Title:           Week 5-8 of Human RD Weight Gains(WIP)
Author:          ProfessorAnon
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First Edit:      Tuesday 24th of June 2014 03:15:29 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 23rd of December 2016 11:11:03 AM CDT

>**Week 5**
 
This weekend was a constant downpour of rain outside as the weather had taken a turn for the south. Settling in until the storm passed, Anon and Dash decided to watch some movies on Netflix to pass the evening.
 
>"You think this will be enough popcorn?" Anon held up two big chip bowls piled high.
"Maybe for the first movie or two, I'd probably start up another batch just in case."
 
Dash bent over to get some soda out of the fridge pulling her sweatpants tight against her ass. Watching as she stretched out the fabric with her impressive hips, the scene called out to Anon to go give her a hand, or two. Reaching out, he put one hand on each side of that ass giving it a good squeeze. Dash looked back from the fridge and gave him a sly grin.
 
"Oh, so it's a squeeze you want? Let me give you one." Wrapping her arms around Anon she gave him a firm hug pressing him into her soft fat. "That get you enough squish or do you need to play some more?" Anon coughed trying to get some air back into him after being smothered by her flab.
>"No,—cough—I think I'm good now. I just couldn't resist that booty. You are going to blow out those pants if you get too much bigger back there."
"Well we will just have to see about that then." Grabbing a bottle of cola with one hand she grabbed one of the big tubs of popcorn with the other and made her way over to the couch.
 
Sitting down, the couch groaned as the springs shifted under her weight. "So what should we watch first?"
>"How about something classic? Maybe "Dr. Strangelove"?"
"Sounds good to me."
 
Throughout the movie Dash piled popcorn into her mouth and washed it down with soda. By the end of the movie she had finished off one bowl and made it about half way through the other one. Rubbing her belly Dash thought of what else she could have as her stomach rumbled for something more substantial.
 
"I think I need something other than popcorn. I am going to get something else while you pick another movie."
 
Getting up Dash made her way into the kitchen and shuffled through the fridge for something else to snack on during the movie. Catching her eye, she grabs a tub of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and a spoon. Heading back over to the couch where Anon was starting up another movie she sat the tub down next to the couch and took a seat.
 
The couch creaked again under the massive weight of Dash sitting down as it tried to hold her up. On the side table Dash had brought, along with the ice cream, another 2L bottle of root beer. Watching the movie the couch continued to creak louder as she piled the ice cream into her mouth and washed it down. Soon the couch reached its limit and emitted a loud pop as one of the wooden supports in the couch snapped.
 
>"What was that?"
Dash shrugged and reached for her soda as the beam of the couch under her split and sent the sofa seat under her collapsing. Dash fell in with it leaving her legs sticking up leaving her wedged between the back of the couch frame and her belly. Wiggling her legs she tried to squeeze free in vain.
 
"Fuck! Anon help me out here."
>"Are you ok?" Anon tried to stifle a laugh at her predicament.
"Stop laughing!  Put that phone away and get me out of here"
 
Anon took a quick picture of the hilarious scenario and grabbed Dash's hands and began to pull her up. As much as he pulled he couldn't dislodge Dash's bulk. Finally with a crack the front of the couch broke and Dash popped free from its grasp.
 
 
>"Well so much for that couch, I guess we can salvage something from it though."
Anon gathered up the various pillows and couch cushions and piled them into a sort of chair on the floor against the wall.
>"There we go, a throne for my queen."
 
Grabbing her tub of ice cream she sat down among the cushions and scooted a bit to the side.
"Come sit down here with me, there should be enough room. Plus I don't think the floor will fall through on me, yet." Dash smiled.
 
 
Measurements
63-87-76
Bra size 54J(H)
Weight 586
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>**Week 6**
 
Tonight was Mexican night as Anon put on a goofy sombrero and went to work cooking up rice, beans, tortillas and all other sorts of burrito stuffings.
Meanwhile Dash sat at the counter munching on chips and salsa. Her apatite not sated by such scant offerings caused her stomach to constantly groan and growl for more food. This week Dash wanted to challenge herself to eat 6 massive burritos. Each one of them taking 2 tortillas and sporting enough food to keep someone full for all day.
 
Anon began loading up the first burrito with a heap of rice and black beans; covered in a variety of multi-colored grilled peppers, onions, tomatoes and lettuce; topped off with pork, cheese, salsa and a healthy dose of sour cream. Dash was visibly drooling as she watched Anon roll up the nearly foot long burrito and place it on the serving tray. Finishing up another 5 burritos, Anon carried the heavy plate of food over for Dash. Giving Anon a quick peck on the cheek she tore into the first one with the fervor of a famished beast.
 
The first two burritos vanished into Dash with lighting speed, the third was a bit slower as she spent more time savoring each bite. By the time she made it to the 4th one her normally soft rolly belly had started to stretch out from all of the foot it was trying to contain. Meanwhile Anon noticed that her tight shirt had begun sprouting a pair of damp circles around her nipples. Over the last week the frequency that Dash started lactating when she was aroused had increased leaving her with a few milk-stained bras and sheets. Now she was to the point that just being stuffed was beginning to set her off. Anon was getting worked up as well from both this and watching Dash packing away food until she looked ready to blow.
 
Through much groaning and panting Dash finished off the 5th burrito and started into the 6th. At this point her stomach was near capacity as her belly was stretched wide as her stomach churned and groaned at the massive quantity of food she had consumed. After a few more bites she sat the burrito down and let out a pained groan.
 
 
"I think 6 might have been one too many. If I eat any more I feel like I'm going to blow open like one of those cheap pairs of pants on my ass." Dash slid her chair back as she started rubbing along the side of her strained gut.
>"Come on baby you’re so close. You just need to finish what's left of the last burrito and you will have made it. I'm sure you still have room for a bit more in that belly." consoling Dash as Anon massaged her massive, stuffed belly.
"If I eat any more I feel like I'll explode. I mean look at how big this thing is. I don't think there's any roo**BEEELLLUURRRP***" as she let forth an ear splitting belch from the stomach rub.
>"There we go, more room for the burrito now. Let me help you put away what’s left here." Anon said as he lifted up what remained to her face.
 
Despite her stomach pains telling her no, being presented the food to her face overpowered her with the smell of warm meat and her desire to win. With a few more bites and Anon working her along while giving smooth rubs along her belly to ease the pain she was down to 1/3 of it left. With the end in sight she summoned up what remained of her stamina and finished it off. With short heavy breaths she relaxed as she was victorious over her challenge.
 
 
 
"I think I'm going to need to go lay down after that. I feel like everything is digging into my skin and its making me both horny and pained. If we do anything just go easy ok?"
>"Sure Dashie lets go get you out of those clothes before you shred something."
 
Helping her walk down to the bedroom she slips out of her clothes and rolls to her side on the bed. Her distended stomach rolled out in front of her a good foot and a half busy trying to process all the food. Following her into the bed Anon cuddled up along her back, reaching down and using his hands to work the lower part of her belly. Meanwhile his stiff dick was cradled between Dash's fat ass cheeks.
"Just take it slow, and don’t poke me too hard, everything still is so tight."
Sliding one of her moist nipples into her mouth as Anon began to gently roll into her ass her stomach groans began to subside as the pleasure of being completely stuffed began to overtake her. Grabbing a cup from the nightstand she angled up so her other tit didn't spray all over the bed. Between Dash's body being sensitive and Anon working up as she stuffed her face they both quickly finished leaving Dash with a half filled cup of milk she quickly downed and then passed out, snoring profusely. Cuddled up to Dash, slumber also quickly found Anon as they shared a nap together.
 
 
 
 
Measurements
65-89-79
Bra size 56J(H)
Weight 609