chapter 5b - in which kara tries to go out with a bang

The next group came minutes later, and then the next. Before long there was a steady stream of guests returning from their festivities. Some more steady than others. Many had given the Bavarian branch of their own hired security the slip to return out onto Theresienwiese after claiming they were done for the night. And the sight that awaited them, that awarded them for their efforts, was shocking.

Kara was refusing to move a muscle. No. Not refusing. She just didn’t need to. She was laid back against the seat with her arms and legs spread wide. Her golden head-dress was still on, but her golden bikini was as good as gone. Her hugely enlarged breasts had been freed to rest atop her great round belly and both were shining with beer, with sweat, with saliva, with oil. Where yesterday she had had angry purple stretch marks, today she had painted them all gold and so given her breasts, her hips, and her enormous belly wreaths of their own. It was impossible to know if she was wearing her bikini bottoms or not: her heaving gut obscured the view at the front, and at the sides there were at least two rolls that might hide a golden string.
Three of her worshipers were forcing food into her simultaneously, fighting each other for the privilege of enlarging her further with each hundred-Euro mouthful. One poured more beer. Not into her tankard, but directly into her open mouth.

On either side of her, Marcelo and Dante were working hard. Their muscles gleamed and writhed as they massaged her belly. Now and then, Marcelo took time to squeeze and wobble her hips, eliciting further moans of pleasure, and then moved onto cupping her breasts and ensuring that her nipples stuck out like corks. He lifted one and let it drop onto her belly causing a wobble that ran all down her front. And another moan.

Dante was only using one hand on her belly. His other herculean arm was wedged in between the soft meat of Kara’s strong thigh, and the ever increasing mass of her belly. He’d shoved the material of her bikini bottom aside to let him caress her fattened and continually-engorged vulva. He cupped it, slapped it, and used two thick, strong fingers to fill her from below. Kara wouldn’t have given him up for anything.

But, he wasn’t teasing her this time. Every ten minutes or so, he’d demand the revellers stop putting things in her mouth and stare deeply into her eyes. And then he’d let them all watch her come. Hugely, expansively, messily. He’d let her squirt all over his hand and wipe it on her belly while she bucked and wobbled, stuffed to the brim. He’d lean up, press his hard cock into her huge wobbling middle and whisper in her ear about how heavy she was, and how much she had that nobody in the whole boat could ever hope to achieve.
Oh god, thought Kara, we may actually go out with a bang. So full. So bloated. So heavy. We need to stop. No! We’re not stopping! Look at the work these poor fools are putting into sculpting us. Tens of thousands of Euros each night. Their dignity as well! They’re fighting with each other to pour their riches down our throat. Aren’t you scared we’ll pop? No, don’t be silly, it’d hurt first. Ok, well then aren’t you scared we’ll get too big to walk out of here? No, we’ll hit the weight limit and get fired first. We agreed! That’s what tonight is about. You know as well as I do that we’re just as big as Joanne was. They’ll kick us out at the end of this cruise. And then we’ll just be fat and incredibly rich. And after a while, we’ll just be rich. Was that a pang of sadness I just felt?

You can’t hide from me, other Kara. A little part of us wants to keep doing this forever, eating, and growing, being worshiped and adored, with servants we can literally tell to do anything. A little part wants to spend our evenings on all fours, being fucked by Dante, while rich suckers pour money down our throat until our breasts and belly rest on the ground. I can’t believe *I’m* the one saying this. But it might be a good thing there’s a limit.
Holy crap what is that? Is that Chocolate and Raspberry Gateau? Shit. It does actually hurt a little now. We may just pop, but we NEED to eat that. Are you with me? Oh to hell with it. Of course I am. I’m with you to the end of the line, other Kara.

Kara opened her eyes and let the room swim back into focus. She saw the crowd hadn’t gone anywhere, but nobody was holding any food any more. She heard the Ping! Ping! Ping! of the people taking turns to tap the ‘satisfied’ marker on the door. Behind her Marcelo was rubbing his tired arms.

“Fuck, your tits are getting heavy” he whispered. Kara clamped down involuntarily on Dante’s hand, but her lazy and overexerted muscles did nothing to him but make him rub her harder in response. She shuddered. He motioned for everyone to step back again, and upped his tempo. He tried to lift her gut with the other hand to give himself room to work, but the huge weight was too slippery with spilt calories to hold.

“No! More cake now!” she demanded and the guest with the cake stepped forward again and pushed a huge piece into her mouth. God, she could barely breath, her mouth was stuffed with the moistest, heaviest, most ‘Black Forest’ cake she had ever eaten, her lungs were being squashed from below by combined work of hundreds of devoted followers. And, below that, a man who’d jokingly refused to help her control herself was working his magic. She could feel how tight her skin was. On her thighs, on her hips, on her upper arms, all down her sides, her skin tingled as it stretched to contain more fat than ever before. As her body grew slowly, her belly grew slightly more quickly, but the pressure in her pelvis grew much, much faster. Dante moved his strong fingers quicker. And quicker.

Kara started to wobble from the force of his hand inside her. She struggled to gulp down the cake and had even more stuffed into her mouth. And then, smoothly, Dante Pulled the front of his gold trunks down, pressed his hard cock against her belly and kissed her. Hard.
Kara had no choice but to come. Nothing else could possibly have happened. Her heavy breasts wobbled under Dante’s chest, her fattened belly jiggled and bounced against his penis. Somewhere, buried under months of gluttony, there was a snap as the bikini gave way, Kara felt that. And, in response, she felt her body squirt copiously onto the floor in front of a roomful of captive millionaires. There was a very posh collective gasp. Dante pulled out and played with her clit to make her gush again just for the hell of it. And then reached up and kissed her more.

He held her as she stopped bucking and started trembling. And then as she stopped trembling and opened her eyes. To thunderous applause.

“Welcome back, Goddess” The clapping nearly drowned him out.

“Why thank you! Everyone, you may leave us now!” The crowd continued to cheer even as they filed out. Ping. Ping. Ping. went the door.
Aurelie put away her instrument, and Marcelo locked the door as Dante helped Kara stand up. He looked her up and down as she waddled towards the hatch and he chuckled.

“What are you so cheerful about?”

“Oh, nothing! I’m just happy that the union finally got rid of that contracted weight limit.”

Other Kara and other Kara looked at each other.