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“I’ve gotta lose weight,” Priscilla huffed, her plump cheek propped up on her fist, which was in turn propped up on the arm of the couch she had not moved from all day. Her other hand held a cream puff; her 32nd cream puff, to be precise, which she gazed at with a mixture of longing and crumbling resistance. Finally giving in, she ploughed the treat into her face, having tempted herself for perhaps ten seconds. Her willpower was improving.

“Ugh, I am so full,” she grimaced, having swallowed the pastry, “I can’t remember the last time I didn’t feel 100% stuffed, literally can’t recall it,”
Her vast gut spilled from the cinched-down waistband of her pants and across her plush thighs, churning and burbling with the calories upon calories packed into her stomach and pressing her considerable girth outwards. She looked down at the protruding dome of her belly, sticking out some seven or eight inches from the rest of her body in her reclined position. The rapidly-expanding ‘rest’ of Priscilla busily siphoned the fat from her many meals and deposited it, possibly not so imaginatively, over her frame. Her legs, hips, midsection and chest were its favored dumping grounds. Sighing again, she slapped a hand down onto her expansive tummy, feeling the luscious layer of blubber disguising her packed gut ripple under her palm and fingers, and sending her lovehandles jiggling. The young woman winced, having smacked herself harder than intended, and gulped biliously as her overfilled belly protested at its enormous load. Groaning softly, she rubbed her prominent paunch to comfort it, not wishing to upset the precious vessel which contained so many delicious morsels.

By and by the wave of nausea receded as Priscilla stroked around her belly’s bloated rotundity, her blue and white thick-striped vest top rolled up to beneath her considerable bust to expose her midriff. Priscilla was spilling out of a DD-cup nowadays, her food-fueled boobs inflating beyond her means or inclination to cover them. Her voluptuous tits were squashed upwards towards her chin by her fat tummy’s expansion, making her look fit to burst all over. She had a generally chubby body, and could easily be referred to as ‘the fat chick’ from outside a group without confusion or dispute, tipping the scales at a prime 220 pounds of (somewhat) solid flab.

Breathing heavily as her full, bulging stomach restricted her diaphragm’s movement, Priscilla reached for her fifth eclair in that sitting from the plate beside her. She dragged a strand of her dyed purple hair away from her face with her pinky, carefully holding the pastry in her other fingers and thumb; her natural color was beginning to show through again aside from the dirty blonde streaks purposefully left undyed, giving her hair a lilac hue. Pushing herself upwards from her slouched position with her elbows, the 21-year-old’s bloated tummy sloshed glutinously. She puffed out her cheeks at the effort it took to move herself and watched her protruding belly gradually stop wobbling after she slumped down rather defeatedly, her chunky ass barely a few inches further backwards than when she started.

“I have got to lose weight,” Priscilla repeated with a sigh, replacing her cheek on her fist, her left hand still grasping the eclair aloft,
“Wassat, babe?” a male voice chimed, a face appearing around the doorway,
“Ah nothing, just kinda thinking out loud,” Priscilla said dismissively, “Never mind. Hey, I could do with a snack, could you put that box of apple turnovers in the oven?”
“Along with the cherry pies you wanted?”
“Yeah, let’s go nuts,” answered Priscilla,
“Sure babe, whatever you want,” the man smiled, popping his head back around the doorway. The stuffed girl’s expression turned from a cheery grin to a look of pained discomfort the second he had disappeared. Why did she do this to herself? Her belly button felt ready to pop from its deep fleshy inney to a pronounced outey as it was, why had she just asked for more food? Just then however she noticed she had been absent-mindedly waving her second-to-last eclair around for a minute and casually crammed it into her mouth. Priscilla’s gut squirmed and groaned as the fattening cream and delicious pastry were forced into its distended confines whilst she licked her lips and fingers and she swore she felt her stomach spread by a few millimeters to accommodate this latest addition.

Nothing had ever been said about any of this between Priscilla and Kevin. Not her staggering weight gain since they had met just four months ago. Not her incessant and expensive eating regime. Not even that she was a feedee and him her feeder. He just casually fulfilled every single meal request Priscilla ever made, no matter how ludicrous, until Priscilla realized she could eat literally whatever she wanted. Hence the ominous, basketball-sized gut that currently rumbled on the paralyzed girl’s midriff, which was evidently about to grow even larger. And yet nothing could have been more natural. Kevin didn’t force Priscilla into this. He wouldn’t cook a thing unless asked, and never prompted her to eat more, or indeed less. He didn’t want to feed her and fuck her, or anything kinky like that. At least, not so far. He would tenderly cuddle up to her in bed or on the sofa and cradle or massage her frequently-bursting gut, which Priscilla found adorable. The plus-sized young woman was a little more turned on however at the fact that Kevin was beginning to have trouble getting his arms all the way around her. With her flourishing hips becoming a greater area to pass over, and her burgeoning butt shoving his body away, the mound of Priscilla’s well-fed gut was lately almost too much for her boyfriend to reach around; she swore she was able to eat more now than ever before. And she would lie there, and groan and gurgle and gloop, not daring to budge she was so deliriously full, Kevin’s strong hands almost holding her belly together, knowing she was digesting her way through her latest, largest meal for the fat to be taken away and placed in ever more delicious places and quantities on her body.

But back in the present, Priscilla felt utterly, completely stuffed rigid. She looked heavily pregnant, her big food baby sticking up into the air between her curvy hips, the pale contours of stretchmarks beginning to permeate their way into the texture of her skin. The crease her fat had developed into around her waist and engulfing her navel was filled out into an unbroken convex, and Priscilla felt there wasn’t enough give in her belly to bend over. How would she get up? She would scarcely have been any smaller had she swallowed a bowling ball. Having gorged herself steadily all day, now, in late Saturday afternoon, she was totally full. And yet she looked to the plate beside her and saw the lone remaining eclair sitting there, as crammed with cream and calories as Priscilla was herself, and thought,
‘One more can’t hurt, can it?’
As it turned out, it could. As soon as she had greedily grabbed the cake and taken a bite of it, her tummy began complaining,
“Mmmph!” moaned Priscilla as she gulped down the half of pastry and realized her mistake, her stomach knotted and cramping in protest. She had to swallow hard and squeeze her eyes shut just to keep everything down, before panting a few breaths and, despite all this, wolfing down the remainder of the eclair. Clutching her straining belly, it gave a couple of shuddering gurgles before settling slightly and Priscilla felt relatively assured she wouldn’t either puke or pop.

Eating the eclair had been reckless. She just needed a little break to...
“Who wants pie?” beamed Kevin,
‘...Oh,’ grumbled Priscilla inwardly,
“Yay! Thanks, hon!” she cheered aloud as her boyfriend walked through the doorway, the steaming pie clutched in his oven-mitted hand. He set the dessert down on a vacant plate with a clatter, the stuffed Priscilla unable to take her eyes off it. Her voracious appetite demanded she consume it immediately, but her grumbling gut reeling at the sight of the golden pastry and the sickly sweet smell of cherries clouding the room,
“Now look out, it’s fresh from the oven,” warned Kevin with a wink, “Those turnovers will be ready in a jiff,”
“Great!” the bright-haired girl fibbed, her huge tummy spilling over her joggers,
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Kevin exclaimed, “There are two pies!”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you asked for two,”
“Oh yeah, I forgot too,” Priscilla responded with a forced smile as her boyfriend disappeared back into the kitchen and soon emerged with a twin for the ten-inch-wide pie already in front of the slightly pale-looking eater. She gulped slightly, feeling sweat standing on her forehead and a slight twinge of pain in her already overfull tummy. She couldn’t refuse; it looked so good. Her faithful feeder had devotedly fulfilled the greedy young woman’s requests. But surely she couldn’t eat all this. She glanced from the sizable two pies to her more-than-sizable midriff and weighed up whether they would physically fit inside her at all. The answer, as far as Priscilla could tell, was a definite ‘no’. Not even if she was totally empty. Which of course she wasn’t; far from it in fact.

If she had felt this full at any other time, she would certainly have stopped eating. Currently however, she was considering taking on even more food. In fact, she found herself lifting a forkful towards her mouth. Almost without thinking the pie was past her lips and upon her tongue. Priscilla chewed the homely treat slowly, her mouth full of pastry and cherries. It tasted divine; comforting, stodgy and syrupy sweet, temptingly warm without being scaldingly hot. Perfect. She swallowed with her eyes closed, half in delight, half in dreaded anticipation of a pang and a convulsion sending her stomach’s contents rocketing back upwards. And yet, as she opened her eyes and the beads of sweat on her brow stung a little less – nothing. Her tummy glooped and burbled grouchily but accepted its extra load without complaint.

“Huh,” Priscilla grunted in surprise, holding the empty fork with a pause,
‘Better check that wasn’t just a one-time thing’ she thought inwardly, digging another scoop of pie out of the dish larger than the first and loading it into her mouth. It was just as tasty, and the curvy eater chewed thoroughly before swallowing to find her tummy also tolerated this mouthful. She tried again, now taking a monster portion of the dessert and carefully gulping it down after a few extended moments. Her tummy was stuffed, there was no mistaking that she was completely and utterly full... and yet she was somehow finding room. Maybe she really was becoming a feedee, Priscilla reflected, and with a shrug began devouring the pie in earnest.

It wasn’t until just under a quarter remained that the stuffer realized that her overstretched stomach was regrouping to show its displeasure. Quickening her pace to polish off the first pie, Priscilla lay down the plate with more perspiration on her forehead and a definite immovable mass sitting above her pelvis and swelling her paunch outwards. She could barely budge herself enough to lethargically grasp the second pie and pull it over from the coffee table. Priscilla puffed out her chubby cheeks and mopped her brow with the back of her hand; this was exactly why she had piled on so much weight recently, she reflected. Even now, uncomfortably full and with her vast waistline ballooning much further outward than her plump breasts, she was getting ready to push even further into the depths of gluttony,
‘What a hog,’ she told herself with a smirk that turned into a grimace as she attempted to shift her thickening body into a more comfortable position on the couch,
“Oooff!” Priscilla wheezed as straps and bands dug into her fecund flesh as she flexed ineffectively, her middle bowed under the weight of her belly and feeling unable to stretch straight again. She sank further into the furniture’s cushions than ever before, her fattened ass spreading beneath her and pushing her hips outwards into giant, blossoming curves that pushed at the seams of her pants. Slightly better positioned, she tugged ineffectively at her vest to cover at least her bra’s cups, if not the impressive boobs that spilled from them; even if she could have tolerated anything covering her midriff at that moment, the top was obviously far too small for that task now. Priscilla sighed once more at her bulk, short of breath with the barest of movements and sporting an enormous groaning gut that begged her to stop stuffing it with food.

She heard Kevin clattering around in the kitchen, obviously preparing to join her with his latest round of cooking completed. Wishing to have made at least some headway into the pie she balanced on her luscious thigh, Priscilla wolfed down around a third in the blink of an eye, her cheeks bulging with pastry and fruit. Chewing sluggishly, she managed to choke down her giant portion in three laborious gulps and immediately felt sick at doing so. Her gut gurgled and glorped as it stretched to accommodate the extra load, so bloated and tight that it felt mere millimeters beneath the surface of her stiff skin. Breathing heavily, Priscilla risked a rub of her tummy, which felt as if it were packed hazardously taut at the front. Although her sides still jiggled relatively freely, the very middle of her girth where Priscilla was at her fullest and fattest was almost rock solid, she recognized with alarm. Just then her boyfriend wandered into the room, and Priscilla quickly tried not to betray any distress, although he had caught her momentarily with her arm curled around her bulging gut, cradling it. She flashed him a smile, forcing another small forkful of pie between her lips and somehow swallowing as he approached,
“Here we go, hon, hope you saved room for dessert!” Kevin beamed, shoving a steaming plateful of six sizable apple turnovers under Priscilla’s nose, at which she barely managed not to gag. He couldn’t have failed to notice Priscilla’s burstingly full tum bulging from her figure, but almost seemed to challenge her as he set the plate down and tumbled onto the couch next to her, passively flicking between TV channels.

Priscilla meanwhile was in trouble. She dared not even breathe too heavily for fear of being sick or flat-out exploding. There was no way she could finish the rapidly-cooling pie she held in her hand, never mind the fresh batch of turnovers. She didn’t want to let her feeder down, and yet he wasn’t even really her feeder,
‘He must know I’m full,’ Priscilla considered, with a sideways glance at Kevin, ‘I’ve been eating all day, non-stop,’
Now she glanced downwards at the mass of food crowding her gut, towering semi-spherically into the air in a conspicuous food baby,
‘Surely he can see I’m full,’ she thought, looking at the rolled-up vest exposing her massive belly which overflowed her sweatpants by several inches.
There was no way she could give out. There was no way she could carry on. The only alternative would be a real test of their relationship. Priscilla took as deep a breath as she dared in her incredibly full body and turned to her boyfriend, hoping she hadn’t made a misjudgement,
“Ugh... babe?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m... really... full...”
“Oh, okay,” he said, turning towards Priscilla whilst trying not to let his tone give away any disappointment,
“But I don’t want you to have worked hard for nothing...” she continued, somewhat nervously, “So I don’t suppose you could... give me a belly rub while I eat the rest of this?”
The incredibly excited Kevin’s heart raced and breathing quickened, but he tried to stay calm as Priscilla concluded,
“I think if... you rub while I eat... we can... make enough space to cram this into me,” she smiled, wearily but eagerly, short of breath both through anxiety and satiating fullness,
“Oh... sure babe,” came the answer at length, as the man shifted around on the seat to face his girlfriend. Kevin could never have been called skinny, and was of a slightly large, awkward build, but even so Priscilla dented the furniture’s cushions far more than his mass did.

Kevin’s big strong hands set to work kneading Priscilla’s packed belly; at first she puffed out deep breaths as if in labor, feeling like he would pop her at any moment,
“Unnnngggfff!” she wheezed, eyes squeezed shut as his hard palms squished uncomfortably into her protruding gut, pressing it back in on itself. In the first few seconds this was almost more than she could bear, and she nearly told him to stop, to forget about it. But gradually, Priscilla began to feel her belly’s contents redistributing more comfortably, and even felt confident enough to take her first bite of apple turnover not long later.

“Ohh, this is so naughty!” she giggled sweetly as Kevin set into a rhythm of circular rubbing and Priscilla’s mind was taken so far from her protesting belly that soon she was loading food freely into it once again. Her boyfriend’s belly massage was wonderful. It made her feel big and fat through how far he was having to reach to encompass her entire front, but also safe and loved at how tenderly his fingers ran over the rolls of her chubbier sections. His eyes were transfixed on the swaying, wobbling motion of Priscilla’s giant gut as he coaxed it larger and larger by allowing her to demolish pastry after pastry. She blissfully munched away, lost in the comforting taste of the dessert and the comforting sensation of Kevin’s rubbing. She was so relaxed that she failed to notice the burp creeping up her throat until it was too late to quell,
“*Brrrrrpp!*” her lips flapped as a gassy belch escaped them and Priscilla blushed slightly, “Ugghh, I’m such a piggy! Excuse me!”
As the couple hadn’t even been dating for half a year and were still in the ‘honeymoon’ period, Priscilla felt embarrassed at this stray bodily function and glanced nervously at her boyfriend. Luckily he was too busy admiring her belly to notice; if he had seemed to approve of the feedee’s burp as he looked at her face with delight and carried on rubbing her swollen gut. Priscilla puffed out a breath and tucked into her fourth helping of apple snacks in just a few minutes, deciding to test out another exclamation as she did so,
“*Nnnoomm!* Oh God damn this is so tasty! I think I’ve eaten my own bodyweight in apple turnovers!” she groaned with her mouth full, which Kevin seemed to enjoy. The pair were both looking with amazement at how much Priscilla had grown in just one sitting, adding an impressive number of inches to her already considerable waistline. The food inside her seemed to be pushing her curvy body out in all directions, not just swelling her girth but also expanding her bust, which she now struggled to see over, and plumping up her hips and thighs. Priscilla was convinced this wasn’t just happening in her mind, but that her entire body was growing amid such an extensive bout of stuffing. She was thick and flabby and luscious-looking, much heavier than her not-inconsiderable 220 lbs, even without the added weight of food in her tummy,
‘I’m such a fat bitch,’ she wondered to herself, in triumph rather than rebuke as she had earlier, ‘I never want to be thin again,’
Hypnotized with the wobbling movement of her burgeoning belly as it was manipulated by her boyfriend, Priscilla daydreamed about how big she could get, lying on the couch all day stuffing herself with Kevin’s help.

But back in the present, more pressing matters now flooded her mind, like how on her fifth apple turnover, she was struggling badly once more,
“Wheew! Wwoooooph! Ohhhh God, I’m so full!” she grinned as she finished it, feeling elated but ready to explode at any moment. Priscilla felt almost pregnant with food, and clasped her hands underneath her giant belly to lend her struggling stomach extra support. With Kevin’s hand still circling her expansive midriff and her own propping up the underside, the stuffed young woman reflected that she now required three hands working simultaneously in order to keep her tummy held together,
“C’mon babe, just one more left,” Kevin smiled, picking up the pastry and waving it playfully in front of his girlfriends face, as if playing ‘airplanes’ with a young child,
“Feed it to me,” she grunted earnestly, knowing she could never have crammed one more crumb into her blimp-sized belly of her own volition. After a moments’ hesitation, Kevin offered up the turnover to Priscilla’s closed lips, bumping it into them encouragingly whilst the throbbing, nauseous feeling in her tummy kept her mouth closed for now. A few more attempts saw her resistance maintained, until the food was forced into the feeder’s maw and she took a giant, remorseful bite which removed a third of it. She chewed listlessly, the flaky shortcrust and chunks of baked apple melting in her mouth before swallowing and feeling her tummy bulge a few millimeters more beneath her palms, still cradling her swollen gut. The first mouthful was confidently replaced by another as Priscilla’s feeder shoved the turnover between her lips again to a quiet, sexy squeak of objection before she began chewing again,
“Just one more bite now,” said Kevin with the inch-long stub of a turnover between his finger and thumb as his girlfriend gulped troublesomely,
“I don’t want it,” she moaned,
“Sure you do,” he smiled casually, pressing the bitesize piece into his rotund partner’s mouth and setting the plate down. She chewed briefly, gathered her strength and swallowed with a grimace, her fingers grasping at her churning stomach bloated further out from her figure than it had ever been previously. There was a pause, as even Kevin stopped rubbing her belly and the whole world seemed to halt to see if Priscilla could keep her mammoth meal down, or if she could even manage to keep from popping. She had felt at maximum capacity over an hour ago, so this stuffing was far in excess of that and with her belly as round as a bowling ball, her skin stretched painfully across it, Priscilla could never have imagined feeling so full,

“Ohhh! Oh, God I’m gonna burst!” she groaned, rolling onto her side and curling up as her belly’s contents sloshed and churned inside her,
“Don’t worry hon, I won’t let you burst,” came her feeder’s reassuring voice as a soft hand gently embraced her swollen midriff.