Chapter 23 - the work week - monday - part 4

He came back out to the living room to find her on the couch in very baggy sweats and a t-shirt. They hid her exact form, but she still looked massive in them. A plate of Chinese in front of his side of the couch, and literally the rest of the order sat before her, still in their take-out containers. She had a carton of fried rice to her mouth, and she was shoveling away with the chopsticks.

“I knew what you would want, so I just made you a plate. I hope that was okay.” And then went back to eating, clearly unencumbered by her previous stuffings.

“No, it’s perfect. Thank you.” He sat down, grabbed his plate, and they sat there silently watching tv for a few hours.

When he was done, he cleared his plate, then came back in and cleared out whatever trash she may have accumulated. He was still amazed that she was going hard the whole time. He felt how packed she was (which felt like she had just stuffed all of the junk food that came from those wrappers), and she couldn’t fit nearly this much in her a week ago. As she downed the last bites, he moved next to her and rubbed her belly. She cooed at his touch. He couldn’t read it from her face, but with his hand against her, he felt small spasms and twitches. It felt like she was getting off but wearing a pristine poker face.

He took the empty carton from her hands and set it down. He leaned in, went back to rubbing her, and whispered in her ear, “Have you been getting off this whole time?”

She lightly nodded her head, her eyes closed, leaning back a little. Her hand reached to him, found his waistband, reached in, and started stroking his pulsing erection.

“The whole time,” she uttered between deep meditative breaths while stroking his member. “It’s no competition for having you inside me,” she said very matter of fact. Quickening her pace, she turned, opened her eyes, and said, in her huskiest tone, “It’s gotten your naughty little piggy all worked up for some cheesecake. Bring me some and, when I’m done, we can both,” stroking firmly for emphasis, “get off.” Then let go of him so she could get up.

“How much do you want?”

“Just bring me one of them and a fork.”

He hurriedly complied, and she proceeded to work through the full cheesecake, bite by bite slowly. He sat obediently next to her. Watching tv with her as she worked through it. A quarter of the way through, she grabbed his hand and put it on her belly. He rubbed as she chewed.

Halfway through, she pushed his hand down. Her breathing was growing more intense, and the twitching was becoming more erratic and sharp. She was struggling to conceal her arousal. She didn’t feel any need to hide it from him, but she wanted to practice, in case they ever did this in public, and it was just kinda fun to her.

With a quarter left, she pushed his hand away, kicked the coffee table out, put the rest of the cake on it, and laid down on her back next to the coffee table.

“Take off my pants, get inside, and feed the rest to me.”

He immediately pulled her pants off, took off his, carefully maneuvered between her thighs, and slid himself inside of her. She moaned and spasmed against him with a drunk look on her face. As a clear wave of pleasure washed over her, she opened her mouth in ecstasy and was met with a hunk of cheesecake being shoved in. She chewed voraciously as he fucked her and shoved hunk after hunk into waiting mouth. Not even letting her beg for more between bites. They were both in heaven as he made sure every last crumb found its way into her as his wide cock slid orgasm after orgasm through her.

She just lay back and let the pleasure wash over her again and again. Feeling all of herself pressed onto the ground, rocking back and forth, and the massive wad of food sitting on top of her. She looked down at him, and all she could think about is building a massive belly for the both of them to rock, jiggle, and flop around while she lay here. She knew that if she could instantly put on another 200 pounds right now, she would. Not realizing that he was thinking the same thing. She rode another climax as he exploded inside her, both of them visualizing the 500-pound ball of lard.

The funny thing was, both of them were being conservative in their fantasies. Internally, 500 was a goal that they knew was inevitable.

They both got up, cleaned up, and went back to lounging on the couch.

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She felt her phone’s alarm going off under her pillow and carefully got up. It was 11, and she’d had about 2 1/2 hours for her day’s feast to digest and make room for her midnight feeding. She hit the bathroom and got on with it.

She made the same mix as the last time, with one case of boost, one tub of powder, and 2 quarts of heavy cream. She mixed it all and took it to her nightstand. Then she grabbed her toy out of the drawer, slipped it in, and crawled into bed. She would have to start doing this in the living room because every time she got into bed, it seemed like it was sinking lower and lower. Eventually, the creaking might wake him up. “2 more nights after this,” she thought to herself as she put the hose in and turned her vibrator on. Her appreciation of the scenario being both “another day another dollar” and “this is the most arousing self-indulgence she’d ever gifted herself.”

She fell into the usual stupor. Cumming and chugging, expecting that she would fill up and ride the wave, gulp by gulp until it was finished. She still had plenty in her stomach from earlier, and she would be maxed out any second. She was riding her growing climaxes waiting for that grand one that came when she couldn’t take any more. And that was when she heard the tank’s signature empty sound when it started pumping air to clear the tube. She was so close. She looked at her phone. It was only 11:45, and she was so close.

She crawled out of bed, taking the feeder back into the kitchen with her, the vibrator still buzzing inside her. She put the feeder by the sink to clean it, but desperately trying to fill it up went to the fridge and grabbed the second cheesecake that she was saving for her second feeding, put it on the counter, turned up the vibration on her toy, leaned over the cake and just started shoving mouthful after mouthful into herself. Halfway through, she started to feel the fullness building and plowed faster into the rest of the cake. She found the overstuffed climax with a quarter left and slowed down. Shoving bites down occasionally to keep the sensation going as long as she could. Even when she was done, she just leaned over and gathered all the crumbs that she could with her tongue. She lapped at the counter and the tray for several minutes while she rode out her gluttonous bliss.

She eventually came out of it as the orgasms subsided, took the toy out, and cleaned everything up. She looked at the time, and it was only 12:25. She debated about just letting herself sleep the rest of it off and go hard in the morning once he left, but she promised herself that she would keep herself filled till Thursday. She decided to keep herself to that, so she set the alarm to go off in 2 hours and went back to bed.

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The alarm buzzed, and she rolled her still decently bloated self out of bed. She went to the kitchen and realized that she didn’t actually have a plan for this feeding. She decided to get rid of another batch of boost and powder and repeated the recipe from earlier. She made it and moved to the couch this time. This feeding was a little more utilitarian, and she was still fatigued from not getting back to a regular sleep schedule yet. She just started sucking and waiting for herself to fill up. With no toys this time, she was basking in the pleasure/pain pressure building as the feeder did its thing. She was 3/4 done when an intense pulse of pleasure started to wash over her. Drunk in lust and desire to keep feeding herself, she grabbed her phone. Nearing the last gulps and her body rocking with ecstasy, possessed by a desire to stuff and stuff, she blindly placed another repeat order of groceries to come in the morning. Only thinking to do it because it was the mistake that led her to this moment of indulgent satisfaction.

The next thing she knew, she heard the sound of air hitting the feeder again, and it was time to sleep another stuffing off. It was 3:25, and she already couldn’t wait to wake up and do it all over again. She cleaned everything up and was in bed ten minutes later, laying sideways against her pillow, and caressing her stomach, stuffed, angry, and sticking out like never before.