Happiness is a (very) full belly
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 32
by
copier
· original author:
chyoaguy
"Hmm..." December prodded her turgid tummy, grinning as her index finger sank in just a tad into the pale flesh exposed by her pink belly shirt. The waistband of her pants was getting pretty dang tight, but not so tight that it wasn't unmanageable.
What was more important was that there was SOME give to her tummy. That meant that she wasn't full yet (despite what her absolutely protesting stomach was trying to tell her brain.)
And if she didn't think she was full... well, it meant several things. Obviously it meant there was still room for food to enter her tummy!
But more importantly, her brother had room to move around in her tummy if it wasn't completely packed 110% absolutely solid!
And she needed to take advantage of that BEFORE she was crammed full-to-bursting, not after!
"I hope you haven't gotten too comfy in there, bro! Because things are about to get shaken up!" December laughed, placing both hands flat on her bloated belly, palms flat against the smooth, tight distended surface.
"Here you go! An internal earthquake, courtesy of your favorite big sister!" December called out, before shaking her titanic tummy left and right!
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You'd barely had time to check the messages on your phone before your prison went nuts- amazing that A) you even had cell reception in your sister's stomach, and B) it hadn't melted or broken from the harsh environment.
The pictures that had been sent by your sister had nearly blown your mind. How in the world was it even possible for one person to eat that much in one sitting?! December could've put every competitive eater in the world to shame with an appetite (and stomach capacity) like that!
If you'd been outside, you would've shouted at December to stop eating immediately, take some antacid, and go lie down. She was going to be sick as a dog if she didn't stop! And even if you were currently trapped in her tummy... you really didn't like the idea of your sister suffering like that.
Forget throwing up, how had she not popped yet? December's food baby looked closer to being an actual baby in size, one that was getting closer to its due date with each bite she had taken.
Here was hoping that she really just had a cast-iron stomach, otherwise she'd end this day with the worst stomachache of her life!
As it was, you'd just barely gotten your phone into your pocket, before hearing December's heavily muffled voice rippling all around you. You'd barely made a single word out, each one having been heavily obscured by layer upon layer of mashed-up gunk, before all of a sudden...
"Whoa! D-December! Stop!" You called out as your densely packed prison lurched, sending you flying into a wall of what had at one point been toasted artisanal bread.
Right now it felt more like a wall of mud you were being tossed into.
Then the stomach shifted again, sending you shooting upwards to bounce off of the spongy surface of December's stretched out stomach walls, before AGAIN you were bounced into a pile of mashed meatballs!
"Ack! D-December! Cut it out!"
If only she could hear your words. All of this shaking couldn't have been good for all the bubbles trapped in her belly!
...That was an idea. Maybe you could ride up an air bubble so that December unwittingly belched you up?
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*Buuuurp!*
"Phew, that sure felt better coming out than it did holding it in!" December giggled, hands falling away from her swollen belly as the forceful belch tore from her lips.
"Ah... this is the life! Just me, my little bro, and this big, round belly to play with! I can't wait to see the look on your face when I stuff it full of even more food!" December sighed happily, giving her round abdomen a pleased pat.
"Now... what's next for you and me, little bro? Up for some more bouncing around? Or... perhaps you'd like me to tighten up your prison some more? I've got plenty of room!" She chuckled, hands running along the pale, convex dome of her midriff.
What was more important was that there was SOME give to her tummy. That meant that she wasn't full yet (despite what her absolutely protesting stomach was trying to tell her brain.)
And if she didn't think she was full... well, it meant several things. Obviously it meant there was still room for food to enter her tummy!
But more importantly, her brother had room to move around in her tummy if it wasn't completely packed 110% absolutely solid!
And she needed to take advantage of that BEFORE she was crammed full-to-bursting, not after!
"I hope you haven't gotten too comfy in there, bro! Because things are about to get shaken up!" December laughed, placing both hands flat on her bloated belly, palms flat against the smooth, tight distended surface.
"Here you go! An internal earthquake, courtesy of your favorite big sister!" December called out, before shaking her titanic tummy left and right!
------------------
You'd barely had time to check the messages on your phone before your prison went nuts- amazing that A) you even had cell reception in your sister's stomach, and B) it hadn't melted or broken from the harsh environment.
The pictures that had been sent by your sister had nearly blown your mind. How in the world was it even possible for one person to eat that much in one sitting?! December could've put every competitive eater in the world to shame with an appetite (and stomach capacity) like that!
If you'd been outside, you would've shouted at December to stop eating immediately, take some antacid, and go lie down. She was going to be sick as a dog if she didn't stop! And even if you were currently trapped in her tummy... you really didn't like the idea of your sister suffering like that.
Forget throwing up, how had she not popped yet? December's food baby looked closer to being an actual baby in size, one that was getting closer to its due date with each bite she had taken.
Here was hoping that she really just had a cast-iron stomach, otherwise she'd end this day with the worst stomachache of her life!
As it was, you'd just barely gotten your phone into your pocket, before hearing December's heavily muffled voice rippling all around you. You'd barely made a single word out, each one having been heavily obscured by layer upon layer of mashed-up gunk, before all of a sudden...
"Whoa! D-December! Stop!" You called out as your densely packed prison lurched, sending you flying into a wall of what had at one point been toasted artisanal bread.
Right now it felt more like a wall of mud you were being tossed into.
Then the stomach shifted again, sending you shooting upwards to bounce off of the spongy surface of December's stretched out stomach walls, before AGAIN you were bounced into a pile of mashed meatballs!
"Ack! D-December! Cut it out!"
If only she could hear your words. All of this shaking couldn't have been good for all the bubbles trapped in her belly!
...That was an idea. Maybe you could ride up an air bubble so that December unwittingly belched you up?
---------------------
*Buuuurp!*
"Phew, that sure felt better coming out than it did holding it in!" December giggled, hands falling away from her swollen belly as the forceful belch tore from her lips.
"Ah... this is the life! Just me, my little bro, and this big, round belly to play with! I can't wait to see the look on your face when I stuff it full of even more food!" December sighed happily, giving her round abdomen a pleased pat.
"Now... what's next for you and me, little bro? Up for some more bouncing around? Or... perhaps you'd like me to tighten up your prison some more? I've got plenty of room!" She chuckled, hands running along the pale, convex dome of her midriff.
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