US Customs
By
Portly Robust

I have just got to tell someone about this, so I am writing this down really hoping no one will find it. My name is Gail, and I am now 22 years old. All this took place two years ago. 

I was watching 60 Minutes some time back about a story of the drug runners from Columbia and how they got the drugs into the United States. They showed the drug couriers swallowing small cocaine filled balloons, lots of them, and then they would just fly across or drive across the border into the United States. I could not believe how much cocaine they would swallow. Some of them would take across over a Kilo. That's some 2.2 pounds of the drug. How did they pack it all into their bellies I didn't have any idea. The report also said that the courier made around a $100,000.00 dollars for the trip. That got me to thinking. I sure could use that kind of money, and if I went there on a vacation, no one would be the wiser.

I have a friend who has to work on Sundays and always tapes the 60 Minutes program. I had her make me a copy and watched it over and over. I paid close attention to the size of the balloons the couriers swallowed and how they packed them full of the drug. They were about the same size as a Vienna Sausage. I also watched very closely how they swallowed them. Lightly coated in oil and placed clear to the back of the throat, then the courier would close their mouth and swallow. Down it went. They would continue to swallow them until Over 2 pounds of it was stuffed into their belly. I'll bet I can do that, for $100,000.00 dollars. I sure could try. 

I went to the grocery market and bought 2 cases of Vienna Sausages, then went home to practice swallowing them. I opened one of the little cans and pulled out one of the greasy little sausages. I was nervous as I opened my mouth and began to place the little thing as far back into my throat as I could. It was deep inside my mouth when I began to gag. I lost my grip on the damned thing and it slid down my throat and lodged there. I swallowed like crazy and in no time it had slid down into my belly. The fear was intense, and I surly thought I was going to inhale it. But I hadn't. Shortly after I calmed down I gave it another try. "Relax!" I said to myself as I placed another sausage into my mouth. This time I got the thing all the way back and left it sit there as I quickly closed my mouth and swallowed. Down it went in a flash. It didn't even stop half way down as the first had. Bang, right into my belly it slid.

I thought this was pretty cool. And I was beginning to feel a warming in my privates, kinda like when my boyfriend licks me down there. I thought this to be just a coincidence and dismissed the thought quickly. I continued to swallow the whole can of sausages, one by one, without any trouble and without any fear of inhaling one of them. Just after I had swallowed the last one down I knew that my thought previously was right on. I was horny, and so wet that I considered going in to the bedroom and getting off. I sat on the edge of the kitchen chair and rubbed my rounded little belly, , , and my hot wetness beneath it.

I should tell you now that the sausages didn't make my belly round at all, that's all me to start with. I am a Red Headed Irish gal that is a little on the heavy side. Not a blob you understand, just fleshy and curvy. Some people would call me "Healthy". I have been this way as long as I can remember, and I like it. I stand 5'4" tall and weigh 135 pounds. Yea, kinda heavy for my height but I got the curves. 34EE - 30 - 34. I've got a tight little bubble butt, shapely thighs that are a little thick, and these nice plumply muscular calves. See now why I said, "round belly". That's because it sticks out a little just under my tits and rounds out and down to my twat. Some would call it "Full", but it is soft as silk with an in-y belly button. When I wear a knit top and tight shorts, boy do I look hot. My big tits, full belly and round legs are a site to see. At least I think so, and to hell with what anyone else thinks.

Anyway, I just sat there for a while wondering why I was feeling so hot and bothered when it occurred to me that I was doing something that kinda resembled a blow job, but a deep throat blow job. Well, I liked the way it was making me feel so I opened up another can of sausages. I placed each and every one of them into my mouth and throat with my eyes closed, envisioning a cock sliding into my throat and down into my belly. Sausage after sausage I swallowed my imaginary little pricks deeper and deeper until that can was gone also. I had become so wet and so turned on by my actions that I didn't want to stop until I had made myself climax. I opened 3 or 4 more cans and continued the process of stuffing my belly full of these little cocks. 

I gave no attention to the cat that wanted some of the moist little sausages. I gave no attention to the phone that was ringing. I just swallowed these little things as fast as I was able to in hopes that I would cumm any moment. I had eaten all but a few of the Vienna sausages when I came. And I came hard too! I played with my self with my left hand as I fed my self the remaining little peckers with my right. Soon the feelings calmed and I then realized what I had done, because the pleasurable feelings were slowly being replaced by feelings of pain. Ever so slight, mind you, but pain never-the-less. 

I looked down at my swollen belly and the pain hit harder. I had stuffed my self so full of those things that they had mad my fat little belly bloat out. I was full. How in the Hell did I do it? I pondered that thought for the longest time, or at least until the pain went away. It also dawned on me that I had to do this in order to be able to carry all the drugs that would be stuffed inside of me. That's when I decided that if I was going to do this drug thing then I would have to force as much into my belly as I could, even if I did have some pain. I though that I eat anything to make my belly stretch. Then it occurred to me that I would have to swallow nothing but sausages because that's what they would be stuffing me with. So I opened up another 4 or 5 cans of sausages and began to swallow them. 

I could feel them packing in as I swallowed, stretching my belly further with each and every one. I was beginning to hurt again and decided I had better stop. I looked at the can in front of me and saw 5 more. Before I really knew what I was doing, I had swallowed them as fast as I could get them into my mouth. All 5 went down quickly. I felt so full, so absolutely stuffed and in pain that I thought I may hurl. I sat there holding my fat bloated belly wondering if I would. Time passed and the pain went away but the fullness didn't. I sat with my back against the chair and looked at my rounded belly sticking out in front of me thinking, "I wonder how big it is?" I got up and retrieved my measuring tape from the sewing basket. Around my full middle I placed it, 38". It had stretched out another 8" in circumference. It doesn't really look like 8", but that's what the tape said. I, for the time being, was content and went about my business for the balance of the evening. 

The next morning after I had awakened I noticed that my belly didn't seem to be any smaller. I measured it again, 37". It had hardly gone down at all, you'd think it would, but I don't feel hungry either. Maybe eating that much food, whole, would take more time to digest. That's it. Fine then. What I will do for breakfast is swallow as many more as I can. That will be a great start on stretching everything out so I can get all the drugs inside there. 

I placed the remaining opened cans from last night on the table and opened up 5 more cans. I told my self that once I started swallowing, I could not stop until I was so full that I hurt. And I had to do it as quickly as I could. I began swallowing those damned sausages so fast that I was almost drinking them. They did seem to be able to slide down more easily than last night. I ate and ate until all 5 cans were gone. No pain yet so I opened up another 5 cans. I sat on the edge of the chair and leaned forward to the table and once again began to swallow the greasy little things as fast as I could get them into my mouth. All of a sudden I felt the pain and looked at the last few in the can. I shook my head and swallowed them as well. When I opened my eyes, they were crossed and I had to focus on something. I starred at the 3 remaining opened cans of sausages and heard a giant voice say "NO!".

I pushed back from the table and sat back in the chair holding my bulging belly. I rubbed it all over and noticed something strange that I hadn't felt last night. My belly had a bigger bulge in it up just under my tits. I scurried into the bathroom and looked sideways at myself in the mirror. My lower belly was full but the upper part of my belly was much bigger. Then it dawned on me that that is where my stomach is. I remembered back to the 60 Minutes tape how the couriers bellied was massaged helping to force the drugs into their system. That's what I need to do, massage it and then it will all even out.

I called in sick to work and then went to the task of massaging the bulge in my belly. It was working, and better that I had imagined. After only around twenty minuets of massage my belly looked symmetrical. Big, but at least it was round and normal looking again. I measured it. 38". I was so disappointed. It was no bigger that last night. Well, it's only 9:30 and I have all day to see if I can make it grow. I ran back to the kitchen and quickly finished all 3 opened cans of sausage. I felt stuffed once again, and once again I felt hot and horny. No pain but real full and about as horny as I could get. I decided to go into the bedroom and have sex with one of my vibrators.

Grabbing the tape measure and rapping it around me as I walked into the bedroom it measured, 39". "Yea!" I yelled. I'm on my way to being RICH, RICH, RICH!!! I grabbed my long fat vibrator and through myself on the bed. When I hit the bed I could feel everything inside of me shift. I felt heavy, and so so full. I got a twinge in my twat right then and there. I didn't wait. I stuffed the vibrator as deep in my mouth as I could get it, and made it slick with spit. Then gliding it slowly around my clit until I thought I was going to cumm, I thrust it quickly into my wet pussy as deeply as I could. Then with short pounding motions rammed it up against my cervix until I came. 

I laid spread eagle on my back on the bed with my fleshy thighs and calves aching. Panting wildly I opened my eyes and looked down toward my belly. The round fat ball in my middle was gyrating wildly with my panting and I felt a twinge in my twat once more. That is the moment when I realized that it wasn't the thought of little cocks in my throat that turned me on, but the fact that I was filling my belly full with them. As full as it could get, and then some. Thinking these thoughts and feeling my fat round belly made me cumm right then and there. "Oh, This is great! I know now what I like, a full belly!" I said aloud. Maybe that is why I have always been a rather plump girl. All through grade school and into high school I was plump. Not until lately did I come to realize that I was happy being this way. "NOW" I realize why, when I ate a huge meal as a kid, I would go up to my bedroom and lay on my belly. Even then I must have loved to have my belly so full that it felt as though it was going to burst at any moment. So, what could worse? Lots of stuff.

I had never heard of anyone being turned on by this before, but it was true for me. The more I rubbed my fat ball of a belly the hotter I got. I rolled to my side and tried to push my belly out even further than it already was. I closed my eyes and imagined my boyfriend feeding me so much food that I was begging him to stop, all the while I rubbed my tight round belly. I was close to climax and wanted to see if for sure that was what really turned me on. So I got out of bed and went into the kitchen and opened all of the remaining cans from the first case of Vienna Sausage. I pored all 3 cans into a huge bowl, set them in front of me on the table. My belly was so full to start with that it had become almost as hard as an over inflated basket ball. I sat on the edge of the chair, arched my back a bit leaning forward and began to stuff sausages in my mouth. I swallowed them so fast I could have almost picked up the bowl and pored them in. I ate and ate past the point of pain. I could feel my belly stretching and becoming even tighter with every one, but still I swallowed them. I stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. The pain was almost unbearable and I felt my insides stretch and grown badly. One more deep breath and I began to eat again with ravenous abandon to the pain. The pain was there, and not going away, so I just decided to continue to force the sausages down my throat.

I ended up finishing all of them and hurt so bad that I had to lay down. I got up from the table and made my way into the bedroom where I got on the bed on my side, my huge ball of a belly sticking way out in front of me. I rubbed my bloated belly softly and tried not to think about the pain, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep. I woke up some 2 hours later and instantly felt the pressure inside of me. No pain just an immense pressure in my belly. I rolled to my back and felt my overfilled belly. I instantly became so hot and so wet that I just let myself go in the feelings. I was so stuffed full that I felt as though I was going to burst open if I moved, and as that thought flashed through my head I came so hard I thought I was going to burst open. I LOVED IT!!!

Afterwards I got out of bed and gathered up the measuring tape. I wrapped it around me and was astonished. 41". "I must look like a blimp", I said aloud. I trotted to the bathroom. As I bounced, I could feel all the weight in my belly moving. I reached the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was huge. I really looked pregnant, 6 or 7 months along but pregnant never-the-less. 

I went around the house doing the things I normally would and found most of them much harder. My bending was nonexistent and the chores just seemed to be just that, a chore. I cleaned up all the mess in the kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom knowing that my boyfriend would be here at 4:30 or so. I completed all I was to do by 3:45, so I trotted off to the bedroom and put on the shortest shorts I had. I also found an old tube top and fitted it over my large tits pulling it down far enough to show a lot of cleavage and stretched it down around most of my fat belly. It was way too short and stopped about 3" above my belly button. I passed by the bathroom and glanced at myself in the mirror. I looked like I had swallowed a basket ball. My belly button was exposed and I looked so sexy that I began to get hot all over again. I went into the living room and awaited Jason's arrival.

At 4:35, and there was a knock at the door. It was Jason. I opened the door and stood right in front of him, blocking his way. "Holly Shit!!! What the,,, You look a little like you're pregnant Gail?" He reached down and cradled my fattened protruding belly with both hands. Then he began to squeeze it slightly and then rub it from the side around to the front. "No." I said in a sheepish voice. "I just ate too much." "Yea you did. Why?" "I da'no. Just hungry, and I couldn't stop eating." "Well come on over here and sit a while. I got to get use to this."

We sat together on the couch and he couldn't keep his hands off me. He groped my tits and my healthy legs, but mostly my fattened belly. He liked it! He liked it so much that he began questioning me about how I was able to get so much food in there. I started explaining it all and noticed that he had a huge bulge in his pants. I began to rub his thickening prick and before we knew it, we were fucking our brains out. The evening went on, after our wild sex, with Jason fondling my belly.

The next morning I sprang out of bed and sat on the pot for what must have been an hour. I hadn't shit so much in my life. Afterwards, I trotted off into the kitchen to make breakfast. Jason had gotten up and was helping me when I felt his hand on my belly coming from around my backside. I leaned my head back on to his chest to kiss him with my eyes closed when he popped a banana in my mouth and shoved it deep into my throat. Out of reflex I bit it off and swallowed. The thick squishy banana slid down my throat and into my belly easily. I turned around and began to scold him for doing that when it dawned on me that he must have a latent fetish for this kind of thing. I posed the question, "So Jason, Am I to understand by what you just did that you want to feed me?" "Well, Ah, Yea." "How's that? I mean, what is it about what you did that you like?" "Well, It's hard to say. I da'no, maybe I like your belly all full and tight like last night. I da'no!" "Jason, would you like to feed me right now?" "Fuck Yea!!!" With that I agreed to be fed and told him that he could feed me anything he wanted.

Thinking it would be good practice for the Drug job I hadn't told him about yet, I seated myself at the kitchen table and opened my mouth awaiting the food I knew he would find to put in there. He fed me all the bananas in the house and a half a gallon of milk. He couldn't really find anything else and gave up asking, "Are you full yet?" I told him I was and he came over to test his handy work. My round little belly showed some signs of swelling but nothing like last night. He seemed disappointed and asked again if I was sure I was full. I said, "Why? Is it that you want to stuff me so full that I can't stand, is that it?" "Like I said earlier, it's hard to explain. I guess I have this urge to force food into your cute little mouth until you cry out in pain, I think. I'm not really sure, but I do know that just the thought of it makes me hard." Then it was true. He did have a longing to stuff me. "Well then, DO IT!!! Make me eat more, and more, until I do cry out for you to stop!" His face lit up like a little kid on Christmas. He scrambled all over the kitchen to find something to feed me. 

I told him where the other case of Vienna Sausages were and he quickly began opening cans. He fed me 5 or 6 cans before I began to feel the pressure. I told him I was starting to get full, but he just gave me a look I had never seen before. Jason almost became wild with passion wanting me to eat more and more. After about the 8th can, I really felt my belly stretching and the pain had just started. "OK Jason, I am at the point where it hurts now." He smiled and scooted the chair I was sitting on away from the table, with me in it. He placed a large bowl on the table next to me. I took a look and saw that it was filled with the little sausages. Then he swung himself around and sat on my legs, facing me. He grabbed my jaw, tilted my head back, opened my mouth and began to stuff sausages into my mouth and down my throat. He stuffed three of them in there before he let me swallow. Hell, the first one was almost all the way down in my belly anyway. I swallowed and tried to say, "Jason, wait,,," That's all I got out as he grabbed my jaw again. This time he jammed almost two cans full down my throat before he would let me breath. I swallowed hard and could feel my belly growing bigger, stretching out, and hurting all over. I took a couple of breaths and again he stuffed my throat full, this time to the point that there was real back pressure trying to force them out. Still he shoved down my throat packing them into my extremely swollen belly. 

Finally the bowl was empty and he got up. I was holding my bloated aching belly with both hands kinda rocking back and forth. He came around behind me, put his arms around me with his hands on my huge belly and lifted. It felt as though I was going to burst open right then and there. I raised up with him still holding my middle and we walked into the bedroom. He placed me on the bed, climbed in and spooned me from behind, rubbing my fat aching belly for over an hour.

Later, the pain had gone and I just felt huge and fat. I rolled to my back and looked at the round tight ball of a belly in front of me. I thumped it with my finger a couple of times. It made a sound like a drum, "Thump Thump". I was so full and so big I just knew that he had torn something apart inside of me. I of course was wrong, filled to the Max, and maybe a bit beyond but, I would be OK. That evening I told Jason why I was trying to stretch my belly out. He thought I was crazy for thinking that I could be a Drug Courier. I convinced him to at least let me try, and to help me in the stretching process. 

For the next two weeks we filled my belly to the point that I could no longer stand the pain. It seemed as though I had been able to get more and more into my growing belly every night. I must say that by the end of the first two weeks I had gained over 25 pounds and was feeling bloated all the time. My tits seemed to have grown larger, like they needed to be any bigger, and I had picked up weight in my arms, which never seemed too big to begin with. My thighs were still quite healthy as were my calves. My butt hadn't gotten any bigger so I was wondering where all the weight was. Well, it had to have gone right to my belly because it was so large now that I looked as though I had swallowed a huge beach ball. After the last feeding I couldn't get my arms around it to hold it when the pain started. 

I thought that tonight and tomorrow I should try and let any of the food that was in my system work its way out, then see how many Vienna Sausages I could eat in an evening. It would be kinda like having the little balloons filled with drugs stuffed in to me. Jason agreed and the test went forth. I had nothing to eat for two days and arranged to have Jason come over early that morning.

He arrived at 6:00 AM and was carrying 6 cases of Vienna sausages. Each case held 24 cans and each can held 9 sausages. Remember, they measure around 1/2" in diameter and are about 2-1/2" long. They are really the most perfect thing for the test. Jason proceeded to open up two cases on them and placed them in a huge pot. 

Just before I started eating, Jason measured me. 34F-38-34. "OK, Let's get started." I said, and quickly began to swallow the little sausages. I ate until I became full and then just every minute or so swallowed another one. I sat there for over three hours and finished all 432 sausages. I was stuffed! And I looked stuffed. Jason asked if I could get any more inside my belly and I replied, "If I just slowly continue to swallow them every now and then I could. But if I had to do it real fast, NO WAY!" 

Jason helped me up and walked me over to the couch where I sat and let my huge belly pore out between my big strong thighs. Jason went back to the kitchen and opened, I don't know how many cans. He brought me a big bowl filled with them and I continued to swallow them, one at a time, for the next 2-1/2 hours. I finished them all, another 10 cans. All total, I forced 522 sausages into my now enormously rounded belly. I was so full that I could feel my belly straining from all sides to contain the sausages. It felt as though I had a hundred pounds of those damned sausages stuffed into it. Stretched out, it had and Jason wanted to know just how big it was. He measured me and the look on his face was priceless. "It's 52" around. You have never been so big!" He said. I rubbed it and hugged it with both arms. I was HUGE!

Well, the test went great and Jason and I bordered a plane to Columbia. The flight was OK and we had a great time just being tourists. I finally hooked up with some guy that promised that he could help me meet the people that I was to courier for. I explained the whole process of training I had put myself through and he seemed to understand completely. The meeting was set, and off I went. Jason was not allowed to go. They blindfolded me, put me into a car and we drove for, I think, almost an hour before we arrived at the compound.

When the Drug lords saw me they all smiled. I couldn't understand much of what they were talking about but I did seem to please them. One of the guys was able to speak English well and explained what I was to do. I told him the story of how I had prepared for this little ordeal and he then told the others. Every one was nodding their heads and soon I was taken to another room. 

There was a bed, a table and two chairs in the room. I was seated in one of the chairs and told to wait. Before long a man came in carrying a box. In the box were all of the little pellets of cocaine that I was to swallow. The man placed the box on the table, took a chair and scooted it up to the table next to where I was seated. He explained to me that I was going to have to swallow the little balloons whole and I could not chow even once or I would rupture the balloon. I nodded and he continued to explain that I could take as much time as I needed but that I would have to get them all into my belly. "And what a grand belly you have too my little piggy." He said, patting my round belly.

The man got up and told me to wait a moment as he still needed to gather up a few things before we got started. As he left the room I peeked inside the box. It was totally filled with balloons. I lifted it up and pulled it a bit closer to me and noticed that it was heavy. I had no idea how much it weighed but I figured it couldn't weigh any more than the mass of sausages I had been eating. I pushed the box back to where it was just as the man came back into the room. He had brought back a bottle of vegetable oil and a large bowl. He dumped a bunch of the balloons into the bowl and pored a little oil over them. He worked the oil all over the balloons and then looked at me asking if I was ready.

I was a bit nervous as I nodded to him. He picked one of the balloons up and placed it deep into my open mouth. There in the back of my throat it lay, I hesitated a bit and then swallowed. It slid down quickly. It was smaller than the sausages and didn't seem to give me any trouble at all. "Easy!" I thought and said, "Keep them coming bud!" He did! For the next 5 hours I swallowed the little balloons. I could feel them packing in, swelling my belly out. I could feel them moving down into my system filling it, as I did the sausages. We packed them in, one at a time. They were so much easier than the sausages to swallow that I thought I could hold everything that was in the box and then some. 

Before long the box was empty. The man looked at me smiling, helped me up and over to the bed. There he massaged my fattened belly. "Is that all?" I asked. "You know, I can hold a lot more. Why I'm just a little full now, I'm not completely stuffed like I have been." The man looked puzzled and turned around snapping his fingers. The door opened quickly and another man entered carrying another box full of the little balloons. He left and the guy at my side told me to rub my belly. He went over to the table and began to coat the little balloons with oil. 

He called to me and directed me to come back to the table. I got up from the bed and sat down next to him. This time, before he could say or do anything, I grabbed the little cocaine filled balloons and swallowed wildly, quickly forcing a couple of dozen down into my growing belly. "Slow down!" The man said. But I couldn't. I had a wild desire to stuff my self so full that my belly would feel as though it would split wide open. I don't know what came over me. I swallowed them wildly, almost faster than the man could get them oiled up. 

Close to the bottom of the box I began to feel the pain of my belly stretching beyond the point I had normally taken it. I knew I had to hurry if I was to stuff them all into me. I dumped the balance of the little balloons into the bowl and pored oil onto them. Then I picked the bowl up and proceeded to drink down the last of them.

I had done it! I had finished off two boxes of the little balloons, and it showed. My belly was HUGE! Never before had it been so big or so tight. I hiked my blouse up to just under my tits. Then I pored a bit of oil over my fat round belly and began rubbing my protruding gut with no thought of the man in the room with me. Before long I had taken my blouse off and was rubbing my big tits as well. Moments later I was joined my many men in the room. This I noticed, but continued to rub my bloated body. None of the men touched me, they just watched. 

Some time later I had cumm and was relaxing, stuffed but relaxing just the same, when all the men left the room. A man entered whom I had never seen before and gave me an envelope. He spoke slowly and distinctly, "There is $10,000.00 in this envelope and an address. You will be taken back to your hotel to gather your things. Then you will be taken to the air port and board a flight tonight for the U.S.. When you arrive at the airport in the U.S. and clear customs, a limousine will be waiting to take you to the address. There you will stay until all of the drugs have passed. You will then, and only then, be paid the remaining $140,000.00 promised to you. Do you understand?" I nodded and he left the room.

The ride back to my hotel was quick. I was blindfolded again. I told Jason about the arraignments and he understood completely. He could hardly keep his hands off of me though, my belly being so big and all. I left the hotel and boarded the flight. The plain was to land in Los Angeles. I was to go through costumes and then catch a connecting flight to San Francisco. The address was somewhere in Marin County.

When the plain landed in L.A. we were all herded through costumes. They took one look at me and pulled me aside and put me into a room. I began to get real nervous when a female cop came into the room and demanded that I strip off all my cloths. I complied and stood there nude in front of this ugly woman with a nasty attitude. She said, "Boy, you are a big one. What's inside there?" Patting my fattened belly. "Why, it's my baby! What is the matter with you, haven't you ever seen a pregnant woman before?" I knew she had, but I was so nervous I relay didn't know what I was saying. "Yes I have!" She said sternly. "It's just that we have had some people try and smuggle drugs through into the country hiding them in their rectum. I must look up into your rectum. It that a problem?" I shook my head NO. 

With that she grabbed some gloves and some other tools and walked toward me. She told me to turn around and bend over and grab the chair seat and spread my legs. Then she shoved that dammed thing up my ass as spread it open. "OK! Nothing but shit. You must be pregnant!" She said as she reached around and cradled my huge hanging belly. Then she pulled up a bit causing my belly to squeeze out to the side a bit. Then both of her arms were around my belly, her hands spread wide against it. Again she lifted up a couple of times checking something. "Well I can see that you are around 7 months along and there is quite a bit of growing yet for your baby to do. You are real tight and I think that you might want to lather vitamin E all over you huge tight belly of yours so you don't get any stretch marks. You are as tight as a drum now and just you wait another month, you'll see." I thanked her and I then was allowed to dress and catch my connecting flight.

When I arrived in San Francisco, I was meet at the plane by a nice looking man holding a sign with my name on it. He was the Limo driver. Off we went to the address in Marin. 

About the time we arrived, I began to feel the drugs moving quickly through the lower part of my belly. I knew that I would need to go take a shit real soon. The people there were glad to see me. I'll bet! They explained that I would have to shit everything out into the bathtub. No problem for me I thought, except that it was very cold when I sat down on it. I placed a towel across the side of the tub and that made all the difference. I was in and out of the bathroom many times during the next 12 or 14 hours and I was so hungry I could hardly stand it. 

Around 9 or 10 hours after I got to this place I was allowed to eat. A pretty Spanish girl fixed me anything I wanted, and as much as I wanted. I ate and ate for what seemed like hours. Finally I began to feel full again and the hunger was gone. I kept eating anyway and continued to try to stuff my belly as full as I could get it. The Spanish girl could not believe how much food I had eaten but kept bringing me more. 

All of a sudden I felt a huge shit coming on. I bolted to the bathroom and took a huge shit into the tub. Now, I must tell you that every time I would shit a man would go in there and fish out the drugs. This time he came out of the bathroom cheering and whooping something in Spanish. I soon found out what it all meant. I had finally shit out all the drugs. One guy said that he could not believe that I actually had almost 4 Kilos of drugs in my belly. 4 Kilo's? That's almost 9 pounds of drugs. No wonder everyone was glad to see me. I was then quickly shuttled off to the Limo and handed an envelope containing $140,000.00 and taken back to the airport.

I arrived home a day later. Jason was awaiting my arrival by having a monstrous meal catered. There was enough to feed an army. "Jason, I don't need to do this any more. They can only use a courier once, so I can't do it again." "That's OK honey. I love your huge, tight, and round belly. I love it so much that I want it to stay big and round, even get bigger. Don't you?" "Well, I never thought that I would keep it big. I just thought I could make a pile of money and then go back to the way I was. But, if you like it, and want me to remain this way, or bigger, then you are going to have to commit to me for the rest of your life. You know, Marriage!" "OK! OK! Sure. Honey, Will you marry me?" "YES Jason, I will. I love you so! Why wouldn't I." "Cool! Come on now honey, let me feed you until your belly is so big, so tight, and so absolutely stuffed full that you almost pass out from the pain!"

I just sat on the couch and let Jason bring me anything he wanted. 

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