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I ate 28 fucking tacos… wtf how do I keep eating fucking more of them. I felt like I was capped at 27 last week and this week I just ask for even more. Even more on top of an already insane amount of tacos 😩

You would not believe how distended my belly looked in that booth, bulging out and under the table. It’s crazy that I can sit down with my stomach not under it, but by the time I finish my massive tacos meals my gut is literally bulging out underneath the table. There’s no hiding it where I’m shoveling all those things down 🥵

I also walked around an arcade for a bit after, cause it helps to digest all that fucking food. But I think I looked like I had a fat gut after the tacos. It just sticks out so far in front of me once I’m done pigging out 😮‍💨

Fuck I’m actually a little nervous I’m gonna hit 30. Like I can’t really do that right? Like 30 fucking tacos in one meal? All stuffed in my fat tank gut at one time?? Like that’s not gonna happen right? Look at the size of them, 30 of those?! Can a fat gut even hold that many? Plus my gluttonous porker appetite makes this a 1 dollar taco night and STILL spending over 30 fucking dollars minimum there. Even with a cheap food deals I just ramp it to up to make it the cost of 1 normal meal still 😩

At least I still have to hit 29 (and hope that I seriously get too jam packed to be hog and blow through it to 30) so maybe I won’t end up gorging on an obscene amount of tacos to concerning degree.

I seriously feel massive after that too, my sides are bulging out more than they ever have and my gut sounds completely different when I slap it. I can feel myself ballooning up from all this nonstop gorging. 🥵

All because I can’t fucking stop myself from porking out. These food deals just brag about how much food you can get but they don’t realize I have to try really hard to turn that hose off once it’s on. I’ll just keep wanting more and more and more and just fuck keep that food coming nonstop until I’m beached and can’t breathe properly.

I need to just keep being served and pushed on me to keep eating until I’m literally begging for it to stop. That’s the only way I’m gonna learn my lesson, the only way I’ll possibly learn that I can’t just say I want more forever. I need to finally just blab how I’m too full and too stuffed to go on, just to have more dinner shoved right in my fat mouth anyways. I need to be made to regret ever wanting to be that gluttonous. Only so I can end up doing it again next time 😩

- Told me twice how fast I was able to eat my plate of tacos

- Said I could order as many of them as I want when I asked for more after 18

- Told me “hey happy tummy happy life!” when I asked for more after 18 😵‍💫

- When I stopped at 24 tacos and told her I was done, she walked away but stopped, turned around, and coyly was like “are you sure?” Which goaded me into ordering 3 more 🥵

Seriously I’m still in a bit of shock from the comments good lord 😵‍💫

So 27 fucking tacos crammed into this fucking tank. I know y’all wanna see 30, but it gets harder and harder the more tacos I get down. But if I don’t fucking stop I think my gut might just stretch out until it can hold that much eventually 😮‍💨

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*Use headphones for a WAY better listening experience! xx As promised, here's that recording of my insanely unhappy belly 😵‍💫

Here's me thinking that eating or drinking next to nothing for a day (besides water and tea) to give my stomach a break after a VERY overindulgent weekend would sort out my overworked tummy...but nope. I swear I've hit my own personal record for how distended my poor tummy has ever been, and it wasn't shy about letting me know that it really wasn't happy about it. I didn't even know my belly was capable of bloating that much seeing its pretty flat most of the time 😅

Everything in my stomach still felt it was sitting like a rock, which felt super blegh, so I had a liiittle bit of water to hopefully settle and help flush things out.

That was such a mistake 😖

The second the water hit my stomach, I felt a deep 'glug' just above my bellybutton, and I thought that was going to be it, but with zero warning it started to feel like my already tight belly was fighting to make room for those few sips. It felt like everything in my tummy was shifting, and soon after, the bubbling gurgles became almost constant. I'm so so glad I managed to get my phone out quick enough to catch that super long rush of gurgles (from approx. the 30 - 55 second mark).

Despite what it may sound like, it wasn't the kind of upset belly that meant I needed to run to the bathroom (thank god). Every time my belly erupted in waves of liquidy gurgles and groans, I could feel the movement rolling from one side of my bloated stomach to the other. It was super unsettling, crampy and uncomfortable, but at the same time...fuck, it felt good.

The last meal which I had was four days back (a toast for breakfast and some boiled broccoli for lunch) after which I started feeling ache in my tummy, the ache was around my belly button and only got worse with time. My tummy also started to bloat with every passing hour and the buttons of my dress were about to pop.

The next day I had a client lunch which later ended me to me going on a business trip. I had to hide my stomach as well as my state from all my colleagues. I up on a hoodie and boarded the plane. I put one hand in the hoodie's pocket, pressed against my cramping tummy and the other gripping the sides of the seat. The cramps were continues hitting every minute deep in my tummy below my belly button. I had to grit my teeth to hide the pain from others.

Once we de-boarded I struggled to get out when one of my colleague came to see what was wrong. I tried my best to hide the pain but I was close to tears. I couldn't hide it any longer and I bent forward, my hands instinctively cradling my bloated belly pushing it as much as I can. I moaned desperately, it was hurting really bad. He held me close to his chest and carried me all the way out and stayed with me all the way to the hotel. I was feeling very vulnerable but I couldn't do much.

The next day the bloated did reduce but the pain remained. When he came to check on me the next morning I made sure not to let out anything. We had another meeting after which we were free for the day as out return flight was late night. Once I was done with all the work, I descended back to my room and curled into myself, sobbing from all the pain. My hands were attached to my tummy, rubbing desperately, trying to soothe my upset stomach.

I came home a few hours ago. My stomach isn't as bloated as before but the pain is still there. I need help, please!!!!

he figures it's gonna be something quick, and it's gonna take a while to deflate, so he gets dressed, tries to hide how round he is with a big t shirt, and goes downstairs. he'll just release in a few minutes

turns out, his buddy has his car keys in hand, and it's not a real emergency, he's just excited to drive him somewhere and show him something. "c'mon, c'mon!" he's so excited, he bowls over the guy's hesitation

now the poor thing's in a car ride with nowhere to go, and now that he's seated there's no way to hide how huge and round his churning tummy is

meanwhile, his buddy is trying to suppress a rapidly swelling boner. finally, he can't resist pulling over and offering to bloat his tum up a little more. with his dick, or maybe with the contents of his 30 oz water bottle first

by the time they get to wherever they're going he's prob woozy with how much he's trying to keep inside him. his belly is spilling out from beneath his shirt, gurgling like crazy.

Oh god i swear i think about a similar scenario really frequently, so freaking hot. My dream job.

(upset belly audio, edited by me)

he shouldn’t have had all that messy taco bell before class… shit, theres still 30 minutes left of class. oh god, he can’t hold all this gas and mess in his stomach for any longer…

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finally a new audio! and new activity from me in general, hehe. poor thing.. he must be soo embarrassed :(

Also, on the 31th, i started getting extremely gassy. The food inside me was seemingly rotting and bloating me even bigger. I was passing SbD's every 10 minutes, each fart smelling horrible, and it was clear that my body really wanted all of this junk out of me .. So i spent my new years packed full of waste, inflated full of gas, eating a whole ass table's worth of salads and meats, topped with a few beers...

I remember sitting down, absolutely in awe how huge I've got, rubbing my round, bubbling mess of a gut, feeling how thoroughly filled i am... I was farting non-stop at this point, but still somehow constipated enough to not shit myself, my room smelled like a rotting dump . I can feel my belly throbbing, struggling to stretch even further, as shocked as i am that it still wasn't emptied. It was constantly letting out squelches, deep roars and moans, I'd really like to see the x-ray of my bowels at that moment, lol... I walked around a bit just to feel all of the mess in my belly slosh and jiggle as i struggle to move, and then i fell asleep...

Woke up in the morning to gas cramps shooting through my overfilled garbage tank, guts audibly rioting, bloated even more so than it was when i fell asleep... It was so hot that i spend a few minutes in bed just massaging my enormous belly, wishing i would wake up like this every day..

Then i FINALLY decided to spare my intestines and went to try to push something out in the bathroom... And omg, the feeling of being literally plugged with a huge, hard log of unmoving shit at the same time as your guts are under the incredible amount of pressure is insane, i felt like my stomach would burst from the gas and waste inside...