Monday, August 29, 2011

Chances Are Awfully Good....That I'm in Love with You

Jenna and Sloane's Story continues...Part 5

“What’s going on?” Jenna exclaimed. The two muscled guys had lifted her up so she was sitting on the tall wooden stool. They were still holding her upper arm, balancing her as Pia came to her side.
“Your husband has requested that you get a special treatment today as well,” Pia began, gesturing to one of the two men. He brought back a platter laden down with sushi – all well cooked considering her pregnant condition – and chockfull of vegetables. Sloane smiled, wordlessly. Sprawled out as he was on the heavily padded masseuse table, his abdomen was at full distention. Stuffed up to his eyeballs, he could barely breathe…let alone speak. Jenna had done her job well. Pia had worked on him as she had Sloane overfed…his belly ballooned larger than ever before. But, now it the spotlight would be on her.
“At your husband’s request, it is your turn to fatten up,” Pia said.
Keeping her eyes on her stuffed stud, Jenna said to him, “This is really sweet, but unnecessary. We came here as a special treat for you.” Jenna’s hand moved to her bloated abdomen just over seven months swollen with child.
He breathed in and out deeply as Pia moved back to his side, and gently kneaded his agonizingly swollen gut with long gentle strides. Jenna’s heart started pounding when she noticed the large cart being pushed in her direction by another well-muscled man. The dark-haired man, Johan, pulled away the coverings. It was an Asian banquet – a combination of Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Thai food – hot, steamy and…all for her.
The shorter sandy-haired man, Derek, at her left side said, “Your husband has said you are not eating your vegetables, so we have brought you many of those dishes for you to fill up on. Johan is your feeder and make sure you are adequately plump.” Derek introduced the man at her right side as Gavin. “Gavin and I will be responsible steadying you and keeping you from feeling hungry.”
Derek’s eyes were drawn to her enlarged abdomen which was already stretching the limits of her maternity chinos and cotton ¾ sleeved shirt. He could already in his mind’s eye her belly exposed and magnified…overblown…inflated…as she lay on the floor, too full to move.
At this juncture, Johan approached with a bowl of steaming green beans in pungent garlic butter. Seeing Jenna’s expression of concern, Johan said, “This is every pregnant woman’s dream – to eat to her heart’s content. Eat, enjoy.” Then with her arms being held by the other two, Johan began feeding her.
One bowl was followed by another and another. Jenna’s cheeks were stuffed full, munching away at one delectable dish after another…her belly becoming tighter. Forkfuls after forkful from both sides were pushed into her. She began to feel like the fatted calf as she chewed…CRUNCH…CRUNCH…CHOMP…After finishing the first tier a half hour later, Jenna was breathing deeply. Her maternity shirt now clung to every bulge and curve. The seams were pulled tight across her ballooning belly so easily seen through the taunt fabric.

“Come on, Baby,” Sloane called to her from the massage table. “You can’t stop now. Baby, you’re puffing up like the Goodyear blimp. You look so hot!”
“No, I’m too full!” Jenna grunted, rubbing her distended belly. But, before Jenna could protest again, a California roll was stuffed into her mouth by one of her feeders.
Pia helped Sloane from the table and sat him down nearby so he could fully view the scene. “The table is waiting,” she said.
Jenna was gently pulled from her perch and brought toward the massage table. Heavy with child and fattened with food, Jenna’s breathing was becoming laborious. Johan and Derek poked and rubbed her distended belly as they helped her peel off her tight clothing. Upon looking down, she noticed that the button on her pants had popped open – probably some time ago, the zipper partially unzipped.
Jenna attempted to roll onto her belly, but at this advanced stage in her pregnancy there was only so far she could roll onto her swelled abdomen. Her hand reflexively stroked her belly as she changed her strategy and rolled instead on her back. She felt as if she had swallowed bricks, the heaviness in her belly reminded her she was stretched nearly to capacity. Her ravenous appetite – the one she had arduously kept in check during the last few months - had been visibly satiated. Pia softly massaged her distension with warm oil, amazed at its stretched, glistening roundedness.
“I’m glad you had me stop eating,” Jenna giggled, patting the sides of her abdomen. “I fear that Sloane I would have fattened up so enormously that he would have had to roll me home.”
Jenna laid face-up, completely nude…rounded and plump, with now a noticeable increase in the size of her belly. From her pregnancy, Jenna’s already ample breasts were swollen to the size of melons. Jenna waited patiently for Pia to begin on her. She was sure she was going to enjoy a good belly and body rub in her enlarged state.
Derek and Johan came to her sides and to her surprise…began to suckle her enlarged rosy nipples. She moaned as they licked and sucked. Pia came over and began her massage – her hands glided across the enlarged swell of belly. Jenna would have squirmed on the table if all her weight had not kept her in one place.
This went on for some time…driving Jenna crazy with lust…until her eyes widened in surprise as huge containers were placed on a long table in front of her prostrate form by her hefty spouse. “No…no…” Jenna pleaded. “I’m so full. I can’t do it…I can’t eat another bite.”
Sloane’s hand came to rest under his wife’s swollen belly, and he took the opportunity to reach over and push in on the outstanding protuberance. Belching in response, Jenna blushed. “You said you knew my secret desire…but it is I, who know yours. You love the idea of being fed…gobbling up all that wonderful food…your belly swelling into a huge ball…” he began, kneading her rounded abdomen – massaging the hard balloon of her straining belly. “You want me to call you a fatty girl, don’t you? You’re turning into a real porker…but this is only the beginning. I’m gonna fatten you up until you resemble a beached whale.”
Jenna moaned in response, attempting to roll toward him, but was so weighted down that she could only turn her head – just barely. Her nipples were full and tender from their recent stimulation. Her breasts were ripe and inviting. But, Sloane resisted the temptation of licking them…he had other ideas in mind for his submissive wife.
“I’m gonna have them blow you up like in Willy Wonka…roll you across the floor…” he continued, stroking her face. “But, you look like a stuffed turkey…just not with enough stuffing…not yet that is.”
The two men returned to Jenna, but it was only Johan who took his place above her head…reaching out to grasp her ample breasts and tenderly rub her nipples so stunning in their expansion. Derek came to her side, opened up the plentiful box of decadent pastry and began feeding her again.
As Jenna was forced to wolf down each piece, her massive belly swelled even more magnificently, stretching out farther before her. In the meantime, Pia had raised her masseuse table until it was almost into a sitting position. Sloane waddled toward Jenna’s toes, spreading her legs, rubbing her ankles.
Jenna lay prone and red-faced, breathing hard. She tried to spread her legs a wide as possible in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure as her massively bloated belly which swelled even larger. It was being forced to inflate well past what she had thought would be possible. She forced her plump thighs wider, but to no avail...the pressure was growing too intense and this wasn’t help to relieve her mounting discomfort. Jenna belched and grunted as they made her consume more and more sweets.
My god, she thought. I’m huge! What had I done to myself?
“Oh my poor dear, I’m afraid that if you eat one more bite you will pop. Your belly is so incredibly taunt,” Sloane replied, hunkering down on a low stool between her quivering thighs.
“Humm…mmm…yup…mmm…” only came out of Jenna’s chipmunk swollen cheeks. She felt like a prize hog being fattened for market.
She shivered as Sloane’s hand brushed her inner thigh. His tongue coming to rest on her soft, puckered rosebud. She was at his mercy, moaning as Derek’s fingers increased their stimulation of her engorged tits.
Pia palpitated her protruding belly. “Mr. Sloane, your wife is approaching her utmost capacity. She’s as tight as a drum,” Pia warned.
Jenna groaned, painfully full, she couldn’t control the shuddering of her body as she was slowly being brought to orgasm.
“My dear wife, you’re a blimp,” Sloane said seductively. “You’ve blown up like a balloon. But, perhaps not quite enough.” At that moment his face dove into her sex…latching on…sucking long and hard.
Jenna screeched, he hips begging to move, but so heavy. “More…feed me more…gonna burst wide open…please…oh, please…”
“Come on,” Derek cheered on, prodding her overfilled tummy. “Eat up, tubby. That’s right fatso, open your mouth and eat for your man.”
“Yes…yes…mmmm…gonna explode,” Jenna replied, coated in sweat, hiccupping and burping with her belly spread out before her, unable to move, total under their control.
Their intensity increased. She was thrashing as she came over and over again. Se was totally dazed, and unbeknownst to herself, managed to raise her head. But, her towering belly blocked her view of her beloved spouse. She panted like a dog and reclined. She couldn’t even speak. She was so incredibly stuffed. Never in her life did she ever get to this state.
Sloane hobbled to her side and kissed her full on her rosy lips. “Surprise, my love,” he whispered into her ear.




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