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Kinktober 2022 #15: Multiple Feeders/Feedees
🕑 Added 2022-10-16 03:05:42 +0000 UTCAll three of them were stranded in the living room, each belly-up in a different way.
Tami was sitting in her favorite recliner, reclining all the way back to give her as much room to stretch as possible. It wasn’t enough to relieve the deep ache in her stomach, and she couldn’t help letting out little moans of discomfort as she digested.
Amy was sprawled out on the couch snoring. Her solution to overeating was generally to immediately fall asleep. This had the benefit of bypassing any discomfort, though she did always wake up from her stuffing-induced naps completely groggy and still feeling too full. That didn’t much matter considering feeling just a little too full was her default state.
Norah was starfished on the living room floor with a bunch of blankets and pillows. Norah was the most recent addition to the trio. She was the most unused to binges like this, and her swollen belly jutted out hard from her slim frame.
Amy had been at this sort of thing the longest, with the figure to show for it. She was the sort of apple-shaped woman with weight stashed everywhere possible, from her chubby calves to her rotund belly. She had no qualms about this. She’d acknowledged long ago that the greatest component of her sexuality wasn’t attraction to other people, but attraction to food. The additional softness was merely a bonus.
Tami had started out as Amy’s roommate, and somehow they’d wound up getting together. Tami was the type to shrug it off and pretend “it just happened,” but really, she’d fallen in love with Amy’s unabashed gluttony and wound up along for the ride. Tami was, at least from the waist up, relatively slim. From the waist down, it was obvious Amy had rubbed off on her. Her ass had taken the brunt of her excesses, but the saddlebags at her hips and her increasingly thick thighs weren’t far behind.
Tami was more than a little put out by her own weight gain. Before she moved in with Amy, she’d been slim with the barest hint of an ass. But it was hard to encourage Amy into ever-increasing heights of debauchery without partaking herself.
This particular stuffing had been exactly such a case. They’d invited Norah over to hang out. Norah was a sometime bedroom partner who, like Amy, was generally more interested in food than sex. However, Norah was more interested in the results of her binging than the binging itself. She was rail-thin but dreamed of turning into a butterball like Amy. So they’d spent the afternoon smoking together and scarfing down everything in the house, and then ordered a completely gargantuan Taco Bell order for delivery.
Tami, per usual, hadn’t intended to order much for herself at all. But it was hard to gauge how much was too much when you had Amy to compare to. Amy had ordered multiples of practically every item on the menu, most with extra cheese and toppings. Norah had followed suit, though with a smaller selection, knowing that she didn’t yet have the capacity to blow through the entire menu two and a half times in one sitting. Tami had at first planned to order a couple beef and bean burritos and call it, but found herself adding some tacos, a Crunchwrap Supreme, and churros, and a few other things that sounded good on top of that. She wanted to blame it on the weed, but really it was the company. She told herself she’d save some to eat later and not wolf it down all at once.
When the food arrived, all three women were ravenous. Amy had made them ridiculously strong margaritas while they waited, so they were crossfaded instead of just baked. In the ensuing gastronomic orgy, Tami was entirely caught up, stuffing her face just as quickly as the two gluttons on either side of her. (Tami didn’t dwell too long on whether that meant she might be a glutton, too, rather than just an enabler.) It was only as she unwrapped the final bit of her meal – the last few cheesy roll ups she hadn’t already shoveled down – that she realized how full she was. Not only that, she had thousands of calories churning inside her, and she’d barely even felt them going down.
Norah had managed to finish her food, too, her belly blimping out, hard to the touch. Norah was glad she hadn’t tried to match Amy’s pace. She was already about to burst. Even though the haze of her own raging stomach ache, Tami was impressed, and more than a little turned on. Seeing someone right at the beginning of their gain, when they were still all bony joints and sharp features, absolutely gorging themselves was new to her. Amy had been fat as long as Tami had known her, though she’d been less fat when they met. But Tami tried not to dwell on those thoughts. The likelihood that anyone would be fucking before they spent at least a few hours digesting their feast was low.
Amy, surprisingly, actually seemed to be feeling the effects of her own binge. She was rarely able to push her own limits, especially once alcohol and weed increased her appetite and expanded her capacity. This had been an epic binge, though, and she could feel herself getting sleepy as her stomach glorped through enough calories to feed most people for several days. For once, Amy wasn’t even thinking about her next meal. She was sated and looking forward to a heavy nap.
It was easy to see what the future looked like for the trio. Amy would continue to grow into an ever-rounder ball of flab. Norah would soon be all curves and rounded-off edges, following in Amy’s heavy footsteps. And Tami would reluctantly gain right alongside them, even though she swore up and down that she was going to drop the weight and stop letting her girlfriends convince her to stuff herself until she couldn’t move.
For now, though, they would just take it one binge at a time.
