Hey y’all - I wrote some fairly popular fetish fics on deviantart back in the day but never posted any here. I’ve been getting back into writing recently and wanna share what I’m working on; in this age of AI, picking up the figurative pencil again feels great. It’s shamelessly, heavily inspired by @KB1994 (guess which fic)
I’m vvv into belly stuffing so that’s the main focus, but there will be plenty of burps later on. I’d love to hear what y’all think and I’m down to write suggestions into future chapters :)
chapter 1
Sherry was objectively underweight, which at her height of 4’11” made her lighter than what she saw even the wimpier guys benching at the rec. She went to the rec often, though never the strength section. She was usually hitting the indoor track, or, like today, the badminton court. Her study group liked to play together on Tuesdays as a slightly nerdy way to burn off stress after COMP 312.
“All you!” Yi shouted. Sherry snapped out of her daydreaming just in time to watch the birdie land smack down about two feet to her left. She picked it up with a laugh, trying to play off her distraction.
“My bad…” She’d rather they not know that she was distracted by her new gym crush taking a bench right behind their court. Today he was wearing a sleeveless shirt with what looked like a metal band name on it. Last week, it was an MIT hoodie. A man who could do both, Sherry thought, even more smitten as he loaded up to push an intimidating 225 lbs.
Sherry’s study group wrapped up their game (with only a couple more distracted misses) and went their separate ways; it was dinnertime and she, like many people on her campus, commuted. Living with her often-overbearing parents and 18-year-old sister could be claustrophobic, but it saved money while staying close to her high school friends.
On the short drive home, Sherry thought about dinner. Historically a healthy girl, the rigors of her comp sci degree pushed superfluous tasks like eating and sleeping to the bottom of her to-do list. Her parents didn’t push too hard, respecting that school comes first, but it had reached a tipping point after her latest doctor’s appointment. She had to put on at least 15 pounds of permanent weight – ideally, more like 30 – ASAP or she’d start to risk real health issues.
Emphasis on permanent weight, because she could probably hop on a scale and make it show an extra 15 lbs tonight if she really wanted. Sherry could eat.
A “talent” known only to her close family and as few others as possible, Sherry’s stomach was a force of nature. She didn’t even like eating, let alone overeating, but on the rare occasion she found herself particularly stressed or indulgent over a holiday, she could put away food and drink until her flat midriff looked like a basketball. Much to her chagrin, her parents saw this as the perfect way to meet the doctor’s orders.
“Oh good, sweetie, you’re home! Since it’s the first night of your diet, I made your favorite. Bacon mac and cheese!” Sherry’s mom called out from the kitchen.
“Oh, thanks, it smells good…” She’d normally be thrilled by a home-cooked meal, but she knew tonight her whole family was expecting her to binge it all in front of them. Just smelling the warm bacon, onions, and cheddar from the kitchen nearly set her into fight or flight. Her little sister coming down the stairs didn’t help.
Jenny was taller and beefier than Sherry, taking more after their father. Her maturity did not scale with her size. “Oooh, sis is gonna show off her skills tonight! Can I pleeeaaase post it on TikTok this time? Seriously, your food baby would go viral!”
“Jenny, stop teasing your sister! She’s embarrassed enough already.” This made Jenny lay off, rolling her eyes, but only made Sherry more uncomfortable. She felt herself sweating through her already sweaty gym shirt.
“I-I’ll be there in a sec, I’m just gonna change real quick.” Sherry hopped upstairs, needing to get away if only for a moment. After calming down and changing into an oversized hoodie, she came back to find her mom and sister sat in front of the TV. They each had a modest plate of mac and cheese, while Sherry’s usual spot had the entire remainder of the pot sat in front of it.
“Oh booooo, how can we see the pasta baby through that hoodie?” Jenny heckled, already forking her plate down.
Sherry’s mom ignored her and turned to Sherry. “Dr. Fassman said you should do your best to finish it all this time, kiddo. You know I’ll be full after half my plate so eat up!” She gave her clearly anxious daughter a soft smile.
The three of them occasionally had TV dinners like this while Sherry’s dad was at work. While her parents were traditional in the sense that they liked the *whole family at the dinner table, phones away* sort of routine, her dad often got stuck working late. A small sacrifice, they figured, for earning enough money at a cushy accounting firm to put his two daughters through college and give their mother the flexibility to pursue her own hobbies while taking care of the housework. Including her excellent cooking.
“Thanks…” Sherry began digging in, awkwardly forking over the top of a full cooking pot while her sister and mom ate off normal plates. Realizing Sherry might be there for a while, her mom suggested “why don’t we put on a movie?”
Sherry nodded happily. A long distraction and excuse to turn off the lights should divert some attention and give plenty of time to finish her prescribed mountain of carbs. Even with her capacity, Sherry wasn’t the fastest eater. Her mom flipped on a sci-fi flick that was new on streaming and they settled in.
Barely 15 minutes in and Jenny scraped the crumbs off her plate. “Mommm, can I have seconds?”
“Sorry hon, your sister needs the leftovers. Why don’t you take what’s left off mine?”
Jenny grumbled as she accepted her mom’s plate. “How come Sherry gets to eat so much?”
“Sweetie, you know what the doctor said. Besides, it’s not like you could eat that whole pot by yourself!” But Sherry certainly could, Sherry thought to herself bitterly. She regretted ever letting her family see her true capacity. Thanksgiving 2023 was a mistake…
By the end of the movie, she had cleaned the pot: the better part of two boxes of pasta, a whole pack of bacon, and God knows how much of her mom’s five-cheese recipe. Easily 4+ pounds, it was a hefty meal even for her, if nowhere near her limit. Still, her gut bulged against her oversized hoodie like a balloon strapped to her frail upper body. Before the credits could finish rolling, she took her silverware to the kitchen and began waddling upstairs, clutching her gut, before Jenny could make any snide comments.
“Oh, Sherry? Before you go upstairs, I need you to make sure you’re tending to your diet at school tomorrow. As much as I love cooking for you, Dr. Fassman said regular eating is important!”
“Yeah Sherry, regular eating is important!” Jenny echoed.
Sherry groaned and belched under her breath, some heavy cream nearly coming back up during the 8-second prolonged eruption. She groaned. “Got it, mom!” This was going to be a long rest of the semester.