Chapter 4 - part 1

The chair's metal frame is creaking. Protesting. Deeming my weight unacceptably heavy. My skin is tingling from tightness. I need to stop eating now! I'm way too big and heavy! How much must I weigh? Six hundred, seven hundred pounds? More? Eight hundred?! It's so hard to judge, I feel like I could weigh half a ton! Stop piggy! You're already WAY too FAT! Stop before you get any bigger! But I'm so horny! And oh god this food tastes so good! Just one more mouthful and then that's it! Really! I swear! I know I'm getting far too FAT! A mouthful of delicious macaroons immediately changes my mind, I let out a shuddered exasperated moan of delight and my gorging continues with renewed vigour. The food just keeps getting better and better, and so I get bigger, and bigger, and BIGGER! I'm helplessly overstuffed addicted to food, no matter how much I've eaten, no matter how much I try to resist, the intense cravings for more just continue to seduce me over and over. I can't help it, I just want to eat and eat and eat!

My waitress laughs and laughs at how easy it was to tempt me into this gluttonous frenzy. I moan through a mouthful of heavenly butterscotch cheesecake, struggling to grasp at my growing fat. I'm completely amazed at how big and heavy my arms and hands have gotten, I can barely lift my elbows from my sides at all. All my effort raises them less than an inch. Bending them is even tougher, so much fat in the way I can barely make it past ninety degrees, and that angle of mobility is decreasing with every swallow. I stare at my hands in disbelief. My fingers are beyond chubby now, thick and fat like giant overstuffed frankfurters. My palms are so swollen they make my hands look like inflatable toys, so pumped up with fat that I can barely make a fist. I get quickly tired from holding up the weight of my pillow-sized arms and let my elbows fall to my sides. I can feel them inching their way outwards as I expand. My feet feel pinned to the floor by the weight of my legs. I'm becoming a huge round immobile ball of fat! Slowly becoming more and more imprisoned in my own flab yet STILL I can't stop eating, and eating, and eating!

I can't believe how insanely horny my incredulous growth is making me. Feeling my sides, belly, butt, every last part of me creak outwards, expanding inch by inch. So wide! So round! So FAT! At the same time a cool breeze tickles my belly as it pushes forward, hanging lower. So huge! It's grazing the floor ever so slightly. She stuffs me mercilessly! I get wider! Rounder! All my fat slowly inflating me like a gigantic balloon. Not even I get tell if my unintelligible moans are for her to stop or keep going. Oh god if she keeps feeding me I'm going to cum! My fat wobbles unsteadily as the metal chair legs start to bend beneath me.

A huge orgasm rockets through my enormous body as I sink towards the ground crushing the chair flat. My waitress climbs joyfully onto my fat after lining up plates and plates of desserts around my thickening neck. I can smell waffles and donuts and other items but I can't turn my neck far enough to see everything that's laid out on the vast expanse of my shoulders. I'm sure it'll be inside me soon enough. Lying down on my belly, now large enough to support her entire body, she lines herself up face to face with me and feeds me more food as she writhes about in my fat, using her legs and her free hand to play with every inch of my body spurring me on to climax again and again as she stuffs, and stuffs, and stuffs me with every bit of food she can get her hands on. Somehow I just know she's not going to stop until all the food is gone, or until I pop!

"Wake up, it's time for breakfast Piggy!" she whispers and the dream seems to evaporate around me as my body expands infinitely into a brilliant white light.

The next thing I know I'm awake breathing heavily, a faint film of perspiration evaporating from my skin, pleasantly cooling me down. My body is still tingling pleasantly from my amazing dream. I still sit at the table. I am starving. My appetite is back with a vengeance. I am still only in a bathing suit. It is nearly dark outside. Wait, is that a sunset or a sunrise?

I yawn. I am so hungry. Did I doze all night? There's a pillow placed behind my head. My neck still feels a little stiff.

"Good morning beautiful, I made some of your favourites," I hear her voice.

My tummy gurgles. My eyes blink blurrily into focus just in time to see my waitress entering the room. She's almost dancing in her step, humming. She places a tomato, cheese and bacon omelette in front of me.

"We're not open today so feel free to relax and eat all you want. I have the kitchen all to myself," she winks at me, smiling whilst patting her own non-existent belly and licking her lips. That gets my juices flowing. And my mouth watering.

I smile guiltily back, blushing.

She smiles back and says, "My name's Anna by the way."

"Jess," I reply whilst staring longingly at the food.

...to be continued...


Part 2 contains explicit lesbian sex, drug use, more feedism, force-feeding, teasing/humiliation, and more weight gain expansion fantasies. You can find it here:

http://www.e-junkie.com/282360