Literature
Stuffed Sunday: Large Lunch
Ginny got under five minutes’ rest before Dad ramped the TV volume up to watch a golf replay. She tossed and turned, trying to ignore the noise downstairs and the sharp pains in her overfilled stomach. She wanted a magic phone that could send a text back in time, warning herself to skip breakfast. And they were going to their friends’ for lunch.
She realized she wasn’t getting a nap and got up. Her belly still bulged, but it’d shrank as the food… gas settled. She hoped she’d be back to normal before they left. Without much to do, she stretched. It sent a tinge of pain into her bloated tummy, and she looked at her undergarment-clad reflection in her vanity mirror.
Gross. I still look like a balloon. She patted her belly and turned. She exaggerated, but still retained a food baby. Yuck, I should burn this off, like, now, she mused, dropping onto the floor and positioning to do sit-ups. Her stomach didn’t take to compression; she managed six reps before it was too much, and
