40EE and Full

By

Portly Robust

When I was only 14 years old, I thought I could get rid of a headache by eating half a dozen Alkaselser tablets. That was not the case. After I swallowed them I drank a glass of water and the gas started to form in my stomach. My belly and the pain grew at an alarming rate. My mother took me to the hospital where they had me swallow a tube so they could relieve the pressure. I was fine after about a minute with the tube expelling the gas made by the Alkaselser. I could not admit it at the time but I kind of liked the feeling of the tube in my throat. I was able to breathe and the sensations and feelings made me wet and kind of horny. I also loved the feeling of having my belly so filled up I could feel it stretching out. OK, call me strange. But I'll bet their are more of you out their than want to admit that they like the feeling of having their bellies stuffed so full, past the point where the pain goes away.

I am 20 now and have continually tried to attain that feeling again, but with out the gas and pain that comes along with it. I have tried drinking things like soda, or water, or milk, till I could not hold any more. That did not give me the same feeling. I tried eating and eating till I could eat no more and even tried forcing liquids down after that. Nothing could give me the same feeling I so longed for. I would even go so far as to gorge myself on a date with a guy and then have sex with him on top of me. His weight on my overly full stomach felt good but just not quite the feeling I felt I had to have.

My eating habits have made me quite a big girl actually. I am 6 foot 2 and 1/2 inches tall, weigh in at 185 pounds, measurements of 40EE - 32 - 38, long blond hair, brown eyes, solid arms and legs from the running to try and burn off the calories. I think I am quite pretty as well, with a body like a belly dancer. A full round tummy, full hips and legs that can carry it all, and well my breasts are my best asset. Huge and firm but I can really shake them around. My boyfriend loves it and he is very stable so I thought, one day, I would tell him about my deepest desires. That is if he would tell me his first.

We talked for a long while. Neither of us revealing to the other really what we needed to until he became very quite and told me in a very low voice, "I want to make love to you when you are pregnant. And I mean really pregnant. With your belly stuck out to here." He motioned with his hands how big he expected me to get in the later months of pregnancy. This was good for me as that is the way I have been trying to feel but with out getting pregnant. I told him of my desires and he then smiled and asked if I would like to go to the buffet and pig out then come home for a wild romp in the hay. I was quite agreeable to his suggestion and made preparations for our return.

He had a normal meal but I ate and ate and ate. More that I have ever eaten in my life. I just kept saying to myself, “Stuff it down. You have more room their, just stuff it down." Byte after byte, mouth full after mouth full I kept forcing the food into my belly. I must have eaten enough for 5 full-grown adults. I had to stop for a while and let it all settle. I could feel the food sitting in my throat. It just wouldn’t go down any further. It kind of felt like that tube the hospital used on me some years ago. I told Bud about the experience and he said he had an idea that we would try when we got home. I was up for anything as I thought I almost felt the feeling I had when I was 14. After a little bit I continued to eat. The food was moving down into my body now, from the force of me stuffing it into my belly, and I was able to stuff my self even further. I must have looked like a bulimic eating the way I did, never the less I continued to gorge myself. By the time we left the buffet the management had charged us for 4 more people’s dinners. They said that I had eaten the most anyone has ever eaten in the history of the restaurant. They said that I must have eaten enough food for 8 big men who had seconds. I know I had out done myself as my belly was sticking out as though I was about 6 months pregnant.

Bud stopped by his place and grabbed all kinds of things. When we got to my place I could feel a lot more of the food sliding down deeper into my body leaving room at the top for what I thought could be a topper to dinner. Bud fashioned a huge funnel tied to a tube with a valve on it. He told me because I was so good at swallowing his cock, that this little tube would be easy. I remembered the feeling at the hospital. YES, Oh Yes. Bud coated the tube with chocolate syrup and handed it to me. I licked the tip of the ¾” in diameter tube and then quickly, like his cock, sucked it deep into my throat. Oh, the feeling as I slid it further down into my packed belly. Bud put a quart of milk in the funnel and slowly opened the valve. The milk flowed into the tube replacing the air as it bubbled back into the funnel. I sat on a kitchen chair holding the funnel as Bud puréed bananas in the blender. As they became fluid he pored them into the funnel and they sank to the bottom slowly flowing down into the tube. The tube by the way was larger than the one at the hospital but I could still breathe OK. Bud went through 4 bunches of bananas and moved on to other foods.

Everything under the sun was in this huge funnel and it had become quite heavy. The thing was about twice the size of a one-gallon milk carton. Bud put a top on it with a smaller tube coming from that which he had a quart size can of whipping cream stuck in to. He shook the whipping cream and asked if I were ready for the flow. He also told me that I could regulate the flow with the valve. I grabbed the valve and Bud tipped the can upside down and pulled the trigger on the whipping cream. The incoming and expanding whipping cream created pressure in the covered funnel and started to force the food into my belly. As the pressure increased the flow of food into my already over packed belly causing it to stretch. Bigger and bigger around my belly grew. Bud did not stop the whipping cream and as my belly was filling, the more I did not want him to stop. I arched my back causing my belly to poke way out and I could feel the skin stretch. Oh Yes, this is the feeling. More, more, pack it in. I can do it. Bigger, stretch out more. When I opened my eyes and looked at my self I was amazed at how large I had become and there was no pain. I had never been this packed full of food in my life. I wanted to stop the flow and enjoy the feeling for a while as the food settled into my body, but I must have turned the valve the wrong way because the funnel emptied quicker than I can explain it. All that was in it had been forced into my bloated belly all at once, and it was heaven. I ordered Bud "To fill the damn thing up with what ever he could find. And do it NOW!!!

He emptied 2 gallon jugs of milk into the cream filled funnel and put the top on it. He started the whipped cream flowing again into my rapidly expanding belly. It felt like heaven while the milk and cream were flowing into my belly. Filling it and stretching my skin so tightly, past a point that anyone else's would have burst long ago. But because of the way I would overfill it, and I mean absolutely stuff myself full, growing up it must be able to become huge. And it was. All of the milk was gone now and just the whipping cream now flowed into my enormous belly. I could feel the foods working their way deep into my intestines and as it did I could feel them starting to expand as well. Still I wanted more. I waived to Bud and then told him to get more. He found a 5-pound bag of rice in the cupboard and pored it into the funnel along with 2 boxes of Captain Crunch cereal. There was no more milk so he dumped in about a quart of water. The whipping cream can had sense run out of pressure so he found a Bicycle tire pump in the garage and hooked it to the top tube. He pumped and pumped, the pressure rose enough to start the foods flowing. All that moist rice and cereal slowly forced its way into my belly. My lower abdomen was stretching out as the foods pushed down into my bloated intestines. Finally all the food was in my belly, and still I wanted more. I wanted to get as fat as I could and still walk. Bud filled the funnel with water and pumped it into me. I was becoming the biggest woman I had ever seen. I figure I had forced about 60 pounds of foods into my belly and I loved it. My belly was stuck out half way to my knees as I sat on the kitchen chair, and still I was not satisfied. I wanted to feel more full which meant my belly would get bigger.

Bud was afraid I was going to rupture and refused to put anything into the funnel. That made me mad so I stood up and grabbed the funnel from him. Bud was frightened as I stood there. 6'2" tall with this huge belly poking out at him. I must admit, It did seem a little hard to stay upright. I had to arch my back to counter balance the added weight of all that food I had stuffed into myself. I ripped the funnel from the tube and tossed it onto the table. I walked over to the kitchen sink with my chair, jammed the tube onto the faucet, turned the cold water on and sat down in the chair. I had learned how to control the flow with the valve by now and let the water flow just a trickle. I could feel the pressure build inside me. I wanted to feel the expansion of my body so badly. My skin stretching and growing larger just made my pussy wet and ache for Bud's big hard prick. I turned the valve full open and could feel the inrush of cool water. My belly was blowing up like a huge beach ball. As I rubbed it with both hands I could feel it grow bigger and fatter around. I made up my mind then and there that I would not stop the flow of water until I could not bear the pain or I burst, which ever came first. Irrational thinking I know but I was in ecstasy over the feeling. By this time I had gotten on the floor on my back so I could feel the weight on myself. Still the water poured into my body.

I have eaten so much, or drank so much, in the past as to make my belly look like I were pregnant. But I had never been this big before. The pain was building and I could feel my lower belly stretching now as quickly as the upper part. I Had to stop the water. I tried to stand from the floor but was unable to do so. I made another attempt to stand however I was just too big. And the water was still pumping into me. My belly was so large now all I could really do was lay there on my side and watch it expand out in front of me. Bigger and wider I became. I tried to reach the valve but by now I was too big and could not reach it. The water continued to fill my body, faster now it seems than before. I looked up at the sink and there was Bud with his hand on the faucet. He had cranked it to full open and the pressure was building so fast I thought I would burst. Just then I felt something let loose inside me. I thought I was a goner, instead I felt a new sensation and I liked it. Some how as my belly was becoming larger during my youth something became connected to something else and the result was that my breasts were now getting bigger. I had always wondered how they had become so big.

Bud was smiling as he watched me blow up on the floor. By the time I got the idea to pull the tube out of my throat my whole body was now swelling. I tugged and yanked on the tube but it was wedged tight. I decided to roll over on the tube and tri to cut off the flow that way. No use the pressure was too great and the water continued to pack my belly. I finally decided to jerk the tube out of Bud's hands and by doing so I was able to yank it off the faucet. When the pressure from the faucet stopped I was able to pull the tube from my throat. Man was I bloated. Talk about water retention. My breasts were 4 times the size the were, and I had huge ones to start with. I also seemed as though my thighs were fatter too. I got to my hands and knees. Funny thing was that my belly was so big that I was still supported by it and not my limbs. I spread my legs and rolled to a semi upright position and held my bloated belly with both hands hoping that I hadn’t ruptured something. All I could think of then was getting fucked. That's all I wanted.

Well it seemed that that's all Bud wanted too.

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