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In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.

It was a beautiful Halloween night and although most were out trick or treating; Valerie lounged at home on her couch. It had been a few weeks of her dating her college crush, and although they were close, Her girlfriend Katie didn’t know everything about her, like her MASSIVE love for bellies. One of the most memorable aspects of Katie was her cute chubby belly. Katie of coarse was oblivious to all this, but she loved that her ‘flaws’ didn’t bother Valerie. As Valerie relaxed at home, Katie was out picking up some food for them to eat for the evening. Little did Valerie know, that Katie was starting to figure things out on her own and wanted to test her theory tonight by purchasing A LOT of fast food. She had gotten, 5 Big Meals, 10 Large Chocolate Shakes, 10 Large Fries, 2 Triple Stack Double Cheese Layer Burgers, 6 2-liters of soda, 12 Burritos, 12 cookies, 3 Large Cakes, 2 big Tubs of Ice Cream, and of coarse, Candy and a lot of it. Not for the kids though~ Her plan was to bring it home and start gorging herself to see how Valerie would react, and she was soon to find out, that she was correct. Valerie was about to send another text to Katie but there was suddenly a knock at the door. When Valerie opened the door, her face went a little pink as it usually did when she’d see Katie’s belly out on display. She didn’t often have it out, but when she did, Valerie would just about pass out. Her belly wasn’t always so fluffy, but since living with Valerie it had grown slightly. Her jeans used to be a bit loose and now they fit her quite snuggly, some of her belly overflowing it’s sides but not by a lot. Her navel was like a perfect sphere that dipped in quite deep and very beautifully complimented her plushy tummy. When she returned back to reality she realized she had been standing there for a few seconds just looking down at her girlfriends belly and blushed a bit more. “H-hey Katie, so how was the shopping?” She asked but seeing how much food she had purchased both confused her and excited her. Could she maybe finesse Katie into eating more food than normal or perhaps see her belly grow a little bigger. “It was great, I got so much for me to eat, I mean for us to eat” she giggled at her intentional mistake. “Yeah I can see that” Valerie laughed in too. And they both brought the food into the kitchen. Katie reached and grabbed one of her sodas from the tray of drinks. Slurping up the fizzy carbonated beverage, burning her throat a little as it traveled down into her belly, soon returned by a cute but unladylike belch and a small “excuse me~” even though she knew neither of them really cared. “So how has your night been? Anything good on TV?” Katie asked while drinking more of her soda. Unknowingly her belly pushing up against the counter top. Although her belly was very secure in her yoga pants, the loose fabric made it easy for her belly to squish into things unlike her jeans where it wasn’t as noticeable. “Yeah a few shows, I finally finished Humans and now I’m starting on The Talking Meds, it’s basically about People who were medicated in a dystopian society, but once they stopped taking their pills they realized it was all a lie, it’s really good!” Valerie explained with joy. Which Katie always found cute. “Well when I get the time I’ll see” she smiled gulping down the soda, since by inch until it was completely gone with a raspy slurp signifying that She had finished it off. She threw away the cup as a very deep burp escaped her soft lips. “Woo, sorry~” she giggled with a blush. Valerie just smiled loving it, loving all of this. She never would have thought that someday she’d be with Katie but somehow she pulled it off and the effort definitely paid off. Before Valerie could grab hold of a burger, Katie swiped it and began to eat it. She wasn’t very gentle about it either. She was absolutely devouring it like it was the last burger on earth. The constant munching and gulping after each big bite started to really get Valerie going. The idea of watching a movie tonight went out the window, this was better than any movie she could find and before she knew it, the entire bigger was gone. All that was left was some on Katie’s lips that she licked off and licked her fingers promptly thereafter. “Mmm, nothing beats MickeyD’s” she smiled and reached for another burger eagerly. Valerie was in awe but she too was a little hungry and when she reached for one of the bigger burgers, Katie grabbed her wrist and moved it over to one of the smaller ones, followed by a wink. Valerie’s heart began to race. ‘Did she know? No, how could she she possibly know?’ She wondered to herself as she watched Katie finish off the bigger burger just as fast as the one before. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you hog all the food did you?” She smirked. “A girls gotta eat” she said and she stuffed a big handful of fries into her mouth. Valerie had no words, she took the smaller burger and began to eat it, still watching Katie eat however. One large fry down and a several more to go. As Katie set the empty fry box aside, Valerie noticed her belly looking a little bloated now, or at least a little bigger than it did before. Katie grabbed another soda cup and made her way to the dining table where she relaxed happily in her chair, Valerie followed and sat across from her. Valerie at her burger, enjoying its flavors but not nearly as much as Katie seemed to. She chugged her soda down, constant gulping was heard as well as gentle sloshes from Katies belly, the sloshes were what really caught Valerie off guard and her gears were really turning now. As her heart raced so fast now and her breathing a little heavier now. Katie finished off this soda too with a very large deep bubbly belch and a sigh. “Mmm~” she placed a hand on her belly. “Sooo, what’s next” Katie said aloud but more said to herself than to Valerie. She reached forward and grabbed another box of fries and ate them, one after another the box slowly emptied. And she drank more of her soda. Then grabbed one of the cookies. It was rich in flavor and the texture was smooth, it practically melts in your mouth. Before she knew it, she was eating 2 more then 3 more, then 6 more… and all 12 were gone. She licked her fingers as her belly made a rumbling sound deep within. “Sounds like I need more food in me” she giggled. “A-are you sure you sh-should be eating that much?” Valerie said nervously as her face was now very pink, this was like a dream come true that she would love to never wake up from. “Is it a bad thing? I’m hungry” Katie said as if she didn’t just eat a family sized meal and then some. “No no, it’s okay, I just never see you eating th-that much” Katie grinned. “Hey what if I ate all of this tonight? You think I could?” She leaned in a little giving a very seductive look Valerie’s way. “Y-y-yes, definitely, if you um-“ she gulped nervously. “Okay~” was all she said before sitting back and stuffing a burger in her mouth, chowing down on it and eating it like a wild animal, and then another and another. Valerie just watched as she saw Katie’s belly literally grow by inches. It noticeably stuck out farther and now pushed up against the table she sat by, her belly was completely out on display and only growing bigger by the seconds. Soon the burgers were cleared and the fries went next, she began to drink the mostly melted milkshakes quickly. Meanwhile Valerie had just then finished her burger, and was full already, not that she’d even want to eat more, the less food she’d have meant more food for Katie. Two shakes down and her pace was beginning to slow. Her belly now overflowing her yoga pants and squishing up on top of the dining table. “Hey do you think you could um.. rub my-“ before she could finish, Valerie was already there. “YES! I mean, yeah sure” she hesitantly placed her hands on her belly. This was the first time she had ever touched her belly, or any belly for that matter. Her skin was smooth and her belly was soft, a bit too soft, her fingers sinking into its softness. It was like a huge jiggly fat water bed of lard. It was better than she could have ever imagined. Katie smiled looking up at her. “You like big girls don’t you?” She grinned devilishly causing Valerie to light up. “I-I-I… y-yeah, I really love big girls” she finally said, accepting defeat. “Well good, now as your girlfriend, it is your sworn duty to keep me happy yeah? Now go feed me something!” She demanded and as if on que, her belly rumbled. She wasn’t sure if it was out of hunger or fullness, how could she possibly still want more! “O-okay” she smiled happily and looked at the rest of the food. Picking up the ice cream she brought them to Katie. At this point they both melted and Katie easily drank both of the big tubs, swelling out her belly exponentially. Her belly was absolutely huge, about 3-4 times larger than it had began with. And all of a sudden the chair she sat on, gave up and it collapsed under her, causing her to crash down to the floor with a thud. Her ass was like a soft padding so it wasn’t all bad. The disturbance however caused her belly to grumble and a huge burp to pass her lips. Several seconds later it ended, giving more room to continue, and so, she did. Soon enough all the ice cream was gone and the rest of the shakes were gone just as quickly, only expanding her belly larger as she lay on the ground. Next were the burgers which she swallowed practically all at once, each gulp deep and forceful, until all 12 were gone. Katie looked at her enormous belly and wondered if it was actually a good idea to have eaten this much, but she had some left. Valerie grabbed the cake and fed her forkful after forkful, until Katie decided to just grab handfuls and eat it like a pig. Which just so happened to be much much faster. And just like that all that remained was several liters of soda. “Oh gawd, I don’t think I can drink that much soda, maybe an hour or ago but-“ her belly growled feeling more than beyond overstuffed. “-I got to finish…” Before Valerie could intervene, Katie popped open a bottle and began to chug, closing her eyes. One hand holding the bottle and the other on her belly. Valerie massaged her overfilled waterbed girlfriend, with so much inside it was a miracle she was still so soft. It was almost like food would just instantly turn to fat. Valeries hands sink in a few inches into her softness and it was pure ecstasy. After a few moments, Katie finished off the 2 liter, beginning on the second was a bit more of a challenge. As her belly grew larger and larger. Escaping the reach of her fingers, she would no longer be able to touch her belly button anymore with how big her belly was becoming. Soon enough the 2 liter was gone followed by the 3rd, 4th, and 5th. Finally on the final 2 liter of soda. Her belly was almost bigger than she was and it seemed to just keep growing bigger and fatter even after her not eating anymore. Her body trying to digest the thousands of calories she had just consumed in less than 3 hours. Valerie on the other hand had drank the other 2 large sodas from the previous meals, knowing Katie would probably not be able to drink them, she was right… Katie gulped and gulped until the very last drop and lay there feeling exhausted. Her hand fell limp to the ground and the large 2 liter bottle rolled out of her hand, empty. “Oh my gawd! Katie, you fucking did it!” Valerie said, literally hugging Katie’s belly. She smiled feeling so loved when her belly growled and rumbled and an enormous belch blasted out of her. It came from her very core, incredibly deep and powerful, bubbly and airy, it went on and on, followed by several equally as powerful deep burps. Her belly inflated a bit but not by too much. “Ahhh, that was a relief, I feel so much better now.” Katie smiled and looked towards Valerie, seeing her in pure euphoria, redder than a tomato. She hugged her belly again, only causing her to burp a little more. “I love you Katie” she kissing her belly lovingly. “Well I thought it was something you might like, and I love you too so I thought why not” her belly gurgled. “Well… I guess there’s a few reasons why not eheh” Valerie smiled and kissed Katie’s lips passionately. “It’s okay, you know I love you no matter what” Katie smiled and lay there feeling super heavy. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get up for a little while now, mind if we sleep here” “Sure, I’ll go get some blankets” Valerie left and came back with pillows and blankets, getting all snuggly with her. “Hey, it is Halloween, you still got that candy?” Katie grinned causing Valerie to blush again. “After all those burps I think I’ve got some more room~” Valerie kissed her passionately and she took off to the kitchen to grab the jumbo bag of candy. Katie ripped into it and devoured all of them viciously, wrappers and all. She smirked, kissed Valerie goodnight and cuddled her as she quickly fell asleep in her arms. “Goodnight” Valerie said softly, kissing her cheek as she slept soon after. 😜 Happy Halloween Everyone 🎃

***********Trent's POV***************** Mel opened her dorm door for me, smiling wide but also looking-- nervous? I pulled her into a tight hug, hoping she couldn't feel my developing beer gut against her. I sucked it in, but to my surprise, under her hoodie I felt... "I put on some pounds," I admitted, hoping to make her feel better about her own gain. Mel bit her lip, then sighed and removed her hoodie. "Me too. And I blame my roommate, who is the best cook." I looked at her up and down. She looked amazing. Her jeans were skin tight, showing off her hips and thighs. She had a figure that I didn't think an athlete was capable of. Her shirt was tucking into some mid-rise jeans, and she had just the smallest padding on her belly. She wouldn't even have been considered overweight, but I understood her hesitation. "Look," I said, lifting my shirt and pointing to the fifteen pounds I'd put on. "You look beautiful. Okay?" "Okay." ********** We ventured to the dining hall for dinner

(This story contains stuffing, force feeding, and some burping. Also, sexual scenarios and a bit of profanity, I guess. If that’s not your cup of tea, nobody’s forcing you to be here! For the rest of you, please enjoy!) “Oh my god. That was a lot,” she groans, settling into the driver’s seat. “Even for me! You sure know how to treat a lady.” She grabs onto your hand and gives it a quick squeeze before turning the key in the ignition. “Happy anniversary, baby,” you say in response, softly caressing her thigh. “I know how much you love all-you-can-eat sushi!” “More like how I can’t control myself around it… ugh.” You lean over to kiss her cheek, and she turns to you and smiles. She looks absolutely gorgeous tonight. Her resplendent brown hair is curled to perfection, falling down to her shoulders in a sparkling cascade. She’s wearing her favorite puffy jacket since it’s chilly outside, but as the car’s warm air starts to blast, she unzips it to reveal a short black dress. A chic, thin belt adorns her waist, complete with an ornate buckle that sits an inch or so above her navel. She leans in to kiss your lips, and you can feel a warm sweetness lingering in her breath. She wants you. You reach across her for the seatbelt. “Better buckle up for safety,” you say with a smirk. As you bring it across her waist, your fingertips softly drag across her stomach. “You’re so predictable,” she replies with a playful eye roll, “always making moves to touch my tummy.” “Hey,” you retort, “I’m just lucky to have somebody who likes what I like!” “Couldn’t agree more, babe. I love you.” “I love you too, cutie. Let’s roll.” Finding a hot girl who wanted to be your feedee has been, without a doubt, one of the greatest things to ever happen to you. It’s a genuine dream come true.  She pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main stretch of road. As you approach the first stop light, you can’t take your eyes off her. She notices. “What?” she half-asks and half-laughs, a grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye. “You just look so beautiful tonight.” “Oh, stop,” she guffaws, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Not happening!” The light changes from red to green. “I have to focus on driving! Don’t go distracting me, you goof.” You let her be for a little bit… but you can feel your desire to touch her becoming impossible to ignore. Finally, you slide your hand between her back and the car seat, caressing just above her hips. Your fingers ever so slowly find their way beneath her jacket, and she lets out a contented sigh as your hand traces along the small of her back. Your touch becomes a little bit more firm, and you can feel her posture adjust. She’s sucking in. “You know what I’m thinking right now?” you ask. “I bet I do.” “If you’re sucking in-” you reach around her front with your free hand, “-you’ve still got plenty of room.” The palm of your hand settles on her upper stomach, and your fingertips gently skim across the fabric of her dress. “Guilty as charged,” she replies. Her waist relaxes, and before your very eyes, the belt starts to dig into her tummy, tightening as the resistance behind it is finally allowed to build. She’s rounder now; a lovely little food baby. Your fingers trace lazy circles over the surface of her belly, firm but still somewhat squishy. She rocks her hips, her coat rustling against the carseat as she gets more comfortable, settling into your loving hands. Her breathing gets a little bit heavier, causing her gut to gently heave. During deeper breaths, you can see how tightly the belt digs into her waist. She’s so fucking hot. With your left hand on her back and your right hand rubbing her sushi food baby, you start to apply a bit more pressure. She can feel your enthusiasm. “Come on, baby, don’t get carried away. We have all night! Besides-” the next words were a sultry murmur… “-I know that you’re not even close to finished feeding me.” “What if I don’t want to wait?” You whisper back, words dripping with fervent desire. She raises an eyebrow. “Baby, we’re driving home. It’s gonna have to wait!” “Oh, really?” You reach around the back of your seat to a compact cooler that you stowed away before dinner, pulling out a two-liter bottle of Cherry Coke; her favorite. “I think you’ll finish this before we get to our destination.” Both of your hearts flutter. You’ve been fantasizing about forcing her to drink a two-liter for a long time now. She knows that the thought of it drives you crazy. “In the car? Like this?” She acts like she’s protesting, but it’s all for show. “What if I don’t finish? We’re ten minutes away, and I’m so stuffed after dinner, baby,” she pouts. “If you don’t finish in time, you’ll be drinking four liters as soon as we get home, and that’ll just be the start of it!” “I couldn’t possibly do it… you’ve already made me soooo full…” she twists her waist from side to side, brushing her stuffed belly against your hand. Her cheeks have taken on a rosy flush, and her breath is growing even hotter and heavier. “Do you want me to pop like a balloon girl right here in the car? Is that what you want?” she playfully moans. “Better get ready, because as soon as we pull onto the highway, we’re getting started!” The turn is coming up. You twist the cap, feeling the clicks as it comes undone in your hands. She starts to merge and speed up, taking a deep breath. The fizz cuts the atmosphere with a sudden hiss. Your hearts are pounding louder than ever. “Baby, please-” You press the open bottle to her lips. A sudden rush of pop pushes its way into her mouth, and her flushed cheeks begin to puff up as they fill with the drink. “Mmmnn!” she protests, doing her best to focus on the road in front of her. A stream of Coke escapes the corner of her mouth, carrying some of her dark red lipstick as it rolls down her chin, across her collarbone, and eventually flows into the valley of her splendid, perky breasts. You watch her neck and chest heave as she begins to gulp greedily. She’s doing ok… but she’ll have to work faster if she wants to finish on time. You start to pant with unbridled thrill and desire; it’s time to pump her full. The rush causes you to lift the bottle higher, upping the flow. “Hmmmn, mmmmm!!” she exclaims, eyes widening and cheeks getting fuller. “Come on, be good and drink it down. You’re not gonna make it at this rate, balloon girl!” She starts to take bigger swallows to keep up with the fizzy drink pouring into her throat. One of her hands has moved off the steering wheel and now rests on the side of her belly. It was almost imperceptible at first, but now, you can see that it’s slowly growing; swelling and rounding out as the sweet soda is mercilessly funneled into her mouth. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. You pick at the ornate belt buckle with your finger and thumb, twisting, turning, and pulling. It’s starting to lose its flexibility. You watch as the brown leather of the belt starts to become more and more strained, fading into an ocean of black as her waistline continues to stretch from the forced feeding. She squirms in her seat, trying to stop swallowing for a moment to inhale through her nose. A mouthful of Cherry Coke gushes out of her pursed lips as she furrows her brow at you, giving you a pleading look. “If you fail to swallow any of it, I’ll make sure that you make up for it later!” you say in response. “Mmmmphh…” she groans, tapping your thigh multiple times. That’s the cue that she needs a break. As you lift the bottle away from her lips, she takes a deep breath, but her first exhale is interrupted by a short, sharp burp. “Ohhhh… I need a minute, baby. I’m getting- urp -so fucking full. I can still feel the pressure building…” You press your hand into her upper stomach, and she lets out a fierce belch. “Can’t we stop here? You can fill me up all you like at home.” “Come on, we’re only a quarter of the way through, love! How long is this break gonna last? You know there’s much more in store for you if you can’t pull it off,” you reply callously. You’re not usually this nasty about it, but something about tonight makes you want to be especially forceful. “This time, I’m not taking the bottle away from your lips until you’ve had twice as much. Be a good girl and drink!” “Y-yes baby,” she replies, biting her bottom lip. Oh my god, she loves it. She takes it back in her mouth willingly, gulping more desperately and quickly this time. You rest one hand on her tummy; you absolutely must feel the way that she swells up. Time to talk dirty. You lean in close to her ear- close enough for your breath to raise the hair on her neck and give her goosebumps. “Can you feel the way that the drink mixes with the rice inside of you? Absorbing into all that grain… I’m sure that by now, your dinner is even bigger than it was when we got in the car. Isn’t that right?” She moans weakly as a reply. “Better not slow down, though. If you do, I’ll really make you feel like you’re going to explode. I’ll cuff you to the bed, arms and legs…” “Mmph…” She glances into your eyes for a moment, and a shiver runs down her spine. Her legs quiver for a moment. You know that she’s wet as fuck. “That’s when I’m gonna put a funnel in between those pretty, dark red lips.” “Gluph…. Gulph… gulp…. Mmhmmm…” She wants to hear more. “I’ll dress you in one of your work button-downs. Maybe put you in one of those little pencil skirts that you like so much… yeah. That’s when I’m gonna start pouring gallons on gallons of milkshake down your throat. I’ll watch as you helplessly get fuller… and fuller… and fuller still. It will be my pleasure and privilege to watch you bust every single button on that shirt. You like that, you slut?” “MMMPH!” You notice that her hand starts to wander down to her between her legs. “Pop… pop… pop. One by one, they’ll come undone, revealing your soft skin- begging to be touched, begging to be kissed, begging to be rubbed as you start to look six, then seven, then eight weeks pregnant. Even then, I won’t stop. I’ll just keep force feeding you, making you drink as much as I please, until finally…” her belt buckle gives into the pressure of her expanding belly, blasting open with a distinct click. “Well, that’s when you’ll bust right out of that little pencil skirt.” With that, you lift the bottle away from her lips a second time. This time, before she can even try to breathe, she lets loose an earth-shattering belch. “Ohhhhhh…. You’re gonna make me explode, baby…” “Well,” you say, “that’s only if you don’t finish what’s left of this.” Even without the Coke rushing down her greedy throat, you can still feel her stomach noisily filling up with carbonation. The swelling is not slowing down. The fabric of the dress has tightened enough to see the outline of her deep innie belly button, punctuated with a silver piercing. Even sitting all the way back in the carseat, her tummy is mere inches away from touching the steering wheel by now. Once again, you fit your left hand in the small of her back and place your right hand squarely on her overfull belly. This time, there is no belt to restrict your movements. You rub the tight, dark globe all over, leaning in hard with both hands while dipping your fingers into her taut navel. In between sparkling little carbonated burps, she moans softly, lifting up her dress to completely expose her tight, enormously swollen gut. The moonlight coming through the car window allows you to get an excellent look at it. “Look what you’re doing to me, babe… and I’m not even done drinking yet!” Aside from jutting out in the front, her belly has started to fill out rather exquisitely on both sides. Round is an understatement. It’s on its way to looking like she swallowed a beach ball. “I wonder,” she croons with a sultry whisper, “if you can turn my innie into an outie tonight.” With only a quarter of the two-liter left and minutes to go, you say in response: “Let’s find out.” (I may do a part two depending on how well this story is received! Let me know if you’d be interested!)

Things had gone from bad to worse. You’d only been at school for a few hours today and already there were multiple girls promising you a romantic encounter after school, and you didn’t know what to do. Just when things seemed like they couldn’t get any worse, your old enemy Erika came over to you just before third period started. You had half a mind to take off in the other direction, but the last thing you wanted to start was another chase after how poorly you’d fared against Victoria & Jaspreet. “Don’t worry cutie, I’m not going to hurt you.” Erika informed you gleefully, you knew anything that could make her this happy was sure to mean trouble for you. “I just wanted to let you know that Violet is looking for you.” Erika couldn’t hold back her laughter when she saw the look of panic on your face when you heard Violet’s name. Violet was possibly the only girl in school who hated you more than Erika. While you had never dated any of the girls in your school Violet was the only one

Author's note: tried to do something a little softer and more wholesome for the holidays. Rest assured, I have more feedism/intox stories in the works! Tags are just typed at the bottom of the text, as I am on the mobile app and there isn't a separate spot to put tags? If anyone knows the solution to this, please let me know. Thank you for reading! --------------- When I first moved into your spare room, I was definitely on the smaller side. Adult life had bulldozed me, and I learned quick meals and protein bars were the easiest way for me to eat. If I had to make something more complicated, chances are I would just forget to eat entirely. You, on the other hand, loved to cook, bake, and create different cocktails. Every overindulgence in the past few years showed on your body, curves cascading down your back and flaring at your hips, and your belly often hanging over the waistband of your pants. You quickly picked up on my food habits and were quite frankly appalled. "How can you not love food? Every flavour, every texture? Food is art to me. Have you had good food before?" I shrugged because, no, not really. My experience with food thus far had been boxed pastas, cans of soups and chilis, whatever frozen meals were on sale, and various boxed snacks. Eating them didn't bring me a fraction of the joy you got just from talking about food. Thus began your mission of making me fall in love with at least one dish. You really could have stopped at the first dish. The leek and potato stew blew my mind. I had never had leeks and found potatoes flavourless mush. But somehow, you managed to make such mundane ingredients into a symphonious dish, tastes layering over one another. I could not get enough. The warmth spread from my stomach to encompass my body, and in my cozy bliss, I just kept eating, chasing the high of this delectable experience. I had eaten so much my stomach didn't even slosh when I painstakenly got up from the table. Your first success spurred you into overdrive. You sought different flavour profiles and combinations, testing to see which ones would make me melt. Most of them did. Most days, I was coming home to the scent of dinner leading me down the hall, with an underlying sweetness hinting at dessert. You tried a wide range of cuisines. Pot pies, various proteins with rice and veggies, curries from all around the world, and so many different types of pasta. Desserts include cobblers, doughnuts, pies, cakes, and a variety of pastries. I could not believe how much flavour was in everything and was desperate to get as much of it as possible. Every meal ended with me breathing shallowly, hand caressing my overburdened gut, and you with a satisfied smirk on your face. With your increase in cooking came your increase in eating. Slowly, your body started to billow outward, filling out all your clothes, finally forcing you to look at specialty stores to restock. My weight gain was not so slow. My body was so used to running on minimal to average calories, it didn't know what to do with the sudden influx, now having to process at least twice what I used to eat in a day. The first place it was noticeable was my gut. It only took a week or two before I had a cute little pot belly. It would push open the buttons on my shirt and cause issues when buttoning my pants. The rest of my body followed suit. My thighs and ass started to swell, my arms felt constricted in my t-shirts, and a double chin was quickly noticeable. I barely noticed. I was so caught up in a whirlwind of culinary pleasure that I paid no mind to my tightening waistbands and my gut starting to peak out of my shirt. Soon, you started cooking breakfast, too. The table would be covered in food, from pancakes to bacon, hashbrowns to quiche. Each day, there was something different, and each day, I gorged until nearly comatose. Eating like this every day rapidly changed my body, I had put on 100lbs in 11 months, from the first time you made that stew. I had upgraded my wardrobe 4 times and needed to again soon. And then it was December. The month of overindulgence. Holiday parties every weekend. Potlucks, cocktail parties, hearty meals, sometimes multiple events on the same day. This was the first time I truly appreciated food; the tastes, the textures, and the stories behind each dish. I tried everything, and then I tried everything again. Most nights, I struggled to waddle from the car to my bed. On the rare occasions I wasn't fit to burst, you sat me down on the couch and made me try your creations for the next party. On those nights, I was bound to pass out in the living room, eyes glazed over, gut too stuffed to think about getting up. Despite all the socializing and gatherings, Christmas day was quiet, just the two of us. I didn't want to fly across the country to see my few relatives, and you were going to do a late holiday dinner with your family at the end of January, when work slowed down for your parents. I received two sets of pajamas that year. One from you, plaid pants, and a red flannel top. It was a little big, but we both knew that wouldn't be the case for long. The other pair I got was from a childhood friend I hadn't seen in person in over 2 years. The pants were baby blue with snowflakes, and the tank top had a cheesy graphic and the phrase "Let it Snow!" When you went to go work on the feast planned for the day, I tried the second pair of pajamas on. Despite being incredibly stretchy, I could barely get the pants past my thighs. My ass was hanging out the back, and the drawstrings were instantly lost in the waistband. The graphic on the shirt was horrendously distorted, and I could feel a breeze on the bottom of my belly. I was about to change back into the first pair of pjs when you called me for Christmas meal. My mind now only focused on one thing, I stopped what I was doing and lumbered to the table. You called it Christmas Meal, because it was past noon, but well before dinner time. With the amount of food you made, though, we could be there well into the night. There was the traditional fixings; turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, honey roasted carrots, sweet potato casserole, and dinner rolls, but you also added a baked ziti dish, homemade pizza rolls, and cottage pie. Bottles of wine, apple cider, and sparking water lined the middle of the table. There was enough food for 10 people, and we were just 2. I could smell desserts being baked to perfection in the other room. "This looks amazing! I've never had anything like this. I'm sorry I couldn't help..." You patted my stomach and laughed. "The only help I need is getting it all eaten. Load up and dig in!" I piled my plate high with everything I could fit. It would take me at least 2 plates to try everything, probably 3 with the portion sizes I was taking. I looked over and saw your plate faced the same overburdened fate as mine. You ladled me a generous glass of mulled wine from the crock pot. "Cheers!" And then we fell into a frenzied silence, only the cacophony of two gluttons enjoying a sinfully indulgent feast, and the tv still playing Christmas special reruns in the other room made noise in our tiny apartment. I still don't know how you did it, but every bite I took had me holding back a moan. My family had attempted to make a turkey once in my life, and it resulted in a tasteless hunk of disappointment. The bird so dried out that the white meat was somehow pointy and sharp. The one you made was opposite to everything I expected. It was nearly falling apart in my mouth. The seasoning from the brine and rub made it to every bite. Different levels of flavours washed over me, and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. Every dish you made was like this. Some of them I had equally dismal expectations of, like the green beans, sweet potato casserole, mashed potatoes, and pizza rolls, all things my family had made sacrilege of. Everything else I either hadn't had, or only had store bought. Even the best store bought ziti bake didn't come close to yours. I was put into a trance. There was not a moment where I was still, constantly chewing, swallowing, and reaching for the next bite. Everything was washed down with copious amounts of wine and cider. My shirt was pushed up by my rounding gut, bunched up under my chest by the end of the 3rd plate, my cheeks were warm, and every gurgle my belly let out just pushed me to eat more. Your clothes had given up containing your belly. It sat naked on full display, hanging out of your defeated shirt, pushing your thighs apart as it sank further. You were absent-mindedly rubbing the crest of your gut as you shoved another role in your mouth. I poured the last of the 2nd bottle of wine in your glass, and popped open the 3rd to serve myself. It wasn't until just after starting my 7th plate that I realised how overstuffed I was. It all hit me at once, the bottom of my belly itching as my skin stretched around my stomach swelling forward, my breathe shallow and pained, my lungs given no room to expand, pushing out a burp with every other gasp of air. I couldn't lean back without getting a stitch. You were in a similar state. Hiccups jolting your body shaking out burps, your hands gingerly massaging your gut, which was red and almost shiny. I don't know how long we sat there, just rubbing our guts and moaning. There was still food left, but maybe enough for 1 averaged-sized meal for both of us. Everything else was crammed into our bellies. Firmly drunk now, the sensation of rubbing my belly was sending sparks along all my nerves. Between that and riding the high of the first Christmas meal I had ever enjoyed, I was lost in my own little world of bliss. A harsh timer bell going off in the kitchen jolted me out of my stupor, unleashing a string of burps and a new bout of hiccups. You groaned as you got up, supporting your back and belly like you were 9 months pregnant. You looked at me with a wine-soaked grin. "Ready for dessert?" #feedism #FeedismLiterature #FeederAndFeedee #StuffingLiterature #WeightGainLiterature #SoftFeedism #MutualStuffing

It was Halloween night as Allie walked through her apartment door, dressed as cute skeleton in a witches costume. She carried a large Scarlett red colored burlap sack filled to brim with various sweet treats, while her protruding stomach stuck out twelve inches in front of her petite body frame. Her hair long was dyed a bright pink color, a long with having toxic green colored highlights in her hair as well. Her Hazel colored eyes glowed with excitement, eager to sit down and eat her sweet treats from tonight’s gathering. It wasn’t everyday that she could go out and stuff herself without restraint, while having worried eyes looking at her with both confusion and fright. Halloween was Allies favorite holiday, besides thanksgiving or any other holiday that revolved around eating. When she got to her burgundy colored sofa, she sat down on it with a hard thud; feeling her swollen stomach jostle into the flesh of her thickening thighs. It growled with hunger, demanding the celebrating

This Story is one of my favorites of all time and I always thought there could have been some more added to it near the end so I added some more content to this great classic story. Thank you Dr Enlarge for your great works Water Weight By DrEnlarge "Don't even scratch her or she might still explode" copyright 1996 Bernie Thigpen waited patiently at the elevation train depot. In his hand he cradled the one thing that could make him a rich man: a plastic vial of Dehydrated Water. Bernie, a lanky 28 year old, had been working overtime on his doctorate thesis when he'd stumbled upon a way to condense and package water. One miscroscopic granule of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would rehydrate into a whole cup of the liquid stuff. All it took was one drop of water to set the chemical chain reaction into motion. Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator. Her reddish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Bernie turned and saw her 5' 1" figure walking in his direction, a purple fuzzy angora sweater cut low and short black skirt draped nicely over her cherub-like figure. Their eyes met briefly and Bernie looked away first, a small smile crossing his lips. He couldn't wait to be rich and famous. Then he'd be able to get any women he wanted, even the one standing right behind him now. The train began pulling into the station. Bernie stole glances at the girl behind him. How he'd wished for a bit of a spine. He'd longed for the day when he could just whirl around and say "hi" to any woman that struck his fancy. But his was not that day and he had to be content with keeping his mind on his job of delivering his invention to the patent office. With a woosh the doors opened and Bernie began to board the train. Now the problem with being too eager sometimes is that you forget your surroundings. Bernie realized this as he saw a flood of people exiting the doorway as he headed in. When the business man stuck Bernie's shoulder, his first instinct was to protect the vial. However, since it was already airborne, all he could do was curse as he got sideswiped by another commutor with a stroller. When the flow of people stopped, he began searching the ground for his vial. He spotted it just as he heard the door chime sound off. They were going to close! Quickly he leaned down to get it and his head bumped into the black skirt of the lady that was behind him. She was hurriedly trying to get around Bernie and into the train. Embarrassed, he continued reaching for the vial when he noticed it had been opened. Almost half of the contents were missing! Frantically he snatched up the cork that had been on the top and, placing it back in the vial, bolted for the door. His left leg caught the door just as it was closing and the doors retracted automatically to allow him to enter. Bernie wasted little time in assessing the damage done by his little run-in with rush hour traffic. A good portion of the dust-like substance was gone. Bernie looked back at the spot on the concrete where the vial had landed. There was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd lost. As the train began slowly to pull away, he wondered what would happen when the custodial personnel tried to mop that dirt up. As best as he could figure, with that amount they'd have a fairly large mess to contend with. As Bernie stood there watching the spot move away, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, half expecting to see one of the many vagrants that ride the transit looking for spare change for booze. Instead, he was face to face with the woman he'd collided with just moments before. Her face was stunning. A perfect button nose, two big eyes with just the right amount of makeup and chipmunk-cheeks that made anyone want to pinch them. "Excuse me," she began, "but do you have a Kleenex?" "Um ... no ... wait ... maybe," Bernie stammered, trying desperately to think of a cloth-like substance he might have on him that might substitute for a Kleenex. His hands frantically patted down every pocket he had, taking immediate stock of their contents just from the touch. He realized he had nothing that would work. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't believe he was missing an opportunity like this. From this day forward he swore never to leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed on him. "No ... I'm sorry, Miss ... I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied in a sad tone. She nodded and then shyly began to wipe something from her cleavage with her sleeve. Within seconds, though, she stopped and a puzzled look washed over her face. Bernie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn towards where she was looking. Her ivory-white smallish breasts were being hopefully pushed together and up by what seemed to Bernie to be a push-up bra. The girl's faint cleavage bore a hint of make-up which seemed to vanish as he watched. Almost on cue, Bernie and the girl looked up and knew what each had been doing. Bernie got so embarrassed that he turned his head and thocked it against the support bar next to where he was standing. The girl covered herself and looked to see if anyone else had been watching her, blushing heavily. As Bernie's brain began to break through his embarrassment, he realised something. The dusty powder on the girl's chest could have been the hard water material. His eyes grew wide as this thought crossed his mind. He'd never contemplated human interaction with the powder yet! Its size would indeed allow it to pass through the skin into the body, but he'd never worried about it at the lab due to the fact he was always well protected. His mind raced as he looked back at the girl, this time with a look of fear adorning his face. The girl wasn't looking at Bernie or anyone else this time. She seemed to be studying her chest again and with a look of concern. Just as Bernie looked down to see what she was staring at, a lady on the overly-crowded train pushed in between them with her girth and blocked his view. Bernie quickly began to bob his head around, trying to see anything more of the girl, but it was in vain. Around to the left of his position, he saw a 40-ish businessman turn his head slightly in the girl's position, stare for a moment with a small grin, then return back to his paper. To Bernie's right a grunge-looking youth was staring in what could be the direction of the girl's figure. As he studied the youth, he could tell that the lad was becoming less obvious about what he was staring at and then noticed that he tapped his girlfriend on her tattooed shoulder and pointed in the girl's direction. Bernie looked back towards the businessman. His eyes were looking back in the girl's direction, but this time his grin was replaced with a look of disbelief. Something was happening behind the glacier of a woman that had oozed between him and the girl. Frantically, Bernie looked for a path around Mount Womanhood, but bodies were jammed in pretty tight and there seemed no polite way around. The train jolted for a brief second, tossing the behemoth backwards a bit. A passage of space opened for a moment and Bernie's heart stopped cold. The girl was standing there, looking panicky, her arms wrapped around her chest. Even so, the train's jolt was still reverberating in her now D-Cupped bosom. Her chest was bigger! Her eyes met his briefly before the landmass of flesh shifted back into her original sight-blocking position. Bernie stood very still, trying to think about what was happening. The powder had obviously landed on that poor woman's chest and due to its nature had sunk in. The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in her body, but thinking about how much reaction there would be made Bernie nervous. He tried to calculate the amount of hard water still in the vial compared to the amount he'd seen on the landing at the stop, but he couldn't comprehend just how much that left unaccounted. He stopped trying to figure it out when he heard the businessman talk. "Are you OK, ma'am?" the older gentleman asked shakily. His eyes were fixed at below eye level, Bernie noticed. He heard a reply, but it was too quiet to pick out the words. From the tone, however, he could tell it was the girl and she was frightened. Big Bertha finally noticed something other than the candy bar she was munching on and turned her head to observe the commotion. Once she saw what was going on, she backed up in surprise, much to the dismay of the people she crushed behind her. Bernie saw the opening and this time instead of looking through it he maneuvered into the spot. He didn't have much room, though, for the girl had seen the same opening and had taken a step forward to give her new self more room. Bernie stopped himself just before he collided with the girl's DD chest. His jaw dropped as he saw her milky-white breasts straining against her purple sweater, pulling the V-neck further away from her body and showing six inches of cleavage. Her dainty hands again cupped themselves around her new growth, trying vainly to contain and stop their further expansion. Long red nails on both hands were hard pressed against the full sweater, but Bernie instantly saw that her jugs were plump and her hands sunk deep into them. "What's going on?" the girl said to no one in particular. By now, all within sight of the girl were looking at the spectacle. Slowly her breasts were filling up her sweater to the breaking point. Bernie saw through the sides of her v-neck that her bra straps were loose. She must have busted her bra moments before. No way an B-cup bra could've stood up to those mounds. Her eyes were wide open and her cute little mouth was slack as she stared at what everyone else was staring at. Bernie watched the outside of her right breast to gauge how fast she was growing. As he stared, he actually saw her boob inflate wider and fuller, stretching her V-neck still further apart and further down. The sides of her tits were now far enough out that they were growing out past her arms which she still had across her ever-enlarging chest. By now, the whole train was crowding in, trying to see the girl that was getting bigger boobs by the second. The girl, giving up the vain attempt to cover herself by crossing her arms, slid her arms apart. Bernie heard the sweater strain even over the sound of the train. Her fingernails slid over her super-tight sweater as she released her boobs slowly from her hold, but she stopped short of fully dropping her arms. Now, she was cupping each breast with the same-sided hand, pulling them towards her body and in turn, out further. She could almost rest her arms on the bulk of her sideways growth. Her head popped up and scanned each face quickly for signs of help from anyone. "Oh, my God!" one man said quietly. Her chest continued to balloon. Tears were beginning under her arms. When the first one began, everyone looked, including the girl, towards the sound. Her face grimaced a bit. The sweater really looked tight on her now. Her midriff was now showing as her sweater's bottom had begun to crawl up her body towards the underside of her volleyball- sized boobs. Her little hands looked so small compared to her massing melons and they were moving outwards more and more. The bottom of her breasts was above her navel until she showed signs of fatigue and began letting them drop. They sagged slightly, just hiding her belly button, but Bernie could tell that they were getting tighter. One woman beside Bernie fainted, but no one cared. "I need help! Someone help me!" the girl cried, her grip on the front of her growing gazongas getting looser due to her ever-tightening skin. The business man was almost drooling as his glazed-over eyes soaked in every new inch of her. The grunge boy began to reach out his had to touch her boob when his girlfriend knocked his hand back. Bernie shook his head and came to his senses. He was responsible for this problem, he'd have to find a way to solve it before ... before something bad happened. Bernie cleared his throat and tried to quiet the croud. Even with everyone trying to back away from the girl's body, there wasn't much room left for her to grow without touching someone. As the crowd quietened, you could hear the staggered sound of her shirt ripping bit by bit down the side. Her big eyes looked hopefully towards his, almost tearfilled. "I know what's happening here," Bernie said. Everyone looked his way. As he opened his mouth to continue, he paused. What was he going to say next? He had no idea how to help this ballooning body stop. All he could do was try to figure out how much hard water had she absorbed. "Ma'am," he said to the straining face of the girl. "That dust that fell on you. How much was there?" "Oh, God, my breasts feel so big!" she grunted, almost pulling at her sweater. "Uh ... I don't remember. It covered my chest when I first looked down, but then," she drifted off, trying to arch her back a bit. Her breasts were really growing now, every jostle that the train caused was amplified by her bulbous front. It would have been worse except her tight top was still - barely - containing her. Cleavage was squeezing out of the V-neck so much that it looked like someone was baking bread and the dough was rising. From her sides more and more tit flesh was breaking through. Wouldn't be long before her sweater ruptured. Bernie could see the beginnings of blue veins in her skin. "Something is rushing into my boobs! God, I can feel them blowing up! Mister, you gotta stop them! I'm getting huge!" "Umm ..." Bernie thought. That much hard water could spell trouble for this young woman if she was right. He needed to get the water out that was in there before she got too big and exploded. Since the hard water was probably reacting with her milk glands, Bernie decided that she needed to give milk. But he didn't know how fast someone would be able to suckle her chest, surely not fast enough to stop her growth. RIP! The girl's sweater gave up and split down both sides. The front went limp and rested against her chest. It did little to conceal her mammoth mounds, even when she grabbed the bottom part and tried to stretch it to cover her distended nipples. Her areolae were as wide as a plate now and they looked very taut. She looked comical trying to cover her beachball-sized breasts. They took up her entire torso, spreading down to below her belt and out past her elbows. She gave up trying to gather herself from the side and stretched her arms over the center of both breasts, just barely reaching her life-saver-sized nipples. "Ok...everyone...she's going to get much bigger if we don't figure out a way to milk her fast!" Bernie shouted. "Does anyone here have any idea how we can do that?" "How big am I going to get?" the girl shouted, leaning back against the door now. She was really having a hard time standing now. "I'm too big as it is! Just look at me! I can't get any bigger, mister. My skin is getting so tight!" she pleaded, looking like she'd welcome it if someone just stuck her with a pin. "Why don't we just pop them?" someone suggested, reading the girl's mind. Bernie considered it before someone spoke up. "No, you can't. That little hole in her skin would probably let loose a torrent of ... whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and although I've never seen this before," the old man said, pointing at the girl's tits still blowing up bigger and bigger," we can't just poke a hole in her side." "I'm going to pop soon anyway, I can feel it!" the girl shouted, gripping her teats with her fingernails. "If someone doesn't do something soon, I'm going to pop myself! I can't take this pressure ... it keeps coming into me, making my boobs heavier and heavier!" The doctor made his way to the front of the semi-circle around the girl and instructed two people on each side of the girl to grab her arms and keep her nails away from her tits. She fought them at first, sensing this might be her last chance to stop her growth, and began to slap her chest, clawing with her nails after each downstroke. Her colossal chest bounced angrily, but didn't blow. As they secured her arms, she slid to the floor, her chest reaching out past the hem of her skirt and almost up to her chin. She looked helplessly out at the people around her, the tattered purple sweater up around her neck like a bib with her engorged mammaries flowing out from under it. The floor must have been cold, because as soon as her tits hit the ground, her nipples stood out a good inch more, looking rock hard. The doctor stood in awe, as did the rest of the people around the girl. Her eyes darted from one breast to the other as they grew rounder and fuller. "My boobs! Look at my boobs!" she said hysterically. "They're not stopping! I'm too full! God, they're so tight! Please ... do something before they blow!" Thinking, the doctor looked like he'd had an idea just as the girl screamed and writhed on the ground, almost breaking loose from the two men holding her arms away from her billowing breasts. "Ahhh! I can feel something blowing them up faster! What's happening?" she screamed, looking directly at Bernie. "You! Look at my tits, they're growing faster!" Bernie indeed looked and saw that they were stretching wider and further from her body more quickly now. He didn't have the heart to tell her that with more liquid in her glands, the more the hard water would unfold and fill her tits. "Never mind that. We need to make her climax, now!" the doctor said directly. People were trying to back away ever further now, forcing others on the train to stand on seats or get pressed against the walls. The girl's breasts were very blue veined now and her white skin was stretched so tight it almost looked shiny. People around her that couldn't move any further were having their feet covered by her ever-expanding hooters. The girl moved her legs apart a bit underneath her tits, but they were so heavy and had almost reached past her knees now that she couldn't make them move far. "OK!" shouted the doctor. "You, ma'am. You're in front of her. You've got to get down there and make her climax now or she'll explode!" the doctor said, pointing at a model wanna-be teen. The model looked shocked and shook her head, but already people around her were pushing her down towards the girl's cleavage. "I'm not doing this!" the model shouted, her head almost bouncing into the girl's distended cleavage. "I'm not a lesbian!" "You don't have to be, just get her to cum! You're the only one who has a chance of reaching her ... use your hand!" Bernie touted in, looking on as he saw the model lie flat on her stomach. She shook her head again, but then began moving her right hand underneath the girl's cleavage. "Everyone who can, gently move back so we can seperate her cleavage a bit and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The crowd didn't move, they had nowhere to go. "OK, then, pull her breasts apart GENTLY, everyone who can," he commanded. Everyone that could reach into the center of weather balloon-sized bust began to slowly tug on the tight yet watery mass of boob flesh. "Stop ... you're going to make me pop! Oh, God, I'm growing more and more each time I breathe! I'm covering my feet almost! She's never going to reach me!" the girl panted. Bernie now could feel her tits against his legs and groin. They grew and grew, pressing into him tighter and tighter as they continued to wedge into the crowd around her. His cock was right above her huge nipple and he moved his legs apart so it could go right under his nuts. Her head disappeared as her massive boobs grew up against her human bra. The people holding her arms still continued to do so, but Bernie could only see that they were holding something and not her arms anymore. It wouldn't be long before her tits completely covered her head, and she knew it. "My God, look at my breasts! They're getting hard! I'm going to explode, I just know it! God, the skin near me has stopped stretching! I can feel my skin stretching faster around my nipples! Oh Jesus, this is what balloons do just before they pop! I'm getting ready to blow up! God, my tits are getting enormous!" she yelled. People began to panic. They were speeding towards the next stop with a girl about to explode on an electric train. No telling what that was going to do to the train itself. Bernie could feel that the girl was right, her nipple was pushing into him faster and faster, trying to lift him up. "Look out, she's going to blow!" someone yelled from the crowd. A small scream was let out, probably from the girl, Bernie thought. There seemed no hope for the poor blimp-chested girl. The model was dragged out from underneath the girl's boobs, her face red from the pressure. "Here, use this!" a voice said from behind Bernie. A mop was handed to him overhead. He quickly handed the tool to the model, who dropped again to the floor, just out of range of the girl's massing mountains. She began quickly working the mop down between her cleavage. "God, I'm growing faster! I'm blowing up like a water balloon!" the girl cried. She suddenly began gasping. "I think I found it!" the model cried, her head being slowly pushed back by the girl's quickening growth. Bernie saw the mass of mammaries before him start to shake. She was either responding to the mop handle or was about to burst. "Oh God, that hurts!" the girl cried, but she continued to groan. "God, I can feel it building inside me! I'm going to pop!" No one knew whether she was referring to her chest or the orgasm, but everyone held their breath. The model let out a grunt as she thrust the mop hard into the Boobs from Hell. A shrill scream came from the girl's direction. Bernie looked across her girl's impossibly large breasts, now eye-level to him. He could see the mass of her boobs quake and shiver. Everyone closed their eyes, thinking she was going to burst. But just then Bernie felt the log-like nipple still between his legs kick and jump. Yells of shock came from all around behind him. He felt something rushing through the skin of her nipple. She'd climaxed! "Don't be alarmed, she's just cycling the liquid out!" the doctor yelled. "Her nipples should be able to handle the strain of the outburst of liquid." Everyone sighed in relief, except for those getting soaked. Bernie smiled as the motion underneath his member continued. "So this is what the spin cycle feels like?" he murmured to himself. He felt water rush around his feet. This train was going to get wet, fast. "Someone hit the emergency lever and kill the power to the train!" a voice in the back yelled. There was a tinkle of glass and everyone felt the train slow. Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated. The girl was still moaning and shrieking: apparently she was still climaxing with all this activity going on in her body. Bernie felt the nipple recede and he relaxed his leg-grip on her teat. It flipped up past his groin and pounded his chest with a torrent of milk. He tried to hold his hands up against the stream, but that just diverted the spray into everyone else. He was going to get soaked, regardless. Over the loud spray, he heard the girl still belting out orgasmic shrieks. Then ... "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping! I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between ecstasy-filled groans. "I still feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!" Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areola, distorted so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticeable, was indeed not receding anymore. The milk still rushed from her bottle-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding converting to milk, and at an increased rate. She was still growing. "UHHH...I'm coming....Ohhh..I'm coming too much," she strained. "I'm going to pass out! God, uhhhhh ... why am I not bursting?!?" The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger. They had again reached the point at which they had previously stopped growing, and passed it. Bernie could almost see the point the girl had made about her breast flesh. Near the top, he could see her boobs stop growing upwards at a staggering rate, and start growing forward. In mere moments the leading edge of that growth would reach her areola, then her nipples. He felt her cool, slick skin press against his arms and her fountaining nipple buried itself in his chest. "Oh, God, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left. Just then, Bernie's milk-flow stopped as her nipple bent up against his chest and grew up towards his chin. "Mine too!" Bernie yelled. "Someone behind me move!" But no one could. With a cataclysmic yell, the girl screamed and her breasts heaved forward, no longer being drained by her nipples. Bernie watched in horror as the odd growth pattern on her breast grew directly towards her areola. As soon as it reached it, it began puffing it outward rapidly. "OH GOD! MY TITS!" the girl bellowed. "THEY'RE EXPLODING!" Bernie felt her nipple thrust into his chest more and more, getting harder every second. Her areola swelled so fast it struck him in the head like a punch. He could hear her skin squeak as it filled to the breaking point. "SOMEONE HELP!" the girl moaned. "I WANT TO POP! THEY'RE GROWING OVER MY HEAD! OH ... OH..OH.OH!" she screamed and Bernie could hear someone slapping on them as the sound carried inside her liquid filled tits. She completely filled this end of the train, her breasts mashed against the ceiling. Bernie suddenly felt the nipple try to straighten out. The growth had reached the nipple. She could grow no more. "I'M GOING TO BURST!!!" she yelled, slightly muffled by her skin, Bernie figured. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. Then, all at once, the pressure that had been crushing him stopped. He felt her nipple quiver against his body and under his chin, but no more growth happened. Meanwhile the other nipple slipped by the other passengers the growing breast clearing a path pressing one passenger after the other against the walls.  A thick busty passenger was trying to make her way through the crowd away from the growing breast as it was gaining steam not far behind as it found its new found freedom.  The busty passenger reached the back of the train car frantically trying to open the door, but it would not open because the power was off on the train.  She was in such a panic she failed to see the emergency release lever so she grabbed a fire extinguisher and attempted to brake out the small window on the door.  The glass was shatter resistant but with enough hits the whole window was knocked free from the seals.  The window was fairly small and at chest level.  She started to attempt to climb out the window,  she was barely able to squeeze her large bosom through the opening but there was one more obstacle.  Not only was the woman blessed up top, she also was sporting some beautifully wide hips which prevented the rest of her body out of the train.  As the breast was surging toward the woman,  the nipple seemed to be on a mission.  The throbbing rod was approaching its destination,  there was a tunnel under a plaid miniskirt that the nipple was pointing right at.  As the woman struggled she felt a pressure on her nether regions, harder and harder until...there was a scream from the trapped woman, the thick long rod that protracted just entered the stuck woman.  She couldn't believe what just happened but she also was oddly turned on the warm pulsating member throbbed as the breast ran out of room to grow. The penetrated woman felt another odd sensation, it felt like her snatch was rhythmically contracting, but the opposite of that was actually the truth. With each throb the nipple was growing and growing, stretching and widening. Suddenly there was a tremor from the train sized orb, with a scream of extacy the nipple began erupting inside its vessel. The trapped woman looked down to see her once soft flat belly start to fill out with a bump, as the pressure continued it changed to a belly, then she looked like a large beach ball was shoved and fully inflated into her womb.  Another passenger seen the commotion and attempted to stop the invading member,  they grabbed onto the breast with both hands barely able to get a firm grip on the taut skin.  A wet sloppy noise could be heard as it popped free from her Womanhood, but almost as fast as it came out the grip on the massive tit was lost and rammed back into the filled woman again.  The feeling was different this time, it was in her ass.  All of the squeezing and groping triggered another orgasm from the colossal breasted woman,  which triggered the nipples to spray like fire hoses into the trapped woman again. As her size now multiplied by the seconds, her belly surged and she tried screaming but as she opened her mouth milk started fountaining from it.  A fire truck with rescue workers was approaching the rear of the train, the jet streaming out of her mouth Aimed right at the oncoming vehicle with so much force it blew the windshield right into the driver, knocking him unconscious.  The truck still had enough momentum that it hit the front of the milk filled balloon woman.  After she felt the mild collision she looked foreword to see that the flow of milk had ceased spraying from her mouth. There right in front of her, the nozzle mounted to the roof of the truck was wedged in her mouth Stopping the flow of milk.  The other rescue workers exit the vehicle in a panic, and in that panic the switch for the pump was turned on.  Suddenly she felt pressure at both ends, almost instantly her body became round. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 feet in diameter and just as fast as it started, the growth stopped.  Suddenly dark stretch marks were appearing, darker and longer she was at her limit.  Even that stopped the truck ran out of water and the breast stopped spurting milk.  She lay there in shock as her body was literally at its limit.  The massive breasted woman shifted slightly and the mop handle just barely grazed her clittoris causing a mini orgasm which sent 1 last gallon of milk into the overtaxed container.  With a muffled scream her flesh tore open like a zipper sending thousands of gallons of milky water to the ground. People against the girl's breast rustled and Bernie heard muffled voices carried through her chest. The hard water had stopped unfolding. "Everyone stay still," the doctor ordered. "She's highly unstable. Don't even scratch her or she might still explode!" Everyone stopped moving, waiting for something to happen. "JUST DO IT!" the girl yelled, but Bernie could hardly hear her. From behind him, Bernie felt the rush of air. Emergency crews had managed to open the doors. They were sorry they did. The girl's breasts felt the chance for advancement and pushed everyone out the door that they could, trapping some just beside the doorway. The crew outside, having just been knocked over by a push of ten people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areolae and nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely. Bernie, trapped beside the door by her breast, was happy not to have her nipple under his chin anymore. "Jesus!" one of the workers commented. They just stood and looked at the sight. Just then, a shriek came from the other side of the car. The girl was coming again. Everyone on the track moved as her nipples pulsed forward a bit and began to jet water again. Over the next thirty minutes, she almost passed out twice from her constant orgasms, but people on the other side of the track kept her awake with smelling salts. By the time she was down to a manageable side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the scene. Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final waking orgasm. She still had basket-ball sided hooters, but she was still coming in her sleep and they continued to spurt water to the tune of her rapid heart rate. An exhausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics strapped her into the gurney and placed her in the ambulance. The doctor came up beside Bernie and looked on. "She'll be fine. She'll have stretchmarks from hell, but she's be fine. What I want to know is, how did you do that to her?" "It's a long story, and I'm soaked. Get the story from the police after they grill me, OK? Thanks for your help in saving her," Bernie said, exhausted. He walked towards the beckoning officer on the side of the tracks. As he did, his vial fell from his pocket, noticed only by the doctor. Bending down to tie his shoe, the doctor retrieved the vial. With a quick grin, he proceeded towards the ambulance.

What an exhausting day for Omalicha, she stretched herself wondering if tomorrow will be worth getting up for or just stay on her bed all day. Ever since she had finished her educational career in Lagos and moved abroad, to Japan for greener pastures. She had been doing the odd job here and there, barely able to afford the ridiculously high rent for this walk-in closet her landlord called an apartment until she got hired in a game developing company called Drop Games X and moved to a larger apartment which was high costing too. Living abroad was hard but at first she liked her job and the place she was working in. But things changed, she wondered if she stayed back home would her life been better, her love for her job quickly ran out because of how distressful and how underpaying the job was. Getting out of bed everyday had become an ordeal, even the simple act of brushing her teeth in the morning siphoned the little vitality she had. At work she had no friends which made things more difficult for her, Daichi Naiporo the new head artist noticed that she was really having it hard depression and anxiety was slowly eating her up, despite that she continued to give it her all Daichi was impressed, Omalicha was intelligent, responsible and hardworking and Daichi seemed to like that about her. Daichi became fond of her he wanted to help her with everything but he feared it might cause more trouble. Every time he offered to help her out she would declined. He got along with everybody except for her, which distressed him. "Miss Ekpunobi, do you have a minute"Daichi said "As you can see I don't"Omalicha said as she stretched herself, her shirt pulled up exposing her midriff. Daichi was consciously staring at her belly and noticed that she had an OUTIE. His manhood awakened in his tight pants to the point he became uncomfortable. Omalicha didn't notice anything Daichi remained silent for moment, he gazed at her cute bellybutton which shaped like an upside down heart. Daichi smacked her belly in a playful way and told her to pull her shirt down and she did, she was embarrassed. Daichi was relieved, he had a thing for bellybuttons especially OUTIES, seeing one just like that was surprising and tempting,he might've lost his self-control and thus reveal his bellybutton fetish. Omalicha was cool she wasn't weirded out at all but she was confused and embarrassed why would the new Head Artist take an interest on her. "You see I've been working abroad for the past three years until I returned weeks ago as you know, working here is difficult and it would be nice if got to spend time with you and know you" "You...the head artist, want to know about me"she said reaching for her bag "Yes" he said "I don't have time for this maybe next time" "C'mon I know this Inn that just opened a few days ago which serves the best roasted pork we can go there and have dinner" "Like I said I don't have time and besides I don't have the money for butadon and Ryokans around here are expansive" "I'll pay for everything"he said "No thank you, I'm on a mission and guys are a destruction"she said "I'm not asking you out"he said "Oh ok"she smiled smugly "No actually I am asking you out" "No thanks, I was hurt the last time someone asked me out, I don't want to go through that again" "You're cute but I'm sorry I can't"she laughed as she walked away from him "But why" Omalicha slowly and sexily descended the stairs. Daichi's eyes were locked onto her plump rear as she walked down. Omalicha was so ethereal, her aura was something else Daichi was in awe as he watched her sway her hips left and right, she turned her head and gave Daichi a wink before disappearing down the stairs. Daichi sighed in happiness wondering about the things he could do to her and bellybutton. In the next morning still in her pajamas, Omalicha was standing in her balcony looking at commuters busy rushing up and down taking intricate patterns like ants in a nest, she then looked to her left and saw someone familiar. Daichi was there in his balcony, sitting on a chair wearing a purple gown scrolling through his phone while taking a sip of coffee. Omalicha turned her head around and acted as if she didn't see him. "Hey I was wondering when were you going to wake up"Daichi said putting his phone down "Hey I'm talking you" Omalicha kept ignoring him "Yes what do you want!"she turned around and gave him a dirty look "A "good morning" would be nice" "Please do me a favour and leave me alone" "You have questions don't you, as to why am I here"he smiled "No I don't" she pouted "Sure, I'm coming over"he said with a slight grin on his face "Heh.. what.. don't come" "Sorry I'm coming" he said a he rushed back inside. Omalicha rushed back too and locked the door. "Omalicha! come out come out"he called "What do you want" "C'mon I just want to talk to you"he chuckled "You're a creep, get lost" she said as she leaned with her back behind the door struggling to hold her laughter "Ok"he said with a frown slowly walking back as if his factory settings got reset Omalicha laughed and then unlocked the door, Daichi heard the sounds he rushed back and waited patiently on the door. "Mr Naiporo, your one interesting fellow" "I get that a lot, but I'm mad... really mad"he leaned on door frame giving Omalicha a dirty look "Why"she chuckled and shook her head lightly "You called me a creep" "I mean you sure sounded like one" "I've been called many things in past, but creep now that's going too far" "Ok ok I take it back you're not a creep,Sheesh" She said but Daichi ignored her "Ok I'm sorry" Omalicha said and Daichi smiled Both of them were silent for her while so silent that it became awkward. Daichi fidgeted with his fingers, and his eyes were darting around, Omalicha became annoyed because of the sudden silence, she could see he had something to say. "I know you have something to say, just spit it out" "I like you"he said boldly "Heh.. what how can you be so straight forward and upfront like that." She felt an unexpected warmth flooding her body and her face radiated revealing a shimmer on her forehead and on the cheeks. "You're intelligent, responsible and hardworking.. I like that". "There are thousands of women like that."she said as her cheeks glowed more "But I like you" "I know you don't mean what you're saying it's all tatemae".she folded her arms and looked away "No I'm being honest".he said "I'm too blunt you know, well that's what people say, I'm sure when you get to know me you won't like that." "I don't see the problem with that". he said "Well a lot people don't think so, especially Ken he thinks I'm too blunt I have to tone it down. It's exhausting to keep this tatemae, I always feel like I'm walking on eggshells because I can't use tatemae, and it's hard to tell if somebody is being genuine or not". she said "I understand, I've been living in Ireland for the last three years and people there were blunt and brutally honest, at first I felt like my coworkers were rude maybe is because I was used to a lot of tatemae but as time went on I began to appreciate it because it showed me that they trusted that I can handle honesty. I always thought you couldn't be polite without telling lies but they proved me wrong". Daichi said "At least you can understand it". "It's still hard, insincerity is toxic I'd prefer someone to be honest even if it hurts me". he said "I've been living here for months and I just found out about tatemae weeks ago, I thought it was something that everyone and everywhere does it's just that people in Japan have a name for it but I was just wrong, it was embedded in the Japanese culture. To be honest, that made me second guess everything someone tells me. When I started working here Ken would take out me for lunch and help me with everything but he started ignoring me,for months I wondered about this, then I found out that he was obliged to take me out and everything, what he said about "looking forward to being buddies" was just tatemae". That messed me up but I'm glad that he apologized". "That must've slowly dismantled the fairytale fantasy you had about Japan". he said with a smug. "Yes"she laughed "I guess we shouldn't romantisize anything, anyways won't you be going to work." "Yes, I'm just going to relax and stay in the bed all day." She stretched herself "Why, Ken is going to fire you." "At this point I don't care, I'm just exhausted I need some me time, I asked for a personal date and Ken denied me one and I never ask for anything, I work my ass off and for what, the peanuts that I get?, I just can't anymore my wellbeing comes first and jobs are replaceable." "I guess that makes the two of us, Ken will be pissed, but I don't care It's a Friday and I want to have some fun, wanna join me" "Nah thanks and you haven't explained to me about you living here now" "Oh yeah I moved here last night, and I'm the landlord's son" "I can see where you got it from, your mom is quite the women, she's very persuasive she can't take no for answer" "I sorry about that, she was a saleswoman before starting a real estate company." Daichi moved closer Omalicha took a step back"Don't be, anyways see you on Monday" "C'mon"Daichi smiled at Omalicha, from where he had been standing."This is my honne, I like you and I saw your bellybutton yesterday , it's sexy and know you think this is weird but that's how I feel." Daichi went on about his feelings while she stood there, her body flared as if she was the Human Torch. She couldn't take anymore she excused herself, covering her blushing face, ran inside. She locked herself in her room, breathing heavily she asked herself why she felt this way. She hasn't been overwhelmed with such feelings in ages, she had the same intense feeling when she was little playing the New Super Mario Wii game running away from King Bill while listening to Young Girl A. It was so intese that she started sweating. After a while Omalicha came out and gave Daichi a wicked grin. And then both of them exchanged evil grins before bursting into laughter. Omalicha thought it was her personal day maybe she should give what the body needs. "Here it is, but I don't think it's sexy"she said showing Daichi her bellybutton "No it's sexy can I lick it"he asked moving in front of her and squatted "No, bellybuttons are inherently unhygienic"she nuzzled her nose "So let's clean it"he picked her up by her ass, and her bosom pressed against his chest, he took a whiff and Omalicha smelled like rainbows he thought,her pleasant smell drived him crazy. Daichi took her to her room and layed her on the bed and cushioned her head with a pillow. Omalicha buried her face in her hands embarrassed, she had never showed her bellybutton to any guy let alone allowing a guy to clean it, it was hideous she thought. On the other hand Daichi was having a blast as he jammed up to Tiny Little Adiantum looking for the q tips in the drawers. "Daichi" "Yes" "You meant what you said, right?" "About what?"he asked "About my bellybutton, you said it was sexy" "Yes it is, don't worry ever since I met you I've never used tatemae, and I'll try to keep it that way" "Oh ok" she said "I've found them!"he said with excitement after reaching for the q tips container "So Daichi what's so arousing about bellybuttons" she asked He took his time and gulped"I believe in this world of sexuality nearly anything is possible. Almost anything can be sexually arousing to someone, somewhere. Humans happen to be complex creatures, and our ability to use imaginations never fails to astonish. So we shouldn't belittle anyone for their kinks and fetishes." "And yes, bellybuttons are arousing too, personally I just like how they look and how they feel when you play with them or torture them. Some people can't reach the climax if they don't get their bellybutton played with or tortured. Believe it or not many people can get an orgasm from playing with their bellybutton, it's so pleasurable that you can literally cum." "Interesting, but mine is sensitive not in a pleasurable way, I once accidentally flicked my bellybutton with a rubber band, it hurt so bad that I couldn't wear anything over for hours" "That can happen,but I promise I'll be gentle and if you feel any discomfort don't hesitate to tell me"he said reaching the q tip "Ok" She stared and bit her lip. She knew what was coming, without warning Daichi sticked the q tip by the bottom bumpy crevice where the heart shape started. Omalicha let out a squeal "Eeeeeeeepppppp" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he blushed as she curled up her toes and became stiff "Go.. go head, it didn't hurt my bellybutton is just unbearably sensitive" "Oh ok, I'll be even more gentle."he wiped the sweat on his fore head Daichi traced through the folds with the q tip, Omalicha let out a "Mmmmm" signalling she was enjoying it as the q tip picked up all the gunk inside. She closed her eyes savoring the moment as Daichi gave it more strength swirling through the folds,it was so satisfying. After a couple of swirls Daichi disposed the q tip and then stretched the folds to see if there was any gunk left. "It's clean"he sighed with delight "So what now"she asked. Daichi got on top of her and unbuttoned her top pajama,her belly was fully exposed now. "This makes me feel naughty in all kinds of waty"he confessed swirling his finger around her bellybutton. She chortled in embarrassment, she moved her head to the side and shut her eyes preparing for what's to come. "Get on with it" she said shyly "Shhhhh! I'm going to melt your mind and body with pleasure, just like you want me too"he whispered to her ear. She didn't know when it was coming but her senses were now hyper alert. Without warning Daichi darted his tongue back and forth between the thick folds with lightning quickness. Omalicha let out a howling laughter "WUUUUUUU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU". Omalicha began to struggle moving her legs restlessy on the sheets, she tried rolling away but Daichi grabbed her by the hips and hold her in good position. She let out a piercing scream "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" but he ignored her he continued mercilessly darting his tongue like a spear with more quickness. "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she screamed. Daichi filled every crevice with his saliva, and tasted the insides while she began sweating heavily. He changed his motion with the tip of his tongue he started wiggling the tip of her bellybutton which sent her to hysterics. She was laughing like crazy moving her arms up and down. "HAHAHAHA HAAHAAA HAAA", Daichi kept going she moved her head side ways to the point he was struggling to hold her down as she thrusted her body up, Daichi was sweating but his excitement was high he kept attacking her bellybutton with his tongue. She was on beast mode she kept throwing her hands furiously nearly hitting Daich on the face. Daichi paused "Woahhh I'm scaroused"Daichi panted between words and took a huge breath before wiping the sweat on his face which was now red "Scaroused, haha is that even a word" she said panting "Yes, you were moving violently" "What was I supposed to do my bellybutton is very sensitive, My body just moved on it's own I couldn't do anything besides that" "Interesting, what other situations does your body move on it's own" he asked with a devilish grin "I don't know"she covered her face "Ok but do you want to continue with this" "Yessss"she whispered urgently "Ok, but I have do this" Daichi got up and went to his apartment and a few moments later he returned with a box full of sex toys,whips, feathers,ropes and other torture devices. Omalicha had closed her eyes waiting patiently for him to continue, she was feeling unbearably hot so she decided to remove her pajamas. Daichi watched in awe as she striped her clothes, he was excited because this was going to make things easier for him to reach her sensitive spots. Daichi smiled and told her that as he promised he was going to make her mind and body melt with pleasure. And finally she was in her white panties, she watched as he tied the rope on the ceiling ,at first she was skeptical of all of this but the idea of being tied up tickled and tortured simply turned her on, like eyes watering, struggling to breathe, wanting to crawl out of her skin because she will be experiencing such intense discomfort from tickling and torture. After tying the rope to the ceiling he asked her if she wanted to continue with it or not, she might regret it later but she ignored him "I'm all yours" she said sensually and cuffed herself and then crawled to him, "oh well let's do this" he said tying the rope tightly on the cuff's chain. "Let's begin" he said, Daichi brought her closer to him, without hesitation he placed his mouth on her bellybutton and gave it a good suck, eliciting a loud moan from Omalicha, she felt her bellybutton unfold inside Daichi's mouth, she felt like her vitality was being siphoned away through her bellybutton as it grew in size in his mouth. Daichi strengthened the suction until her umbilical flesh was inside his mouth, he nearly choked because of this. Daichi released her bellybutton from his mouth and allowed her take a glance of her bellybutton which was completely out, Omalicha marveled at it's size and how nice and sore it felt. Without warning Daichi reached for her bellybutton scraped the tip of the soft umbilical flesh, she tried to fight the irresistible urge squirm but she couldn't, she let out a loud moan and began to squirm spasmodically, the sensations were just too much for her mortal body. She was tied up she couldn't do anything, her vulnerable protruding umbilical flesh was just out there to be tortured mercilessly. Daichi grabbed on it and yanked it outwards, she let out another high pitched scream struggling furiously at her bonds. Her head thrusted from side to side, she was soaked in her sweat she couldn't take it but Daichi hadn't started yet. He pulled out a feather with stiff veins and fluffy veins,he dabbed her bellybutton Omalicha gritted her teeth. "Oh you think you're tough" he said, Daichi dabbed her bellybutton she began to squirm he did it again and again and then he changed motion he traced her naked belly back and forth, she strained her belly and her bellybutton seemed to jutt out more. "Interesting, your bellybutton and your body want more, better give it what it wants"he said with a grin from ear to ear "I think I had enough"she said panting "No you don't, your body wants more"he said Daichi unhooked her bra and exposed her tities, he didn't waste any time he moved the feather along her shoulders, to her chest down to her cleavage and with lightning quickness he swept under the tits, she was filled with ecstasy she began to giggle like a little girl. And without warning Daichi's hands shot out and fluttered two little downy feathers behind Omalicha's ears, she sputtered and giggled involuntarily. "HEEEEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEEEE STOOOO HOOO HOOOP" Daichi kept attacking her highly sensitised body, more waves of pleasure bashed her internally as he kept going. Daichi went back and tickled her bellybutton more and more waves of pleasure exploded she let out a slutty, muffled moan against her will, her first orgasm rocked her body, her thighs were throbbing. Daichi paused and asked her if she liked it she shyly looked elsewhere and nodded yes. Still tied to the ceiling, Daichi moved closer, he saw the wet spot on her pantie, he attacked her poor bellybutton which was now irritated, he took out a brush stroked her bellybutton up and down Omalicha tried to twist away from the brush, but there was no way she was tied and bound by him and her helpless bellybutton couldn't evade her tickler. Daichi's excitement hadn't peaked yet he kept going mercilessly, tear filled, swollen eyes, Omalicha let out another howling laughter."WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO HOOOOOO HOO". Daichi changed the pacing to intense, Omalicha lost all control, contorting her body, tossing her head back and forth in a loud fit of squeals. With all her might she screamed "PLEASEEEEEE STOOOOOPP" "Sorry I don't understand Engrish"he said with a Japanese accent "YAMETEEEE" "Huh" "YAMATE KUDASAIIIIIIIII" "NANI?"He burst out laughing This gaijin was something else he thought. Her orgasm had subsided but he wanted to tease her more, Daichi launched his lips on her bellybutton and sucked her bellybutton, she felt a combination of shame, disgust, and fear along with a perverse tingle of excitement as he kept sucking. This was so good that she had forgotten about her problems, Daichi seemed to be draining all her pain and suffering. She shrieked as he used all his might and strengthened the suction, she was in Dreamland. But that savage beast bit her bellybutton, she wailed uncontrollably her eyes opened wide with horror, she couldn't take it! it was excruciating she convulsed with unparalleled vigor. Daichi then released her inflamed bellybutton her eyes still widened in horror, he uncuffed her she dropped on the bed tired, panting swallowing hard, she just lied there twitching while her bellybutton stuck out. Daichi watched in awe. "What a sight"he said Like a gentleman, he picked her up and took her to his apartment and left her rest there. He came back to her apartment and tidied everything and even washed the sheets. Hours later she woke up and found herself down to her birthday suit in his room, she was embarrassed and scared she got up and went to the kitchen. She found him cooking, whatever he was cooking sure smelled good and familiar. He asked her to see what he was cooking, she refused and said she needs to take a shower before that. He walked across the room to her and when he got there he took a whiff of her scent. His force awakened. "That's one of the most feminine thing I've ever smelled"he remarked "Heh, what do you mean" she blushed "Oh nothing, you see I'm cooking something I'm sure you're gonna like it, well it's sorta like a fusion, a blend between two dishes to make a new one, come and see" he grabbed her hand and took her to the stove "You're cooking jollof rice"she gleamed with excitement "Sorta, I'm making butadon, using jollof rice as the base I know it's a complete dish but I'm going to top it with sweet grilled pork loins and make the perfect rice bowl dish"he said "That's sounds delicious" "Wanna join me?" "Yes"she said shyly "But first I need to take a shower"she said "Sure, you can take it here if you want" "No thank you" "Oh ok, but are you going to go outside like that, I know it's dark but I don't want anyone to see my lady like that" like a child he pouted and took off his white shirt "Your lady?"she giggled "Yes"he said buttoning the shirt "Oh ok"she covered her blushing face With that she went to her apartment and took a shower and then returned later. When she got there she was greeted with the delicious smell that filled the entire apartment. She took a single step and Daichi quickly picked her up and took her to the table. "I don't want you to walk for today" "This is ridiculous"she giggled "But why" "Tomorrow I want to tickle those beautiful toes of yours not to forget the soles too" "No!, I've had enough of torture maybe you should be the one that has to be tortured" "I'm ok with that"he said "And your bellybutton, you haven't shown me" "I don't have a problem with that either, you'll see it but mine is not as interesting as yours, yours is the kind of bellybutton I imagined a succubus would"he said "Oh ok" "So what about an Incubus , what kind of bellybutton you thing they can have?" "Well I don't know maybe oval shaped innies"he said "That's boring I think the ones that are shaped like swirls would be perfect"she said "Maybe, let's eat before the food gets cold" "Yeah" They spent the night together, playing Tekken 8 and conversing. Daichi enjoyed her company he has never brought a girl to his apartment before. That night was really special for him, they both fell asleep on the couch. In the morning Daichi woke up and found Omalicha resting her head on his chest, he panicked at first and later calmed down he didn't want to wake her up. He layed her head on a pillow and sneaked out, he went to the bathroom and took a leak before going to the kitchen. Omalicha woke up. "Where am I"she yawned between words "You're awake, good" "We spent the the night together"her eyebrows raised "Yes but nothing happened"he said "I'm glad" "Wanna join me for breakfast"he asked "Tell me, why are you doing this, why have you been nice to me, do you have an agenda" "No, why would I" "You see nice guys are nice until they get something they want, that scares me. Just be honest" "What's with this, showing a benevolent gesture makes me sus, aren't we dating" "But" "But what, didn't I promise you that I'll be honest with everything as much as I can,and yes I want to fuck you but that's not the point, and I hate this "nice guy" label you're giving me, I'd say I'm a good guy. Don't worry I don't have any ulterior motives." "Ok"she ran across the room and gave him a hug"promise me" she said "Yeah, so do you want to join me for breakfast"he said, she smiled eagerly and said "yes". Daichi gave her a passionate smooch. After having their breakfast, Daichi asked her if she ever traveled to Hokkaido, expectedly she said no. Daichi wanted to take a trip with her to Asahikawa, she refused she said she doesn't have enough money for a trip like that, she could only afford spending money around here in Tokyo. Daichi told her not to worry he had covered everything and bought two flights to Hokkaido. She expressed that she doesn't deserve something like that, but Daichi ended up convincing her he pointed out that they both needed a gateway to release these negative emotions. They've been depriving themselves with joy for a long time. In the next hour they got ready and took a flight to Hokkaido. When they got there they sent their luggage to a Ryokan Daichi had booked, it was a bit cold but they were still going to have fun. First they stopped at Asahiyama Zoo, it was busier than usual but they managed to spend some time with the penguins and took a couple of pictures. After that they visited Zerubu Hills but because it getting more cold they didn't spend much time there they went to a restaurant that serves Ainu food. Daichi decided to take her to the Kawamura Kaneto Ainu Memorial Hall which was Hokkaido's oldest museum of Ainu culture, it was opened by Kawamura Kaneto, it's exhibit contained approximately five hundred artifacts of Ainu lifestyle and clothing. This was special for Daichi because he was Ainu, he revealed that on his father's side they're Ainu and his Ainu name is Ekashiba which he was given by his grandma. Omalicha was surprised, she looked up what Ekashiba meant, she found out that it means "someone who can do great things". They returned to the Inn because it was getting colder. When they got inside their room Omalicha pushed Daichi to the bed, she gave him a seductive look and then took off her clothes. Daichi watched her as she sexily did that. Omalicha was now in her pink bra and panty, she asked him to take off his clothes but he hesitated. "Down to your birthday suit"she said seductively "No I don't think we can do this today, it's cold" "C'mon, you want to be tortured, right" "Yeah, but.." "But what, this is something you wanted all along. Don't worry about the cold, our bodies will heat up soon but only if you go inside me" "Ok let's do this" "How are we going to do it if you're still on your clothes" "Ok fine" Daichi off his clothes but he was being slow, Omalicha helped him with it. Daichi was now on his grey LMAO undies. "Oh my gosh that is so cuteeeee"her voice squeaked upon seeing his bellybutton. His bellybutton was a swirl, it wasn't a perfect swirl but it was meaty and cute. His bellybutton complimented his fine abs and the happy trail really did it for Omalicha. His bellybutton was a little red Daichi rubbed it, she watched in awe as he did that. Daichi was embarrassed, he thought she was just messing with him but she was serious his bellybutton was cute she couldn't take her eyes off of it, it was hypnotic. Omalicha asked him again if he wanted to be tortured, he crazily nodded. Daichi got on top of the bed and waiting for her, Omalicha had brought ropes to tie him up, I mean it was only fair since he tied yesterday. She spread his legs and arms and tied them to the bed tightly,and then she cushioned his head with a pillow. She leaped on top of him she lowered her head and gave him a smooch before running her magical hands across his chest. She flicked his right nipple and stroked the left one eliciting a light grunt from. She did this several times until he began to laugh while his breath quickened. Omalicha wanted to make him laugh even more he fought an irresistible urge to squirm but he gave in and tossed his head left and right as she scribbled her naughty fingers under his armpits. He hollered like a hyena as she tickled his heightened armpits, he continuously squirmed he couldn't run away from her hands as she was on top of him, and the ropes were tightly fastened. The room temperature rose because of their heating bodies, his face was now red Omalicha turned around and attacked his soles, she scrabbled her fingers up and down his soles tickling vigorously throughout,he curled his toes it was too much he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a howling laughter sweating, his laughter was encouraging her she went on mercilessly, Daichi began to thrust his body up she didn't give him any chance to breathe at all she tickled his soles for ten minutes it got to the point that he stopped squirming but he twitched a little, his body was like shutting it's senses down. Omalicha was tired of using her fingers she took a fluffy feather and stroked his soles and moved around and between the toes and once again he collapsed in paroxysms of laughter. He tried to wiggle one of his foot away but she held it down and used her body weight to keep his leg in place she tickled his highly sensitized feet, he was laughing hard as if he had a gelastic seizure his cute face was now crimson, she was exhausted from all the tickling she stopped. Omalicha lied on his sweaty chest taking fast short breaths until she gained composure, Daichi was exhausted too he shut his eyes and stayed still. They lied there for minutes, Omalicha could feel his heart beat slowing down back to normal. Omalicha got up and reached for the cotton buds. "I'm sorry I have to do this"she licked her lips lustfully And suddenly she sticked the cotton bud and expertly swirled through the folds of his bellybutton, surprisingly it didn't evoke any emotion. She sat there disappointed. Daichi realised that and laughed he told her that earlier he tortured his bellybutton when she wasn't watching, he claimed that it was numb. Omalicha was angry she felt cheated on but all hope wasn't lost. "Your bellybutton is numb, right?"she asked "Obviously"he said struggling to hold back his laughter "You're going to regret it"she stared him wickedly "Sure"he laughed "I'll pop it out and bite it so hard that you'll cry and beg me to stop, you shouldn't have tortured it without me". She said with a slight grin on her face "No no no no no no don't do that, I'm going to die". "No you won't, you bit mine yesterday it was painful and yet it felt good, I want to share that feeling with you. Think of me as a succubus I only want to bless you with pleasure". "You can't"he said "What's going to stop me mmmh?"she laughed wickedly "No, you can't"his eyes were filled with horror,his breath sped up "Watch me" Omalicha launched her lips on his bellybutton and began to suck it out. Daichi felt it unfolds inside her mouth, she kept sucking and until she filled her mouth with his bellybutton. Daichi arched his back as she impaled his bellybutton with her tongue she stroked it up and down and his breath sped up more. Daichi expected pain but he was surprised to feel a growing excitement as he looked down and saw her sunken cheeks from sucking his bellybutton. She was doing sorcery on his bellybutton, he sighed pleasantly and looked up. Omalicha kept sucking it until he was fully in a trance of ecstasy. Her jaw was aching from the effort as her tongue lashed back and forth she wanted to end this, without warning she bit his bellybutton eliciting loud grunt from him. He was horrified and confused. "I got you where I wanted"she giggled and went for another bite Daichi arched his back and began to shake with unparalleled vigor. Omalicha buried her face and gave it another bite and then watched him squirm as tears filled his eyes. She wasn't done yet she took a crocodile clamp and place it on his bellybutton, Daichi let out a bull's moan. Omalicha was SCARAOUSED she watched him struggle writhing on the bed. And suddenly Daichi managed to free his right hand and with lighting quickness he reached for her bellybutton and squeezed it, Omalicha begged and cried. His force awakened because of her cries he told her to untie him if she wanted him to stop and she did quickly. Both of them felt unbearably hot they took off their undies, they were now naked. Omalicha leaped onto him, they started smooching and kissing, Daichi reached for one of her boobie he squeezed it to his heart’s content while she lustfully moaned rubbing his stiff throbbing cock. Daichi flipped her over he was on his knees he mounted her legs onto his shoulders while she guided his dick to her pussy. Daichi grabbed her hips grinding her crotch against his, finally he was inside. He started with long slow strokes making sure she was comfortable and then he sped up the pace she began to moan softly. He kept the pace consistent but her moans increased, her moans were encouraging him to pump faster, and then he grabbed her by the waist firmly and rocked her crotch against his dick she sighed pleasantly as he worked, encouraging him onwards. "OOOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH" Her moans intensified, Daichi saw her inflamed protruding bellybutton and pressed it like a switch. She tossed her head sides ways savagely, she orgasmed. Daichi kept ramming her pussy simultaneously fondling with her bellybutton, she was moaning crazily. Her bellybutton seemed to be a switch that needed to be messed with. A wave of warmth from his crotch area coursed through his body and he busted it was just too good, the warm juices inside felt good. Daichi pulled out his cock and flipped her around she was on her knees, he reached her protruding bellybutton from behind and squeezed it. With frantic squeals she begged him to stop. He squeezed her bellybutton meat she sobbed begging him again and again, it was more than she could take she was on fire from the waist down. She looked over her shoulder, her back arched as her hair clung to her face sobbing. "You're gonna pay"she sniffled and reached for his bellybutton and pulled it. Daichi clenched his teeth trying hard not to give in. Omalicha sniffled and giggled, she thought he was being selfish for not moaning, she wanted him to equally participate on moaning. She grabbed his bellybutton again and pulled it every direction, finally Daichi let out a moan. Omalicha looked at him still flushed and panting from the bellybutton torture somehow she knew where he'd be most sensitive right now, she giggled. Her giggles were cut off by a beastly moan, as her body responded to the rapidly pounding cock stretching her wide. She was caught off guard but this was good for Daichi he punished her pussy, before she knew it, another orgasm slammed into her, fuzzing her mind as she muttered "Ekashiba Ekashiba Ekashibaaaaaaaa". "Zawarudo wourdn't know how zis is gorzen"He said with a Japanese accent "Golden? Is it that good" she asked panting between words. Daichi nodded urgently in affirmation. Daichi reached for her bellybutton again and gave it a squeeze while pounding her more. Omalicha grunted and moaned with each exhalation Ya boy wasn't playing around. Daichi was thrilled hearing her moans intensifying each thrust, Daichi grinned and said "They don't call me Ekashiba for nothing". He kept fucking her like that until he busted again, he pulled out and she immediately collapsed on the bed and Daichi lied beside her panting, they lied there for while until they gained composure. Omalicha rolled over to Daichi and gave him a kiss and said that he gave her a wonderful time. Daichi told her that he had a great time too. Omalicha got up and told Daichi that she was going to get a shower and then relax in the onsen if he wanted should he follow her, Daichi smiled and headed to the shower with her. Daichi sat on the Hinoki stool and switched the shower valve and scrubbed his head while Omalicha applied Pelican For Back Medicated Soap on her boobs until there were bubbles covering her bosom. "What are you doing"he asked "Isn't it obvious I'm washing your back"she said pressing her boobs on his back and swirled around them around "Be sure to change position and strength when you press your boobs into me" he said "Move them left and right and in circles not just up and down"he continued "Ooo that makes me feel good"she said After their shower, Omalicha soaked into the private open-air onsen/Rotenburo it felt wonderful while she listened to Clairvoyant by MISOGI, she looked up to the stars and the sky for a moment and then snow began to fall. Omalicha watched one glittering snowflake land on the back of her hand, it was followed by another one. She was able to see each unique pattern these small wonders possessed, she was filled with joy she always thought every snowflake looked the same maybe the reason was that she always looked snowflakes from a distance. Daichi had wrapped himself with a blanket, a cold wind kissed against his flushed red cheeks, he exhaled sharply hesitating to join Omalicha. She called for him and he told her to wait because he wanted to pop out his bellybutton before soaking in. "Uhh"he grunted after popping out his sore bellybutton, and then took off his blue pants and joined her Omalicha was excited they smooched and kissed in the water, Omalicha noted that her bellybutton wasn't sore anymore, did the hot spring heal it up?. Daichi explained that when soaking in a hot spring the body blocks the pain receptors that's why she doesn't feel any pain. Omalicha was relieved from the fatigue and pain, and her bellybutton was popped out it felt like it was always out. And a film formed on her skin resulting to a slightly tacky feeling after her bath, the onsen was great she would love to do this again. After the hot bath they tried the Japanese cold milk with onsen tamago eggs, Omalicha took a sip of furutsu gyuunyuu (fruit milk) while Daichi sipped koohii gyuunyuu (coffee milk) and conversed until midnight and then they had a restful sleep. Both of them weren't planning on losing their virginity but it happened, their love blossomed because of that, Omalicha was glad to have someone like Daichi by her side.

In a small town outside of Vegas there lived a young woman named Lily. At just 22 years old, she was known throughout the world as the stretchiest nymphomaniac to ever grace the earth. Lily's body possessed an extraordinary flexibility, allowing her to accommodate any size cock with ease. But Lily's insatiable desire for sexual pleasure knew no bounds. She yearned to set a new world record, one that would challenge even her own remarkable abilities. She dreamt of conquering the largest dildo ever created, a massive monstrosity that stood at a staggering 10 feet in length and 2 feet in width. Determined to achieve her goal, Lily dedicated herself to rigorous training and stretching exercises. She spent hours each day preparing her vagina for the colossal challenge that awaited her. With each passing day, her body grew more elastic, her pleasure threshold expanding beyond imagination. As fate would have it, the colossal dildo she sought was not a mere sex toy hidden away in a secret room. No, it was a grand spectacle, a public monument proudly displayed outside the headquarters of the renowned sex toy manufacturer. This enormous creation, aptly named "The Goliath," stood tall as a testament to human desire and the pursuit of sexual ecstasy. One fateful day, after months of intense preparation, Lily stood before The Goliath. The colossal dildo gleamed in the sunlight, its enormity taunting her, yet fueling her insatiable lust. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, she prepared to mount this mammoth phallus. Beside being a monument The Goliath was also fountain its waters lay dormant. This fountain, intricately designed to resemble a giant cock, was the source of a mysterious white, slimy fluid. Little did Lily know that this fluid would play a significant role in her ultimate satisfaction. As she positioned herself, her body quivering with anticipation, she set her welcoming lips atop the massive tip. She holds her breath and with a cringe she relaxed her vulva, with almost a full bottle of lube directly squirted into her the head entered with a loud squelching sound. Lily's eyes instantly rolled to the back of thier sockets and a deep moan she began bouncing in the air the only thing holding her now was her pussy on that bulbous head which you could clearly see bulging her canal, which looked like a basketball being pushed in and out. Some time passes and a maintenance worker appeared, the original plan was just to lube up Goliath and keep the pump off, but lily had a different idea. With lust in her eyes while perched on the monument she puts in the request to turn the pump on. His eyes widening at the sight before him. Lily's seductive smile and the temptation of an unforgettable experience convinced him to grant her request. Hesitant yet intrigued, he approached the fountain's controls. "Please," Lily pleaded, her voice dripping with desire. "Turn on the pump. Let me feel the full force of this monumental pleasure." With a mix of trepidation and arousal, the maintenance worker acquiesced. He reached for the controls and slowly activated the pump, unleashing the torrent of white, slimy fluid. The fountain sprang to life, its phallic head spewing forth the liquid of unimaginable pleasure. As the first drops of the cum-like substance entered Lily's womb, she felt an intense rush of pleasure coursing through her body. A feverish ecstasy washed over her, and her body began to swell, growing larger and larger with each passing second. Initially, her body expanded to the size of a yoga ball, her skin stretching to accommodate the influx of fluid. But the pleasure was far from over. Lily's body ballooned further, reaching the size of a giant beach ball, her moans of ecstasy echoing through the air. With every passing moment, her body continued to inflate, her skin stretched to its limits. The pressure inside her womb intensified, pushing against the colossal dildo lodged within her. Lily's feverish bucking only increased, her desire for more overwhelming her senses. And then, with a final, explosive surge of pleasure, the dildo slid all the way through her, emerging from her mouth. Lily found herself suspended mid-air, impaled by the massive dildo, and the cum-like substance oozing from both ends. Her body, now resembling a massive weather balloon, quivered with pleasure and satisfaction. The once-stretched nymphomaniac had achieved the unthinkable, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. She had set a new world record, one that would forever be etched in the annals of sexual history. As the cum-like substance continued to flow, Lily reveled in her triumph, her every desire fulfilled. The maintenance worker stared in awe and disbelief, realizing that he had been a witness to an unforgettable spectacle of pleasure and excess. And so, suspended in the air, her body swollen and glistening, Lily basked in the glory of her accomplishment, forever cementing her legacy as the world's most insatiable nymphomaniac and the conqueror of The Goliath.

Deep within the shiny, exorbitant corridors of an impossibly large mall there existed a small perfume store and hidden in its back was a cramped office. The walls were white and decorated with various lovely landscape photos, a metal desk took up most of the rooms space and the sound of typing filled the air but despite the seemingly innocent appearance a terrible, cruel and almost daily scene was unfolding. All Jacqueline could see, mostly, was the bottom of a black high heel as it pushed the back of her head into the desk, it was rather painful and the young college girl certainly wore a very displeased expression...but unfortunately this was her job and it paid decently. Though it was barely decent enough, however it was just enough to convince Jacqueline to sit there on the ugly tan carpet with the several inches long heel jutting deep into her mouth. Just as her young, cheery boss had commanded, she kept her tongue twisting and wiggling against the heel all while Miss.Holly sat above, doing undoubtedly important things on her laptop. Jacqueline wasn't sure how long she'd been under the desk, it was certainly long enough to scrub away all the foulness that had been clinging to the high heel. The black haired employee wasn't sure which was worse about her job, the fact that she had to spend her days worshipping Miss.Hollys feet as well as all her employees or that Jacqueline had to wear the store uniform whlle doing it which consisted of black pants and a black polo with the stores name printed on it.  "Un Arôme Parfait"  The words were French nonsense but as far as Jacqueline was concerned the logo just showed whom she belonged to, like how ranchers brand their cattle.  ------ Link to character pics: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17notvA7wgYwAx6L-9uJiMSzb5OXHZqgWJeAiUBHkUU8/edit?usp=drivesdk ------ The black high heel began to slowly pull out of Jacquelines mouth, which meant her head was no longer pinned to the metal desk she'd been seated under for the what felt like an eternity. But that was hardly a victory as Jacqueline couldn't resist letting out a few quiet groans as the several inches long heel rubbed around her mouth and loudly raked her teeth on its journey out all while the newish employee wore a terribly miserable, annoyed look. The long heels black leather rubbed against Jacquelines tongue and just as it was about to exit her mouth the heel stopped with its tip resting between her teeth.  "Alright, well this has been a very productive two hours so I think I deserve to have a little fun." Miss.Hollys voice came from above, happy and bursting with pride as she looked at a laptop screen filled with answered emails. The young blonde woman didn't bother looking down at her employee, she merely leaned back in her cushiony leather chair with a smile, looking like some smug queen despite her black business attire and lack of an actual throne. "And you know what that means, don't you Jacqueline?"  Answering with a groan, the disgruntled employee gently bit down on the heel. Hollys leg then pulled backwards and soon a foot popped from the confines of its shoe, revealing its lovely slender figure with long, flexible toes and a stench that certainly didn't match the foots overall pleasant appearance. Before the high heel had even fully dropped to the ground Jacquelines head was shoved back against the desks underside as Miss.Hollys foot firmly smacked into the employees face, rendering her unable to see much aside from her bosses pale sole which contrasted with the rest of her somewhat tanned body. That foot remained in position, firmly squashing Jacquelines face which made her unable to see the other incoming foot. The girl jerked and yelped loudly as Miss.Hollys other foot kicked hard into her guts with the long high heel certainly leaving a bruise beneath her black employee polo-shirt but despite the pain Jacqueline quickly, and carefully, grabbed the shoe which she pulled off and for that she was rewarded with the newly freed foot joining its twin on her face, completely covering it with Jacqueline only able to sit there meekly knowing the female dominating and humiliating her would face no resistance. After a few moments the feet began to move playfully, the upper parts continued pushing into Jacqueline face while the heels began to lift and then smack into her jaw. "Hmm, what to do…" Miss.Holly pondered with a greatly amused smile, her reclined head pointing at the ceiling as she lounged and listened to the faint groans coming from under her desk. "Since I'm you're boss, I basically own you, I can do whatever I want, isn't that right?" "Unfortunately." Jacqueline said with disgust and resentment, the feet then began slapping her cheeks. The first five were playful but as the sixth came, Jacquelines face was struck hard enough that her head turned to the side and just as she turned it back she erupted with a loud 'Achkkk' sound as Miss.Hollys slender left foot horizontally kicked into her throat, pushing hard enough that breathing became a challenge. Then the slapping continued, with only the right foot as Miss.Holly chuckled above. "Oh don't sound so mad and angry, you've got nothing to complain about!" Miss.Holly announced with her employee taking several more increasingly hard slaps until finally, after five more, Jacqueline let out an embarrassing whimper which only made Miss.Holly laugh again as she returned to her more playful, teasing foot slaps. "Like seriously, you get discounts on perfume, you get most weekends off, we've got healthcare. You get paid very nic- well, you get paid enough not to be homeless, at least. And all you have to do is…" "...Lick your feet." Jacqueline mumbled with obvious humiliation in her voice. "Exactly." Miss.Hollys voice was the opposite of her employees, filled with joyful satisfaction just as she finished speaking the slapping stopped and Miss.Hollys right foot hovered mere inches away from the girls face while the left kept squeezing her throat. "And speaking of which, be a good little wage-slave and get to work." Unsurprisingly Jacqueline thought several rude things but otherwise stayed silent as her months of 'training' began to take over. Her hands grabbed Miss.Hollys ankle and with an expression that said "I'd rather be anywhere else" she pulled the right foot towards herself. Knowing she was about to be overcome with disgust, Jacquelines eyes narrowed as she stuck out her tongue, it smacked into the center of her bosses sole and as Miss.Hollys toes curled a bit in pleasure Jacqueline started to lick side to side, pressing her tongue flat with a groan as it slid around effortlessly. Luckily, Miss.Hollys feet weren't sweaty this time, mostly because Jacqueline had already licked away most of the sweat at six in the morning after her bosses daily jog but still it took a great deal of effort not to constantly choke and gag from the taste alone, which was terribly bitter and somewhat sour like an old lemon covered in dust. "Very good, as always." Miss.Holly praised with a pleased, relaxed tone as her embarrassed subordinate kept licking side to side while slowly moving down towards the heel. "Typically, I'd let my foot licking employee become just a regular employee after a few months but I think this might have to be your permanent position. You don't mind, right?" Thanks to the foot partially crushing her throat, Jacqueline's voice croaked like a frog. "I definitely mind, that sounds terri-"  The foot she'd been licking shook off her hands and pushed its heel into her mouth, pressing savagely against her teeth until Jacqueline squirmed and nearly begged for mercy which she certainly wouldn't receive. The foot then began to twist and turn, sinking a bit deeper into Jacqueline's mouth while she simply sat there with a pained expression and with several muffled groans somehow slipping past the foot. "You don't want to be my full-time foot licker? That's a shame." Miss.Hollys voice was mocking and full of faked sadness, surprisingly both feet dropped away from Jacqueline and plopped onto the ugly beige carpet below her. "Well if you're unwilling to do the job then I suppose I'll just have to fire you, you can go now." "What?" Jacqueline blurted out with much more panic than she had hoped, unaware that up above Miss.Holly was barely able to keep from laughing, especially as she switched over to a much more serious, professional tone. "Yea, isn't it crazy? You get fired for not doing your job." Miss.Holly said as Jacqueline began to panic about all that boring adult stuff, stuff like taxes and bills, college loans and more taxes. "But don't worry, you'll find another job easily. Well, maybe not, the economy has been pretty shi-" "W-w-wait wait!" Jacqueline stammered, she grabbed her bosses ankles, lifted the two feet up side by side and proceeded to slam her face into the warm depths of Miss.Hollys relatively pale soles, soles which immediately began to push forward, once again pinning Jacquelines head against the desk. Without hesitation the employee began to lick incredibly fast, up and down her bosses slender soles at such a high speed that Miss.Holly could no longer maintain her serious facade and broke out into a series of giggles. Jacqueline, whom hated her boss and her job, unsurprisingly felt all her pride leaving her body but that didn't stop her from reluctantly and meekly humilating herself even more…she licked each foot several more times before speaking. "You don't need to fire me, I'll keep being your good little employee!" Miss.Holly didn't respond, which only made Jacqueline more nervous so she just kept licking, specifically the side of her bosses left heel, right where her pale sole skin met the much more tan color covering the rest of her slim body. The taste was just as terrible as any other part of the foot but fortunately Jacqueline only had to spend the next several seconds licking until both feet suddenly began to push forward with an unexpectedly sadistic amount of pressure, so much that almost immediately Jacqueline sucked her tongue back into her mouth only to find she couldn't stick it back leaving her trapped with her face being crushed so mercilessly that she expected her flattened nose to leave an imprint in the sole currently torturing it.  "Hmm…well…if you're that determined to be my underpaid, foot cleaning, shoe shining employee…" Miss.Holly said with her optimistic, joyous voice returning as she pushed her feet into her slave so hard the desk scooted across the carpet slightly. "...I suppose I won't fire you, you've been a pretty decent little foot sla- I mean employee, even with your always angry attitude." "Fank yu…" Jacqueline mumbled with shame, unable to even slightly move her jaw to speak but that changed as the feet suddenly moved back, Miss.Hollys chair also moved back just enough for hee employee to see the bright, degrading smile on her face. "And now, to thank me for not firing you and to add a bit of job security, I think it's time you show me just how grateful you are for your thirteen dollar an hour pay rate." The upbeat and clearly eager blonde said, she snapped her fingers and pointed to the front of her desk. "Go over there, and while you're walking you'd better find your inner foot lover." Jacqueline started to move, she scooted forward a bit and even mumbled a reluctant "Yes ma'am" to be extra pathetic but that apparently backfired as a foot kicked into her chest, knocking her back against the desks underside once again where her face then received several firm, teasing slaps from her bosses slender, warm sole. "Hurry up, stop wasting my money and move faster!" Miss.Holly ordered with one final slap, Jacqueline groaned quietly but otherwise obeyed, quickly crawling out from beneath the desk she'd been trapped under for hours, she then managed to reach the desks front side in under two seconds at which point she found Miss.Holly leaned back in her chair, her slightly tanned feet propped up leisurely upon the desk crossed at the ankle with the right foot on top. "Okay Miss…" Jacqueline said with no enthusiasm. "I guess…I'll start doing my job now." "Good idea." Miss.Holly replied happily, briefly wiggling her toes. "You can start by sucking all ten of these lovely toes." Jacqueline simply nodded and looked down, to her dismay her bosses foul feet were roughly in the center of the desk so with another defeated sigh she leaned forward, placing her hands on the desk to support her weight before finally lowering herself down a bit leaving her in a position that was essentially a degrading standing-up bow though despite her humiliating posture there were much worse things about her current predicament, mainly the two pleasant looking but foul smelling feet two inches from her face and it certainly didn't help that Miss.Holly was very intently watching her every move. Since Jacqueline (mostly) wanted to keep her job she quickly got to work, staring down at the desk as she opened her mouth wide. Without much hesitation the poor employee wrapped her lips around the big toe of her bosses right foot, immediately her downcast gaze was filled with disgust but Jacqueline managed to keep the long, foul toe in her mouth and even started to move her head up and down, sucking it hard with her tongue beginning to lick. "Ahhh yes…" Miss.Holly said with an obviously pleased tone. "Wonderful as always." Jacqueline certainly disagreed with that last part but as she continued slurping and licking and sucking away at Miss.Hollys big toe she was pleased to see that her boss decided to lean her head back and close her eyes, leaving Jacqueline 'alone' to work in peace though her current task was anything but peaceful. Her head was bobbing up and down at a foolish looking pace, already her neck was aching but that didn't even compare to the taste which was like licking dried old lemonade off a dusty parking lot, it was bitter, sour and just made her tastebuds have a generally horrific time as Jacqueline kept her tongue twisting and turning all around the toe. The smell was also beginning to affect her, she'd spent most of the day smelling them while they smashed her face but since she managed to inhale fresh air for several seconds only moments ago the stink seemed so much more vile than before. Just like the taste, Miss.Hollys feet pumped out a stench that was strong, sour and stale enough that Jacqueline's eyes nearly watered.  After bobbing her head up and down several dozen times Jacqueline accidentally slammed her head down a bit too hard, it sent her bosses toe deep into the depths of her mouth, jabbing the back of her throat hard enough that Jacqueline let out a sudden, loud gag that the perfume stores customers could probably hear through the wall. Miss.Holly didn't seem to mind as she merely chuckled briefly. "Wow, you must really be desperate to do a good job." The blonde teased, eyes still closed and her chair still reclined. "I'd order you to shove my toes down your throat but two of your favorite co-workers should be getting here soon and they love foot-fucking your throat so I'll let them do that, but for now, suck my other toes. Shove all four in and lick." Those two 'favorite coworkers' were Madeline and Chelsea, two high-school girls whom Jacqueline absolutely wasn't prepared to interact with but she couldn't think of such things now, she had toes to worship unfortunately and as such the miserable employee did just that. She quickly removed Miss.Hollys big toe from her mouth, leaving it glistening with saliva, and not a nanosecond later she was wrapping her mouth around the four other toes which were just barely wide enough to stretch out the corners of her lips. With her back starting to ache a bit from leaning/crouching awkwardly over the desk, Jacqueline started to lick at a quick speed in hopes her good performance would lead to her being put into a different position, instead it just immediately led to Jacqueline being even more disgusted than before as her tongue slid side to side along the bottoms of Miss.Hollys toes and just like with the rest of the young woman's foot the flavor was particularly stale, bitter and sour, enough that Jacqueline's tastebuds felt like they were starting to burn though that was the least of her worries. As she licked back and forth she had her tongue pressed hard against the pale undersides of the otherwise tan toes, every few seconds the girls tongue nearly slipped between those toes and with every time that happened Jacqueline caught the tiniest taste of the sweat that had been marinating within the tight little spaces which added an almost painful degree of saltiness to the already foul collection of flavors held by Miss.Hollys lovely, slender foot. To Jacquelines shame, it took a surprising amount of determination not to gag but fortunately she was stubborn enough to somehow keep mostly quiet though her boss soon broke the silence from her chair where she relaxed still with a smile and closed eyes.  "Oh Jacqueline, don't be shy. Lick between my toes, you've done it literally hundreds of times." Miss.Holly commanded with a comfy, relaxed disposition which was the complete opposite of how the slave felt. Still, Jacqueline only hesitated for a single second before plunging her tongue between Miss.Hollys two biggest toes. The taste immediately sent a cold chill of disgust shooting down her spine which only grew worse as Jacqueline began to move her tongue around, twisting and wiggling it within the tight space that was barely even sweaty but the taste was more than enough to make Jacqueline want to vomit despite having licked these terrible cramped areas countless times just as Miss.Holly had so cheerfully pointed out. Trying and failing to ignore that depressing fact, Jacqueline just kept licking and suffering and kept going as her boss suddenly snapped her fingers several times, bringing Jacquelines gaze up to the blonde who now had her eyes opened at last and unfortunately they were staring directly into Jacquelines. "Do you know what my favorite part of being a young, rich, beautiful, successful businesswoman is?" Miss.Holly asked with a friendly yet smug expression, talking down to her toe sucking employee as if Jacqueline were some lowly peasant.  Jacquelines toe sucking came to an abrupt end as they suddenly slipped from her mouth, before the girl could even inhale both feet shot upwards and both heels slammed downwards onto her head, hard enough that Jacqueline dropped down with most of her landing on the desk with her face slamming straight into its solid surface and that's where she remained, leaned over some desk with her bosses feet propped atop the back of her head. "Turn your head to the side." Miss.Holly ordered like a dominatrix enjoying herself, Jacqueline obviously obeyed and ended up looking at a wall for a nanosecond before Miss.Hollys left foot slipped off her head, giving Jacqueline a very detailed view of its inner side. "You know what to do." The half bent over employee certainly did, with a clearly bitter expression Jacqueline began to awkwardly lick the side of the tanned foot as best as she could as Miss.Holly continued to speak with her upbeat, degrading voice. "But yes, anyways, what I love the most about being a multi-millionaire with dozens of perfume stores is how I get to treat you gross little poor people. Now, I don't think all my employees are nasty poor people but you clearly." Miss.Holly mocked as Jacqueline could do nothing but lick one foot while the other used her head as a footrest, the blonde then let out a quick chuckle. "Like seriously, how pathetic and desperate do you have to be to lick feet all day, every day, with twelve hour shifts for so little money you probably can't even afford gas for your trashy car?" Jacqueline just kept licking, feeling even more worthless and humiliated than before, it also reminded her of the various problems her definitely trashy car needed that she definitely couldn't afford. The right foot atop her head lifted and then dropped hard, enough that Jacqueline's whole body jerked. "I wanted a answer." The power-tripping, smiling blonde demanded. "How are you this pathetic and desperate?" "I…don't know?" Jacqueline replied awkwardly and unsure as she kept licking the side of her bosses foot whose taste was nearly as unpleasant as the conversation. The foot licker then spoke with a stubborn tone. "But it's not like I want this job! I just can't find anything else…" "Well that just means I'm right, you literally are pathetic and desperate!"  "Maybe bu-" "Shut up, employee!" Miss.Holly laughed, once again hammering Jacquelines head with her right heel. "Stop talking, do your job and keep licking!" As much as Jacqueline wanted to immediately quit and angrily stomp out she didn't, she couldn't and Miss.Holly clearly knew that as she shifted her left foot slightly, giving her slave access to part of her sole which was quickly introduced to Jacquelines tongue. "Good girl, now you can stay down there and think about your terrible existence for the next twenty or so minutes until your two favorite co-workers arrive." The boss said, crossing her arms with a victorious grin as she closed her eyes once more. "Oh. And thank me for letting you have this job, and you'd better sound like you mean it." "Ugh…do I have-" Jacqueline received a third slam from her bosses right heel, so the lowly employee quickly changed her tone to a much more happy, grateful but obviously dishonest voice. "Okay! Um…th-thank you Miss.Holly." She paused, licked the foot several times and listened to another chuckle from her boss before continuing. "...For letting me have this…wonderful…job…" Jacqueline sounded defeated as she lied. "You're the best boss ever, Miss.Holly…" Twenty minutes later… Jacqueline was very grateful as she closed the door to Miss.Hollys office, she turned to face the rest of the break/storage room that existed behind the actual storefront was. The room was dim, dingy and had walls mostly covered with shelves and boxes holding various perfumes and random seasonal things. Feeling drowsy, weak and still able to taste her bosses feet, the overworked employee was ready to take her short break as she awaited her two younger co-workers. She dragged her feet across the cement floor towards a rectangular table at the rooms center, sitting at the head of this cheaply made table Jacqueline sighed, she looked to her left where a door leading to a maintenence hallway, she then looked to the right wall where another door lead to the small fancy perfume store before she just let her face drop to the table with a sigh, wondering which door Madeline and Chelsea would come running through today. "I hate this job so, so, so much…" She mumbled. Approximately six seconds passed. Jacquelines door question was then answered, the left slammed open, the two girls entered with the energy of a speeding, giggling tornado and Jacqueline couldn't even lift her head before her latest torture session had begun. Immediately she let out a surprised yelp as her chair was jerked backwards, with that yelp turning to a quick scream as the back of her head cracked hard against the ground. "Hey! What the fuck w-" Jacqueline nearly screamed again as she saw a black shoe, the kind all lower class working folk wear, coming down at her but that scream never happened as that shoe smashed into her throat, turning any noises into pathetic whimpers. Looking up with anger that was rapidly turning to nervous fear, she found that the foot belong to Madeline, the overly energetic ginger assistant manager with long, lovely orange hair, pasty white skin splattered with freckles and a very devious expression. Just like Jacqueline(and Chelsea) she wore the usual uniform of the perfume store, black pants and black polo bearing a white name-tag.  "Hey there Jackie, are you ready for another 'team building exercise'?" Madeline asked with glee. "I don't really have a choi-" Jacqueline's vision suddenly became filled with dirty rubber as Chelsea's shoe roughly slapped itself over her eyes, rendering the slave unable to see her which was unfortunate as Chelsea was rather lovely with her smooth black hair, bronze-ish tan Asian complexion and mischievous look that matched her red-headed friend.  "I wonder what kinda fun thing we should first…so many options but so little time." Chelsea asked with a eager sigh, Jacqueline flinched as her shoe shifted and instead of her eyes being covered it was now most of her face that was stuck under dirty shoe sole. Madeline leaned forward on her foot, suddenly crushing Jacqueline's throat significantly harder. "Yea, a half hour to mess with this idiot isn't enough for our daily two-versus-one torture sessions! So let's just start out with the fun stuff…the real fun stuff!" Madeline suggested. "Oh oh, yes, I know exactly what you mean." Chelsea grinned and with that Jacqueline's face was freed as the girl ran off to a random shelf to look through boxes but somehow things still got worse for the slave. Jacqueline's throat was flattened as Madeline lifted her right foot, leaving her balancing on her slaves throat whom only kicked her feet and gave the ginger a threatening glare which only made Madeline chuckle, a moment later Jacquelines stomach was stomped by the left foot and with that the right lifted from her throat only to land atop her face, specifically Madeline's shoe heel slammed into Jacquelines forehead where it dragged itself down a bit, slipping the shoe off to reveal a slender foot trapped in a lime green ankle sock. "Ahh, much better!" Madeline announced, Jacqueline managed to notice the bottom of that green sock was a noticeably darker color than the rest just before the foot playfully slapped down onto her face. She found the reason for the excessive moistness was it being soaked with warm sweat that the now giggling Madeline immediately began to smear all around Jacquelines clearly angry but reluctantly submissive face. "Yea, those shoes are real gross and nasty and they make my feet pretty gross and nasty too, it probably doesn't help that I wear them during gym. But that doesn't really matter, you're not going to run or anything." "Here they are!" Chelsea proclaimed, turning around and proudly displaying two fancy, small clear perfume bottles.  Jacqueline couldn't see much other than Madeline's sweaty green sock sole, her playful smiling face and the ceiling but soon she also saw Chelsea standing above. The socked foot then slipped downwards, slapping hard onto Jacquelines throat hard enough she let out a cough just as Chelsea sprayed each perfume bottles directly at her face. It got everywhere, in Jacquelines eyes, her hair, her nostrils and especially her mouth,  immediately she erupted with an even louder series of coughs that nearly knocked Madeline down but the ginger girl remained, laughing with her friend as Jacqueline writhed around on the ground like a dying bug. "Don't be like that, you know you love our special perfumes." Madeline chuckled, Jacquelines face was sprayed again and with it she tasted vile chemicals and an overwhelming saltiness that was beyond sickening. "And besides, our foot sweat doesn't taste THAT gross." "Plus there's all kinds of creeps that would pay for it and you get it for free." Chelsea added happily.  "How could anyone possibly enj-"  "Quiet foot licker!" Madeline said loudly and that was followed by giggles as well as her foot returning to Jacqueline's face, in a very violent way. "And speaking of foot licking…" Madeline jumped off her slave and with Jacqueline still 'sitting' on her fallen chair between the duo, she looked to Chelsea. "My dear." Madeline said with a joking tone. "Would you assist me in raising this retard up?" "Certainly." Chelsea replied, tossing the perfume onto the table. Several moments later… Jacqueline's chair clattered as it was set upright again with her still in it, her chest pressed uncomfortably against the tables side but that hardly bothered her, what bothered her was the fact that both her co-workers were climbing atop the table with Madeline on the left and Chelsea on the right. As they sat, Jacqueline noticed the girls had removed their shoes just as all four feet came at her, they struck simultaneously with Jacqueline's chair nearly toppling over again as her face was attacked by an army of socked soles. Madeline's lime green socks were joined by Chelsea's regular white ankle socks but despite their generic appearance they reeked terribly, as did Madeline's feet and all Jacqueline could do was sit there, listening to them laugh at her as they spread the nasty 'perfume' all across her face even more.  "Come on Jackie, you know what to do, you do it literally every day!" Madeline laughed as Jacqueline simply tried to keep from coughing and gagging on the stench cloud trapping her head.  "Yea seriously." Chelsea chimed in with sarcasm, giving the slave a firm slap with her moist sock sole. "Hurry up, I need my feet licked already." Jacqueline was visibly annoyed despite this being a daily occurrence. After several more seconds of sitting there with her face being massaged by unpleasant teenager socked soles the enslaved employee got to work, she tried to bite the tip of Madeline's left sock but missed, she tried for one of Chelsea's and missed as well, prompting the girls to laugh at her which just made her more 'eager' to succeed just to spite them. Jacqueline tried several more times, missing endlessly and making the laughter grow louder with each failure. The socked feet moved so quickly that they were a blur of green and white, smacking Jacqueline and abusing her without even a slight break. Madeline's left sole smeared down her cheek, Chelseas right toes briefly twisted into Jacquelines nose while Madelines feet kinda just slapped around, Jacqueline kept failing and her nostrils kept suffering, Chelseas left foot uppercutted Jacquelines jaw and forced her teeth shut with a clatter, Madelines sock pushed into Jacquelines forehead and leaked out warm sweat like a sponge before slowly smearing down sideways while the three other feet attacked all around it, as the descending foot finished soaking Jacqueline and slipped off her chin Chelsea left sole slapped into the slaves lips but this time Jacqueline succeeded, her teeth caught hold of the moist white sock and immediately Madelines heel hammered into her nose, jerking Jacquelines head back with a yelp as the sock slipped from her grasp.  "Oh whoops! My bad." Madeline snickered as the four foot assault continued. "I totally didn't do that on purpose." "Bad luck slave." Chelsea added. "Better keep trying though." "Yea, it's literally your job." Madeline snickered as Jacqueline snipped at her green sock and missed horribly thanks to Chelseas toes punching into her cheek.  The two girls made some more jokes and made some more giggles while Jacqueline kept trying in vain to teeth-pull their nasty socks off, by now her nose had sucked in so much sickening stink she began to feel a bit lightheaded, it certainly didn't help that she had perverted coworkers bashing her face endlessly with feet reeking more aggressively than the most potent of vinegars. Eventually the slow seconds turned to a minute or two, soon Jacquelines mostly sock filled vision saw Madeline look to her friend with a sarcastic sigh.  "You know, it's also her job to lick our feet." "That's very true." "Should we let her do her job then?"  "Ohhh…I guess so." Chelseas foot pushed into half of Jacquelines face while Madelines covered the rest. "It would be rude not to." "Yea and we don't want that!" Madeline decided definitely with a grin, Jacqueline soon heard the girl snapping several times like an impatient customer. "You, you down there, stupid foot girl, do your job!"  Hoping there'd be no more tricks, Jacqueline begrudgingly got to work and began dragging her head down the two different colored socks currently flattening her face until her smooshed lips where at the base of their heels. Not wanting to continue, Jacquelines mouth opened and she gently bit down on both socks, cringing as sweat seeped out but she was accustomed to such grossness so the miserable employee began pulling her head, and the socks, upwards. Slowly the two feet began to be exposed, they both had a similar long slender shape but as the moist socks were peeled away they revealed two very different sights. Chelseas heel was a lovely bronze-ish tan, like wet sand on a beach whereas Madeline's pasty ginger flesh looked whiter than Antarctica. Unfortunately, neither foot bore the temperature of Antarctica because as Jacqueline kept pulling those socks up the heat from all four steamy sweaty feet was overbearing and sticky enough that she nearly began sweating herself.  And finally, both socks slipped off to reveal two pairs of slender toes that wiggled a bit to allow cool air into their warm crevices with their overall innocent appearance hiding the fact they all reeked horribly, enough that Jacqueline nearly gagged but instead she bitterly spat the socks to the floor and just as she turned her head back the two other feet, soggy sweat socks included, both pressed into her face hard enough to make Jacqueline produce a grunt accompanied by laughter and as she began smearing her face downwards that gag managed to escape which only made the laughter louder, this was followed by a impatient groan from Madeline.  "You go too slow."  "Yea, friggin old lady." "Okay Jackie, we'll be nice, use your hands for the last two socks and then…hmm,what should we have our pet do?"  "I think my feet could use a good hard tongue scrubbing, maybe followed by a– Hey! Put your face back!" Chelsea shouted with a snicker, making her slave smash herself back into the mismatched wet socks, she then pinched the tips with her fingers. "And now it'll definitely be followed by a nice heel sucking." "Sounds amazing, for us at least." Madeline said eagerly while Jacqueline already wanted to vomit.  But the foot hating employee had a gross job to do, she gripped the socks a bit harder and tensed her completely smothered face as she pulled. Each sock slid right off, immediately Jacquelines face went from pressing into sweat oozing fabric to sweat producing skin that was far more sickening. Both feet remained in place for a moment before simultaneously starting to move terribly fast. Madelines sole smeared up, Chelseas grinded down but after that both feet kinda just went wild, pushing and shoving Jacquelines head all around with her skin growing increasingly wet and smelly from all the sweat she just sat there enduring, trying and mostly succeeding in not coughing. 'Luckily' this only lasted five or so seconds before both feet slammed down onto the table leaving Jacqueline staring at a row of four feet awaiting her, the left two being a pasty white with their neighbors being a lovely sandy tan.  "Alright, you know what to do." Chelsea said, very ready for the fun begin.  "Yep, you know exactly what to do!" Madeline chimed in, teasingly licking the air before she leaned back onto the table, laying down with a thud. Chelsea swiftly copied her.  Jacquelines face already bore a sour expression so as she reluctantly leaned down it only grew worse, so did the burning sensation in her nose. She really, really didn't want to lick these two giggling girls feet for what was probably the hundredth day in a row…but she also really didn't want to be stomped or kicked or tramped as punishment for disobeying, or keeping them waiting, so the poor college student swung her head down to the left-most foot, Madelines, and forced her tongue out. It smacked into the center of the gingers pale sole, despite months of daily lickings Jacqueline still felt a repulsed chill wash over her and Madeline still felt the need to giggle, probably just to make her contractually obligated coworker feel worse, it worked but unfortunately the taste of the girls foot was far worse than her degrading little snicker. Jacqueline moved her tongue around Madelines slender sole slowly, going side to side several times before slipping over to the next foot where she licked in a up/down motion with her face contorting with obvious disgust, as always Madelines foot had a bitter, vaguely cheesy taste with the sweat adding an extremely overbearing saltiness that was always very present despite how long or hard she licked.  "Ahhh yes, this feels as great as always!" Madeline sighed, giving her slaves nose a quick tap with wiggling toes. "I'm glad we decided to walk all the way here today. Hey sla- or, uh, hey respected coworker, can you taste all the walking I did?"  "Y-"  "I can't." Chelsea swiftly cut in. "But the smell coming off your feet is nasty enough for me, I don't see how our little pets hasn't melted." "You know what that means, Miss.Foot Licker?" Madeline asked as Jacqueline was reluctantly giving her steamy moist toes a tongue massage. "All your training, all these days and weeks and months of licking our feet has finally paid off. You've got superhuman nose that can ignore the n-"  "No…no my nose is normal." Jacqueline mumbled, her nose and tongue dragging down Madelines sole. "Unfortunately." "Awww yea, that is pretty unfortunate." Chelsea whined with feigned sympathy  "Very unfortunate." Madeline mumbled comfortably, as if at a spa, while the slaves tongue scrubbed her pale heel hard enough to wiggle the whole foot.  "So, if your nose still isn't used to all this nasty stank, what about your tongue?"  Coincidentally, Jacqueline happened to be licking back up on Madelines foot when her tongue scraped over a particularly salty, sour patch of sweat that made her groan and tense up, before groaning out.  "No, tongues normal too…" "Really?" Madeline asked with a comfortable grin before proceeding to spend several seconds lounging there atop the table to enjoy her slaves slowly licking tongue. "...You don't even have calluses or whatever from licking for, like, twenty hours a day?"  "Nope." "Ah, well, that's all very interesting and all." Chelsea chimed in, nudging Madelines foot with her own. "But we've only got like twenty minutes left before work actually starts and my feet are suspiciously unlicked." The pasty white foot Jacqueline had been licking smooshed forward hard into her face, pinning her tongue to her chin and flattening her nose with a pale sole. Madeline then happily spoke.  "Give my foot a few loving kisses, heel to toe, then be a good girl and go cover Chelseas feet with your spit next." The relaxed, grinning girl commanded with a snap and a point to her friends awaiting soles. As the two girls began to chatter amongst themselves Madelines foot dropped back down, allowing Jacqueline to briefly glare over at Chelseas slender feet which were already coated in enough sweat that there was no need to spread her saliva around. That sour expression remained on Jacquelines face as she turned back to Madelines foot, she got straight to the unpleasant kissing and pressed her lips hard into the gingers heel, her mouth dragged upwards then smooshed into the center of her sole and finally Jacqueline slid upwards again, her lips landing just below the toes which her nose was unfortunately buried in, forcing her to take a final musky-salt scented snort along with that last kiss which lasted several long seconds before months of training kicked in. Jacquelines tongue slipped out to give Madelines pasty sole a last little bit of pampering, once they started laughing at her the slave quickly slipped over to Chelseas lovely bronzeish colored foot where her tongue met with so much warm, putrid sweat that the slave was surprised her tongue didn't make a splash as it dived in. Instead, Jacqueline just (mostly) repressed a gag as she started lavishing the long, slender foot with licks that traveled swiftly from the girls heel all the way to her toes then back down that made Chelsea exhaled with a giddy smirk.  "Woooo…this is why I come to work!" She said as Jacqueline reluctantly scraped away a unpleasant amount of sweat. "I'd give up my whole paycheck just for this, it's so, so nice."  "It's nice and it's so freaking satisfying too, watchin some college girl lick her younger colleagues feet." Madeline briefly lifted her head with a nasty little grin with the slave groaning as she felt pasty toes poke her cheek momentarily. "Hey Jackie, you know you're a loser, right? We're, like, four years younger than you." The foot licker tried ignoring the giggling teens but it didn't work, it never did, though Jacqueline just kept licking, focusing on Chelsea heel which she currently smothered and lavished with her tongue. Chelsea kindly repaid her by continuing to mock her.  "Shouldn't you be doing something more important, like studying college stuff or whatever? Or getting wasted at frat parties?"  "OR getting HER toes sucked at a frat party? But nooo, she's too busy getting drunk on foot sweat instead, for minimum wage pay basically." Madeline snickered, her heel giving Jacquelines forehead a solid little kick that pushed her back enough her tongue stopped licking but quickly continued, going after Chelseas other foot. "Gaah-damn Jackie, if I were you, I would have killed myself by now!"  "Same, but, hey Jackie, guess what." Chelsea said deviously, prompting the slave to go from staring at the foot she licked to glaring up its owner. "At least you get to lick and love and play with some super cute feet every day." "Not including Susans." Madeline said, with vague respect and kindness.  "Yea, not Susans." Chelsea said, Jacquelines outstretched tongue received a tap from the foot it had been licking. "Before you have to go lick those crusty old lady feet, show us how much you appreciate me and Madeline allowing you to touch our adorable feetsies. You got four in front of you, show them all some love! Whip your head back and forth, go!"  Jacqueline didn't immediately obey so her laziness was rewarded by both of Chelseas feet shooting up and smacking into her face, they rubbed all around rather hard with the sweaty tanned soles dragging Jacquelines already aching facial features around like a smelly blender for the next five or so seconds before they pushed forward hard then dropped, dragging Jacquelines whole head down with them to the table just as both girls sat back up.  "Lick!" Chelsea shouted with glee.  "Now!" Madeline added, she pulled a tiny perfume bottle from her pocket.  Jacquelines face was still buried into Chelseas feet and the slave quickly forced herself deeper into the sweaty soles with her eyes semi-nervously peeking between the toes just as Madeline began repeatedly squirting the 'perfume' indiscriminately like a shotgun. As a fine mist of condensed sweat and harsh chemicals rained down onto Jacquelines hair and Chelseas feet the girl stifled several coughs before she inadvertently snorted in a bit forcing her to choke and forcing her two tormenters to laugh as Madeline kept the stinky sweat-spray spraying.  "Dang I didn't see you grab that." Chelsea said while Jacqueline was basically enduring chemical warfare, now gagging directly into the soles she used for cover. "I had it with me all day, this is a concealed carry state after all." Madeline stated deviously with a shrug as the spray ran out, she tossed it over her shoulder. "Have it just in case I wanted to spread some stanky stank onto some annoying dumbass."  "That's a nice idea actually. Oh, and speaking of annoying dumbasses…" Chelsea said, upon hearing that Jacqueline knew whom she meant and after a few more painful gags the slave got to licking the lovely Asian feet she'd been smooshing her face into, earning a smirk from Chelsea. "Good girl but I'm pretty sure I said to lick ALL four feet." "Yea, ALL FOUR FEET, retard. Get to it before I get another bottle of that nast-" Madeline and Chelsea erupted with laughter as Jacquelines tongue slipped across four soles at such a high speed she nearly fell off the chair, instead she just licked in the opposite direction and then continued traveling side to side at a unnecessarily high speed, her nose still literally burning from snorting the 'fragrant' sweat perfume.  "Wow, that must have been some bad stuff to make you lick that fast." Chelsea chuckled, waving her hand in front of her face. "It definitely was, I can kinda smell it." "Yea,yea, I've been holding onto that bottle for a couple months now, it's been marinating." "Clearly, and oh no, Jackie, watch out, it's all seeping down between my toes." "Well hopefully she's thirsty." Licking gross feet had certainly made Jacqueline thirsty, though definitely not for months old sweat and chemicals but that didn't matter and the two giggling teens clearly care about their quietly wheezing slaves desires, they ignored her as they once again started talking about stupid highschool stuff, boys and teachers and gossip and whatnot, leaving Jacqueline to do her literal job with a scowl. Or at least she would be scowling if her face wasn't contorted into a pained, disgusted expression as she zoomed her head back and forth at such a high speed she was basically a blur. Madelines pasty white feet had a terribly bitter, somewhat stale cheesy taste accompanied by a bit of musky salt while Chelseas lovely bronze soles just tasted of sweat, it was pungent and even though Jacquelines face had soaked up most of it the taste remained very strong and as Jacquelines tongue kept going side to side she couldn't tell which flavor she hated more, both were nasty, all four feet were beyond humiliating to lick but the foot slave knew that's exactly what she'd be doing for the next ten or so minutes…until she got to accompany Susan out for her smoke break… so Jacqueline kept going. Her head moved with such speed that her vision constantly flashed between a pale white color and a brownish goldenish tan, fast enough to induce a seizure though unfortunately Jacqueline that didn't happen and she was left to keep licking, and licking and licking.  Her tongue reached all sections of the two girls feet, countless times. Over and over again she'd start just below the toes, pushing her tongue flat only to hastily slide to the side, usually accompanied by her own gags and plenty of giggles from her perverted coworkers. Once her tongue smeared across four soles she'd move it down a bit then go again, then again and again until finally she went so low that she got a bit of relief due to her tongue rubbing into the table as it licked across the very bottoms of the girls heels.  Jacqueline felt sick in more than one way, largely from just jerking her body around like a rag doll but also from the horrible tastes, despite months of experiencing it daily for hours upon hours. The nasty stinks her nose sucked in had to be the worst of it all though, thanks to her body getting an entire exercise session from all the swift swaying she couldn't take in little breathes, the poor slave had to violently suck in air through her nose which itself was grinding into the four slender soles just as much as her tongue. The scents of old cheese, sweat, bitter moldy air and stale bread endlessly filled her lungs, with the strong stench of that 'perfume' still infecting the air all around Jacquelines suffering nostrils. Regardless of all that, she just kept grinding her tongue, nose and most of her face directly into the four feet, mostly failing to hide her disgust.  She licked and licked and was occasionally mocked by the two teenagers who were far too busy gossiping to pay the foot licker any attention, it went on for a few more minutes, until Jacqueline made a terrible mistake.  Her head movements got a bit sloppy and uncoordinated from the endless erratic movements. Her tongue glided over Madelines very wet right foot, then the left, over to Chelseas also overly saliva covered right foot and then to the final foot where it accidentally scrubbed against Chelseas long toes, her tongue raked the bottoms and squeezed into the crevices forcing a particularly loud gag from Jacqueline as she tasted the previously sprayed perfume, it tasted of old marinated sweat but mostly it was just like she'd swallowed a gallon of chemicals. It coated her tongue and assaulted her tastebuds so mercilessly Jacqueline didn't even think, she just pulled her head back, coughed and choked and would've started spitting out the nasty liquid if Chelseas foot didn't slam up into her lips with several toes slapping her tongue. Chelseas other foot smacked into her face with Jacqueline desperately trying to lean back to escape the onslaught of wiggly Asian girl toes but instead she let out a yelp as Madelines feet kicked into her foot-covered face as well with enough force Jacquelines chair began to teeter backwards.  "Ohhhh no." Madeline snickered, violently driving her heel into the slaves briefly exposed forehead which sealed her fate.  Jacqueline, once again, rode her chair all the way to the ground where the back of her head smashed into the solid concrete floor… just in time for her to see the office door, which had been behind her, open to reveal Miss.Holly strolling out, a pleasantly surprised smile coming to her face.  "Oh well this is convenient, you're already on the floor." She said, her high heels clacking loudly as she approached. "I have a little meeting to run off too, so my footwear needs some quick pampering and, wow, good job showing such foresight and initiative." Despite feeling like she just came out of a gas chamber, Jacqueline felt a tinge of pride with herself.  "Maybe I'll give you two a raise, throwing this loser on the ground like that, it's like you read my mind." Miss.Holly chuckled, killing Jacquelines pride and obviously amusing the two girls. It got even worse when the slave suddenly had the long heel of her bosses black shoe force it's way into her mouth, she quickly got to work shining it and was promptly ignored as she did "So boss, what kinda big fancy meeting do you have?" Madeline asked, slipping off the table directly onto Jacquelines stomach, where she then stood, forcing the slave to accidentally gag herself on the solid piece of plastic already poking at her throat. "Whoops." "Oh it's nothing important. Just a meet up with the malls owner for boring business stuff." Chelsea also slipped off the table, her feet smashing down right behind Madeline with Jacqueline being in enough pain her reflexes forced her head to jerk up, making her deep throat the heel for a moment before it was slipped from her mouth.  "G-get off…" She wheezed only for Miss.Hollys other heel to slide past her lips, where it was immediately serviced by her tongue just as all three females looked down at her.  "I don't remember telling you to speak, employee." Miss.Holly spoke with mocking authority and the two teens swiftly punished their coworker by simultaneously jumping.  Jacqueline was able to whimper before her guts were smashed by four feet, then it turned to a pained scream from her body jerking so hard her insides were practically stabbed by the black heel which she quickly began to continue licking, eyes closed to avoid making humiliating eye contact. The heel began to twist and turn and Miss.Holly then let out a relaxed sigh, which ended with her foot ceasing it's movement and with Jacquelines face now being crushed under the success young woman's high heel toe section.  "Okay you two, your fun is over, for now." Miss.Holly said, earning groans from the girls whom stepped off their abused coworker with the face crushing lasting another second or so before Miss.Holly slipped the heel out, used it to turn Jacquelines head towards the store-facing door, crushed her ear then spoke. "Madeline, Chelsea, please go inform Susan it's her turn to abuse our dear friend Jacqueline. And Jacqueline, well, do your job and maybe do it with a smile for once." Beneath her bosses foot, the Jacqueline unsurprisingly remained with a wide frown on her face as she heard the two girls both happily agreed to this order, picking up their various shoes and socks with their bare feet slapping the ground loudly as they ran about. Within seconds Madeline threw open the door and went through, followed by Chelsea and finally Miss.Holly walked towards it as well, leaving her poor employee with some teasing words.  "Enjoy Susans smoke break and watch out for that secondhand smoke, can't have my newest foot licker getting some lung cancer."  And with that, Miss.Holly was gone with the doorway immediately being filled by Susan. In her late forties, a divorcee and mother of two looked more like she should be on a wholesome cooking show in Wisconsin or maybe in a not so wholesome semi-bbw porn video. Dressed in the all black uniform of the perfume store while also wearing a rather tired but cheery expression that has somehow endured dealing with foolish customers for hours and upon seeing her younger co-worker laying on the ground her brown eyes lit up with delight.  "Oh goodie, you're already down there then, that'll make this a heck of a lot easier…" Susan said, she started to waddle over and as always Jacqueline wasn't ready to pull off her shoes however this time Susan didn't seem to want her help, that much at least. A dirty black work shoe smacked into her face, forcing it to look up allowing her to briefly see Susans amused smile before that same shoe stomped down sideways, immediately moving all around with Jacquelines scrunched-up face quickly receiving several grayish dirt streaks.  "Now don't you move, sweetheart, just stay right down there." Susan commanded rather nicely which only made it more embarrassing for Jacqueline as she just laid there, holding in her pained whimpers while having her face rearranged and smeared from the older woman's rapidly moving shoe. "I know you've had such a horrible, hard day so…" The heel grinded hard into Jacquelines nose, forcing her to squirm.  "I'll help ya out just a tad." She said, stomping her shoe heel onto one side of the nose then violently yanking her foot back, it jerked Jacquelines whole head but the shoe slipped off and as her face turned back up she nearly whined upon seeing the foot wore no sock. Susan then spoke, quite merrily. "See? Wasn't that easy, and quick too! Now just give my sole a nice little kiss then we'll move to the next." "O-okay…" Jacqueline groaned with narrow eyes, slightly annoyed as usual by Susans general upbeat, cheery demeanor.  She reluctantly raised her head and pushed her lips into the woman's sole. The only nice thing about Susan was that her feet didn't really sweat, but the dry crusty skin of the fifty year old was far from pleasant feeling so Jacquelines kiss lasted only a moment, only to restart as Susans very large, very thick, very meaty dropped down, smacking her head into the floor and burying the lower half of Jacquelines face, whom held then held breathe as Susan let out a quick little chuckle.  "Oh come on Jacqueline, that was such a sad kiss, you can do better than that!" Susan said encouragingly and as the slave shot her a glare she just gave her cheek a quick slap then hovered her foot so close Jacqueline could feel the vile dry air radiating off. "Now I want to see a proper smooch, filled with love a-"  Face growing a bit red from not breathing, Jacqueline gave in and thrusted her head up so savagely that Susan nearly lost her balance as the lips smacked, then squished inwards, into her meaty sole. Jacqueline twist and turned her head a bit, cringing as her mouth rubbed around but she endured, eager to not sniff any foul stenches as long as possible as Susans feet undoubtedly reeked the worst. That kiss lasted about five seconds before her head was pushed back to the ground. "Much better!"  The barefoot was replaced by the other foot and its shoe which also harassed Jacquelines face for a brief moment, only to heel slam into her nose just like the last one. Luckily that shoe slipped right off, though the large foot inside then stepped onto Jacquelines chest and squeezed a pained yelp from his as Susan used the slave as if she were apart of the floor for a single step before walking off towards the door leading to the maintenance hall that ran behind every store, cheerfully and kindly calling back over her shoulder.  "Hurry up girl, you can't just be lazy on the ground all day! I've got a smoke break to catch, and you, you've got some ashes to catch!"  To which Jacqueline responded with a groan, before remaining on the floor, specifically to crawl after Susan and her wide feet that hammered into the dirty concrete floor with every step.  A minute or two later, near the end of that dimly lit, filthy hallway…  (there's a part 4,go read it(now))

There was a dull throbbing in Gavin’s lower back that he was pretty sure came from his kidneys. His eyes burned, and that morning when he’d tried to brush his teeth, he was spitting blood in the kitchen sink. The whole room was cloudy with cigarette smoke, and he was drunk. These were the things he knew. Then there was what he didn’t know: what day it was, what time of day it was, how much money was in his bank account, and how much he’d already had to drink. A gutteral burp bellowed out from his beer gut, followed immediately by a woozy hiccup. Behind the tripod, Wallace gave him a thumbs up. “That’s real good, boss! One more shotgun and we can move on to the live stream.” Gavin’s head throbbed with the suggestion; he was in the godawful stage of being simultaneously hungover and still intoxicated. “I can’t feel my face,” he slurred, but Wallace only shot him a tight grin in return. “One more shotgunned beer, you can do it.” Gavin groaned again, taking a couple stabilizing