My Strange Hunger

By

Portly Robust

At first I thought it was a little weird, but then I began to crave the feelings.

I guess I had better explain.

I’m Pam, 28 and rather attractive, so some say. Not tall at all, standing only five foot three inches. I have long red hair and deep blue eyes. My figure is a healthy one as I am ¾ Irish ¼ English mix. A little too big in the boob department but the guys seem to like them. My hips are small and my legs are fleshy but other than that I think I look OK. I live in a small town just outside of Birmingham when it all started.

When I was in Collage, I wanted to get into a sorority. I had to go through an initiation to belong to the sorority. It involved swallowing live fish. A lot of live fish. The first few I tried to swallow were tough to get down, but before I really knew it I had begun to suck them down so fast it almost made my head swim. (No pun intended.) I finally had to stop when my belly began to hurt. I didn’t know if I had eaten enough of the slippery little fish to be allowed in but I just couldn’t force another one down. I was so stuffed full of fish that my belly was bulging out and I could feel the fish trying to swim around inside of me. I got so turned on, I all but wet my panties right then and there. The girls informed me that I had won my way into their group by swallowing more fish in less time than anyone ever had. Close to a hundred goldfish were swimming around inside of my fat belly and that’s when I realized that I liked it. I didn’t let on to the girls about this revelation, rather just sat there listening to the talk and reveled in the feelings.

All through Collage I practiced swallowing Goldfish. I would eat them until my belly was swollen and hurt. I absolutely loved the feeling of live creatures moving around inside my belly as it digested them. Weird I know, but I loved to lay on my bed and rub my fat belly after a feeding. It was almost a sexual experience I think.

Toward the end of my days in Collage, I had a thought about using different creatures. Mice came to mind. I rushed out to the local pet store and bought a bunch of small feeder mice. I had in the car with me a quart jar and a bunch of cooking oil. I drove to a remote spot, parked the car and half filled the jar with oil. I grabbed one of the mice by the tail, dipped it in the oil, and placed it in my mouth. I began to swallow. It went down rather hard but down it went anyway. I could feel it crawling around inside my belly and became excited immediately. I oiled up another and swallowed it. This one went down a bit easier. I could feel both of the moving all around inside of me and decided to finish my feeding. By the time I had finished all twenty-five mice I was more stuffed than I had ever been. I just couldn’t stop swallowing them. For some reason I had to finish all of them. My belly was so round and hurt so bad I thought I was going to die. Before long the pain was replaced by pleasure and I sat in my car rubbing my fat belly as the mice slowly ceased their movement.

During the days that followed and after graduation I found myself hiding more often and filling my belly with larger fish and bigger mice, sometimes eating them at the same time. I found that this practice was erotic and quite satisfying. Still I thought that I was strange to have this desire. No one I knew of even let on that they also enjoyed eating live things, but still, I did!

Some months had gone by and I began to grow a bit tired of just fish, though some of them were over eight inches long, and the fat mice I could find in the pet stores. I began thinking, what else could I eat. A RAT! That’s it, I’ll try to swallow a rat. Some of the fish I’ve been swallowing are almost as big around. So I set out to get a few white rats. They seemed so tame and calm in the cage as I drove to my special place. I oiled one of them up and placed it head first in my mouth. I sucked hard and deep into my throat it went. The rat must have been scared because as soon as its head was burred in my throat it began to claw it’s way down and into my belly. I didn’t have to swallow hardly at all. I could feel it scurrying around inside my belly looking for a way out. There was none. I oiled up another, and as before it too scurried down my throat and into my belly. Oh the feeling of my throat widening to accommodate the size of the rat as it went down was unbelievable. I ate the remaining eight rats, and by the time the last three were shoving their way in, I felt my belly stretch and grow larger as they made their way in. I hurt so badly, as normal when I would feast, but soon I felt great, very full but great just the same. My belly was sticking out further than it ever had before trying to push my top loose. I could feel all the rats trying to run around inside of me franticly trying to find a way out of their tomb.

This was an ongoing practice and soon I gave up eating anything else all together. I would feast on live creatures daily in one large feeding stuffing as much in to my round growing belly as I could stand, usually later in the evenings when I could have the pleasure of solitude. My diet began to expand including fish, mice, rats, hamsters, gerbils, frogs, and kittens. Kittens have been the hardest to swallow so far. I’ve had to force them down my throat with a toilet plunger handle. I have only been able to stuff six of them down in to my widening belly before I couldn’t take the pain.

It did seem though that I was able to stuff my belly with more and more as the weeks went by. I was getting bigger and it stayed round all the time now, kind of like I had swallowed a partially deflated basketball. I also noticed that I was gaining muscle all over my body. It was slowly replacing the flabby fleshy parts like my arms and legs. They were more solid now and I like my shape much better. My boobs were as big and fat as always but my middle was growing larger week by week.

While I was in one of the pet stores I frequented, the sales boy asked what I was doing with all the animals I was buying. I made up a story about research projects and he passed it off but hated the fact that his little pets were going for that use. That is when I spied two king snakes in a glass cage. They had to be five feet long and better than two inches in diameter. "What a lovely meal!" The sales boy told me that each snake weighed over twelve pounds and will eat two to three mice a month. I had to have them! I bought them and took them home.

After a bit of straightening up, I got some oil and one of the snakes. I spread a little oil over its head and picked it up with both hands. I held its mouth closed and shoved its head deep into my throat. Its head wasn’t very wide and didn’t seem to want to go in any further, so I shoved it in as hard as I could with both hands and it’s head moved all the way down into my belly. Just then it began to move down into my belly on its own, and rather quickly I might add. My belly stretched out quickly as the snake coiled itself into me. It had crawled down into my belly on it’s own and in record time. I was full and my belly showed it. I just had a twinge of pain but none really to speak of.

"I had to do it!" I said to myself. I gathered up the other snake, oiled it up, and jammed it down my throat. This one went in easily and I continued to jam it in with both hands. Before long it too began to slither itself down into my full belly and just as fast as the first. My belly grew so large, so fast, that it passed the pain stage altogether. It grew and grew stretching further than it ever had before. I knew that I was going to split wide open at any moment. Before I really knew it, the second snake was completely inside me. I was so big, and my belly so round, I couldn’t almost believe it.

With the two snakes moving around wildly inside my huge belly I tickled my dripping privates. This was my first sexual self-orgy after a feeding. Twenty-five pounds heavier and this weight all in front made walking very difficult, but I was able to make it to my bed where I lay rubbing my huge belly till morning.

When I awoke, my belly seemed to be the same size as it was after my feeding. It also seemed as heavy as last night. I rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. Standing on the scales admiring my huge rounded belly in the mirror, I got the urge to feast again. "No! Too early. And look at me, where would I put it all." I glanced at the scaled and was shocked at the reading. 152 pounds. I was really gaining the weight. I thought I had better quit the eating for a while. The urge to eat was too great. I had to feast, and soon too. It was like some power came over me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I got into the car and drove to the closest pet store. This was one I hadn’t shopped at in quite a while. I bought two dozen 12" Goldfish and two dozen rats and all the mice they had. On my way out I spied the biggest snake I had ever seen. It had to be 6 or 8" in diameter and over 20 feet long. Python, the kid said. I’ll take it. I said.

At home I quickly went to work on the fish. I dipped them in everything imaginable and swallowed all of them. I felt real full and looked it too. My belly had grown larger than the night before. I cradled it with both arms. Round and packed so tightly this huge ball of flesh in front of me, it ached for more. It had to be bigger. I had to force more into it. I didn’t know why I had these feelings, I just knew that I had to eat. I had to fill it. It had to be so big, so packed full, and so tight that I just could not take anymore.

I began to swallow the mice, one after the other. No lubrication, just get them in my belly as fast as I could. I stuffed one in and swallowed, then the next, and so on until I had finished all 40 of them. My body was in this kind of euphoric want and I could do nothing to stop myself. I gathered up the rats and began oiling them up and swallowing them too. It was rough to get them down but I persisted and ended up finishing all of them off.

Swollen beyond belief I sat back on the couch and rubbed my hugely swollen gut. I was way beyond looking just pregnant. I was mega pregnant. I looked at myself and wondered why I had done it. Why had I caused myself to be this huge bloated woman? I hadn’t an answer to my own question. I just knew that I felt great. The immense pressure inside my body gave me such pleasure I find it hard to describe. I sat on the couch for the longest time playing with my belly and my privates. This was real pleasure. I just wondered if I would be able to go to work the next day. Would my belly be so big? Would anyone notice?

Nighttime came and went and another day broke. When I awoke I felt great. My belly was still this huge ball of tightly packed flesh but I felt great. I decided to call work and take an extended vacation. The time would allow my body to return to a more normal size, or so I thought. The next few hours went by quickly and I had no thoughts of hunger. My belly was still quite big and it felt good to cradle it with my arms. Diner time came and went with out any thought of eating. I slept comfortably all through the night. These events went on for four days and I could see a marketable difference in my bodies’ size. I was getting bigger muscles in my arms and legs. They seemed to grow larger almost over night. My breasts were getting bigger and seemed to be getting more firm as well. My belly was all but gone by the fourth day except for a slight bulge in the lower portion. Life was good and I figured I had better get back to work.

Every night when I came home I would see the large python in the glass cage and wonder, "How in the hell am I ever going to get that thing into my mouth? What was I thinking when I got it?" The evening of the third day back to work brought on some madness in me. I now knew that I had to find a way to eat that big snake. I began putting things into my mouth in an effort to stretch it as far open as possible. With in a week I was able to get an orange in my mouth and swallow it. It took some effort but I managed it just the same. Now it may seem impossible, but by week two I had successfully stuffed a grapefruit in my mouth and was able to swallow it. By week three, I was able to unhinge my jaw and stuff a huge eggplant into my mouth. Swallowing it took a great deal of work but I managed to do so. My throat widened greatly as the eggplant went down, as it did when I swallowed the oranges and the grapefruit. It fell into the pit of my belly with a thud and in doing so I felt the hunger growing. I knew I would have to feast soon, so I ended up swallowing six large eggplants that evening. My belly did get very full and round but it did nothing for my hunger.

The very next evening the hunger was too great and I knew I had to feast. I took some Crisco and rubbed it all over the head of that large snake. Then I went to the process of getting it out of the glass cage. It was very heavy and I struggled with it for around ten minuets. When it was finally out and on the floor I re-coated its head with Crisco. "Now to get it into my mouth!" I thought.

I lifted the snake’s head with both hands and placed it into my mouth. I pushed and twisted it and finally it popped into my mouth. Now I began to swallow. I opened my throat and, thank goodness I was stronger, pushed as hard as I could forcing its head into my throat. I needed more force so I knelt in front of the giant thing and kind’a did a head stand using the floor as something solid to push against. The snake slid deeper into my throat and I could begin to feel its head entering my belly. I did it again and more of the giant snake was forced into my belly. I was about exhausted and was going to give up in favor of something a bit smaller when just then the monster began to work its own way down my throat and into my belly. Every now and then I tried to give it a little help by pushing my head down toward the floor. This quickly caused more of the huge snake’s body to slide into my ever-growing belly. Before long I was unable to assist and had to lie down on the floor on my side to rest.

There was still over 15 feet of the snake to swallow and my belly was totally packed full already. The snake continued its journey, slithering its way into me. Ten minuets later I had about a third of the snake inside me and I felt extremely full. I wondered if I could just bite it off right here and call it a night. I tried and tried to bite it off and all it did was to freak the snake out and cause it to crawl into me quicker. With in the next few minuets the snake had moved over half of itself into my all but bursting belly and I felt as thought I was going to split wide open at any moment.

Every inch it moved into me, I could feel my body stretching to accommodate it. I was unable to reach around my mammoth belly so I held on to as much of it as I could. I became afraid when I noticed that I had no pain what so ever and tried to rite myself.

And so my life continues. Eating the critters until I can no longer stand and digesting them in my huge swollen gut. What a life!

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