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Your Life......Smaller
chapter 30
by
copier
· original author:
doreedo
"*Buuurp* Oh yeah... that's the stuff!" December moaned, failing to stifle the loud burp that escaped from her mouth. She was feeling pretty full by now, but damn it she wasn't done tormenting you! Not by a long shot! Even if there was a whole bottle of coke sloshing around in her tummy and all of that pizza- the box had been mostly full, and now all of it's contents had been eaten by her.
The greasy pizza was not mixing well with the coke, which she'd admit she might've drank a little too quickly. It felt almost like it was still fizzing up inside of her... ooh, she was feeling a little bloated from it...
But she wasn't going to let her fun stop here! December's desire to mess with you by absolutely burying you in food outweighed her sense of self-preservation, and she still had a fully stocked fridge at her disposal!
"I hope you're ready for seconds, bro! Because I sure am!"
Honestly, December didn't know if you could even hear her, and frankly she didn't care. She knew that you could feel her actions though, and that was enough for her.
Heading back over to the fridge, December opened it up. There was plenty for her to choose from, from a vatl of spaghetti and meatballs, leftover turkey from a family get-together, a whole footlong Subway sandwich that no one had claimed... and more! So she had plenty to choose from.
Oh, and there was plenty more coke too. December wasn't the brightest girl around, but even she knew that this probably wasn't going to end well for her. Oh well, she'd pay good money to see your reaction to all this!
Starting with the spaghetti and meatballs, December forwent getting a separate plate and chose to just eat right out of the container with a fork.
Down below, deep inside of her you did your best to keep your little 'raft' afloat. It was an arduous task, and felt like you were fighting an increasingly losing battle as more and more mashed up debris entered the stomach. There was a small lake of coke around you, and the pizza remnants were taking up a great amount of space in your big sister's belly.
In other words, the incomprehensively vast cavern that was December's stomach felt a lot less cavernous. Sure, it was still far too large for you to traverse on foot, but the space inside of December had decreased drastically. And unfortunately for you, it seemed like your sister had no intentions of stopping her torment of you any time soon.
'Ugh... I just hope she gets sick before I get swallowed up by all of this...' You thought, eyeing the slowly rising tide of food and fizzy liquid around you.
High up above, December was uncaring of your plight, and of the bubbles still forming in her stomach. She was eating too quickly for most of them to be released, just burying them under a never-ending avalanche of spaghetti and meatballs.
"*Urp* Oof... you better be feeling that, little bro! How're things in there? A little cramped, maybe? Hah hah!" December laughed, patting her slightly bloated belly with one hand. Setting down the huge container, she took a moment to wipe her massive breasts off with a napkin, some bits of food having accumulated on the tops of the huge mountains.
"Eh, at least this time I didn't get anything down between my girls. I swear, it's so hard to get things out from between them. They're just so big! Heh... I bet all this food does is make them even bigger!"
December continued her relentless torment of you, and within 20 minutes, she'd managed to power through the entire vat of spaghetti and Meatballs!
"Ooof... I can really feel things bubbling up in there... but it's all worth it knowing that dweeb is squirming about in there! So what if Mom said this food was supposed to be for the PTA dinner, I need it right now!"
Staggering a little bit now that she felt quite a bit bloated (and showing it too, with a belly that protruded outwards just a bit), December trotted back to the fridge to begin yet another round of torment for you.
This time...
1) December gorges herself on her third full course, but starts waning towards the end of it. The mind's willing, but the flesh (her stomach) is about to blow!
2) December powers through her third course of refrigerated leftovers no problem and goes back for even more!
3) December feels like taking a little break, and needs something to wash all that pasta down. She grabs a full 2-liter bottle of soda... and starts downing mentos, mistaking them for breath mints!
The greasy pizza was not mixing well with the coke, which she'd admit she might've drank a little too quickly. It felt almost like it was still fizzing up inside of her... ooh, she was feeling a little bloated from it...
But she wasn't going to let her fun stop here! December's desire to mess with you by absolutely burying you in food outweighed her sense of self-preservation, and she still had a fully stocked fridge at her disposal!
"I hope you're ready for seconds, bro! Because I sure am!"
Honestly, December didn't know if you could even hear her, and frankly she didn't care. She knew that you could feel her actions though, and that was enough for her.
Heading back over to the fridge, December opened it up. There was plenty for her to choose from, from a vatl of spaghetti and meatballs, leftover turkey from a family get-together, a whole footlong Subway sandwich that no one had claimed... and more! So she had plenty to choose from.
Oh, and there was plenty more coke too. December wasn't the brightest girl around, but even she knew that this probably wasn't going to end well for her. Oh well, she'd pay good money to see your reaction to all this!
Starting with the spaghetti and meatballs, December forwent getting a separate plate and chose to just eat right out of the container with a fork.
Down below, deep inside of her you did your best to keep your little 'raft' afloat. It was an arduous task, and felt like you were fighting an increasingly losing battle as more and more mashed up debris entered the stomach. There was a small lake of coke around you, and the pizza remnants were taking up a great amount of space in your big sister's belly.
In other words, the incomprehensively vast cavern that was December's stomach felt a lot less cavernous. Sure, it was still far too large for you to traverse on foot, but the space inside of December had decreased drastically. And unfortunately for you, it seemed like your sister had no intentions of stopping her torment of you any time soon.
'Ugh... I just hope she gets sick before I get swallowed up by all of this...' You thought, eyeing the slowly rising tide of food and fizzy liquid around you.
High up above, December was uncaring of your plight, and of the bubbles still forming in her stomach. She was eating too quickly for most of them to be released, just burying them under a never-ending avalanche of spaghetti and meatballs.
"*Urp* Oof... you better be feeling that, little bro! How're things in there? A little cramped, maybe? Hah hah!" December laughed, patting her slightly bloated belly with one hand. Setting down the huge container, she took a moment to wipe her massive breasts off with a napkin, some bits of food having accumulated on the tops of the huge mountains.
"Eh, at least this time I didn't get anything down between my girls. I swear, it's so hard to get things out from between them. They're just so big! Heh... I bet all this food does is make them even bigger!"
December continued her relentless torment of you, and within 20 minutes, she'd managed to power through the entire vat of spaghetti and Meatballs!
"Ooof... I can really feel things bubbling up in there... but it's all worth it knowing that dweeb is squirming about in there! So what if Mom said this food was supposed to be for the PTA dinner, I need it right now!"
Staggering a little bit now that she felt quite a bit bloated (and showing it too, with a belly that protruded outwards just a bit), December trotted back to the fridge to begin yet another round of torment for you.
This time...
1) December gorges herself on her third full course, but starts waning towards the end of it. The mind's willing, but the flesh (her stomach) is about to blow!
2) December powers through her third course of refrigerated leftovers no problem and goes back for even more!
3) December feels like taking a little break, and needs something to wash all that pasta down. She grabs a full 2-liter bottle of soda... and starts downing mentos, mistaking them for breath mints!
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