone had heard her, and biting back a snicker at just how loud of a burp it was, her loudest yet, Olivia headed off down the hallway. Relieved by the small decrease of painful pressure in her stomach and distracted with trying to find and catch up with her class, the young girl hadn’t noticed the small changes she had undergone.
How the straps of her sandals were one sharp step away from snapping free entirely with her little piggy toes and a bit of her heels all sticking out from the soles. That her stained shirt was just barely beneath the fatty curves of her chest, or that quite a few seams alongside the outside of her shorts had torn free, letting the meaty flesh of her thighs bulge through the gaps.
Olivia had no idea that her burp was the opening signal to a unique reaction that was taking place within her stomach. The remains of the apple had been doused in the same stomach acids that had eagerly absorbed the growth formula. Despite having been grown earlier that day, the apple was still contaminated by the radiations of the growth ray, energies that were now circulating through Olivia’s systems alongside the formula.
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