"Whoo..." The team collapsed on the bleachers and awaited the verbal beating from Coach Jim. It was a hot day to be all decked out in softball gear and the team had just worked their butts off trying to take down Poplarville, the toughest team in the division. The coach removed his cap and began calmly. "You girls... I must say, you girls are..." and then he let them have it... "The WORST softball team I have ever seen in my life!" The next five minutes went on like usual, with lessons on running and pitching and catching and swinging. It was too hot to even pay attention anymore.
Jill sat in the top row of the bleachers. She leaned against the back railing and sucked the last sips of water from her dusty bottle, hoping that salvation would soon come in the form of the sentence "You may all go home now." She couldn't wait to head home, peel off her sweaty socks and jersey, and take a relaxing bath. The thought of comfort made her grin. Finally, Coach Jim couldn't find enough voice to scream anymore, and waved the girls away as if he were shooing a stray dog. "Yes!" Jill shouted out loud, and she ran to her car with a smile on her face. As she jogged, her body jiggled slightly in the tight outfit with every step. She had an athletic build that was muscular, but not completely lean. She was shorter, about 5'4'', roughly 115 pounds. Her long, dirty-blonde hair bounced as she ran, as did her slightly above-average chest. Large, blue eyes, a couple cutesy freckles, and a bright smile made her one of the most attractive things running the bases at most of the games, and the swaying of her wide hips didn't hurt either. There was no denying that she was cute for an 18 year old softball player. Especially with the two dark strips of eye-black smeared on her cheeks.
Right as Jill put her bags in the back seat and slammed the door, her friend Bree called to her from across the parking lot. Bree was standing with a few other girls from the team, and they motioned Jill over. "Great, I'll never get that bath..." Jill begrudgingly jogged over to the pack and forced a smile. "What's up guys?" Bree grabbed her arm and giggled, "You're comin' with us to go get pizza. NOW!" The girls all laughed, including Jill, and piled into a mini van belonging to one of the team members. The ride only took about 15 minutes, and when they arrived Jill found that she was feeling pretty empty from all that running. She stepped out of the van and was greeted with the neon "PIZZA LAND" sign on top of the familiar building. The team went here all the time. The shower could wait, Jill's belly gurgled, alerting that it wanted pizza first.
Inside the little resturant, the team piled into a few of the open booths. The place was a buffet, so they left their purses and luggage and darted straight to the rows of pizza pies lined against the wall. Jill loaded her plate with a mountain of slices of all kinds, and even brought an extra slice back using her teeth. The other girls laughed and did the same. As they munched and giggled to one another, Jill noticed Bree staring at her from across the table. She laughed with her cheeks full of food, and mumbled "Hi Bwee." Bree chuckled, and then swallowed her last bite of a slice of pepperoni. "You know, Jill..." she began with a tone that could only usher in a challenge. "I bet I could polish off way more than you could. I mean, why not get our money's worth?" Jill squinted at Bree. The girls looked at each other, then to their plates, and the challenge was on.
Jill and Bree dug into their next pieces like they were never going to be fed again. A flurry of sauce and cheese sprayed in all directions, causing the other girls who had become spectators to shield themselves with their hands. No sooner were the first slices sliding down the girls' throats, and they were on to their seconds. Both girls were going strong, and nothing could stop them... Except maybe thirst. They both took enough of a breather to mutter what they wanted. "Water!" sprayed Bree through her packed lips. Jill belted out her favorite soda. "Root Beer!"
By the time several bottles of each drink were brought out, the girls had demolished slice number five. Their paces had both slowed a bit, but they were still going strong on round six. Bree started to leave her crust, which she declared wasn't cheating. Jill ferociously shoved hers in along with the rest of the slice. She was a true champion, and she'd prove it. Rounds seven through ten went decreasingly smoothly, until the girls agreed to take a short break from their fressing. Bree rubbed her sore stomach and burped, which made all the girls laugh. Jill's gut was so distended, that she had to unbutton her tight softball pants to make extra room. Then she too patted and caressed her strained tummy. A few of the girls gasped when they saw just how large it was and a few even looked away in disgust. "This is gross... Fat asses... It looks painful..." were a few of the comments. A few belches later, the girls were ready to go again. However, neither of them felt as confident about the next batch...
Another 15 minutes went by with nothing but the sounds of two gluttonous girls stuffing their faces with more cheese and dough than all of Italy could consume. They were on slices 19 for Jill, and 17 for Bree. Their now tremendous midsections had actually become wedged inbetween their seats and the table, so the rest of the team slid it out from between them (with much difficulty). Bree was ready to pass out. Her stomach was bigger than a beach ball, and she was having trouble breathing. She swallowed a few more mouthfuls and sighed in near-defeat. Jill was even worse off. She was cringing from the pain of her gigantic, weather balloon-sized belly stretching her stressed skin further and further. She'd asked the girls to remove her shoes and socks so that she could crinkle her toes from the discomfort. She took a break after slice 19 to rest and pant for awhile. Bree was all but finished. She patted her firm, over filled gullot and leaned back against the seat. Jill, however, was out to impress. She wanted to continue, despite the feeling that she couldn't possibly hold anymore and the teasing from some of the other girls. She was a champion, and she'd prove it.
A few minutes passed, and Bree's stomach had begun to settle. The water in her stomach was soaking into all the dough and cheese, and she started to feel more content in her accomplishment. Jill, on the other hand, had returned to binging on the rest of the pizza in the resturant. She downed slices 20, 21, 22, 25, 30... But then, on slice 33, she started to struggle. Her monsterous belly was the size of a cow, and it gleamed from the sticky sweat that had leaked out through her over-stretched pores. At this point, she managed to wriggle completely out of her pants, and her shirt was stressed up around her bellowing chest. It hurt so much, yet somehow, felt so good.
The other girls rushed to try and comfort Jill, being as she looked like she could just burst from all of the pressure. "Jill, maybe you should just stop eating..." Most of the girls were cautiously petting Jill's massive girth, trying to sooth away the fierce pain that made Jill moan in both agony and pleasure. The others, however, were apalled by the size of the bloated girl, and had begun making malevolent remarks. "Careful girls, looks like that zit's ready to pop!... I didn't know they served whales here!... Hey, anybody got a hair pin?..." Jill could barely hear them, but she tried to shrug them off and focus on containing the unreal quantity of dough, cheese, and sauce that was reacting with her stomach acids. Suddenly, her belly made a loud, rumbling noise. The girls all jumped back as Jill moaned and rubbed the sides of her gut. Then, her belly groaned again, this time shaking a bit. "Get her something to drink! Maybe that'll settle her down." shouted one of the helpful girls. Another young lady grabbed a 2 liter bottle of root beer from Jill's stash, unscrewed the cap, and shoved in in Jill's face. As the sticky, bubbly liquid chugged down her throat, Jill could feel that something wasn't right. The last of the bottle contents filled Jill's over-taxed tummy to it's near-absolute limits, causing her to swell like a helpless water balloon. "Oops..." shuttered the girl with the empty bottle, as she backed away into the crowd. For the moment, though, Jill seemed calm, and content. But then, she felt something deep inside her begin to stir...
Suddenly, Jill's belly gurgled and groaned as it began to softly vibrate. Then, a faint hissing could be heard from within the gargantuan bubble that was Jill's stomach. A girl in the crowd shrieked, "Oh my gosh, she's... blowing up!" Indeed, all of that carbonated soda had mixed with the gassy sauce and cheese combination, and was transforming rapidly into gas. "H-Help... me... please..." mumbled Jill, but it was too late. The poor girl was doomed. She inflated quickly past any kind of safe limits, and was had begun to creak like a balloon left on an open helium tank. Soon, her entire body started to expand. Her breasts filled up to the size of beach balls, and nearly smothered her as they tore out of her tiny shirt and threatened to bust her constricting bra. Her butt and thighs plumped , and she yelped at the feeling of her overly-strained panties cutting into her ever-tightening flesh. Her calves rounded out until they were big and shiny, and ever her hands and feet bloated up to the point where her finger and toe nails struggled to hold on. Tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks to tickle her incredibly full boobs. She winced in distress as long, red stretch marks formed across the surface of her taut, creamy skin. Her dangerously bloated belly creaked and groaned constantly, and she had become almost transparent. The crowd panicked and started to take cover.
"She's huge!"
"She doesn't have much longer, run!"
"Poor thing, look at her... She's ready to pop!"
"Everybody get back, she's gonna blow!"
Jill was now at critical mass. Her body simply could not hold another ounce of anything, food, soda, or gas. She'd grown so big, that she nearly rubbed the ceiling with her belly button, which had popped out from the pressure. She was leaking slightly from her nails, nipples, and... other places, and small holes even started to form in her over-stretched hide. Then, with no more room to stretch, swell, bloat or expand, Jill got tighter, and tighter, and tighter, until...
KABLAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!!
Jill's gigantic belly finally burst like an overinflated balloon! Remnants of food and what was once Jill's athletic body were scattered across the room, coating everyone and everything in the poor, exploded girl. The team mate that had poored the soda sat in shock, and looked around guiltily. Then, everyone turned to Bree, who's belly was still full and tight...