A Spirited Stuffing (comm)

CW: Hypnosis, stuffing, burping, near-bursting, spooky activity

Catching up on posting my finished comms! This is a comm from Countryman52, who wanted his gang of five uni ladies stuffed to high heaven in a haunted hideaway~. Enjoy!

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It was a Friday night, and as usual, the girls were up to no good.

“Why exactly are we here again?” Sophie complained, paying more attention to her nails than the creepy manor in front of them. Her nails were immaculate, as usual, but she still felt the need to check. Sophie was looking pretty great today. She was rocking her black crop top and her jeans (bought faded, of course), and her belt was just loose enough to hide how big her butt was. She was one of the taller girls in the group, had a piercing (silver nose ring- total rebel~), and the one with the best hair. Shoulder-length black with perfect, bright red streaks at random throughout. She kinda wished she could do something about her freckles, but hey- some guys liked freckles. Some girls, too.

“Because it’s gonna be fun!” Was Mia’s response. Mia was the kinda-sorta leader of the group, loathe as Sophie was to admit it. She was the tallest of them at five-eight, looked like a nerd and dressed like a dweeb. She had hip-length brown hair that she had tied back into a careless, ponytail, letting stray strands fly everywhere. She was often tucking the strands behind the arms of the round-framed glasses she needed to see. She had a beige blouse tucked securely into black jeans. Also, she had boots on and was fit as hell. Girl was a jock disguised as a nerd. Hence, a dweeb.

“Yeah, plus… why not?” Nel followed up. Nel was a stoner without the fun of marijuana. She bounced through the day without a care in the world, mostly just doing whatever the others did. She was also goth in all things but attitude. She had on a black crop-top with a low-cut scoop that showed off her ridiculous chest, a black denim skirt with one of those ridiculous studded belts, and fishnets covering every bit of bare skin from her boobs down to her boots. She even had black hair cut in a short bob, which Sophie was, like, ninety percent sure was dyed. She swore she saw blonde roots the other day. 

“It should be fine, so long as we’re careful,” came the typically motherly response from Lyra. She thought that just because she had a motherly figure, that she had to act all motherly. Which totally contrasted with her bad-ass outfit, which made her just as big a dweeb as Mia. She was the shortest of the group, yet despite that, wore the boldest outfit. She wore a leather top with the zipper low enough to show plenty of cleavage, tight leather pants that highlighted her fat butt (Sophie was a little pissed at how confidently she strutted around with that thing), and biker boots. She was also the only one of them wearing make-up, but she made up for that with her extra-thick winged eyeliner and dark black lipstick. A weird choice, since she was naturally pale and had a pale foundation on, but whatever.

“The only one of us that needs to be careful is you. Might end up knocking all the furniture over with that dump truck of yours,” Bea joked in her usual irritating way. Bea was a jokester with no spine, who would make jabs like that but retreat whenever it made someone upset. Sophie liked her the least, but luckily, she seemed to know better than to take jabs at Sophie, so they were on ok terms. She was on the shorter side, wore a simple white-ish camisole and black jeans, had simple wavy shoulder-length brown hair with some blonde streaks, and a simple septum piercing (totally not a rebel).

Sophie just rolled her eyes to all this. She was only here to humor all of them anyways. It wasn’t like she enjoyed hanging out with them or anything. Sure, it was cool and all that they included her, but that was just because she was great. If she had something better to do, she would totally go do that instead. It’s not her fault they lived in a pretty quiet town with not a lot going on, so she ended up hanging with these dweebs most of the time. It’s just how it was.

“Ok, so, here’s the plan!” Mia stated. The other girls listened up, Sophie included. What? She wasn’t gonna be the dumb girl to die first in the horror movie by not listening to the plan. Mia continued, “We’re gonna go in in two teams! Team A will be me, Bea, and Lyra. Team B will be Sophie and Nel. Team A will take the West wing of the manor, Team B will take the East. If we find anything spooky or ghostly, we’ll immediately meet back up to be safe. Sound good?”

“Uh, no?” Sophie said bluntly, “Why do I hafta be with the goth wannabe?”

“Awww, don’t be like that~,” Nel said. She draped her arms around Sophie’s shoulders and hugged her, big boobs pressing into Sophie’s arm. “Mia knows what she’s doing. She’s got ‘sperience!”

“That’s right!” Mia said proudly, hands on hips and a chip on her shoulder. “I’ve had a run-in with a ghost before! So I know how to deal with them!”

Bea cut in at this, snickering, “So step one is splitting up? I coulda sworn that was the worst thing to do in horror movies.”

Mia just blinked at this. “Is it? I don’t watch a lot of movies. I just figured it would be best to find anything spooky as fast as we can, then we can group up!”

“Ok, sure, whatever,” Sophie responded, glancing away from Nel. She swore, if the little blush she was feeling on her face was actually showing, she was gonna kill someone. “Let’s just get this over with. I wanna go home and get some studying done.”

“Seconded~,” Lyra tagged on.

“Then let’s get going!” Mia cheered. She put her hand out in front of her. “Hands in and let’s do a cheer! ‘Ghost Girls’ on three, ok?”

“How about no?”

A few minutes later, after being forced to do a stupid cheer, Sophie and Nel were traipsing through the Eastern halls of the abandoned manor. It was a huge building, with three floors and dozens of rooms on each floor. It was gonna take forever to explore the whole place, but at least Sophie wasn’t too worried about ghosts. She was more scared of rabid animals or rabid spiders than of anything fake like a ghost. Only dweebs really believed in ghosts, and Sophie wasn’t a dweeb.

“Ugh, I swear, if this place ruins my top, I am so gonna have a cow,” Sophie bitched, ducking under a cobweb that her flashlight had illuminated.

“Like, same?” Nel laughed. She shone her light into a side room, looked around for a moment, and then wandered onward. “I got this top for super cheap. Also, we’re totally twinsies right now! Like, look at us! So cute~.”

“W-We are so NOT!” Sophie hissed, though the blush was back in her cheeks. “My top is stylishly oversized! Yours hugs your big cow tits! They’re WAY different!”

Nel giggled. “Aw, my boobs aren’t that big. Thanks for saying that, though~.”

Sophie grimaced. Nel was always like this! Totally misinterpreting Sophie’s snark in awful ways! She really needed to get a clue and start being insulted! What was even the point of calling out her bullshit if she just glossed past it every time? So lame.

The two kept meandering through the halls in mostly silence, peering in on rooms and keeping an eye out for ‘spooky things’. Eventually, they reached the end of the hall, where something was… off. There was a grand pair of ornate doors, and from under the bottom of the door, light was leaking out. Was the power still working in this place? It had been abandoned for ages. Old places didn’t have working power. That was common sense. Sophie was a little concerned, but Nel just pushed on ahead. She opened up the ornate doors, and an indescribable aroma washed over them. Sophie had to do a double-take, both from the smell and from what she saw in the room.

The scent was coming from a full array of food spread out across a massive banquet table. Full chickens, roasted potatoes, hearty salads, roast beef, loaves of bread- the spread of food was impeccable. And it was all fresh. It smelled that way, at least. Sophie couldn’t quite believe that last part, though. There was NO shot this creepy, abandoned manor had a fully laid-out feast just sitting here. There was more cooked food here than Sophie had ever seen in one place, and her family had huge Thanksgivings. She was almost tempted to try a bite-

Wait, what? No! No WAY was Sophie gonna try mystery food from a mystery house! Weird! Gross! She shook her head, clearing the fog from it. That smell was making her feel funny. They should get out of here. She moved to go into one of the side rooms to the banquet hall, but stopped when Nel didn’t follow her. She turned back around and raised an eyebrow. “Nel? What are you doing?”

“Huh?” Nel glanced up at her, then back to the banquet table. She licked her lips. “Oh, I think I’m gonna try a bite or two of the chicken. I’ve always liked roast chicken…”

“What? Gross. Don’t do that,” Sophie frowned. “We have no idea how long this food’s been here, or why it’s here. Just leave it. Let’s go.”

Nel took a step towards the table and took a deep sniff. “It can’t have been here too long. It smells so fresh…”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “What-ever. Get food poisoning, then. I’m gonna check out these other rooms. When I get back, we’re leaving.”

With that said, Sophie kept moving. She could already hear Nel starting to eat behind her as she left, and just rolled her eyes again. Maybe Nel really was a stoner. It’d explain why she was happy to munch away at random manor food. It was a good thing Sophie didn’t believe in ghosts, because if she did, that array of food definitely would’ve felt supernatural. She had the smarts to know it was just weird and not ghostly, though~.

It took a few minutes to check out the side rooms. There was a lot of junk in them, making it hard to properly get a look. Sophie wasn’t even sure why she was bothering to look, considering she knew she wouldn’t find what the others were looking for. Still, she needed to make it seem like she’d really looked. If they went back too early, the others would get upset at Sophie for being a killjoy again. Not that she cared what they thought. She just didn’t wanna deal with their whining.

After checking each room, Sophie made her way back to the banquet hall. She saw that Nel was still helping herself to food, like the stoner she apparently was. Great. She hoped she didn’t vomit. Sophie didn’t really feel like holding her hair up today. Like, she would, but she’d be pissed about it. She walked up to Nel and started, “Ok, gothie, let’s go. There’s nothing here, so we… should…”

It was only after getting closer that Sophie realized that something was wrong. A few of the plates on the table were empty, when they’d all been filled before. Notably, one of the plates had what looked like a full set of chicken bones on it. Nel had mentioned wanting to try the chicken, but… she couldn’t possibly have… right…?

Sure enough, when Sophie’s eyes flicked down to Nel’s middle, her fears were confirmed. The fishnet covering Nel’s bare waist was stretched, with patches of pale skin puffing up in each hole. Her belt was straining across her lower belly, exposing just how harsh Nel was muffing over the top of her skirt. Jesus, it looked like the woman was pregnant! Sophie had seen some food babies before, but this was just ridiculous!

Sophie grabbed Nel’s arm just as she was raising a forkful of green beans to her mouth and said, “What the Hell, Nel!? How did you eat so much- no, not even! WHY did you eat so much!? What are you doing!?”

Nel looked over at Sophie, and to her shock, Nel’s eyes looked glassy. She giggled, “Oh, just havin’ a snaaaack. C’mon, have some! It’s really good~.”

“What? Why would I- MMPH!” Sophie was caught off guard when Nel’s gut suddenly bumped into her, throwing her off-balance. Then, as she tried to understand why Nel had just done that, Nel’s fork of green beans was suddenly shoved into her mouth instead. She gagged. What the ever-living HELL!? Sophie HATED green beans! Why would Nel ever do that!? Sophie was SO going to… Uh… Sophie was… Uh, going… to…

Wow, that was really good. Like, really really good. Green beans were usually pretty gross, but these were super delicious for some reason. That was so weird. Also something this good definitely wasn’t rotten or anything. Was it all this good? Maybe she could try a quick taste of the potatoes, just to check. Just a quiiiick taste, then she’d get Nel to stop eating and they’d go meet the others. Just a real quick taste…

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“...aaaaaaaaaand, nothing,” Mia sighed. She closed the cabinet and turned back around, slightly dejected. She’d had high hopes for this place. It was so spooky! It was PERFECT for supernatural activity! So where was it? They’d searched the whole West wing with not even a single levitated object or mystery noise! Just the usual scurrying rats, creaking floorboards, and floating dust!

A beam of light flicked into the room. Lyra poked her head in, a polite smile on her face. “Mia, we should really get going. It’s getting late.”

“Ok, ok…” Mia sighed. Lyra was right. They might not have any classes tomorrow, but finals were coming up. Mia already had enough trouble keeping her uni grades up as it was. She didn’t need to ruin her sleep schedule any more than she already had. She gave the room one last look, then followed Lyra into the corridor.

The three members of Team A made their way back down to the first floor main hall. Bea chuckled on the way down, saying, “Glad you paired Sophie off with Nel again. I can’t stand hanging out with her.”

“Oh, don’t say that!” Lyra tsked. She tugged the zipper of her leather top up some, evidently feeling the night’s cold. She continued, “Sophie is a nice girl! She just has trouble processing her feelings.”

“I think her ‘feelings’ sum up to ‘stuck-up bitch’,” Bea joked.

Mia lightly slapped the back of Bea’s head. “Hey- don’t talk like that behind her back. Either say it to her face or suck it up. She doesn’t talk about you like that when you’re not around.”

Bea rubbed the back of her head, pouting. “Yeah, ‘cause she does it to my face…”

“Exactly. Show her the same courtesy.”

“Whatever,” Bea groaned.

The three arrived back in the foyer. Team B wasn’t back yet, which was surprising. Mia had figured they’d just wander around for a little while, then come back. “Nel? Sophie? Are you guys here?” Mia called out. Her voice echoed briefly in the empty manor, then… silence. She frowned. “Huh. Wonder where they went.”

“You think they got scared and ran away?” Bea snickered.

“No, no. Sophie doesn’t believe in ghosts, and Nel is a brave girl,” Lyra said. She also looked worried. “I’m a little concerned. Could we go check on them? They might’ve gotten hurt.”

“I was just about to suggest that,” Mia agreed. Bea looked like she wanted to protest, but after being outvoted, she just kept her mouth shut. With that, Team A set out into the East wing.

They kept a quick pace, only briefly checking each room for signs of life before moving on. There were none… which, actually, was a little strange. There were no rats in this part of the manor, and all the cobwebs were devoid of spiders or dead bugs. Strange. Very strange. There might just be a ghost here after all… which made it all the more important to find Team B.

Then, she saw it. At the end of the bottom floor hall, there was a grand ornate door where there shouldn’t have been one. They were at the end of the building. There should have been no room there, but there was. What’s more, there was light filtering out through the crack at the bottom of the door. Mia had already checked the light switches; there was no power in the manor. She stopped, putting her arms out to halt the other two. “We’re about to encounter… the supernatural,” she hissed.

“O-Oh, my-” Lyra started. She gripped her flashlight shakily. “D-Do you think it got Nel and Sophie? Are they ok?”

“We can only hope they’re ok,” Mia said grimly.

Bea looked at the two of them blankly. “Uh… are you being serious right now? It’s a door. With lights. That’s not spooky.”

Mia sighed and shook her head. “You just don’t get it, Bea. See, it’s-”

“I bet Sophie’s hiding out in there like a chicken, heh. Hey, Sophie!”

“What? Wait, Bea, don’t-” It was too late. Bea was bouncing down the hall, oblivious to the phenomena before her. Mia cursed and followed behind her, with Lyra trailing behind. She just hoped this ghost wasn’t like the last one she’d encountered…

The first thing Mia noticed when the doors opened was the smell. Rich, succulent scents of meats, veggies, and desserts flooded her nose, making Mia want to keep breathing in and never exhale. Second was that, despite the room being lit, there were no lights. No lamps, no overheads, no fireplace- nothing. It was like the room itself was emitting an ambient light. Third, she noticed the food. Just as the aroma suggested, there was a bountiful feast laid out on a massive banquet table, with a huge variety of dishes. There were a number of empty plates, though, which led into the fourth thing Mia noticed; her friends. Her two friends, Sophie and Nel, who were too busy cramming every bit of food they could reach into their mouths to notice Team A’s arrival.

“Oh my word- Nel! Sophie! Are you okay? Stop eating that!” Lyra was the first to react, despite being the last into the room. She darted forward to Sophie’s side. She looked down and gasped aloud, Mia followed her eyes and had a similar reaction. Sophie was positively huge. Her stomach was normally trim, but now it was an engorged orb that hung low on her tall frame. Her belt, which had been loose on her before, had long since snapped, leaving a deep red line around her lower belly where it had been. Her jeans were in a similar state, with the button having popped off and the pants being held up only by her perky butt. Her stomach was the size of a pumpkin, looked tight to the touch and was making heavy gurgling noises. Sophie looked pained as she ate, as if she’d passed her limit long ago, yet still she ate as quickly as she could.

Nel seemed to be in a similar state. She sported a similar red mark around her belly from where her own belt had snapped, but her skirt hadn’t managed to stay up like Sophie’s pants had. With the clasp broken, the skirt had fallen to the ground, where it lay forgotten. Nel stood there in her black panties, gorging herself with a lucid smile on her face. Her fishnets were in shambles, the black netting ripped and torn all across her belly. Her stomach was easily an extra foot wider around than Sophie’s, yet she didn’t seem to be in any pain. Not that her stomach didn’t look full; on the contrary, it seemed even tighter than Sophie’s, with a worrying pink tint showing up around her belly button. What was even more worrying, she kept mumbling with that lucid smile on her face, “Just love eating with my frieeeeends… Can’t get enough of that tasty, tasty grub… heheh…”

“Mia, please- come help me!” Mia was broken out of her fugue state by a desperate cry from Lyra. She had stopped trying to stop Sophie and had moved to Nel’s side. She had grabbed one of Nel’s arms, but the ravenous woman had just started eating with the other arm. She looked pleadingly at Mia and said, “We have to stop her! She’s going to burst at this rate!”

Mia shook her head, then ran forwards. She grabbed Nel’s other arm and helped Lyra wrestle her away from the table. Nel didn’t put up much of a fight, but whenever Mia relaxed her grip, she would try and move back to the feast. Mia grimaced. These two made a good pairing, with Nel handling Sophie’s rude demeanor in stride, but it had clearly been a mistake to send them off together to look for ghosts. Mia looked over at Bea, who was still standing in the doorway, stunned. “Bea! See if you can get Sophie away from the table!” She called out.

Bea made a face, but ultimately did as Mia asked. She grabbed Sophie’s arms, saying, “Please don’t get mad at me for touching you, just trying to help, just trying to he-eeeelp-” She then pulled Sophie away. The irate woman struggled a bit more than Nel, but Sophie was weaker than Bea, so she was able to keep her away. The struggling resulted in some pained-sounding burps, but other than that, no problems. Mia sighed in relief. She wasn’t sure what this ghost’s deal was, but at the least, they’d managed to save Team B. Now they just needed to get out of here-

“Uuuuh… M-Mia? What’s th-that?” Bea’s quivering voice asked.

Dread filled Mia’s chest. She followed Bea’s eyes and quickly found the source of her fears. A small cyclone of chicken bones, all licked clean, had started swirling in the air above the feast. More and more bones joined the swirl, before finally, they slowed to a stop in the form of a face. It was a mirthful face, full of glee, but the joy felt… alien. Unnatural. Inhuman. The face opened its mouth, but instead of hearing a voice, the words seemed to rattle around in her brain.

OhOhO! wHaT a ScRuMpTiOuS bAnD oF mErRy ExPlOrErS yOu ArE! yOu’Re AlL sO dElIgHtFuL, i CoUlD jUsT eAt. YoU. uP!

It wasn’t a fun experience having words bounce around in Mia’s noggin like she were the dice in a Yahtzee cup. Still, the ghost could speak. Maybe it could be reasoned with? “H-Hello, oh great spirit!” Mia started, barely managing to keep her voice from quivering. “We apologize for intruding in your home! Might we take our friends here and leave?”

The face rattled. It spoke again; No, No, It’S mY pLeAsUrE tO hOsT yOu AlL! pLeAsE, i InSiSt- EaT! eAt! I pRePaReD aLl ThIs DeLiCiOuS fOoD jUsT fOr YoU! wOuLdN’t It WeIgH oN yOuR mInDs FoReVeR aNd EvEr If YoU lEfT iT uNfInIsHeD?

For the first time since Team A had arrived, Team B seemed to react to something. They nodded in agreement with the spirit, then began a renewed effort to continue eating. Mia and Lyra managed to hold onto Nel just fine, but Bea was having problems holding Sophie back alone. Mia’s mind was racing. The ghost’s objective was clear, and it already had hold of two of them. There was no telling what it would do should they try and leave without finishing the feast, but there was no guarantee they could leave after the feast was done, either.

That was when Lyra spoke up. The generous soul asked, “Our friends can’t possibly fit anymore. If the three of us promise to finish the rest of the feast, could you let them rest?”

Mia didn’t like the way the spirit’s boney grin widened. Of CoUrSe! It WaS mEaNt FoR aLl Of YoU iN tHe FiRsT pLaCe. CoMe, CoMe- As ThEy ReSt, EaT! fEaSt! InDuLgE!

With that said, the face froze in one last piercing grin. Then the bones fell from the air, lifeless, and clattered onto an empty platter. At the same time, Mia felt Nel’s constant pulling towards the banquet table stop. The pulling was replaced by a heavy weight, as Nel’s legs gave out from under her. The glutted woman groaned. “Gnnnng… I’m n-never gonna eat again… HRK-”

Mia let herself breathe a sigh of relief. She helped Nel settle on the floor next to the wall, then looked over to see that Bea was helping Sophie do the same. Sophie was looking even worse than Nel, face green and hands clutching her stomach. Even if they wanted to try and make a break for it, Team B wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Their best option was going to be finishing this feast and hoping the spirit let them leave after. Unfortunately, while Nel and Sophie had made quite a dent in the food, there was still a good two-thirds of the banquet left. Could the three of them really eat all that? The taller woman shook her head. There was no point in hesitating. It was time to-

“Ok, girls. Feed me.”

“... What?” Bea asked blankly, echoing Mia’s confusion at Lyra’s statement.

The motherly friend approached the table and picked up a baked potato. She turned to face the other two women left standing. “To keep everyone safe, we need to make sure to eat everything. So I want you to force me to eat as much as possible. Don’t stop until I’m as full as Nel. Then, Mia needs to feed Bea until you can’t eat anymore.”

“What!?” Bea squawked, “Why!? That’s insane! What if we just keep eating, like with these two dinguses? We’re gonna pop!”

“That’s the other reason why we’ll go one by one,” Lyra reasoned. She sealed her own fate by taking a bite of the potato. Her eyes lit up as she chewed. In between bites, she got out, “You’ll stop me before- mrf- I hurt myself- mmf- and Mia will stop Bea- aaarmmf-”

“But why is Mia last!? Why not me!?”

Mia put her hand on Bea’s shoulder. “You can be last if you want. Just remember- there’ll be no one left to stop you if there’s too much food in the end.”

Bea reconsidered for a moment. She grimaced. “I hate this. I really, REALLY hate this.”

Lyra was starting to fade. She had turned back to the table after finishing her baked potato and was reaching for a salad bowl. She started shoveling the ranch-rich greens into her mouth, caring little for appearances. It didn’t seem like she needed much help stuffing food into herself, but still, Mia would provide what support she could. She nudged Bea’s arm, saying, “Hey- help me make sure Lyra always has some food within arms reach. Remember; the more she eats, the less you have to.”

That seemed like sufficient enough motivation for the flighty girl. Bea cleared away many of the empty plates and bowls that Nel and Sophie had accumulated while Mia brought fresh food over. Each dish smelled so heavenly and looked so inviting that Mia was tempted to just start cramming food into her face, but she stuck to the plan. It was too risky for all of them to lose their heads at once. Lyra was right. This was their best chance to all make it out of here in one piece.

It was both mesmerizing and horrifying to watch Lyra descend into gluttony. She still used utensils when relevant, but the heaping helpings she shovelled into her mouth were long past being considered poor manners. There was never a moment where her mouth was devoid of food, with the full-figured woman pushing more food in even as she swallowed the last mouthful.

While making sure to keep food within reach, Mia also kept an eye on Lyra’s waistline. In no time, her gut had begun to swell from the massive influx of food Lyra was cramming into herself. Her leather clothes squeaked and shifted as her stomach billowed outwards. Her top started to shift up, creases and folds appearing in the stiff material. Her pants resisted stretching, getting pulled taut across her shapely butt while her pale stomach began overflowing the restricting clothing. If any of this was uncomfortable for Lyra, it didn’t show on her face. She just kept obsessively stuffing her face, eyes glazed over and a dreamy grin plastered on her lips. She also kept mumbling to herself between bites- things like, “So good… Want more… So cozy… Want to share, but also… All mine…”

Bea was clearly unsettled by how the mumblings, as well as how quickly Lyra had seemed to lose herself in the food Admittedly, Mia was too. She could only hope that, after they separated Lyra from the food, then she’d come out of her fugue like the other two had. For now, though, all they could do was watch Lyra go.

At no point did Lyra’s rapid gluttony ever slow down. She just kept eating and eating and eating, clearing out plates faster than Mia would have thought possible. After a particularly large gulp of casserole, the waist of Lyra’s leather pants tore. The tearing of leather was quickly drowned out by the gurgling of Lyra’s belly. The distended organ was clearly livid with her from all the deep rumbles and roars coming from it, each of which was muffled only by the semi-frequent burps Lyra let loose between bites. Mia couldn’t blame it. If she’d been stuffed to the point of ruining a pair of leather pants, she’d be upset, too. 

With the pants out of the way, the swelling of Lyra’s midriff only became more apparent. The bright red line around where her pants had been slowly thinned as her skin stretched further and further. Her gut was nearly the size of Sophie’s now, but Lyra wasn’t showing any problems yet, so Mia let her keep going. As the weight of the food inside of Lyra’s belly increased, the turgid orb started to droop, yearning for the comfort of the floor. The busty woman was starting to have notable problems standing, what with her stomach siding with gravity. Still, she ate, never wavering for even a moment.

Finally, it was time. Mia noticed that her belly had not only stopped drooping, but had started to rise again. Lyra’s poor skin  just couldn’t stretch anymore, and as it grew taut, it was tugging the heavy organ inside back upwards. The final straw was when that same pink tinge Nel had appeared around her navel. “Hey, help me get her away from the feast,” Mia said to Bea. Bea nervously glanced at the food still on the table, likely wishing that Lyra could put away just a little bit more first, but did as she was instructed.

For a few seconds after Mia and Bea dragged her away from the table by her arms, Lyra struggled. It was clearly difficult to carry a stomach that was likely a foot around by now, but Lyra still managed to put up a notable fight. Girl was strong for her physique. Luckily, after those few seconds, she started to settle down. Her eyelids flickered, and the fog lifted from her pupils. She groaned in discomfort. Her knees went weak and the last two unglutted women had to hold her up lest she fall over, gut first. They gently lowered Lyra to the ground. The poor woman belched and moaned, rolling onto her side and cradling her drum-tight gut. “Hnnnnng… H-Huuurts…” were her only words.

Mia grimaced. This would be her, soon enough. Still, there was one more person between her and the stomach-ache of a lifetime. The taller woman looked over to Bea and jabbed a thumb at the table. “Ok, Bea. Your turn.”

The brunette was clearly panicking. Her eyes flicked between Nel, Sophie, and Lyra. Sweat beaded her forehead. She giggled nervously and stammered, “Wh-What about if you go first? Y-You’re a big eater! Maybe you’ll f-f-finish it all and I can be in charge of getting everyone home!”

Yeah, this seemed about right. Bea was a nice enough woman who happened to love drama, but she didn’t have the strongest backbone in the world. Mia sighed. “And if I don’t finish, you’ll either have to convince yourself to finish what’s left or find out what happens when you spurn a ghost.” Mia paused for a few seconds. Then, she asked, “Do you want me to make you eat the first few bites until the food takes over? Would that help?”

Bea shuddered. Her eyes flicked back down to Lyra again, who was still burping and gingerly hugging her gut. She glanced for a brief moment at the door to the hall, and Mia was concerned she might make a break for it. She didn’t, though. Instead, she spoke, holding her eyes tightly shut, “Y-Y-Yes, please. I-I’m not gonna be able t-to do it -m-m-myself…”

Mia nodded. She gripped Bea’s wrist with a gentle yet firm grip, and put an arm around her slender waist. She guided Bea over to the table. Then she picked up a baked yam from the plate Lyra had been working on when she’d been pulled away. Trying to be as gentle as she could, Mia moved the hand from Bea’s waist to the back of her head, gripping it, and then proceeded to cram the yam into Bea’s mouth.

Bea half-resisted the food at first, grunting and trying to move her head. Still, with each little bit of yam Mia shoved into Bea’s mouth, she could see the smaller woman’s fear fading. She started to chew, and then to swallow. Finally, after the entire yam had disappeared past her lips, the light in her eyes had been replaced by a dull fog. Bea picked up the next yam on her own and bit into it. Mia let go of Bea’s head and stepped back, heart pounding. There was still a little over two-thirds of the food left. Mia might’ve been a big eater, but that was with regular quantities of food. She had no idea how much she could fit before popping. If Bea couldn’t handle enough, Mia would be left with the potentially messy clean-up. All she could do was pray that Bea’s stomach was hardier than her nerves…

Despite the reluctant start, Bea really started to tear into the food. She ate much faster than Lyra did, usually having a new heaping mouthful of food ready to shove into her mouth before she had finished swallowing the first mouthful. It was an absurd sight to see the rail-thin Bea gorging herself on a mountain of delicious dishes. Before long, her gut started to inflate from all the food piling into it. Her white-ish camisole quickly gave way to the encroaching tide of belly, revealing an ever-growing expanse of cream-colored skin. Soon enough, that camisole wouldn’t be covering anything but her chest…

Mia made sure to keep Bea stocked up. She’d been able to take breaks with Lyra, but now the only full plates left were on the far end of the banquet table and Bea cleared plates with nearly twice the speed of Lyra. Mia was constantly walking the length of the table, grabbing new dishes to bring back to her gorging friend. It was only getting harder as she had to go further and further down the table for each plate, and as Bea seemed to be ramping her eating up to be even faster.

Amazingly, even as Bea approached Sophie’s size, her pant’s button had yet to burst. The black denim held on for dear life around the globular orb of her stomach, making it bulge over the top so harshly that there was a sheer shelf jutting straight out over the hem. Then, while reaching for a burger that was just a little too far away, the button finally gave up the ghost. It rocketed off the denim, shattering a plate in front of Bea and ricocheting off to who knows where. Bea’s gut rushed to fill the new space, looking for a moment as if Bea would be able to keep soldiering on. She cemented this idea by letting out a thunderous belch and then cramming that burger in her mouth.

However, it was clear that Bea didn’t have the capacity of Nel or Lyra. Just as she was surpassing Sophie’s size, Bea’s belly was starting to show the now unfortunately familiar signs of reaching its limit. Her skin was getting a sheen to it, and Bea’s breathing was becoming labored. Her belly was silent, but Bea was not. She grunted and belched and panted between each rabid bite, clearly struggling to continue eating and yet still unable to resist the compulsion. Then, Mia made the stark realization that Bea’s belly wasn’t swelling anymore. Even as Bea packed away more and more food, it wasn’t swelling. She was just grunting louder, panting harder, and slowly losing the ability to bend at the waist. Her now bare navel wasn’t showing the pink tinge that Mia was expecting, so she was hesitant to stop Bea just yet, but…

“Ok, ok, you’re done-” Mia said, as if Bea could hear her words. She set down the plate she’d been carrying and grabbed hold of Bea’s arms. Unlike the others, Bea did not resist. She let herself be led away from the table. The moment she swallowed the last bite of food in her mouth, her eyes completely glazed over. She went limp in Mia’s arms, the larger woman having to think fast to catch her before she fell. Mia laid her down gently on the ground, where she lay, still. She’d fallen into a food coma the moment the ghost’s hold on her was released. Mia wasn’t sure if that was more or less terrifying that the others being in pain and discomfort.

With Bea safely on the ground… it was Mia’s turn. She picked up the plate she’d been carrying and brought it back to the other end of the table, where the rest of the food was waiting for her. She swallowed hard. There was about a quarter of the food left, maybe a little less. Mia’s stomach rumbled, clearly not understanding what Mia was about to subject it to. She really hoped she’d be able to fit all of this. All of their lives may very well depend on it. Well… time to start.

Knowing that this could be her last voluntary action, Mia started with a large platter of fruit. She didn’t see how fruit could be made to taste better than it should… and yet, it did. Mia bit into an apple and was entranced by just how incredible it was. Supremely juicy, perfectly sweet, satisfyingly crisp, and amazingly tasty! Mia couldn’t stop herself from taking a second bite, then a third, and before she knew it, she was eating the core too. Now she could see why the others were so happy to stuff themselves! Mia couldn’t believe she’d let them eat so much of the feast before her! What a waste!

Making up for lost time, Mia devoured the platter of nature’s candies in record time. She licked her fingers clean of plum juice as she sized up her next meal. That rack of ribs looked absolutely divine! She reached for it and was delighted to find that it’d been pre-cut, so all she needed to do was grab a bone and strip it. That’s exactly what she did, too. Savoring every last moment she was tasting that tangy barbecue sauce and that melt-in-your-mouth meat, she stripped a dozen bones of their flesh. Before she’d even tossed aside the last bone, she was already eyeing a bowl of chicken salad.

Dish after dish, Mia just couldn't stop eating! How could she, when each bite she took was better than the last? She wished this banquet could go on FOREVER! Sure, her pants were starting to get a little tight, and she had long since stopped being hungry, but what did that matter? She never gained weight anyways, so she could eat whatever she wanted! Bring on the pork chops, the steaks, the potato salad, the stir-fry! Whatever food there was, Mia wanted it! She wanted it ALL!

After a while, Mia started to run into some issues. She was finding it harder and harder to reach across the table for more food. Her belly kept bumping into the table, and she was a little short of breath. Her stomach was starting to hurt a little, too. Still, that spaghetti over there just looked so good! And so did that pizza! Mia considered unbuttoning her pants to give her belly a little more room, but the time she wasted doing that was time she wasn’t eating. She could stand a little pain in the name of tasty eats!

That old problem resolved itself shortly, anyways. While slurping down the last of the spaghetti, a loud PING, a distant dink, and an overwhelming sensation of relief let Mia know that her jeans had finally given up. Perfect! Her belly was still feeling a little achey, but that was fine! She had so much more room to fit food now! She could keep going for a lot longer now~.

Still, before long, her problems began to worsen. The pain in Mia’s belly started to worsen, making her grunt and seek relief in any way she could (that didn’t involve not eating). This was usually through getting out burps in between bites or by gently massaging her taut middle, encouraging it to let Mia taste just a little more of this heavenly feast. It was getting even harder to reach food as well, with her swollen gut keeping her further and further away from her next meals. Walking to new parts of the table was hard as well, as her legs were starting to struggle to keep her upright. She had to waddle to reach new dishes to devour, ignoring the protests of her gut and knees. 

The aching of her belly started to ramp up, becoming almost as present in Mia’s mind as the need to stuff herself was. Little burps and tender rubs weren’t soothing her anymore. A little voice in her head told her that the pain would go away if she just kept eating, which sounded like a smart idea, so that’s what she did. A bowl of fruit salad went down and Mia winced. A heaping portion of spare ribs were stripped and Mia whined. Half a watermelon was horfed and Mia struggled to fill her lungs. With each bite, Mia just kept repeating to herself. One more plate… Just one more plate, and I’m done… Just one more plate… Just oooooone more…

Then… there were no more plates. Mia’s hands and mouth were empty of food for the first time in too long. She panicked. She looked up and down the banquet table, desperate for more food, but there was none. Every bone was stripped bare, every plate licked clean, every bowl tipped out. There was no more food for Mia to enjoy. The feast was over. It was all over.

For a brief moment, Mia felt like crying. Then she felt like dying. The sheer weight of the food she’d crammed into herself hit Mia like a ton of bricks. She nearly collapsed, barely managing to keep herself upright by propping herself up on the table. She lowered herself to her knees, wincing and groaning. Ooooooh, her poor belly… it hurt so baaaaaad…

Mia slowly herself around until her back was to one of the banquet table’s sturdy legs. She leaned against it, then took stock of just what she’d done to herself. She was HUGE. She was definitely larger than any of the other girls, her gut probably about a foot and a quarter rounder than usual. Filled up her lap and just barely stopped before her knees. She’d lost both her boots and pants and some point- no idea how that had happened. The wooden floor was cold on her pantied butt, but her radiator of a gut kept her sweating. The loose blouse she was wearing was still trying in vain to cover her gut, draped over the upper fifth of the dome like a table cloth, but her well-fitting undershirt had completely given up, turning itself into a second bra.

The weight of the food on Mia’s lap was overwhelming, but more than that, the pressure was ruining her. Mia held her belly with her hands, willing her skin to stay intact. There was not a single bit of give left in her belly. She was so incredibly taut that her fingers made streaking sounds as they massaged. She felt so ready to burst that she was sure that if she’d had to eat one singular more bite, she would’ve popped. A single mouthful of food was all that separated Mia from heaven… guuuuuuuh, t-too full…

Vaguely, through her stuffed haze, Mia recognized that a voice was speaking in her head. Her eyes focused for long enough to see a face made of rib bones hovering in front of her, grinning. She couldn’t begin to process what it was saying, though. She just stared at it, barely conscious and in a great deal of pain. All she could do was sit there in a fugue state, watching the ghost monologue to basically itself. Then, just as soon as it started talking, it stopped. The bones clattered to the ground, and… there was silence.

Ok, not true silence. Even from the other end of the room, Mia could still hear the other ladies and their stuffed plights. Nel was burping in her sleep, Sophie was groaning, and Lyra’s gut was rumbling fiercely enough to contest both of the other noises for volume. Mia could only really see Bea from where she was pinned by her belly, but nothing much seemed to have changed with her. She was still comatose on the floor, with the only sign of life being the rapid rising and falling of her chest.

They were all in awful states, stuffed to their limits and trapped in this haunted manor, but… for the time at least… they were ok. They were safe and in one piece, each and every one of them. Mia sighed in relief. Then she started to feel the weight of sleep descending on her. It was hard to believe that she could get tired when her stomach was cramping this much, but food comas were very seriously real.

Mia’s eyes blinked several times, half-fighting the oncoming sleep and half welcoming the escape from the belly aches. Mia shut her eyes one final time and, finally… drifted off to sleep.