Chapter 4 - the first feeding part 1

About half an hour later I could smell amazing smells from the kitchen. I poked my head around the door and said "what are you making" she beckoned me and I went to her and joined her by the cooker "Spaghetti bolognaise" on the left hand side of the hob there were 2 small pans one had the bolognaise sauce in and the other had the spaghetti in, on the 2 right rings there were 2 large pans one with a lot more pasta in than the small one and a lot more bolognaise in than the small one. I asked why and she said "I was reading a story online the other day and this feeder fattened her husband up behind his back by adding 100g of lard to his meals so I added 100g to your spaghetti and 100g of it to your bolognaise."
"what's lard?" I asked
"Pure fat" she said
"oh that's good but it doesn't affect how it tastes though does it?"
she pulled a spoon from the drawer "Im not trying it." she stated
I scooped a big spoonful up onto the spoon and put it in my mouth I moved it a round my mouth for a moment "mmmmmffff" I groaned with pleasure "it tastes better than normal"
"Good" she said
I thought I could smell cake but decided not to ask in case I sounded disappointed if she said no.
I went back into the lounge and stood there a second I decided I wanted to get changed I was still wearing what I was when I got home. It felt so sexy when I burst out of my shirt and jeans, so I wanted to wear a new pair so I could burst out of them.

I took off my shirt and jeans and looked in the mirror my belly stook out a good inch if not 2. I decided after my dinner I would strip down to nothing and weigh myself.

I put a shirt on that was looser than the other one but my belly still made it skin tight on my back and my belly. But the buttons weren't gaping, I thought " that will soon change.

I went back downstairs to find Anna sitting at the table waiting for me. I sat down and stared at my plate. I was hungry but I wasn't sure I could fit all of this in.
"How much have you put on my plate" I asked.
"Double what you normally eat like you asked"
I suddenly realised how much I ate normally I dug in disregarding all table manners I was quite literally stuffing my mouth till it could take no more, then chewing as fast as I could, swallowing then repeating the process.

After 45 minutes of this I was slowing down dramatically but I was determined I would finish. A voice came from across the table "when you have done I baked you something special" I knew I could smell cake I thought I was worried I wouldn't be able to eat it though. After another 25 minutes I finally finished. She brought out my favourite cake, triple chocolate fudge cake. A recipe of her mums. She was a lot like her Mum in her doings but her personality was very different, for a start she was always happy, she was never violent and she was always nice her mums personality was the opposite completely.

All of a sudden I was worried my normal serving of this cake was 1/4 as she started cutting it I was relieved when she only cut 1/4 and put it on my plate my relief suddenly went away when another 1/4 came hurtling towards my plate.
"I-I-dont think I can eat all of this Anna"
"Yes you can and you will, eat as much as you can on your own and I'll feed you the rest"

Another 45 minutes passed and I had got through the 1st quarter of the cake and taken a bite from the next. I stood up and stretched. I sat back down and bent over to grab the sides of my chair to pull myself in and heard a muffled pop. I lifted my belly slightly and put my hand under and found my jeans button I smiled. I quickly wiped my smile off my face and thought I'll save that for after dinner and show her all at once instead of telling her now. I bent over to put it on the floor and "POP...POP...POP...POP..POP...RIIIPPPP" I self my belly fall forwards onto my lap. I dropped the button in shock and sat back up.to assess the damage to the shirt. The top 3 buttons were gone, so were the bottom two and the middle one was still there but the part of the shirt where the button hole is had ripped to make space. It turns out it was only the shirt keeping my belly and my lap from touching. My belly rested nicely on my lap now and stook out at least 3 inches. I unzipped my fly and my belly fell further down and out. I ate the other quarter of the cake. At the end Anna said "can I see what all of the popping was about now?" "Yes" I said I stood up and she grinned from ear to ear "this is a great start. Brian said if you put your mind to it you could fit anything in there which is why I have come up with another test." "Oh God" I said " your gonna drink another shake" she said I really wanted to say no I'm too full but her face was so sweet when she was happy I didn't want to tell her no so I obliged "how will I drink it though if I try I won't be able to swallow much of it" I said " no problem" she said

She disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later she appeared with the hose pipe with the funnel taped to the end of it.
"would you like to be asleep or awake when I feed you the milkshake?"she asked.
"awake, I love the pain it gives you to be so full"
"ok then open wide"
I did as she said and she inserted the hose down my throat i felt it going down inside of me until it hit my stomach, she moved it back up slightly and asked me to hold the funnel while she went to get the shakes out of the fridge. She came back seconds later and began to pour 1.5 litres down my throat. I could feel it making my belly swell. I out my hands on it so that I could feel it swell. After what would have probably been around 250ml I signalled her to stop and get me a pen because I couldn't talk with a hose pipe in my throat. she handed me the pen and I drew a line on my leg where the most stuck out part of my belly was level with. I then pointed at the shake and then to the funnel, she understood and started pouring again. All the time my belly was swelling bigger and bigger I still kept my hands on my belly, rubbing and caressing it as it swelled.