I can't stop eating. I just love it so much. After years of strict dieting and exercise I was excited to finally be eating for two. When I found out I was eating for four I was overjoyed. My lifelong dream of growing a huge pregnant tummy was about to come true, in spades.
Due to my excessive eating habits I grew quite quickly. As soon as I knew I was pregnant I began eating huge meals and snacking all throughout the day, and it showed. By the time I hit the five month mark I looked like a normal woman at full term. Now I am entering my final month and I am quite sight to behold. My toned, athletic features have softened a little. My hips are a little wider and my thighs have filled in. The tight butt I once had as been replaced by a full on ghetto booty. But all of these things are nothing compared to what has happened to my boobs and belly.
Massive, heavy, milk-filled udders now hang where a set of modest but perky breasts once were. Before my pregnancy I was a B cup. My breasts were spilling over EE cups when I gave up on bras all together two weeks ago.
Sticking out below my boobs is the largest pregnant belly I have ever seen. As a result of frequent gorging and constant snacking my once trim tummy has become an incredibly huge, pregnant beach ball of a belly. I am 5 feet 6 inches tall and with my belly now measuring at 70 inches around I am very proud to say that I am bigger around than I am tall. I can hardly believe it! The only thing unbelievable is my weight. Less than a year ago I was a svelte 120 pounds. I am well over 200 now and I am hoping to crack 225 with my feast today.
To celebrate the beginning of my final month I am embarking on my biggest gorge fest I have attempted yet. The entire dining room table is covered with rich delicious food loaded with calories that will help me pack on the pounds and add inches to my already huge belly.
I love feeling my clothes get tight across my body as I eat. For this meal I have chosen a white tank top that fits snugly around my impressive bust and comes about halfway down my belly. There really isn't such a thing as a shirt that can completely cover my belly anymore. I have given up on bras. My massive belly holds my boobs up and my tight shirt keeps them from wobbling out of control. For bottoms I am wearing a pair of black cotton short shorts that hug my hips and butt quite nicely.
All day has been spent cooking and getting ready. It is finally time for my feast. Sitting at the head of the table I start off with the rolls. Handful after handful of sweet, buttery, doughy bread passes my lips. Before I know it I have finished off two and a half baskets of rolls. After powering through the last half basket it is time for my next course, soup. All of the creamiest, heaviest soups are laid out before me. It takes over a half an hour, but I somehow manage to put away nearly a gallon of soup. The taste was amazing, but it is nothing compared to the sheer bliss of gentle sloshing sound I hear when I shift in my seat.
Time for a short break. The results of my binge are already starting to show. As I lean back in my chair I can't help but notice how tight my shirt is getting. It was tight before, now it looks like it is painted on. There is not a crease left in the fabric. My shorts feel a little tighter as well. Perhaps I will make it to my 225 goal tonight.
Alright, back to work. Time for the entrees. Now I know at a fancy dinner there is usually a salad course, but salads are for girls who are trying to stay thin, and I am definitely moving in the opposite direction. I ate far too many salads in my thin days. My friends all keep asking me about how I am going to get my figure back. I don't think I want to get my old figure back. I have found my true figure and I love it!
To start off the entrees I have lasagna. Two deep pans of it lie before me, but not for long. Several plates of fettuccine layered with alfredo sauce soon follow the lasagna down. Enough carbs for a while, now for some fat. I have always been a big fan of fried foods, but I never ate many because I was trying to stay thin. Now, with caution and concern about weight thrown to the wind I can eat as much of it as I want! Three full buckets of fried chicken are demolished faster than you can say Kentucky fried.
After another brief breather I start in on three large beef burritos. Eating those wasn't even a challenge. But the last entree will certainly put my eating skills to the test. An extra, extra large 24" New York style pizza loaded down with pepperoni and sausage. I am getting pretty full, but I want to finish the pizza so I can get to my goal, and more importantly, get to dessert. Slowly I eat the pizza, my white top has miraculously stayed clean this entire time, but it is getting tighter and tighter. After a big slice I let out a long deep sigh and with that I hear the seams on the side of the top beginning to creak and strain. I begin to wonder if I'll ever be able to get the shirt off at the end of the night because of how tight it has now become. It only covers the top quarter of my belly and my boobs are starting to squish out of the top. I can't see them very well, but my shorts don't seem to be faring much better. They too have grown so tight that they are starting to cut into my hips.
I finally finish the last of the pizza and now I am ready for my final course on this epic binging adventure. Dessert. I have waited my whole life to eat a dessert like this one. A gallon of ice cream, a cheese cake, a chocolate cheese cake, two trays of brownies, and the crowning achievement, a three tiered chocolate and red velvet cake. Then as a little treat to top it off and celebrate finishing the feast there's a big box of decadent chocolates.
My belly has definitely grown over the time I have been at the table. It's getting hard to reach around the vast pregnant dome that swells out from just under my breasts and ends close to my knees. Even with my legs spread wide apart I can only get just close enough to reach the table. Luckily for me the top of my distended belly forms a neat little shelf for setting things on. I grab the first carton of ice cream and begin the dessert of a lifetime.
I alternate between cartons of ice cream, handfuls of brownies, and slices of cheese cake. My clothes are starting to give out under the pressure. Small tears form at the seams on the side of my tank top. I never thought the sound of threads popping could turn me on so much. Even more of a turn on comes from down below. My shorts have grown so tight that they are rubbing against my clit under the table. Between the eating, the growing, and my shorts rubbing I am the most revved up I have ever been in my life. I try reaching down there to pleasure myself, but my massive pregnant gut has grown in the sides as well as out front. I can't reach under it to get to my soaking wet pussy. Oh well, there are worse problems to have I guess. *wink*
The ice cream, brownies, and cheese cakes are all gone. Now it is time for the great dessert challenge, three tiers of chocolate and red velvet. When I sit back to admire the cake before me I notice that the seams on my shirt have torn open a couple of inches and the shirt looks more like a sports bra than a tank top. It is making almost no effort to cover more than the top two or three inches of belly. Maybe when I'm sitting back I might be able to reach down under my belly and relieve some pressure. I reach down there to find that not only are my shorts soaked completely through from my excitement, but they are also starting to tear apart. My hips and butt must have grown a little.
Since it is hard to reach the table I cut off a big slice of cake and balance it on a little plate on my belly. The first bite of cake creates such an explosion of rich and delicious flavor in my mouth that I nearly orgasm on the spot. This cake is absolutely amazing! Even though my bloated pregnant gut is stuffed to the brim with food this cake is so amazing that I just can't eat it fast enough. Quickly I find that balancing the little plate is not effective so I begin cutting off slabs of cake and eating them right off the bare skin of my belly. The feel chocolate on my skin, the taste of cake in my mouth, and the constant friction of my overstretched shorts of my clit sends me into a state of sheer bliss. Time has lost all meaning, I have no idea how long it takes, but finally I finish all three tiers of the cake.
Both my tank top and shorts are making audible popping and tearing sounds. There is no doubt that I have grown bigger. My belly is sticking farther out both to the front and the sides. My boobs are straining the top of my shirt. Warm pillowy breast flesh is rising out of the top of the shirt like dough and the fabric is starting to tear in the middle. I can't see them, but my thighs feel a little softer and my butt feels a little rounder. Somewhere in the process of using my belly as a plate for eating the cake I got a little chocolate on my shirt. It's not a big deal. I am pretty sure this shirt is almost done for.
Well I have finally finished my massive feast, all that is left is my box of celebratory chocolates. I slowly lean back and survey the scene before me. The table is covered with empty plates, bowls, buckets, and baskets. All of the food they once carried is now inside the bloated sphere resting in my lap. I can't believe I did it. The feeling of being this pregnant is better than I could have ever imagined.
I decide to go over to the couch to rest and eat my chocolates. The chair creaks loudly as I lean forward. Then very carefully, with one hand holding on to the table and the other one supporting my massively overloaded gut I stand up. It takes a second for me to adjust to my new center of gravity as the weight of my belly settles down onto my hips. Then I grab the chocolates and begin the trip to the couch.
Usually the short walk from the dining room to the living room is nothing. But with over two hundred pounds of pregnant glory to carry it makes the distance seem much longer. All I can manage is a slow waddle across the room. As I waddle my shorts rub even harder against my clit. My whole crotch is soaked and my eyes flutter as I try to focus on just making it to the couch.
After another minute of waddling and wobbling I get to the couch and drop the box of chocolates on the armrest. As I bend to sit down my tank top and shorts finally reach their limits. With loud tearing sounds my clothes explode into tatters all around my and I fall heavily back on to the couch. My huge boobs wobble like jello on top of the most enormous pregnant belly you have ever seen. The sheer weight of pregnancy pins me down to the couch. Over the past couple hours I have slowly worked up to the greatest sexual arousal of my life.
I wish you were here. If you saw pregnant, naked, horny little me stuck on the couch like this you'd know exactly what to do, wouldn't you? *wink*
Due to my excessive eating habits I grew quite quickly. As soon as I knew I was pregnant I began eating huge meals and snacking all throughout the day, and it showed. By the time I hit the five month mark I looked like a normal woman at full term. Now I am entering my final month and I am quite sight to behold. My toned, athletic features have softened a little. My hips are a little wider and my thighs have filled in. The tight butt I once had as been replaced by a full on ghetto booty. But all of these things are nothing compared to what has happened to my boobs and belly.
Massive, heavy, milk-filled udders now hang where a set of modest but perky breasts once were. Before my pregnancy I was a B cup. My breasts were spilling over EE cups when I gave up on bras all together two weeks ago.
Sticking out below my boobs is the largest pregnant belly I have ever seen. As a result of frequent gorging and constant snacking my once trim tummy has become an incredibly huge, pregnant beach ball of a belly. I am 5 feet 6 inches tall and with my belly now measuring at 70 inches around I am very proud to say that I am bigger around than I am tall. I can hardly believe it! The only thing unbelievable is my weight. Less than a year ago I was a svelte 120 pounds. I am well over 200 now and I am hoping to crack 225 with my feast today.
To celebrate the beginning of my final month I am embarking on my biggest gorge fest I have attempted yet. The entire dining room table is covered with rich delicious food loaded with calories that will help me pack on the pounds and add inches to my already huge belly.
I love feeling my clothes get tight across my body as I eat. For this meal I have chosen a white tank top that fits snugly around my impressive bust and comes about halfway down my belly. There really isn't such a thing as a shirt that can completely cover my belly anymore. I have given up on bras. My massive belly holds my boobs up and my tight shirt keeps them from wobbling out of control. For bottoms I am wearing a pair of black cotton short shorts that hug my hips and butt quite nicely.
All day has been spent cooking and getting ready. It is finally time for my feast. Sitting at the head of the table I start off with the rolls. Handful after handful of sweet, buttery, doughy bread passes my lips. Before I know it I have finished off two and a half baskets of rolls. After powering through the last half basket it is time for my next course, soup. All of the creamiest, heaviest soups are laid out before me. It takes over a half an hour, but I somehow manage to put away nearly a gallon of soup. The taste was amazing, but it is nothing compared to the sheer bliss of gentle sloshing sound I hear when I shift in my seat.
Time for a short break. The results of my binge are already starting to show. As I lean back in my chair I can't help but notice how tight my shirt is getting. It was tight before, now it looks like it is painted on. There is not a crease left in the fabric. My shorts feel a little tighter as well. Perhaps I will make it to my 225 goal tonight.
Alright, back to work. Time for the entrees. Now I know at a fancy dinner there is usually a salad course, but salads are for girls who are trying to stay thin, and I am definitely moving in the opposite direction. I ate far too many salads in my thin days. My friends all keep asking me about how I am going to get my figure back. I don't think I want to get my old figure back. I have found my true figure and I love it!
To start off the entrees I have lasagna. Two deep pans of it lie before me, but not for long. Several plates of fettuccine layered with alfredo sauce soon follow the lasagna down. Enough carbs for a while, now for some fat. I have always been a big fan of fried foods, but I never ate many because I was trying to stay thin. Now, with caution and concern about weight thrown to the wind I can eat as much of it as I want! Three full buckets of fried chicken are demolished faster than you can say Kentucky fried.
After another brief breather I start in on three large beef burritos. Eating those wasn't even a challenge. But the last entree will certainly put my eating skills to the test. An extra, extra large 24" New York style pizza loaded down with pepperoni and sausage. I am getting pretty full, but I want to finish the pizza so I can get to my goal, and more importantly, get to dessert. Slowly I eat the pizza, my white top has miraculously stayed clean this entire time, but it is getting tighter and tighter. After a big slice I let out a long deep sigh and with that I hear the seams on the side of the top beginning to creak and strain. I begin to wonder if I'll ever be able to get the shirt off at the end of the night because of how tight it has now become. It only covers the top quarter of my belly and my boobs are starting to squish out of the top. I can't see them very well, but my shorts don't seem to be faring much better. They too have grown so tight that they are starting to cut into my hips.
I finally finish the last of the pizza and now I am ready for my final course on this epic binging adventure. Dessert. I have waited my whole life to eat a dessert like this one. A gallon of ice cream, a cheese cake, a chocolate cheese cake, two trays of brownies, and the crowning achievement, a three tiered chocolate and red velvet cake. Then as a little treat to top it off and celebrate finishing the feast there's a big box of decadent chocolates.
My belly has definitely grown over the time I have been at the table. It's getting hard to reach around the vast pregnant dome that swells out from just under my breasts and ends close to my knees. Even with my legs spread wide apart I can only get just close enough to reach the table. Luckily for me the top of my distended belly forms a neat little shelf for setting things on. I grab the first carton of ice cream and begin the dessert of a lifetime.
I alternate between cartons of ice cream, handfuls of brownies, and slices of cheese cake. My clothes are starting to give out under the pressure. Small tears form at the seams on the side of my tank top. I never thought the sound of threads popping could turn me on so much. Even more of a turn on comes from down below. My shorts have grown so tight that they are rubbing against my clit under the table. Between the eating, the growing, and my shorts rubbing I am the most revved up I have ever been in my life. I try reaching down there to pleasure myself, but my massive pregnant gut has grown in the sides as well as out front. I can't reach under it to get to my soaking wet pussy. Oh well, there are worse problems to have I guess. *wink*
The ice cream, brownies, and cheese cakes are all gone. Now it is time for the great dessert challenge, three tiers of chocolate and red velvet. When I sit back to admire the cake before me I notice that the seams on my shirt have torn open a couple of inches and the shirt looks more like a sports bra than a tank top. It is making almost no effort to cover more than the top two or three inches of belly. Maybe when I'm sitting back I might be able to reach down under my belly and relieve some pressure. I reach down there to find that not only are my shorts soaked completely through from my excitement, but they are also starting to tear apart. My hips and butt must have grown a little.
Since it is hard to reach the table I cut off a big slice of cake and balance it on a little plate on my belly. The first bite of cake creates such an explosion of rich and delicious flavor in my mouth that I nearly orgasm on the spot. This cake is absolutely amazing! Even though my bloated pregnant gut is stuffed to the brim with food this cake is so amazing that I just can't eat it fast enough. Quickly I find that balancing the little plate is not effective so I begin cutting off slabs of cake and eating them right off the bare skin of my belly. The feel chocolate on my skin, the taste of cake in my mouth, and the constant friction of my overstretched shorts of my clit sends me into a state of sheer bliss. Time has lost all meaning, I have no idea how long it takes, but finally I finish all three tiers of the cake.
Both my tank top and shorts are making audible popping and tearing sounds. There is no doubt that I have grown bigger. My belly is sticking farther out both to the front and the sides. My boobs are straining the top of my shirt. Warm pillowy breast flesh is rising out of the top of the shirt like dough and the fabric is starting to tear in the middle. I can't see them, but my thighs feel a little softer and my butt feels a little rounder. Somewhere in the process of using my belly as a plate for eating the cake I got a little chocolate on my shirt. It's not a big deal. I am pretty sure this shirt is almost done for.
Well I have finally finished my massive feast, all that is left is my box of celebratory chocolates. I slowly lean back and survey the scene before me. The table is covered with empty plates, bowls, buckets, and baskets. All of the food they once carried is now inside the bloated sphere resting in my lap. I can't believe I did it. The feeling of being this pregnant is better than I could have ever imagined.
I decide to go over to the couch to rest and eat my chocolates. The chair creaks loudly as I lean forward. Then very carefully, with one hand holding on to the table and the other one supporting my massively overloaded gut I stand up. It takes a second for me to adjust to my new center of gravity as the weight of my belly settles down onto my hips. Then I grab the chocolates and begin the trip to the couch.
Usually the short walk from the dining room to the living room is nothing. But with over two hundred pounds of pregnant glory to carry it makes the distance seem much longer. All I can manage is a slow waddle across the room. As I waddle my shorts rub even harder against my clit. My whole crotch is soaked and my eyes flutter as I try to focus on just making it to the couch.
After another minute of waddling and wobbling I get to the couch and drop the box of chocolates on the armrest. As I bend to sit down my tank top and shorts finally reach their limits. With loud tearing sounds my clothes explode into tatters all around my and I fall heavily back on to the couch. My huge boobs wobble like jello on top of the most enormous pregnant belly you have ever seen. The sheer weight of pregnancy pins me down to the couch. Over the past couple hours I have slowly worked up to the greatest sexual arousal of my life.
I wish you were here. If you saw pregnant, naked, horny little me stuck on the couch like this you'd know exactly what to do, wouldn't you? *wink*
