chapter 4

You wake up from the rumbling of your stomach and try to guess where you are. Below you is wood, you seem to be half-sitting, half-lying in a kind of chair or lounger and strapped to it, yes, now you can feel the straps snug against you and your fat pads oozing out between them. Your legs are slightly open. An examination chair? Your mouth is dry and you try to swallow and moisten it. Fingers immediately reach into it, open it forcibly and push a tube down your throat again. You try to squirm away, in vain. Someone is fingering your vagina while other hands caress your wobbly breasts, belly and thighs. It doesn't take long and you are wet, they push something hard into your vagina, penetrate your ass and also stuff something in your asshole. Then someone puts some kind of button in your hand. When you try to defend yourself and close your fist in time, you briefly press the switch and a burst of warm cream runs into you while you feel a short vibration below.

One hand pats you on the cheek, presses the switch again with your thumb, this time a little longer, lets you process the cream and the vibration and pats your cheek again. You keep stiff. You thought they couldn't be any more perfidious. When you won't continue your mast on your own, they clap impatiently with flat hands on your bobbing fat of your jelly belly and thighs until you carefully press the switch again. You keep interrupting in disgust at the situation. At some point you drove their impatience to the point where they reactivate the cattle drover. You give up and surrender to self-fattening and simultaneous masturbation. The longer you hold out, the more intense the penetration below gets.
You are trying to change your position to make it easier for you to orgasm, but the straps and your massive body do not allow you to slide an inch forward. When the tension in your belly becomes uncomfortable, you stop. The hands immediately check your progress on the curve and tightness of your stomach. You beg them to be satisfied, but the drover is quick to signal a different opinion. After what feels like an eternity and with a very painful moan from your mouth, the flow of the cream slows down while the vibrations below intensify and rhythmic pushes begin. You can't help it now. You have to go on, block out the pain from the increasing pleasure and heat. When the thrusts get wilder and the hands begin to massage your stomach and inner thighs, you come in long violent bursts and with one last tremor you piss yourself uncontrollably. The switch falls to the floor and they pull out the hose and vibrators. As hands continue to feast on your bodyfat, you pass out.