Self-Induced X

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.

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Janet had never been so relieved to make it back home. She ignored the shocked stares her neighbors gave at her obscene body as she silently prayed that none of them called the police. The last thing she needed was an arrest for public indecency.

Her body was sleek with sweat as she arduously waddled inside, closing the door securely behind her. After that, she just took a moment to catch her breath, leaning back on the door, her cheeks red as she puffed out heavy breaths of air.

Janet blinked back the tears in her eyes as she processed the recent events. She had been fired and humiliated. Everyone at work had seen the absurd state of her body. She could never show her face around her colleagues again. And what was she going to do for money? Janet tried not to panic.

Instead, she attempted to dispel the anxious thoughts from her mind. She would think about this later, when she was calmer, and ready. For now, she just had to hold herself together. She was home. She could breathe.

Janet shrugged off the remains of her blouse. Her stretchy pencil skirt had been shoved low beneath her belly, now hugging the recent growth of her voluptuous hips and plump ass. Quietly panting, Janet saw a cardigan lying on the back of her couch. It was a recent purchase she had gotten online at an ultra-plus-plus-sized womens clothing store.

Janet waddled over and pulled it around her shoulders, feeling the desire for coverage at that moment, in the wake of all those disturbed gazes. The cardigan was thin and extremely stretchy, which was part of the reason she had chosen it. Janet managed to close the low buttons around her. Her back was aching and she felt exhausted. She kicked off her flats as she wobbled towards her bedroom, her hands clutching her immense belly as it jiggled with queasy noises. It was so soft and squishy, yet still so plump and rounded, but not nearly symmetrical. It wasn’t bloated enough at that moment.

Janet moaned quietly as she entered her bedroom. She eased her plushy backside onto her mattress and awkwardly managed to shuffle back against her pillows so that she was laying partially upright, the weight of her abdomen resting heavily on her hips.

In her movements, her bare breasts had popped free of the cardigan, but it wasn’t a surprise. Her breasts were huge while the cardigan neckline was severely low, as the article was not meant to be worn on a nude body.

Janet became fixated on the sight of the two round, plump masses, gleaming and looking delicious as they heaved up and down with her heavy breathing.

Suddenly she was at it again. She took hold of her right breast, squeezing and squishing it as she shoved her nipple into her mouth and sucked with abandon. She was already full from her indulgent meal at work but she couldn’t seem to slow down. She was addicted.

Janet groaned and fidgeted, her feet squirming as she sucked more and more of the creamy contents of her body. This was euphoria. Her body was hot and pulsing, growing and tingling, her pleasure only seeming to intensify the more she consumed.

She was barely cognizant of her efficiency, as she alternated between her right nipple and her left one, keeping the output consistent, in fact, encouraging it. Encouraging her breasts to release more of the warm fluid. She could feel her stomach tightening and pushing out, getting so full that it was starting to ache as it was pushed beyond capacity, then further. But to Janet, it hardly mattered. Her stomach could rupture for all she cared. It would be worth it. Because this was everything. “Mmgghhh…” she groaned, finally slowing down. Her forehead was beaded with perspiration. Her face was bright red and she felt dizzy.

Her belly was heavy, flushed, and painfully tight. She finally shifted her attention to it, astounded by the orb seeming to tower over her, as it throbbed visibly against the pressure straining it. It was pinning her to the mattress. It looked larger than a beach ball by then!

Her breasts had been depleted in her hours of abusing them, but maybe she could get a bit more. Just a drop. They looked so much smaller now, the size of honeydews rather than the imposing mass of a basketball each. Though she knew they were empty, Janet still reached for her sore left breast with trembling fingers, but paused as a large belched erupted from her throat.

Her stomach ached, and shivered, and she belched again. She grunted and massaged her abdomen before an even louder burp burst free of her lips.

She couldn’t believe how far things had gone. Janet marveled at her body, feeling a little daunted.

She continued to massage it carefully with her fingers, as she panted, and burped, and tried to figure out where she went from there.

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