chapter 5 - carbo loading

As they drove, Anne nibbled and dipped in and out of the snacks. Aside from a few gurgles, her stomach didn’t seem to change much. It hadn’t grown in a few hours and they were approaching the hotel. Steve thought about the journey and how he’s enjoyed seeing his super fit girlfriend bloat a little, showing her cute, perfect toy formed potbelly on her toned frame. It had been good, but now the journey was coming to an end.

They pulled into the hotel car park and Anne pulled her track shorts up around her rounded belly. As Anne stepped out of the car for the first time since the McDonalds in England, she let out a discreet, but very long burp and instinctively put a hand to the side of her belly. Steve was quite amazed to see her seemingly unbothered by the large tight gut that protruded against her Lycra shorts. He stepped out of the car too and stood looking at his engorged girlfriend for a moment, trying to commit this perfect moment to memory as best he could.

To his delight, she came round the car and kissed him, thanked him for taking her, then hugged him. He could feel the hard round belly between him and what was usually his girlfriend’s washboard stomach. He placed his hand on the side of her stomach as they hugged. Where he would normally grab her minute waist as though grabbing a cup, her larger waistline now only accepted a flattened palm.

They started towards the hotel. It had been a perfect day for Steve, and he didn’t mind that it was ending here.

“Well, I guess you’d better get some rest. Big day tomorrow.” He said.
“Errrm, what?”
“Tomorrow, it’s your race?”
“Yeah, I know genius! But do you really think I’m going to run a long distance race on crisps and a pastry?”
Steve looked confused
“I still need to carbo load!”
Steve’s eyes lit up. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She was really going to force even more into that bursting stomach?

In the hotel room, Anne changed into her joggers and an oversized jumper before they went out to eat. Steve watched her as she got changed and chuckled at the sight of her extended lower belly. Anne looked in the mirror and laughed, her upper stomach had all but returned to normal, with rippled abs popping out again, but her lower belly bulged outward like a pregnant woman’s would.

The hotel was rather basic, but the restaurant seemed nice, and they had plenty of carb-filled meals to satisfy Anne’s need for long lasting energy. She ordered garlic bread and fried mozzarella to start. Then a plate of pasta and a plate of chips. Steve ordered a salad to start and a pizza.

They chatted and recounted the journey over starters. They laughed at Anna’s impression of her mum and wondered what might have happened if Steve had chosen to set off a little earlier. He said he’d have come back for her, and she blushed a little.

When the mains arrived, Anne said she was feeling a little full, but that she wanted to finish everything. She picked at the chips from time to time, but spent most of her time on the pasta. It was a large dish of prawn linguine and each bite was a delight. The heavy carbohydrates were pushing her already bloated stomach further with each bite.

Steve ate 3/4 of his pizza. But didn’t feel like eating much more, so late.
Anna finished the pasta and took a moment to catch her breath. She drank some water and let her food settle for a moment before picking at her chips again. Steve felt an urge. He didn’t want to jeopardise Anna’s chances tomorrow by over feeding her, but the events of the day had put him in a state of barely contained arousal. He offered Anne the final quarter of his pizza.

Anne was feeling extremely full. A discreet hand lowered to her stomach confirmed that she had ballooned to her usual carbo loading size. Her stretchy joggers were approaching the limit of their stretch and soon would have to be slid down, under her burgeoning belly.
The tops of her thighs grew warmer as more of her stomach came to rest on top of them. But she accepted the challenge the finish Steve’s pizza. “More power for tomorrow”, she told herself.

Then it was time for desert. Steve, who’s brain was mow 10% logic and 90% horny feeder, ordered the extra large choco delight sharing sundae, despite Anne’s refusal. When it arrived Steve ate a few spoonfuls.
“Mmmph! That’s amazing. You’ve got to try it!”
“Haha I don’t know if I can Steve. I’m ready to burst”, Anne replied. She was leaning back in her chair with a hand on the ambiguous shape under her large jumper.
A minute or two passed and Anne caved. She picked up a little spoon, “maybe just a mouthful or two”.

22 mouthfuls later, Anne leant back in her chair defeated. Steve sat in equal parts shock and arousal at what he had just witnessed. If this running ever doesn’t work out for this girl, she certainly has a future in competitive eating!

Steve happily paid the bill and stood from his seat. A lethargic Anne stayed slumped in her seat. Upon standing, Steve got a slightly better view of what was hiding under Anne’s jumper, but it was still largely obscured. He offered a hand to his girlfriend as she fought off a food coma and heaved herself up from the table. This was the fullest she had ever been.

Steve glanced down at the baggy jumper covering his girlfriend. Even though it was oversized, he could still see an almost unrealistically larger abdomen underneath. Was it just a trick of the eye? Anne waddled slowly next to him as they held hands. He stifled a burp or two as they stepped into the lift.
“I hope this thing doesn’t go down”, she joked once the doors closed.
Then, using the mirror in the life she pulled her jumper tight around her overextended belly for a moment. Steve couldn’t believe his eyes.

Her usually tight and small middle was still tight, but now in a very different way. She looked like she had eaten a beachball. Her stomach was well into pregnant woman territory and approaching the 7-8 months mark.

Just then the doors opened and two or three other athletic looking girls got in. They looked at Anne and her stomach and quickly looked away. Anne blushed and went back to hiding her stomach under the mass of fabric. Steve had to hide something of his own.

Back in the room, the two lovers began getting ready for bed. Steve quickly stripped off his clothes down to his boxers. Then went to the bathroom where Anne was brushing her teeth. Steve came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. He leant into her back so she could feel his abs press into her, and something else that was hard press into her a little lower down.

She put her toothbrush back in her bag and began to take off her clothes gingerly.

As she slipped out of the oversized jumper, and pulled her joggers to the ground (with a little bit of a struggle). She stood and surveyed her body in the mirror. She was large. Her stomach seemed to swell sideways, as well as forwards. Her muscles were still visible thanks to her low body fat percentage, but now they looked stretched out and thin like paper. She couldn’t have sex with Steve like this could she? She attempted for a moment to suck it in, but her attempt was barely noticeable, and on relaxing again, her stomach seemed to bulge out even further than before.

Steve bushes up against her back once more, eyeing Anne’s stomach in the mirror. He kissed the back of her neck and his hands slid slowly from her waist to caress her huge round belly. He rubbed her bulging lower belly, and she could feel his errection swell as it pressed into her lower back. She closed her eyes as he kissed the side of her neck and rubbed the sides of her overstuffed gut.
“I want you bigger”, he whispered as he rubbed her body. Anne was a little surprised by this remark, but she had assumed for a while that Steve liked her stomach being full. She had seen the way he looked at her when she had a foodbaby, and she had been with guys who had stranger kinks. She was also now caught up on arousal that wasn’t going to go away until she got what she wanted, so she may as well lean into it.

When Anne pushed out her already enormous stomach, taking her from looking like a 8 month pregnant lady to a large 9 monther, Steve almost blew his load right there. He could now only just fit his arms around her, she was so overextended. He moved around to her side and began kissing the giant fleshy balloon. As he did so he could hear the hungry growing and gurgling inside her. He rubbed and kissed and Anne continued to push out as much as she could.

The couple, a tangle of arms, legs and one huge stomach, made their way to the bed without unlocking lips for a second. Although they were both full (one of them more so) they were entirely ravenous for one another. Anne ran her fingers down Steve’s rippled abs and slid her hand into his briefs. Steve continued rubbing Anne’s lower belly, before also sliding his hand down Anne’s panties. The two greedily grappled with one another in pure lust. They pulled hair, bit lips and whispered promises in eachothers ears.

When neither of them could entertain foreplay for a moment longer, Steve rose to his knees and put a condom on. He surveyed his girlfriends bloated abdomen, pulsating and heaving as she breathed quick, arroused breaths. She rubbed the sides of her rock hard stomach. He began to insert himself into her, but soon realised there was a problem. Anne was so big that missionary sex was going to be an issue. Her belly rose up like a mountain of taught skin. There was no room. Still both ravenous, Anne heaved her heavy body up and rolled onto all-fours. However she couldn’t arch her back properly because her belly already touched the bed. It was uncomfortable. The two chuckled a little.
“I’ve never been too big for sex before”, Anne laughed.

Once they found a few positions that worked, the pair gorged on each other, and could only stop once their appetites had been completely depleted. Anne wasn’t worried about the exertion before her race, she had the calories to spare after all.