"Yes, yes I want the funnel! Oh yes! Pour gallons and gallons of cake batter into the funnel. Oooh yeees, ooh yes, give it toooooo meeeee!" she screamed. Eventually, she spoke again "God that was incredible. I swear you keep getting better."
He rested beside her massively fat body and massaged her
great bulging belly which was still way over stuffed from the
huge lunch she had gobbled shortly before they climbed into
bed. Watching her stuff herself always sexually excited him
like nothing else ever. More and more lately, she too was
getting sexually aroused while gobbling. During sex, he spent
a lot of time talking about feeding her and fattening her. At
first, she just sort of played along but lately she was
enjoying the fattening chatter more and more. However,
nothing he said effected her like the mention of a funnel.
As she laid there in the warm after glow of her orgasm, she
thought about the word "funnel". That one word effected her
in so many ways that it almost made her dizzy. Yes, it made
her horny but it also made her hungry. She felt spiritual and
shameful. "Funnel" made her brave and fearful, obsessed and
repulsed, self actualized and confused, serene and restless,
love and hate, trusting and suspicious. For every emotion
that came up when she heard "funnel" there was also an
opposite emotion.
He too had conflicting emotions about "funnel". However, most
of his problem revolved around the fact that reality is
sometimes not as great as the fantasy. The excitation caused
by "funnel" was normally destroyed by the memory of "the
layer cake blow job" disaster. Of course, thinking about that
mess normally made him giggle but giggling was a sexual faux
pas.
They didn't even own a funnel and although they each had
separately intended to buy one, neither had. She had even
gotten as far as the checkout line with one but at the last
moment abandoned it on a display of tube socks. So it looked
as though ever actually using a funnel was never going to
happen until one day she let a girl friend move in with her
after the girl split with her hubby. The girl only stayed a
few days and left. When the girl left, she took everything
except for a large whit plastic funnel.
The funnel was discovered a few days after the girl had left.
He found it in a cabinet near the ceiling which was too high
up for her to reach without standing on a chair and after she
hit 400, she stopped standing on chairs altogether.
"Hey, you finally did it!" he said.
"Did what?" she asked.
He held the funnel in the air and said, "Bought a funnel."
A tidal wave of contradictory emotions swept over her. She
was literally struck dumb by the emotional maelstrom that
engulfed her. Eventually, she was able to form syllables.
"That's not mine" she protested. "That girl must have left
it" she explained.
"Well it's yours now I guess." he said. "Wanna' give it a
try?" he asked coyly.
Before words come out of a person's mouth, their brain thinks
of the words. Ordinarily, this works out just fine. However,
something was going haywire in her brain. Her brain had the
words "Yes" and "No" superimposed on top of each other so
that she wound up saying something that was the phonetic
equivalent of "YNEOS" which has no known English meaning. He
of course was giggling as he was recalling "the layer cake
blow job" fiasco. Giggling so much that he lost his grip on
the funnel. Instinctive she reached out to grab it but
simultaneously stepped back so as to avoid it as though it
was boiling oil.
The funnel hit the kitchen linoleum and bounced a few times
before coming to rest by the stove. She did nothing but stare
at it. After she hit 450, she quit bending over for anything
unless it was very important. This might very well have been
the single most important life or death reason to have caused
her bend over but she just stood there. He got down off the
chair and picked it up and put it on the counter near her.
She reached out to touch it. Eve probably reached for the
forbidden fruit in a similar way. As she touched the cool
white plastic, she was so overcome with emotion that she
became light headed and began to faint. Even as strong and
muscular as he was, it would been impossible for him to have
held her up. He was however able to support her and help her
over to her recliner.
"Are you OK? You gave me quite a scare." he asked lovingly
plus a little perturbed.
"I'm alright. I just need to rest a minute. You know ever
since I hit 500, I tire easily." she replied.
"Since I couldn't find any more sugar, I'll run to store and
get some so we can finish the cake. Do you want anything
else?" he said.
"No, I guess not. But wait, I'm suddenly awfully hungry.
What's for dinner?" she asked.
"Whatever your heart and "little" fat belly desires." he said
with a grin as he patted her belly.
"You know me and my "little" fat belly. We want some of
everything." she said while slapping the sides of her belly
lovingly.
"Then I'll just bring you a smorgasbord of greasy high
calorie fast food." he replied.
"Heavy on the grease and calories" she said with a grin as he
kissed her fat cheek.
He had barely locked the door behind himself before she began
struggling out of her chair. She headed straight for the
kitchen and the funnel. As she picked it up, the emotional
tidal wave was upon her instantly. She wanted to put it down
but couldn't. Before she knew it, she had the funnel to her
open mouth. Her tongue came out to touch it like a snake's
tongue sensing for danger. When her tongue touched the
funnel, a brand new wave of conflicting emotions washed over
her obliterating the first wave. The funnel had no taste, no
smell, no sound yet it stimulated all of her senses. She
tilted her head back and held the funnel in the air above her
open mouth and slowly lowered it until it was in as far as it
could go. A queasy sensation came over her as though she
would vomit while her loins burned with passion and her pussy
became wet and slippery. She suddenly tossed the funnel into
the sink and turned on the hot water full force.
After a while it became quite obvious that no matter how hot
the water or at what force, it was not going to wash the
funnel down the drain so she turned off the water and turned
to look at the mixing bowl on the opposite counter. She liked
uncooked cake batter. It was one of those "special treat"
foods that she enjoyed and he knew it which is why they
talked about during sex. Not that she didn't enjoy frosted
layer cakes it was just that uncooked cake batter had a
certain "forbidden" appeal to it. Once she read that the
difference between an outlaw and a criminal is that a
criminal recognizes the existence of laws but breaks them
whereas an outlaw also recognizes the existence of laws but
says, "they don't apply to me". Mainly she saw herself as an
outlaw which she could live with.
The funnel made her feel like a criminal. There's a social
law against being fat but that law did not apply to her so
she was fat. There were health and social laws against
getting fatter by choice but those did not apply to her so
she gained weight on purpose. However, she was convinced that
there was a categorical imperative forbidding funnel usage
which did apply to her so if she used it she would be a
criminal. The question was, could she live with being a
criminal?
She heard his key in the lock and hurried back to her
recliner and just had time to get it adjusted as he entered.
"I hope you're really hungry 'cause I got a little carried
away" he said as he set the armload of fast food bags and
boxes on the kitchen table. "Actually, I got very carried
away" he added.
He moved the special dining table he had made for her into
position. She rested her arms on the padded arm supports
while he laid out the fast food feast on the lazy susan in
the center of the table. This contraption worked incredibly
well for her. Her arms didn't get tired, there was no lost
motion and she could get at anything she wanted by spinning
the lazy susan. He stood back to admire his handy work and
was quite pleased. She was quite pleased too.
"Boy you weren't kidding about going overboard were you?" she
said as she bit into a greasy cheeseburger dripping with
mayo.
While she gobbled, he went back to the kitchen to work on the
cake batter. Before he could stop himself, he dumped three
times as much sugar into the bowl as the recipe called for.
"Oh shit!" he muttered under his breath. "Well, I guess I'll
just triple the recipe" he thought. Then he remembered her
straw extensions.
"Sorry, I forgot" he said as he attached a length of latex
tubing to a straw in one of her assorted milk shakes.
"Thanks, I was getting a little thirsty." she said as she
took a long pull on the plastic tube and her mouth filled
with shake.
She resumed her gobbling and he went back to work in the
kitchen. The job thankfully didn't take very long so he could
go back and watch her gobble. Damn, he loved to watch her pig
out. The only thing he could imagine that he might enjoy even
more would have been watching her being funnel fed but would
it turn out like "the layer cake BJ".
He took a seat on the couch and gazed in absolute amazement
at her she gobbled. He had watched her put on the feed bag
many times and every time he was amazed by her capacity and
voracity. However, this time was different. She had never
gone at it with such gusto. Never had he seen her gobble so
fast or with such determination. It was as though she
intended to gobble all that he had brought which was
completely out of the question as the quantity of food set
before her was at least twice as much she had ever consumed
at one sitting if not three times as much.
She had been hungry before but never anything like this.
Having him watch her gobble always gave her added incentive
to push herself to the absolute limit but she was planning to
go beyond that. She didn't know why or how and didn't care.
All she really cared about was stuffing more into her gut
than ever before as quickly as she could. It was as though
she had something vitally important to do just as soon as she
packed herself with more food than ever before.
Both of them were amazed by what she managed to accomplish
before throwing in the towel.
He surveyed the carnage and wreckage left by the most
incredibly gluttonous performance he had ever witnessed. All
she could do was burp and moan as he pulled away her dining
table. Her belly bulged out bigger and farther than ever,
almost cartoon like. He really couldn't believe his eyes. She
could barely breathe and really needed the portable oxygen
tank she used on occasion once she hit 550.
As he went about clearing the mess, he heard her faintly say,
"What about my cake batter?"
"Well I made a mistake and put in too much sugar, and...." he
tried to explain.
In a panic she queried, "You didn't throw it out?"
"No, I didn't throw it out. I ah....." he responded.
"So what if it's a little too sweet. It'll be fine." she said
expectantly.
"Oh, it's not too sweet. I just increased the recipe to
accommodate for the extra sugar." he said as he went for the
mixing bowl.
When she say the how much cake batter there was a horrified
look shone through her eyes yet her lips curled in a coy
grin. She looked up at him and said, "Get the funnel."
For a moment he started to protest but he couldn't help
himself. He fetched the funnel for her. She tipped her head
back and opened her mouth. Just before he inserted the
funnel, she said, "I want it all!" with a determination in
her voice he had never before.
He did not even try to protest. He inserted the funnel and
began pouring in the cake batter. She began gulping and
choking and gulping like a fiend. It was the most amazing
thing he had ever seen. She breathed deeply of the oxygen and
kept gulping. Her belly grew even larger. As she gulped the
last gulp, she orgasmed. An orgasm to beat all others ever
before. She felt good and it felt good to be a criminal.
by mjm