One more burger

Chapter 2 - one more burger - part 2

She walks into the kitchen, leaving you to get a good look at her rear end. She knows perfectly well that you peek at it - that is, if her exaggerated hip swaying is anything to go by. She returns with a two-litre bottle of cherry cider. She could always put this stuff away; at the bars you went to, you noticed that she'll get bloated before she gets tipsy. She kneels down next to you and unfastens her shorts. You can see a small triangle of her belly, but she isn't showing it to you yet. Is this what the cider is for? Does she feel like she has to dissolve her inhibitions beforehand? You have no time to ask any questions; she slowly twists the cap off the cider bottle, looks you straight in the eye, and then tilts her head back.

The bottle bubbles loudly as her cheeks swell with liquid; her gulps loud and determined. She needs both hands to support the heavy bottle, leaving her no way to caress her rapidly filling belly. With the huge amount of food pushing you into a ridiculously soft chair, you can't move even if you wanted to; all you can do is watch as she drains this two-litre bottle of carbonated alcohol. She begins to take deep breaths as she chugs, giving soft moans that are muffled by her intake.

With each gulp her moans become louder and longer. You know she isn't in any pain, though. Or at least no more pain than she can handle. Your eyes become glued to her expanding stomach. Her sides are swelling outwards; her flimsy vest top is being pulled tighter and tighter; her underside is slowly pushing the fastenings of her shorts further and further apart. You catch a small glimpse of her underwear peeking out from beneath the shorts.

Her panties have cherries on them. Everything's cherries with her. She even smells like them - it's come to the point where you can't eat or smell a cherry without feeling romantically and sexually stimulated.

The bottle is nearly completely empty; you glance up to check the contents, and then a gurgle from her belly brings your attention straight back to the inflated blimp. With one final gulp, the bottom side of her top forcefully bounces up over her belly, resting gently against her breasts. She drops the bottle and brings both hands to her pregnant-looking abdomen, giving a loud, triumphant burp before waddling closer to you so that you can get your hands on her. Your hands and lips eagerly explore her enormous water balloon of a belly, causing her cheeks to flush a deep red. She gasps under your touch and sticks her tummy out as far as she can, hoping to completely envelop your view with how fat she's made herself look.
"I'm gonna burst wide open!" She teases you, picking up another double cheeseburger.
Her free hand rubs circles on your own bloated middle, indicating that this next burger is for you. You feel your stomach rumbling; is this in anticipation, or in fear?

"One more burger, and you get to see my boobs."

Your mind jolts back to the night with the cocktail pitcher. You've wanted to see her amazing breasts ever since that night when they were nearly bouncing out of her dress. With each hiccup you felt sure that the next one would bring them out in all their glory - and now this deliciously playful balloon of a Goddess is saying that the only thing standing between your eyes and those breasts is one double cheeseburger.

You greedily bite into the burger and chew for all it is worth. Within seconds you've gulped it down and taken the next bite, but a loud grumble of protest from your belly implores you to slow down.
"Take it easy, gorgeous." She laughs, handing you the half-eaten burger. "We have the whole weekend."
This is the first time she's handed you the burger instead of feeding it to you herself. She must be aware of your determination. While you slowly take down bite after bite she gently spreads your legs and lays down between them. She reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a bottle of oil.
"It's called Warming Booby Oil, but it's good for bellies, too." She winks.
Popping the cap off the bottle, she drizzles a wave of oil over your distended belly that is starting to ache from the testing of its capacity. Her soft hands massage the oil into your stomach, rubbing all around every inch. The warming effect picks up almost immediately, sending a wave of passion through every part of your tummy and permeating through your whole body. She wraps your arms around your belly and hugs it, giving you lots of kisses and much-needed squeezes. It gurgles and groans as you force more food down your throat, each grumble emanating from deep in your core and bubbling to the surface. She can feel your belly's gurgles, too; each point of rumbling gaining a sweet kiss from her cherry lips.

You wrap your legs around her and squeeze her in close, pressing the topside of her tummy up against the underside of yours. The two bellies generate a ferocious amount of heat between them, making her moan in delight and kiss your belly button. You run your fingers through her hair while she massages the sides of your aching belly; the two stuffed organs are even gurgling in unison. For the two of you, food could never be merely about survival. You feed each other and encourage each other to eat more. By bloating each other's stomachs to ensure you take up more space, you are telling each other that the worst thing about you is that there isn't enough of you.

You nourish each other to make each other softer because you cherish each other's hugs and touch.

Feeding each other is your way of saying "I Love You".

She gently rises up, spotting that you no longer have a burger in your hands. With a sultry look on her face, she reaches for the underside of her vest top and pulls it up slowly. With every inch it rises, you see more and more of the undersides of her breasts, until finally they fall out from underneath, bouncing on the top of her distended belly in all their soft, round glory. She drops her top to the side and just kneels there in front of you; her heavy breathing making her breasts and belly rise and fall. Your jaw drops as you stare with lust in your eyes, unsure whether to watch her bosom glistening in the fire's light; or her hands rubbing every part of her bursting belly that she can reach.

You can suddenly tell that she has a cheeky idea. She begins to stroke her already-hardened nipples, blushing and moaning as they grow larger and stiffer. She then covers her breasts with one hand and picks up a double cheeseburger with the other.

You know you can't handle it. Your belly is screaming out for mercy already. Your sides are so swollen and your skin so tight that you're certain that you're developing stretch marks right now.

"One more burger, and you get to play with them."

Fuck.

How are you supposed to refuse an offer like that?