Food Baby

WARNING: This story contains realistic, unwilling belly stuffing/inflation. If this isn't your cup of tea, leave now... otherwise, enjoy!


“You BITCH!”
Joanna slapped her ex-best-friend across the face, leaving a sharp, stinging red welt. The tall, well-endowed woman was, in all senses of the word, pissed. She had had one too many of Stacy's biting comments, her endless nagging and insults. Today... she was getting her revenge.
Stacy winced and mumbled something nastily, the gag in her mouth preventing her from forming proper words.
The blonde bitch was your stereotypical cheerleader type, the kind with a perfect body, rich parents, and a smoking hot boyfriend. But with all her fortune came an even bigger attitude, one that Stacy was unfortunate enough to use on the wrong girl. Used to being able to take her anger out on everyone, the blonde constantly tormented Joanna, bullying her about her clothes, her hair, anything and everything that she didn't deem to be 'in style'. That alone wouldn't have bothered Joanna, except that after Stacy stopped getting a reaction, she stepped it up and began spreading rumors about the other girl.
“You bitch... telling everyone that I'm pregnant...” Joanna yanked the gag out of Stacy's mouth, narrowing her eyes menacingly. “You deserve everything that's coming to you.”
“Well excuuuuse me if I mistook all that fat for a baby bump, you stupid whore.” Stacy curled her lip in disgust, sneering at the other female. “Maybe you're right... I should have known better. After all, who would want to fuck you?”
Fuming, Joanna stalked over to the corner of her basement, slowly pulling a big tray full of pastries and other desserts out from the shadows. “You want to see pregnant, bitch? I'll show you pregnant.”
“What're you-”
The blonde was cut off mid-sentence as a large, chewy brownie was shoved into her mouth. It was all she could do to keep herself from choking on it, forcing herself to chew and swallow despite how many calories she knew it had. Glaring at Joanna, sh finally managed to get the pastry down, opening her mouth to say something snarky- only to have another morsel forced down her gullet, this one more similar to a type of cookie.
The brunette was relentless in her pace as she force-fed her bully, each bite pushing out her stomach. Crumb by crumb, the blonde's tummy slowly pressed into her tight shirt, causing her to moan loudly. Joanna, upon hearing this, paused the stuffing a moment to bend down and push her hand into the distended belly.
“Two months, give or take... seven more to go! You look thirsty, Stacy... here, let me get you a drink.”
Stacy was so focused on trying to regain her breath that she didn't take notice as Joanna pulled out several gallon-sized jugs, each filled to the brim with milk. Allowing herself a small grin, the brunette screwed off the cap of one of the containers, forcing the opening to her mouth.
Stacy's eyes widened in shock as her stomach suddenly ballooned out, gurgling noisily as it strained against the fabric. Still, she had no choice but to keep chugging down the liquid, a single tear running across her cheek as her belly continued to expand outwards.
“Three... four...”
The blonde groaned pitifully as her shirt began to slip over her tummy, exposing the creamy, tight flesh to the open air. Her stomach churned again, causing her to squeal as her insides loudly shifted in an attempt to make room for the sudden load of food.
“Five... six... and seven!”
Finally the jug was empty, the gallon of milk now resting inside Stacy's bulging gut. Sharp twinges of pain danced across the skin, clearly unused to being stretched so far. All she could do was continue to helplessly moan, looking down through her tear-filled vision at what was once a flat, toned tummy. “It hurts... please... make it stop...”
“No, I don't think so. You haven't carried to term yet.”
Joanna suddenly slapped her hands down on either side of the massive gut, causing Stacy to squeal again, and her belly to gurgle angrily. Squirming in pain, the blonde suddenly gasped as another twinge shot through the engorged mass, her belly button suddenly popping outwards, unable to handle the pressure any longer.
“Ooh, look at that big, pregnant belly of yours.. who's the father, Stacy?”
The brunette gave the belly a pat before hoisting up another jug.
“N...No... please... my tummy is going to pop...”
Joanna shrugged in a dismissive gesture as she shoved the second container past Stacy's lips. More of the milk flooded down her throat, her stomach now growing steadily outwards, each inch causing the girl to squirm even more, her face wracked with pain. Even her navel was growing, the fat mound slowly swelling, now easily the size of a large marble. Stretch marks begin to spread across the pale skin, the poor girl's veins becoming more and more apparent the larger she grew.
Finally, a second gallon was down, Stacy's belly as big as that of any woman late in her third trimester. Continuing to cry from the pain and the pressure, her body jerked with involuntary belches as her system expelled what gas it could.
“Ohh... ohh god... I'm going to explode....” Stacy sobbed.
“I don't think so. You're only at eight months! You still have one more to go.” Joanna's lips spread back into a sadistic grin as she snatched another treat from the tray. “Open up!”
The blonde let out a loud noise of protest and horror, a sound immediately cut off as the delicious pastry was forced into her mouth. Groaning and writhing, she chewed and swallowed, noticing that she now had to swallow much harder in order to get the food into her jam-packed stomach. She felt ready to split open at any moment... she was quickly approaching her limit.
However, as soon as the dessert hit her stomach, she knew something was wrong. She cried out as her unnaturally swollen belly pushed out a few more inches, a loud creaking filling the air as the ball of flesh reached her knees. Her abdominal muscles, now stretched beyond repair, contracted feebly in an attempt to shove the food out of her body. This only caused her to make a shrill yelp, her face contorting in agony as her tummy tightened.
Joanna smirked, reaching down to undo her wrist restraints. “Looks like they're kicking..”
Stacy's freed hands immediately flew to her distended gut, her fingers  running over the taut surface and experimentally pressing into the flesh. Her belly was harder than a rock and fit to burst at the slightest provocation. Yet, still the contractions continued as her body tried to force out the gluttonous feast that had fattened her up, each one slightly stronger than the last, almost as if her system was rebelling against the stuffing. Moaning and gasping, she rubbed her stomach in an attempt to soothe it, silently praying it wouldn't pop.
“So, who's the pregnant one now, Stace?” The brunette poked the trembling orb in front of her, watching as the outline of the blonde's swollen, packed intestines pushed against the drum-tight skin with a sickening gurgle.
"Oooh..." Stacy could only groan in response.
Joanna chuckled menacingly, the sound carrying a dark edge to it. "We'd better feed that growing baby of yours... it needs to be strong and healthy."
The brunette patted the belly again, grinning as a sinister rumble echoed out from the depths.
"Maybe you're even carrying twins, who knows..."