~BBW, Stuffing, ~Sex (lesbian, straight), ~XWG - A British aristocrat and her maid fight off boredom by eating.
Author's Note: There's actually some plot in it as well. Sorry about that. Also includes female masturbation, blow job (only one). helplessness, splitting clothing S.
Chapter 6
Anne awoke from her blissful doze, blinking at the drops spattering her window. She yawned, smiled, and stretched as best she could, her heavy stomach holding her down. “Mmm” she murmured, caressing her belly. It was so heavy, but it felt so good. And it felt even better when Judith had crammed it full, and even better when she was much too overfed to move and Judith went between her legs. Anne moaned again, with an even bigger smile.
“Judith?” she called. There was no answer.
“Judith, dear?” she called again. Still no answer.
“Oof” she grunted. She’d tried to roll herself over, and her weighty belly objected.
“Ungh!” she tried again, harder, and it shifted noticeably, but still not enough.
“Ohh, Uh!” with a final third effort she managed to roll into a sitting position, that stomach laying over her thighs, sticking out nearly two feet from where it was a mere few months ago.
Judith, at this time still downstairs, had been right. Anne was even heavier than Judith now, at well over 16, over 16 and a half stone. Standing only 5 feet and three, that spherical potbelly made her look beyond pregnant. Practically half her weight was stuffed between her spine and her bellybutton. If it hadn’t been for Judith, Anne would have had a lot more problems – Just bending over had become awkward and arising from bed only doable with difficulty.
But Anne didn’t really care. She loved to eat, and it showed. Oh yes, it showed. And there were still some leftovers from that really ridiculous breakfast Harrison had provided. They were on the cart – Over there, and the badly bloated lady was sitting on the edge of the bed over here, cradling her stomach in her arms.
Thinking only of the food, and getting it inside her, she pushed off the bed, landing heavily on her feet. She immediately recognized that as a mistake, as all that flab yanked her off balance forwards, and only a stumbling run kept her upright, all the way to the cart, where she tried to slow down.
It didn’t go well. Everything she’d shoved down her throat gave her a lot of inertia, and that would not be easy to stop. She flailed, spinning her arms, but it wouldn’t do. Clutching at the breakfast cart for support, she fell, almost in slow motion, her great belly succumbing to gravity and leading her descent, the flimsy breakfast cart merely following her down with a crash, and showering her with the leftovers.
“Ooohh, oof, please, ugh, help me” she whimpered, but despite the crash of the cart nobody had heard. The impact on her stomach had made it hard to breathe, and pains were shooting from her ankle.
“Ow, ow, I fell, Judith?” begged Anne, but only the rain replied, pattering down noisily on the hard stone house.
Still, she was here, she thought, after a few minutes recovering. Her ankle still hurt, and her belly had been badly squashed.
“Well, at least there’s something I can do about that” she thought. There were leftovers, and she could eat them.
“Mmm”. She’d found another box of chocolates. One by one they went into her mouth. After a few, her excitement about feeding ignited again, and she started pushing them in two at a time. The new material in her stomach inspired her to greater and greater appetite. Fortunately she’d already been filled up a few hours ago before Judith left, so filling herself again didn’t take long. Using both hands, she forced more and more into her cheeks, gulping down anything edible she could get her hands on. She so loved having a full belly, and it was getting filled again.
Her moaning was coming frequently, between every swallow. As her belly began to approach its capacity, one hand was spared to reach around it, and just add to her over-stimulation.
Over-stimulated she was as her body was stuffed to its absolute limit, and her flying fingers were digging furiously between her legs. Anne began to lose all control, taking half a loaf’s worth of buttered toast and completely plugging up with mouth with it, then as she chewed and swallowed even more, both hands were struggling around her belly to reach.
“Mmm, there, please” she moaned through her mouthful, rubbing herself furiously.
Unlike poor Judith, Bertha did not butt in on her. Nobody disturbed her. With her mouth full of thick greasy toast, her belly full of everything else, and her pussy full of fingers her mind burst in white stars, her body convulsing, her every nerve ending firing over and over again in an explosive orgasm.
Slowly she realized that if her belly got much bigger, she’d need help at that.
“But there’s always Judith”, she thought with a soft smile, drifting off into another satiated doze.
Author's Note: There's actually some plot in it as well. Sorry about that. Also includes female masturbation, blow job (only one). helplessness, splitting clothing S.
Chapter 6
Anne awoke from her blissful doze, blinking at the drops spattering her window. She yawned, smiled, and stretched as best she could, her heavy stomach holding her down. “Mmm” she murmured, caressing her belly. It was so heavy, but it felt so good. And it felt even better when Judith had crammed it full, and even better when she was much too overfed to move and Judith went between her legs. Anne moaned again, with an even bigger smile.
“Judith?” she called. There was no answer.
“Judith, dear?” she called again. Still no answer.
“Oof” she grunted. She’d tried to roll herself over, and her weighty belly objected.
“Ungh!” she tried again, harder, and it shifted noticeably, but still not enough.
“Ohh, Uh!” with a final third effort she managed to roll into a sitting position, that stomach laying over her thighs, sticking out nearly two feet from where it was a mere few months ago.
Judith, at this time still downstairs, had been right. Anne was even heavier than Judith now, at well over 16, over 16 and a half stone. Standing only 5 feet and three, that spherical potbelly made her look beyond pregnant. Practically half her weight was stuffed between her spine and her bellybutton. If it hadn’t been for Judith, Anne would have had a lot more problems – Just bending over had become awkward and arising from bed only doable with difficulty.
But Anne didn’t really care. She loved to eat, and it showed. Oh yes, it showed. And there were still some leftovers from that really ridiculous breakfast Harrison had provided. They were on the cart – Over there, and the badly bloated lady was sitting on the edge of the bed over here, cradling her stomach in her arms.
Thinking only of the food, and getting it inside her, she pushed off the bed, landing heavily on her feet. She immediately recognized that as a mistake, as all that flab yanked her off balance forwards, and only a stumbling run kept her upright, all the way to the cart, where she tried to slow down.
It didn’t go well. Everything she’d shoved down her throat gave her a lot of inertia, and that would not be easy to stop. She flailed, spinning her arms, but it wouldn’t do. Clutching at the breakfast cart for support, she fell, almost in slow motion, her great belly succumbing to gravity and leading her descent, the flimsy breakfast cart merely following her down with a crash, and showering her with the leftovers.
“Ooohh, oof, please, ugh, help me” she whimpered, but despite the crash of the cart nobody had heard. The impact on her stomach had made it hard to breathe, and pains were shooting from her ankle.
“Ow, ow, I fell, Judith?” begged Anne, but only the rain replied, pattering down noisily on the hard stone house.
Still, she was here, she thought, after a few minutes recovering. Her ankle still hurt, and her belly had been badly squashed.
“Well, at least there’s something I can do about that” she thought. There were leftovers, and she could eat them.
“Mmm”. She’d found another box of chocolates. One by one they went into her mouth. After a few, her excitement about feeding ignited again, and she started pushing them in two at a time. The new material in her stomach inspired her to greater and greater appetite. Fortunately she’d already been filled up a few hours ago before Judith left, so filling herself again didn’t take long. Using both hands, she forced more and more into her cheeks, gulping down anything edible she could get her hands on. She so loved having a full belly, and it was getting filled again.
Her moaning was coming frequently, between every swallow. As her belly began to approach its capacity, one hand was spared to reach around it, and just add to her over-stimulation.
Over-stimulated she was as her body was stuffed to its absolute limit, and her flying fingers were digging furiously between her legs. Anne began to lose all control, taking half a loaf’s worth of buttered toast and completely plugging up with mouth with it, then as she chewed and swallowed even more, both hands were struggling around her belly to reach.
“Mmm, there, please” she moaned through her mouthful, rubbing herself furiously.
Unlike poor Judith, Bertha did not butt in on her. Nobody disturbed her. With her mouth full of thick greasy toast, her belly full of everything else, and her pussy full of fingers her mind burst in white stars, her body convulsing, her every nerve ending firing over and over again in an explosive orgasm.
Slowly she realized that if her belly got much bigger, she’d need help at that.
“But there’s always Judith”, she thought with a soft smile, drifting off into another satiated doze.
