Shock
By
Portly Robust

I'll admit I'm a little strange, but I like to call it KINKY. You see, for the longest time I have been able to swallow things whole. All kinds of things like, cold hotdogs, pickles, bananas, and,,, well you get the picture. I'm a rather tall gal, 5'10", with short shapely legs and a long body. I weigh around 150 pounds, and I think I've got a pretty good figure, 34-e 28 36, however, my belly is so long round and full that I sometimes wonder.

I met my current boyfriend in a rundown old country bar. He's a cowboy for sure. Pete and I palled around for some time before I let him know I could do my famous little trick. When he saw me do it for the first time, he had me do it over and over again. I was using cold hotdogs and ended up eating two packages of them. I was pretty full, but it didn't matter to me, or Pete for that matter that my tummy was sticking out. I was kinda fleshy to begin with and a little more wouldn't be noticed. 

We were dating now for almost a year and Friday nights we would see just how much my tummy could actually hold. Swallowing everything whole, of course. One night we stuffed almost three bunched of bananas down. Another night I finished two jars of pickles. Another night I was actually able to pack in, I must say, my extremely swollen belly six packages of hotdogs, cooked hotdogs. I was never so swollen in my life, but I must admit I kinda liked the feeling. 

On this one evening, Pete had a strange request. He wondered if I had ever tried to swallow live fish. I told him NO, and that I had no intention of doing so. He told me that he had gotten some feeder gold fish and that I was GOING to eat them, whether I wanted to or not. I gave it some thought, and decided that it would be like having a fish dinner except that it would be a love fish dinner. I agreed, and Pete went to get the fish. 

There must have been a hundred of them swimming around in the bowl. I laughed and said, "Let's get started." He had me drink a quart of water, something for the fish to swim around in I guessed. He held one over my head and I tipped my head back and opened my mouth. In it went and down it swam. I felt it slithering and trying to swim all the way down. I told hem to put a bunch of them into a glass of water so that it was so crowded that they could hardly swim around. I picked up the glass stuffed full of fish and inhaled them into my belly. They went down quickly and I ordered up another glass, and another, until their were only a few left. I finished them and sat back holding my bulging tummy. I could feel all the fish swimming around inside of me. It was a funny feeling, and it made me want to get even more in there. Weird, isn't it. 

All of a sudden from behind, Pete tilted my head back, which caused my mouth to open and he stuffed this long fat slithering thing into my throat. I swallowed, out of reflex, and swallowed and swallowed, until the fat squishy thing was down. Coughing a little I screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" He told me it was a two pound 18" EEL, and that it was quite harmless. I felt it swimming around all over inside of my belly. It was kinda erotic, and I timidly asked him if he had another. I wanted to savor the feelings of it sliding down my throat as I swallowed it live. He replied, "Yep!" and brought it back. I held it head down over my mouth and slid it in and down slowly, It was a fat fucker but I was able to get it into my throat. I pushed it deeper and swallowed a couple of times and it two slithered down into my belly. 

That was the topper. I was so full I could hardly move, and my tummy had never been so big. I sat back in the chair just rubbing my swollen gut and lounging in the feelings coming from within me.

Well as you can see I am quite a winner, true story by the way. I am still with my boyfriend Pete, and it was another Friday night. I didn't feel much like eating, but managed to swallow down a bunch of bananas and a package of cooked hotdogs. What I wanted, was to get drunk. I hadn't been drunk in a long long time and I thought I owed it to myself. We started drinking. We drank tequila all night and I ended up passing out. 

I awoke about 3 or four hours later. I had to pee like a race horse, my gut still felt so stuffed I could hardly stand it and besides, my boyfriends dick was still stuffed up my twat so far I thought I could taste it. I awakened a little more, still drunk but more awake, and noticed that Pete was not on top of me at all. It looked like he was on the couch if I could see well enough in the dark. That's when I wondered what had he stuff up my pussy and leave there, one of my big dildos? I reached down and grabbed it. It was huge. I grabbed it with both hands. It was slippery and moving. "WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?" I screamed. 

Pete jumped up and turned the light on. I was horrified at what I saw. His pet Python was in me so far that we couldn't pull it out. The harder we pulled the further it climbed up inside of me. It was stretching me so badly from the inside out I could now feel the pain. And yet it continued to crawl inside causing my fat bloated belly to increase in size with every movement. I cried out in pain, with some of the alcohol wearing off, Pete went and got me some of the pain killers he had from an operation on his knee. They were powerful and before long I felt no pain. My belly just kept getting bigger and bigger as I lay there with this 125 pound snake crawling up into me. 

Pete's phone was out and he decided to go for help. I told him I didn't want anyone to see me like this, but as I spoke he slammed the door running out in a panic. By the time the paramedics arrived, I simply looked like a woman who was ready to give birth to ten kids, and right that very moment too. I was helped to my feet and I was able to feel the whole of the snakes weight inside of my body pressing everything outward. I just can't describe how big I was, I can just say that if I had not practiced stuffing myself the way I had for so many years I would surly be dead right now. 

They extracted the snake after drugging it and Pete went home. I stayed in the hospital for a day or two. The one thing I remember about the whole deal is after they got the damn snake out of me I had this feeling of great loss that lasted for days, or at least until Pete and I stuffed my belly full of hotdogs that Friday hence. 

The snake thing helped me a little with my stuffing though, I am able to put more food into my belly that I ever had before, and I am even able to do it with out any pain. When I am finished eating, my whole belly is so large and so full that I look like I am pregnant with triplets. Yea, the amount of food is a little excessive and I have gained some weight, up to 185 pounds. But so what, Pete has proposed and the date is set. I think we will be happy ever after. Oh Yea, one more thing. I flat will not allow him to keep another snake for as long as I live.

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