[REQ] Totty Eats

 

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The brown-furred mare let out a frustrated groan as her hand touched the bottom of yet another empty, crinkly package. Brow furrowed, she cast her hand left and then right searching for just one more crunchy, salty morsel of goodness, but alas they were all gone.

 

Gone where? As if in response to the natural question, the mare's rounded dome of a stomach let loose with its own angry groan, its densely-packed contents churning and gurgling softly as they struggled to digest.

 

Totty idly scratched her rounded, exposed belly with one hand while the other crinkled the empty package and tossed it to the floor with a mildly-irritated huff, where it joined dozens of its fellow fallen comrades, all emptied and felled by the insatiable beast suspended by the softly creaking armchair.

 

A low, wet belch rumbled from her mouth as her eyes cast distractedly about the room. Everywhere she looked, it seemed there was some evidence of recently consumed foodstuffs. Empty bags and packages littered the floor, boxes and cans lay empty, and in the kitchen Totty knew there was a huge stack of dirty dishes and recently emptied food containers piled in the sink.

 

She groaned softly again as she felt herself settle lower in her armchair, which didn't feel quite as plush as it did when she first got it. With her feet kicked out in front of her and her shoulders slouched back, her round, furry belly rose before her like the monument to gluttony that it was, her jeans long ago unsnapped and steadily losing ground down her legs while her breasts, barely constrained by her too-small shirt as it was, were pushed up into her chin.

 

Yep, another day off well spent, she thought morosely. She tried to get out and do something, she really did. But all her friends were either still working or already had plans, and it was far too hot out for her to want to go anywhere by herself. So she figured she'd simply have an early dinner, settle down for some TV, shower and head to bed.

 

But of course it couldn't be that simple. One serving of dinner turned into two, into four, and finally into the whole pot, her stomach roaring with hunger all the while and demanding more and more. With a desire to eat, glut, and gorge borne of a combination of boredom and greed, Totty had continued relentlessly, mowing through most of the food and drink in her fridge and freezer, sinking to her knees as she greedily stuffed more and more into her mouth while her belly swelled beneath her.

 

Coming out of her hungry daze, Totty remembered feeling mild irritation that she'd let herself go again. But that was really all it was. This happened far too often for her to feel anything stronger towards the matter. In a way, she almost expected herself to get carried away gorging at least every so often. Figuring she'd get it all out of her system in one go, and rationalizing that she was still a teensy bit hungry, Totty moved on to her pantry, grabbing bags upon packages upon boxes of all the crunchy, snackable things she could find. Everything from chips and crackers to cookies to dry cereal and nuts was swept up by the hurricane of hunger.

 

Now lying replete in her chair, her supply of easily-reachable foodstuffs depleted, Totty's overfull stomach grumbled and moaned forlornly as it struggled to cope with its owner's wanton gluttony. She belched again, tasting a multitude of yummy treats she had just recently shoveled down her gullet. As she idly smacked her chops, she considered what to do with herself now that she was successfully confined to her house in her bloated and slovenly state. She supposed she could go to sleep now, but it was still rather warm out and she couldn't help but feel like she had just a bit more room for some more tasty treats.

 

She knew she shouldn't, that she was full and had eaten more than enough, but part of her just didn't care. She was a fat mare, always had been and always would be, and she loved food more than almost anything. Why deny herself what she truly loves?

 

Alas, even with her newfound desire to continue, she had eaten herself completely out of easy, snackable things. The only food she had left in her home required preparation, and she certainly was not up to the task given her current state.

 

It was time to take drastic measures. Removing her feet from the footrest and planting them on the floor, Totty wiggled her way up in the chair and, placing her arms on the armrests, attempted to get her fat ass out of her seat.

 

She grunted and groaned as she slowly but surely began to rise, her breathing labored and her arms shaking with strain as she poured all she had into this one simple task: standing. "C'mon big girl..." she muttered to herself, "up and attem..."

 

With a few stray droplets of sweat running freely down her face, the overweight mare finally achieved verticality, huffing and puffing as she took a moment to regain her breath. "Phew...glad that's over..."

 

Now for her next trial: walking across the room. Taking a deep breath, Totty heaved the left side of her body forward before her foot collided with the carpet with a satisfying, heavy thud. Now for her right...left, right, left, right...

 

Totty wheezed and panted as she steadily waddled across the room, partially because she was just so darn heavy but mostly because her crammed stomach took up the space her lungs once used for breathing. Her swollen brown belly glunked and glorped as it shifted from side to side, resolutely holding its spherical form while the rest of her corpulent body jiggled and wobbled endlessly.

 

Eventually, she reached her prize. Victoriously picking up her phone, Totty dialed up her favorite pizza place, which of course she had on speed-dial. For pizza emergencies. Like now.

 

Totty huffed and puffed as the phone dialed, her free hand pressed into the small of her back in a desperate bid to counterbalance her bellycentric weight. After a short while her call was answered, the familiar cheerful greeting setting her heart pumping just a few paces faster in anticipation. But as she opened her mouth to reply...

 

"BBBBUUUUURRRRRRRPPP!!" Totty's hand flew to her mouth as her eyes widened. She couldn't believe she just did that! The swollen, heavy mare stood there for a moment or two, too shocked and embarrassed and still processing what had just happened while, unsurprisingly, the pizza palace thought they were being prank-called and promptly hung up.

 

Eventually she came back to her senses, and could do nothing really but shake her head and chuckle slightly at her ridiculous outburst. Thumping her chest and letting loose with another hearty belch, she dialed again.

 

The phone picked up again, the hapless worker dutifully taking the call, but she could tell by his significantly less excitable greeting that he thought it was another prank call. Giggling slightly, she responded, "Um, hi, I'd like to place an order for delivery...yes I'm a rewards membeeuuuURRRPP! Oh, pardon me...yes I'm so sorry I'm-hic*urrrrp*-having an, um, allergic reaction...?" she trailed off uncertainly. "Oh no I'm quite fine thank you...yes it should be under the name 'Totty'...I'd like to orderrruuuurp! ahem...five extra-large pepperoni pizzas please...yes just charge the usual card-urp!-and ummm can I get two bottles of soda with that please?...lemon-lime please. Thank you very muuUUURRPP!"

 

Totty ended the phone call right as she felt another belch welling uncontrollably from the depths of her churning, groaning gut. Her cheeks were flushed lightly with embarrassment at her inablity to even hold a conversation without belching periodically, but she was just so full...but still slightly hungry too, mind you. Waddling slowly back over to her chair, Totty leaned forward just enough for her swollen belly to rest in the chair proper while her arms and head rested on the chair's back. She knew she would have to stand and wait for her pizza to arrive because, well, if she sat down now...she was pretty sure she wouldn't be getting back up.

 

Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she drifted in and out of consciousness a bit, feeling a bit sleepy from the warmth of the evening sun and the gurgling fullness within her stomach. The sound of her doorbell jolted her back to her senses.

 

"Uff...coming..." she called, grunting as she heaved her huge mass of belly upwards once more and began yet another ponderous waddle across the room, this time towards her front door. Upon reaching it, however, she let out a grunt of frustration as the forwardmost swell of her gut impacted the door before she could reach the handle. Temporarily stymied by this setback, Totty grunted and strained as she tried reaching forward around her huge gut as much as possible, desperately grasping for the door handle, but she was forced to relent for fear of losing some of her previous meal. Huffing irritably, Totty turned herself sideways with her belly out of view before opening the door.

 

Sure enough, standing on her doorstep was a young, nerdy-looking lad, probably still in high school trying to make a few extra bucks on the side, she guessed. "Hi I have a delivery here for a, uhh, Miss...Totty?" he trailed off uncertainly as his eyes seemed to finally register the mare standing before him, and the fact that he couldn't even see the entirety of her undoubtedly enormous belly.

 

Totty giggled breathily, still winded from her trek across the room. "Ah, yes...that's me! Oh dear me, I think I left my change in the kitchen..." Totty made to pout, turning her feminine charms up to eleven to get out of having to waddle back across the room to get a tip for the pizza boy, but before she could she arched an eyebrow curiously as she took in the intensity with which he was staring at her bloated form. Ohh, my my, did she have one of those boys here? How very fortunate for her...she could definitely work with this. "Oh, yes, you must forgive me, I...I'm due in just a few days..."

 

The young lad swallowed and finally found his voice again. "Oh, ummm...no worries ma'am I think, uh, well I think that you carry it very well...anyways here's your pizza..." Totty giggled as she accepted the stack of steaming, delicious-smelling boxes. Suddenly feeling a bit naughty, she withdrew enough so that the entirety of her swollen form was visible and turned to face the boy.

 

"While you're here, if it's not too much trouble, could I ask one last favor of you? The front of my belly has been itching horribly for hours now, and, well...I can't really...reach it..." Totty had to resist the urge to snicker as the boy's eyes grew impossibly wider upon seeing her whole body.

 

"Uhh...yeah! Of course!" he answered a bit too loudly, his gaze never faltering as he slowly, reverently raised his hands and began to rub the front of her belly in small, gentle circles.

 

"Oooooh, yeah, right there," Totty continued breathily, greatly enjoying the reverent ministrations she was receiving. "Ohhh, yes, just a little wider...yes good..." Totty cheered internally. She totally had him.

 

Suddenly her gut lurched as yet another gas bubble worked its way up her throat, which she was just barely able to suppress with a quiet, low rumbling burp. The boy simply smiled as he felt that, pressing in slightly at that spot. "Wow...I felt a kick!"

 

Totty snickered at how badly he was misintepreting her stomach's throes of gastrointestinal distress, but kept up the charade as best she could. "I think they can smell the pizza...thank you so much sweetie, but mommy's really hungry now and this does smell sooo...goood..."

 

The boy immediately withdrew his hands and stood up straight. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but he was all smiles. "Oh, of course ma'am, please enjoy and have a wonderful evening!" He finished with a slightly theatrical bow.

 

Totty giggled as she began to close the door. "Thanks, cutie...see you next time!" She thoroughly enjoyed his gaping look of astonishment as the last he saw of her face was a wink followed by blowing him a kiss.

 

Chuckling heartily to herself, the mare began waddling her way back over to her trusty chair, eager to dig in to her warm, gooey reward. Her stomach grumbled mightily in a combination of desire and fear, but she paid it no mind.

 

Sitting down heavily, Totty placed the stack of warm boxes to the side and grabbed the first one. Too late did she realize that she neglected to put some in the kitchen for later as she had intended, but she just shrugged it off, she would eat what she wanted and just re-heat the rest later.

 

She moaned sensually as the first slice of cheesy heaven graced her lips and tongue with its sensational flavors. Greedily she tucked into her slice, reducing it to naught but a few greasy fingers in just a handful of large, greedy bites. The next slice met with the same fate, along with the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that...

 

Before she knew it, the first pizza box lay empty upon her, balanced between her breasts and belly as she allowed herself to sink lower into the chair. Tossing the box aside, she hastily grabbed the next. She was beginning to really feel the mounting tide of fullness now, but the pizza was so delicious she wanted nothing more but to cram as much into her mouth as possible before her body could fight back.

 

If it was even possible, Totty ate the second pizza even faster. 'Ate' might have even been too generous of a word, perhaps 'inhaled' was more accurate. Letting loose with a long, loud bbbuuuUUUURRRPPP! she quickly opened the next box and shoved another piece of delicious into her mouth.

 

She was about halfway through her third pizza when it finally happened. She hit a wall. Her cheeks were tinged slightly green as she forcefully swallowed the last bite of her slice, her stomach groaning long and low as it was forced to accept its latest offering. Totty stopped and panted for a moment, desperately trying to catch her breath that just wouldn't come, the space required in her lungs taken up by her grumbling, groaning sack of a stomach.

 

Oh, she knew she should be done here. She knew her body was begging her to stop. But as she looked at the pizza left in the box, it still looked soooo very delicious. She...she wanted it. She wanted it bad, and she wanted it now. Surely she could make enough room with a good burp or two?

 

Remembering the soda that came with her post-post-meal meal, she grabbed the first two-liter bottle and twisted the cap off. Taking as deep of breaths as she could to steady herself, Totty closed her eyes and plugged the open end of the bottle into her mouth.

 

Gulp...gulp...gulp...gulp...Totty swallowed frantically as she felt the fizzy liquid surging into her strained gullet. Her eyes squeezed tighter shut in pain, but she refused to relent. Sweet release was close, so close...but she needed the gas, the fizz...her stomach grooooaaaned dangerously as the fizzy liquid filled the last remaining pockets of space in her straining, swelling stomach.

 

And then some. But she drank on and on and on...until finally she tasted air. Tossing the bottle aside quickly, her eyes flew open as her maw parted and let loose with the loudest, raunchiest belch of her life: BBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!

 

Her first massive eructation was followed by another with yet another hot on its heels. Taking short, gasping breaths in between violent expulsions, Totty belched and belched and belched for a good minute or so while all the air in her stomach forced its way up her throat and out her mouth. When she could finally breath again, Totty was delighted to feel that she did indeed have just a bit more room than she did previously. And she intended to use it.

 

Slapping two pieces together, she chomped them down in two bites, before repeating two more times, finishing off the pizza just like that. Her stomach gurgled angrily as it began to realize it was still being fed. But Totty didn't intend to give it time to put up any protest, and began hastily shoving pieces of the fourth pizza down her throat. She was beyond caring, her thoughts wild with desire and gluttony. She was going to eat all of this pizza, and she was going to eat it all TONIGHT. She didn't just want it...she NEEDED it.

 

On and on she frantically ate and ate, forcing cheesy, saucy, spicy bread down her throat as fast as she possibly could, before finally with the last swallow of the pizza, she felt the wad of food get backed up at the very bottom of her throat.

 

Her stomach had officially run out of room.

 

Groaning in agony and frustration, Totty placed the fifth box before her and opened it. Just one more left...and oh, how she wanted it. But she was done. At capacity. Stuffed to the gills. There was no way she could mange this, it was simply impossible.

 

It was with such thoughts that she gleefully took another bite.

 

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An hour had passed. An hour of grueling pain, slow chewing, painful swallowing, and increasingly strained belches. Totty lay all the way back in her chair now, both hands clutching her enormously packed belly as if to hold it together, the massive furry brown dome towering above her as her jaw worked mindlessly up and down. She could hardly breathe, and barely think, so overloaded were her senses with sheer, overwhelming pain.

 

A slice of pizza sat draped over her chin, part of it being gradually chewed slowly and carefully before it was pulled ever so slightly further into the depths, the next layer of pizza being slowly but steadily chewed into mush. For the last hour she had chewed slowly and arduously, taking increasingly smaller swallows and following them with tiny washes of soda in a desperate attempt to flush yet even more into her stomach. Her bulging cheeks were by now quite green, and the front of her stomach right around her navel was starting to flush a deep red as it was strained well and truly to its utter maximum.

 

But on and on she chewed and chewed, swallowed and chewed and moaned and swallowed and drank and chewed and swallowed and grabbed another piece and chewed and swallowed and swallowed. By now three-fourths of the last pizza was gone, vanished into the churning rumbling abyss that was her huge, heaving stomach. Totty groaned in pain as she swallowed the third to last slice, gently chasing it with ever so small sips of soda, willing herself to grow even larger, accept even more, glut even further.

 

The chair creaked and groaned beneath her, its well-worn springs and hinges shrieking under their unbearably heavy load, slowly starting to give as their payload steadily grew heavier and heavier. Totty stared blearily down at the last two slices of pizza. There was no way she could finish them. Not like this. Every moment was agony, every swallow a lancing pain, every chew a grinding ache, every breath a piercing pulse. If she wanted these slices gone...it was all or nothing time.

 

Her eyes rolling wildly in her head, her hands shakily raised themselves and grabbed the two remaining slices before cramming them together and mashing them into as tight a ball as her failing muscles could manage. And then, before she could truly consider the repercussions of what she was about to do, she stuffed the wadded ball of pizza into her mouth and forced herself to swallow.

 

Down the last lump of food sank, further and further until it vanished beneath her heaving chest. But before it reached the stomach it got stuck slightly, Totty's breaths growing a bit panicked as the ball of cheese and dough lodged itself in her throat. Desperately, she chugged the rest of the soda and swallowed, HARD.

 

It was enough. The last of her feast dislodged and pushed itself into her thoroughly overpacked innards, her eyes going wide as her stomach immediately retaliated with one last surge of air, her massive belch sending droplets of spittle and bile flying all over herself as the very air itself seemed to vibrate with the deep baritone.

 

And then she was finished. She was done. Eyes half closed and with bile dribbling down her chin, she was victorious. She was oh so full. Beyond full. Dangerously overfull. She was so packed she could've sworn the slightest touch could rupture her.

 

But before sleep could claim her, a new noise made itself heard over the riotous, angry churning of her stomach: that of failing metal. Eyes widening, Totty could do nothing as her chair failed beneath her, its mechanisms literally falling apart as the entire seat dropped straight to the floor, leaving Totty a heaving, wobbling mass laid flat on her back, trying desperately not to go in all directions at once.

 

Somehow, by some miracle, she held. She did not rupture. Her enormous belly towered several feet above her, so firmly packed that it did little more than quiver as she fell, the thinned skin just on the brink of rupture as she sucked down the tiniest, gaspiest lungfuls of air.

 

Now completely and utterly overwhelmed by the screaming of her body, Totty's eyes rolled up into her head as she passed out on the floor, gentle snoring filling the air as her stomach lining slowly began to fail against its fatal payload...