chapter 2

I was barely thinking straight when I stumbled in the mostly deserted Pizza Hut. A whole pizza would have been madness so I opted for a slice and soda quick meal. It had the added benefit that I could get it right away. Gosh I was being such a greedy pig.

The cute rather plump girl at the counter asked what I wanted. I asked for a slice of salami and a coke. My hands were trembling when I walked to yet another awkwardly small table and attacked my meal as if I hadn't already eaten enough for three people that day.

My belly was starting to swell out so much it was uncomfortable to sit even with the top button undone. Mmm it was so tight and round I had to fondle it briefly hoping no one would notice. The pizza tasted really good and I was amazed how easily it went down. I practically inhaled the slice in just a few minutes. It felt divine as it slid down to my overfull belly and made it expand even more.

With the last mouthful the fullness hit me again, but I ignored it for a moment and greedily guzzled down the remaining coke. Then I leaned back and couldn't help but to smile and moan just a bit as the sensations overtook me. My poor belly was completely round now, resembling a basket ball and so tight I could barely breathe. The soda and pizza were still expanding inside me and I could feel myself stretching out and now there was slight throbbing at my sides.

Very very carefully I rose and waddled to the desk and asked to use the toilet. Drunkenly I went in and locked myself in a booth and quickly opened my pants and pulled them down and lifted my shirt. What was revealed was a completely round, pale orb that was bigger than I had never seen it. Under the thick layer of soft fat it was completely solid. I looked easily seven or eight months pregnant. My belly button was stretched sideways and a lot less deep it was normally.

Taking support from the wall and holding my gut with one hand I sat on the toilet bowl and spread my legs, then let my belly spill out and drop between my plump thighs. My hands caressed every inch of my aching belly, lifting it gently and kneading it to help digestion. I was shocked and aroused beyond reason just thinking how much food it had taken to reach the state I was in. I was really going to get huge if I didn't stop this.

This finally was too much for me and my hand darted in my soaked panties and quickly and furiously I brought myself to a climax that felt amazing, but served to keep me from being aroused just enough for me clean myself up, change to dry panties and pull my pants back up.

Leaning back and looking very much pregnant I waddled out of the toilet and decided it was time to head home.

I knew I was getting stares from people as tottered towards the parking lot where my car was. I was breathing heavily and sweating a bit and probably looking like the pig I was. Each step made my stuffed belly jostle with a mixture of slight pain and loads of pleasure. I was so full.

As I was only a hundred yards from my car, I stopped in front of a small shop. I looked in through the window and could see a freezer in there filled with ice cream cones. Suddenly my mouth went dry and I felt tingles rushing over me and suddenly I was so ridiculously aroused I felt like my knees would fail me.

I'm becoming insatiable, I realized and rubbed my belly not caring that people saw me. I had been stuffed to the point of minor pain 10 minutes earlier and now I wanted more. I couldn't think of anything other than walking in, buying a big ice cream cone and greedily stuffing it in my face. So I did.

I realized I was beyond even tasting the food now. I couldn't have stuffed myself with anything not tasty, but I was so horny that all that mattered was getting the ice cream in my swelling fat belly. It felt so naughty and sexy. Each mouthful was sending waves of pleasure all over me. My nipples were so hard they were almost hurting and I had to constantly bite my lip to keep from making indecent noises.
I managed almost all of the ice cream before I could feel hitting my limits. For the first time during my three days of gluttony I had to throw away the rest of the ice cream as I simply couldn't eat it. For a few minutes I felt mildly nauseous and I decided to make it to my car so I could sit down comfortably.

Finally in the privacy of my car I pushed back and lowered the seat and undid my pants. Now I moaned out loud as I caressed my obscenely swollen gut. After a while I recovered enough to pull the seat back up and start my way back home. It was usually a boring hour drive, but not this time. Each bump on the road made me aware of how big and full my belly was. I was in a constant state of arousal and had trouble focusing on driving.

About halfway home I suddenly remember I had bought a bag of chocolates earlier. It would be pure gluttony to even try eating them at my current state. But I was feeling literally insatiable and the sensation was better than anything I'd felt before. I wanted more and I didn't care if I couldn't even breathe afterwards.

I pulled of the speedway and stopped on the first parking lot I could find. Whimpering I pulled my pants down entirely and rummaged my bag to find the chocolates. Ooh there it was! Half a pound of soft, caramel filled chocolates laden with empty calories. I pushed the first soft chuck in my mouth and moaned out loud. My fingers got sticky immediately but I couldn't care less.

I had never felt so out of control and gluttonous before. I kept pushing the chocolates in my mouth way way faster than I could chew and swallow them. Soon my mouth was so full of chocolate I had trouble chewing. I had to stop feeding myself for a moment to get my mouth empty. I could feel my belly expand as it accepted the chocolate just as eagerly as my mouth did.

I tried to slow down a bit, but couldn't help myself, soon my mouth was completely filled with chocolate so that my chubby cheeks were bulging. I vaguely noted that I was gyrating my hips while I fed myself. I was literally having sex with food and it felt amazing.

I was panting and moaning and buckling and there was only a third left of the bag. I was desperately full, but my every cell was demanding that I eat the bag empty. Whimpering and moaning even louder I started to fill my mouth again and force down the gooey chocolate. The weight and pressure in my belly was doing things to me no man could ever do. Blindly I stuffed more chocolate in my mouth and tried to chew as fast as I could between moans and gasps for air.

All too soon I was reaching for the last bits of chocolate and with the last bit in my mouth I threw away the empty bag and guided my hands down to my belly as I noisily chewed and ingested. As the last mouthful was flowing down to my overfilled belly, it was like a button inside me had been pressed - a button for the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. The sides of my massive gut were aching and throbbing, but at the same time I was lost in waves of pleasure. I came quickly and hard and loud.

I slumped back on the seat and thought I was done, but whatever my eating had triggered didn't stop. My hands were roaming my fat middle as another even bigger orgasm was building up. Pure, raw pleasure was filling my body and mind and finally I couldn't hold more of it and my whole body spasmed as I climaxed for minutes.

Finally some time later the fire went out enough to get my senses back. With a wry grin on my chocolate smeared lips I struggled to get up on the seat and started the car. I had been concerned about my weight and always on the verge of diet up until now. If being fat meant pleasures like this, diets could go to hell, I thought and admired at the dome of flesh my belly had become. If feeding it gave results like this, I thought, I'd feed it so big I couldn't reach my own belly button. I tried to imagine how it would feel being that big and found myself instantly aroused again. What a naughty girl I was turning into!

The rest of the way home was spent in a blissful stupor one hand on the wheel and one caressing my gut. I loved how round and taut and warm it was. I wanted to keep it like that.

There was another small grocery store near where I live and I stopped there and bought two ice cream sandwiches. It was ridiculous and yet so hot. The only reason I bought more food was to keep up my gluttony and stretch out my belly to bursting point once more. It was like no matter how stuffed I had been 15 minutes earlier, as soon as the queasy feeling subsided, I wanted to eat and see if I could hold still more.

So I waddled quickly back to my car holding the two softening ice cream sandwiches and tore into them. I finished both in two minutes and whimpered from the sharp stab of pain my belly emitted from having to accept yet more food so fast. I wasn't feeling nauseous, but I could feel I had overdone it and it was exactly what I craved, I realized. I slowly leaned back and drew circles on my skin that was so stretched it was shiny. I was disappointed I didn't climax this time, but maybe it was for the best. I was starting to feel really spent.

Finally back in my tiny flat I stripped down to my panties and stood in front of a mirror. I was mildly shocked at how fat I was getting. My thighs were brushing against each other a bit and there was a lot of jiggle on my legs now. My hips were flaring out joining my ever widening *** that was also jutting out behind me. I was jiggling almost everywhere now I realized. Even my upper arms were jiggling a bit now. At least my breasts were growing and I cupped them with my hands mesmerized at how silky and yet hefty they felt. I knew they were pouring out of a C-cup so I was definitely busty.