It started one day shortly after her father's funeral, Robin and I were
heading home and we had both been drinking. I knew she had had an
eating disorder, bulimia, a few years ago, but she seemed fine now. You
see her father always tried to control the amounts of food she ate, warning
that if she didn't control her appetite she would end up looking like her aunt
who was 5'4" and well over 400 lbs when she past away. Her father had
passed away in a car accident and Robin was now free from his constant
control over her appetite. On our way home she wanted to get some
strawberries, so we picked up two quarts, a watermelon, a two liter bottle of
water, picked up a movie and went to my place. She knew that I liked it
when she ate food in front of me but I was unaware that I would soon be
taking her father's place for her appetite control except that I would push
her the other way.
Once at my place we popped in the movie and she put on this tight
pair of orange gym shorts I had from high school. Robin, who is 5'4" and
about 130 squeezed nicely into those shorts. She knew I liked it when she
wore tight, revealing clothes and these shorts had an elastic waistband that
dug right into her tummy above her belly button causing a small roll of fat to
protrude. Below the waistband her lower tummy pushed the fabric out
wonderfully like a small amount of stuffing was stuffed there to create a
pillow. Her butt is a woman's butt and therefore stretched those shorts
beyond their designed proportions. Her hips have always been well shaped
and just a little wide. Her fat, again, created a nice roll where her thighs
met the shorts, her butt hanging out of the bottom of the shorts just a bit.
She also had taken off her bra and put on a half t-shirt which just hung off
her breasts so as not to touch her belly,..yet.
By this time I had washed off the strawberries and had them in a big
mixing bowl. She had plopped herself down on my couch. She loved to
put a whole berry in her mouth, suck hard and bite off the greens on top,
succulently devouring each one as if it were the last one. She always
would begin to get this glassy look in her eyes when she at like this and
now that she wasn't worried about her father she didn't seem to care if she
ate more than she should. One after another she ate the strawberries. I
could see her stomach begin to stretch the shorts a bit tighter after she had
finished off half of the fruits, the elastic trying to cut in but her tightening
belly was forcing it to retreat. She methodically ate each strawberry going
through them looking for the best ones to eat. I could not help but get a
hard on and I went to the kitchen, cut up and deseeded the watermelon in
preparation for her to eat more.
The strawberries were nearly gone and her belly was pushing out so
hard against the shorts that they had become a second layer of skin. Below
the elastic, her belly was bulging out, straining the capacity of the bright
orange shorts so that her belly looked like a giant orange, her hidden belly
button indenting like the navel. Above the elastic, her belly was getting
taught, her skin stretching out against her small layer of fat under her skin,
pushing the elastic up and out. I could tell there was room for the shorts to
still stretch because the elastic still had wrinkles in it where it could expand.
Robin told me she was getting full. By now I am sitting next to her. I put her
hand on my cock and watched her eyes glaze over more as I put another
strawberry to her lips. She ate the berry willingly and began stroking my
cock with a loose grip, slowly like she was waking up to the motion. I fed
her another strawberry and watched her suck all the juice out so it would
not drip down the front of her. She does this well making it sound sooo
good. She again tells me she's getting full but I don't listen as I feed her
the last of the 2 quarts of strawberries.
Her hand is beating my cock faster now in an unconscious manner.
Her tummy is fuller than I have ever seen it but she seems to not care. She
is telling me she is full but keeps on eating, each bite like a mini orgasm for
her. I get the watermelon and place the mixing bowl at her side. It is full to
the top with watermelon slices just ready for devouring. She grabs a slice
and remembers how MUCH she loves watermelon and seems to forget
how full she is of strawberries, it's like since it's a new taste she just
STARTED eating. Her hand is moving up and down my shaft quickly
matching the new pace she is eating the watermelon with. Bite after bite
she sucks in the melon dripping little pink dots onto her white half top t-shirt.
Her nipples have gotten hard because the cold pink melon juice keeps
dripping onto them. Her belly is now touching her half shirt where it used to
hang out off her breasts. The elastic is now beginning to cut into her belly
hard. It has been stretched to its' limits and will not allow for any more
expansion at her waist. The rest of the orange shorts are still stretching,
tighter and tighter below the waistband, blowing up like a big orange
balloon, her belly button still hidden under the fabric.
I make her lean back a bit putting a pillow behind her in the curve of
her back which gives the illusion of her belly being nearly 3 months
pregnant. It's an unbelievable sight, one hand reaching for piece after
piece of watermelon, one hand beating my cock and her beautifully round
belly pushing the limits of those orange shorts to an explosive level. She
begins to slow down and again tells me she is stuffed beyond anything she
has ever felt before. She begs me to strip her of all her clothing so she can
feel free of such constriction. I push my hand under the elastic band and
feel the tremendous bulge of her lower abdomen under the tight stretch of
the shorts. She moans, "please take them off." I pull down on the left side
and then the right, needing to alternate because they are so tight. Just then
I see her unbelievably gorgeous, one inch deep belly button become
exposed for the first time that evening. Her belly keeps expanding over the
waistband as I pull the shorts off her. Her pussy seems to be dripping the
same pink as the watermelon. I pull her half t-shirt over her head and she
leans back and moans "more." I get a piece of melon and place it to her
lips. She opens her mouth like a tiny bird anticipating the feeding from her
father. She takes the whole piece into her mouth and when she tries to
close her lips, juice leaks out because there is so much in her. She
swallows it and moans "more" again. I quickly get her another piece. She
sucks it in and cries for more again. She has a trance-like look to her and
her eyes are closed. Her mission it seems, to never stop eating. I swear
that I can see her stomach swell a little bit more each time she swallows. I
tell her to wiggle her taught belly so I can hear the juice of the watermelon
swishing around inside her. She does so willingly and tells me how full she
must be but that her belly has gone numb.
She tells me that she has to finish the whole mixing bowl and that I
should not stop feeding her until it is all inside her bulging beach ball of a
belly. She wants to know what it feels like to be a melon. I stuff piece after
piece of melon in her mouth while she again begins to stroke my massively
rock hard cock. She says "no more." I feed her another piece. "I'm
stuffed," another piece goes inside her. "I'm gonna explode." She eats
another piece. "My stomach's bulging," she sucks down another piece. "I
can't eat another bite." I stuff a huge piece in her mouth causing her
cheeks to puff out and watermelon juice to leak out the sides of her mouth,
down her neck. "I can't," she eats still another piece. It's like she knows
not the limit of her ever expanding belly. She now looks seven months
pregnant. She has almost finished a whole watermelon and two quarts of
strawberries, her eyes are still closed, one hand on my cock the other
straining to stay on her clit. "Feel how full I am," and I stuff another piece
into her waiting mouth. "I can't move I'm so full." Another bite sucked into
her eagerly awaiting mouth. I can hear her swallowing now. Each bite like
she isn't even chewing. I put in the melon, she gulps it down and her belly
pushes up more. Her waist is now gone and she is looking like the
watermelon belly she wants to be. "I am so stuffed!" I feed her again. "My
skin is so tight around my stomach," she gulps down another piece. I am
so close to cumming that I can barely stand it. She moans "I'm gonna
explode!" I feed her the last piece. Her belly is like the melon. I tell her
"more".
I get the two liter bottle of water. I make her climb on top of me
pushing my rock hard cock into her gushing wet pussy. Her belly hangs out
in front of her like she is in her eighth month of pregnancy. I tell her to start
drinking the water. Gulp after gulp she swallows the water. I've got my
hands on her gorged belly, and I am thrusting my cock into her deeper and
deeper while she is holding on to the two liter bottle with both hands,
dripping water down the front of her which follows her massively huge, tight,
bulge of a belly down to where her pussy and my cock meet. Her breathing
is shallow but quick between each gulp. She gets a quarter of the water in
her, stops for a breather and cries "I can't drink any more. My belly's gonna
pop. I can barely breathe I'm so stuffed. I want you to cum with me now, I
feel like I am gonna explode from every inch of my body!" I tell her "No!
You must finish the bottle." I make her lean back on one arm, her
completely engorged belly pushing out up to the sky, like gravity was non
existent, her other hand puts the bottle back up to her mouth and she
begins gulping down the rest of the water. I push up on her belly from
below making her rise up and down on my cock, her quickly ballooning
belly making splashing sounds inside like a waterbed. Her belly is
magnificent. Her skin is so tight and her belly is getting so full it's just like a
wonderfully ripe watermelon that thumps when you flick it. I tell her don't
stop, you can't stop. She keeps on gulping passing the half way point. Her
stomach looks like she has to be nine months pregnant now and still
growing. Her breasts hang down and touch the top of her belly. They are
like two water balloons jiggling back and forth as I keep pushing her up and
down on my cock. Robin's breathing is getting shallower and her gulps are
getting bigger but farther apart. She's moaning between each gulp now, a
cross between pure ecstasy and pure pain, but she keeps drinking. The
bottle is now fully upside down and her head is leaning way back, her belly
so distended I can't even see her head, just the bottom of the plastic bottle.
I've got her in such a rhythm that when her butt slaps down on my thighs
she moans, breathes in on the way up, gulps down another swallow of
water and slaps down on my thighs again. Just then she finishes the bottle
and throws it aside. I grab onto her hips and begin to really move her up
and down on my cock, the rhythm of our bodies, the sloshing of the water,
the watermelon and the strawberries in her belly, her moans, my moans, we
explode together in an ecstasy unparalleled.
It seems that all this time she has been wanting to eat but wouldn't
eat correct because of her father. Now all is fine and she is up to 224 and
continuing to grow. She still gets that glassy look to her eyes when she
eats. Life's an addiction. Eat it up.
by THX1143