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You are Rhonda, on a quest to be the biggest girl around! You add and I'll give points

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Chapter #10

Head to the kitchen for a snack

    by: Amber Author IconMail Icon
You stomach feels close to bursting as you rub the body wash over it, rubbing circles on it, moaning as sharp pain shoots through you, the digestive juices churning to manage so much greasy food. The cool water feels heavenly and somewhat soothes you as you lay in your bathtub, playing with your massive gut and fondling the numerous love handles.
You feel satisfied with how much you have pushed yourself today.
After what seems like hours, you finally feel like your stomach has calmed down enough to let you head to rest for the night.
You struggle to heave your gigantic body out of the bath, completely out of breath by the time you dry yourself off with a towel.
You decide not to bother with clothes as you don't think anything you own could fit you right now with your stomach still at the largest you have ever been.
Just as you start waddling towards your bedroom, barely able to see in front of you with your huge swollen breasts resting almost at your eye level on your massive gut, you suddenly remember the packet of assorted snacks you kept hidden for guests in the top shelf of the pantry.
You place you palm against your belly,
"Hmm, how about a little bedtime snack?" You think as you find yourself turning towards your kitchen again.
Your brain keeps telling you that this might not be such a good idea , your stomach already feels quite upset and is still sloshy and gurgly inspite of the bath dulling the ache a bit.
But you know it's hopeless now as it's impossible for you to go to sleep now that you know more food is there in the house, waiting to be devoured.
You pull down the huge nicely wrapped package with great difficulty, your belly protesting the jostling movements and your jiggling boobs distracting you as you rip everything open, the goodies and treats spilling outside.
You slump down on the floor, letting your belly rest with a thwack between your gargantuan thighs, reaching almost to your flabby knees and start munching on a nice stack of chocolate cookies, a moan escaping you as the mushy sweetness of chocolate engulfs your gluttonous senses.
Your belly groans in protest as you again start eating at a ferocious speed, dumping packets full of chips and Twinkies into your mouth, chewing noisily while massaging your bloated belly with one hand trying to relieve the immense pressure building up inside.
Your belly starts swelling again, your skin pulled taut over it like a gargantuan drum....and..it..hurts..so bad.
You know you should stop and go to bed to rest yourself as you digest the meals of the day but your hands keep moving almost automatically, shoving the last remnants of food into your gaping maw.
Your belly starts aching really bad again, as you feel the pressure increasing inside you.
You try to relieve yourself by trying to burp, but each belch leaves you feeling sicker than before.
You feel a weird bubbling sensation building up in your belly, you groan, leaning to one side, concentrating hard and clutch your belly, sweat glistening on your forehead as you keep pushing hard, eager to get rid of the racking pain...
"Ungh" you grunt in effort, your head feeling dizzy with all the exertion, you feel ready to pass out....
"PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTPPPPPTTTTPPPPT" a gargantuan fart rips out through your anus filling the air around you with so much stink you feel like puking but you lay down on the floor instead, clutching the globs of fat on your poor aching gassy belly.
You feel terribly sick and your belly starts indicating that you need to use the bathroom....and fast, if you don't want to ruin your linoleum.
But you are not sure you could even sit up, let alone walk to the bathroom in your condition.
You know you need help..who knows how much longer your stomach can hold...

You have the following choices:

*Pen*
1. Call Gloria as embarrassing it might be

*Pen*
2. Refuse to call for help and deal with it on your own.

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