chapter 2

I hear you moan softly as my flesh overfills your hand and the thought that it turns you on so excites me as well. We reach the bedroom...it is warm and dark except for small candles you have found and lit glowing in the background.

You help me lower my heavy body onto the bed, easing my swollen belly down, and stroking my back.

You say "I want you to lay down on your front. I’ve arranged the pillows to leave space your belly."

I am surprised...this is new. So I let you help me lie down and feel you position my belly between the pillows. I am supported by my hips and shoulders and as I relax i feel my full gut fill the space below me...it is a very comforting but erotic sensation. Your hands massaging the small of my back relaxes me more.

"Are you comfortable?" you ask as I hear sloshing sounds and banging things together behind me. You are obviously preparing something for me.

“Yes”, I say...”this feels marvelous”. I am warm and comfortable but still slightly vulnerable being naked.

"I'm not going to give you anything to drug you, because we're just going to try something new and not anything that could hurt, ok? And I want you to be fully aware. Just completely relax, and let me fill you up." You rub my soft rear end, and then, spreading my butt cheeks, suddenly and gently begin sliding a tube up through my anus.

“Wait, what are you doing!” I cry, but you gentle me, soothe me. “You’re my fat pony and I want to make you feel good. Please trust me, baby, I know what I’m doing.”

I feel the foreign object slowly slip deep into me. Pinned, I feel the bed move as you reach for something and then a rushing flow starts and I let myself take in a flow of warm liquid. It is an amazing sensation to be I thought full, but then to be filled in another part of me. The flow seems endless and I soon feel the sides of my belly stretch and expand in its cradle of pillows as the filling weight increases.

A few minutes later, when you softly say about two quarts have emptied into my gut, you kneel down in front of me and kiss me softly. "Just relax your muscles baby, there’s more to come."

I groan, but your lips are sweet and encouraging so I relax.

I feel skewered, pampered at both ends and I quiver in anticipation of being filled completely, my abdomen stretched beyond any previous capacity.

You roll me over to my side and kneel next to my protruding stomach, and start rubbing warm oil into my already soft skin.

The sensations are incredible as you massage what feels to be an immense bag of fat lying next to me and I grow hugely erect, my manhood hardening and swelling out. Your hands are strong and insistent, stroking and massaging, always pulling my flesh outwards. It feels like I am being sucked toward you, as if a vacuum has been placed in front of me and sucking me into it. The effect is my insides seem to open up somehow and the fluid flowing in doesn't appear to stop.

You watch the fluid empty into my swollen, overstuffed belly, and continue massaging the oil, knowing you can't prevent all my discomfort, but that you can make the stretching just a little less painful.

Lord, it IS uncomfortable, but the oil you are using must be some type that deadens my skin and I swim in exquiste pleasure for what seems like hours...stretching, fattening, growing ever larger. I feel you pat and prod my great belly every so often and my entire body shudders in response. Then you begin to massage deeply my underbelly where it begins to leave my body. You know from experience there are muscles there that when stimulated as you are now are akin to an endless orgasm for me. That and the incredible pressure from within is exquisite. I groan and shake in my pleasure as I feel my belly jiggle and pulse under your fingers. I have never been this aroused, this turned on in my life.

“See baby?” you whisper, “it feels so good doesn’t it.”

During the three hours we lay there almost filled to the brim with food and fluid, you make me cum three times, until I am shaking and moaning, tears of pleasure spillingdown my rounding cheek, you still massaging my sensitive muscles and over stretched skin.

I feel my loins slick with my juices, my heart is racing as you skillfully bring me to orgasm again and again. Eventually the flow stops and I lay there, bloated and distended beyond belief. Feeling my stretched out belly I wonder what I look like, whether or not I can even move from the bed, let alone stand.

"Come on my fat pony, we want to walk around some to get your belly sagging and shape that fat you’re growing. Then we can have a nice, long bath, and take a nap.“ You kiss me long and slow, and stroke my damp hair.