Kat tried very hard to not enjoy this, or at least tried hard to not look like she was enjoying this; she was failing spectacularly at both. It didn't matter what her taunting mother put in front of her mouth, Kat would begin chewing and swallowing and licking her fingers before it had even registered to her that she'd finished the first morsel. Her shirt filled up with more and more Kat-belly as the evening proceeded, well beyond tge shirt's intended size.
"Mom, p-please", she groaned, slouching in her chair an hour later. "I-I'm getting so... Heeeeuuuuuuurrrp full!"
"Well, then, Fat Kat," her mother chided, "just stop eating what's in front of you! Don't you even have the willpower for that??"
Kat attempted to clamp her mouth shut as her mother wafted a doughnut underneath her nose, but it was no use; the baked good was devoured near-whole like the rest, Kat's soft dome belly aching to accommodate.
It was then that she felt a wet gurgle, deep in her belly. "Oh, fuck, nooo!" Kat groaned in her mind, as she shifted in her chair. She began slowly massaging her wide belly, the gurgling becoming louder and louder.
"Oh, Kat," her mother clucked, "Got a bellyache? Here, let me help with that."
Her mother took her thumb, and with increasing pressure, began pressing down on her gut. Kat groaned, loudly. It was all she could do! Eventually, she opened her plump lips and a wet, bellowing Bheeeeeeeellllch! erupted sloppily from her mouth. As she did so, the top button on her pants careened off, her gut pooching forth another few inches.
"Oh, golly, Kat! You really are becoming a slob!" her mother crooned. She grabbed a handful of cookie dough, and grimaced as her daughter instinctively gobbled it up. "Here, Kat... Have a glass of milk to wash it all down."
Her mother took a carton of milk, pressed it to Kat's lips, and slowly started tipping it. Kat greedily swallowed it down, her throat making a comical Gulp!... Gulp!... Gulp!... noise. All the while, her mother continued to deeply rub her indigestive belly.
Kat groaned and moaned, feeling gas bubble after gas bubble churn in her swollen belly. "I-... I cagn't... Kheep it in..." she pleaded between milk-swallows to her unresponsive mother. Finally, she made an elongated groan; it was just too much pressure. She closed her eyes as she fiercely blushed...
Phhhhhhbbbbbbrrraaaaappphhhhhhht!
Oh, fuck, finally: relief. The fart filled the air, and her mother looked immediately disgusted.
"Well, Kat? How do you feel? Because you and Sean have no one to blame but yourselves! You want to blow up like a prize hog- Fine! But I won't allow any going back on your decision now! From now on, I'm only allowing you junk food, sweets, soda... You're not going back to a respectable, skinny life anytime soon!"
Her mother strutted out of the kitchen fiercely, wafting the air away from her nose. Kat was left alone, unable to get up, only able to hold and attempt to sooth her gassy, milk-filled water balloon belly. "I-I can't hold it in.... " she whined to herself, farting loudly again and again.
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