Chocolate Cake
By
Portly Robust

When we met I thought she was 19, God knows, she looked it. 5'10" and healthy. I mean she had the largest set of titties I'd ever seen in the flesh. Long, long brown hair, and bright blue eyes. Strong healthy legs, round shapely thighs and those muscularly fat calves. I would have guessed her measurements at 48-G - 30 - 38. And she couldn't have weighed more than 155 pounds. But as I found out later, she turned out to be only 16 years old. 
We had dated for a couple of weeks, going to out dinner and the movies, when one evening I noticed her returning from the desert table with four slices of chocolate cake. I asked her, "Do you think you are going to eat all four of those after the dinner you just put away?" She replied, "Sure. I just can't resist chocolate cake. I could eat a truck load of it." And she proceeded to finish all four of them. She took a bite and savored it, then another, savoring it as the first. It seemed as though she did indeed love the cake, where she put it I was to find out later.
The longer we saw each other the more comfortable she became with me. One evening she showed up at my place with a three layer chocolate cake and had me feed it to her. She ate the whole thing, and in under an hour, savoring each and every bite. She lay back on the couch looking so sexy and taunting me to fuck the hell out of her. So I did. More and more it seemed, she liked to be fed and then fucked. The more I fed her the hotter she got. I tended to like the seemingly powerful role she had me play. Their were times when she would say, "You're going to have to force me to eat it. And make me finish everything."
She seemed to want to have me feed her all the time now, even when we went out to dinner. She would take a bite and moan with delight. Then promptly open her big luscious mouth. I had no problem with this and enjoyed it almost as much as she did. The more food I stuffed in to her, the harder my dick got, and the hotter she became as well. I noticed that the evenings that I force fed her more than it seemed she could hold, her middle became quite full and had this nice rounded shape. It was fortunate that I owned a bakery, this is where we met, because she would eat a whole cake every day or two. Or rather I force fed her a cake every day or two. 
We had been dating now for almost 6 months when she called me from my house and asked if I would come home. She had a surprise for me and it would not last for long. I was intrigued so I left the store with the manager and rushed home to find her sitting in the living room with a mountain of cakes in front of her. I started feeding her, she just kept opening her mouth for more, and I kept filling it with chocolate cake. She didn't want to stop eating. "More! Bigger mouthfuls. Just shove it in..." She said. I fed her and fed her. I could see her middle growing larger as she swallowed everything I shoved into her mouth. "Ice cream, and huge spoons full please..." She downed it so fast I could hardly keep up with her. She continued to swallow everything whole and her belly just expanded, fatter, rounder, bigger. Her large full breasts seemed to expand as well.
She had finished three triple layer fudge frosted cakes and was working on the fourth. Not to mention almost a gallon of ice cream. I thought if she continued to engorge herself like she was doing, she was going to kill herself. Yet she showed no sign of being in any pain at all. In fact, she had a big smile on her face the whole time, and demanded more and more.
It had been well over two hours now and she was still forcing each and every bite that I shoved into her mouth down into her now bloated and still expanding belly. She was just swallowing everything whole as I shoved it into her awaiting mouth. She never stopped, not even to go to the bathroom. She continued to eat, and eat, and eat. Her breasts seemed much larger now even though I knew they couldn't have grown any larger and her entire belly had become hugely filled. It looked like it would explode at any moment. She finally passed out into my arms, this after stuffing 6 cakes and over 2 gallons of ice cream into her now tremendously engorged belly. I held her there for all of five minuets when she came too. "Oh Boy!! I love this,, I am so full. And it feels like I am completely packed from head to toe." I asked, "Why do you do this to yourself? It can't be good for you, and you're going to gain a ton of weight as a result." "You would think so, but I will only pick up about 10 or 12 pounds from this one eating binge. And most of the weight will end up in my breasts and legs, you wait a day or two and see." "Well I kinda like the engorged shape of your belly. It has become extremely large and fat. It must be so packed full and hard. What do you say we go FUCK!!!" "YOU BET !!!!! And I want to be on top!!" She said. We had a great time and she came so hard I was wet from head to toe.
The way she had been eating and the way I force fed her, you can bet that she had picked up a few pounds. It looked great on her tall healthy frame and I didn't mind at all. It just meant that their was even more of her to love. I was curious and asked her if she minded if we took some measurements. She didn't care, so I grabbed my measuring tape and began to measure her. Bust, 50" - Waist, 33" - Hips, 40". And 5'11" tall. Her thighs were thicker and round with muscles and her calf muscles had grown bigger, rounder, and tighter. She had the longest strongest set of legs I'd ever seen. She weighed 165 pounds.
Her birthday came around and we had a party, the two of us. I brought home 10 three layer chocolate cakes and a 3-1/2 gallon tub of French vanilla ice cream. She put 17 candles on one of the cakes. That was when I found out how old she really was. 
"17 candles? Did we run out?" I asked. "No. that's the right amount. Didn't you know I was only 16 when we met?" "No, I had no idea. I thought you were about 19 or 20. You're a big girl and so beautiful I just assumed you were older." "Do you know that I am an emancipated minor?" "No. When did you become emancipated?" When I was 15. I hated my parents and the way they neglected me so I petitioned the court and they did all the background checking and decided I could become an adult. I had a job and was living in my own apartment for 9 months, so I think that had a lot to do with the judge's ruling. Besides, I hated living in the shack in the back woods of Kentucky any way..." Well I think that's great. Lets have the best birthday party you have ever had. I've got enough food and lots of cake for you to eat and I would love to stuff you so full that you feel as though you're going to pop." "Great! I kinda hoped you would feel that way. Lets get started... I can't wait to see how much cake you can force into my big round tummy" 
I lit the candles and she quickly blew the out. "What did you wish for?' "I'm not going to tell. It won't come true if I do." I shrugged and cut the cake into large mouths full. She seated herself on the padded kitchen chair and opened her mouth wide. I shoved the first piece of cake into her mouth and she quickly swallowed it. I packed her mouth full again and again till the first two cakes were devoured. I started on the third and she wanted some ice cream, large spoons full of it. Half a gallon later I stuffed three more cakes into her mouth. She was happy to swallow everything I packed her mouth with. Her midsection was beginning to expand quickly now and I thought she would show a sign of being full soon. I was wrong. She never let on that she was any where near full, yet her belly continued to enlarge as I stuffed food into her. By the time her breasts seemed to begin to swell she had consumed 8 of the 10 cakes and over half of the ice cream. She still wanted more. I wasn't having to force her to eat at all, and I thought that was the whole idea. 
By the time she had finished all the cakes and nearly all the ice cream, I could now see that she was going to have to be forced to ingest anything more. I made her eat the balance of the ice cream and grabbed some bananas form the counter. I pealed them and shoved them whole, deep into her long throat one after the next until I had jammed 8 bananas into her massively engorged belly. She then asked for a rest, and that I stop the feeding. I had other ideas and was going to carry them out now. I placed a gallon jug of milk to her lips and tipped it up. She had but one thing to do and that was drink. One huge swallow after the next, down the milk went causing her belly to expand larger now that I had ever seen it with every swallow. I let up after half a gallon and quickly packed her mouth full of bananas again. Another 8 bananas were stuffed down her bulging throat and into her enormously fat round gut causing it to grow to such proportions as I thought she may begin to cry in pain for me to stop. Not so, as all she did was hold her grand engorged belly with both hands, look at me and smile, as to say, More,,, Please.... 
I obliged her look with the balance of the milk and then more bananas, 10 of them. She now was not speaking at all and had a look of fright on her face. I thought now was the time for the topper. I went to the refrigerator and brought back a can of aerosol type whipping cream. She began to shake her head NO as I shook the can up. Real fear now shown in her eyes as I grabbed her chin tilting it back so her mouth was straight up and placed the nozzle of the whipping cream can into it. I held her mouth closed tightly and pulled the trigger. Whipping cream quickly filled her mouth and caused her throat to open allowing the can to expel it's continence directly into her over packed belly. She jerked as this happened and settled back holding her beach ball sized belly as it grew larger. Before long the can was empty and I released my grip on her. "OH GOD! OOH GOD! I think I may burst. Man I am so full and so big I feel the pressure all the way to my toes. Help me, I don't think I can move. It hurts to move." "Just sit their and the pain will go away in a few moments." I said to her smiling.
She had never been so filled before and her belly had certainly never been so big. It had grown to the size of an over inflated giant beach ball and was so firm to the touch I knew she was in pain. Ten minuets later she was smiling again and I asked her how she felt. "I am feeling so huge, and full, and fat. Christ, look how big my belly is, and how solid it feels. It's mammoth. I have never had it stuffed this full before, and do I ever like it. Even with the pain I had earlier, I like it. I want to see how much I weigh and then let's have SEX. I'm on top because I think that's the only way I could do it." I hefted her out of the chair and walked her to the scales. She stepped up on and the dial spun around to 197 pounds. "Wow!! over 30 pounds heavier and it's all in my belly. You wait a day or two, it will all go into my arms and legs and some into my titts. I will be almost an Amazon." "I like you the way you are. No Amazons for me. There is a whole mentality to go along with the size honey and I want to dominate you. Not the other way around... Now let me at that fat belly of yours."
We had wonderful sex that night, and many nights after as the swelling of her belly slowly went down to a now normal round 38". Her bust line and the size of her arm and leg muscles grew along with her height. The feedings continued for the next about 7 years. She and I are happy with her 6' 5" 235 pound frame. Measurements now are 88" GGG - 56" - 42" ... Solid muscle except for her grand belly and her casaba sized titts. Still likes to be dominated and force fed. And I like it that way.....

Portly's Index

Copyright © 1997 - 2003 Portly Robust. All rights reserved.