Chapter 4 - 4 - dreams become reality

I wake to my stomach rumbling and persistent pangs of hunger. I open my eyes and see only darkness as my drowsiness slowly fades. The darkness persists, and as my groggy mind slowly wakes I realize it must still be the middle of the night. I check the faint red glow of the digital clock to find that it's well before 4 am.

I wonder if Somni is throwing me off. Between the time I spend on it in classes and professional training it was a wonder I could still sleep naturally at all. Not to mention that he and I had been exploring our fantasies in Somni for weeks now. I could hardly get enough at this point. Almost every day we merged minds and were in a whirlwind of feeding, fattening and fucking. It was nearly a dream come true.

My stomach grumbles again. I realize now that I feel completely famished, as if I hadn't eaten all day. I grow even more confused when I remembered our romantic dinner just a few hours ago, and how incredibly full I was when I went to bed. Now I feel like I had hardly eaten at all, let alone stuffed myself silly.

I bring my hand to my tummy to try and sooth its pangs, but I realize his hand is already there. He is cuddled up behind me, our bodies spooned together, and his hand had trickled under my shirt to the taut skin of my abdomen. He had been rubbing it before we fell asleep, and now he cradles its full, distended form as it rises and falls with each breath.

It's rounder now, I think to myself, realizing my belly pushed out in an arc against his fingertips. I didn't notice it as much earlier. Sure, my dress was stretched tight across my waist when we got home, but I was too turned on at the time to notice. The whole evening was so...sensual. Every bite and every kiss was so passionate, so entrancing, so loving, I hardly realized how much I loved both eating and making love. But through it all, I didn't really notice how big I was getting.
I sneak my hand past his and feel the extent of my tummy. Just under my breasts, where his hand lay, is still packed full and taut with our meal, pushing outward ever so slightly. But further down near my navel the skin is soft and supple and gives when my fingers brush over it. I can feel it bulging even still, protruding from the waistband of my underwear and hanging ever so slightly towards the sheets. I gently pinch the skin near my hips, and am surprised to feel a small bulge of fat.

Had I really gained that much weight? I was never athletic, but I never had a noticeable belly before either. I considered myself thin, at least in the common use of the term. I guess I had let my dreams become too much of a reality recently. It was just so hard to keep the fantasy tame when it felt so good...

Another rumble in my stomach. I try to ignore it, push it to the back of my mind and go back to sleep. But within seconds my thoughts turn to cookies, brownies and cake, to chocolate and cream and a million other delights. I groan as I realize I will not be able to overcome my temptations. And as soon as I give in, I feel the slightest tingle of arousal as my cravings grow out of control. The memory of a dozen stuffing sessions in Somni flash in the forefront of my mind and I begin to feel my whole body tingle with anticipation. I start to crave being filled in more ways than one, and my whole frame begins to ache.

Overcome, I roll over and plant a kiss on his cheek. He awakens only slightly at my touch and rolls onto his back to allow me to cuddle his frame. I kiss him on the neck, this time letting my lips linger a bit longer, and run my hand down the muscles of his chest. Kiss by kiss, inch by inch, my hand sneaks down his body until it reaches his manhood. I tease a finger across its head as I grip it in my hand and give it a gentle stroke. His breath deepens a bit and I nibble on his ear in response. I grip a bit firmer and let my hands glide up and down its length, and slowly he begins to grow hard under my touch. His deep breaths turn to a gentle moan, and I kiss my way up his cheek to his lips. Gently I run my hand up and down his shaft until he's fully erect and hot to the touch. He kisses me back, and I trace my fingers from top to bottom, lower and lower until I cup his balls in my hand, holding them only for a second before I pull my hand away.

I pull my kisses from his lips to his chin, then down his neck, across his broad chest, down his stomach until I reach the tip of his cock. I give the tip a gentle kiss and follow along his length, planting them coyly along the extent of his shaft. He pulses beneath my lips with sexual tension. I plant one long kiss, and then run my tongue up his entire length and on the underside of its head. Another long kiss on the tip, and then gently opening my lips wide to bring him into my mouth. He groans as he enters me, my tongue playfully pressing against his dick as I start to move up and down, in and out. I move slowly at first, teasing the tip, feeling his warmth and girth under my lips. I can already taste the salt in his cum beginning to pulse out onto my tongue. I begin to speed up, my hand gently gripping the base. His moans become more regularly and he squirms ever so slightly as my tongue flicks around his head. Faster and faster, my mouth brings him right to the edge, feeling his orgasm building inside, until right as he's about to explode I pull away, leaving him gasping.

"You're such a tease," he says as I straddle his waist. "Why did you start if you were just going to leave me hanging?"

I lean down and give him a passionate kiss before pulling myself erect. I grab his hands and place them on my hips, cradling my stomach.

"Because I'm not going to swallow your cum until it's the very last thing I can fit in my belly."

He looks at me, mouth agape, hands still on my waist. I smirk and cock an eyebrow before pulling myself off him.

"Well? I'm not going to feed myself..."

Getting the hint, he springs off the bed and runs to the kitchen. I hear him rummaging around through the fridge and cabinets for a moment before the patter of his footsteps mark his return. He emerges at the doorway, holding a plate piled high with chocolate eclairs.

"How about these?"

I pull my shirt off, revealing my soft bulging belly. My nipples are hard with sexual anticipation. I lay back against the headboard and motion for him to approach.

"Come fill me up so I can suck you off."

He sits down next to me and immediately presses an eclair to my lips. I take a massive bite and swallow eagerly, ready for the next. I eat without inhibition, disregarding every hint of my previous meal. My hands cup my abdomen, feeling it distend with every new bite. One, two, three eclairs disappear down my gullet in a moment's notice, and yet my hunger wasn't even close to satiated. His free hand was on my stomach now too, savoring the plump underside of my tummy just above my underwear. Bite after bite fills me with arousal, awakening every taboo thought and illicit vice. I can't help but moan after I finish the fourth.

"Oh god this feels so good."

As if in response, he moves his fingers under my waistband and plunges them into my soaking pussy. My eyes roll back as I chew, and I ache with pleasure in my mouth and between my legs. Half the eclairs are already gone, and I'm already near the edge. He finds my clit and rubs it gently as he pushes another pastry to my lips, and the pleasure invigorates my hunger even more. My bites synchronize with my sexual pulses, each bite bigger as the pulses grow, and I force myself to eat more and more to build myself up. Finally, after only a few seconds, I feel my pussy explode in pleasure, sending waves of energy cascading through my body as I finish off the last bite of another eclair. I close my eyes and pant for a moment, reveling in the afterglow, before turning to face him.

"There's still a few eclairs left, if you want."

I look down at my belly. It bulges in a round ball, stuffed to the absolute brim. I look 5 months pregnant with its distension, nearly tight across its entire girth. I rub its full extent with a free hand as I prop myself up, and then give it a gentle pat.

"No, I think I'd rather have you for dessert."

I pull him upright and lower myself to my knees. I feel my belly rest on my thighs, a sensation only confined to my dreams before now. The feeling nearly sent me over the edge again. As I take his dick in my hands and lick it from top to bottom, I can feel the weight of my full tummy pulling me down, hanging heavy on my torso like an overfilled sack. I want him, I want to fill every last bit of my stuffed belly with his seed, to have part of him make me grow bigger.

I wrap my lips around his cock and work my mouth up and down, his long member pressing against the back of my throat. I know better than to test my gag reflex with my stomach being so incredibly full, so I grab a hold of the base of his manhood and stroke him instead, my tongue playfully encircling his head. He moans and shivers at the sensation, and I feel his dick twitch in my mouth. I work faster, greedy for his cum, practically salivating at the thought. I look up at him, pleading for his release, and at that moment he tilts his head back and groans. A huge surge bursts into my mouth, and I swallow each pulse in tandem with my strokes, milking every last drop emanating from his cock. I can feel it flow into my belly, stretching me to bursting, filling me to the largest I've ever been. A shiver goes up my spine as I lick the last stream from his tip and look up to give him a coy smile.

"I thought stuff like that only happens in my dreams," he sighs, collapsing on the bed. I cuddle up next to him, satisfied. My stomach bulges out as gravity pulls it into the mattress. We both cradle it gently, entwining in each others' embrace. I give him a long, passionate kiss.

"Looks like dreams and reality are closer than you may think."