chapter 5

**this chapter contains watersports, if that isn't your thing, proceed to chapter 6**

Crystal could barely collect her thoughts, so awash was her brain with alcohol.

Did she really just call this near stranger daddy? It felt wrong to call him Cole... But she was worried she was getting too comfortable too quick.

She sat up and craddled her distended gut. It ached I'm her arms, but more than that... It was warm, swollen and it made her feel safe.

'Are you alright Crystal?' A concerned Cole asked, putting something swiftly in his pocket. Crystal couldn't see what it was, but in her currently intoxicated state she didn't care.

"The biggest problem I think I have is I'm awake and I don't see a drink in my hand!" She said with a slur.

"Almost as big of a problem... I don't think my stomach could take another bite before I all came up. Stretched the damn thing to the limit I did. But hang on... I have a secret trick." She said with a giggle before clasping her midsection and giving it a few rough shakes.

"Brrrrrruuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!" Came a massive belch from an equally massive woman.

"There. Now there's plenty of room." She said. "Can you get me another please?"

"I think you've had enough." Cole said, sitting down and placing a hand on your shoulder.

"No!" Crystal said. "I know you have more... And I have space to fill. Bring me more!" She demanded, stomping her foot.

Cole stared at his daughter in shock. He'd known her for hours and here she was demanding he provide her more drink she clearly didn't need.

Crystal sensed she had crossed a line, despite her intoxication. She lowered her head.

"I'm sorry da-... Cole. But... For the past year, I just can't stand the feeling of being empty."

"I'm not sure I understand?" Cole retorted.

"Well... Growing up... Mom worked so hard to provide for me... But she was on her own. We were always poor. Living off of food pantries, subsadies, charities. You name it."

She jostled her stomach affectionately.

"I never had enough. I always lied to mom and said I was full though. I couldn't stand to have her feel inadequate."

She looked up at the popcorn ceiling and stared off. "That all changed when I got my scholarship. At University I had all my loan money, I had a meal card... And I had boys who wanted to spend a night with a pretty skinny thing."

She made a mock seductive pose and laughed.

"For the first time outside of Thanksgiving or Christmas, I could let my appetite let lose. I could eat till I was full at every meal and there was always plenty of drink to go around. I soon found the freshman 15. And I found more than that. One day, they announced a student engagement fest on campus."

She smiled at Cole, with a dishoveled look of pure jubilation.

"There was a pie eating contest. Winner got $50, I was having a particular craving that day so I entered. I took slice after slice... But eventually, I was satiated. I noticed the contestants around me didn't stop though."

"So I made a decision that changed my life. I unbuttoned my pants and dived back in. And that's when I realized meals didn't need to stop when you got full. I ate, I ate and I ate. One by one everyone else tapped out. They told me I could stop but I was a women possessed. Long after they gave me the envelope and everyone had left... I was still there... Covered in crumbs and chocolate. The staff didn't mind, less for them to clean up. Eventually... I felt something hard and realized my stomach was pressed against the table. It hit me all at once, I felt sick... I got up and waddled back to my dorm. The hell with my math class that day."

She smiled.

"And I loved it. Feeling that rock hard, distended mass of flesh. Food is the one pleasure I've always been denied, and I realized I didn't need to just eat to live anymore."

She jiggled her belly again and drunkenly giggled.

"I could live to eat." She raised an arm and patted the back of her head. "I don't care what it does to my body. I don't care there's an entire other person's weight in excess lard I'm dragging around. I skipped classes, I quit growing out. I have denied myself food all my life. And now... I'm done."

She got up and began zigzagging her way to the kitchen.

"I don't care if it's beer or if it's ravioli. I need... Moooorrreee..." Crystal clearly hadn't realized how much she had drunk that evening, and the sudden movement towards the kitchen her brain had demanded had been a bit too much for her sluggish body to execute.

The drunk girl fell forward and landed off the coffee table. There was a loud *crack* as the cheap wood was unable to resist all 260lbs of woman plus the considerable bulk of added weight she hadn't digested yet.

She hit the ground hard and took a deep breath.

"Oh my God Crystal! Are you alright?" Cole called out.

"Ugh... Too much... Too much... To drink." She cried out, clutching her gut and crossing her legs.

"I... I'm sorry Daddy. It's... Coming!" She called.

Cole didn't know what she meant until he heard the sound of running water and could hazard a guess.

He looked at the toppled woman's ass and could swiftly see the blue panties overstretched over her plump bottom transition into navy as all the drinks she consumed all evening were finally expelled from her body.

The acrid smell of beer piss filled the air as a puddle formed around her.

"I'm sorry Daddy!" She cried. "I've... I've really overdone it haven't I?"

Finally... The sound of the eruption between her legs dissapated and Cole could finally feel the shock leave his body.

"Well... You can't stay on the floor. C'mon... I'll help you up. Let's get you clean." He reached out a hand to assist her, only for his action to be handidly ignored. Instead... Nothing but snores met him back.

"Christ..." He said to himself. "What am I going to do with her."