Chapter 7 - Part 7 – Sloth (Acedia)

(Continued from previous chapter)

Then George did something he’d never done before. He started to gently rub her belly, breasts, thighs, even arms. The he kissed her everywhere fondling her rolls of fat as he does it. Felicia had never been handled like that by a man before and she was in heaven, if she hadn’t been there to begin with. Then George moved between her fat thighs and kissed them, approaching soaking wet pussy slowly driving her crazy. Then he did things with his tongue, teeth and fingers that seemed to last forever and Felicia quickly lost count on how many times she came.

When the pressure in her belly got a bit more manageable, George taught her how to come on top of him so that there’s no pressure on the belly – a position used by women pregnant in the third semester. Even that way Felicia was barely able to handle her rapidly grown body and enormous stuffed gut, but she was a quick learner and then the orgasms continued.

An hour or so later, she eased herself back on her back on the bed and grinned like a Cheshire cat.

-God that was amazing, I’ve never had anyone even remotely as good a lover, she panted and burped.

-Nah it’s not just me, it’s because you’ve gotten fat, and the feeding, he replied solemnly.

-Umm, speaking of which, Felicia purred and tested her gut with her hands expertly, I haven’t eaten anything for almost two hours, I’m wasting away here.

Part 7 – Sloth (Acedia)

The whole night and the whole next day was a blur. They altered between making love and George feeding her more donuts. It seemed like each round pushed her further and further in her gluttony and she could feel her belly stretch like never before.

By morning they were 175 donuts inside her and Felicia was so bloated that conventional sex was out of the question – all she could do was lay on her back, chew and force yet another bite down. But she was determined and so was George. He went down on her and would only keep going while she kept eating. That brought her the biggest orgasms so far, but then she finally passed out with a partly eaten donut hanging from her mouth.

Felicia would have probably slept for the whole day, but George woke her up after two hours of sleep by forcing a donut in her mouth. She was barely conscious and didn’t even open her eyes, but opened her mouth like a baby.

-Goerge mon amour, she muttered.

He stopped on his tracks, dropping the box of donuts on the bed. Danielle. No! She was dead, driven over by a truck in front her apartment, just some yards away from where he was now.



-D-Danielle, is that you? He stuttered in a faint voice, wiping a sudden burst of cold sweat from his forehead.

-Je suis tellement faim, feed me George, Felicia/Danielle moaned with a strong french accent. And her voice wasn’t the high clear voice of Felicia anymore, instead it was the low and sensual murmur Danielle had spoken with whenever George fed her.

For the next hour George fed Felicia/Danielle and cried. Danielle was locked up somewhere deep inside Felicia and her presence was never very strong. But unlike Felicia, Danielle was starving and apparently had no idea how stuffed Felicia actually was, so she ate with vigor every donut George pushed in her mouth, just the way Danielle had liked – with force until her cheeks were bulging. Danielle kept eating the donuts until finally it was physically impossible for her to swallow another bite and Felicia’s body was trembling in yet another spontaneous orgasm.

That’s what woke her up too and caused Danielle to fade away, still pleading George to feed her as she was starving.

Felicia burped wildly and whimpered from the pain in her ridiculously swollen stomach, but somehow managed to speak: -George, I saw a wonderful dream. In it I was hooked to this big machine with huge tanks filled with something sweet and rich. I was so huge I filled the whole bed and all I did was lay on my back and suck, suck, suck. The tanks never ran dry and I never became too full to keep going. It was heaven.

George wondered whether Felicia had any idea she was at least partly possessed by his passed away feedee. Then again Danielle had never been as greedy or obsessed about feeding devices so he figured Felicia was also a some kind of feedee – a creature born out of her bottomless lust and greed. And the two combined - he brushed his hand over her quivering gut that was completely spherical and making loud gurgling sounds. A quick count revealed that there was now 200 donuts in there turning to fat as fast as her overtaxed digestion could handle.

-God I’m so full…and fat, Felicia cooed, I feel like I’m fuller now than when I passed out. How is that possible? She asked groggily, unable to even lift her hands to caress her throbbing gut.

George didn’t say anything, just looked at her oddly, like he’d just seen a ghost. Soon he heard snoring and burping beside him, accompanied by loud noises of digestion. The insatiable glutton spreading on the bed was finally satisfied for a moment. No, two insatiable gluttons in one body, George corrected himself. He hoped Felicia/Danielle would sleep for some hours as he had things to do. He quietly left the apartment and made a few calls.

Late in the evening George returned pushing a large machine in through the bedroom door, pushing aside dozens of empty donut boxes and other wrappers. Felicia was still sound asleep, now on her side, cradling her massive belly with both hands. She looked visibly fatter than the day before, George could spot numerous beginnings of new stretch marks everywhere, but mostly on her distended midsection. He pushed the machine beside the bed as quietly as he could.

The machine, put together from various parts for different purposes started humming lightly when he turned it on. On top of it were two 10 gallon tanks filled with a grayish substance consisting of mostly calories. The guy who he paid to refill the tanks every two days was paid enough to never ask any questions whatsoever.

George carefully inserted the thick tube to Felicia’s mouth, put the switch in her hand and pressed her finger with his so that machine activated, starting to pump the liquid to her mouth. As the delicious sweet liquid entered Felicia’s mouth, she stirred, not quite waking up completely and mumbled between greedy gulps: -Je suis tellement faim, mon amour.

He watched her expand for a while. With the machine it didn’t take long for her to reach fullness, and soon she was as huge as ever, then bigger. George was amazed to see she had already sucked over a gallon from the first tank.

George stepped out of the apartment, put the key in his pocket and wondered if he’d ever return there.