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'Wow, this is hard' thought the young writer, sitting on his chair, in his well lit room, prepared to start this interesting challenge he's heard so much about. According to his recently made buds, this challenge consisted in the writer to take an hour (Or in some cases, an hour and half) to write a complete story (Short story to be precise) about whatever you want. In this case, about bellies swelling; and in his case, popping at the end. Now what he didn't see coming was that it would be difficult to write a story, not because ideas would be hard to come by, though that is the case here, but also because he'd need to proof read this and make sure what he's writing comes out exactly how it appears in his mind, and not with words missing in pages.

Although now that he thinks of it, he doesn't know what this one hour (and a half) session consists of, does it include the brainstorming? The proof reading? The setting up the program? Did he cheat when he began trying to think of a story to write before he sat and began writing? He doesn't know, all he knows is that time is passing a lot faster than he thought it would.

Now off to the belly bursting, that's the hard part. In order for this to go smoothly, he would need to know exactly what to pop. But he doesn't. He believes most writers achieve this challenge because they have a favorite topic, or in this case a favorite type of person to pop. This writer has SOME idea of what he wants to pop, but he can't just stop writing now and think what he should pop, he should keep this going and see where it'll take him, whether to the best dang story he's every written, or the story that'll be the stepping stone of multiple errors that'll take him to the greatest story he’s ever written! Both sound very good, so the writer will keep writing.

Now, what will he pop? It certainly would be a creature, yes. A large creature who finds herself in a buffet table? Or would she be stealing from the food storage. Hmm? A Buffet would allow more creativity, given one never knows what they'll find in a buffet. Let's make it a Vegas-style buffet, since according to that movie, it has a bit of everything and the writer will find out what he'll love to stuff his character with. Though thinking back, none of the other writers have a favorite to stuff their character with. Or do they? You never pay attention to those small details, maybe that's why you find so much new stuff when you read a story twice. Maybe.

Alright alright, so we have the setting, now the entrance, yes. The creature kicks the door open, eyeing the buffet table hungrily... hungrily? No, no. More like... ravenously, yeah, that's better. This creature, with her wide grin or... sharp teeth, yes. Her sharp grin (That sounds gooood) stretching from ear to ear (Not literally of course, you do love your cartoon aspects), closes in on the buffet, scaring everyone around her. Let’s say this beast is... plump? Naw, full figured? Maybe just a bit on the... thin side, yeah, something about it just seems... full figure it is!

Alright, so now that stuffing, how will it go down? Describe every morsel that she grabs, maybe, but I could risk sounding boring and having readers skip. (Heaven knows you've done it) Maybe, we can describe how each plate of food she serves herself is being scarfed down ferociously as the beast enjoys her "All you can eat buffet" with glee (that's an adjective right? did I say that correctly?). Anywho, I'll just describe how her belly inches forward, with each plate that is emptied in her growing gut, she manages to look like she's well into her food pregnancy, the belly growing and morphing into a tank of food, trying to hold in the vast amount of food the foolish beast keeps feeding it.

Oh wait, I forgot to give a reason for her to do this! Umm.... she's a tourist who came to this Vegas like area to enjoy herself when suddenly her stomach began to grumble, and it just so happens that she's a big eater! This.... mysterious creature find the bar and ends up where she is now! Eating plate upon plate of delicious food, having her belly grow larger and larger, trying to contain this onslaught. There we go!

Now where were we? Ah yes, she was already showing. Would she be naked? Would this be one of those worlds where no one wears clothing unless it’s a uniform? 'Maybe she can be a bit clothed... maybe. I don't know, I don't really envision those kinds of things unless mention any article of clothing within the story. That is to say, if the story is about a mystical or mysterious creature that eats until she pops.' The writer is losing focus and time and... Oh... well you have plenty of time! Where are we again? Oh right, the probably clothed beast is enjoying herself a nice hefty meal, plate upon plate being emptied into the belly... you already said this.

Alright, I believe around this part is where the beast realizes she has grown prominently, or will this be one of those stories where she doesn't stop until it’s too late? Will her gluttony be her ultimate demise or will she doomed by her own curiosity? Well, the reader will have to read and find out, because the writer certainly doesn't know. Anywho, yeah, she would be the size of a beach ball... or an exercise ball, I don't know. At what size would I stop her, her and her straining belly? Yes, the belly, these descriptions are what activates the imaginative powers of the readers and the goal of every writer, to make this part enjoyable!

Now the belly would be creaking and groaning, begging the eater to cease its indulgent feat, the feeder obviously feeling the strain on her belly, knowing that continuing this path will lead to her demise... or does she? Can she be for certain? Will she ignore the pleads of her gurgling belly, swelling upon the massive intake of food that is suffered? She better not, otherwise I just wrote a story where a chick is happy with her size and sleeps it off and wakes up several pounds heavier... you never really like those kind of stories, but hey, everyone is different. You yourself want bellies to explode while others would squirm upon reading it. Well I gotta respect each other’s fetishes.

Now this belly, it strains and groans, but it doesn't creak, no. Creaking announces the inevitable coming and it means the end to the vast orb that used to be the beast belly. But we're not there yet; this beast will continue to indulge in the feast, growing large enough to knock the table over look titanic in comparison to what it was earlier. You'd even dare to call it... Leviathan. But we all know, actually no, only you know what the word leviathan makes you think of, you and the only other person you've told... you and your big fingers (ha-ha, I meant mouth!).

You keep trailing off into your thoughts, this is probably why it takes a week for you to casually write a well written story that interests barely anyone to comment, alright, you're doing it again!

This belly, this belly. Oh, and the person attached to it, can't make her disappear. Nope, she’s connecting to it, after all! She would be in immense discomfort as she realizes that all her eating has brought her to her probable demise, only we know that it's inevitable, for our poppers, they think they still have a chance, and that small struggle that really sells it, the rubbing of the belly, the cooing of their voice, the pleading to stay together, to let the beast enjoy feeling her belly this grand. We might go a different path and show the total denial of the beast upon noticing the convulsion and the creaking of the belly, the dangerous swelling, obviously this beast thinks she can out last it, that she can live another day. How she curses the air, declaring that such a "small" feast won't be the end of her. She struggles, the belly gurgles and we read how the belly swells one more inch.

And now, for the climax... will it happen as the beast is cursing and cut her in mid-sentence? Will she appear possessed as she arches her back, and her eyes roll back and her mouth hangs agape? Will she scream in pain as the inevitable happens? Or shall we pop her off screen as we concentrate on the perspective of another passerby? But this would mean I would have included him in the story, he was probably butler warning her not to eat the last piece, or the fiend who stuffs her that final piece, or maybe it'll be the hero who strikes the final blow? Maybe we can forget about person number two and comment on how this beast, despite it all, fails.

I'd probably go with that, I've written all sorts of endings (not really), where the belly blasts off screen, or on video, or in public as they all freak out, and even as the fiend watches it burst... wait, did I do that last part? I don't know, all I know is that writing a story bursts at the end practically writes half the ending itself, you just have to fill in the blanks.

For certain the ending will consist of the tremendous belly, after all the food it has consumed, finally detonates in a resounding BANG! Or maybe an amazing KABOOM! Or be creative and make up a word like KERBLUMF! Either way, we know that the food gets scattered, or maybe it splatters everywhere? Did she chew the food or eat it whole? These are the questions the writer asks and reader ignores.

Well, you know, you've got a pretty ell written story here... probably a mess of errors... and probably a mess in itself... you did only have one hour... but it was a resourceful hour, one you've learned plenty from. Sadly not much detail could be put in it but that's something that we all learn immediately (Detail is everything) so, as we leave this newly decorated buffet room, ignoring the fact on whether the corpse of the beast was obliterated in the blast or if there is a large crater in her gut, we just don't want to know... apparently....

The end...? (No that’s stupid, I ain't making a sequel)

Description
'Wow, this is hard' thought the young writer, sitting on his chair, in his well lit room, prepared to start this interesting challenge he's heard so much about. According to his recently made buds, this challenge consisted in the writer to take an hour (Or in some cases, an hour and half) to write a complete story (Short story to be precise) about whatever you want. In this case, about bellies swelling; and in his case, popping at the end. Now what he didn't see coming was that it would be difficult to write a story, not because ideas would be hard to come by, though that is the case here, but also because he'd need to proof read this and make sure what he's writing comes out exactly how it appears in his mind, and not with words missing in pages.

Although now that he thinks of it, he doesn't know what this one hour (and a half) session consists of, does it include the brainstorming? The proof reading? The setting up the program? Did he cheat when he began trying to think of a story to write before he sat and began writing? He doesn't know, all he knows is that time is passing a lot faster than he thought it would.

Now off to the belly bursting, that's the hard part. In order for this to go smoothly, he would need to know exactly what to pop. But he doesn't. He believes most writers achieve this challenge because they have a favorite topic, or in this case a favorite type of person to pop. This writer has SOME idea of what he wants to pop, but he can't just stop writing now and think what he should pop, he should keep this going and see where it'll take him, whether to the best dang story he's every written, or the story that'll be the stepping stone of multiple errors that'll take him to the greatest story he’s ever written! Both sound very good, so the writer will keep writing.

Now, what will he pop? It certainly would be a creature, yes. A large creature who finds herself in a buffet table? Or would she be stealing from the food storage. Hmm? A Buffet would allow more creativity, given one never knows what they'll find in a buffet. Let's make it a Vegas-style buffet, since according to that movie, it has a bit of everything and the writer will find out what he'll love to stuff his character with. Though thinking back, none of the other writers have a favorite to stuff their character with. Or do they? You never pay attention to those small details, maybe that's why you find so much new stuff when you read a story twice. Maybe.

Alright alright, so we have the setting, now the entrance, yes. The creature kicks the door open, eyeing the buffet table hungrily... hungrily? No, no. More like... ravenously, yeah, that's better. This creature, with her wide grin or... sharp teeth, yes. Her sharp grin (That sounds gooood) stretching from ear to ear (Not literally of course, you do love your cartoon aspects), closes in on the buffet, scaring everyone around her. Let’s say this beast is... plump? Naw, full figured? Maybe just a bit on the... thin side, yeah, something about it just seems... full figure it is!

Alright, so now that stuffing, how will it go down? Describe every morsel that she grabs, maybe, but I could risk sounding boring and having readers skip. (Heaven knows you've done it) Maybe, we can describe how each plate of food she serves herself is being scarfed down ferociously as the beast enjoys her "All you can eat buffet" with glee (that's an adjective right? did I say that correctly?). Anywho, I'll just describe how her belly inches forward, with each plate that is emptied in her growing gut, she manages to look like she's well into her food pregnancy, the belly growing and morphing into a tank of food, trying to hold in the vast amount of food the foolish beast keeps feeding it.

Oh wait, I forgot to give a reason for her to do this! Umm.... she's a tourist who came to this Vegas like area to enjoy herself when suddenly her stomach began to grumble, and it just so happens that she's a big eater! This.... mysterious creature find the bar and ends up where she is now! Eating plate upon plate of delicious food, having her belly grow larger and larger, trying to contain this onslaught. There we go!

Now where were we? Ah yes, she was already showing. Would she be naked? Would this be one of those worlds where no one wears clothing unless it’s a uniform? 'Maybe she can be a bit clothed... maybe. I don't know, I don't really envision those kinds of things unless mention any article of clothing within the story. That is to say, if the story is about a mystical or mysterious creature that eats until she pops.' The writer is losing focus and time and... Oh... well you have plenty of time! Where are we again? Oh right, the probably clothed beast is enjoying herself a nice hefty meal, plate upon plate being emptied into the belly... you already said this.

Alright, I believe around this part is where the beast realizes she has grown prominently, or will this be one of those stories where she doesn't stop until it’s too late? Will her gluttony be her ultimate demise or will she doomed by her own curiosity? Well, the reader will have to read and find out, because the writer certainly doesn't know. Anywho, yeah, she would be the size of a beach ball... or an exercise ball, I don't know. At what size would I stop her, her and her straining belly? Yes, the belly, these descriptions are what activates the imaginative powers of the readers and the goal of every writer, to make this part enjoyable!

Now the belly would be creaking and groaning, begging the eater to cease its indulgent feat, the feeder obviously feeling the strain on her belly, knowing that continuing this path will lead to her demise... or does she? Can she be for certain? Will she ignore the pleads of her gurgling belly, swelling upon the massive intake of food that is suffered? She better not, otherwise I just wrote a story where a chick is happy with her size and sleeps it off and wakes up several pounds heavier... you never really like those kind of stories, but hey, everyone is different. You yourself want bellies to explode while others would squirm upon reading it. Well I gotta respect each other’s fetishes.

Now this belly, it strains and groans, but it doesn't creak, no. Creaking announces the inevitable coming and it means the end to the vast orb that used to be the beast belly. But we're not there yet; this beast will continue to indulge in the feast, growing large enough to knock the table over look titanic in comparison to what it was earlier. You'd even dare to call it... Leviathan. But we all know, actually no, only you know what the word leviathan makes you think of, you and the only other person you've told... you and your big fingers (ha-ha, I meant mouth!).

You keep trailing off into your thoughts, this is probably why it takes a week for you to casually write a well written story that interests barely anyone to comment, alright, you're doing it again!

This belly, this belly. Oh, and the person attached to it, can't make her disappear. Nope, she’s connecting to it, after all! She would be in immense discomfort as she realizes that all her eating has brought her to her probable demise, only we know that it's inevitable, for our poppers, they think they still have a chance, and that small struggle that really sells it, the rubbing of the belly, the cooing of their voice, the pleading to stay together, to let the beast enjoy feeling her belly this grand. We might go a different path and show the total denial of the beast upon noticing the convulsion and the creaking of the belly, the dangerous swelling, obviously this beast thinks she can out last it, that she can live another day. How she curses the air, declaring that such a "small" feast won't be the end of her. She struggles, the belly gurgles and we read how the belly swells one more inch.

And now, for the climax... will it happen as the beast is cursing and cut her in mid-sentence? Will she appear possessed as she arches her back, and her eyes roll back and her mouth hangs agape? Will she scream in pain as the inevitable happens? Or shall we pop her off screen as we concentrate on the perspective of another passerby? But this would mean I would have included him in the story, he was probably butler warning her not to eat the last piece, or the fiend who stuffs her that final piece, or maybe it'll be the hero who strikes the final blow? Maybe we can forget about person number two and comment on how this beast, despite it all, fails.

I'd probably go with that, I've written all sorts of endings (not really), where the belly blasts off screen, or on video, or in public as they all freak out, and even as the fiend watches it burst... wait, did I do that last part? I don't know, all I know is that writing a story bursts at the end practically writes half the ending itself, you just have to fill in the blanks.

For certain the ending will consist of the tremendous belly, after all the food it has consumed, finally detonates in a resounding BANG! Or maybe an amazing KABOOM! Or be creative and make up a word like KERBLUMF! Either way, we know that the food gets scattered, or maybe it splatters everywhere? Did she chew the food or eat it whole? These are the questions the writer asks and reader ignores.

Well, you know, you've got a pretty ell written story here... probably a mess of errors... and probably a mess in itself... you did only have one hour... but it was a resourceful hour, one you've learned plenty from. Sadly not much detail could be put in it but that's something that we all learn immediately (Detail is everything) so, as we leave this newly decorated buffet room, ignoring the fact on whether the corpse of the beast was obliterated in the blast or if there is a large crater in her gut, we just don't want to know... apparently....

The end...? (No that’s stupid, I ain't making a sequel)