Fattening Betty (6)

Bit of a longer chapter today. Normally I like to have these uploaded for Thursday, sorry for the delay this week, its been pretty hectic at work. 

Again, mostly written by an Artificial Intelligence. I've added a few lines here and there to keep the program running smoothly without repeating itself.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 

The next day, the two girls work up late. They were both so stuffed from the night before they could barely move. But eventually they made their way to the living room where Fiona was waiting for them with a large breakfast spread laid out on the table. 

Fiona: Good morning, my little piggies! I hope you're ready for today because we're going to be eating... and eating... and eating! 

The girls' stomachs grumbled in response, and they eagerly sat down at the table, ready to stuff themselves once again. Fiona sat two tubs of lard onto the table with a heavy thud! She opened up the containers to reveal the thick, congealed grease and handed both girls a spoon. She then grabbed the bag of brown sugar and placed 2 giant heaps on top of the Lard buckets. 

Fiona: Now, eat up! The more you Eat, the more brown sugar you get! 

The girls didn't need to be told twice; they both eagerly dug in, scooping large spoonfuls of lard into their mouths. The grease was disgusting but it was also strangely addicting and before long they were both licking their spoons clean. Fiona watched with satisfaction as the girls stuffed themselves full of lard and then topped it off with a heaping mound of brown sugar. They were both so bloated they could barely move, but that didn't stop them from eating even more. 

Clara: Fiona, I don't feel so good. 

Fiona: Oh, you're just full. You'll feel better after you take a little nap. 

The girls both laid down on the couch, their stomachs protruding obscenely. They were in a food coma and would be for several hours. Fiona left them there to sleep it off and went to take care of some other business. When the girls woke up, they were groggy but feeling much better. Their bloated bellies had gone down somewhat but they were still very large; larger than they had ever been before. They both felt as if they were fatter already. Fiona walked into the room carrying two more tubs of lard and set them down on the table with a smile. The girls' eyes widened as they realized what was about to happen; Fiona was going to make them eat even more! 

Fiona: I told you this was going to be a jam-packed week. You two are going to be eating so much lard your belly's will touch the floor! 

The girls could barely contain their excitement as they eagerly dug in, shoveling spoonfuls of lard into their mouths. They were both getting so fat that it was becoming difficult to move, but they didn't care; they loved every second of it. 

Fiona: And just for being such good little piggies, I'm going to give you each a special treat tonight. 

The girls' eyes lit up at the prospect of more food and they clapped their hands together in anticipation. Fiona walked out of the room and returned a few minutes later carrying two large pies. She set them down on the table and pulled off the lid to reveal a steaming hot apple pie filling inside. 

Betty: Oh my god! This looks amazing! 

Fiona: Dig in, my pigs! You deserve it!

And with that, the girls dove face first into the pies, devouring them both within minutes. They were so full they could barely move, but that didn't stop them from asking for seconds. Fiona laughed as she watched her two piglets wallow in their own gluttony: squeezing in every last calorie, abusing their poor bellies by shoving more and more into themselves. Eventually though, the girls began to slow down, struggling with the sheer richness of their bounty. And with a small hiccup, both girls laid there, fattened bellies pressing against their legs, mouths stuffed with the last of the pie, unable to swallow because there was just no room. They had reached their breaking point; they were so stuffed that not even another bite could fit into their distended guts. 

Fiona: Good job, girls! You did it! You ate everything on your plates and then some! I'm so proud of you both! 

The girls smiled weakly in response, too full to speak. Fiona walked over and placed her hand on Betty's belly, which was now the size of a small watermelon. She then moved over to Clara who was in an even worse state; her belly was so bloated it looked like she might burst at any moment. Fiona rubbed their bellies soothingly as they struggled to catch their breath. It had been a long first day, but the girls had done an amazing job; they were absolutely stuffed full of food with not an ounce of room left inside them. And now it was Fiona's turn for some fun. She slid up next to Clara and straddled her fat laden legs. She placed her hands on Clara's glutted stomach and began to massage it hard, causing to Clara to whimper in both pain and pleasure. Fiona kneaded the glutton's doughy belly, pulling and prodding. She would squeeze her fat, seeing it bulge between her fingers. It wasn't until she started shaking the poor girl's belly that Clara yelped and quickly rushed her hands up to her mouth, as if to try to hold in the contents inside. Fiona stopped and looked at Clara with confusion. 

Clara: I'm sorry, Fiona. It's just that... my stomach is so full... I think I might vomit. 

Fiona: Well, that's to be expected. You did stuff yourself quite full today. But don't worry, I'll help you keep it all down. 

Fiona slid off of Clara and laid next to her on the bed before pulling the girl's head into her lap. She then took Betty in a similar position on the other side. With both girls' heads in her laps, she slowly began rubbing their bellies once again, this time more gently than before. As she massaged them, she also talked soothingly to them, trying to calm their stomachs and prevent them from vomiting up their hard-earned meals. The two gluttons began to moan. The feeling of Fiona's hands on their sensitive stomachs was more than they could handle; it was too much pleasure after already being so full. But despite their protests, Fiona continued to rub and massage them until finally Betty looked up at Fiona and said: "I think I can manage one last meal." And with that she rolled onto her stomach and pulled down Fiona's thong from underneath her skirt. 

Fiona: Betty, what are you doing? 

Betty: You're my dinner. I'm going to eat you up. 

Fiona: But I thought you were full? 

Betty: I am, but that doesn't mean I can't make room for dessert. So lay down and let me have my way with you. 

And with that Fiona laid down on the bed, her legs spread wide open, presenting herself as a feast for Betty's gluttony. Betty eagerly dove in, burying her face between Fiona's thighs and begin licking and sucking hungrily at her juicy pussy lips. As Fiona began to writhe around, Clara slowly slid off the bed and gingerly waddled to the kitchen. There she grabbed a box of donuts that Fiona bought earlier that day. As she walked back in the room, she saw Betty with her head buried between Fiona's thighs, lapping up her juices. She was about to say something but decided against it; instead, she just sat on the bed and pulled a pastry from the box. And as Fiona reached her climax, Clara stuffed one of the donuts in Fiona's mouth, muffling her screams. 

Fiona, shocked, quickly glanced at Clara but as Betty continued to go down on her, she had no will power to stop Clara's advances. And as Fiona shook from another orgasm, she found herself with another donut stuffed in her mouth and Clara eagerly licking the cream filling off of her fingers. Fiona feverously chewed, and with each orgasmic blast, more food was shoved into her face. By the time Betty finally allowed Fiona to come up for air, she had a mouthful of cream-filled donuts and her slim tummy bloated into her lap. 

Fiona: What... what just happened?

Clara: You needed dessert, so I brought you some. And now its Betty's turn. 

Betty: Oh god, I just had my dessert. 

Clara smiled mischievously: not quite what I meant. 

She held up the remaining donuts and with a wink and head nod, Betty caught on with what she was saying. Betty slowly worked her way up Fiona's body. Her massive frame pinning the slender girl to the bed. Betty grabbed a donut from the box and held it up to Fiona's face. 

Fiona: Please, Betty, I'm so full. I can't eat anymore. 

Betty then playfully said: You've never let that be an excuse for us. 

Clara, meanwhile, moved to the end of the bed. She could see Betty's fattened ass swaying playfully in the air. And so, she slid up behind the two girls, and lifted Fiona's legs over hers. And just as Fiona opened her mouth to ask what was going on, Clara plunged her fingers deep into Fiona and Betty. And as both girls gasped, Betty forcefully pushed a donut into Fiona's mouth. The donut filling squished out from between Fiona's teeth as she instinctively began to chew. But with Clara's fingers still inside her, and Betty shoving more food into her face, she found herself in a unique predicament; one that caused her belly to bulge even further. As the girls worked together, their combined efforts soon had Fiona moaning uncontrollably. 

She was in ecstasy; the feeling of being fed and fucked at the same time was too much for her to handle. And so, with one final push from both girls, Fiona let out a loud cry as she came harder than she ever had before. Her body shook and convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her veins. And as she came down from her high, Fiona was still in disbelief. She had just been fed and fucked by two of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen. And as they lay there together, their bellies swollen and round, Fiona mind was racing. She had never been the feedee in any of her relationships, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She gently caressed her engorged stomach, reliving each mind-numbing orgasm. The next morning, Fiona woke up to an empty bed. The sheets were pulled back and there was no sign of either Betty or Clara. Fiona rolled out of bed; her belly felt like it was made of lead. She grumbled and made her way to the bathroom. 

After a much-needed shower, she emerged from the steamy bathroom feeling refreshed. But as soon as she stepped out into the main room, she saw Betty and Clara sitting at the table with breakfast waiting for her. 

Fiona blushed: You two didn't have to make me breakfast in bed! 

Clara giggled: We know, but we wanted to surprise you. 

Fiona rubbed her tummy and smiled: I'm not sure I should have more food after last night! The girls all laughed as they beckoned her to sit down. 

Clara lied: Oh nonsense, it was just a onetime thing. Besides, we already ate so you don't have to worry about us finishing your food. 

Fiona blushed again and sat down at the table. As she went to grab a piece of bacon, Betty stopped her. 

Betty: Oh no you don't! You need something sweeter this morning. 

Clara brought over a plate stacked high with pancakes drenched in syrup. 

Fiona's eyes widened: Pancakes? But I'm so full from last night! 

Clara: Just try one bite, if you don't like it, we won't force you to eat the whole thing. Fiona took a small bite of the pancake and moaned in delight as the sweetness exploded in her mouth. Fiona put down her fork. 

Fiona: alright that was good enough for me, I'm not the one trying to get fat. 

Clara pulled her back from the table and straddled her legs. Fiona grunted at the heavy weight of her lover. Clara had such a sexy, sensual smile on her face. 

Clara: I think you're underestimating just how much of a turn on this is for me, Fiona. Seeing your stomach all bloated and stuffed full of food. It makes my pussy so wet! 

Fiona blushed with embarrassment, but she could feel her core heating up at Clara's words. The fatty reached over and grabbed the sticky stack of pancakes with her hands and took a deep bite. With syrup rolling down her chin, she bent down to plant a giant kiss on Fiona's lips. Fiona could taste the sweetness of the syrup, and she surrendered to her lover's touch. Clara pulled back quickly to see Fiona, mid-kiss and she stuffed the remaining stack of pancakes in the thin girl's mouth. Fiona's cheeks bulged as she fought to swallow the food. Clara giggled and kissed her again, this time slipping her tongue inside Fiona's mouth to play with the sticky syrup. Betty came up behind Clara and knelt down, gently spreading Fiona's legs apart. She had the girl's playtoys ready and slammed them into both girls. She gave Fiona's remote to Clara, and she held onto the other. As soon as Betty hit the power button, both girls let out a loud moan. 

Clara: Ohhh my g-god! 

Fiona tried to squirm away, but Clara was too heavy. She was stuck in her chair! Betty, feeling emboldened by her current power: So here's how this is going to work. Fiona, you are going to eat what Clara gives you. Each time Clara feeds you something new, her level goes up. Clara controls your pleasure. So if you make her happy, I'm sure she'll make you happy. But if you don't... well, let's just say I have a few ideas. 

Clara nodded her head in agreement. Fiona looked at both girls, not knowing what to say. She was still so full from the night before and she didn't know if she could handle any more food. But seeing the looks on their faces, she knew that they weren't going to take no for an answer. Fiona resigned herself to her fate and opened her mouth as Clara held up a forkful of scrambled eggs. As soon as the eggs touched Fiona's lips, she could feel Clara's legs clinch. The vibration set off an orgasm inside Fiona and she moaned uncontrollably as she ate the eggs. 

Clara: Delicious! I'm so glad you like them! 

Fiona blushed with embarrassment, but she could feel her core heating up at Clara's words. The heavy weight wasted no time. She grabbed a plate stacked high with bacon and started stuffing her face. Betty was in awe at how much food Fiona could put away and she didn't even seem to be slowing down. Between mouthfuls, Clara would lean over and kiss Fiona or run her hands along the other girl's body. It was clear that she enjoyed having complete control over Fiona. And as the last strip of bacon hit her lips, Betty turned up Clara's intensity. Clara shuttered, her legs squeezed harder against Fiona as she gasped for air. In turn Clara turned Fiona's level up as well. Her mouth stuffed with fatty bacon, and her face stained with grease and syrup, Fiona's head flew backwards, her hands grappled with Clara's back fat, squeezing hard, and her toes began to point straight up. 

Clara, barely holding it together, grabbed a box of a dozen donuts next to her, and as Fiona moaned, she was met with an overly stuffed jelly donut crammed into her mouth. Swallowing as much of the sticky treat as she could, Fiona moaned and grunted with her mouth full, fighting to keep herself from choking. The girls watched in amazement as Fiona just let Clara stuff one donut in after another. 

Betty: I had no idea she could eat like that! 

Clara: Neither did I. She's amazing, isn't she? 

After a few minutes, Fiona started to slow down, and her cheeks were bulging with food. Clara put the box of donuts away and grabbed Fiona's face with both hands. She kissed her deeply, their mouths meeting in a sticky, sweet mess. When they finally pulled apart, Clara asked, "Are you full?"

 Fiona nodded her head yes and leaned back against the chair exhausted. Betty came over and rubbed her stomach gently, feeling how tight it was from all the food. It was clear that Fiona was stuffed beyond capacity, but Betty didn't care, instead, she turned up the intensity once again. Fiona's eyes widened in surprise as the vibrations coursed through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, but it was different this time. It wasn't just about the pleasure, it was also about the fullness, the sense of being completely stuffed and helpless. Fiona cried out as she came harder than she ever had before, her whole-body trembling with pleasure as Betty and Clara watched on. 

When it was finally over, Fiona slumped down in her chair, utterly exhausted from all the food and orgasms. Her stuffed belly rose and fell with each shallow, labored breath. Almost immediately after the euphoria ended, she could feel it. The bloating, the discomfort, the sheer amount of food inside her. Betty: How do you feel? 

Fiona: I feel so full... and a little bit sick. 

Clara: Do you want us to help you to the bathroom? 

Fiona shook her head no. She wanted to stay right where she was, in the chair. She knew that if she got up, she might not be able to make it to the bathroom in time. Betty and Clara both laughed as they helped Fiona into a more comfortable position. They sat on either side of her, rubbing her bloated stomach and kissing her forehead. Fiona smiled, feeling content and satisfied despite the discomfort. It was clear that these two girls loved stuffing her full of food and as she wondered whether she really enjoyed it or not, an unknowing smile flashed across her face.