Chapter 4 - feasting beast

I didn't hesitate. As soon as she let me go, I lunged myself at the food like a wild animal. I dove face first into a pile of pulled pork, my body squishing against the greasy floor beneath. God it tasted amazing. This is what I wanted, what I needed. I laid out on my pudgy stomach as I filled it with food. No utensils. No hands. Just lapping up each bite like the little piggy I was. Mouthful after mouthful, messily stuffing myself. My face was covered in sauce, such good sauce, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the new lack of pork before me. I licked up all the excess sauce and grease from the now empty plate, savoring the flavor on my tongue.

I then raised myself up on my hands and knees and crawled over to another dish. This time it was Mac and cheese, a favorite of mine. Right before I dove down for plate #2, Big Mama grabbed me by the hair and yanked me upright. The pain I felt was immense, but it was outweighed by my desire to be dominated. I was standing on my knees before she told me open wide. With one hand still firmly wrapped around my long black hair, she tilted my head back and lifted a pitcher of beer to my lips. She tipped it over and let it wash down my throat. I gulped as quickly as possible, but the excess still spilled over and ran down my chin onto my chest and stomach. Beer quickly filled my belly as it bloated further out. When the pitcher was finally done, I barely got to burp before it was replaced with another. And then another.

The more beer I drank, the fuzzier the world got. By the time she was finished, I could barely see straight. Everything was spinning. My head was dizzy. She liked it when I was drunk. She said it made me more fun and helped me eat past my limits. Plus it would help make me even fatter. I was feeling the full effects of the alcohol. My stomach felt like a keg; big, solid, and full of slushy liquid. I was so bloated, but still hungry. She still had me by the hair as she poured out the pitchers of barbecue sauce onto every plate across the floor. Not a single meal was spared, as each was drenched in the drug-like sauce. This only made me want it more.

She let me go without warming and I plopped flat onto the floor, belly landing hard on the tile beneath. The blow almost made me hack, but I just rolled over and nursed my swollen stomach for a moment. Now that I had a nasty pair of drunk goggles, I had to rely on my other senses to lead the way. I sniffed the air like a basset hound and slowly fumbled my way around the floor. One of my hands fell into a plate of sweet potatoes and I slipped out, falling down again. But at least I know where my next meal was. I rose back up on all fours and started to devour the sweet, sweet yams. After yams I went to collard greens. Then mashed potatoes. Then I repositioned myself, sitting on my ample booty, before feasting on ribs and chicken. It was all so incredible. I could feel my belly being stretched out into my softening lap as I raised each fattening morsel to my lips. I sucked the ribs and chicken legs right off the bone, wasting very little time on etiquette. If my mother could see me, she'd have a conniption. Seeing her proper little girl sucking ribs down like a hoe sucks d*ck would probably be too much for her. She might have a heart attack, which I wouldn't be completely opposed to. I don't like my mother very much.

But I finish that and lay back on the carcasses of all my victims, tummy bloated to the ceiling. Big Mama crouches down beside me and says, "Aw, poor little piggy. Is someone feeling full?" I do my best to drunkenly nod. "But you still have some left to finish. I'd hate to send you home hungry. And I know mac and cheese is your favorite". I perk up at the mention of macaroni. I was already so full that any onlookers would assume I was pregnant, but my foggy mind and horny body were craving the sinfully delicious side dish.

I staggered up back to all fours, belly heavily weighting me down, and was led to the final plate by Big Mama. I lowered my head, bare a** and p*ssy up in the air. I took slowly, grazing bites and each one felt like a slice of perfection. Orgasmic even. And I meant that literally. I was so wet I could swear I was leaving a juice puddle on the floor. Every swallow, every additional calorie being added to my humongous stomach, got me hotter and hotter. After clearing about half of the plate, Big Mama creeped up behind me and abruptly shoved her chubby fingers inside me. I squawked at the shock, but welcomed the pleasure. Whenever I went to put my head down, she thrusted harder and deeper. I was melting. The build up of so much sexual tension had my already weakened mind completely spaced. Despite Big Mama's efforts to get me off, I still tried to eat my food. Just another example of how much of a glutton I am. I was being pleasured from both, as both sets of lips welcomed carnal joy into my doughy body. With my final piggish bite and one more push from Big Mama, I collapsed face first into my plate, just like I had when I started this monster of a meal. As soon as my head touched down, I was unconscious, utterly spend. And just like that, my night was over. I was a fat, greasy mess; and I loved every ounce of it.