FISH
By
Portly Robust
My name is Annabelle, and I have to tell you about the time at Collage when we all had this Fish eating contest. You know the little Gold fish you can buy at any aquarium shop. Well, all the girls got together in my dorm room and Jane had just got back from buying the fish. She must have had a couple a hundred of them in that huge tub. It was supposed to be a way to enter the Fraternity, which I wanted into badly, so I knew that I would have to go along with the show.
Betty said that we had to swallow the fish Live and Whole and that the five girls who could eat the most would be let into the Fraternity. Swallow them whole, and live to boot??? I almost gagged right then and there. We were all given a cup of cooking oil and two half-gallon jugs of highly oxygenated water.
There were ten girls participating in the contest and I was by far the biggest, standing 5' 10" and weighing 160 pounds. OK, 173 pounds, but I wasn't fat, my arms and legs may have been larger than the other girls, but they were stronger too. My hips were a little bigger than I would have liked but over all I'm just a healthy girl.
The contest began and in but only a couple of gulps, three of the girls dropped out. They didn't use the oil to coat the fish so they could slide down their throats easier. I figured this out as soon as the cup of oil was placed in front of me. Swallowing the first one took some doing. To find the right place to put the fish and how to open my throat and just let it slide back until I felt as though I should swallow. But once I got the hang of it, it was easy and I had eaten eight of them. I was not in the lead by any means. Gale, a gal that had to be only 5' tall and maybe 100 pounds was the leader. She was swallowing her 15th fish. And Rose had finished 10 or 12 of them. I almost let that bother me as I swallowed another, feeling it slither down my throat and into my belly with the rest. I figured I would just pace my self and I would come out the victor in the end.
Each contestant had a coach that counted the fish consumed and they would call for more fish when needed. My coach kept trying to egg me on by telling me how far behind I was. I paid her no mind and continued to swallow fish after fish into my round little belly. After eating, oh, two dozen or so, I felt like I needed to drink some of the water. I grabbed one of the containers and chugged down about half of it. Then back to devouring the little fish. They were quite easy to swallow really and I began to think of other thing as I ate them.
By now, four other girls had either dropped out or stopped eating all together and it was just me, Rose and that Damned Gale. Rose was about to stop as slow as she was eating, but that Damned Gale was still stuffing them into her mouth. Until, all at once she started to heave. And she barfed out all but about 10 or 15 of them. I on the other hand was still eating because one of the rules was that the contestants could not know how many fish the other girls ate until the end. This was so they could make it an eating contest instead of a competition between one or two of the girls. Little did they know that I was bound and determined to be the Frosh-Leader and therefore couldn't be out done. Still I continued to swallow the wiggly little fish.
Rose finally dropped out and it was just me left trying to eat as many as I could possibly hold in order to gain the title "FROSH-LEADER". I could acutely feel the little beggars swimming around in my belly and to tell you the truth, I was a little more than turned on by it. I was also beginning to feel a little full and wanted to finish as many as I could so I began to swallow two and three at a time, drinking no more water so I could hold more fish. I ate and swallowed and ate and ate until all at once, my belly told me I should stop. I paused for a moment and asked how many fish were left and Betty told me 50 or 60. I knew I would never be able to eat all of them but I had to try if for nothing more than to show up that Damned Gail.
My belly was full and more than sticking out under my shirt which was filled out rather nicely with my ample breasts to begin with. Now was the time for me to show all of them just how much a farm girl can really eat. I shouted for Betty to bring all the remaining fish to me and I began devouring them in an eating frenzy. Trying to remember that I was not allowed to chew but only swallow. I ate and ate and swallowed until the pain started. I had to pause a moment. Betty asked if I had finished and I quickly snapped at her NO! Now having to put aside the pain I all but inhaled the remaining fish and quickly drank the balance of water in the jug.
My belly felt as though it would burst as any moment, and looked it. Gail laughed and pointed calling me a fat pig. I sat there holding my badly bloated belly and smiled at her through the pain. Only rubbing my fat belly made me feel good and the pain gave way to ecstasy as I had an orgasm. Most of the girls were now by my side rubbing my huge belly giving me congratulations. I had won the contest but to look at my belly, you might think I had lost it.
Betty tallied the totals and found me to be the winner by swallowing 143 live Gold Fish whole. I stood to receive the honor and that is when it really hit me. The weight of the fish and the water in my overstuffed belly was immense and I could feel everything stretch as I stood. I held my huge belly for a short while and then began to walk around my dorm room. It seemed that with every step I took my belly stretched a little bigger. Gail said I was enormous and that I looked like I was pregnant. Well I felt pregnant but content with all the feelings except the one of having to burp and not being able to. Stuffed to the gills, no pun intended, and able to feel the little fish swimming around inside of me gave thrill after thrill, though I didn't tell any one. No one except Pete who is now my husband.
Pete took one look at me about two hours after the contest and smiled. I could see a bulge developing in the crotch of his pants. He was turned on by the way my belly looked and even more so after he touched it. We took off in his car and at a secluded spot made love. His hands were all over my fat bloated belly and it was with out a doubt the best time either one of had had till now.
Many years later, still with Pete, and working in a bakeshop I have yet to tell any one the story of the contest. Pete, on the other hand, has on many occasions tied me up to a chair in the kitchen and force-fed me. Well it's not really force feeding until I begin to hurt. I let him stuff anything into my mouth he wants and I enjoy it. When I get to the point that I begin to hurt, Pete then has to really go to work and force me to swallow the foods he shoves into my mouth.
My belly becomes huge and tight, it has never really recovered from the fish-eating contest, and eventually he is able to get me to pack more that the time before into it. Each time Pete force-feeds me I have multiple orgasms and each time my belly grows larger. Yes I have gained some weight but starting at 185 pounds and being 5'11-1/2" tall now has its advantages. My breasts have gotten larger, measuring 38-EE and are still as solid as silicon filled orbs. They are all natural and all mine. My belly gets so full and round now that I really look as though I am going to drop 5 kids at any moment. The last time we measured it, it was 68" around. My arms and legs are just as strong and sexy as before. Pete and I are happy and I think I get off more that he does by him force feeding me. All I know fore sure is that we have great sex afterwards and we are both in love with my shape.
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