Chapter 11 - chug

Skipping off, Christian headed to the kitchen whilst Dianne whipped off her blouse and threw it across the room. With only her bra on, Dianne’s fat, blubbery gut spilled out once again, looking considerably heavier and more developed than last time.

“You see, the trick is…” Dianne began, standing up and collecting a large plastic funnel from a drawer beside the couch, “…you’ve got to focus your mind on chugging and let gravity help you get it down. It forces you to push yourself more than you would normally.” She sat herself down in the centre of the couch and undid the top few buttons of her pants, spreading the material so that her swollen, soft belly had more room. “That’s also very important,” she chuckled. “You don’t have time to release your pants if they get uncomfortably tight when you’re chugging.”

Grace marvelled at how organised and efficient the pair of them were. She had never anticipated this level of dedication and coordination.

Christian came back in carrying a large jug of thick, brown liquid. “Grace, do you want to hold the funnel in place for her?” he asked, as he held the heavy jug with two hands.

Surprised, Grace got up, unsure what was unexpected of her when Dianne passed her the funnel with an excited smile. Christian positioned Dianne’s head back and gestured for Grace to insert it into Dianne’s open mouth.

The air felt highly sexualised and tense. Grace couldn’t tell which of the three of them was the most excited.

Inserting the funnel as requested, Grace held it in place whilst Christian seemed to be deliberately taking his time, prolonging the anticipation for his obese girlfriend. Finally, with a smirk plastered across his face, he began pouring the incredibly thick shake, filling the funnel almost to capacity.

Dianne was like a machine, gulping and swallowing as fast as she could. The line of shake retreated lower and lower, making Christian smile and lift the jug again to add more.

Grace still held the funnel firmly in place.

Before long, Christian’s jug was empty and as Grace looked down, Dianne’s impressive belly was looking larger and more bloated than Grace had ever seen it before. It appeared to be as tight as a drum.

Chug, chug, chug, Dianne continued, until it was all gone.

“Ah!” Dianne gasped as she finished; Grace having taken the funnel out. She put her fist to her mouth and burped softly for a few seconds, giggling in a high pitched squeak. “Damn!” she cheered, rubbing her huge tummy and almost struggling to catch her breath. “It makes your belly feel so stuffed!” she explained, having to burp a couple of times again. “It feels amazing!” she sighed, as if she were in heaven.

Christian looked at Grace appraisingly, clearly spotting the fascination in her face; his devious mind calculating and curious. “Would you like a go?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Grace felt a little caught off guard. “Um… well, I…” she spluttered, looking down at Dianne who was nodding furiously, urging her to accept the invitation. “I suppose I could try…” she mumbled.