chapter 5

As they lay their captivated in their drunken state, the weight of his body on hers was pushing her loose fat to the sides. For the first time, she felt ribs, hips. She could sense that he felt it too and the passion began to wither. He built up in his mind he was going to be with this gaining goddess, ever growing, huge, colossal. Instead of the mounds of delicious fat, swollen breasts, ample rolls and a gut who's size and hunger was beyond description. He had this very lack lustre experience, feeling ribs and hips. He was struggling to keep it together.

She pushed him back, causing him to slid out. Confused, he began to give an offended look, then she rolled over and raised her derrier, bringing her legs in to maximise its potential. She whispered "what are you waiting for". He latched on, on hand on her buttocks and the other guiding his failing mahoos in. Luckily, both of them were still very lubricated and he began ryrhically thrusting. She initially held herself up but the lack of upper body excercise and the weight of her breasts and the force from behind, she soon collapsed into his pillows. This was perfect timing as she could feel his penis grow inside her and become rigid once more, feeling bigger and harder than before. The pillows were muffling her screams of ecstasy. Holding onto her huge soft ass, slamming his hips into it was what he was wanting. This is the woman he had been fantasising about.

She cried for him to go deeper and harder, muffled. She drew her hands to each of her cheeks and pulled them a part to give him a greater reach. Each pound, was hitting the spot. She was climaxing but he carried on, she loved it. She could feel him swelling inside her she knew he was close. After her initial orgasm, she knew what to do, she pushed back and that was it. He exploded. She could feel him shuddering, spasaming behind her. He came inside her, she didn't mind she was caught up in the sexual thrall of the affair. He flopped forward onto her back, still inside. His sweaty chest against her clammy back, one hand still groping her butt the other on her back. She could feel the pressure inside her slowly lifting but still had a bite on her lip from the joy off her ass being played with. They both let out a gentle sigh, he moved back and fell to the side and she rolled over to face him. The alcohol seemed to have taken a momentary departure from their senses, they looked at eacher in the the orange glow of the street lights piercing his cheap curtains, kisses passionately before the tired alcohol infused state cause them to fall asleep.

She woke up before he did, a little tender I the brain and a fair bit rotten in the stomach. Quickly aware this wasn't her room, she rolled over to to find him lying there, mouth open, fuzzy haired, asleep. She cheekily lifted the sheets to catch a glimpse of his manhood and general figure. 'Not bad' she thought. However, the thought process gave the sensation of a train rolling over her head. Feeling nauseous and unable to hold a clear thought without a volcano erupting within her cranium, she began to take flight. All her brain was saying was to get home. Home is safe. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and rolled out of bed, that alone almost caused her to throw up. She hurriedly threw on her clothes and bolted for the door. All she hears were some mummerings as John began to stir, she let out a garbled 'I've got to go'

She got outside and the fresh air helped. Have a momentary lift to the pain. She got her barings and realised she wast too far from home and began to stumble her way back. As she did so, she began to feel a slight soreness in her groin and remembered the pounding sensation she received the night before, it brought a small grin to her. She even let out a mad chuckle and hungover people do from time to time. In no time she was at her house, opened the door and hobbled up the stairs to get into bed, as she began to get undressed, she felt sick and darted to the toilet where she removed the contents of yesterday's drinking sessions from her person. Quickly brushed her teeth and confined to get undressed and noticed she wasn't wearing her thermal onsie or her pants but then she realised she didn't wear a bra or knickers that day. She didn't care and flopped into bed to sleep off her poisonous torture.

She woke several hours later. She knew this as when she left John's place the sun was just coming up and now it was just setting. She was starving, she had voided the entirety of her stomach before sleeping. Feeling better but couldn't be bothered to cook, she ordered in. In a still hungover/drunken haze, reliving her gigantic days ordered in a substantial quantity of food, pizzas from her local, curries, chinese, fish and chips from that chippy that now does delivery. She wrapped the blanket around herself and proceeded downstairs and lay on the sofa, primed in the perfect position to accepted this must needed hangover cure.

In just under an hour, the food had arrived. When she gathered it around her, she deduced that she had ordered a lot, so much so, the Chinese restaurant have given her a completementaty bottle of Coke for ordering so much. Pleased with her bounty she began to tuck in whilst watch television. Over the next hour and a half, she had consumed nearly all of it. Her stomach was so swollen with food, it was putting pressure on her sexual organs and causing much arousal. She thought, I've missed this feeling rubbing her belly and clocked the untouched extra large stuffed crust meat feast pizza underneath all the other packaging. She loved pizza both hot and cold so see saw it as a cheeky bonus. Stuffed to the brim, she had second thoughts and even attempting it. She threw off the the duvet, laying there naked, legs spread so her swollen belly could sit inbetween, breasts pushed out either side by the slight rise in her gut. She felt dirty, kinky, the same way when she was gaining for pleasure and pulled the pizza out of the box and onto her chest. The cold grease sending shockwaves of pleasure all over as she began her first slice. Upon her first bite, she was full. She'd been in this state before and knew she had the training to get over it. Forcing the rest of the slice in her mouth she gradually chewed it down. Gradually, slice after slice of the 18 slice pizza she forced it down. The final slice took a little more work. It happened to be the one with the most topping on it, she began to put it in her mouth, but her body was saying no, no more food! She wasn't having it and proceeded to force it in, placing a finger on the ending the slice she gently pushed the entire slice in, congealed sauce oozing down her chin to join her greasy chest, giving it a nice shimmer. Unable to chew for the volume, she simply continued to force it down her gullet. It was a slow arduous process but it was a victory she need.

Then as soon as the final slice slid down her throat, something broke. She felt all the restrictions in her mind lift, looking down at her swollen belly covered in greasy remains. She ran her hand from her belly button to her bottom lip scooping all the food debris and licking it off her hand. She felt something primeval take over, feeling like a filthy animal, she fell forward onto the floor in and amoungst the packaging. Rooting through them like a hungry dog, searching for scraps. Licking curry trays clean, the last odds of chips from the bag. She even sucked the inside of the pizza boxes. As she was doing this she felt her hard belly on the floor, not wanting the pressure to cause her to be sick, used her knees to prop it just off the ground cAusing her raised ass to sit nicely, one cheek in the coffee table and the other on the sofa. She sucked the bottle of Coke dry and rolled over, belly in the air, legs a part with a gentle air over her 'lips'. Slowly caressing her gut, she elapsed into a food coma.

She woke in the small hours of the morning. The tv had long turned itself off. Feeling bloated she gingerly rolled over and proceeded to the kitchen, rooting through the cupboards she picked up a few party packs of chocolate bars in case she felt hungry during the night, collected her duvet from the mound of now spotless food containers in front of the sofa and proceeded to bed. Waking up the stairs, was hard. This big heavy weight hanging off the front of her, bloated and gassy. She let out a tiny burp, felt better then forced out a huge one. Instant releif. She crawled into bed cheekily ate half a dozen of the chocolate bars to fill the void the burping made and fell asleep.

In the morning, she woke. Feeling great, really fresh. Not gut rot, not bloated, no headache. She got out of bed, still naked and headed over to the sink to brush her teeth and wipe the sleep away from her eyes. She felt an odd sensation, she had was at the sink before she normally was. Odd she thought and reached for the toothbrush that was slightly out of reach. Curious, combined with the fact she wasn't quite awake yet. She looked down to see the obstruction and passed her always Volumous tits, was a slightly bigger round belly. She looked up to the mirror, checking herself out, running her hands all over. She noticed that she wasn't exactly bigger but had in fact began to fill this empty sack of skin hanging off her. It certainly looked more appealling than before. Took a quick selfie for documentary reasons, as she liked the idea of a before and after and regretted not taking any pictures when she was gigantic.

In the shower, washing off two days worth of grime whilst continuously rubbing her belly. She began to ponder, 'I really don't look great naked with all this loose skin and saggy curves, no wonder John almost his erection on me. I certainly don't feel happy about it, this recent swelling does feel good and yesterday was amazing. I don't want to get that big again alone, I wonder how big John likes his women'.