Watermelon Breakthrough

This… this was a mistake, wasn’t it…? Ok, so… sure, maybe she could do it. She had been getting better at bloating, after all, but… but STILL… could she really manage all of… this…?

Mindy stared down at her goal for the night. A watermelon. A whole watermelon, all for her. And not some tiny baby melon. This was a HEFTY boi. This was a twenty-freaking-five-pound melon! Sure, some of that weight was in the rind (which Mindy would not be eating). But she’d done the research! She’d done the math! It was about a seven to three ration of good melon flesh to gross rind. So this fat-ass melon had about EIGHTEEN POUNDS of good eats in it!

And Mindy, being the horny dumb-ass she was, planned to eat it. All of it. This little one-oh-six-pound gremlin was planning on shoving all of that delicious melon meal into her tiny tummy. All in the name of horny curiosity to see if she even could.

The slim woman paced around her kitchen, feeling antsy. It wasn’t like it was that much more than her record, right? Her mythical eight-liter belly, which she’d only managed to achieve once on her first try, had been sixteen pounds! That was almost eighteen pounds, right? And she’d been training her capacity for almost a month at this point, bloating up on a semi-daily basis (even if she usually only reached a gallon). SURELY, with all that practice, she could quaff this entire melon… right?

Oh, who was Mindy kidding? She leaned against the counter, grimacing. She’d been chasing that feeling of fully-tight orgasmic bliss this whole time and had nothing to show for it except for a lot of recyclables, a slightly lighter bank account, and a lost pound from all of the fevered exercise she’d been doing to counteract her favorite sports drink’s sugar.

But still…

Mindy couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of all that watermelon. She’d deliberately gone without eating since waking up that morning in preparation for this. Now both her libido and her body were demanding that delectable fruit feast. Mindy’s self-doubt was being out-voted two-to-one.

With a sigh (and a *gulp* of anticipation), Mindy picked up the large knife she’d gotten out. She deftly cut the melon in half, slicing through the tough rind with a single practiced motion. She liked watermelon, ok? It was healthy and she could eat her fill without worrying about putting on weight. Her hope was that, just like with her first experience with her sports drinks, her love of that juicy melon would propel her to new depths of hedony.

Now with the melon cut into two hefty domes, Mindy traded her knife for a spoon. She scooped out a good-sized chunk of melon but didn’t try to it eat it yet. She gulped again. God, she hoped her body would let her have this…

The first bite was heavenly. It was crisp, still having that tiny bit of resistance that a good melon has, and so juicy that there was liquid running down Mindy’s throat before she had even finished chewing. She swallowed. Her stomach growled angrily, demanding more. And with an excited grin, Mindy was all-too-happy to comply.

She scooped out another hunk of melon, doing so not nearly as carefully as the first. She shoved it into her mouth, just about crooning at the taste and mouth-feel. She didn’t even bother fully chewing, instead letting the torrent of watery melon juices carry the half-crushed melon down her throat. She licked her lips and kept going.

Mindy leaned against the counter with one hand, happily swinging her hips back and forth behind her as she shoveled spoonful after spoonful of melon into her hungry maw. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she noticed the slightest bit of extra weight building up inside of her already. She was going to do it. She was! The whole damn thing, all in one sitting! And it was going to be GLORIOUS!

After a couple of minutes of feverish eating, Mindy set her spoon down for a moment. She belched wetly, smacking her lips. She looked down at herself. She had a cute little food baby now, clearly visible below her modest chest hanging down. She wasn’t wearing a bra or top or anything because… well, why would she? She was home alone and anything she wore was gonna get soaked in melon, so why bother? Plus, she was gonna take it off anyways afterward (or even partway through), so she was just saving herself time.

Mindy patted her still small belly, then instantly regretted her decision. Ewwww, sticky melon fingers… she grimaced. It was gonna happen eventually anyway, in all likelihood, but still… damn it. She shook her head. Back on track, Mindy! More melon goodness awaits!

Mindy picked her spoon back up and resumed carving away at the juicy red melon. She was maybe a third of the way through this half, so… three pounds? Damn, she was already three pounds in? Well, that was only a liter and a half, so it wasn’t that much, but still…

A confused gurgle rose up from Mindy’s belly as she swallowed yet another oversized chunk of melon. Her body seemed to be catching up with her feasting, realizing that it was no longer completely empty. That wasn’t a great sign. Mindy started eating faster, a new spoonful coming towards her lips even before she had swallowed the previous delivery. Her best chance at success was to reach that point she had hit in her first bloat where her body gave up fighting BEFORE it started fighting in the first place! And there was NO chance of that happening if she started to feel sick this early on!

Juice dripped down around Mindy’s mouth, splattering on the counter below. She could feel spoke of the drops trickling down her neck towards her chest, but she couldn’t care about that at the moment. She was in overdrive mode, glutting herself with melon as fast as she could. Just a little more, Mindy! That wonderful moment of freedom happened at around five liters last time, so if she could just reach the equivalent…! Half the melon was nine pounds, so just a pound short of two liters, but there was also some solidity to this, so maybe it would be good enough! Just… a bit… more…!

Mindy dropped her spoon as her hand raced to her mouth. She retched, her stomach convulsing. Down, stomach! Keep it DOWN! Mindy shook her head, saliva building up in her mouth. She hadn’t made it. She had maybe a sixth of the melon half left, but she couldn’t do it now. Mindy swallowed repeatedly, battling her stomach to keep her precious melon inside.

After two minutes of constant swallowing, Mindy’s gut finally relented and settled down. Only then did the redhead dare to move. She slowly stood upright, groaning. Another failure. Still, her belly had gotten nice and tight from this. She’d managed what seemed like more than a gallon’s worth of melon, so her stomach has started adopting that rounded look that Mindy so loved.

She massaged her stomach as she rested against her counter, sighing. She felt good right now. Certainly good enough to be able to have some fun. But she also felt… unfulfilled.

Mindy made her way over to her sink, careful to not disturb her gurgling contents, and grabbed a rag. She washed off her hands, then used warm water to wipe all of the sticky melon juice off of herself. As she finished with her neck and chest and reached her gut, she bit her lip. God, that warm rag felt good on her tight skin… she tossed the rag aside and grabbed her lotion (which she’d started keeping in the kitchen lately). She glooped some onto her belly and started rubbing. The immediate cool on her warmed belly felt even better~.

The bloated artist moaned softly as she rubbed her bulbous belly all over. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She went to leave the kitchen and head to her bedroom, but as she did, the bright red of her melon caught her eye. She froze. She… damn it, if she puked, her whole mood would be ruined… but she wanted it… she wanted it SO badly… so very very badly…

Damn it, body, you better fucking do it right this time.

Mindy returned to the melon and picked her spoon back up. She scraped out some of the melon flesh on the side that she’d missed in her haste earlier, then held it up to her nose. She couldn’t tell if the saliva building in her mouth was from horny, hungry, or nausea… she opened her mouth, slid the spoon in, and closed her eyes. It… actually, she could barely taste the melon anymore. It was just a wet, slightly sweet lump in her mouth. Was that a good or bad thing? Who knows? She chewed, then swallowed.

She waited a few seconds. Apart from a disgruntled gurgle, no response. She scraped out some more melon, ate it, then waited. Scrape, eat, wait, repeat. Scrape, eat, wait repeat. In this fashion, Mindy cleaned out the remaining sixth of the first melon half.

She stabbed her spoon into the second half and stared down at the empty husk of rind. All that melon was in her now. Her belly was just as rounded and as much of a dome as a whole half of a watermelon. The mere thought of that made a spike of heat spark in her toes and quickly travel north, and actually reaching down and feeling her solid, lotioned gut made that heat nestle right in the appropriate place. But she wasn’t done yet. Mindy wasn’t quite sure if she had managed to reach that Nirvana-esque state of gluttony that she’d had before yet, but with a heavy, nine-pound gut under her fingers, this was her best attempt yet. And she was NOT about to let it go to waste.

Mindy leaned against the counter once more as she ate, though it was more to brace herself now than to keep her mouth close to the melon. Her stomach pulled heavily at her middle, hanging down even further than her dangling breasts. She ate slowly, trying her best to not aggravate her dangerously full belly.

A third of the second half was gone. Mindy was getting too excited for her own good. Every bite seemed to be making her belly tighter, every bite pulling her belly further down under the weight of gravity. And she didn’t feel sick. She really had done it! What was the spark? She’d done just about everything she’d done today in previous attempts, so what was- ah, fuck it. Now wasn’t thinking time! It was eating time! Put more in! Make the belly fuller! Tighter! BIGGER!

But a little past the two-thirds mark, Mindy hit a wall. She panted, clutching her poor belly. It had started to ache from fullness. Mindy’s legs trembled, which was understandable. She had over fifteen extra pounds on her small frame right now, after all. She shook her head. She couldn’t do this. Her belly was too heavy, too full, and she’d been standing for too long. She needed to sit or lay down. But she was so stuffed that she was afraid she’d burst, vomit, climax, or do all three if she moved.

Mindy was well and truly stuck, immobilized by her own swollen gut. What a concept.

But she couldn’t let it end here. She was so close- SO close! She grit her teeth. Ok, ok- she could do this. She slowly rose up, standing near upright. Her skin tightened even further, making her knees even weaker than they had already been. Mindy swayed on her feet for a moment but forced herself to concentrate. She reached out and picked up the remaining melon, which felt so oddly light in her hand. Most of the weight was inside her now, after all.

Slowly, but surely, Mindy shuffled her way to her bedroom. Her stomach was putting pressure on her lungs from how overfull she was, making each breath short and heavy. It was a long, arduous task, but eventually, Mindy settled heavily onto her cool sheets.

She moaned tensely as she got comfortable, feeling her belly slosh from all the melon’s water as she shifted around. A particularly violent gurgle emanated from the depths of her guts, and then-

*BRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOORRRRPP*

Mindy was left breathless after the massive belch. Her legs squirmed. She needed to hurry up or her body wouldn’t be able to take it anymore! She hastily leaned herself up against her pillows, then grabbed her spoon and started eating again.

The dull ache in her stomach slowly grew as Mindy recklessly gulped down the remaining melon. She had returned to her original tactic of shoveling the juicy fruit into her mouth, desperate to make herself as full and heavy as possible before she couldn’t contain her euphoria anymore. And the ache only made that task even more challenging, with every dull pang reminding Mindy of just how heavy and massive she had become.

Juice dripped onto Mindy’s chest and orb-like belly as she ate, stickying her pale skin. Her chest heaved for breath in between bites, sweat starting to coat her body. Her belly trembled from the effort of containing so much. She was moaning between pants and panting between bites.

She was nearly done, so very nearly. Her stomach hurt so badly, her skin stretched painfully taut over the heaps of melon she had forced down her throat. Her legs squirmed underneath where her own belly was pinning them, heat flooding the very depths of her body. So close- she was so- very- very- CLOOOOOSSEE-!

Mindy tossed the husk of the melon aside. She panted and moaned, fingers leaving trails of sticky juice over her rock-hard belly as she desperately rubbed it. She could hardly even press down anymore, and when she did, she could feel sharp bursts of blissful discomfort. It was so heavy in her lap, so painfully tight-!

Practically drooling, Mindy worked one hand underneath her mound of a belly while the other kept up the pressure. Her eyes rolled up in her head as her spine arched. Now THIS is what she’d been looking for-!

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Mindy laid on her living room carpet, groaning. Eating eighteen pounds of watermelon had felt so good, but dealing with the aftermath was even worse than the eight-liter bloat. At least with the sports drink, all the liquid had wanted to come out only one exit. Yeesh.

Still, it had totally been worth the unpleasantness, without question. And her fans seemed to agree. Despite her post-climax and food binge exhaustion, Mindy had hauled herself up (resulting in another round of ecstasy just from how much heavier she felt standing up) and waddled off to throw on a skimpy top (which looked more like a bra than the well-fitting tank-top it usually was) and bottoms to take some pics. She may be mostly known for her artwork online, but her numbers had gotten some pleasant growth after her eight-liter tum pics, so she figured that a full melon belly would earn some interest as well.

And boy had she been right. She’d gained fifty followers on Twitter and eighteen new patrons just in the last couple hours, plus all the lovely likes, retweets, and not-so-lovely comments. Well, they were still nice, but in a horny and kinda gross way instead of an ambiguous way. Still, attention was attention, and Mindy was loving it. Maybe she should do some structured IRL tum content? Add in a weekly self-tum to her regular art output or something? Or maybe see if livestreams were worth doing? This could be a total goldmine, waiting to be tapped…

Mindy’s stomach let out a loud, distorted gurgle, making still-bloated redhead grimace. Whatever she did, it was not going to be with watermelon again. She’d have to find a new way to puff up her tum to the extreme again. Not that she was complaining about the chance to experiment, of course~.