New Year's Party - Chapter 2

Warning - Contains stuffing, burps, force feeding (and farts, right at the end)

Pain seared through Mercy’s belly. Pharah’s hand left a red print on her belly, which throbbed in time with her pulse. Her belly was already painful from the amount stuffed in it, she didn’t need anything else on top of that.

“Mmnnggg” Mercy groaned, rubbing her belly to ease the pain. “F-fine… J-just a tiny bit, I feel like I’m about to burst”.

“I’ll keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t waddle off anywhere, you get the curry, Sombra.” Pharah said to the other girl. Sombra nodded, and grunted, trying to shift her weight up from the sofa.

“Unf! H-harder than it *URGHP* looks” she panted, trying to rock herself up. On her fifth try she managed to get her stuffed belly out of her seat, and took a moment to catch her balance; her legs weren’t used to supporting extra weight. Pharah looked around to watch Sombra waddle her way to the kitchen, and as she did, Pharah noticed something.

“Mercy! You haven’t even touched your soda!!!” she gasped.

“P-please, I really don’t need any, e-especially if I’m having curry too” She stuttered, trying to avoid eye contact with Pharah.

“Pfft, rubbish!” Pharah said, grabbing the bottle in one hand, and Mercy’s jaw in the other. She forced the girl to look up, and have her mouth slightly open, before she jammed the bottle of soda in Mercy's mouth, upturned.

“MMMPH!!!” Mercy struggled, but there was nothing she could do. She gulped down the soda, every gulp sending a wave of pain into her belly. She could feel her stomach swell up, press more and more into Pharah’s, who let out a small burp from the pressure. Mercy’s belly let out a loud, rumbling gurgle of complaint; it was used to small healthy meals, not all of this junk being forced in it.

Pharah squeezed the bottle. Mercy’s cheeks exploded in size, and her eyes flared open. Her gulps became louder and more pained, more soda forcing its way into her belly with each one.

After what seemed like an eternity, the tide of soda stopped. Mercy collapsed back into the sofa one more, gasping for breath, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Every couple of breaths she let out a huge hiccup, causing her to wince in pain as her belly shifted. She pointed her tired eyes in Pharah’s direction. “T-that really *HIC* w-wasn’t neces-uuuuRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHPPPPPPP.” The deep, rumbling burp sent crumbs flying in Pharah’s direction, shortly followed by a gasp of pain. “w-wasn’t *OUURRP*, *URRRPP*, *BWWOORRPPP* n-n-necessary… hnngggg” Mercy clutched her belly, every burp and hiccup causing it to shudder.

Sombra came back into the room. “Sorry, was a bit hard to find a bowl big enough!” She giggled, waddling back with the curry. She placed the bowl on the table, and looked at Pharah. “May I?” She gestured to Mercy, the poor girl sweating and red in the face, as she still burped and hiccupped.

“Be my guest!” Pharah grinned “I was just thinking of getting myself some dessert anyway.” She pushed herself off Mercy’s lap, who breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure off her thighs and against her belly was gone.

“Haven’t left me much room on her lap, eh?” Sombra smirked, blushing at the size of Mercy’s belly, the fact it was covering more than half of her lap on its own.

“P-please, just *UURPP* get this over with” Mercy sighed, defeated.

Sombra sat her ass down on the sofa next to Mercy, and brought the curry onto her lap, scooping out some, and bringing it up to Mercy’s mouth.

“H-how spicy is it? S-spicy food gives me g-gas…” Mercy’s face blushed bright red, she looked down at what was left of her lap bashfully.

“Mmm… You’ll be fine I think, now open up, piggy!” Sombra giggled.

“P-pigg-? MMMPHH!!!” Sombra pushed the spoon into Mercy’s mouth before she could finish her sentence.

“How is it, dear?” Sombra said, getting ready with the next spoonful. Mercy managed to gulp down the mouthful, a wince on her face before it hit her. Her eyes started to water, and her face flushed until it was a crimson colour.

“Haaahh, haaaahhh!!!” she panted, gasping for breath. It was the spiciest food she had ever had. Despite her dramatic reaction, Sombra kept shovelling it into Mercy’s mouth, forcing the poor girl’s mouth open if she needed to.

As the stuffing went on, Mercy did all she could to ease her belly with her hands. Sweat was dripping off the girl, and her eyes were streaming. Her belly was letting out wetter and wetter sounding gurgles in protest. She was panting at every chance she could, desperate to cool down her burning mouth. But still, the curry kept coming. Her belly came closer and closer to taking up her whole lap, and she was powerless to stop it. More and more stretch marks started forming on the skin.

“Eat up, you greedy piggy, can’t have you going hungry, can we?” Sombra teased, half way through the bowl of curry. At this point it was clear Mercy could barely take any more curry. Her pulse was visible on her belly, her skin stretched to the point you could make out the food churning inside.

Finally Pharah came back with her dessert; a bowl filled with a wide assortment of sweet things. Ice cream, cake, cookies, donuts. All covered with a generous layer of cream.

“Mmm, as much as I’d love for all the curry to end up in Mercy, I think we really ought to stop there… She probably will burst with too much more.” Pharah said, plodding over to the two.

Mercy let out a gasp of thanks as Sombra pulled back the loaded spoon from her lips. “N-need m-milk” Mercy managed to whisper out, in between her heavy pants and winces.

Sombra hopped up from the sofa as fast as she could, and made her way to the kitchen, looking around for milk. She couldn’t find any, but she grabbed the next best thing; a carton of double cream.

She was barely in reach of Mercy before the carton was snatched from her hands, the lid torn off, and the contents being gulped down, despite the huge pain Mercy’s belly was in. Neither Sombra or Pharah had seen one litre of thick cream disappear that quickly. Mercy’s throat was working overtime to funnel all of the liquid down her throat to cleanse the burning.

Once all of the cream was inside her, and her belly and mouth feeling substantially less hot, Mercy let out a deep, sickly belch, and let the carton fall down to her side, leaking out it’s remains onto the sofa. Mercy passed out, her body went limp, and she started snorting as she breathed. Her belly was still gurgling like mad, letting out deep, wet gurgles constantly.

“Well at least she won’t complain about how stuffed she is anymore, eh?” Sombra said, hands on her hips. “Also, I want to try a bit of this curry, see how hot I really made it…” She sat back down, with the bowl on her lap.

Meanwhile Pharah gulped down her dessert, thousands of calories disappearing into her belly in just minutes, after which she let out a satisfied burp. “Mmmm… that’s me done for tonight I think, I’m sooo stuffed”. She patted her belly, which made loud thuds.

Sombra was sweating. “Phew! U-uh *URRRPP* m-maybe this was a bit hotter than I thought” She wiped the sweat forming on her brow off. “Still, would be a shame to let it go *HIC* t-to waste, right?” She fed herself another spoonful.

About half an hour later, Sombra was done with the curry, and Pharah had fallen into a food coma on the sofa. She purred, absentmindedly rubbing her belly.

“Hmmm, *HIC* n-need to find a place to sleep… They said they had a guest bedroom” Sombra muttered to herself. “If I can HNFFF, get up that is!” she gasped as she failed to push herself off the sofa. It wasn’t easy earlier, but she didn’t anticipate how much heavier a kilo of curry had made her belly feel. She could barely get her butt an inch off the sofa before her strength gave out.

“Guess I’m staying here for the night…” She leant over, resting her head on Mercy’s upper arm.

However, all those gurgles in Mercy’s stomach had amounted to something.

A wet, sloppy fart wracked Mercy’s ass, not stopping for a good ten seconds, followed up by several smaller outbursts. Mercy gasped in her sleep.

Sombra’s eye’s shot open, and not before long, the smell drifted to her, enough to cause her to recoil. It was going to be a long night…