Chapter 2 - catherines selfdiscovery chapter 2

"Phooooooooooooooooooooooooo" was the first "word" out of Catherine's lips after finishing her ice cream, she put the empty tub down on a space on the large sofa and slumped back like she'd never slumped before. With the tub having been clasped between her arm and her belly, her body heat had melted a fair amount of the ice cream, making it quite a challenge to get on the spoon, so taking the easy option Catherine tipped the tub on one corner, allowing and remaining melted ice cream to pool together, then lifted the large tub to her lips and gulped, drinking it all down, even holding it in the air over her waiting maw letting the last remaining drops fall to their doom in her bloated belly.

She was well and truly stuffed, a word she'd never understood completely until now. She didn't just feel full, she felt heavy, lethargic and inflated, like someone had attached a pump to her outtie... "WAIT! When did that happen?" It was true, Catherine's bellybutton was now officially an outtie, and holy crap was she shocked. Before her curious binge it had been an innie, relatively flush with the rest of the skin of her now over-stuffed belly, but still an innie, but now there it was, clear as day, poking out from her belly which was even less covered by her tight t-shirt now. "Ok... did I just eat until my belly button popped?" she asked herself. Her shirt was skin tight but not constricting, still had a decent amount of stretch in it, which Catherine found relieving, and her jeggings had now slid considerably further south on her belly. All Catherine could do at this point was stare in disbelief. Not only had she stuffed herself with not just one, but two large tubs of heavy, creamy ice cream, the second of which was mainly just to see if she could, but she even looked like she had stuffed herself with two tubs of heavy... creamy... ice cream.

Catherine was lost in a haze of food induced euphoria and an indescribable sensation of pressure, and it just kept building. She could only compare it to a balloon which had been blown up to its maximum capacity, it should have already popped, but the air just keeps pumping and pumping and it just wouldn't pop, and she was enjoying it. It was like an overly generous punishment her body as inflicting on her, killing her with kindness almost.

She clutched her belly, rubbing it passionately hoping to somehow relieve some of the mounting pressure, but it only served to intensity it. Then suddenly, like a bolt of lightning to the brain, it occurred to her, she was turned on, she was getting off on this sensation. She was wet, panting, a slight case of dry mouth was setting in, she took deep breaths and held them in for a time whilst rubbing her belly with greater vigour. Catherine scrambled and fidgeted to take her shirt off, that much motion and speed made the contents of her belly slosh, resulting in a large burp to burst from her lips, to her surprise the burp didn't ease the mounting pressure. With her shirt off, swiftly followed by a rather ungraceful bra removal, Catherine fell back against the sofa again and resumed her belly rub.


Eyes closed, breath held, and biting her lower lip a little, her right hand instinctively shot to her right breast, dragging it down and across the pale, engorged flesh, digging her nails in and leaving glowing red bolts in their wake, ending in a tight pinch of her hard nipple, and that was it. Her breath escaped her lips with the speed of Mercury, carrying with it the slightest of utterances of her sweet voice, a sigh of the sweetest relief imaginable. That tiny sound held the greatest passion, joy and release she had ever experienced, even the night that had resulted in her currently corpulent condition paled in comparison to what had just come to pass. Catherine's head shot back, her left arm clasping her fecund swell while her thighs clenched together hard enough to flatten out steel. Her right hand was digging into a nearby cushion on the sofa, her breathing was ragged, all she wanted to do go limp, jiggle and shake like some insane invertebrate on the floor, but she couldn't, she was too heavy, too full, held in place by the weight of her stuffed and pregnant belly. All she could do was wriggle and writhe from where she was on the sofa, bathing in the waves of her orgasm that seemed unending.

As Catherine came down from her orgasm, her senses returning to her, panting, both hands were tightly clasped to her belly, her left hand snaked its way down and around her belly and comes to rest between her thighs, her now rather damp and very warm thighs. "That was... holy crap, that was nuts, I can't believe I just did that. I am SO doing this again."