Raw Bread Dough 
By
Portly Robust

When your a teenager, 16 to be exact, all you want to do is go to the mall and hang out with your friends. That takes money. And my family didn't have much money, so if I wanted to do the things that all the other girls were doing and have the stuff I wanted, I was going to have to get a job.
I found a job as an apprentice baker in the high school I attended. I worked my classes around it so I could be in the bakery before lunch, work for 3 hours and then resume my classes. It was great learning about all the pastries, muffins, and breads I could make and besides, I got paid as I learned. Not much mind you, but it was enough money that I could join my friends at the mall every now and then.
During the beginning of my shift, it was my job to prepare the bread dough. In doing so, I would tear off a hunk and chew on it. It was about the same consistency of gum for a while and soon would soften, so I would just swallow it. It's just bread dough and I didn't think anything about it, and no one told me not to, so I munched on it till lunch time. When lunch time came, I was always busy and not very hungry anyway so I usually skipped eating. 
I am an avid swimmer, 10 years of it, and have a body to match, so does a picture form in your mind yet? If not, I'll describe myself. I'm 5'6" with long brown hair and pretty blue eyes. I have a round tight butt, my hips measure 35" and a medium size waist at 28". My breasts are full, 34-D, and firm. My thighs are round, thick and strong. My calves are very large but they have a great shape. My arms upper are big and muscular, for a girl, but that's where a lot of my power comes from in the pool. OK, so I do weigh more than all my friends, even the tall ones, but at 140 pounds you couldn't say that their was an ounce of fat on me. So much for that, now let me tell you why I am writing this dumb thing......
Like I said, I worked in the bakery for three hours a day and eating the bread dough became a habit. A habit I became unaware of doing really, my mind was just on my work. Well, I must have been eating more bread dough than I should have because when dinner time came around, and my mother saw that I was not as hungry as I use to be, she became worried. I told her that it wasn't like I wasn't eating and that I was eating bread dough at work. She about came unglued, and told me that I would not get the nutrition from the bread dough I needed for a balanced diet and that it could possibly hurt me too. I had no idea what she meant and asked her, "What do you mean,, hurt me?" She said, that eating raw bread dough isn't a good thing. It has yeast in it, and it would begin to rise causing the dough to swell up inside my belly. It could take as long as a whole day for it to work it's way down into my digestive tract, and I would not feel hungry till it had left my stomach. 
That's when I knew what she meant. Because the rest of the day, after I had left work, I felt so good inside. Kinda like after I had eaten a big meal, you know, fat and happy. I noticed that I had put on a pound or two since I had started at the bakery, 6 to be exact. I didn't feel like I was getting fat or anything so I didn't give it much thought. I also noticed that my belly had begun to look a little more full and round than it usually did, but with my frame I carried it fine. You see I am not one of those girls that worries about her weight. I figure I look the way I do and people are going to like me for who I am not what I look like.
Any way, I was saying that I liked the way I felt, and looked for that matter, my belly looking a little full. I thought, I wonder what it would be like to eat enough bread dough as though I were eating a normal dinner. Would it make me feel twice as good as I felt after work? So, the next day when I arrived at work, instead of biting off a little piece I ate a big hunk of it right away. I went about my normal routine and every now and then I would eat a big mouthful of it. I had eaten about half a pound of bread dough that day and even while at work it started expanding in side my stomach. I just kept stuffing more of it down into my swelling belly. It felt great. I felt as though I had had eaten two cheese burgers, a large order of fries and a large Coke. The feeling stayed with me for the entire evening and I knew what I was going to do the next day at work.
I arrived early and started to prepare for the days baking. Today I was going to have to make more bread dough than usual because of that which I had intended to eat myself. During the middle of the shift I went into the back room with a large pan of raw bread dough, sat on a bucket and placed the pan in front of me. I started eating. Mouth full after mouth full. I rolled it into thick long logs and stuffed it into my mouth, like a big long dick, biting off a hunk and swallowing it whole. I ate so much of the bread dough that I acutely felt stuffed. It was lying heavily in my full stomach. I was full. Really full. I went out into the bakery and filled my drinking glass with Coke and took it back into the back room. The head baker must have seen me reenter the room because she came in only a minute later. I, however, had stuffed four more big mouthfuls down in to my stuffed belly and was busy drinking the Coke when she entered. My stomach was so full now that it was bulging out as it usually did when I would eat a huge Thanks Giving dinner. The head baker asked what I was doing in the room and noticed the pan of raw bread dough, all but gone, and said, "You didn't eat the dough did you?" No one ever noticed me eating the bread dough at work until now. I answered her by nodding my head yes, thinking I was in trouble for taking it and not paying for it, but she was just concerned for me saying, "I think you better go home and lay down, because in about thirty minutes your going to wish you had." "Why?" I asked. She said, "The bread dough has yeast in it and is going to rise in your stomach just as it does in the raising box. You know that. It may be a little uncomfortable." I did as she suggested and went home skipping the rest of my classes. 
Before I arrived home I noticed that my tummy was expanding. It had become rather large and I was beginning to feel very full. By the time I got home and into my bed room my belly had grown noticeably and felt extremely packed full. The bread dough continued to rise inside my belly stretching it way beyond anything I could imagine. My belly was slowly growing bigger and fatter. It felt as though I had swallowed a huge water melon. I had eaten enough of the raw bread dough to make at least two loves of bread and it felt like I had five loves in their now. The bread dough's expansion continued for another ten or twenty minutes I really couldn't tell. All I could think about was how big I was becoming and fat I felt. My belly had grown much rounder and was sticking way out like you might do if you took a deep breath and pushed it out. I felt horrible for the next hour or so. 
I lay in bed rubbing my bloated belly. This action began to make me so hot that I fingered myself furiously, and the climaxes I had were the best I had ever felt with or with out a partner. When my parents got home I told them I had won a bet with some of the guys and ended up eating five hamburgers, three orders of fries and two large Cokes. I won the bet but I had stuffed myself so badly I felt like hell, I told them, trying to explain the way I looked. I stayed in bed all night and fingered myself to sleep.
The next day, I still looked, and felt, extremely full. Walking around at school was a sexual high as I was caring around this extra weight in a new place. As I walked it moved around and tended to make me feel horny. It made me feel erotic when the boys looked at my overly full belly. 
I went to work that day as usual and talked to the head baker about what I had done. She patted my full tummy and said, "I kinda thought you might look like this. How do you feel?" I told her I felt great and that I liked the way I looked as well. She said smiling, "I am a little suppressed, but this is something you shouldn't get into the habit of unless you want to be as big as a house." I told her that I didn't really care what any one else thought, I am big as it is and their is nothing that is going to change that. I have come to like my size and the fact I have a fat round belly doesn't bother me. "Well I wish you well then." she said. And with that I went off to start the days work.
I still felt kinda full from yesterday but wanted to take a bunch of the bread dough home, eat it their and have sex with myself. It had felt so good yesterday even though I felt so bad for about an hour. I was abscessed with the thought of the organs I would have. I filled a big bag with the dough. It must have weighed 10 pounds at least. I then stuck it in the refrigerator and finished work. I went to all my classes and reveled in the looks from the boys checking out my body. This was really the first time any of them noticed me and I loved it. With my tummy still over full and bulging slightly I was beginning to wonder when it would return to it's normal size.
After class I snuck into the bakery, got the raw bread dough and went home. No one was home yet, just like any other day, so I went into my bed room and set everything up for my little feast. A big glass of Coke and the raw bread dough. I had brought home way more dough than I had eaten yesterday. I thought that I could save some for tomorrow and maybe the next day. 
I started stuffing the dough into my mouth and swallowing it whole with a ravenous like hunger, all the time thinking about the orgasms to come. With my head tipped back opening my throat and my eyes closed thinking of the ways I might tease myself, and with thoughts of the feelings I would have, I swallowed mouth full after mouth full whole into my stomach. I ate the bread dough with no regard to how full I was becoming, I wasn't even thinking about eating. I was thinking about masturbating. The more I masturbated in my mind the more I stuffed into my mouth and down into my growing belly trying to achieve that ultimate orgasm. All of a sudden I had an aughsom orgasm. It startled me. I hadn't even stimulated myself. 
Then noticed what I had done. I had nearly finished half the bread dough. My stomach was packed so full it ached. I had eaten so much of the bread dough that my belly had grown almost as large as it was yesterday after the raw dough I had eaten finished rising. And by this time now, I was really thirsty. I forced the glass of Coke down in to my bloated belly. I could feel my stomach stretching even larger as I drank. That's when it really hit me, My gut is so absolutely packed with RAW bread dough. And the dough is going to start to rise inside my big fat belly any minute. It felt like their was no room left any where inside me for it to rise. I had over filled myself with the raw bread dough while I was dreaming about the orgasms. That's when I all but panicked and tried to through up, but it was like a huge solid heavy block in my belly and refused to move.
With the impending expansion of my already badly bloated belly, I gave thought to calling 911, but I thought to myself, I'll bet I can handle it. How bad could it be? Like yesterday? It will be a little painful while my belly stretches larger as the dough rises, but I can get through it. I know I can. I will have a big full belly, and it will feel great afterwards.
The dough had started rising and pushing my insides out from all directions. It was very painful as the dough expanded inside of my over-packed belly and all I could do was sit their, holding my fat belly, and watch as it grew. It slowly grew larger, fatter, and wider. My belly grew very round and full, sticking out far enough that I was a little worried. Worried about if it could go back to it's normal size after my system had digested all of the dough. And it hurt, badly, for over half an hour. 
Later I began to feel pretty good, fat, but happy. I began to fuck myself with my dildo. The ridged one. I had so many orgasms I couldn't count them all. My belly was so fat and tight, I loved it. For the last of the orgasms I shoved the dildo all the way in my pussy. It was just barely sticking out when I sat down on it. That shoved it home, hitting bottom and absolute burring it in my wet pussy. I moved my but all around as I held my big fat belly and came so hard I thought I would die right their.
The next day at school, all the guys wanted to get next to me and feel my huge belly. They all couldn't believe how big it had gotten over night and some of the guys wanted to go fuck me right then and their. I wanted none of the boys to fuck me because I was afraid of AIDS and stuff, and besides, I have too much fun with myself. 
When I went to the bakery to go to work, the head baker looked at me and smiled. That's all, just a smile. I worked the day, finished school and went home with another bag of bread dough. I was still kinda fat from yesterday, so I only ate a few big mouthfuls. My belly swelled up nice and full and I had great sex with myself all night. 
It was a normal thing now for me to eat enough bread dough to make my belly grow large and fat. Every day for over two months I ate the dough and had sex with my self.
Graduation time came around and I, like everyone else, had a great time and was finally out of school. I had to get out on my own and make a living. I found a great job at the best bakery in town. An apprentice baker had all kinds of duties, including the making of all the dough used. I was able to continue to fill my fat belly with massive amounts of raw bread dough at home in my new apartment for many months.
I am 5' 9" tall now, growing 3 inches in a mater of 9 months and I weigh almost 158 pounds. And quite frankly, I can't believe how big my breasts have gotten. I bought another raw the other day and this one was a 38-DD. My hips have grown to a round 37" and my legs are still big and strong, just longer. Strong but a little bigger my upper arms haven't changes much. My middle on the other hand has become real big, round and tight, but looking extremely full. I don't really look fat, just like I may be pregnant, 7 or 8 months pregnant. I still like the way I look and feel, and I am still having the best orgasms ever. I have many new dildos, one in particular. It's 14" long and almost 2" in diameter. 
After work these days I come home, scarf down a very large helping of raw bread dough and go take a bath. While in the tub, my stomach begins to swell. The larger it gets the more I like it. I then grab my big 14" dildo and begin to stuff it into my pussy. In and out, in and out, I work myself up to a frenzy before I ram it home. Burring it as deep in my body as I can possibly get it. Then I sit up on it driving it up into my swollen belly. I come right then and their. I lay back in the tub and enjoy the feelings as my belly continues to grow and my pussy juices flow. Afterwards I watch TV and munch on whatever I have in the house until I feel so stuffed and bloated that I can hardly stand it anymore. All fat and happy, I go off to bed and have a great nights sleep.
This has been going on now for almost 3 years now and let me tell you, I am now what you might call an AMAZON! I stand 6'3" tall and weigh in at over 185 pounds. My tits measure 58-GG, my hips measure 39, my thighs are long and powerfully thick with muscle, my calves are very large and rock solid, and my upper arms are so big,, packed with muscle. But my middle is the only thing that is way out of proportion to the rest of my build. My legs are rather short and my upper body is much longer than most girls, it's mostly belly, and as round as a beach ball. In the morning before I have eaten anything, my belly measures 43" around at my belly button. When I eat anything, I eat a lot, and I mean ALOT. Lunch time I can finish 8 to 10 hamburgers and as many orders of fries along with 7 or 8 large milk shakes. By the time I have finished all that I feel great. My belly balloons up to a round solid 68" around. Come dinner time I sometimes go to the All You Can Eat place and really pig out. I am in their at least 2 hours and stuffing my self the entire time. I walk out of the place so crammed full that it is hard to get up to leave. That is when my belly measures a staggering 94". 
I remember one time I went their for lunch and didn't leave until around 8 in the evening. I had a death wish that day and wanted to force food into my self until I burst. Only problem was, I didn't. I just kept stretching and growing bigger as I ate. That is the only time I acutely topped 110" around. I felt like hell for two days and gained 35 pounds over night. 
Still though, I do enjoy eating things that expand inside of me. I fill up to the point I think I can't stand it anymore and then sit back and wait. Soon my insides begin to swell and stretch growing bigger and fatter by the minute. Take bread dough for example. I mix up a batch of raw bread dough, 8 to 10 pounds of it, stuff it into my belly until I can hardly swallow anything else into it and then wait. twenty to 30 minutes later the dough begins to expand in my packed belly making it grow to an enormous size. Then there it is for at least a day, in my belly with no where to go but down into my system.
There have been weeks that I have packed my belly so full of dough twice a day each day for 7 or 8 days that I looked so pregnant that some guy thought I was going to drop any second, and triplets at that. He and I had a great fuck that night after I told him that I was not pregnant nor married for that matter. 
Speaking of that I remember the time when I got hooked up with the guy I met in a B&D place. He was also a feeder and so we hit it off quite well. Anyway, We went back to his place that night and proceeded to fuck each others brains out. The one thing he loved about me was my big round solid belly. He played with it the whole time we fucked. 
After the first couple rounds of fuck feast he asked me if I liked to be bound and fucked. I had never been but it sounded fun so I agreed to do so. He bound me tightly and hung me by the bindings on my wrists up with these pulleys. My feet were flat on the ground but spread way apart by this other binding thing. A long pole between my legs and throughout it went the chains attached to the ankle cuffs. He had me tilted forward a bit and all stretched out when he began to feed me. He had all kinds of great food and I ate everything he gave me until I felt as though I couldn't hold anything else. He then let me rest, still hanging there, for an hour. He returned with more food and proceeded to order me to eat, telling me that if I didn't swallow it he would force it into me. 
Well, I knew that I could hole a bit more but nothing like what he had in mind. It wasn't long before I was unable to swallow anything else into my tremendously gorged belly. So he brought in this machine on a rolling cart. It had a large glass jar that could hold about 2 gallons sitting next to what looked like a motor of some kind and tubes hooking everything together. The jar was filled with a chocolate colored liquid. He also had a can of whipping cream on the cart. He told me to open my mouth, take a mouth full of whipping cream and swallow it. 
I didn't want to have anything more and refused to open my mouth. He jammed the can into my mouth and filled my mouth to overflowing with the whipping cream. I closed my eyes as I swallowed it down. Before I knew what was happening, he had shoved a tube into my mouth, deep into my throat and continued to push it deep into my belly. Their I was, bound, hanging from the ceiling with a feeding tube in my mouth. He turned on the machine and I could feel the liquid flowing directly into my extremely bloated belly causing it to swell and grow even larger. I could feel the foods in my belly moving deeper into my belly causing the lower portion of it to begin to swell larger that it was already. Slowly the liquid drained from the jar. I could feel my entire insides stretching as the liquid was pumped into me. Before the jar emptied he refilled it with what looked like the half gallon cartons of soft ice cream mix, 3 of them. He stopped the machine after filling it and told me that he thought I should let all of that stuff settle before he finished me off. FINISHED ME OFF?? What in the hell was he going to do, KILL ME?? 
I was as big as a house by now and knew that everything on the inside of me was torn up. I was so big and so full I knew that if he forced anything more into me that I would die for sure. It was so long before he came back that I fell asleep and don't even know how long I slept. When he returned he started the machine up while I was still asleep and I awoke to the feeling of my insides growing and stretching. He emptied the jar of it's contains and shut the machine off.
I had become this extremely rotund, fat, overdue pregnant looking thing. He lowered me from my hanging position, removed all my bindings and allowed me to lay on the carpet for a while. I was so bloated it was hard to sit up again. But I did so and sat their looking at, and rubbing my huge taunt fat belly. Never had I seen anyone so large, even pregnant. My skin was stretched to the limit, and my belly felt so solid, so big and tight that I thought it may burst. Well I really had a stout build now, I am glad I have the legs to carry it. 
Then I thought, How much do I weigh? I rolled to my knees and then slowly stood. After a few balance steps I walked into the bathroom and stepped on the scales. I had picked up 42 pounds and starting out at 158 and 5'11" I now weighed 200. That was considered a porker. 
I thought WOW! What would they think if I went to work at the bakery looking like this. The more I looked at myself in the mirror the more horny I became. I began to think about fucking myself with my big long dildo and thought, Hay, theirs a guy out their that would fuck you I'll bet. As big as I am he would look at me and laugh or something,,,
I forgot about that thought and went into his bed room to masturbate my brains out. I had a little trouble reaching my snatch because my belly had grown so wide and fat, but I finally got their and fucked my self with my fingers until torrents of creamy cumm spewed from my pussy. He never came to fuck me, all he wanted to do was feed me and play with my huge fat belly.
That was not so long ago and I have been able to kind of replicate the process. Being that I like the feeling of my belly expanding to the size of a large beach ball makes me so hot that I try to keep it that way as much as possible. 
On the nights when I need to pack myself so full that I can't take it any more, I eat as much as I can possibly force into myself and the go take a shower. You see I have one of those Shower Massage heads on a flexible hose. I can detach the head from the hanger and sprits myself all over. I climb into the shower and with my belly as big and full as I can possibly make it myself by eating, I take the shower head off of the hose. Then temper the water so it is rather cool and slow the rate of flow. I then swallow the hose. The water pressure forces it's way into my belly and it begins to grow larger. Bigger and bigger I become until I can't stand the pain any longer. I pull the hose out of my throat, reattach the head and make the water normal temperature again. I sit in the tub allowing the hot water to run all over my hugely packed belly and begin to fuck myself with my large dildo. Soon I am so hot and horny I can't stand it. I once again remove the shower head and begin to fuck myself with the hose. Hot water rushes into my pussy causing me to climax immediately. I continue to fuck my aching pussy with the hot rushing water and every now and then I tighten my pussy muscles around the hose. This causes the water to fill my pussy quickly and when I let go the rush of water leaving my pussy makes me have another orgasm. I will usually have 15 to 20 of these types of climaxes before I decide to get out of the shower. 
I love my life and the way I live it. Just be cautious if you also decide to become a feeder like me. You will be in for ridicule and all kinds of things you may not count on. I have learned how to make bread dough and the joys of eating it raw, as well as the joys of eating many other foods. You must try it some time. Just don't over do it like I do. I have finished high school and am in collage now. I have put on some weight. The funny thing is, all the weight is in my middle. My tit's have grown larger for sure. They are about the size of soccer balls and they are still firm. I eat a lot of raw bread dough lately so I have found out how I can add the balance of nutrients to the mix for a well rounded diet. I love it when I swell up like a balloon and then masturbate all night. I am able to consume 20 pounds of raw dough now and it causes my belly to grow so large I feel as though it may burst. It doesn't look like a beer belly but more along the lines of me being very pregnant. Very, very pregnant. My breasts measure 58" now and I am into a GG cup. My bras are all custom made. My hips haven't grown much they are 39" now, and my butt is tight. I weigh in between 185 to 190 and I am as strong as a horse. Just thought you would like to know...

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