Duck and Cover

This is a story Tank gave me before he left the forum after being flamed for his wonderful "Brotherhood of Steel: A New Era".

When John met Tif she was 125 pounds, 22 years old, and as cute as a button. Tif had
jet black hair, blue eyes, and that albino white flesh he loved so much. Not to mention
the cutest face and the cutest pout in the world. What little fat she had then grew
perfectly, nice and even. When John told Tif that he wanted her to fatten up, she went
right to work fattening up for two months. All the while John woked in the basment of
there house on a suprise for Tif. When John was done with his project, Tif had gained 25
pounds of beautiful fat.
*****
"C'mon, tell me what it is." The blindfolded Tif pouted.
"We're almost there, you can wait a few more moments." John led Tif down the stairs of
there house. "We're here!" John took off Tifs blindfold.
Before Tif was a huge white room where there used to be two. In the center of the room
was an extremly cushy Push-up reclining chair (Although it could serve as a bed)with a
bunch of cranks (Tif guessed to ajust it's sides) and switches. The front wall was covered
by a giant mirror, on the cieling was an overhead TV, and the left wall was covered with
cabinets and two fidges. "Whats all this for?"
John lifted Tifs shirt, grabbed her belly and jiggled it causeing Tif to squeak and giggle the
way he loved so much. "I'm going to fatten my little chubby up!"
"I'm not chubby!" Although Tif was joking she new verry well that she was quite chubby,
she still acted, walked, talked like a little girl trapped in a fattening body. When she went
to the beach she would show off her belly and jump around like it wasn't even there.
John took off tiffs shirt and shorts revieling a custum made black bikini specialy dezined
so that it could be ajustable up 9 feet, and the bra could be pulled over her breasts no
matter how big they grew (John wanted Tifs breasts to stay nice and round on her chest).
He sat Tif down in the chair and went to the cabinets and fridges to gather some items.
15 sticks of butter, a quart of heavy cream, a small bag of sugar, some chocolate shake
mix, and some tablets.
"What ya gonna do with all of that?"
"You'll see." John took the ingreediants and puored them all into a rather large container
above her head on the back of the chair and mixed them togeather. When it all came
togeather, it was the biggest, most fattening chocolate milk shake Tif had ever seen.
"Now these tablets are suppossed to help your stomach, make it stronger or something,
it sais 2 are a dose..." With that John poured the whole ten-pach box in a glass of water
and poured it down Tif's throat. He then grabbed a rather large straw from behind Tif
and handed it to her. "Now I want to fatten you up as much as posible today, so you
drink as fast as you can, or there will be no icecream for you later."
Tif loved Icecream above all else. "Is it mint cookies and cream?"
"Yep." John opened the freeze box to reveal cartons of her favorite icecream.
Tif looked at the icecream longingly...then at the straw...then at the icecream. Tif closed
her eyes and sucked on the straw like there was no tomorrow. So entwined on her task
was Tif that she didn't even notice how big her belly was getting. With each gulp her
stomach rose higher. It took ten minutes for Tif to suck and pant her way through the
giant shake, at which time her belly was huge. Although Tif new she should be moaning in
pain she wasn't. Her stomach had a warm and tought feeling to it, the more she had
drank the better she felt. "MMMMMMMMM."
"Those tablets must realy be doin there job! You must be full though.
"Well...I don't feel hungry...and I don't feel full. My belly feels like it could fit more
though. I wonder what it feels like when its completly packed...Give me a bottle of that
cream.!"
"I hope I can fill you up even more tomorrow." John handed Tif a quart of milk.
Eagerly Tif chugged away. She could feel her tummy growing, streching, filling up. When
she finished, Tif felt packed...but it felt so wonderful when her skin streched. Tif couldn't
help it, she motioned for another anf john handed her a half a gallon. It was the most
erotic feeling in the world, feeling her tummy strech beyond it's limits, she knew it could
burst at any moment but she was determined to finish the cream. When she emptied the
jug Tif looked 9 months pregnant. "MMMMMM, now I'm full." Tif rubbed her
distended belly. Hre tummy was now as full as it could, a great feeling, but she graoned
at the saorness of her skin.
As if almost on quew John flipped a switch and Tif felt two padded disdks press up
against the sides of her belly. "This will help your stomach ajust and sooth your belly."
John flipped another swich and the disks started vibrating, masaging her tummy. The
jiggling motion of that beach ball drove John crazy, but to his dismay Tif fell asleep
before he could do anything about it.

Tif woke up to find the vibrating had stopped and her belly settled down. Before she was
fully aware of her surroundings John set a huge plastic bowl filled with atleast ten cartons
of icecream. John turned the on masager to keep her semi-asleep, and shuvled spoon
after spoon of icecream into her awaiting tummy. Whenthe bowl was empty, her stomach
was yet again streched out (although not painful like before). Tif slipped back into
slumber land thinking the binge to be only another dream.
Again Tif half awoke when the vibrating stopped, only to have John bring out the bowl
that had before been filled with icecream, only now it was filled with pasta shells dripping
in about two bottles of oil. John again turned on the mesager and shuvled the food into
her mouth untill her belly was full once more.
When next Tif awoke, it was she who found John sleeping peacfully. Tif quietly got out
of her chair and groggely waddled over to the fridge (She practickly moving on impulse
alone), removed 2 qaurts of cream, then located 2 boxes of oreos from the cabinets. Tif
sat down and turned on the overhead TV, and mindlessly gorged away at her coockies
and cream. When midnight snack (she could only guess what time it was) was done, Tif
turned off the TV and turned on the mesager, barely awair that she had even woken up.
******
"So I see we had a little midnight snack, eh?"
Tif was startled to awairness by the question, vaigly remembering her food filled
dreams...or were they dreams? Oddly enough the first words to come to mind were "I'm
hungry."
"Well first we need to weigh you." Tif was starting to pout. "After I weigh you I'll feed
you to your hearts desire." John lifted a section of the arm rest to reveal a small screan.
He pushed a button and three digits flashed before her eyes...1-6-7. "Thats your weight."
"Sevinteen pounds in one day!?" Tif stood up swayed over to the wall-mirror. Her
breasts were larger, her belly hung further over her waist, and her hips spread further out
to meet her sides and beautiful love handles. "Fatten me up!"
******
It continued for the entire month. Content to keep her belly full and taught, Tifiny woulf
often have to drink a couple gallons of cream when she woke up so that she could keep
it full when she ate (Seeing as how just eating would never stuff her tummy). At the end
of the day Tif would drink cream untill her stomach was as streched as her skin would let
it to keep her full through the night. Without the tablets (that she took more of each day)
Tifinies stomach would have exploded.
At the end of a month Tif weighed 800 pounds. Her huge thighs grew outward locking
her legs togeather and flowing lushiously over the chair (that had been cranked out to
leave her space). Her thighs met evenly with her fat calfs and soft yet slender ankles, and
grew further out as they met her round soft hips. Laying down her hips met perfectly with
her sides witch held her massive round belly in there boundries. From her sides Tif's belly
rose curled over her soft bouncy lap. Tifinies breasts were to perfect round beach balls.
******
"You look beautifull!" Tif stood (with help from John) in front of the wall mirror admiering
her fat. Standing up her sides formed several beautifull pairs of luv handles, each looking
exactly alike. Her white belly flowing past her waist.
"My belly feels nice and warm...I'm hungry! C'mon, fatten me up!"
John wrapped his arms around tifinies tummy as far as he could go and squeezed,
burrying his face in her fat. then he grabbed her luv handles and pulled them back and
forth causing her stomach to sway for about five minutes. "Boy you've gotten fat."
"I'm not fat!" Tif pouted, she was so cute!
"Well, lets do something about that." John helped his wife of 2 weeks to the chair. John
removed 9 gallons of cream from the fridge. Tifinies belly rose as she drank, though it
was less noticable do to her massive size. "Your on cream detail for the next week. If
you can fit it, you drink it."
Tif barely hurd him through her chugging. "more." John handed her another two quarts.
Things were starting to get tense, but Tif was determined to keep going. "more." another
two quarts. "More." Another two quarts. It was hurting now, but it felt great, she needed
more pain! "More!" Hesitantly john handed Tif one more quart. Tif forced it down her
gullet, when the last drop hit her quivering lips she dropped the jug with a moan. John
instantly flipped the mesage switch. As the pain settled Tif looked down at her bloated
round belly. Waves of fat vibrated back and forth over her body.
"I love you." And with that John made passionate love with his wife under her quiverving
tummy.
******
Another month went by and Tifiny had more than doubled her weight and now weighed
2136 pounds. Laying down Her pudgy soft ankles met with her fat even calfes, they
curved up to her beautiful lushious things then her wide perfect hips. Those godly
apendiges met with her round, luv-handle covered sides. Tifinies perfect belly rose above
her giant breasts and flowed past her knees back over her soft thighs.
"OK you can take off the blindfold."
Tif removed the blindfold that had kept her in the dark while John ajusted the chair-bed.
There was now a 20 gallon tank above it connected to a funny looking tube. "Is this what
I think it is?" Her question was quikly answered as John slipped the tube down her throat
before she could say a word. John poured gallon after gallon of cream into the tank,
when it was completly full he turned the release vavle. As she filled up Tif swayed her
belly back and forth, moving to the rythem of the sloshing. When finaly the tank was
empty, Tifiny felt the familiar fullness. taking the tube out to talk, "Now put in another
twenty."
"Twenty?"
"I know how much I can take."
"OK.." John refilled the tank and cream intantly started filling her tummy. She could feel
her skin stretch, widen. It was becoming painfull, yet she was in orgasms. She was
streching like she had never straeched before, but she was determined...
As the last five gallons made there way down, Tif felt jolt, then her stomach settled
down. She again felt empty! She could go further! She removed the tube again. "More,
give me more!"
"But-" John was cut off by the cutest puppy face know to man. He poured and poured.
The tank was emptied atleast three times.
Tif was starting to get tight agian, but there was more room to strech than ever. By the
forth tank Tifiny erupted into orgasms as her massive tummy streched.
"That's it, I'm out of milk."
"What!? I must have more! Hook me up to the faucet"
John obeyed his wife and watched in fascination as her belly rose.
Tif just laid back and took in the feeling. When the tension was unbairable she nodded
her head.
The chair had by now become a flat, bed. John walked around his wifes massive belly,
rising to form a perfect half circle. "Boy you've gotten fat."
"I'm not fat!" Tif pouted, then turned her attension back to her belly, swaying back and
forth. Tif sang to the sawying, "Yummi Yummi Yummi I got fat in my tuuummy"
"But whats gonna happen to it all?"
"I don't know, but it feels good!"

That's hawt.

Does this happen before or after the Emperor has hot, sweaty butt sex with Vree's granddaughter?

wait


how does she shit?

By recycling, Meg. Recycling.

That was simultaneously hilarious and disturbing. Thanks . . .

POOPERSCOOPER wrote:2136 pounds.

AHAHAHAHAHAHA, gods . . .