Lauren's Endless Gorge

500lbs and lovining it gain

Chapter #1
Dinner demolition, Lauren style

"She is never late. Lauren never misses food" Monique spoke with a mix of concern and irritation.

"I hope Coach didn't chew her out" Mia squeaked back.

"Pffft, Knight may be fat, but trust me. If anyone is chewing someone out it's our girl Lauren" Hester joked. Lauren's size was certainly not something that had gone un-noticed by the three schemers.

Suddenly, the cafeteria table began to wobble. Rumbling to the beat of a steady plodding set of footsteps. Boom. Boom. Boom. As the tubby trio turned, they caught site of member no.4. Lauren was trudging along in an extreme waddle, each leg was bowed out to the side, slow methodical steps being taken, and her hands cradling her gut like a child.

Pulling up a pair of chairs for their friend, the three stared waiting for an explanation as to what happened to her. Not only were they curious about what Coach Knight wanted to speak to her about, but they were curious as to how on earth Lauren was even more stuffed than when she had left their dorm.

"Come on girl, what's deal?" Monique asked as she gently rubbed her monstrously huge friend's back as they guided her overfed rump into the seats.

"*Uuurp* Food...first...Then...talk" the words were slightly slurred as Lauren responded without even a glance sideways. Nobody argued, when Lauren wanted food she needed food. Monique, Hester and Mia dashed to the food services to gather supplies, all the while Lauren licked her lips, hands feverishly stroking her monumental flanks.

The first tray of food was down for no more than a second before Lauren's arms whirred into motion, greedily grabbing everything that she could fit into her pudgy palms, cutlery be dammed. Grunting and snorting ensued as the near quarter-of-a-ton student crammed everything she was brought into her face, it was as if her feast of protein pars and weight gain supplements at Coach Knight's office never happened. Pastries disappeared behind her pink lips, platters vanished under her grasp and an entire banquet vanished like it was nothing.

"Oooooph, that was heaven" Lauren gasped as she leaned her multi-chinned head back, hands rubbing the apex of her dome-like stomach. Her belly had started to take on a pinkish hue near her black hole of a bellybutton.

"So? Spill! We are all ears" Hester was almost face to blobby face with Lauren as she pestered her for answers.

"Hold on a sec, Hurrrrngh" Lauren adjusted her position slightly, one more preferable to someone digesting such a feast. "Knight is on to what's going on" gasps abound as Lauren stunned them with her revaluation. "But. She does not suspect it's us, not 100% anyway. She knows someone is slipping her stuff to make her fat, and as punishment for me not telling who, I have to eat everything that comes her way" this was a downright lie, Ashley Knight knew exactly who was responsible for her recent increase in girth.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry, I never should have suggested the idea" Mia was almost in tears as she apologized, "We will have to stop giving her it at once!".

"No!" Lauren interjected. "If you do that *huff* she will know it is us. Think about it, she makes me do this. Then the supply suddenly stops. That will make you guys guilty in her eyes. And I wont have my best friends expelled! I will bite the bullet, I will eat whatever you send her way, until she loses interest"

"Oh my god! You are the best" Mia was teary-eyed again as she embraced her massive buddy in a hug (or at least, what she could reach of her).

"But what about you Lauren? If you eat this, you will get huge!" Hester protested.

"Ummm, hello. I already am huge?" Lauren rolled her eyes at Hester as she slammed a hand onto the side of her ball of a stomach, the dull thud echoing around the hall.

"Well, it certainly sounds better than us all getting expelled. But we cannot thank you enough Lauren, this is a massive burden to bear"

"Hmmm, you could thank me with a bit of dessert" Lauren's face broke into a huge grin as she suggested the idea. Her friend's looked at each other nervously, Lauren already looked fit to burst, but who were they to deny the demands of someone who had just saved all their asses. Lugging their blubbery bodies upright, the three co-conspirators made their way back to the food-stuffs.

Once again placing trays before the titan, Lauren dived head-first into the food. As a whole cheesecake was set in front of her, Lauren grasped fistfuls of the dessert, icing oozing between her fingers as she stuffed it into her gaping mouth. A slice of pie was crammed into her mouth, her cheeks bulging further with their payload. Lauren scooped up a heap of brownies, crushing all of them between her now food-stained lips.

"Mmmmph mmph", as the spectacle wore on, Lauren's gut started to press into the table, causing her to emit pained moans. Working as a team, Hester and Monique turned the table diagonally, allowing Lauren to use one hand to grasp food, and the other to sooth her stomach.

On the inside, Lauren was ecstatic. Not just from the cavalcade of tastes and sensation of the different foodstuffs, but also from the sheer looks on her comrades faces. They had obviously thought she was finished, well, Lauren and her big bombastic gut were proving them wrong! Her ego spurring her on, Lauren grabbed a slice of uber-rich triple chocolate fudge cake and forced it between her lips. Its decadence was magnificent, so rich, so soft, so hers! It slipped down her gullet and hit her overstuffed tank with a heavy thud.

Lauren was beyond stuffed, she could almost feel each new foodstuff hitting her stomach sooner than the last as she marched diligently onward. it was hers, only her stomach could contain so much food, only her stomach was strong enough, only she had the willpower to satiate such a massive appetite even when her belly felt like it could contain no more.

The line between Lauren's outrageous stomach's demands and the stimulants was becoming blurred. It was unknown if she would naturally have reached this state, or if the stimulants were turning her into something more.

Then, as she seemed to reach a crescendo of feverish eating, Lauren stopped. Her sticky hands pressed gingerly into her exposed belly as her head lolled forwards before uttering a mighty....

"*BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRR* Whooo *puff* that was *pant* a good one. I think I am *gasp* full. Great show *gasp* girls"

As the windows finished rattling, the tubby trio stared slack-jawed at their blonde buddy. Her stomach was sagging towards the floor, its massive turgid form containing so much food that girls several tables away could hear its burbling and gurgling as it tried to furiously digest its payload. Sticky chocolate handprints marred its bring burning pink surface as it's owner tried to get her breath back.

Lauren rested her hands on her flabby knees as she tried to heft herself into standing, but with all her grunting and puffing, it was to no avail.

"I think I will rest here, just for a minute" Lauren's voice was nearly drowned out by her belly's digestion as she grimaced at everyone who had turned to watch her spectacle. She barely had the strength left to push her glasses up the sweaty bridge of her nose, but it was worth it. Her face was beaming with pride, her stomach swollen with food and her ego.

Chapter #2
Massive Montage of Gluttony

Things couldn't have gone better for Lauren if she had planned it herself. Well, she DID plan it out, but rarely did her plans succeed so completey, so fully, and so beyond her wildest dreams. She had manipulated her stupid coach into feeding her as much as she could handle, she had manipulated her friends into basically paying for it, and she had manipulated them into gratefully insisting on feeding her MORE for her trouble! It was almost a full-time job, stuffing her stomach, but Lauren absolutely loved it. Food just mounded around her and there was no end to it. It almost seemed that with each passing day it took longer and longer for Lauren to haul her poor overglutted body the short distance from classes to the dining hall to her room, but each of those places had now turned into opportunities and feasts all their own. The more she ate, the more her ego blossomed. She had become immensely vain regarding her gluttony, and her stomach's ability to handle anything she stuffed into it, and much to the weariness of her roomies, could easily be convinced to "show off." Her greed, and the appetite stimulants, had truly turned her into a gleeful, gluttonous eating machine.

And so Lauren ate...and ate...and ate:

She overate at Ashley's, every day plopping her wobbling ass on the floor at the door of her closet and bulldozing through everything Ashley brought her. Lauren had even convinced her friends to up the deliveries to their dear coach, cunningly yet again agreeing to "sacrifice" her figure for their continued anonymity. massive bags of chips, protein bars, cakes, "fitness" shakes all disappeared into her massive, greedy form. Lauren glutted with such ferocity that even Coach Knight was taken aback...

"uuUUURRRP...mmkayy I'm done here...HIC...is that all there is?" Lauren conceitedly patted her gut and looked up at Ashley expectantly.

"Wh..what? you're done already? I suppose we can start on tomorrow...but...how??" Ashley sputtered. She had accepted Lauren was massively greedy and massively fat, and it disgusted her, but her ebullience increasingly put her one off. Not that she was really complaining, she had levelled off her weight-gain, and with any luck would drop a few pounds.

"Ya, like it...HIC...it wasn't THAT much...URP...come on, admit it, I do good work...HIC" Lauren snickered smugly.

"Ok fine, yes. But this isn't supposed to be EASY for you, you know." Ashley retorted crossly "you have a JOB to do."

Lauren scoffed, "That's not MY fault...HIC...geez. Make it harder for me. I'm always up for a...URP...challenge." She grinned cheesily and gave her swollen gut a few happy slaps.

"hmmmpphhhh" Ashley was NOT happy with her mammoth student's sass, and Knight was nothing if not vindictive. If anything she'd make Lauren "eat" those words...

Lauren left the office barely under her own power, moaning in overstuffed pain but nevertheless beaming with interior pride.

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She overate at the dining hall. Three times a day. Here was where her binging took on even greater ferocity, for here was where her acolytes practically waited on her hand and foot. Here was also where anyone in the school could walk in and watch spellbound at her virtuosic performances of gluttony. Here in the dining hall did Lauren perform like an actor on the stage. Here, with her friends gratefully taking care of most everything, Lauren only had to focus all her energies on eating as much as she possibly could and cramming as much as possible into her stomach, a job that Wendy took to like a fish to water. Lauren successfully strove to replicate that first dinner feast, and relished the repeated stupefaction of others, and the woozy punch-drunk feeling she got after a good over-feeding.

Choking down massive bite after massive bite, Lauren was so eager to stuff as much as she could into her bottomless pit, that half the time she didn’t bother chewing before forcing in another giant mouthful. Her cheeks were nearly always bulging to their maximum capacity, and quite a few times per meal, her gluttony and greed drove her to nearly choke in her effort to cram as much as humanly possible into her mouth for increasingly heavy, rich swallows. Obviously, Lauren was in euphoric paradise. Surrounded by such gigantic amounts of rich gluttings all to her own and all the time in the world, at least in the dining hall, she utterly lost herself in the joys of feasting, despite her invariably superswollen state, inevitably caused by the mountain of food that already sat heavily in her giant stomach.

"Hey...Lauren, you finished yet? We don't want you blowing like a megaton bomb you know. I think Polluck might not like that stain on the school's reputation." Hester remarked a little nervously.

"Whutt? HICCCCC...no wayyy...URP. I still got...HicURRP...plenty room. Can't you see?" Lauren meaningfully snickered and pressed lightly onto the top of her gut, her gluttony bubbling sluggishly, and the pressure jostling another hiccup from her churning vat of a gut. "HIC...Say can ya bring some more of those eclairs...hell just bring the whole tray. 'M sure Polluck won't mind...HICC."

"But Laur'...that's like, a huge amount. You can't possibly think..." Mia squeaked, grateful but nevertheless legitimately concerned about the structural integrity of Lauren's capacious gut.

"I can think, and I will! Just watch and believe!" Lauren snickered and rubbed her exposed flanks lovingly. Sighing with hopeless frustration, Monique shrugged and did as her bloated friend said.

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Of course, Lauren didn't stop eating when spending time lounging at the suite. There's where her couch was, and that's where she could be most comfortable. Though the dining hall was her stage, her couch was like her dressing room, where she relaxed after long performances, and practiced her art. She couldn't eat with the same intensity as elsewhere, but that didn't stop Lauren from using Daddy's Money to have lots and lots of takeout of ALL varieties delivered right to her hungry belly. She was always at least a little hungry now. Even when her body emphatically and sternly said "no" and physically prevented her from eating another bite, she earnestly wished she could.

Tonight, she reclined luxuriantly on her groaning couch, one hand limply plopped into a pizza box, the other grabbing handfulls of candy. Sure she had put on one hell of a showstopper at dinner, it was a Saturday after all, and she had the most audience, but that had never stopped her from feasting before, and it sure as hell wouldn't now. She was utterly punch-drunk, high off gluttony, sugar, and pride. Giggling, she stuffed a slice of pizza into her mouth with both hands and moaned at the delicious greasy flavor, ignoring the massive bubbling of her gut, begging her to stop. Lauren had reached "the zone" at the dining hall, and would not stop until the effect wore off.

her hand scratched the grease-soaked cardboard of her pizza box. grunting in frustration, Lauren drained the rest of the candy and used her hands to gently massage her gargantuan swell, stopping only when she heard her friends come back with the latest haul of takeout. Unsteadily belching, she squinted toward the new feast they bore and giggled greedily: "hay guysss...URRRRPP...whatcha got there?"

Chapter #3
Lauren's belly is no quitter!

"Uh, we don't have anything for you Lauren" Mia stammered, pressing her fingers against each other.

"Yeah, we kind wanted to talk to you about something" Monique added, hand on generous hip.

"It's about all....this" Hester added, waving her hand around in a circle, "We know you have been eating the tainted food for us, and we are really grateful. But your bingeing, well it has us worried" at this Lauren raised an eyebrow.

"Worried? Ooooh I get it, you think I can't handle all that food AND eat anything I want? Well, I will show you" on ending her sentence, the rather miffed Lauren took her sugar-coated right hand, sucked it clean of any and all detritus and wiped her saliva off on one side of her exposed belly. She then reached into the back of her sweatpants and produced her phone, (how she could fit her device into that pocket and yet had had to stuff herself so tightly into those same garments that the seams were audibly popping as she moved, was a mystery) tapping away with her pudgy thumb, Lauren put it to her ear, swishing her blonde locks out the way.

"Hiii, is that Cho's House of Eats?....It's Lauren, Lauren Grant, hey you remember me! Listen, can I get the usual please, actually. Double it!......Oh don't worry, I think I can handle it.......Well, I am a growing girl.....Ooooh you are so sweet, thank's see ya!" and with that, Lauren cut the call and with a flourish, slipped it back into her pocket.

"What was that" Monique queried, lazily pointing at the vast expanse of Lauren's backside.

"That, was a snack" Lauren was loving it, they thought she couldn't handle her food? This was going to show them, "In fact, I am soooo hungry these days I could probably eat my own weight in food each morning" Lauren leaned back, placing her hands behind her head, showing off her pillow-sized upper arms.

"Your own weight in food? Do you have any idea what you even weigh? I don't think anyone could eat your weight in food" Hester was getting rather annoyed now, getting really close to jabbing Lauren's expanse with her finger.

"Oh? Ok then, let's see how feasible it is then?" Lauren started heaving and rolling her obese body, back and forth she went, trying to get some forward momentum. Finally, with an almighty groan, and help from Mia, Lauren was upright. Waddling her tree-trunk legs with an extra kick in her step, she headed for their communal bathroom, as Lauren barged the door open, a little nick on both of her hips tried to warn her how dangerously close she was to being stuck in even Buttercombes generous idea for door sizes.

Planting one heavy, fattened foot at a time on the scales Lauren looked back and forth at her friends. What? She wasn't expected to be able to actually see the results past her magnificent domed gut? As the old scales whirred into motion, Mia (the shortest of the group) got on her hands and knees, her head bumping the bottom of Lauren's gut as she tried to get a reading.

"It...it says 501 pounds" Mia uttered with a gasp.

"HAHA" Lauren simply let out a booming laugh. "I bet some of that is simply dinner!" patting her gut to emphasize her point. As Hester tried to make a counter-point....*knock knock knock*. "Ahhh, that must be for me" Lauren beamed as she strode off towards their door.

"Uh....you guys having a party" the overloaded delivery girl stuttered, as she gazed at her titanic customer, trying to avoid risking losing her tip by pointing out her size.

"Honey, I am the party" Lauren smirked as she pushed her glasses up her nose, handed the girl an extra $20 in exchange for the mountain of goods and hip-checked the door shut. Dropping her treats onto the coffee-table and setting her massive rump down back onto the couch with a mighty *Oooooph*, all that standing had worked her appetite back up again.

As Hester, Mia and Monique made their way back into the living room, they were already greeted by the rustling sounds of Lauren removing the paper bags and throwing the chopsticks into the corner of the room with a terse remark about them *slowing her down*.

Lauren started her feast by grabbing a massive amount of Sesame Chicken and using both hands, rhythmically stuffed it into her mouth, her flabby face bouncing up and down with the motion. Several plates of Peppered Steak suffered a similar fate, disappearing into the bowels of Lauren's gut. Using her fist to grasp a almost inhuman amount of noodles, Lauren mashed her hand into her mouth as she slurped and sucked until the last slippery string vanished like a shot. Lauren almost throw a whole bag of Fried Wontons into her mouth, barely stopping to chew. As the spectacle wore on, Lauren's gut started to take on the now familiar pink tinge, it started at the navel then grew and grew as it expanded over her torso, enveloping her largest extremity.

Her friends hopes were raised as she seemed to stop, but this was only a minor delay as the spiciness of some General Tso's Chicken caught her off guard, causing her to hiccup, her massive body jiggling wildly.

A whole bowl of egg-fried rice was dumped into Lauren as she tilted her head back, revealing her white top, now stained with sauce and rolled up underneath her chest, it simply could not cover any of her belly and was forced to work as a makeshift bra. Crunching filed everyone's ears as Lauren dove into a pile of Crab Rangoon with full force, only coming up for air as she finished, licking her lips with relish. She munched and chewed, slurped and guzzled, scarfed and masticated as she ate like a woman possessed.

With a mighty gasp for breath, Lauren placed her sauce-stained hands on her knees, steadying herself as she finally finished. Her face and gut were beet-red, her body had run out of energy to move her arms to feed her and her clothes had slid of her slick belly as its size outpaced them. She had conquered her meal.

"Told *huff* you *puff* I *gasp* could *hiccup* do it *wheeze*" Lauren fell back onto the couch, eyes rolled into the back of her skull as she tried to catch her breath, her mammoth breasts rising and falling like a sleeping elephant's side.

"But...why?" Hester accosted, dumbfounded at the scene she had just witnessed.

"Cos...I...wanted to *hiccup*" and with that, Lauren hiccuped herself into a dozy half-sleep. Allowing her barrel-sized belly to comprehend what it had to digest.

"I guess if she wants to, we can't stop her. Hell, at least she is taking a bullet for us" Monique shrugged, part trying to console Hester. "If Lauren wants to turn herself into a whale, we can't tell her not too".

Chapter #4
The Swelling Desire

Lauren’s insatiable hunger had crossed a new threshold. It was no longer just about eating to impress or eating to satisfy her friends; it had become a consuming force that took up every waking moment of her life. As the days passed, she grew more and more obsessed with the idea of being bigger, of stretching herself beyond anything she had ever imagined before. She had become so used to the sensation of her belly reaching the floor, her own weight pinning her down that it no longer seemed like a burden. No, it was something to be relished, something she was proud of.

Her stomach was a living testament to her desire—bulging, sagging, and always pressing against the floor whenever she sat down. It wasn’t just a belly anymore; it was the belly, a monumental force that demanded attention and respect. And Lauren loved it. She had been stuffing herself for months now, but the thrill of growing even bigger had started to gnaw at her mind. She could see it in the reflective windows of the dining hall as she waddled past, her belly now almost as wide as she was tall. She saw the stares, the shocked faces, the way people whispered in the halls. And she felt nothing but glee.

Her friends, while still in awe of her gluttony, were starting to notice the changes. At first, it was a bit of fun, a game, a joke that Lauren played to perfection. But now? It had turned into a full-blown obsession.

Lauren hadn’t let the weight gain slow her down—not in the slightest. If anything, it had given her a purpose. Each meal, each massive plate of food that she devoured with reckless abandon, felt like a personal victory. Her belly had become her pride and joy. The bigger she got, the more powerful she felt, and the more she wanted.

Her friends, Mia, Monique, and Hester, often caught each other looking at Lauren with a mix of concern and disbelief. Hester had been the most vocal about it, at first, urging Lauren to slow down, but those days were fading. Monique had grown used to seeing Lauren eat more than most people could dream of in a day, and Mia? Well, Mia had become the most apologetic of them all, wringing her hands with guilt whenever she handed Lauren yet another tray of food.

But it was hard for them to stop, hard for them to even suggest stopping. After all, Lauren had taken on the role of the heroic martyr, eating her way through Coach Knight’s bizarre orders to save them from expulsion. She was their hero, their giant, unstoppable force of nature.

One evening, as the group gathered in their suite after another exhausting round of meals, Lauren stretched lazily on the couch, her massive belly rumbling in protest. She glanced at her friends, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips as she ran a hand over the smooth, swollen surface of her stomach. The feeling of it, the roundness, the heat—it made her body sing with satisfaction. She was beyond full, but it was the perfect time to entertain the thought that had been growing inside her for days.

“Y’know...” Lauren’s voice was soft, but her eyes gleamed with that trademark hunger.

Monique raised an eyebrow. “What now, Lauren?”

“I was thinking...” Lauren grinned wide, “What if I get even bigger?”

Mia, who had been absentmindedly flipping through her phone, looked up, her eyes wide. “Bigger? Like, how much bigger?”

Lauren’s grin only widened. “Bigger than ever. I mean, look at me. I’m a masterpiece of gluttony. But what if I could get so big that I don’t even fit in this room? What if I was a giant?”

Hester’s face twitched with concern. “Lauren... that’s insane. Your belly’s already on the floor. You can’t—”

But Lauren held up a hand, silencing her friend. “Why not? I’m just getting started. I feel like I could eat forever.” She rested her palm against her gut, which, despite the prodigious size, still had room to stretch. She could feel the hunger starting to crawl back into her veins, urging her to keep eating, keep growing. She could practically hear the strain of her clothes, feel the seams begging for mercy. But that only made her want it more.

Mia spoke up, hesitantly. “But... don’t you think you’re pushing it? What if you can’t stop?”

Lauren’s eyes flickered with excitement. “I don’t want to stop.” She gave a loud, satisfied burp, then patted her belly. “I want to get bigger. What’s the point of all this if I don’t go all the way?”

Hester sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We all warned you about how this would go. But you’ve been eating like a... a machine for months now, Lauren.”

Lauren let out a deep, contented sigh, her hands rubbing up and down the sides of her stomach. “Yeah... I’m a machine. I need to get bigger. To really test what my body can handle.”

Monique, never one to back down from a challenge, looked at Lauren with a smirk. “You’ve certainly proved you can eat more than anyone else. I’d love to see you try for something even more ridiculous.”

Lauren’s eyes sparkled. “You think I can’t?”

“I think you could,” Monique said with a shrug. “But you’ll be living in that belly for the rest of your life, you know. I mean, how far are you willing to go?”

Lauren leaned forward on the couch, her round belly pressing against the edge of the table. She smiled and said, “As far as it takes. I’m going to be the biggest person anyone has ever seen. And I’m going to eat until I can’t fit in this room anymore.”

The words were spoken with the type of certainty that only someone truly consumed by their desire could have. She wasn’t just talking about food anymore. She wasn’t just talking about growing bigger—she was talking about becoming something entirely new, something beyond anything she had ever dreamed of.

Her friends exchanged worried glances, but none of them spoke. After all, who were they to stop her? She had become something different, and at this point, it felt like nothing could slow her down.

As the night wore on, Lauren's desire to become even larger settled deep into her bones, pulling her toward an inevitable goal: to outgrow the very space she occupied. She didn’t know how she would get there yet, but with each meal, with each bite, she knew she was getting closer to something bigger—something she could control. Something that no one could stop.

And so, as her stomach settled deeper into the floor, Lauren’s thoughts spiraled into her next challenge: how much bigger could she truly get?


Chapter #4: The Feast of a Lifetime

The sun had barely risen over the campus, and the air still had that early-morning chill when Lauren stumbled out of bed with a grin stretched across her round face. She was already plotting her day, and it had one clear objective: defeat her belly.

"Today’s the day," Lauren whispered to herself, a determined gleam in her eyes as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She knew she had become something of a legend, not just on campus, but in the dining hall, where her performances were almost folklore at this point. But now, it was time to take it to the next level. She could feel it—her belly had been trained, stretched, and pampered enough. Now, it was time for the ultimate test.

Lauren’s stomach, the true star of this operation, was already awake, gurgling in anticipation as she rubbed it lovingly. It had always been her loyal partner, a bottomless pit that seemed to grow with every passing day. And today, she would challenge it to its fullest.

In the living room, Monique, Hester, and Mia were gathered, clearly already in on the plan. They had agreed to close the dining hall down for just one person: Lauren. This wasn’t just any meal, it was the meal. The staff had been informed in advance, and they were prepared for the epic, gluttonous ordeal that was about to unfold.

"I can't believe we’re actually doing this," Monique said, wringing her hands together nervously. "But… I guess if anyone can do it, it’s you."

Lauren let out a deep, confident chuckle. She placed her hands on her hips and did a little shimmy, which made her enormous gut sway side to side like a pendulum. "Oh, I’ll do more than handle it, Monique. I will be the one doing the challenging." She was practically glowing with the confidence of a champion about to face her greatest opponent.

The group made their way to the dining hall, which was eerily quiet without the usual bustle of students. The lights flickered overhead as Lauren waddled through the doors, the only sound being the heavy plodding of her feet against the linoleum floor. Behind her, Mia, Hester, and Monique followed, their faces a mix of awe and concern.

"Alright," Lauren said as she turned to face her friends. "You three are in charge of making sure I don't die of boredom between meals. And when I say 'boredom,' I mean any temptation to stop eating." She paused, looking at her overstuffed body, which had more than doubled in size over the past few months. "You know the drill. I’m going all in today."

The staff began bringing out trays of food—massive piles of everything Lauren had come to adore. Burgers the size of a small tire, mountains of fries that could feed an army, piles of pasta that could fill a swimming pool. Dessert was already being prepped, and Lauren’s mouth watered just thinking about it.

She took a seat at her usual corner table, which had been specially cleared for the occasion, and rubbed her belly as she prepared herself. “Alright, let’s do this.” She leaned forward, already plucking a hamburger from the first tray and shoving it into her mouth, not bothering to even chew before going for another. Her friends could only watch, slack-jawed, as the belly she had been cultivating for months began to bulge even further, starting to take up more and more space at the table. The first few bites were slow, methodical, but it didn’t take long before Lauren was in full beast mode, swallowing one massive bite after another.

“Go, Lauren, go!” Mia cheered from the sidelines, her hands clapping rhythmically as she encouraged her friend.

Hester and Monique exchanged nervous glances. They had never seen Lauren this determined. They had been there when she devoured entire cakes, gallons of milkshakes, and monstrous platters of food, but this? This was something new. They could see the utter joy on her face as her belly pressed against the table, its size nearly making her look like she was wearing a beanbag chair around her midsection. She was pushing herself, and yet she enjoyed it. The more she ate, the more she wanted to eat. It was a cycle that couldn’t be stopped.

Trays kept coming—first the burgers, then the fries, then piles of cheesy pasta that could have easily fed the entire campus. Lauren was unstoppable, barely pausing to wipe the crumbs from her lips as she shoveled food in by the fistful. Her stomach rumbled, gurgling ominously as she continued to work her way through course after course.

“You know,” Hester said with a slight tremor in her voice, “if she keeps going like this, she’ll actually have to start lying down to finish.” Her eyes widened as she watched Lauren’s belly stretch even further. The skin was taut, a pinkish hue spreading over her swollen midsection. There was no mistaking it—her friend was reaching new, uncharted territory.

“I can do this!” Lauren said between bites, as though she were reassuring herself. She patted her stomach with both hands, causing it to jiggle. It was a feat of both engineering and willpower—the way her body could take so much, stretch so wide, and still crave more. She could feel the pull, the hunger in her gut, like a monster that wanted to consume everything in sight.

But just as the next round of food came out—plates of creamy mac and cheese, glistening ribs coated in rich sauce—Lauren’s stomach let out a loud, agonizing groan.

“Urrrrp! Okay… okay, that’s new,” she huffed, her breath coming out in short bursts as her chest heaved. Her belly had swollen so large that it was now resting on her thighs, its mass almost touching the floor beneath her. She could barely see past the massive wall of her stomach, but she didn’t care. She was in it now. No turning back.

“You okay, Lauren?” Monique asked, her voice full of concern.

“Of course I’m okay,” Lauren answered confidently, though she was sweating slightly now, the strain showing on her face. “I’m just getting started. Watch this.” She leaned back, taking a deep breath as she gripped her stomach with both hands. “Come on, belly. You’ve got this. We’ve got this.”

With a forceful grunt, she grabbed another burger, stuffing it in, chewing it halfway before gulping it down. It was almost like a performance now—her body a well-oiled machine that could devour food with the precision of a champion. The room was silent except for the sounds of chewing, the occasional burp, and the relentless rumbling of her stomach.

The hours passed, each new plate of food added to her towering gut. Dessert was no exception—giant sundaes topped with whipped cream, whole apple pies, and multiple slices of chocolate cake appeared, and Lauren devoured them with the same enthusiasm. Her friends’ eyes were wide in disbelief, unsure how much longer she could go on.

By the time the sun started setting, Lauren’s body was a monumental mass. She had consumed everything the kitchen could throw at her, and the dining hall was eerily quiet as the staff watched, astonished by her sheer appetite and the size of her stomach.

Lauren lay back in her chair, utterly stuffed but grinning from ear to ear. Her belly now reached the floor, its size and weight pushing her further into the seat. The waistband of her pants had long since given up the fight, stretched beyond recognition as her stomach sat in a bloated heap of pure indulgence.

“Well, that was amazing,” Lauren sighed contentedly, rubbing her belly in satisfaction. “I told you I could do it. My stomach is unbeatable.”

Her friends exchanged glances, part amazed and part concerned, as they helped her back to her feet. Lauren was breathing heavily, her body full to the brim with food, yet she wore an expression of utter pride.

“Alright, alright. Enough with the congratulations,” Lauren said, holding up a hand to stop their praise. “Let’s just get me a bed. I need a nap.” With that, she slumped against them, her body dragging with the weight of a day’s worth of feasting.

“Tomorrow,” she mumbled, “we’ll do it again.”

And so, with her belly touching the floor and her pride at an all-time high, Lauren’s gluttony had reached new heights. And, much to her friends’ shock and disbelief, she was nowhere near ready to stop.


Chapter #5: The Midnight Feast

The lights in the dining hall flickered off, and the last of the staff waved their goodbyes, satisfied with the day's work. Outside, the cool night air crept into the still-quiet building as the cleaning crew went about their business, oblivious to the secret that was about to unfold.

Lauren lay sprawled on her back, pretending to sleep as the last few footsteps echoed away. Her friends had long since left, leaving her alone in the cavernous space, her immense stomach pressing heavily into the chair beneath her. She was stuffed, bloated, her body a testament to the feast she had just completed. But there was one thing she hadn't gotten enough of: dessert.

She had barely touched the huge array of sweets they’d brought out for her, her stomach already stretched to its limits by the mountain of burgers, fries, pasta, and pies. But in the silence of the empty dining hall, surrounded by nothing but the echoes of her own heavy breathing, the craving hit her again.

She rubbed her belly, feeling it shift beneath her fingers. It was still so full, but there was a hunger that gnawed at the back of her mind. Dessert. Just one more round. One last indulgence to truly push her to her limits. She could almost hear the call of the sweet, creamy confections in the dessert coolers at the back of the room.

Her fingers twitched as she feigned sleep, listening to the hum of the refrigerators behind her. No one was around, the doors securely closed, the hall empty...

But Lauren wasn’t about to let that stop her.

A wicked grin tugged at the corners of her lips. Who needs sleep when there are desserts to be had?

With a slow, deliberate motion, she sat up, her massive belly wobbling slightly with the shift in position. She was exhausted, sure, but the promise of sugar—rich, creamy, and utterly sinful—was enough to rouse her from her half-slumber. Lauren took a deep breath, slowly rising to her feet, her weight pushing down into the ground as if every step took effort. Her body was huge now, the space between her thighs nearly nonexistent as her gut hung out in front of her, jiggling slightly with each movement.

She waddled toward the back of the hall, her heavy breathing the only sound breaking the stillness. The dessert coolers sat in a line, their glass doors reflecting the dim overhead lights. Behind them were rows of cakes, pies, parfaits, and bowls of ice cream stacked high, all begging to be devoured.

Lauren hesitated for a moment, eyeing the coolers. The tiny bit of rationality left in her mind whispered that she should stop—she was already beyond full, pushing the limits of what her body could handle. But the craving for more was undeniable, more powerful than any warning sign her body might send.

“Just one more,” she whispered to herself, barely able to form a coherent thought. “One more dessert... and then I’ll stop. I promise.”

With a deep sigh, she opened the first cooler.

Inside, it was a paradise of rich chocolate cakes, towering slices of cheesecake dripping with caramel, and bowls of vibrant, multi-layered mousse. She didn’t waste a second—without even bothering with a plate, she dug in. The first slice of cake was gone in seconds, and before she could fully process the sweetness on her tongue, she reached for another. The sugar hit her bloodstream like a jolt of electricity. Her senses were flooded with bliss.

Cake after cake, ice cream after ice cream, pies and tarts—all of it vanished, swallowed whole by her voracious appetite. Her stomach groaned audibly beneath her, as if protesting the sheer volume of food she was forcing into it. But Lauren barely noticed, too caught up in the euphoria of the feast. Her belly, already so massive from the earlier meal, continued to expand, stretching out further and further as she shoved more and more food inside.

She couldn’t stop now. It was too late for that. Her hands shook with the effort of picking up more desserts, stuffing them in with abandon. She could feel the weight of her stomach pulling her down, but she ignored it, the delicious taste of the desserts overpowering everything else.

With each bite, her belly grew rounder, fuller, its skin pulling tighter. The waistband of her pants had long ago surrendered, now completely hidden beneath the vast curve of her gut, which now hung heavily below her. She waddled from cooler to cooler, her movements slow and labored as she went through the line of desserts like a woman possessed.

And then, it hit her—she couldn’t stand anymore. Her legs felt like they were about to buckle under her, her belly so heavy and bloated it seemed to have a life of its own, constantly shifting and wobbling with every motion. The floor felt uncomfortably hard beneath her as her body’s weight increased, threatening to pull her down like an anchor.

Lauren staggered backward, barely able to catch herself as she leaned against the wall for support. Her belly was now so massive, so distended, that it seemed to take up the entire width of her body. She had no idea how much she had eaten—no sense of time, no sense of self. Only the insatiable need to keep going.

Her stomach groaned again, a low, deep sound that resonated in the still air of the room. She felt a strange pressure in her chest, but she dismissed it, focusing instead on the emptiness inside her... an emptiness that no longer felt like it could ever be filled.

It wasn’t long before Lauren’s breathing became labored. She knew she was pushing herself too far, but she couldn’t stop. There was something thrilling about the sheer indulgence, the total lack of restraint. I’m doing it, I’m actually doing it, she thought deliriously, as she reached for another bowl of mousse.

But as she grabbed it, her legs finally gave way. The weight of her stomach, the pressure, the exhaustion of it all—Lauren crumpled to the floor with a loud, wet thud, her enormous belly crashing with her. She lay there for a moment, gasping, her body completely spent, sprawled out on the cold floor.

For a while, all she could do was breathe, her massive stomach heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She felt like she had eaten everything in the world, and yet, there was still an odd sense of satisfaction, a feeling that she had achieved something... something no one had ever dared to try before.

But the clock was ticking. Her body was still enormous, her stomach so round and swollen it looked as though it might burst.

I need to get out of here, she thought, trying to sit up. The task was monumental—her belly felt like an immovable boulder, weighing her down, but she pushed through. With a grunt, she managed to stagger to her feet, her hands clutching her gut for balance as she looked around, assessing the distance back to her dorm. It was a long walk.

Wobbling, she moved slowly at first, then more awkwardly, dragging herself forward. Her belly was so large now that it was impossible for her to take normal steps—each movement felt like a battle between her body and gravity. The strain was real, but her determination was stronger.

She made her way to the door, pushing it open with a groan as she exited the dining hall, her giant belly leading the way. Every step sent waves of pressure through her overstretched stomach, but she gritted her teeth and kept going, one slow, laborious step at a time.

As she made her way across the campus, the cold air brushing against her overstuffed form, Lauren couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had truly outdone herself today.

But her thoughts were hazy now, the exhaustion from the overwhelming feast pulling at her. By the time she reached her dorm, she had to stop twice, pausing to rest, leaning against nearby benches, her belly resting heavily on her thighs.

Finally, she managed to drag herself to her door, half-lying against the frame as she fumbled for her keys. With a final, strained effort, she stumbled inside, collapsing onto her bed with a groan.

Her belly lay sprawled across the mattress, swollen beyond recognition, a monument to her indulgence. The only sound in the room was her heavy, labored breathing as she drifted in and out of consciousness, the overwhelming fullness still pressing down on her.

And as she lay there, eyes closed, one thought lingered in her mind:

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, she would do it all over again.


Chapter #6: The Frat Challenge

Lauren was barely able to keep herself upright as she waddled down the sidewalk toward her dorm. The late-night feast still had a firm grip on her body, making every step feel like a battle. Her bloated stomach swayed heavily, each shift a reminder of just how much she had indulged in that dining hall feast. It was almost comical, how large and immovable she felt—like a human balloon with legs. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. This was a challenge she'd set for herself, and she'd crushed it.

Her thoughts were hazy as she trudged along, her mind cloudy from exhaustion, but then...

She heard music.

Loud music, pulsing from a nearby house, accompanied by the thumping of bass and the occasional burst of laughter. Lauren squinted at the lights ahead. A frat party. It was one of those notorious off-campus houses, known for its wild parties and legendary drinking contests.

Normally, she'd have just kept walking, maybe thrown a curious glance, but tonight… Tonight felt different.

A mischievous grin spread across her face as she took a deep breath, her massive belly wobbling slightly with the motion. She paused for a moment to steady herself, adjusting her bag and straightening her posture.

"Why not?" she muttered to herself. “A little fun wouldn’t hurt.”

And just like that, she steeled herself. If anyone could make it through this, it was her.

She marched toward the entrance of the house, her hips swaying heavily as she walked, her massive stomach jiggling with each step. She was a sight, to say the least—her jeans stretched impossibly tight around her bulging gut, her top barely managing to contain the sheer volume of her midsection. As she approached, a few frat boys standing outside stared at her in disbelief. Their eyes widened, some dropping their red solo cups, others simply staring slack-jawed at her form.

"Hey, uh… you okay there, girl?" one of them asked, a smirk on his face as he eyed her belly.

Lauren didn’t miss a beat. She lifted her chin, straightened her back, and gave him a look of confident determination.

"Yeah, I’m fine," she replied with a sly grin. "In fact, I’m feeling pretty good. I’ll tell you what, though. I’ll challenge all of you to a beer chugging contest."

The frat boys exchanged confused looks, clearly sizing her up. The one who’d spoken before chuckled and nudged his buddy.

"You sure you want to try that? We've got a lot of kegs, and I’m pretty sure you’ve had your fair share tonight."

But Lauren wasn’t backing down. She puffed out her chest, pushing her massive belly out in front of her, and planted her feet firmly on the ground.

"Trust me," she said confidently. "I’ve got room for plenty more. I’m a chugging champion. You guys think you can handle me?"

The frat boys looked at each other, sizing up the challenge. A few of them shrugged and laughed, as if they didn’t believe a word she was saying.

"Alright, you’re on," the same guy who’d spoken earlier said with a chuckle, "but don’t say we didn’t warn you. Let’s see what you’ve got, big girl."

Lauren’s grin grew even wider. She was ready to prove herself—again.

The frat boys quickly gathered around the keg in the front yard, setting up a long row of cups. The competition was on. They filled their cups, some boasting their experience in the art of the chug, but Lauren was already a step ahead. She wasn’t going to drink from a cup. No, she was going straight for the source.

Without missing a beat, she marched up to the keg, grabbed the tap, and effortlessly pulled it open, positioning the nozzle right against her mouth. The beer poured in without hesitation, and Lauren began to guzzle it down as if it were water.

The frat boys gasped and stared in disbelief as she took sip after sip, swallowing the foamy beer faster than any of them could even think of drinking from their own cups.

"She’s not stopping!" one of them yelled, wide-eyed.

By the time they’d even finished their first rounds, Lauren was halfway through the keg, and she didn’t even look winded. The sheer size of her stomach didn’t slow her down—it just made her better. Her gut, already swollen from the massive feast earlier, was now groaning under the pressure of multiple liters of beer.

She was unstoppable. The keg was practically empty before anyone could even get a second drink, and Lauren let out a triumphant burp, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as the crowd around her erupted into cheers.

"Looks like I win," she said, her voice a little slurred, but full of pride. Her belly jutted out in front of her, fully rounded and absolutely massive, as if it had tripled in size from all the liquid she had just consumed. She didn’t need to prove anything more; the room was silent, the guys now completely in awe of what they'd just witnessed.

One of the frat boys, clearly impressed, walked up to her and clapped her on the back (almost knocking her forward with the force of it).

"You’re insane!" he laughed. "You definitely earned that one. Hell, I think we owe you something special for that."

Lauren gave him a knowing look, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She didn’t need to ask. She could already guess what he was about to offer.

"How about access to the kitchen? We’ve got an entire spread of fried food for tomorrow, but if you want it... it’s all yours."

Lauren’s stomach growled loudly, responding before her mind could even process the offer. She hadn’t even thought about food since that epic feast earlier, but now that she was here, in the middle of the frat house, with the kitchen wide open to her, everything felt possible.

Without missing a beat, she straightened up, her swollen belly pressing even further out.

"Deal," she said. “Let’s go see what’s cooking.”

The frat boy led her through the house, passing through halls filled with cheers and laughter, finally reaching the kitchen. The moment she stepped inside, the scent of grease, oil, and something sweet hit her like a wave.

There were trays upon trays of fried foods—onions rings, mozzarella sticks, golden-brown chicken wings, fried shrimp, and mountains of crispy French fries. Pizzas with thick, gooey cheese sat on one counter, and a massive pot of nacho cheese sat beside a mound of tortilla chips.

Lauren’s stomach rumbled audibly as her eyes lit up. She had made it. This was her prize.

Without a word, she sat down at the table, pulling a platter of wings toward her. As she tore into them, her massive stomach seemed to grow even larger with every bite, but she didn’t care. The frat boys watched in awe as Lauren continued her feast—bite after bite, wing after wing, her body consuming everything in sight.

By the time she had finished the first tray, she had eaten enough to feed an army, but Lauren wasn’t slowing down. She moved to the mozzarella sticks, followed by a platter of fries, then the nacho cheese. Each bite sent another wave of fullness, but her resolve was stronger than her body’s protests.

Hours later, when the food had all but disappeared, Lauren sat back with a loud, satisfied groan. Her belly was now impossibly huge, stretched to its limits, practically touching the table as it bulged outward. She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her stomach contentedly.

The frat boys gathered around, some of them still incredulous, others nodding in respect.

"You've earned your spot here," one of them said, handing her a beer. "Next round’s on us."

Lauren chuckled softly, leaning back even further in her chair, feeling like she had conquered the entire frat house. There was no challenge too big, no stomach too full. She was, after all, unstoppable.

And tomorrow... well, tomorrow was another day. She couldn’t wait to see what new challenges it would bring.


Chapter #7: The Morning After

Lauren's eyes fluttered open to a dull, hazy light filtering through her dorm room window. The room smelled faintly of grease and beer, a reminder of the night’s indulgence. She blinked a few times, trying to shake off the fog that lingered in her mind. The events of the night felt like a distant dream now, a blur of fried food, kegs of beer, and frat boys cheering her on as she conquered the kitchen.

But the one thing that wasn’t a dream? The weight pressing against her. A heaviness so intense it made it hard to even move.

Lauren let out a soft groan as she slowly turned her head. Something felt… off. Her body felt alien to her. With a sudden jolt, she realized what it was.

Her belly.

She had been so full last night, but now? Now it was something else entirely.

Still lying on her side, Lauren could feel the massive roundness of her stomach pushing out, its weight pulling her down toward the mattress. She tried to shift her legs beneath her, but the soft, cushioned feeling of her gut on the bed made it nearly impossible to maneuver. She could feel it gently brush the floor, the rounded curve of her belly hanging so low that it made her feel like she was part of the bed, a living extension of the sheets.

Her breathing felt a little labored, though not out of discomfort—more from sheer awe. She had never been this big. Not even close.

“Holy hell,” she muttered to herself, her voice hoarse from the excessive drinking and overeating of the night before.

Lauren's hands wandered to her belly. It felt so soft yet dense, her fingertips sinking slightly into the pillowy expanse of her swollen midsection. She could barely wrap her hands around the sides, and the skin was warm and taut beneath her palms. A soft moan of satisfaction escaped her lips as she lightly massaged the curve, the realization slowly dawning on her that she had become something she never thought possible.

She groggily pushed herself into a sitting position, her massive gut swaying slightly in front of her. As she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, she was immediately met with the sensation of the floor beneath her belly—just how far it extended now.

It wasn’t just big anymore—it was huge. Every step felt sluggish, and she could already feel the ache of her body adjusting to her new size, but the sheer enormity of it was intoxicating.

Lauren stared at herself in the full-length mirror by her door. The reflection that stared back at her made her pause for a long moment, as if she was seeing a completely different person.

Her body had taken on new curves—deep, pronounced rolls around her waist and sides, her thighs thicker and softer than ever before, and her arms rounding out in ways she hadn’t expected. But it was her belly that took center stage. It was round, gleaming with fullness, and almost impossibly large. It wasn’t just full—it was distended, its sheer size pulling her forward like a heavy weight that demanded attention.

She placed a hand gently on her stomach, watching the way it pressed out from her body, sitting high and wide in front of her.

This was her now.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Lauren slowly made her way toward the bathroom, one hand resting on her gut for balance. Every step was slower, more deliberate.

She eyed the scale by the bathroom door, a little apprehensive. She knew she’d gained weight, but just how much? Was it really as much as it felt like?

With a sigh, Lauren stepped onto the scale. Her heart raced as the numbers slowly began to flicker, and then—BAM—it stopped.

The digital readout displayed a number that made Lauren’s breath catch in her throat:

900 lbs.

She blinked, her mind struggling to process the figure in front of her. 900 pounds. There it was, clear as day. The reality of what she had done, what she had become.

Her fingers brushed her stomach again, now with even more reverence. She hadn’t thought it was possible to reach this level of size, but here she was, living proof that nothing was out of reach for her.

“Damn,” she whispered, a mix of awe and amusement in her voice. “I really went all in.”

She took a moment to inspect herself, her hands running over her curves, tracing the pronounced swell of her belly, the way it hung over her waistband. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d felt this full—this expansive. Her skin was stretched tight, but it was also soft to the touch, almost comforting, like a plush pillow that she couldn’t stop sinking into.

Her reflection in the mirror was different—there was no denying that. But it wasn’t just about her body. It was about the feeling of possibility that came with this new version of herself. The indulgence. The challenge. The satisfaction.

She couldn't help but smile as she gave herself a once-over, looking at her bigger curves, her rounder cheeks, her wider hips. The new softness in her belly was… well, it was sexy. She felt powerful. She felt like she had truly owned her body, in every way possible.

After a few moments, Lauren's stomach growled loudly. She let out a short laugh, rubbing her belly.

"Guess it's time to feed you, huh?" she said, her voice light but full of anticipation.

Breakfast. That was her next step. And after the feast she’d indulged in last night, she was ready to go even further.

She shuffled into the kitchen, her heavy belly leading the way. The thoughts of food—the thought of filling herself to the brim again—sent a surge of excitement through her. The whole kitchen felt like a new playground, a space where she could indulge without limits.

As she stood before the fridge, eyeing the eggs, the bacon, the bagels—the pancakes—she couldn’t help but grin.

She had no intention of slowing down.

"Breakfast time," she muttered to herself, a gleam of determination in her eye as she set about preparing the feast of the century. Whatever this new chapter of her life held, one thing was for certain:

Lauren was ready to tackle it—one massive bite at a time.


Chapter #8: The Ultimate Feast

Lauren wiped the last crumb of pancake syrup from her lips, her belly now so full it pressed firmly against the floor as she leaned back against the kitchen counter. She had never felt so stuffed in her life—her stomach had expanded to such an enormous size that it seemed as though it couldn’t possibly hold another bite, but deep down, Lauren knew that wasn’t true. After all, nothing could really stop her when it came to food. Not anymore.

Her belly groaned in protest, but it was more of a satisfied growl than anything. She placed a hand on the massive curve of her stomach, caressing it slowly as she admired how it jutted out so far in front of her, stretching the fabric of her oversized hoodie.

But just as she was about to rest, the door to her dorm room creaked open.

“Lauren? You up?” A voice echoed through the doorway.

It was Olivia, her best friend, stepping in with a mischievous grin plastered on her face. Behind her were two more familiar figures—Natalie and Mark, her other close friends. The trio stepped in like they had all the time in the world, but their expressions quickly shifted from casual to shocked as they caught sight of Lauren.

"Oh my god..." Mark muttered, eyes widening as he gawked at Lauren's size.

Olivia's grin only widened as she scanned Lauren's belly, still so stretched from breakfast. "Well, well, well. Looks like someone’s been busy."

Natalie tilted her head, studying Lauren with a smirk. "Are you even able to move with that thing?"

Lauren grinned back, her hands resting on her swollen belly as she gently rocked back and forth. "I'm fine. Just really full. You should’ve seen breakfast. It was... incredible."

"Breakfast?!" Mark chuckled. "Is that what you're calling that?" He pointed at her belly, which was practically touching the floor now, hanging over the waistband of her sweatpants like a round, weighted anchor.

Lauren just shrugged, her grin mischievous. "Hey, I’m a champion at this now. Nothing's too much."

Olivia's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Well, good news then. We’ve got something for you."

Lauren raised an eyebrow, still lounging with her belly comfortably resting against the floor. "What do you mean ‘something’?"

“We entered you in the biggest eating competition on campus," Olivia said, almost bouncing on her heels. "It’s starting in an hour. All the people close to your size will be there. Whoever has the biggest belly by the end of the day—who can still keep eating—wins."

Lauren blinked, slightly stunned, then burst out laughing. “Wait, what?! You seriously entered me into an eating competition?”

Olivia and Natalie exchanged knowing looks, grins creeping across their faces.

"Well, you know," Olivia said, pulling a folded flyer out of her bag and showing it to Lauren. "We figured it’d be fun. And you’ve got the perfect... um... build for it."

Mark raised his hand. “It’s already full, Lauren, but come on—this is a big deal. You’re gonna crush it.”

Lauren couldn't help but laugh at the idea, though deep down, she felt a sudden rush of excitement. She had always been one to take things to the extreme, and this challenge... it felt like it was tailor-made for her. A competition where only those who could stuff themselves beyond belief would win? She could practically hear her belly calling out for more.

"Alright, fine. I’m in." Lauren said, giving a mock dramatic sigh. "But I need some prep time. A lot of prep time."

She pushed herself up from the kitchen counter, her swollen belly wobbling heavily with the effort. Every step felt like a workout—her body felt both impossibly heavy and delightfully full. The weight of her stomach was almost a force of nature, swaying gently beneath her as she moved toward her room to grab her oversized hoodie and stretch pants.

Olivia shot her a look, narrowing her eyes. "You sure you're up for it? Last time you ate, like, everything. You’re gonna need a ton of room for this one."

Lauren held up both hands, looking very serious. "I’ve been training for this moment my whole life. You guys have no idea what you’ve just unleashed."

With a final wink, she disappeared into her room, only to reemerge minutes later, wearing her most comfortable stretchy pants and a hoodie that barely fit over her huge belly. The fabric pulled tight against her gut, but she didn’t mind—it felt good to be this full, and it only fueled the hunger she felt for what was to come.

The eating competition took place in a large, packed hall. The place was abuzz with excitement, a mix of adrenaline and nerves in the air. Lauren barely fit through the door, and when she entered, all eyes turned toward her. The other competitors were there, a mix of students who, like her, had built up quite the reputation for their eating prowess. Some were already warming up, massaging their stomachs, while others sat on chairs, eyes darting nervously toward the massive platters of food stacked in front of them.

But Lauren? She was ready. She walked confidently to her designated seat, a giant leather armchair that seemed to barely support her swollen figure. The seat creaked beneath her as she lowered herself into it, her belly resting heavily on her lap and the floor.

"Looks like we’ve got a contender!" one of the other competitors said, grinning widely as he appraised her size. "She’s gonna be tough to beat."

Lauren didn’t respond. Instead, she looked around at the spread of food in front of her: heaping plates of pasta, mountains of fried chicken, entire loaves of bread, gallon-sized pitchers of milk and soda. There was no shortage of food here.

A large bell rang, signaling the start of the competition.

"Alright, everyone! The goal is simple: eat as much as you can, and when you feel like you can't eat another bite, raise your hand. The winner is the person who still has the biggest belly and can keep eating!" The announcer’s voice echoed throughout the room. "On your marks, get set... GO!"

Lauren wasted no time. The first plate of spaghetti disappeared within seconds, followed by several pieces of fried chicken. As she chewed, she could feel the tension building in her belly. Each bite was like a fuel for her fire, and she wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Her competitors were slowing down already, their stomachs visibly stretching, their faces flushed with effort—but not Lauren.

Her belly swelled even more as she pushed herself, spooning more and more food into her mouth. The hours passed in a blur, and Lauren’s stomach expanded to new levels, her belly now so stretched it felt as though it was almost too much for her. But she kept going—one bite after another, ignoring the protests of her body, pushing past the discomfort until she reached a point where the competition was no longer about who could eat the most—it was about who could withstand it the longest.

As the day wore on, Lauren’s belly became a massive, taut dome—round and full, swaying gently as she leaned back in her chair, breathing heavily. The competition was down to just her and one other contestant, a giant of a man with a similarly swollen gut, but even he couldn’t keep up with her.

When the bell finally rang again to signal the end of the contest, Lauren was the last one sitting, hands placed on her swollen belly, a small smile curling up at the corners of her lips. She had done it. She had won.

"Winner!" The announcer boomed. "Lauren, with the largest belly and the most food devoured!"

A cheer erupted around her as Lauren raised her hands, basking in her victory. Her belly was enormous—pushing the limits of what anyone could imagine—but to her, it was a symbol of triumph.

"That was amazing," Olivia said, walking over and giving her a proud high-five. "I knew you could do it."

Lauren looked down at her belly, a quiet laugh escaping her lips. "Yeah, me too. Guess I’m really good at this whole 'eating' thing."

She stood slowly, her massive gut swaying beneath her. But she didn't feel the least bit full—not yet.

"Who's ready for round two?" Lauren grinned, her eyes sparkling with hunger.

The rest of the room froze.

Oh, this was just the beginning.


Chapter #2: The Ultimate Chug

The excitement in the air after Lauren’s victory still hadn’t settled. She was the talk of the entire eating competition, but she wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. The adrenaline was still pumping through her veins as she stood there, her massive belly pushing the limits of her sweatpants, an undeniable testament to her achievement.

Her friends crowded around her, their faces a mix of awe and amazement. They had never seen anything like it. Lauren’s stomach looked like it was about to burst—but that was exactly what she wanted.

"Alright, Lauren, you're insane," Olivia said, shaking her head, but a grin tugged at her lips. "I can't believe you pulled that off, and now you're—what? Still hungry?"

Lauren gave her an exaggerated shrug, leaning back in the chair, her massive belly wobbling as she did. "I'm just getting started. You think I’m done after one contest? Nope. I’ve got bigger plans."

Her eyes flicked to the side, where a few of the onlookers were still staring at her in disbelief. She could feel their curiosity burning through the air. She wasn’t just a person anymore. She was a force—a living, breathing challenge for anyone bold enough to take her on.

"Bring it to me," Lauren commanded, sitting up straight with newfound confidence. Her belly gurgled and stretched as she spoke, the weight of it making even the simple act of sitting up an ordeal. She raised her hand, her fingers curling in the air. "Bring me a funnel. And a massive, massive shake."

Olivia's eyes widened. "Wait, you want—"

"Just do it," Lauren interrupted, leaning forward with a grin. "You think I can’t handle it? Watch me."

Within minutes, Olivia and the others sprang into action. Word of Lauren’s challenge had already spread, and people began crowding around her. Someone from the kitchen brought over an enormous, thick plastic funnel, connected to an industrial-grade 30-gallon tube that seemed like it was meant to hold enough liquid to supply an entire frat party, not just one person.

The shake? A custom-made concoction, rich with calories, full of cream, ice cream, chocolate syrup, peanut butter, protein powder, and an ungodly amount of sugar. It was designed to be a weight-gain shake—the kind that would turn someone into a mountain of fat if they drank enough of it.

Lauren’s friends set it up with a smirk. Mark moved a folding chair to the side to give her more space, grinning like he knew exactly what was coming. The crowd began to gather, phones raised to capture the spectacle. People whispered, exchanged looks, and wondered how much longer this girl could possibly go before she hit her limit.

But for Lauren, there was no limit.

"Alright, everyone, watch closely," she said, her voice full of authority as she settled back in her seat. Her belly stretched out in front of her like a giant, soft mound, poking out far past her knees. The waistband of her pants creaked in protest, and the weight of her stomach felt like an entire person resting on her lap.

The funnel was gently pressed against her lips, the end wide and ready to deliver the calorie-laden shake straight to her stomach. The first few drops hit her tongue, sending a wave of sweetness through her body. She closed her eyes and let out a soft hum of satisfaction, feeling her hunger surge at the taste. This was what she’d been craving—an almost obscene amount of food in liquid form, designed for maximum indulgence.

She took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”

With one hand holding the funnel, she tipped her head back, the weight of her belly pressing her down into the chair. The liquid began to pour into her mouth, thick and fast. It was so sweet, it almost felt like a sugar rush with each gulp, but Lauren didn’t flinch. She swallowed quickly, eyes still closed, the sensation of the cold shake sliding down her throat thrilling her.

Her friends cheered her on, though some were shaking their heads in disbelief. “She’s going to finish that whole thing,” Natalie said, her voice filled with awe.

Olivia laughed nervously. “I told you she was a beast.”

The funnel continued to pour. Lauren’s belly groaned, the sound like a distant rumble as she drank faster, deeper. She could feel the shake filling her stomach, expanding it, stretching it even more than before. Her body was no longer just full—it was pushing toward something else, something bigger. The stretch in her stomach felt like nothing she had ever experienced before, and yet, it was exactly what she wanted.

"Keep it coming!" Lauren yelled, her voice almost strained but full of fire. “Don’t stop! I’m not done yet!”

Her friends didn’t hesitate. As the shake kept flowing, they began shouting encouragement, some even laughing as Lauren’s belly expanded more and more. Her clothes were straining under the pressure. The sweatpants she had been wearing were now stretched so tight they looked ready to snap, and the waistband had long since been pushed down beneath her massive belly. But Lauren didn’t care.

The room around her was starting to feel smaller as her belly ballooned, now pushing out even farther than before. It was as though her gut was growing to impossible proportions. The shake kept coming, each gulp adding another layer of softness and roundness to her belly. Her skin was stretched tight, her muscles sore from holding all the weight, but she gritted her teeth and kept going. The sensation was... intoxicating.

It was as if her body had become a force of nature, unstoppable and powerful.

And then, she hit the 20-gallon mark. Her stomach was huge. She could feel her skin stretching almost painfully, but there was no turning back now. She was over 900 pounds at this point—what was a few more gallons?

"Come on, Lauren, you’ve got this!" Olivia yelled, bouncing with excitement.

Lauren opened her eyes, her vision slightly blurred from the overwhelming sensation in her gut. She looked down at the enormous belly in front of her, feeling both pride and exhilaration. This was her power. This was what she had worked for.

One last push, one last gulp. She slammed her hand against her belly and let out a deep, satisfied sigh. The shake was gone, the tube empty, but Lauren’s stomach was... massive. It now stretched out in front of her like a mountain, quivering with each shallow breath she took.

She could barely move, but she didn’t need to. She had done it. She had broken her own limits.

The crowd around her stood still in stunned silence, the reality of her achievement sinking in. Her belly now looked like an overinflated balloon, resting on her lap and pushing against the floor beneath her. She could barely lift her arms, the weight of her body pulling her down.

Her friends gathered around, amazed at the sheer size of her stomach. Olivia placed a hand gently on Lauren’s shoulder, her voice low but filled with awe. “Lauren... you did it. You’re over 1000 pounds now.”

Lauren grinned, her eyes half-lidded with a mix of exhaustion and pride. “And this is just the beginning.” She placed both hands on her swollen gut, the full weight of it pushing her back even further into the chair.

She was a living, breathing testament to excess, and she was ready for more. The room around her erupted in applause.

Lauren’s journey had only just begun, and if there was one thing she knew for sure—it was that she’d push herself farther than anyone ever expected.