Vast

Chapter 1 - Vast

VAST

“That’s a good girl,” Claudia says, “eat it all up. That’s my sweet little piggy.” Shelly has sweet chocolate saliva trickling from the corners of her mouth. Claudia loves the way Shelley’s cheeks and chins dance with the motion of her chewing and gently licks Shelley’s sweet mouth clean, then the sticky places between her chins. “Just one more bite and then we can have some Spaghetti-Os.”

Dick had spent almost an hour arranging Shelly’s flesh while Shelly worked her way through most of a ten-pound box of chocolates. Claudia, who was supposed to help, had constantly distracted by her self-imposed chore of licking the food from Shelley’s face while Dick labored to oil and parted her thighs and prop up her vast, pendulous apron of belly flab with stiff foam blocks and wedges until he was able to climb between Shelley’s thighs.

Claudia can tell by Shelly’s animal stare and her soft grunts that it’s time. She pops another chocolate in Shelley’s mouth to keep her busy as she wheels the stand closer to the bed and begins to open the family-sized cans of Spaghetti-Os. “Open wide,” Claudia says when she’s done, “Time for the funnel.” Shelly licks her sticky lips and opens wide. The funnel has a mouthpiece like a snorkel and Shelly bites down hard as Claudia starts to ladle Spaghetti-Os as fast as she can, a soft sweet red slurry of calories that Shelly sucks down without chewing in an obviously sexual frenzy of consumption.

Almost hidden under Shelly’s gut, Dick is slowly, laboriously going down. He’s wearing some strange headgear, two tubes up his nose held in place by a plastic brace and a wide band of elastic that fastens with Velcro. It is muff diving gear that allows him to explore the depths under the quivering custard-soft mountain of paunch that extends past Shelly’s feet, gleaming with sweat, the motion of its suspended bulk exquisitely menacing.

“That’s my piggy,” says Claudia, “Gobble gobble. God, sweetie, I can see you getting fatter. Go on, keep eating, that’s a good piggy,” and she leans over and gently bites Shelly’s ear. Claudia trembles with transgressional lust at the shockingly loud sound, something like a horrible, disturbing reverse belch, when Shelly empties the funnel and desperately gulps air. Claudia drips a trail of Spaghetti-Os across Shelly in her rush to fill the funnel. She holds it steady with one hand as Shelly starts to tremble. “Faster, you can do it, more, more, more,” she croons, watching the vibrations moving through Shelly’s body grow more and more intense as she approaches orgasm, then leans down awkwardly to lick the cold, sweet tomato sauce and soft rings of pasta from the trembling cushions of Shelley’s face. Shelley grunts in a keening tone when Claudia says, “I’ve put on thirty pounds since. I met you,” and sloppily tops off the funnel. The trembling that moves through Shelly’s body grow more and more intense as she approaches orgasm.

Under Shelly’s belly, Dick braces his back against the rolls of the right leg and his forearms against the left while he holds Shelly’s soft hairless mons between his hands and fondles it, feeling ripples move through the blubber. It’s a paunch in itself, easily the size of Claudia’s plumply sagging tummy, fifteen or twenty pounds of pussybelly. Shelly’s pudendum is far too fat to fuck, the tender rolls and folds of flesh enfolding her cunt too deeply. Dick begins to suck softly at Shelley’s intimate folds while working his hand between her billowing labia.

Shelly moves her arms and legs as much as she can, pulsing so the waves moving through her vast soft body build in force and magnitude. She can feel Dick’s body rocking back and forth, riding the billows of her thighs, and she can feel her tummy bobbing in the air over him. Best of all, she can feel the cushions holding it up slipping. The weight of her boobs and belly is making it hard for her to breathe, but if she can get her tummy to shift just a little, she’ll be a lot more comfortable.

Claudia lifts the last of the five gallon can of Spaghetti-Os and pours it into the funnel while Shelly gulps as fast she can, and then opens the next. Shelly’s face is beet-red and dripping with sweat. She shows no signs of satiety.

Dick has kissed and nuzzled his way down Shelley’s mound, breathing through the tubes as he pushes his face between the folds of blubber that hide Shelly’s clit, taking his time, licking, sucking, nibbling his way in. Flesh closes in on his head and his right arm reaches up and over her left thigh and through a gap held open by a foam block. He’s nowhere near able to touch the mattress on the other side. Her belly touches his arm softly, rhythmically bobbing as she squirms and wriggles.

Then one of the cushions pops loose and with a series of slaps a wave rolled down Shelley’s torso and her belly slapped against her thighs.

Claudia puts her mouth next to Shelly’s ear, the feel of breath making the fat woman squirm and shiver. Isn’t Dick a lucky boy?” Claudia says. “We won’t let him out until you’re all done, will we?” and nips gently at the lobe of Shelly’s ear and tugs softly. “I know a little piggy who needs some calories. You can’t get fat without calories, now can you?” She takes the funnel out of Shelly’s mouth. “Do you want your lard?” Shelley wordlessly opens her mouth, like a baby bird.

Dick had his face embedded in Shelley’s mound, breathing through the tubes as he pushes his face between the folds of blubber that hide Shelly’s clit, barely able to breathe but knowing he’s trapped, he’s taking his time, licking, sucking, nibbling his way in. Flesh closes in on his head and his right arm reaches up and over her left thigh and through a gap held open by a foam block. He’s nowhere near able to touch the mattress on the other side. Her belly touches his arm softly, rhythmically bobbing as she squirms and wriggles. Shelly can feel Dick weakening, the waves running through her body diminishing, but his tongue is still lapping away, every stroke sending a shudder of pleasure up into her belly. Then her belly collapses on him. His hand sticks out, his feet stick out, but he can’t move. He can breath for now but he can feel each breath getting shallower. He can feel himself tire.

Shelley opens her mouth and belches, the borborygmus going on and on. Shelley wonders if Dick heard it. She pants and opens her mouth, drool running down her chins, tongue protruding for what’s coming. Sometimes she had her lard melted and poured into her through her funnel but tonight she’s having it cold. She wants to chew it, swallow it, feel it clinging to her teeth and tongue and palate, she wants to lick it off of Claudia’s fingers like an animal.

Claudia digs her hand into the white plastic bucket, and then puts the white lump to Shelly’s gaping mouth, and laughs at the tickle as Shelly gobbles away. Claudia squeezes her thighs together, her excitement building, and says, “That’s a good girl. Eat your lard,” and then singing, “Lard for the lard-ass, lardy lardy lard-ass, lard for the lard ass, lardy-lardy…”

Dick’s feet are kicking more and more weakly. Shelley likes that and the feel of Dick imbedded in Shelley’s flesh, licking and sucking at her, combines with the cold grease she’s gobbling, the bland pure flavor of nothing but fat, and the weight of the food inside her, she can feel herself growing bigger and fatter and Claudia’s breath in her ear is a shiver of pure lust saying “God, you are such a perfect gorgeous ***ing pig, that’s right, keep eating the lard, eat the lard, eat the lard –“ and then Shelley closes her eyes as she comes and comes and comes as grease runs from the corners of her mouth and down her chins. She gasps, then breathes heavily, then says, “Go help Dick.”

“Listen,” Claudia said, licking the lard from Shelley’s face, “why don’t we just leave him there?”