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It's early morning. You wake up, roused to consciousness mainly by the empty ache in your stomach. Rolling your hefty body out of bed, you stretch, and rub your belly. It feels soft and cushiony, the layer of pudge bouncing slightly as you rise to stand, sloping gently down from under your moobs. You reach for a blue T-shirt. It couldn't be called roomy; your tummy is filling it out nicely now, pulling it tighter at the back where your love handles are starting to develop above your rear, and it's clinging to your chest and thickened arms, not leaving a lot to the imagination. Even in a looser shirt, it's clear you have a substantial gut on you; the days when you could hide the results of your overindulgence are over for good. Smoothing the shirt down, you finish dressing. Bending to put your socks on is harder than it once was and you puff and grunt just a little as you straighten up. As you fasten the waistband of your pants, and buckle your belt, your protruding belly pushes it down a little and you feel it bite gently into the underside. Now your hungry stomach can't wait any longer and compels you to seek out breakfast.
It's after breakfast, and the hunger pangs have subsided for now. You don't have time to stuff yourself to capacity at the moment, but you're satisfied for now, even though you know you could pack away almost as much again, given the chance. That said, a satisfying breakfast for you is a lot of food; you've eaten enough that your belly seems a little firmer, a little less jiggly than it did. The difference is most marked in the upper part of your gut, between your shallow navel and your moobs; if you could look in a mirror now you'd see that part is fuller, rounded out a little more solidly than it was when you awoke. Fuelled up, you go to set about your day...
Night now and it's almost time to go to bed again after a busy day. This evening you had a stuffing session. You pushed yourself far beyond the level of fullness that you'd get from a normal meal, and you feel magnificent. Not too far in, you were obliged to loosen your belt and then completely unfasten your waistband as your gut engorged, becoming firmer and wider, and jutting out further into your lap. The top part of your belly continued to swell, pushing out far enough that now it no longer slopes as it did this morning, but rounds straight out, magnificently bloated. When you're standing, it's now a true ball belly; sitting, you have to lean back to make room for it in your lap. The top juts out so firmly you could rest a plate of food on there, if you still had room for any more food in your belly. Which you have to admit, you don't.
You're so, so full. The gnawing of hunger has been replaced by the strain of filling your belly way past satiation. It hurts, but it's a good hurt. You're so bloated you can feel the tension in your very skin; you wonder if you might have some new stretchmarks when you wake, or if you've managed to expand your stomach's capacity once more. You know you'll still feel mostly full in the morning. Your belly feels huge, packed solid, too distended to sag or even jiggle except for the layer of fat just under the skin, and your poor T-shirt rode up to your armpits some time ago, unable to contain your expanded dimensions. It won't be long before it's finally too small to wear in public. As you sit there, you can't even see the front of your gut - you can't bend forward far enough - but if you could, you'd see your navel stretched out and even shallower than this morning. Reaching out as far as you can with your phone, you just barely manage to fit your whole belly into the frame to take a selfie. Now that you've recorded your progress, it's time to heave yourself upright, lumber off to bed and get some rest. It'll be another very full day tomorrow...