Chapter 11 - revelations part 3

Once I was back to focusing on her, my treat swallowed, she pulled me again and I let my body move as she wished. She pulled her hand low so that I was drawn forward until I had to put my arms on the ground to support myself. She brought the chain to the hook on the ground and tightened another bolt around it, locking me into my position on all fours.

I hung my head to look between my arms, curious. I found a wide arch of hanging belly, gravity pulling it toward the earth. It looked so smoothed and full. I ached for my mistress to touch it again.

A clicking of machines sounded above me, a familiar crawl of the tube that makes whatever delicious concoction my mistress gives me fall from above. I felt my eyebrows come together in confusion. Never before had it come without my mask first surrounding my face. I looked over to my mistress, hoping she'd give me some explanation.

She just smirked at me as the tube lowers.

It fell right over the trough and halted just above its top. Then she hits the middle blue button. The thick liquid began to fall down and the trough began to fill.

It was right in front of me, I felt my body tensing in anticipation. I bit my lip, eager to get at it, to begin gorging. I gulped and the chains under me clanked. I watched the liquid pour upon itself, thickly creeping over the bottom of the trough then up its sides. It was coming towards me and I felt impatient, only the want to make my mistress happy keeping me from rushing forward to take in the sweet, filling, delicious liquid.

As I watched the trough fill, I glance up at her every few seconds, expecting her to turn off the tube and let me go at it. But she didn't turn it off. Instead, she slipped the remote in her pocket, walked over to me, leaned down to grab my chin, and with a mischievous grin said, "Don't you dare let any of that precious mixture touch my floor or you will be punished. Now, eat."

The instant she dropped my chin, I lunged forward, digging my face into the liquid. It was just inches from the top, and the tube was still pouring next to my face. I slurped and swallowed as fast as I could to try to keep the level low. As I do, the familiar feelings of bliss begin to fill me. It nearly slowed me down as I felt the urge to stop and allow my body to writhe and buck. But I fought to focus. I brought a hand to the front of the trough and the other one to the opposite side, keeping my self low, my rear in the air. I noticed the sounds of my gluttony are louder in this exercise than with the mask. I could hear myself pant and suck, gulp and grunt as I took in as much of the mixture as I could with every mouthful. The sound of thick liquid and human gorging filled the room.

I keep the level down, but just barely. My eyes dart to the sides and to the tube. I had to keep that pace, or faster. I moaned in pleasure as my stomach begins to fill, a long way from the capacity that I've built up over the past few months, but an enjoyable journey all the same. I pushed myself to fill faster, to take more in, to fight through the melting of my being into ecstasy, to keep pushing to keep the level low. Finally, it seemed to be slightly lower than when I started. I began beating the tube, not by much, but I was doing it.

I kept going.

Vaguely, in the background I hear the sound of heels walking away from me, of one of the mirrors opening and closing, then heels returning to me and the small clicks of metal, like a belt being tightened. I knew my mistress had been watching me eat, I briefly wondered what she was doing now. I quickly pushed the thought away to focus on the task she had given me.

As I slurped and gulped, I felt a fishnet covered calf slid along mine until her leg rested by my inner thigh.

Then another leg grazed my butt cheek, outside my leg.

Hands gripped my hips.

My brow furrowed in confusion but I fought to keep eating, my body bouncing up and down slightly to take in mouthfuls of the stuff.

Then I felt both legs tense and move.

Then something entered me.

Hard, smooth, lubed up so that it went straight in.

I leaned up until my collar jerked me back and gasped in shock, my whole body tensing. My grip tightened on the trough, I was sure my knuckles were going white. My eyes were wide as was my mouth. I felt liquid drip in thick, slow forming drops from my cheeks and chin.

The hands on my hips began to rub and kneed my back, digging into the ample flesh found there.

"It's only me dearest. I told you this little opening would be fun. Be careful now, your dish is about to overflow and we wouldn't want that, would we?"

I looked down, unsure for a moment what to do. My eyes took in the rising liquid, I saw it centimeters away from the top. In a panic, I dove into it and took in as much as I could. I ate at my fastest possible speed, coming up for air as infrequently as possible.

As I devoured the substance before me, my mistress began exploring my body. Her hands groped my thick back and then sank under, making for my belly. She leaned against me, but it seemed my rear was too massive for her to put her arms around my full girth. Not while she kneels there behind me.

"Glorious," she whispered, but it's not for me.

It occurred to me how strange this was; most my focus was on the trough and getting as much liquid in me as fast as I can. This made my whole body shake with my movements, jiggling and twitching. And there she is, behind me, her hands keeping her aboard for the ride.

And then she leaned away and whatever it was that was inside me receded. Then it rushed forward as her hips hit my ass. My whole body took the blow, I found myself jerking forward, more of my face rushing into the liquid as I moaned.

But I didn't stop eating.

I kept going as she began thrusting hard, slowly at first but picking up momentum. I moaned when I could, I grunted and let forth a high-pitched yelp or two. But mostly I ate. I ate and she f****ed me. I packed as much as I could in every mouthful. I forced it down with abandon. My mind was leaving the room, it was transcending to somewhere I longed to be. My body was losing its form, and it was absorbing hers. I felt my face contort and my eyes squeeze. I felt my body tense then relax with every move she made.

Everything was building in my loins, as if every nerve was making its way through my veins to throb between my legs. Her nails were digging into my meaty hips but the pain they caused only intensified every sensation.

At some point, I think I was seeing stars.

She exited me.

I was confused why at first as my mind finally returned to my head. Then I realize I was leaning far into the trough and merely licking at the puddles of all that was left. She must have turned the tube off while my mind was off the planet.

I leaned up, licking at my face which was covered in leftover liquid.

As I became more and more aware of myself, I groaned at how bloated and heavy my midsection felt. It was all I could do to keep myself upright, my arms shaking as my hands gripped desperately at the side of the trough to hold me steady.

I panted, exhausted. My mind was clear, just trying to keep myself upright and thoughtlessly waiting for whatever would happen next.

And then something sharp slapped my rear and with a yell and grunt I fell. Luckily, I rolled before I landed on the hook that held my chain leash to the floor.