Chapter 133 - #133 /the pavlovian effect/

The blonde suckled from the dispensary with the greedy enthusiasm of a girl twice her size. Her unpracticed cheeks bulging as they were flooded with the thick butter cream. She gulped each mouthful down in a frantic rhythmless pace. Her eyes holding a sort of trepidation. She knew how piggish her actions were but she was doing them anyways. Filling herself up on the rawest of thickening, fattening ingredients. Pushed onward by a hunger both in her middle and the organ just below it. Her cheeks were increasingly flush and I noticed Laura gradually sliding the arousal bar further. Every gulp and swallow preceding a slight increase in the arousal driving her wilder. Feeding into the pleasure loop Laura had begun to set in motion. The fuller her middle got the hornier she’d get. The hornier she got the more she’s eat. My sisters reasoning was displayed in the slight dome of a belly pushing against the skinny waitresses middle. Most of it’s sloshing contents brought on by the woman’s own desire.

“Given your experience I need you to let me know when she’s full” Laura explained her voice completely calm as she slowly inched the hungry girl closer to orgasm. “I’m a fetishist not a psychic, which…are physics real?” I asked suddenly distracted. “It doesn’t have to be perfect but I do need an estimate” Laura corrected cool headed but pouting a little. I wrestled a bit with the fact she had dodged the question. But I was also more than happy to undertake my sisterly duties and watch the waitresses middle balloon up. Given she was still skinny there was only so big it could get. Without the practice of a natural glutton her gut could hardly accommodate the sheer mass her greedy undertaking would fill her with. But even as I reasoned out that logic she kept suckling. Kept filling herself up further. I could hear greedy half choked moans through the audio. Her eyes were halfway to rolling back into her head, but my attention wasn’t on her face. As pretty as it was my attention was firmly on her stomach. It blew up from a simple curve to a notable crescent of girth that stuck out several inches from her frame. Finally as it reached the size of a full blown volley ball and I noticed a certain slackness run through her frame.

“There” I told Laura excitedly pointing in spite of myself. The simple motion knocking my girth against Laura’s comparatively smaller weight. She balanced herself against the sudden shift in mass atop the ball. Her intelligent and calm demeanor undisturbed by my jubilant jiggling. With a flick of her wrist she dragged the arousal to the end. Those small moans became one long one, her cheeks pink, her knees going straight with tension for several solid seconds. Unable to help from bucking her meager hips into the cupboards sending some plastic containers within rattling. Then as quickly as it “came” the tension left her in release. Her slim yet bloated figure sliding her head out from under machine. Sending a direct stream of cream cascading down her tits and onto the periphery of her stuffed stomach. She barely lasted on her legs any more than a second before letting out a cute squeak of concern and taking a seat on the floor. The sudden drop from gravity knocking a burp and some jiggling out of her stuffed middle.

“Digestion next” Laura said pushing her glasses up a little. Under normal circumstances I likely would’ve needed a full minute to recover myself. But having someone relying on me literally squeezed between my enormous thighs made it hard to slack off and appreciate what I was seeing. “That one” I said gesturing to the required application. I had figured it was coming. One embarrassing stuffing was hardly worth Laura reversing her stance on getting involved. The only problem was that barring the extra embarrassment of being horny about it I had no idea why she had done the stuffing pavlovian style. She had to have another play I just couldn’t quite puzzle it out. My confusion wasn’t helped with her jacking up the metabolism property to make the digestion even more fattening. As confusing as it was I could hardly complain about the results. With one meal I noticed thighs plumping up, definition completely fading. Her belly didn’t even fully recede all the way. Sticking out as a reminder of her slutty buttercream stuffing session. She had been officially rendered out of shape. With a jiggle in her step and a strain in her uniform seams.

“Hmmm, next up…body shaping” Laura mused aloud. I was about to cut her off and maybe squish her into the desk until she explained herself. But to my surprise she navigated to the button all on her own. Prompting a slightly derisive squeak from me instead. I pressed my gut into her a little more to express my annoyance, as petty as it was. The exercise ball letting out a creak out our shifting mass. Meanwhile Laura was busy doing some mass shifting of her own. As the waitress climbed to her feet shakily her figure rippled and shifted. The soft mass of her belly and rear receding and reappearing as Laura worked a 3D model of her figure. I would’ve marveled a little at her skill if I wasn’t too busy staring at the result. The waitresses chest was bloating up at a rapid pace. Swelling from unimpressive and almost flat, to noticeably blessed and bountiful. But my sister didn’t stop there, she made the blondes tits downright impressive. Loading up almost the entirety of the buttercream stuffing straight to her top. A certain irony to be found in using dairy to grow tits. By the end of it her top had unbuttoned itself in three places. Her bigger flab enhanced bust thrusting out from her frame enough to obscure any hope she may have had of seeing her feet ever again.

To say the now busty blonde was out of it would be an understatement. Her attempts to get up from the floor were stifled by the bouncing mass of her enhanced breasts. So she settled on simply remaining on her skinny ass, trying to wipe away the spray of cream that had dispersed across her chest. Dabbing wishfully at them with a washcloth in a process that send then knocking and bouncing off one another. If she showed any sign of noticing anything strange with her body, I couldn’t make it out. As far as she was concerned the extra heft in her knockers wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Of course, any signs would’ve been concealed by the downright chastised look on her elegant face. Even without extra arousal her cheeks were strawberry pink as she eyed her chest in shame. Her professional grade blushing would’ve even put Doe to shame. But even before L.B.L UP I had gotten to admired blessed breasts and corpulent cup sizes. Both due to being friends with Eliza, and a city culture of flaunting any god or plastic surgeon given assets you had. So I grew slightly bored as it became clear, she’d just be generically cleaning herself off for a few minutes. Obviously L.B.L Up had me spoiled when it came to arousing situations. I didn’t mean to yawn, even though I was rather tired. But I did the cute sound anyways. letting it slip from my lips right next to Laura’s ear. My curvy sister releasing a sigh in response.

“I maintain you’re getting more out of this than you deserve, but I’ll throw you a bone anyways” Laura said making a few clicks on the screen. Before I could discern which of the 206 bones that could be, the screen flickered. Panning away from the sinful waitress and back to Eliza and Penny. The other two busty blondes in the bakery were beginning to look rather annoyed at their lack of food. Or at least Eliza was, Penny looked more shy about the whole thing. “Okay this is seriously getting out of hand” my lover snarled. Whether she was actually hungry, recovering from injured pride, or excited to see Penny eat up close I couldn’t quite discern. “I don’t know….maybe she’s right, I mean I’m pretty freaking huge” Penny mused shifting awkwardly in her seat a little. The simple motion bounced her immense teats a little, the rippling eliciting some creaks from the table. The mega busty cheer leader blushing as she accidentally reinforced her point. “Oh come on you’re not that massive, the average at school is higher than usual anyways” Eliza reassured the recently recovered hog. It was rather strange to see Penny self-conscious after so many months of manic energy spent either bullying or later stuffing herself enormous. “My thighs are wider than my waist used to be by nearly a factor of two” Penny explained slapping one of her tree trunk thighs for emphasis. Eliza becoming far too mesmerized watching it jiggle to offer a counter argument. “And this gut is like as big as a beanbag” Penny continued giving it a slap for emphasis. That one strike sending her wobbling like a pile of gelatin. It was only the slightest bit of an over exaggeration, by my measure it was slightly smaller than one. But close enough to not warrant correction.

“Well I’m getting kind of thick myself, and I can tell you from experience all that really matters is exercise” Eliza offered up and I couldn’t help but chuckle a little. In spite of her claims to wanting to slim down I hadn’t seem my lover anywhere near a gym since she had fattened up. Though her admitting she had plumped up was rather hot in it’s own right, albeit in a somewhat alien way. “Which is why I’m going to enjoy this cake…and as I said earlier…if you want to sample some you can” Eliza explained confidently. Inspite of her derision I could see Penny practically salivating at the thoughts. Even my chubby lover looked slightly hungry. But as she glanced up at the person serving the food. Her expression changed from one desire to another. Flicking seamlessly from gluttony to lust.