Chara let out a huge burp as she finished her second milkshake, the loud noise reverberating around her small hotel room. She lay back after that burp, her hands going to her very stuffed belly and beginning to rub as it churned and gurgled away, obviously angry at her sudden gluttony.
The poor girl was beginning to slip into a food coma, the veritable feast she’d just eaten weighing her mind down. She lay back on the bed, rubbing her belly and burping every now and then as she slipped off to sleep.
Wait, why had she eaten so much? Her tired eyes opened a little, her mind kicking and whirring as the shock at the incredible size of her five-year-old-bodies appetite sunk in. She grunted and managed to heave herself into a sitting position, her stuffed belly groaning as she moved it around and squished it.
Once she managed to get up-right Chara looked down at her body to assess the damage. Her once toned and flat belly now sat out like a watermelon had made its way into her stomach, the poor gurgling mound obstructing Chara’s view of her small exercise shorts with its size, the swollen lump so large it was only half covered by her once form fitting shirt.
Chara sat rubbing her belly for a while, trying to remember just how much food she’d eaten in her gluttonous rampage. There’d been the two milkshakes of course, a few decent sized burgers, a hotdog, the large fries, the huge slice of triple chocolate cake, the tub of strawberry ice cream, and that was just what she could remember.
And it’d all been so delicious she hadn’t wanted to stop. In fact, if she hadn’t needed to let out that huge burp she likely wouldn’t have stopped at all. Suddenly the five year old’s mind began to spin with images of her eating and eating eternally, her belly inflating like a balloon as her feast continued, until her belly was as round as a beach ball, anchoring her to the bed and forcing her to continue her feast forever.
Chara looked up and around to try and distract herself from her growing panic and confusion, her eyes landing on the food cart which had delivered her feast to her in the first place. Instantly her panic subsided, her mind instantly sunk back into the haze she’d experienced while eating, her heart rate slowing and her mouth-watering despite her overburdened stomach’s angry noises.
The cart was still so full, another feast the size she’d already eaten waiting upon it, if not a little more. More cakes and pies and burgers and roasts and curries and ice cream and milkshakes and soda. Slowly Chara’s hand moved out to grab a delicious looking slice of apple and cinnamon pie.
Suddenly Chara’s mind kicked it self again and her hand slapped back onto her belly. How had she gotten distracted again so easily! Her anxiety turned to frustration, and she decided she was going to get up and figure out who’d made this food and why it had such an odd effect on her.
Her first step was to move the food cart she’d pulled up to her so she could eat on the bed, and then she’d be able to walk out and track down the mastermind of this fattening scheme.
Just move the cart, she re-asserted. But already she could feel her conviction fading. She slowly moved her hand out to the handles of the cart to move it, but found that as her frustration faded, her appetite increased.
The stuffed five-year old’s hand slowly moved over to the piece of pie again, her mouth beginning to water, again despite the angry gurgling coming from her newly rounded mid-section. She tried to wake herself back up and stop but the delicious smell was flooding her nostrils and she just couldn’t stop.
The second her hand hit the pie she instantly pulled it to her mouth. The crunchy sweet pastry and soft baked apple blended together between the five-year old’s teeth and quickly found their way down into her full stomach. Chara let out an involuntary moan as the heavy mouthful hit her stomach, which forced the poor organ to release another labored groan.
It just tasted so good, and she just couldn’t bring herself to stop eating and get up.
So, she didn’t.
A couple of hours later the constant chewing, burping, moaning and groaning which had been all the sound that’d come from the hotel room Chara had been put into ceased suddenly with a soft thump.
Chara lay on her bed which she had just collapsed back upon, an empty food cart at her feet and a huge basketball sized belly sticking up from her once flat stomach. Her eyes where closed and her shirt was now rolled all the way above her belly, revealing the disproportionate lump to the air as she massaged it in an attempt to sooth the storm rolling around inside her.
Her stomach was beyond stuffed, she’d eaten enough food for a family of six all by herself, and felt like she couldn’t fit another bite in there if her life had depended upon it.
She was trying so hard to be angry at herself for falling to the feast once again, to open back up that font of frustration which had nearly motivated her to get up and escape this trap, but her poor tired brain and sore stomach just wouldn’t let her, all she wanted to do was sleep.
So the very conflicted five year old girl lay on the bed rubbing her stomach, moaning and groaning and releasing gas whenever her packed stomach wanted her too until she fell into a deep, deep food coma from which she wouldn’t awaken for a long while.
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