Glenda

By

Portly Robust

My name is Glenda. I stand 5'10" tall. My legs are rather short and I have a very long middle. Now when I say that my legs are short, I mean that they should be on a gal about 5' tall. They are strong and shapely from the Ballet I took for many, many years. When I say my middle is long, I mean it is almost two feet between my snatch and my big tities. Yep, Big. I have Huge tit's. I have had three enhancements now and the last time I had them enhanced I told the Dr. I wanted them so big that I could not see the floor over them. Well if you know anything about the Boob business, then you will understand when I say that he put a 3.5 liter implant into each breast. They weigh almost 4 Kilo's each. That is, in English, almost a gallon per implant in size and a little over 8.5 pounds each. Massive, hard mounds of flesh and I love every second of it. Back to my middle for a second. I said it was long well I'm telling you long. It should be on a gal that is over 6' tall. There is only one good thing about it, that is that I can eat like a horse. Yea my belly gets real big and fat looking, but I can really pack it away and that is probably why I am one who likes to be fed today. By fed I mean forced to ingest so much food that I am physically unable to hold anything more. Then, when my belly is so bloated and stuffed with food to the point at which it should burst, I have to be insanely fucked. 

At first I had no idea how good it felt to have my belly so absolutely stuffed full of food that I looked and felt pregnant. Before I had the second breast implant surgery, that would bring them to a ripe 48-G, I measured a mere 38-D and was able to walk around anywhere with out literally every one looking at my chest. And though I was single, I still had to go to the market and shop for meal time foods.

While wondering through the market one afternoon I had thrown 2 or 3 bunches of bananas into my cart. Walking through the isles, I began to munch on them. I had just taken a big bite off of one of the bananas when someone tapped my on the shoulder. This startled me and I swallowed the banana piece whole. I turned around and saw an old friend, smiled and then felt the banana piece hit my belly. Splash, or thump is more like it. All I could do was focus on that feeling. I didn't hear a word the guy was saying. Soon the thought of it began to make me wet. I talked with this old friend for a while still munching on the bananas. Every now and then I would try swallowing a piece whole, as had happened before. I could feel it sliding down my throat and into my belly. The more I ate, the wetter I got. I was just kinda on auto-pilot talking to my friend. Before I knew what I had done, I had finished over two bunches of bananas. My friend sure noticed because he watched me stuff myself with them as we talked. Little did I know that he secretly was a feeder and now thought I was a feedee. 

I was a little embarrass when I realized what I had done and tried to apologize to him about the way I had behaved. He would hear of none of it and pealed another banana, right there in the store, and slowly, sensually slid it into my mouth. He slid it in so far I had to swallow to keep it from going into my windpipe. I took the whole thing. I felt it slide slowly into my belly. I didn't see him pealing another but as soon as I had somewhat recovered from the first long fat banana, he slid another one deep into my mouth. Like the first, I swallowed it. He was ready with another, so I simply closed my eyes and tilted my head back allowing him to drop banana after banana into my mouth. I swallowing each and every one of them into my expanding belly. Before long, I realized what I had done, and where we were doing it. I was stuffed, and my belly had grown quite large. It was solid and tight and it felt like it would burst if I ate any more. 

Loading up the cart with bananas and other great foods, we left together and drove to my house. There he said he didn't know that I liked to be fed. I told him that it happened quite by accident and rather recently but that it did make me hot. He began to strip my cloths off and when he slipped my top over my head, he abruptly stopped to admire my huge tit's and now rather bloated belly. Moving behind me he placed his arms around me and began to rub my fat swollen tummy with his hands. Slowly rubbing my massive mid section made me so wet, I felt it dripping down my legs. Never touching my tit's he made me cumm, just by rubbing my fully stuffed belly. He turned me around and told me to prepare for the best evening I had ever had. 

He guided me to the living room, sat me in my over stuffed arm chair, and disappeared into the bathroom. I began to rub my ample tummy with my eyes closed trying to achieve the same feelings as just moments ago. Quickly and unexpectedly, he tied my hands to the chair. Protesting a bit verbally, and really wanting him to fuck my brains out while bound, he continued to bind me by tying my feet to the chair. Totally unable to move now, and conformably seated in my soft easy chair, he ran off to the kitchen. In no time he had returned from the kitchen and had a tray full of food and a bottle of 7-UP. I was still pretty full from the market and hoped all the food was for him. I was soon to find out, I was all wrong.

He told me to tilt my head back and drink in a little soda. I did, and he slowly pored the 7-UP into my mouth. I swallowed and felt it bubbling up as it went down into my belly. This was a funny feeling and I asked him for more. But this time he pored quite a bit more into my mouth and I, with three huge swallows, felt my belly expanding as the 7-UP bubbled. Rubbing my belly, he stuffed a huge pork sausage into my mouth. He forced it down deep into my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it. Right behind it he stuffed another one down my wanton throat. I felt my throat grow and stretch to accommodate them as they slid down and into my belly. Then a nice soft banana was gently placed into my mouth and as a reflex I swallowed it. I was so hot and becoming so wet by these actions I said something I did not even realize saying. 

"Don't stop now! Make me cumm!" 

He took it to mean that he should continue to feed me and pick up the pace a little until I came. He pored more 7-UP down my eager throat and then quickly stuffed it full of sausage. He shoved five of them down my throat and into my waiting belly before he let me breath. I took a couple of breaths and tried to tell him to stop, but before I was able to utter a word he began to shove banana after banana down into my bloating belly. I could feel it stretching and growing larger as he forced food down into it. He kept it up for about a half an hour before he had to return to the kitchen for more food. I was unable to say anything now, I don't really understand why but, I wanted him to quit. 

By this time I was stuffed beyond anything you could imagine and my insides hurt badly. I sat tied to the chair and looked at my huge bloated middle wondering if I would be able to live through it all. I felt as though I was about to burst, hurling food all over the place. Before too long he returned with another enormous platter of bananas and sausages. I tried to tell him that I would never be able to hold it all, in sign language. I felt as though I was going to pop any moment. He laughed and said. 

"The pain will pass and you have but only begun to eat. You are a feedee, I can tell and feedees can hold an tremendous amount of food. You know that. Why you your self have overfed your self and you know how big you can get. Besides, the foods by now are all working them selves deep into your digestive tract and packing in well deep in your body. You wait, I will be able to feed you like you want." 

I then told him something that he flat did not believe. 

"I have never done anything like this before, and I am not a feedee. I am so full now, Please don't do this!" 

He smiled and told me that, that is what they all say at this point and that he knew that I wanted him to finish the job he'd started. And with that, he again began to force food down my open throat and into my growing belly. The pork sausage was fat and long and he stuffed three or four into me before I was allowed to breath. Banana after banana and two entire cans of whipping cream were stuffed down my throat. My whole body was becoming warm and tingly as he shoved the last five sausages into my huge aching belly. And to top everything off was the last of the whip cream. 

A stuffed pig comes to mind when I try to describe the way I looked. My entire belly, from my snatch to my tit's was stretched out so round and fat that I could hardly see my healthy thighs. My knees I could see, and my huge tit's rested atop this monstrously filled middle of mine. 

A quick thought though, no pain, none at all, just a feeling of pure contentment. He had untied my hands and legs allowing me to hold my enormous middle. Like a fat pregnant woman over due with triplets all weighing in at 9 pounds 14 ounces I sat in the soft easy chair holding my self and trying to reach my clit so I could complete my umpteenth climax.

Now after my last boob job, my tits are so big that when he feeds me they spread out to the side of my huge fat belly. I'm telling you, the feeling are pure heaven!
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