Chapter 5 - the end in sight

Sophie's exhausted body rests slumped on the saddle that spreads her legs wide, the vertical dildo filling her needful crotch as she slowly shifts her weight, rubbing her engorged clitoris and lips on the ribbed ridge that cleaves her sex. She gazes down at her sweat covered body, noticing the streams of sticky fluid dribbling from the edges of her cock-filled mouth down her cheeks, between the valley of her full breasts, with their purple and erect nipples. She sees it drip onto her taught and distended belly, full to bursting with the sweet and buttery cream, and winces with pleasure as the fluid runs down her belly, finding its way to the top of her vulva, and joining her own ample supply of lubricating juices.

Her thoughts linger on her shaved pussy, filled as it is with the plastic intruder, constantly teasing her with the deep feeling of fullness, while holding back the intense clitoral vibration that she has always needed to achieve her release. She is aware that the penetration, while initially humiliating and violating, is now beginning to feel comforting, and soothing, her vaginal muscles clenching rhythmically on the relentless presence.

Unbidden, the question enters her mind of what it will feel like to climax with such a large cock in her vagina. Feverishly she observes that she does not think she has ever been ***ed by a boy with a penis with a girth this wide. Shaking herself from her daydreaming, and back to her immediate predicament, she begins to suck on the cock in her mouth once more. The motion makes her even more aware of the uncomfortable fullness in her belly. The stretched and satiated sensation in her stomach, telling her that she should not swallow any more, making her gag at every suck and lick even as the burning need in her crotch urges her on.

She sucks, sobbing as she does, utterly defeated and overcome by her carnal urges, submitting entirely to the messages of pleasure and urgency from her filled, teased, and hungry ***. Her mouth, tongue and lips massage the gag in her mouth, sucking again and again, harder and harder, her need for reward more intense by the minute until, suddenly, the saddle bursts into a crescendo of vibrations, her clitoris electrified by the intense buzzing, pushed down by her hips in an instinctual and animal motion driven by the most primitive parts of her brain.

She collapses forward in exhaustion, her body wracked by sensation, suspended by her wrists tied high above her head as her abdomen begins to spasm, her vulva's rhythmic clenching aligning with the pulsing of her clitoris as the sensations coalesce into the unstoppable waves of an orgasm that overwhelms her, flooding her nerves and brain with a torrent of sensations of pleasure, wracking her body with pulse after pulse of the most powerful of nature's biological rewards.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy, she is caught off-guard by the flow of creamy syrup into her mouth. Not this time the spurts of liquid, the torrent begins in full, flooding her mouth, her bulging cheeks allowing a small flow to dribble from her mouth as she frantically swallows.

She feels her stomach stretched, the symphony of pleasure and indulgence overcoming her need to gag as her body welcomes the excess, her craving for fats and sugars rekindled as she laps and sucks needfully at the cock in her mouth while simultaneously writhing in pleasure on the one in her ***.

She is unaware of how long her body has been subjected to the sensations as she gradually begins to resume her breathing, her tongue exploring the inside of her mouth as she swallows the last of the cream, and her hips languidly gyrating on the penis, exploring the final sensations of satiety from the intense ***ing she received. She pants softly, recovering, looking at her wet, sticky and debased body until suddenly, the lights go out.

Panicking slightly, she hears footsteps, and makes out the vague shapes of several people in the darkness. Then a voice, soft and feminine, begins to speak.

"Well well. It looks like you're done. That was quite the performance. I'm very glad we captured that on video. Don't speak. I'm going to tell you what to do, and you are going to nod your head. That's all. Do you understand?"

Painfully aware of her helplessness, and more humiliated than ever, she nods her assent.

"I know you have a lot of questions, who are we, what do we want, all the usual tedious nonsense. You don't need to worry about that. Its enough that you know that we have the power to abduct you from the street without anyone noticing. If you tell anyone about this, we will release the video of your performance on the internet. If you go to the police, you'll regret it.

All you need to do to never hear from us again is one simple thing. You need to attend your WeightWatcher's meetings as usual every week for a year, but, every week you must gain 3 pounds. By the end of the year you will have gained 156 pounds, and you will never have to worry about us again. Any week you fail to add the three pounds, you will be subjected to the same process you just received. In a moment you will start to feel dizzy and faint, when you wake up you will be at home in bed. Rest, and you will be fine. Do you understand?"

She nods, shocked, horrified by the implications of her task. She begins to shake at the idea of her friends and family seeing her, grinding desperately on the vibrating saddle, begging for orgasm, and at the implications of being made to gain the weight she has always worked so hard to keep off.

She realizes that she will have to quit the cheer leading team, wincing at the anticipation of the response of her team mates to her ballooning dress size, the humiliation of no longer able to fit into her costume.

As she begins to feel the room spin slowly, and her eyelids close, she sobs at the idea of no longer being able to have her pick of the football jocks, and the prospect of giggles and talk as she walks past her thin friends, and then she falls into darkness.