Below is a little story about Lacey's first stuffing experience <3
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A little bit before being officially selected to be the Prime Mare - the breeder horse for the royal family - Lacey had worked hard on increasing her tiny little belly’s capacity to prepare for her possible future pregnancies. (Not to mention she was rather curious to see what she might look like with a pseudo baby bump.)

On this day, Lacey had been eating non-stop since waking up. It was a little after 5pm at this point, so suffice to say, she was rather stuffed. Her usually tight, toned belly had ballooned out in front of her tiny frame dramatically, to the point where she could barely even see her feet anymore. With the mass amounts of food packed into her gut, her breathing had become labored and short; going from her normal deep, calm breaths, to quick pants as the food squished deep in her tummy slowly digested. Lacey was very small to begin with - her body naturally slim and fit - so even the smallest bloats were very obvious on her frame, not to mention the massive food baby she had right now.

Lacey could tell she was quickly reaching her belly’s limit; the skin of her stomach sore and tight, creaking with each small movement she made. She gingerly made her way over to the couch to lay back and rub her aching tummy for a while, trying to ease the oncoming tummy ache a little. She reached the couch after a moment, slowly lowering herself down, using the arm rest to brace herself before swinging her legs up on the couch next to her and laying back, engorged tummy bulging into the air.

Lacey had long since taken off her pants, left in only her underwear and a small crop top that barely covered her chest. At this point, even the elastic waistband of her panties was starting to irritate the newly-thinned skin of her underbelly and wide hips. She shifted uncomfortably for a moment, adjusting her panties to a marginally more comfortable position lower on her hips with a loud SNAP.

Lacey took a moment to appreciate the tight dome her bloated tummy had become. She lazily ran a hand along the swell, feeling for any distinct soreness or pockets of air she could rub out to make just a little bit more room for food and drink. After a few moments of gently running her hands over her food baby, imagining that there was a real baby - her baby - in her tummy rather than enough food to feed a family for a week, Lacey slowly pushed herself back into an upright position, huffing a bit as her lungs were compressed by her overfull intestines.

She fumbled for the liter of water that she had left untouched on the side table next to the couch, unscrewing the lid with determination. After a millisecond of hesitation, Lacey tipped the water bottle back and started chugging its contents as fast as possible, trying to down the whole bottle before her pain receptors could catch up. With a final gasp, she pulled away from the now-empty bottle, rubbing a hand over the top-most portion of her belly, trying to get its newest contents to settle. The top of her belly had noticeably swelled, now being much rounder and tighter than it had been previously. Pleased with her progress, Lacey gave her swollen tummy a satisfied pat. It did not move an inch, instead sitting like a boulder in her lap, skin stretched to its absolute limit and intestines far beyond full.

She braced herself on the arms of the couch and pushed herself up with a grunt, “mm… so, so t-tight…” she moaned quietly, rubbing the sore underside of her belly. She took a few waddling steps around her living room, trying, in vain, to get used to her newfound center of balance. Lacey’s back was arched so far forward it was near painful, and she had to stop her pacing for a moment to stretch her back as best as she could. After a minute, she waddled over to the full-length mirror she had moved into the living room the night before in preparation for her day-long stuffing session today.

Lacey gazed into the mirror in shock - she had gotten so big! She turned to the side, quickly realizing that she would have to take a few steps back to even see the full extent of her belly in the mirror. Her mouth dropped open as she smoothed a hand across the swell of her bloated belly, her other hand cradling the underside, as if she were pregnant. “Someday…” Lacey murmured softly to herself, smoothing down the taut fur on her belly. Her fur had noticeably thinned over the course of the day, revealing more and more glimpses of the skin underneath as the day went on. It had clearly been working overtime to try and contain all the food and drink stuffed into her stomach. Her belly was even hot to the touch, and had a slight, pink flush to it, no doubt due to how tightly she had packed herself.

Lacey thumped a finger into the roundest part of her engorged belly, searching for any give, only to be met with what could only be described as a glorified rock attached to her body. Her lower belly had been pushed out further than it ever had before, and was tight as a drum - rather uncomfortable, too. She moaned as her belly churned angrily, trying, fruitlessly, to digest everything.

Lacey’s reflection mirrored back to her the lovely sight of her beyond-full, tight-as-a-drum belly, and her blissed out face. She looked positively maternal like this, and had an almost natural glow about her that nearly anyone else would mistake for the glow of an imminent motherhood.

With one final caress of her giant orb of a belly, Lacey stumbled, belly-first, into her bedroom for a long overdue nap.