Chapter 12 - sit

Grunting, Dianne lifted herself awkwardly off the couch, as if she were heavily pregnant. There was still a satisfied smile on her face and Grace could see that she loved this feeling of being so full.

Christian came around to help her up and he pulled the bloated girl into a romantic embrace, kissing her and whispering something that Grace couldn’t quite catch, making her giggle like she was ten years younger and still in high school; his fingers slipping over her bulging sides, enjoying their expanding softness.

Grace watched them both for a few moments until they both turned to her and smiled pleasantly. “I hope you’re ready for this!” Christian smiled, patting the middle cushion of the sofa where Dianne had just been.

Grace, walked slowly around the couch to take her place, with Christian nodding encouragingly for her to sit.

“We don’t want your blouse to get messy,” Dianne coaxed, nodding for Grace to take it off.

The sexual tension was almost unbearable, with both Dianne and Christian looking hungrily at Grace’s body as the material slipped off her chubby physique. Her stomach had softened up a lot in the last couple of weeks and her breasts were now hardly contained by the undersized bra she was still wearing; the straps digging into her freshly fattened build; voluptuous blubber beginning to spread into a tyre that was building up her brand new fat roll.

“Don’t forget to unbutton your pants,” Dianne coaxed. “Your tummy is going to get quite tight after this!”

“I’m…” Grace began, a bit self-consciously and feeling grateful when Christian disappeared off to the kitchen to fill up his jug again. She moved in closer to Dianne and whispered so that Christian would not be able to hear her. “My underwear were getting a bit tight,” she explained. “…So I decided to go without today.”

Rather than being horrified or sympathetic, Dianne simply raised her eyebrows in excitement. “Kinky girl!” she smiled in amusement. “That’s even better!” she giggled, moving in closer and unbuttoning Grace’s pants for her, letting them slide an inch down from her hips before she allowed her to finally sit down.

Looking up at her, Grace had never wanted a girl to touch her so much.

“Relax!” Dianne giggled. “You’re going to have so much fun!” Then, with that, she disappeared off to the kitchen, following Christian so that she could wash out the funnel.

Grace heard them both whispering to each other but could not make out what was being said. What fiendish things were they planning? How could she sit here and resist the urge to slip her fingers down and into herself?

A minute later, the couple sniggered approvingly at the sight of Grace sat there waiting for them as they got themselves into position.

Grace was waiting, feeling incredibly nervous. Was this the most erotic moment of her life? She was going to be fattened-up, for real! She watched Christian holding the heavy jug in his hands and her nervousness increased. Would she be able to finish this? That was a very large container, filled to the brim with the most fattening substance Christian could concoct!

Dianne came next to Grace, placing her knee on the couch as she leaned in to hold the funnel above Grace's mouth. “Head back,” she ordered, lifting Grace’s chin until her head rested firmly against the back cushion of the sofa. Then Grace felt the pipe end of the funnel knock between her teeth as it was inserted into her mouth. No going back now. Her heart was racing faster than ever. This was the greatest moment of her life so far! She could see Christian and Dianne looking down at her, both of them grinning with an evil glint in their eyes. She could even feel the mass of Dianne’s huge, fattened tummy brushing up against her arm, as the obese woman held the funnel ready in her mouth.

“Get ready!” Christian laughed, beginning to tip the contents in. “Here it comes!”