Corn Fed by Portly Robust

[The Enforcers]

"I ate and ate, stuffing every bite down into my overstuffed belly."

Corn Fed By Portly Robust
Posted with permission from Portly Robust

I am a farm girl in the mid-west and corn fed. I will tell you what I mean by corn fed, as I do not want you to get a picture in your mind of me being this huge fat blimp. I am Irish and as you know, we all have red hair and are a little fleshy, or as I put it, healthy. I am 19 years old, stand 5' 4" tall and weigh about 130 pounds. I have large firm breasts and round hips, not too big, a 34 to be exact. Oh, by breast size? They measure 34-EE. See what I mean about corn fed? Well I have only just begun to describe how I grew up.

I got to drive the grain truck to the elevator during harvest time. It was fun except when I had to level out the load before I left for town. The corn kernels were heavy and the shovel was huge making it tough to spread the grain all out. The corn we cut was intended for cattle feed and had a high moisture content. Any way, I had long waits sitting in the truck until one of the combines came in to dump, so I would chew on the fresh corn almost constantly.

When lunchtime would come around I was full of corn and didn't really have an appetite, but didn't want anyone to really find out I had munched away some of the grain so I ate my entire meal anyway. Boy was I full. So full that my belly was sticking out a bit. No one noticed and we all went back to work. Well the day went on and I had made five more runs to the elevator. I just returned as one of the guys needed to dump, so I pulled up alongside and he unloaded. I then moved the truck out of the way and went up to spread out the load. After I finished I just stood there watching the combines. I didn't even realize that I had started to munch on the corn again. I just stood there leaning against the bed railing of the truck and ate kernel after kernel.

The guys came in and dumped a couple of times and after I had finished spreading the load out I went back to eating the corn. I think I really knew what I was doing but thought nothing of it. The last combine had dumped and I was off to the elevator. The elevator operator weighed the load and I scooped out a coffee can full of grain for him to test for moisture. He always handed me the can with the weight ticket in it and I always put it on the seat next to me, except this time I scooped up another can full of corn and set it on the seat next to me. I went over and dumped the load then headed home to put the truck away for the night.

I popped a hand full of corn into my mouth and played a little game with them. I would work one of the kernels to the back of my mouth and swallow it until I had finished the mouth full. This went on for a mile or two and just after I had popped a hand full in my mouth and looked back up at the road I noticed a guy in a small car had turned right in front of me. This startled me and I swallowed them all at once. After I calmed down from the close call, I thought back at the feeling of the kernels going down my throat all at once. It was nice and I had to try it again. I filled my hand with grain and popped them into my mouth. I swished them around a little then swallowed. Oh, My, what a feeling. The kernels flowing down my throat and into my stomach was great. I pulled off the road and all but drank the rest of the corn in the coffee can. Boy oh boy was I full, and I liked the feeling. I patted my fat little tummy and headed toward home.

When I arrived inside after putting the truck away, mother told me to wash up for supper. I wasn't hungry, I was still so full from the corn I could hardly believe it. It seemed as though I was even more full than just half an hour ago. Any way, mother told me I had to eat after a hard days work and that I was going to eat and that was final. I went into the bathroom and lifted my shirt to look at my full tummy. It was sticking out like it was after lunch, and I was going to have to eat supper. Oh Well, I washed up and sat with the others, said Grace and began to eat what was placed in front of me. I ate and ate, stuffing every bite down into my overstuffed belly. By the time supper was over I hurt, and I could hardly hide my fat round belly. I excused my self and went off to my room. I dress for bed and lay there rubbing my swollen belly. The pain went away quickly and it was replaced by a tight, really stuffed feeling. The more I thought about it and the more I rubbed my round protruding belly the more I liked it. This is when I first learned I liked to be stuffed. 14 years old and if I kept it up I would be as big as a house in no time. I didn't want that!

We continued the harvest and I continued to stuff myself so full of corn that it was almost impossible to eat at suppertime. I did eat supper by forcing it all into an extremely full belly that would have to stretch even bigger to accommodate it. By the end of harvest I had gained almost 25 pounds. Added to my 120 pound frame gave me quite a large potbelly. It was full and round all the time now and school was a pain but no one really gave me any trouble about it.

I did as much exercise as I could that year at school and by the summer harvest time I had gotten so strong that some of the boys were afraid to date me. I had a killer shape when I was 15, big tits and round hips, but my middle was still a bit too round. I liked the way I looked and did date this one guy. All he wanted to do was play with my tits and belly. I let him. I liked it.

Harvest time again, and again I got to drive the truck.

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