Chapter 4 - catherines selfdiscovery chapter 5 part 2

Catherine was dumbstruck, she couldn't believe what she was hearing, she daren't move, daren't even breath. Her heart was pounding in her chest like never before, she could feel it reverberating throughout her entire body.

"I said, "don't you?"" Amy repeated, in her sultry, sexy whisper, the words slithered into Catherine's ear, and almost as if they'd taken control of her somehow, like some magic spell, Catherine slowly nodded in agreement. "Good girl? I'm glad you think so too. And since we're in such a sharing spirit, I feel I should tell you something too. When we were together I always thought you'd look so ***ing hot with a few extra pounds on you." And with that, like a serpent, Amy's tongue shot out and gave Catherine's ear a quick lick.

Catherine let out a gasp, followed by a short cough of shock, she was suddenly very horny. She looked at Amy, and Amy looked right back at her, with that same sly grin on her face. "Now, why don't you go ahead and finish that plate of food, you don't want it to get cold, now do you?"

Catherine shook her head in silence, she picked up her knife and fork and started eating again. Truthfully she didn't feel very hungry anymore after what had just happened, but she was being told to eat, so she ate. And ate. And ate. At the end of that plate she found that the small knot in her stomach had loosened, she turned to face Amy expecting her to still be sat next to her, only to see her approaching the booth with a plate piled high with food, the sight of it caused Catherine's mouth to fall open in awe. Amy placed the plate before Cat, sat back down next to her and resumed rubbing Catherine's belly. Catherine hadn't even noticed Amy had gone until she saw her retuning to the booth, it was like as soon as Amy told her to eat, that was all there was to focus on. Catherine looked at the mountain on the plate, in light of the amount she'd already eaten, this seemed like a challenge, that is until she heard Amy in the her ear again.

"Come on now, eat up, you're not done yet, trust me." Her words were like poison, sweet irresistible, chocolatey poison being dribbled into her ear, and there it was again. Her hands took up her knife and fork and she began stuffing herself with her fifth plate. She couldn't believe it, it was like some sort of switch had been flicked and Cat had no choice but to obey her directives.

Towards the end of her mountainous fifth plate Amy's rubbing hand had taken to exploring Catherine's belly, testing how tight her clothing was, seeing if she could slide a finger under here, or pinching a patch of material there, Catherine's clothing was skin tight. Like a spider, her hand walked down to the straining waistband of Catherine's slacks, attempting to slide her pinkie under it proved to be nigh on impossible. In response her hand then almost slithered round and under Cat's stuffed and pregnant bump as if searching for something, like one would slide a hand down the side of the sofa in search of spare change, a remote or something else that may have slid down there. The she found it: the button. Catherine could feel Amy's hand under her heavily stuffed belly, then she felt almost like a twang or a strumming, as if Amy were testing the button for resistance or stability. Then quick as a shot her hand slid back out from under the abundant bump. In a rather nonchalant manner she picked up Catherine's cup. "Uh oh, you're almost on empty, we can't be having that. I'll be right back", so she got up and marched off. A few short minutes last Amy came back with a refill of Cat's pop, placed it in front of her in a rather matter-of-factly manner and sat down. She offered the cup to Cat, saying "All that salt must sure be making you thirsty, have a drink."

Catherine obediently set the knife and fork down and took up the very large, and very full cup in their place. Putting it to her lips she gulped heavily, 'Amy was right, I was ready for a drink', but just as she was about to put it down after having had enough for now, Amy's hand shot to the butt of the cup.

"Uh Uh, not yet, keep drinking" Amy said, and so Cat complied.

Gulp, after gulp, after gulp, Catherine drank, Amy's hand didn't move from the cup's butt, it kept it at a steady level forcing Catherine to continue drinking, then she felt Amy's other hand come to rest once again on her tightly packed belly, it started rubbing, but it felt different this time, it seemed more dominant, more determined, more motivated. Her eyes were fixed intently on Catherine's belly, watching what few creases there were on her shirt slowly stretch out as her gut expanded. Catherine could feel it, her trouser waistband tightening as more pressure was exerted on it, she could even feel her red shirt being drawn tighter too. Little by little her undershirt started sliding up her expending belly as it filled with the cold, gassy liquid. 'Oh god, what's going to happen, this is nuts, I'm in public and Amy's stuffing me full with food and bloating me out, I feel like I could burst... But oh god I want MORE.'

Amy registered Catherine's increased determination in her gulping, she was taking bigger mouthfuls a lot faster than before. She could feel it in Cat's belly, it was becoming bigger, rounder and tighter, but her belly wasn't the only thing getting tighter. Amy knew it was coming, any second now it would happen, and she couldn't wait.

Catherine could feel it too, her clothes getting tighter and tighter as she drank, but what would go first? 'The shirt? The Pants?' Whichever it was it'd better happen soon, because Catherine was finding it difficult to breath, she just wasn't getting enough air in through her nose between gulps and she didn't want to choke, but she persevered.

PTWWWWWWWWWWWW! And there it was, the button to her slacks rocketed off the waistband, it flew under the table and bounced off the cushions of the bench opposite with a loud THWAK! Both Catherine and Amy heard it, even though both were expecting it, Catherine still jumped in surprise as her belly suddenly surged outwards, splurting some of her drink over the edge of the cup before Amy laid it to rest on the table. But all within a second of the button taking flight, the sides of Catherine's pants shot open, allowing her belly to billow out, it bulged out like an avalanche, putting so much weight onto the zipper that it didn't even have time to unzip, it just burst open under the immense pressure of Catherine's gut. Catherine laid back against the bench panting, one hand rubbing her now enlarged belly, barely believing how large and tight it now felt, especially since its recent expansion after the button on her pants exploded... "Ptww! Ptww! Ptww! Three buttons from her tight red shirt went flying in rapid succession, two under the table and one over. Catherine's red shirt splayed open, exposing her soft, bulging, naked flesh to any onlooker who light cast a glance in their direction.

Catherine's and Amy's faces were ones of unrestrained shock, all they could do was stare at Catherine's now bare belly, they were sure it had expended even more since casting off the restraint of her red shirt. Catherine could feel a VERY wet patch on the seat under her, then it happened. Only mild at first, then it built in intensity, Cat's hand shot out and grasped Amy's tightly, her head shot back as her breath became ragged, she felt hot, her entire body was filled with tension until it exploded between her legs. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkk!" she let loose, everyone in the restaurant turned in their direction.

Amy thought fast, shouting out to the other patrons, "It's alright, just a rea-HEE-lly strong Braxton Hick's, nothing to worry about! Sorry!", then she sat back down. " ***! My hand, that hurt", she said in a quiet yet irritated tone, but Catherine didn't hear, she was lost to the void, her mind and body were alight with electricity as her orgasm continued, it wouldn't stop, it was almost like a pumping sensation. Part of her rational mind wished it would end so they could get the hell out of the restaurant and her into some new clothes, but the other part of her wished it would never end. After calming down over Catherine's kung-fu grip, she returned her focus to Catherine and what she was going through. Amy herself had been horny has hell, but the pain of Cat's vice-like grip had driven her away from climax, she felt both disappointed and relieved, figuring at least one of them had to keep their head clear. "Lucky bitch", she muttered under her voice whilst watching Catherine writhe on the seat next to her.