Chapter 3

My belly feels wider than the space between my thighs and I am having difficulty sitting up. It is a dead, heavy weight lying on my thighs and pushing my breasts up. You hold me upright but I cannot breathe I say and gasp for air, my swollen abdomen pressing up against my chest.

“Yes you can baby” you whisper, “Take, short, shallow breaths, and make sure you hold in that water, we dont' want to have an accident.”

I nod, my internal muscles clamped tight. I feel liquid and very heavy and as I try to spread my legs to allow room for my gorged and swollen abdomen I experience a new sensation ... my belly, lubricated by your oil, literally flows over my thighs as I move them apart and then sags between them. The sudden weight shift pushes them apart further and my hips crack from the strain. At last I can breathe!. I lean forward onto your shoulders and feel my weight shift. I follow it and end on my feet, my great belly heavy and warm against my naked thighs.

You look at my belly contemplatively, gripping it and stretching it with your fingers, lifting it, feel the weight of all the food you’ve fed me plus almost a gallon of warm water. You tease me, wondering if we should make some type of sling to support my big gut without it hurting so much...though you say you prefer watching it sway in front of me.

And sway it does...at every step it slides from thigh to thigh. I try to support it wih my hands but it slips from my grasp. I am in a dilemma, puzzled on how to move, so I stand there, belly protruding in a huge sphere, feeling the huge pressure inside pushing out, enjoying your eyes and hands running over me.

"Can you not walk?" you ask. “I need to urinate” I say. “You MUST hold that water inside you, it is making you so huge, so incredibly sexy” you say.

"Then help me. If you slide your hands under my gut and just support it a bit without jiggling me I can make it to the bathroom." And after wiping your hands and my underbelly from the oil, you have enough grip and I feel a weight taken off and a little of the pressure taken off. I know it is difficult for you, but you manage to wrap your arms around my protruding gut and locking your fingers under my belly, lift it and help me out of the room. I feel your breathing warm on my fattened breasts as we slowly walk, your cheek nestled between them. As we walk I can’t help but stroke and massage your neck and shoulders, trying to pay back some of the pleasure you have given me.

"Mm...you have the most delectable body I've ever seen." When we get to the toilet, you help me to support myself against the counter, and then, leaving me trying to hold up my belly, which is hanging unsupported, walk briskly out of the room.

It drops and I feel myself pulled forward by the sudden weight. My back twinges in pain and I know I must support it or be in more pain, so I lean back and both lifting and thrusting forward, manage to slide it onto the counter top. After a brief respite, and not hearing you, the pressure in my gut becomes too intense to bear. I lean back, and cradling my distended abdomen stagger and sit on the toilet.