Chapter 3 - 3 - testing my limits

I wake to a brief flash of white light, and once again feel the rush of sexual energy tingling to my fingertips. It radiated from deep inside me like the heat of the sun, growing stronger in my core, emanating from my loins which seemed to grow wetter by the second. But this time my stomach seemed to pulse with energy as well, the skin on my abdomen feeling as sensitive as if it were my sex, yearning for release.

In a blaze of fiery passion I turn to my side and pull him close, and our lips meet as our bodies intertwine in a sensual dance. I can't help it, I overwhelm him as my kisses become more intense and I run my fingers sharply across his shoulders. I push him on his back and straddle his body, his hardened manhood pressed firmly into me as I grind my hips low into his frame. His hands grip my panties tight, and their mere proximity to my aching tummy sends a shiver down my spine and causes my lips to break away with a gasp. I pull a hand to an aching breast that he squeezes beneath the soft fabric of my top, causing me to gently bite his lower lip. He teases his thumb against the sensitive skin below my navel and I shudder and pull away.

"Oh my god, I can't wait any longer, let's do it." I pull myself erect, trying to keep my composure as he runs his hands down my waist."

"Okay, what do you want baby?"

"I want to see it all this time, I want to see my body grow for you..." My hands fall to my stomach as I gently run my fingertips over its soft skin. I look down to see my small tummy, thin yet graced with a hint of softness that gave it the tiniest bulge. I could almost picture it filling and expanding, growing ever outwards as my body grew fatter and fatter for him. The thought alone nearly sent me over the edge.

"I think I have an idea, come with me," he says, pushing himself up to kiss me lovingly. He takes my hand and leads me to the other side of the room. "Try wearing that lingerie you like, I think you'll be happy with how it looks on you once we're through."

He stands me before a full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. The lingerie was on me as if I had always been wearing it, a black lace set with high stockings held up by a tight garter belt along my waist. I wasn't wearing any panties.

"You look incredible," he says, wrapping his hands around my waist and kissing me on the neck. I close my eyes under his touch and sigh as his hands wrap around my stomach, one finger casually tracing circles around my belly button. "But I think you'll look even better bursting out of this lingerie."

I moan as he playfully snaps the garter belt against my belly. A hand leaves my waist and I look to see it holding a tall milkshake, thick and creamy with drops spilling over the cool glass. I take it from his hand and place a kiss on his cheek. The glass is ice cold and surprisingly heavy. I grab a hold of it with both hands and bring it to my lips, and I tilt it slowly upwards until the sweet dense liquid trickles into my mouth and into my waiting tummy. It's indescribably delicious, like ambrosia itself. It simultaneously sates my heart's deepest desires while also awakening every craving I'd ever imagined. Every flavor imaginable seemed to combine into a perfect amalgamation, or maybe it was so addicting I hardly had time to taste it at all. I hold the glass high and swallow gulp after gulp, until finally I'm able to pull myself away momentarily.

"Did it work?" I ask, staring in the mirror. My reflection gazes back at me, but she still looks like the thin girl I saw a second ago. I wonder if he saw a difference, but his hands were still around my waist which still looked disappointingly narrow.

"Keep going baby," he says, rubbing my tummy and nibbling on my ear. "And watch this time, you'll see."

I hesitate, and then slowly lift the shake to my lips once more. I drink slowly at first, watching my reflection carefully. My body is close to his, held firm by a hand on my hips while the other rubs smooth circles across my flat middle. I can't see anything change, but maybe I'm just looking too hard. My attention keeps being pulled to the delectable flavor of the shake, and before I knew it I am gulping down mouthfuls. I close my eyes to savor every icy drop that passed my lips, the heavy glass emptying into my glutinous body. I steal a sideways glance and finally see it.

My belly bulges outwards now, into a small but noticeable crest. It's hard to see facing straight ahead, but looking down I notice a definite roundness that could pass for a particularly large food baby. I try to lower a hand to feel my new size, but I can't pull it away from the draw of the shake. His hands explore my new curves instead, now arcing outwards with the bulge of my abdomen.

"Keep going baby, you're doing great." I don't need to be told twice. I hastily begin swallowing as much liquid as I can handle, all the while gazing into the mirror to see my body change. Slowly, almost undetectably, I begin to grow. I watch as my stomach begin to press ever outwards, filling up inch by inch with supple fat. I turn in slight profile to see its true size just as it outgrew the apex of my breast, and still become fatter with every gulp. My hips begin to widen to compensate for my new size, adding thick new layers as my stomach continues to expand. Even my thighs start to strain against the stockings, pulling the lace tight against my skin.

"Keep eating little piglet, you're getting so big." He continues rubbing my soft belly as it grows ever outwards, but his other hand steals away from my hip and finds its way to my crotch. I moan through another mouthful and nearly drop the glass as his fingers enter my dripping pussy. I would have fallen over if his hand hadn't held me steady, sinking into inches of fat on my plump waist as he pulls me tight against him. My eyes roll back with the pleasure of his touch, and I breathe heavily as my orgasm builds. I can see the garter belt pull tight across my waist now, sinking into inches of new fat like an overstuffed sausage in a casing fit to burst. My breasts threaten to spill out of my bra, which now cuts into my chest where fat had piled on. I force myself to keep eating as his fingers plunge deep into me and bring me to the brink.

Swallow after swallow, I drink more from the glass that never seems to empty. With each bite I grow fatter and fatter, pushing my lingerie to its breaking point. He fondles every new layer and fold to my body, which looks nearly double in size in the reflection. My belly bulges in a huge apex, straining against the belt and forming new folds near my hips. The lacing which held up the stockings on my thick thighs pull far away from my hips as my girth grows, threatening to rip at any second. Even my arms struggle to hold up the glass, becoming soft and doughy with each second that passed.

I must be 100 pounds heavier than when I started when his touch finally sends me over the edge. The first orgasm causes me to gasp and moan, momentarily pulling the glass from my lips as my whole body rocks in a supernova of pleasure. But I recover, and force myself to keep drinking as a second pulse runs through me, and a third, until my body seems to convulse in one eternal orgasm. At it's very height, the garter belt finally gives way and bursts asunder, releasing my big bloated belly in a large, jiggling mass. It's weight finally free, it sags ever so slightly towards the heat of my pussy, where his hand finally leaves. He grabs a hold of the mound of fat across my middle and pulls my head towards his, kissing me with fervor.

"Don't stop drinking piglet," he says, pulling the glass to my lips. "I think you can fatten up a bit more while I fuck you."

I cry out in pleasure as I feel his throbbing cock enter me. He pulls my bulging ass into his crotch, it's new mass colliding with his body in a satisfying slap. I moan with each thrust, losing myself momentarily. I feel my entire frame shake and wobble as we moves back and forth, my belly rocking up and down with all its new weight as he holds my hips tight, sinking into layers of fat. His free hand clutches the glass and pushes it to my lips, and I hold it tight as I began to drink again. The sensations are indescribable. I am overwhelmed on all ends, by the incredible flavor of the shake, by the explosion of sexual energy as his dick fills me, and above all by every ounce of new fat on my body which radiates in sexual pleasure. I spend an eternity in pure ecstasy as he fucks me and I grow bigger. I am convinced I will stay there forever, until the creaking of fabric and stretching of lace brings me back. I come to just as my bra splits between the cups, finally pressed beyond its means. My huge boobs bounce free, hanging low on the rounded ball of my belly. He grabs a hold of one and squeezes its huge mass. As his fingers brush my nipples I gasp and dropped the glass, its contents spilling across the floor. I brace my arms on either side of the mirror to stabilize my heavy body and see myself staring back.

I must be nearly 250 pounds by now. My hips are nearly double the size of his, practically obstructing my view of him as he rocks back and forth. My tummy bulges out proudly, growing round and taut with all its new weight, but too heavy to stay erect as it begins to hang low. Several folds lead up from my hips until they meet my full breasts, surprisingly perky yet heavy with their weight. I jiggle and shake with each thrust, the sight sending shivers down my spine as I grow close to one final orgasm. He grabs a hold of the heaviest part of my stomach as he moves, his finger in the deep cave of my navel, until finally in one final stroke he comes, and I feel the thick hot liquid stream deep inside of me as we join in ecstasy together.

"Just wait," he whispers as we shiver together in the afterglow. "This is only the beginning..."