After accidentally getting stuck in a sensory deprivation chamber for 2 months, you've become extremely sensitive to anything that happens to you. Just having clothes on causes your panties to become sopping wet. However nothing compares to filling up your belly beyond capacity and getting bellyrubs from your lovely wife. Slowly stretching your belly was causing you infinite bliss, as more skin meant newly formed - but just as sensitive - nerves. So, when the company owning the deprivation chamber got sued, the only thing you asked for compensation was 50 lifetime supplies to any fast food chains. It's only been a week and your wife has already had to call in help from other girls to feed you and rub your carsized belly. Of course they had to dip into your endless food supplies in order to stay on the job 24/7, meaning they'd slowly get fatter themselves. You didn't mind as it meant more soft fat to rub your massive gravid belly with. As long as you stay bigger than everyone else, you don't mind being consumed by pleasure as fast as you can consume all this food.
The belly rubs, and the adipose depositing all over my body feels amazing, with the additional sensitivity that my body has gotten through that treatment... Sure, it was something that many people did not welcome in their life and that's why the court case even happened, and why they were declared liable to a lot of public damages to people's everyday lifestyles, but while I reaped the benefits, I didn't mind one bit... I simply wanted to enjoy the hedonistic, hyper pleasure I received from stuffing myself fuller and fuller. Of course, everything tasted far more wonderful than before I underwent this treatment, since even my lips and tongue had an impossibly refined sense of taste now.
All the girls giving me food, rubbing my belly, my body, as I got to feel up their own chubby, fatty curves... it was like heaven, a gluttonous heaven, and I was nowhere near done with the first of my lifetime supplies of food, let alone all of the other fourty nine.... Just having my belly resting on the floor felt good, as additional rolls, slaps and jiggles make it wobble slightly out of position, making sure that I never grow to accostumed to a specific belly placement, causing the newly formed neurons to keep firing off new signals to my brain, ensuring my pleasure continues.
This also goes for other bodyparts, and of course, windy days...those are the best...the floor becomes a flooded mess with my juices whenever strong winds blow against my body. Instead of feeling cold, I'm VERY well insulated due to layers upon layers of body fat I acquired from constant stuffing - meaning the breezes simply cause more of that extra sensitivity on my belly, boobs and butt to go crazy.
Now, where did the girls go? I have my next five dinners to eat still... <3
