chapter 3

But even with my hands supporting my breasts they paled in comparison with my belly. I knew it had gotten bigger lately, but the three days of overindulgence had blown it up like a balloon. It was completely round and stuck out at least two inches further than my supported breasts. Even including my stiff nipples. It didn't jiggle at all. I looked eight months pregnant and fat. I even had stretch marks like pregnant women often do. I could spot several angry red dots that would probably expand to vertical lines soon. They hadn't been there three days ago, I was sure of that. I placed my hands on it. Ooh even a slight touch felt so good now. I had really been and felt insatiable for the first time. As if I could keep eating more and more if I just had 15 minute breaks.

I digested for some hours on the couch watching tv. I couldn't keep my hands off my swollen belly and I even went in the bathroom and dug up the tape measure to see how big it was in numbers. 49 inches! Boy was I getting big and fat. Such a naughty girl. Suddenly I was horny again and stormed in the kitchen. I knew I had these super greasy apple strudels my sister had brought the day before. I still had three of the calorie bombs left.

I lifted the grease soaked paper bag on my small table along with a tall glass of milk and sat down. I took out the first crumbling, greasy piece of heaven and took the biggest bite I could. The feeling of fullness returned almost instantly and it just made me hungrier. I crammed the rest of the first strudel in and took long, greedy sips of my milk. I was in a trance, all I cared about was getting more food inside me. I could feel another orgasm start to build up, but even that was secondary. I wanted to see the tape measure reach 50 inches. I wanted to feel myself bigger.

The second strudel (that had 550 calories in it, I checked later) went down much slower. I had stuffed myself for over 12 hours at that point and although I was so horny my thighs were trembling, I couldn't push myself to go faster. Instead I savoured each mouthful noisily and taking short breaks to rub my belly that was holding what I thought must have been the biggest food baby ever. I moaned loudly as I realized I neede to spread my legs so I could lean forward for the last strudel. I felt pregnant with food and I could swear I could see my belly swell further out in front of my eyes.

I really didn't know if I could get the last strudel down, but then all of the sudden I felt a slight shift in my gorged belly and I felt the same intense pleasure I had felt in my car earlier. I closed my eyes and whimpered. Suddenly I felt ravenous and attacked the last strudel with such vigor crumbs were flying and half of my face got smeared in grease and apple jelly. It was starting to hurt, I was so full, but it only added to my pleasure. I crammed my mouth so full I felt like choking for a moment. As I started to swallow the last bits of the I came once.

Then my eyes landed on the remaining heavy milk and with a guttural groan I grabbed it smearing the glass with my sticky fingers. I tilted my head back and started to pour the milk in. I felt like I was going to explode, but it only made me gulp faster. I wanted to split at the seams.

After that things got blurry for a while I remember struggling on my feet after the milk ran out and stumbling to the fridge. There I apparently found a quart of heavy cream and tore it open and started to guzzle it down while leaning against the open fridge. I was climaxing the whole time I drank the heavy cream. I could feel expanding beyond anything I'd ever imagined possible. My whole belly was throbbing and gurgling, but I wanted more. I was insatiable. I wanted to eat until I'd explode.
I was almost done with the heavy cream when I finally reached my physical limit. I knew I couldn't force down any more without getting sick. I made a mental note to come and finish it off as soon as my belly had settled even a bit. Moaning, this time mostly from discomfort, I stumbled to bed and managed to find a position where I was able to pass out.

My day wasn't over though. With a start I woke up at first not knowing why. I was sweaty and groggy, but also tingling all over. My heart was racing and then it hit me: I was so horny I was almost nauseous.

I quickly rose to my feet, but collapsed back on the bed. I hadn't realized just how heavy my fat belly was when laying down, but standing it was enough to make me lose balance. And I was still totally stuffed. But my my belly was demanding more. I couldn't believe it. What was happening to me? I felt like possessed by a spirit who wanted to fatten me up to a massive size. I felt like a naughty slut, giving all control to my horny libido. I couldn't help myself, the pleasure was so addictive. I wanted more. Much, much more. I had become a food addict, but I didn't care.

Instinctively I knew just what to do. I went to the kitchen and took the remaining heavy cream, a few chocolate bars, a bag of chips, some soda. I gathered every remaining tasty and fattening bit of food and carried it to my bed. Then I propped myself up with pillows so I'd feel as comfortable as possible no matter how full I got.


Then I started to eat and I haven't stopped since. That's what it means to be insatiable.