Chapter 5 - catherines selfdiscovery chapter 7 part 3

Catherine chewed and swallowed, only to have another huge spoonful forced between her lips, quickly replacing the one that had just disappeared. Then another, then another. It had seemed like this tub of ice cream was never ending, she couldn't remember having eaten so much out of one tub, 'Surely it must be almost empty by now, it doesn't make any sense', she thought to herself. Swallowing another large mouthful she saw the next one making its approach. She opened and accepted it gladly, but kept an eye on the spoon as it left and returned to the tub, and there it was, as it dove in for another load she saw it, it was near the rim, not near to or scraping the bottom of the tub. It looked almost like a fresh tub. "Ok, how the hell is that tub not empty yet? You've been feeding me from it for ages, but it looks practically full!" she shot at Amy accusingly. With that she swung her head round to the open side of the sofa, only to see Amy's foot failing to kick a large, empty tub out of Catherine's view behind the sofa. She looked at Amy with scorn, her eyebrows scrunched up, "Is that a fresh tub??"

"What? No! Of course not."

"Then why the hell is it almost full when you've been stuffing me with it for ages? And you haven't exactly been scrimping on the spoon sizes either."

"It's NOT a fresh tub, seriously... It WAS a fresh tub about 10 minutes ago though..." Amy trailed off, feigning shame.

"Well then when the hell did you get that one?"

"I brought it in a while ago with a couple of cool packs to stop it from melting, but I made the switch when I gave you that little fingering earlier", Amy was beaming now, clearly proud of her cunning and forethought. "I figured it'd be better to do that than to break the mood while I went and foraged for more to fill you up with."

"So on top of everything I ate and drank at the buffet, you've managed to stuff me with a large tub of ice cream, and you're breaking in a second?"

"Oh come on, you can't deny it looks ***ing good on you."

"IN me, don't you mean? It looks good IN me..."

Then, sinking a hand into the fat of Catherine's expanding waistline, she said, "No, I definitely mean ON you", giving her handful a squeeze. Ignoring Cat's anger she began spooning more ice cream into her, and Catherine ate it begrudgingly, and with a quizzical look on her face, still spooning heaps of ice cream into Catherine, she asked, "Although, the question shouldn't really be, "why didn't you notice the new ice cream tub" or whatever, I think there's a much more tantalizing question to be asked... Why aren't you full yet?" With another heaping spoonful approaching Catherine's mouth, Amy looked her over with a cocked eyebrow and a small grin. She pulled the now clean spoon out of Catherine's mouth and tapped on Catherine's belly with it three more times: DUM DUM DUM.

It wasn't true, Catherine WAS full, she was packed, stuffed, tight as a drum, she felt like she couldn't eat another bite, but whenever she saw that spoon transporting that chocolatey goodness from the tub to her mouth, she couldn't help it, she opened her mouth and ate it up. The sweats had set in, for about 10 minutes now she'd been feeling very warm, her underarms getting moist, a slight sheen to her brow was visible, and her pussy was practically soaked. 'Amy HAS to have noticed that by now, there has to be a wet patch there. And let's not forget about my "aroma", Amy can't have missed that. Is that possibly why she's kept going, why she hasn't let up, because she knows I'm enjoying myself despite my complaints?' I couldn't be long now, Catherine knew it, that elastic bastard was on the verge, it had to be, but just in case, Catherine decided to take the direct approach.

Stopping Amy's next spoonful she put her hands up telling her to stop, Amy didn't listen the first time, saying, "we're almost there, don't worry", sliding the spoon in and retracting it for more.

Catherine tried again after swallowing swiftly, "WAIT! I have an idea."

Amy froze, intrigued. "Go on."

"Right, the band on my panties is ABOUT to go, it has to be. My pussy is wetter than the Med right now and I'm aching to ***ing cum. No doubt my pants are kinda wet down there -"

"Slightly, yes", Amy swiftly interjected.

"- So, what I propose is...", she gulped, "...you speed stuff me a load of what's remaining of that ice cream, then-"

Amy's face was alight with excitement at this prospect.

"- I'll chug the remainder of the soda as fast as I can."

At the very idea of this, Amy thought, '***ing hell, I have to be about as wet as Cat is right now, THIS is ***ing hot and I can't wait.'

Catherine continued with her explanation, "The sudden mix of all that ice cream and the gas from the soda SHOULD inflate me enough to snap that bitch." Looking at a red and panting Amy, she finished with, "So, what do you think."

Amy was silent, she got up off of Catherine's lap, walked round to her head and kissed her deeply and sensually, breaking their kiss, Amy looked her in the eyes and said, "*** yes, let's do it."