Carola
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"Of course," I playfully agree
, stroking the incredibly soft, plump, and yielding belly of my beauty, "then perhaps, to begin with, you shouldn't have tried to test just how much I could manage to fatten you up?""But it was supposed to be a simple test! A one-time experiment to see how easily I could make you do anything I ordered!" she protests, squirming her hefty hips to at least stay on her side, her figure is so overloaded in the front. "I didn't expect you to fatten me up THIS much, and it wasn't supposed to go on for a whole year straight!"
"No, I mean, you carried out my wish so well that I never managed to make you do anything else," Carola declares indignantly, slightly lowering her gaze to her breasts, which have spread out from fat. "And now it's too late. These colossal tits will never fit into that amazing leather corset of mine. I've gotten so fat that I can't even breathe properly when I'm completely naked. I have to sleep on my side so I don't suffocate under the weight of my tits and belly. And if I do manage to get out of bed with your help, this bloated sack of lard that my stomach has become hangs below my knees and barely lets me walk. Even if I somehow find a corset or something similar that can hold in all the packed-in fat your feeding has provided me with—I'll simply suffocate, unable to take a single step."
I cast an appraising glance over my overfed beauty from head to toe, from her round cheeks to her fleshy feet. Yes, with my help, her figure has acquired more than majestic contours, covered in countless layers of plump, soft fat—at least ten centimeters wherever you poke, but most of all on this incredibly fat belly and colossal breasts. Proud of my handiwork, I still clarify:
"Come on, can't you think of anything else now, even though my tender care has made you gain over two hundred kilograms?" I say, half-turning, pretending to be ready to play the role of a muse of inspiration. "You talk as if I were disobedient and fattened you up to the point where you can barely move; maybe I should be punished with a whip for that?"
"A whip? My tits and belly have spread out so much that I can't reach anything down there anymore," she moans and, risking losing her precarious balance, demonstrates that her vast body is indeed out of reach from about the navel down. This is also because her arms have swollen with fat, plump and soft. "Besides, since because of you I'm now over three hundred and fifty kilograms, my skin has become so delicate that I have to be very careful. Even if you hand me that whip of mine and stand at attention, I don't even want to imagine what would happen if I missed and hit myself on the tit—it would probably burst and all the fat would flow out."
"In that case, my lady, since you're not going to punish me, may I serve you again?" Having asked this, I take a plate with a strawberry cheesecake from the bedside table and hold it a few centimeters from her lips. "You usually seem most pleased with me when I feed you so many treats that your bloated stomach bulges like a ball, and you moan and whimper from overeating..."
"Yes! Stop!—No!—You can, of course, think of something else to keep me satisfied," she demands impatiently, her tongue already licking her plump lips, and drool appears at the corners of her mouth; her appetite becomes more and more insatiable with each passing day.
"Mmm, yes, your nipples are so noticeably protruding and very swollen," I remark and, reaching out, pinch one of the two dark red grapes; Carola's abundant body shudders with a wave, and a quiet, non-verbalizable moan escapes her lips. "I remember where those clothespins are that you used to pinch me in various places—or would you prefer me to just suck on your plump nipples with my lips and, perhaps, play a little with your tender and sensitive underbelly?"
"Mmmm... I... oh!.. They've become so swollen and sensitive this past month... it already hurts when they just rub against my stomach..." she purrs hesitantly as I twist the swollen, hardened nub between my fingers, and all her aroused body sways, covered by a wave of orgasm. I know that each such wave only increases Carola's desire to finally start stuffing her stomach. And as soon as her stomach is full, she'll demand that I shove more and more into her until she's stuffed to the point of passing out, so she's overwhelmed to the sky with diamonds; so it doesn't matter at all where we start—in the end, Carola will be lying, spread out as a weak puddle, stuffed to the point of passing out and having lost count of the orgasms that have overwhelmed her, unable to even move a finger, only able to breathe, hoarsely and heavily.
"Ohhh... okay, but after you bring me to the point where I can't even move, here's my next order. When you're done tormenting my poor tits, you are to immediately go to the kitchen and bring all the ice cream bricks we have in the freezer and feed me every last drop, so I pass out from overeating and sleep for at least twelve hours, clear?"
For now, the maximum Carola's gluttonous blackout lasts is about two hours, so we manage to have four, or even five such sessions a day. Let's see how much I can manage to shove into her this time...
"Attention and obedience," I feign a bow and cup her fat-swollen breast with both palms, just enough to cover the dark areola. Carola, rolling her eyes, moans wordlessly, greedily gulping air.