chapter 4

Cole couldn't sleep... He looked over at the clock, 3am.

Could this women really be his daughter? Yes... He'd had some risky sex with a woman some 20 odd years ago, but had that sex produced anything beyond a night of pleasure, surely she would have reached out right?

They met on vacation, but she knew his name, his school, his city. It was not impossible she could have found him again.

He didn't want to assume she was lying, but for his own sanity, he shuffled his way into into the bathroom. Getting a cotton ball out of the medicine cabinet before making his way into the living room.

As he approached the living room, he couldn't believe the sound he was hearing. Low rumbles were clearly audible even from the hallway.

He opened the door and was met with some of the loudest snoring he had ever heard. Was there a woman or a bear in the next room?

Making his way past the coffee table and peering over the couch, Cole noticed Crystal had wasted no time making herself at home.

The tight jean shorts had been discarded, draped on the corner of the kitchen table revealing a pair of panties the woman should have retired 15 pounds ago. The leg holes of the underwear dug into the sausage casing like thighs Crystal was spreading. He wouldn't have noticed this, except for the fact that at some point Crystal had gotten up in the night to gorge herself even more... Her newly distended girth forcing her small guest blanket to ride up and expose her meaty legs.

4 more beer cans lay half crushed and sprawled about her torso, with three more cans having rolled off of her and onto the floor, next to the discarded bag of chips and tostitos cheese dip.

"Is this really my daughter?" Cole thought incredulously. The neat freak of an engineer couldn't believe that any girl that was his genetic offspring could grow up to be such a slob.

Cole was very careful as he drew the cotton ball and lowered it to Crystal's mouth.

With a deafening snore, Cole was hit by a wave of stale beer and cheese stench. Cole was taken by surprise by the sudden wind and coughed.

He froze. Nervous his sudden outburst had woken up the plumper before him which might so happen to be his daughter.

Crystal squirmed and moaned, rolling onto her side.

The blanket slid off... Presenting Crystal's engorged middle in all its "glory"

Clair had been full and then some well before her midnight binge. Every sip of beer and cheesy bite of chips had had no space to occupy in her overburdened midsection, but Crystal's ravenous appetite had showed the digestive organ no mercy. With no room to dedicate to the constant wave of calories and carbs, her stomach had been forced to distend and balloon, creating room where none had previously existed to accomadate the new arrivals.

Crystal let out an uncomfortable moan as the contents of her stomach sloshed end over end, resettling in her new position.

One of her hands instinctively reached down and craddled her tortured midsection. She let whimpered as she did her best to keep her insides from sloshing around. An act Cole reckoned would have been more effective... Had her second hand joined in on the effort and not plunged down the front of her panties.

Crystal let out a mighty belch before letting out a different sort of moan.

Cole was grateful her eyes hadn't so much as fluttered open as she pressed down on her gut. It barely budged, it's softness barely apparent due to the utterly massive compaction of food that existed inside.

She moaned again, accompanied by a fleshy, wet squishy noise from underneath the creaking waistband of her panties.

Cole was mortified. He began to back away, abandoning his plan when the woman's head shifted on her pillow. "Braaaapppp!" Came another loud roar from the women and a moan loud enough, he reckoned even if he had still been in his bed down the hall he would have heard it.

But in this moment of pure, slovenly disgust... And opportunity presented itself to Cole. The half awake woman's moan came accompanied by a large glob of drool, which ran down her face and splashed down on her pillow.

Cole seized his opportunity, he took his cotton balls and mopped up the drool, before turning and making he way out of the room.

He walked slowly, scared of waking the slovenly woman. By the time he reached the edge of the room, her moans had faded, and she was beginning to grow more silent, even if her own vocalizations were replaced by the loud creaking of the couch as she bucked and squirm, approaching orgasm.

Cole let out a sigh of relief as he reached the door. He was home free he thought as he stepped forward...

And directly on a bag of chips with a loud crunch.

He stood there in deafening silence. Eventually, a groggy voice reached out into the darkness.

"Daddy... Is that you? I'm cold and my tummy hurts." The woman said with a wimper.