by the Korgmeister
Another long day in the office was about to draw to a close. Perhaps today I could go without one of my visits from Clarissa the mail girl. Poor Clarissa, she was an incredibly good looking girl by most people's standards. Long, silky red hair framed a face with baby blue eyes, a delicate nose and a smile that never faded. She stood at six foot one with fair skin that matched her hair and eyes beautifully and had a slim, elegant figure. Not my type. I like girls short and compacted. Maybe it's just proportion but only five-foot-somethings had the measurements that could sitisfy me. I liked 'em god and curvy. Poor Clarissa. She was infatuated with me and had no problems reminding me each day as she passed my cubicle. For the first few weeks the daily ritual was flattering, then annoying. Now it had grown deeply embarrasing, with all the guys at coffee break saying she was an easy score and I should go for it. I replied that I preferred making love to women with curves, that way I wouldn't get bruised. The other guys responded with hoots and hollers. I told them, if they wanted Clarissa, they could have her. Trouble is, Clarissa wants nobody but me. Just as puch out time Friday nearly rocked past, there came that sound I was begginning to dread. The mail trolley came past, and Clarissa with it. She came into my cubicle (walking in a way she might think was sensuous but I found deeply amusing). She came right up to my chair and said "Weekend's nearly here, sugar. How about you enjoy it woth someone else?" She gave me a wink. This was her ususal Friday routine. I was about to give her another one of my polite blow-offs, but then an idea popped into my head! I had always wanted a chance at stuffing a woman silly, but they were never willing, always too damn figure concious. But Clarissa, maybe there was a chance my crazy idea could work. I stood up and faced her. Looking her in the eyes for the first time in a long while. I asked her "You'd do anything for a date with me, right?" Her eyes widened and her smile grew larger, she licked her lips. "I thought you'd never ask. I've had the ropes and nurse's outfit waiting for this day for a long time" I blushed at such a sugesstion. While I might be a feeder (she didn't know that, nobody here did) that doesn't mean I like other kinky stuff. "Well," I replied, startled. "Maybe something like that for another time, but I've got a better idea". She gave one of those dirty little smirks. I sat down again in the chair and put my hands around her waist, drawing her a little closer to me. It was sumertime and she was wearing a crop-top. Exposing her (oddly) milky, white tummy. This was odd because she wore them all the time in a bid to get my attention. I run my hands up and down her stomach, her skin growing warm at my touch. The skin was baby-smooth, but her stomach was flat and firm. "You see this?" I said to her. "Yep, alot of work went into that" she replied. "Not my style, tongiht we're gonna change it". She looked down, shocked. "What sorta gym do you know that can do that in a night!" She asked. "Not gym" I said, a devilish grin growing on my face. "An all-you-can-eat buffet" The devilish grin spread to her face. Then the grandfather clock in the office started the Westminster chime, it was five. I stood up, got my briefcase and left the office with Clarissa on my arm and the wolf wistles of my co-workers in my ears. She refused to let me change out of my clothes but insisted I go to Smorgys right away. Oh well, I thought, better strike the iron while it's hot. I got two dinner tickets and a table for two, we sat down. Time to tell her the rules of the game. "Okay, Clarissa, you want to have sex with me, right?" I always did take the direct approach, never fails, didn't now. "More than anything else She breathed. "Well, here's the deal. I like women with big tummies, and the problem is, yours is small. This is the arrangement. You need to eat as much food as you possibly can. If your waist grows ten inches bigger, I'll have sex with you. If you get fifteen inches bigger, then we get to play again next week. The game ends if you can't make the grade. Got it?" She sat there, deep in thought, pensive. Then she finished thinking and smiled beamingly. "Sure! I'll do it" I deicided to help the poor girl along, she would need it after all. "Here's some tips. Fatty foods like meat stay in your stomach a long time, eat those first. Starchy foods expand if you drink water after eating them. Forget vegetables and sugray stuff, they'll do you no good. Let the games begin" Personally, I kept to a modest three-courser. With a salad entree, a joint of lamb and chocolate mousse dessert. After all, new suits are expensive. Clarissa hoed in with earnest. She took a huge plate of chops and began scoffing the lot. After she finished, she rubbed her bely, which had not visibly grown yet. She got herself another plate of meat. Beef, dripping with fat. As she began eating it, her belly started swelling. The stomach can get very big, in fact, it can extend almost to the hip if really stretched (wihch Clarissa's would, tonight). Visible extension of the abdomen would only occure once the stomach has grown beyond the ribs. I thought you might like to know, my brother is a doctor and he tells me all sorts of little things like that. She finished the plate and burped, massaging her stomach. She had a little pot forming just below her bellybutton. I guessed that she had grown three inches so far. "Well, now onto Pasta". She returned with a dinner plate stacked eight inches high with pasta And began shovelling it into her mouth with merry abandon. She finsihed the plate and sat there, breathing heavily for a few moments. Her stomach let out a loud gurgle and began a low moaning. "Don't you start complaining" She said to her tummy. "You're getting your rest when I get him inside of me" She returned with another plate of pasta this one a whole ten inches high. Each swallow now stuack her belly out even further. But about halfway through, her momentum ran out. "Phew!" She said "I'm so full, my stomach is aching". I was a fair man, so I gave her another hint. I went off to the par and came back with a foaming schooner of Newcastle Brown Ale, my favorite beer, and soon to ber hers, for helping her out of this one. "Drink this" I told her "The alcohol will sooth your stomach" She grabbed the schooner and gulped it down. The water reacting with the pasta and sending her belly out to about twelve inches now. She finished it and cried "Another!" I went to the bar and got her another schooner. She gulped it down, now she had definately reached the fifteen inch mark. She finished the rest of the pasta and drank another schooner of Newcastle. *Note* For those of you who are dying to know. A schooner is a bloody huge beer mug generally used in England. This was definately enough, I helped her too her feet, her belly making a sloshing and groaning noise as she got up. I led her out of the resteraunt while the others waiting for their table stared, open mouthed. Sorry guys, this belly was mine! I heard a few remarks along the lines of "She's the one holding us all up" and "Now that's what I call getting your money's worth" I brought her back to my place and layed her on the bed. i went to the bathroom and had a shower (I like to feel clean before sex). By the time I returned, she was naked also. I grabbed by tape and meausred her waist. She had expanded an amazing twenty inches! "So, what's the verdict?" she asked. "Twenty inches" I replied. "What do I get for that?" she asked. I thought deeply, after all a reward was justified for such achievement. "We're allowed to publicly be an item" I finally decided. "I like that, now are we gonna do it, or what". "Huh? no foreplay?" That was my favorite aprt, especially in a situation like this. She sighed, 'Yeah, allright". I went up to her belly, it was huge, and noisy. I don't know if other guys get turned on by tummy noises, but I sure did. It gurgled and groaned and chrned like a vat in a chemical factory. I put up my ear to her left side (where the stomach was) and listened to the heavenly symphony of her digestion, revelling in it. She asked "What're you listening to my tummy for?". "It's beautiful music" I answered. "Thought it was just grumbling, myself" I pulled away from such wonderous noise, though I could still hear it audibly groaning and gurgling. I took a good look at her belly, her skin so tight it glistened in the the light. I caressed the massive, pale dome with my hands. I felt her sking growing warm at the touch. "Oh, I like that!" She cried. I took time to savour the sensuous caresses. Her belly was packed thightly with food and felt as hard as I was getting. I kissed her on the belly button, sticking my tounge into it's deeo carvern and feeling around. "Ooh! What is that, I've never felt that good and you're just kissing!" Clarissa cried out. I kissed her all over her belly, finally giving in the her cries of "Kiss me lower, pleeease kiss me lower!" Finally, the foreplay was over and it was time for the real thing. Lovemaking is a personal experience, and attempting to describe it is vulgar. I will say this much, we did it three times, and the incredibly erotic sensation of her belly pressing against me kept me going longert than I thought I was capable of. Afterwards, we lay panting like animals. We didn't bother with a post coital cigarette. Even a cigarette the size of the Goodyear blimp would do justice to the pleasure we had jsut experienced. We fell asleep in each others embrace. Words were not needed, what we expressed through our contact said enough. Waking up that morning, we were still in each other's arms. Her belly was still very large, but the bulge was lower now. I could feel it digesting as it was pressed close towards me. "Carissa, you awake?"....."Yeah" she moaned. "How are you feeling?" I asked her. There was a long pause, punctuated only by the sounds of her belly which continued to work off the night before. I felt her belly quivering agaisnt my skin. I felt the food moving inside of her. "Let's get married" She finally replied. Now it was my turn for a long, awkward pause. I placed my hand on her stomach. And to my surprise it felt soft and fleshy. "Why not" I replied. "I'll Do Anything" is © its creator, the
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