Chapter 2 - 2

Gemma and Nicole were sitting in the living room half an hour later, a half hour during which El had hardly been able to suppress her excitement. She was relishing the feeling of her voluptuous body crammed into the ludicrously tight clothing like 'a marshmallow through a keyhole', a phrase which she had recently overheard someone saying on a bus. Even more than the tightness of the clothes, she was relishing the furtive glances of the other girls as they lingered over the thick golden roll of fat which was visible between her shirt and trousers, and the strained buttons which revealed her cleavage. The three chatted and giggled easily, and after a few minutes El put on a chick flick and furnished each of them with a tub of ice cream from the freezer. The three ate and laughed together for a while, then in a moment of distraction as she watched Nicole popping a chocolate greedily between her full red lips, El dropped a little lump of ice cream. It fell just above her cleavage and slid down between her breasts, leaving a creamy trail and causing her to let out a little squeal. Gemma was quickly on the scene, resting a hand on El's thigh as she smiled, "Let me get that for you..."

Her quick fingers popped open the top button of the blue shirt, which sprung apart so that El's ample breasts were visible almost to the nipples. Gemma's hot tongue traced the sticky line of ice cream down the other girl's cleavage to the melting lump, which she sucked into her mouth then looked up at El's face. Her hands rested on El's barely-concealed love-handles as she spoke again.
"Wow, you're just about bursting out of these clothes, El!" She squeezed the soft flesh slightly through the fabric, and El shuddered. "Well, maybe I'd like to..."

Nicole had moved closer to her on the sofa, and now caressed her chin with a single finger-nail as she whispered in her ear, "Do you want us to feed you?"

"Yes, feed me," breathed El quickly, with a shudder of anticipation. "I want to be your piggy - feed me up like a pig until my clothes can't hold me."

The film had been totally forgotten as Nicole and Gemma began to fill the eager El with food, pushing it into her hungry mouth with tender fingers. As she chewed and swallowed they kissed her neck and her breasts, rubbing her swelling gut through the taut shirt and caressing her plump thighs. El's face flushed and her half-open eyelids fluttered; all she could feel was the sweet food sliding down her throat, the weight of her belly and the soft caresses of the girls. Their whispered words penetrated her consciousness, the sounds merging seductively with her other senses as she drifted away in fantasies: "Do you want to be a fat girl? Just be a good little piglet and eat up everything we give you. Mmm, do you want a fat stomach like mine, piggy?" And her hand was pressed against the yielding, hot flesh of Gemma's heaving belly. She kneaded and squeezed, feeling the warm fat ooze like liquid between her fingers.

After some time, El was ecstatic to feel one of the lower buttons of her shirt pop off, the threads finally giving way to the swelling roundness of her stomach. "That's a good piggy," said Nicole, and kissed the quivering bulge of belly that had forced its way out, her hot lips burning against the sensitive skin. El felt another creamy éclair pushed to her lips and bit into it greedily; somewhere deep in her fevered consciousness she knew that she ought to be feeling full, and yet she seemed to have transcended all boundaries of physical comfort; she felt like she could eat forever. All she wanted was to feel her chubby body stuffed and ***ed.

She had not been aware that she had spoken out loud, but Nicole's response came in a whisper of hot breath against her skin: "We'll stuff you and *** you, piggy."

For a moment El opened her eyes to see that her breasts were now fully exposed, the shirt torn open by her heaving chest. Only one button remained across the top of her belly, and now as she swallowed and gasped for air it burst off with a jiggle of her fat paunch. At the same time there was a tearing sound and the top of her pedal-pushers ripped apart, the zip flying down as if moved by invisible fingers, and the soft shaking flesh of her lower stomach spilled out like a river bursting a dam.

"Ooh, well done honey!" cooed Gemma as she peeled the skin-tight trousers off. El's belly was so gorged and bloated that it overhung her tiny pink panties even while she lay back on the sofa. Nicole had disappeared, but now she rematerialised, standing over El naked and with a bottle of baby oil in her hand, having obviously been to find it in the bathroom. She rubbed some between her palms and began massaging it over El's plump breasts, squeezing them together and teasing the pink nipples. She then moved on to the moaning girl's fattened stomach, carefully rubbing the slippery liquid into every inch of the tender, pliant skin. When El's front was glistening with oil, Nicole helped her up and lay her face-down on the wooden coffee table, the scant remains of her feast squashed beneath her stuffed, plump body. She felt Nicole remove her panties (with some difficulty) and begin to massage the oil into her back and buttocks, whispering something to Gemma as she did so. She then sat on the table in front of El with her legs spread wide and breathed, "I've got one more thing for you to eat..."
El needed no second bidding and began to pleasure Nicole's plump pink pussy with her lips and tongue. As she did so, Nicole was squeezing and rubbing her own quivering pot-belly with her oily hands.

Meanwhile, Gemma had been fumbling in her large handbag behind El, who could not see what she was doing. Now she felt Gemma's hand on one of her slippery hips and gave a startled gasp as her own pussy-lips were parted by a large, rubbery object. "I've had this for a couple of weeks but I've been waiting for the right opportunity to use it", smiled Gemma. El looked back over her shoulder at the plumper to see a fat pink dildo in her hand. "Do you want it inside you, piggy? Do you want me to *** you with it?" El could only muster a weak moan of acquiescence as the dildo began to buzz gently, vibrating with its head just inside her. Gemma began to push gradually forward, deeper and deeper, the rubber shaft sliding easily into El's wet pussy. Its progress was tantalisingly slow, and El wanted to scream for it to be deep inside her, ***ing her hard, but her face was buried once again in Nicole's juicy crotch.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, Gemma thrust the dildo in to its hilt and upped the vibrations, gently pinching El's clitoris as she did so. El's chubby oiled body bucked violently and she gave a muffled squeak. "That's right, piglet, squeal!" groaned Nicole through her own noises of pleasure. Gemma had worked her other hand underneath El's stomach, where it now squeezed her belly-fat rhythmically in time with the dildo thrusts. El lost all control, wildly kissing Nicole's plump thighs and pussy and stomach in between wild screams of gratification, her body convulsing and writhing as the fat rubber cock pumped her ultra-sensitive pussy. The two plumpers relentlessly kept her coming for nearly half an hour, before she collapsed unconscious, a heaving mass of quivering flesh.