Eager to please

Chapter 1

John and Linda had been waiting all year for this night. It was their anniversary, but more importantly, tonight marked a new chapter in the happy couple’s sex life. Like any marriage things began to get stale as the years passed. Linda had begun to blame herself for the mediocrity their lovemaking had become, until the night her laptop died.
Linda had to get her paperwork emailed to the office before work the next day, and the only other computer in the house belonged to James. She usually never set foot in his office, the man cave décor that her husband had chosen for the room was deterrent enough, but tonight was an exception. She braved the cluttered room and its sports memorabilia covered walls, removed the crumpled sweatpants that were draped over his chair, and sat before his Ikea desk, eager to get out before James came home from the store.
Once she saw what was on the screen however, work was pushed far from her mind. The website was called FeedeeFriends, the letters written in a bubble font. It was a clip store, and the list of models and their video’s left little doubt as to what kind of sight it was. They were all fat, some more than others, but the one thing they all had in common were their stomachs. Each one round and swollen, barrel bellies, ball bellies, they all showed the tightness and strain of gluttony. Linda’s heart sank briefly, the thought of her lover’s eyes turning to another was enough to bring tears to her eyes. This feeling passed once a certain thought entered her mind however. “If that’s what he wants then why not give it to him?”
“Yeah, why not,” she muttered to herself. Once her mind was made up there was only one thing to do. Confront her husband.
At first John didn’t know how to take his wife’s proposal. He arrived home to find Linda slumped in a kitchen chair that had been moved in front of the fridge. Her back was to the front hallway, so at first all he could see was the glow of the fridge’s open door silhouetting her long, curly black hair.
John was a bit surprised to see Linda still awake, she knew he was going to work late that day, and it was almost midnight.
“Hey hun, how was your day,” he asked in a tired but cheerful tone. Linda turned her head slightly, revealing the handle of a spoon that protruded from her ruby lips. “Cwum see foh yuhself,” was the muffled reply.
John approached her curiously, the view of his wife’s lower torso obscured by the kitchen island. Once he rounded it and saw Linda from the side he froze. This had to be a dream, he thought. The result of watching too much porn and an overactive mind.
Linda’s ample bubble but took up every square inch of the wooden chair, her thick, curvy legs sticking out straight in front of her, spread slightly by the half concealed orb that her once pudgy abdomen had become. It arched outwards from between small, pert breasts in a sharp curve, and John couldn’t help but compare it to a basketball. Linda’s bellybutton peered out at the world, half covered by her ill-fitting nightshirt. No longer was it the round little hollow he remembered. Inner pressure had molded it, stretched it into a shallow oval depression.
The dark smears of chocolate ice cream encircled her mouth, there was even a stray splotch on her thin, curved nose. She looked up at him with a sickly, tired smile, and pulled the spoon from between her lips. “What do you – think. Was I a –urp- good piggy?”
John nodded his head, mouth open. Linda dropped the spoon into an empty tub of ice-cream perched on her belly and groaned, her bare toes flexing as she struggled through the bellyache that was beginning to manifest.
John licked his lips, beads of sweat begging to appear on his forehead. Linda tucked her feet in, and pushed herself upwards slowly. With unsteady steps she approached her husband, hands gently kneading the bulging flanks of her glutted gut. “I found – urp – out about your little secret John, and it made me hungry. Really hungry. Do you like hungry girls,” Linda asked breathlessly. She stopped in front of her stunned husband, belly grinding into his crotch. Linda could feel John’s rock hard erection pressing into her aching gut, sliding up and down against the tender surface with each bounce of her bare feet.
“Yeah, I – I do.”
“Then let me show you just how hungry I can be, let me be your little piggy,” she moaned.
“Yes, fuck you’re turning me on so much right now.”
“Mmmmm I hope you enjoy it babe, because this is all you’re going to get for the next few months. You need a little punishment for keeping secrets from me, but I think I know of one way you can make it up to me once our anniversary arrives.”
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The room smelled like a buffet. John had ordered from every restaurant in town, and even hired a catering company to prepare enough food for a wedding party, at least that’s the excuse he gave them. Every available surface in their bedroom was covered with heating trays, boxes and bags, and the mass of food even spilled into the dining room and kitchen. At the center of it all Linda eyed her feast with a hungry grin. The short, bottom heavy bombshell swung slowly above the bed, handcuffed to the ceiling by her arms and legs. Linda looked like a secret agent being lowered into a laser filled security room, a very naked, hungry secret agent. She had just taken a whole bottle of appetite stimulants, and they were quickly taking effect.
“Please master,” she cried. Feed me, I’m so hungry!”
“Silence,” shouted John, followed by the crack of his paddle against Linda’s plush cheeks. “A good pig speaks when spoken to.”
John moved from behind her, a stack of pizzas in his hands, and dropped them in front of her face. Opening the first box her took half of the pizza and folded it into a tube.
“Open.”
Linda complied, her lips spreading wide to accept the first of many offerings. John shoved the rod of dough, sauce and cheese roughly into her mouth, making Linda gag. She did her best to chew through the massive bites, her cheeks bulging. John kept up with her slow pace, a new roll of pizza always ready to press into the dark haired gluttons sauce stained face. Linda’s eyes teared up as the boxes began to dwindle, jaw aching from the constant exertion. By the time the last box was in sight Linda no longer had the strength to chew. Her strained muscles screamed for relief. Linda clamped her mouth shut when John offered the last length of greasy dough , but this didn’t stop him. With his free hand he squeezed her cheeks, forcing Linda’s mouth to open, and pushed the mass into her mouth with the palm of his hand. Her muffled cries fell on deaf ears, John’s hand only leaving her face once the last chunk slid down her throat.
Linda gasped for air, her chest heaving, breasts bouncing with the rapid movement. She lowered her head, and examined the damage that had been done so far. A slight curve pushed her flabby belly outwards, the beginnings of her food baby.
Linda didn’t have long to admire it. John’s strong hands gripped a fistful of course, curly hair and tugged her head up to meet a cheeseburger, one of hundreds that formed miniature pyramids atop a wheeled serving cart.
“Gimme a sec – catch my breath,” she wheezed, but there wouldn’t be any rest. John mashed it into Linda’s face, forcing her to take large, frantic bites to keep the burger from spilling to the mattress below. He kept them coming, not even waiting for Linda to finish one before pressing in the next. As the piles of meat and bread dwindled, the sandy orb beneath her grew. Soon her packed gut was back to its basketball shape, but it wasn’t going to stop there. Lower it went, and wider, swelling her flanks. It was more of a lopsided oval now, her tortured navel nothing more than a flattened smudge at its lowest point. Linda didn’t even realize the burgers had been finished until the first spoonful of macaroni and cheese hit her tongue. The creamy, cheesy noodles became her new enemy, and she struggled to defeat it. Then came the hordes of lasagna, the roasted turkeys, mixing bowls of mashed potatoes and pasta. They blended together after a while as time slipped away, and the overwhelming need to sate the endless hunger took hold. Several times she dry heaved, Linda’s stomach fighting desperately to expel the invading force that sought to destroy it, but somehow she forced it back. Her stomach lurched with convulsions, sucking upwards into widespread ribs, then shooting back to its full spine bending grandeur. A throbbing ache flickered into existence at the very peak of her triplet sized swell, growing stronger with every new inch to the flushed, taught egg dangling from her waist.
Linda tried again to close her mouth. She needed to stop, the pain was no longer something she could bare, but this only resulted in several swift whacks of the paddle against her plump ass. Her stomach and breasts moved sluggishly back and forth with each hit, causing the slurry within to slosh audibly. Its surface was growing paler as Linda’s skin stretched, and John noticed the first red streaks forming along her bulbous flanks. He stroked them gently, knowing that there were more on the way. Linda looked up at him eagerly, seeking approval.
“You’re not getting full are you? Good piggy’s always have room for more.”
“Oooh –urp – yes,” cried Linda. “So hungry!”
“Good, that’s what I want to hear. Now open wide.” Linda complied, allowing John to force a tube down her throat. She gagged around the length of tube, trying to resist the urge to throw up. Only the flow of heavy cream that suddenly shot through the length of plastic was able to force the tidal wave of bile back. Her eyes opened wide in shock, stomach growling with rage. Forced to ever greater sizes. Linda followed the hose to its source, a five foot tall drum of whipping cream. The pain around her nonexistent navel reached a crescendo, and Linda tried to warn John, to get him to stop, but her unintelligible gurgles and moans went unnoticed. She really felt like this was it, something was about to rupture. Her eyes clamped shut, fear taking hold as she awaited the inevitable end. A rubbery thwump echoed through the room, like the sound of a tire being bounced on concrete, and suddenly the pain retreated, leaving the low throbbing of her innards, the feeling of nausea and overwhelming fullness to take its place.
John crouched beneath Linda, inspecting the source of the noise, and discovered a new island on the surface this monstrosity. Her belly button rose like a volcano from the angry red sea of flesh her quadruplet sized stomach had become. It shifted like a bag full of boiling water as her muscles struggled to compress the intestinal bomb that now brushed the sheets of the bed bellow. Blue veins began to bulge along the planetary swell as it pressed farther and farther into the mattress, and soon her tortured bump was fully supported by the bed, forcing Linda upwards.
She sucked on the hose with renewed energy, eager to take advantage of the slight pocket of room her belly button had granted her. She didn’t even realize the drum was empty until John pulled the tube from her mouth.
John lifted Linda’s chin, and smiled tenderly down at her. Dropping his dominant attitude for a moment. “How are you feeling? Do you want to stop?”
Linda licked her lips, wincing with discomfort, her breathing reduced to shallows sips of air. Nah –no-just –untie me-still-want more.”
John’s smile grew even more, and he nodded. Circling the bed he unlocked the cuffs, careful to make sure Linda didn’t roll off the bed. Cradling the rounded side of the five foot mound attached to his wife John slowly lowered Linda onto her side. The drum tight skin was hot to the touch, and vibrated with inner turmoil. The thin red streaks that had once settled on her hips and bulging flanks had migrated, journeying in erratic patterns upwards, widening and darkening as they reached the epicenter, where the volcanic mound her navel had become threatened to erupt.
Linda reached for a box of Twinkies on the night stand, her hands shaking. Every fiber of her body hurt. Black spots formed in her vision, but she couldn’t stop, the hunger was too great. Linda was beginning to regret taking the whole bottle of appetite enhancers now.
Ripping the box open Linda began stripping each one from its plastic prison and into her mouth. Each one took longer to finish, and increased the angry squeals and groans that rumbled out from her tortured table muscle. John watched her belly flush a dark crimson, and wrapped his arms about it as Linda opened another box. His hands gently brushed the surface, careful not to press into the rock solid boulder of flesh and food. Linda squirmed under his touch, the skin so tender it sent jolts of agony and bliss through her all at once. John lost track of time as Linda powered through box after box. He was too absorbed in his task, and failed to notice when Linda’s stomach finally stopped expanding. It creaked like an old wood floor, rising so high above his beached wife that John now had to stand and hug it like a massive medicine ball. Lost to sight across the horizon of her titanic girth Linda eyed the last snack cake within her reach. A zebra cake. So tiny, so tempting. She fought the pills and their endless hunger, but in the end Linda couldn’t win. Her mouth slowly opened, taking the tiniest bite. Pearly white teeth chewed and chewed, but her throat refused to swallow. Every time she tried her throat rebelled. Far above her John kissed her raw, abused flesh, only stopping when the massive dome beneath him shrieked like a wounded animal.