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Happy Accident
by Madame McNight (madame.mcnight@yahoo.com)

***

A young woman who secretly loves to binge takes a trip 
into the hills where she meets a man who shares her 
passion for filling her belly till it sticks out. An 
accidental car wreck leads to a night of stuffed 
bellies and carnal desires. (MF, reluc, rom)

***

She sang as she drove along the empty highway, her 
dark hair whipping around her face and stinging her 
cheeks. The wind through the window slipped across her 
heated skin, but did nothing to cool it. The blood 
being pumped unusually quickly through her veins made 
her feel feverish, alive, and giddy at the thought of 
her secret. The package beside her seemed to sing 
along with her spontaneous melody.

The little blue car sped along the ribbon of asphalt, 
gaining speed as it traveled. The hills surrounding 
the highway were flooded with the intense green of 
summer as trees waved their well-wishes to her as she 
passed.

Sooner than she expected to, she came to the little 
white gravel road leading off the highway and far back 
into the hills. Turning too quickly, the wheels 
skidded on the gravel, throwing dust and rocks up into 
the air. The car spun out of control, eventually 
landing hard against the rock-face on the side of the 
road. Stunned, the woman rested her hands and head on 
the steering wheel for a moment, breathing deeply. 
Once she had assured herself that she had no real 
injuries apart from a small cut on her forehead, she 
decided to continue her journey regardless of the 
inconvenient setback.

Picking up the carefully wrapped package from the seat 
next to her, she scooted across into the passenger 
seat and slowly climbed out of the car. Inspecting the 
vehicle, she found that, while the damage could 
certainly have been worse, the car was not going 
anywhere without a tow-truck. She brushed herself off, 
wiped the hair back from her face, grabbed a backpack 
from the backseat and set off down the gravel road 
with the package under her arm.

She was a bit sore and dusty from the wreck, and her 
neck ached in a rather worrying way, but she still 
managed to keep a rather impressive, determined pace. 
She followed the gravel a road about a mile back, 
until it started winding its way into the deep hills 
where trees cast flickering shadows down over her 
face. She stopped when she came to a steep, narrow 
dirt path that led up one of the bigger hills and cut 
across its side. She looked up along the path, then 
turned to look back down the gravel she had just 
walked. Setting her shoulders, she stepped up onto the 
path and began her hike.

She climbed up the hill as energetically as she could 
manage in her condition. She found herself having to 
use the surrounding trees for hand-holds to steady 
herself, though she had never done that in her 
previous treks. Her package suddenly seemed larger and 
weightier than it had in the car, and the backpack 
strained against her shoulders. Still, she pressed on 
till she came to a clearing at the top of the hill. 
Raising her hand to shade her eyes from the July sun, 
she gazed out into the warm, blue sky. She loved the 
way the leaves on the trees shimmered in the sunlight 
from this viewpoint. Sighing happily, she walked over 
to a flat, whitish boulder in the middle of the long 
grass.

Taking off the backpack, she first stretched her arms 
and shoulders to quiet her aching muscles. Opening the 
bag, she withdrew a large quilt and spread it out over 
the boulder. She sat down on the warm stone and smiled 
as she felt the heat melting into her skin through the 
fabric of the quilt. She placed her package beside her 
and just looked at it for a minute. Then, slowly, she 
began to unwrap the brown parchment slowly, almost 
reverently. She enjoyed taking pains to follow her 
ritual carefully every time, though it had been over a 
year since she last came. Once she had the paper 
undone, she took a large thermos from her bag and 
placed it next to her package. For a moment, she 
stared almost lustfully at what had been revealed 
beneath the packaging.

Dozens upon dozens of sugar cookies winked up at her 
from their rather large box. Many different colors of 
crystallized sugar on the top of the baked goodies 
sparkled in the warm summer sun and begged her for a 
taste. Carefully selecting the first one, she lifted 
it to her nose, savored the sweet and homey smell for 
a moment, then brought it to her lips. She smiled as 
she crunched on her first, enjoying the sugary, 
buttery crumbles that filled her mouth. As she 
swallowed the last bit of it, she opened the gallon-
sized thermos and let the ice-cold milk wash down her 
throat.

Then, one by one, she continued to devour the vanilla-
scented morsels in a well-practiced and methodical 
fashion, following each one with a large portion of 
the milk. As she ate, she stopped occasionally to rub 
her stomach, enjoying the growing sense of fullness as 
her insides continually pushed farther outward. The 
longer she continued eating, though, the more her 
control diminished. As the number of cookies in the 
box dwindled, her stomach grew, as did her need. 
Rather than placing each one delicately between her 
lips, she began cramming them into her mouth and 
chugging the cold milk with a sense of desperation.

She raced as she neared the end of her rations, 
ignoring the growing discomfort she felt as she filled 
her stomach far past its limits, pushing and pushing 
to finish. After swallowing the last morsel, she 
looked down at her engorged belly and rubbed it, 
smiling. She had stretched the skin as tight as it 
would go, and she moved her hands over it repeatedly, 
relishing the feeling of being as full as she could 
possibly be as well as the lovely, rounded stomach it 
gave her. 

Standing up, she noticed that her shirt, once loose 
and flowing, now strained against the hugeness of her 
new belly. Craving freedom from it, she pulled the 
fabric up over her stomach and used the string from 
her package to fasten her shirt up underneath her 
breasts.

Immensely pleased with her new look, she began packing 
away the remnants of her picnic. Once she had 
everything tucked away in her backpack, she began the 
long hike back to her car. As she made her way down 
the narrow path, she began to wonder if she had made a 
mistake by continuing on after the accident. Walking 
back down the trail after her gorge had never bothered 
her before, but today she felt weaker after the car 
wreck, and a little dizzy. 

Suddenly, she heard the dry crunching of twigs on the 
hill behind her. As she whipped her head around to 
identify the cause of the noise, she saw a shadow for 
a moment, and then lost her balance. Tumbling down the 
dirt path, she struck her head along the ground and 
reached her hands out to grab anything that would slow 
her descent. Finding several options but being able to 
hang onto none of them, she eventually came to a stop 
near the bottom of the hill. She lay on her back, 
panting, and opened her eyes. An unfamiliar face 
looked down at her. She winced in pain, then closed 
her eyes, just for a moment...

...When she woke up, she found herself on an old couch 
in what appeared to be a log cabin.
"Careful there! You shouldn't move too much! You have 
a pretty nasty head wound."

Searching for the owner of the voice, she found 
herself looking at a rather handsome, if grizzled, 
young man in a faded blue button-up shirt and old 
jeans. His facial hair was not particularly long, but 
it was rather bristly and covered most of the lower 
part of his face. His eyes, however, shone with 
genuine concern and his brow was creased with worry.
"Who are you and where am I?" Her voice was a little 
scratchy, but she managed to make the words sound more 
confident than she felt at the moment.

"My name is Johnathan Grier, but the few people I know 
tend to call me Jack. This is my home. And, that was 
my land you were trespassing on when you took that 
fall." He pulled up a wooden chair next to the couch 
and looked at her. "Would you like me to call a 
doctor? I'd hate to take any chances with a pregnant 
woman."

"Hello, Jack. I'm Amy. Amy Johnson, as it were. 
Anyways, I'm sorry about trespassing. It's an old, 
favorite place I used to go with my dad. I didn't 
realize anyone minded. It won't happen again."

"Nice to meet you Amy, but you ought to be more 
careful. It's fine, I just wish I had known you were 
up there... then maybe I wouldn't have startled you. 
But now that you're awake, let's get you into the car. 
I'll take you to the hospital in town, have you 
checked out. Make sure you and the baby are okay."

"Baby?" She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'm 
not pregnant."

He looked down at her stomach. "Are you sure? That's a 
rather impressive belly for a woman who's not 
pregnant."

She frowned at him and pursed her lips. "I'm sure. 
This... this is something else. I don't usually talk 
about it."

"Well, even if you're not pregnant, we should still 
get you checked out. I've cleaned up the scratches as 
best I can, but I'm no doctor."

"No, no... I'll be fine. I'd take an aspirin if you've 
got one, but I really don't want to explain this to a 
doctor." She gestured down her stomach.

"All right, but then you really ought to stay here the 
night so I can keep an eye on you. It's almost dark, 
and with that head wound it's not safe for you to 
drive anywhere right now."

"That's nice of you, but I really can't."

"Yes, you can. What you can't do right now is be 
trusted behind the wheel of a car."

She started to protest, rising up from the couch, but 
as she did, the blood rushed to her head and the 
dizziness returned. She half sat, half fell back onto 
the couch. "Perhaps you're right. But I hate to 
impose."

"Hah. Impose? Not with that beautiful belly."

Her eyes widened. "Beautiful? Not many people call it 
that when they find out I'm not pregnant."
"Well, I think it's amazing. How did you get it, Amy?" 

She hesitated. "Umm... honestly? It's from eating a 
LOT of cookies and milk. I like getting so full my 
belly sticks out like this." Her cheeks burned a 
little from the unexpected confession, and she looked 
down at the floor.

"Really? That's kind of... hot." He smiled. "Would it 
be okay if I touched it?"

She blushed even deeper. "I guess. No one's ever done 
that before."

He scooted his chair closer, and reached out a hand to 
feel her bare stomach. He rubbed all over her rounded 
skin gently, slowly savoring the firmness of her body. 
As he touched her, a soft moan escaped from her mouth. 
He turned to look at her, and though their eyes met 
for a moment, hers darted away immediately as she 
pretended immense interest in the logs of his ceiling.

"Are you okay?" he asked, with a smile in his voice.

"I'm fine. Just wish I could go home."

"I'm sorry about that—-perhaps I could make you feel 
more at ease. Would you like some ice cream?"

She looked at him, disbelief splayed across her 
features. "You've seen my belly. You don't think I've 
had enough to eat?"

Grinning, he answered quickly, "No, I don't. In fact, 
I think I'll tell you when you've had enough. Your 
stomach could do with some rounding out." Turning, he 
walked into the kitchen and busied himself concocting 
a sundae. When he returned, she saw that he had made 
her an ice cream in what was essentially a mixing 
bowl.

"I can't eat that! I'd pop like an overripe tomato."

His eyes suddenly became serious. "You can, and you 
will. You're a guest in my house, so you'll follow my 
rules." He handed her the mammoth sundae and sat down 
his chair next to her. "Eat."

She took the spoon he had grabbed for her, and dragged 
it through the whipped cream and chocolate syrup, then 
took a bite. "This is pretty good." She smiled. She 
began to follow his orders, scooping the ice cream up 
and swallowing it quickly, in larger and larger bites. 
She shivered as she felt the cold, velvety sweetness 
slide down her throat. The cooling sensation traveled 
down her body, standing her nipples on end, tensing 
the already stretched-tight muscles in her abdomen, 
and making her toes curl.

He smiled slyly as he noticed the two little tips 
poking through her shirt. "Enjoying ourselves, now are 
we?" He chuckled. He leaned forward in her chair, 
slipped a hand underneath her blouse and gently 
brushed her nipple with a finger.

She gasped.

"Keep eating," he demanded. As she continued, he 
played with one of her nipples, rubbing it between his 
fingers, enjoying the softness of her skin. As his one 
hand continued to caress her breast, the other roamed 
over the still-growing belly. "Take off your shirt."

Her eyes danced, nervously. "I...I don't know..."

"Just do it. The bra, too."

Hesitatingly, she complied and slipped both her top 
and the frilly white bra she had on underneath it up 
over her head, and let them drop onto the floor beside 
the couch. She looked at him for approval.

"That's better. Now keep eating." As she did, he spent 
a moment taking in the soft, pillow-like forms of her 
breasts. Then, he dipped a finger into her ice cream, 
scooped up a small dollop and placed it onto her 
nipple. She drew a sharp intake of breath, and he 
smiled as he let it rest on her skin for a moment, 
allowing her to feel the intensity of the cold. 

Then, he leaned his body over hers, and bent down, 
slowly encircling her nipple with the warmth of his 
tongue. She shuddered as she exhaled, arching her back 
to bring her nipple closer to the pleasure of his 
mouth. He drew her between his lips for a moment, then 
stood up, releasing her. She sighed in frustration, 
and he took the bowl out of her hands. "No more. Not 
until you've finished this."

She frowned at him. "I can't... there's no way. I'm 
only half done and I can barely breathe for being so 
stuffed. There's just no more room..."

He cut her off by filling her mouth with ice cream. 
She looked at him. He looked at her. She swallowed. He 
filled her mouth again with the sweetened cream. And 
again, and again. Slowly, the bowl emptied and her 
belly grew even larger than before. He did not stop to 
touch it this time, but his eyes burned as he watched 
her swell. As the ice cream dwindled, her eating 
slowed. 

Finally, with just a few scoops left, she put her 
hands up to stop him. "No more! I can't. Please!" He 
took her two small hands in his one, rough, large one 
and held them down to her chest. With his other hand, 
he dipped the spoon into the bowl again and lifted it 
to her lips.

She whimpered. "Jack, please. Don't." He held the 
spoon pressed against her lips until, trembling, she 
opened them again. She had barely managed to swallow 
that when he had the spoon ready for her again. Once 
more, she resisted. Slowly, but firmly, he released 
her hands and grasped her chin, opening her mouth for 
her. Once more, he waited, and she swallowed, not 
without some trepidation. With the last bit of ice 
cream on the spoon, he held it up to her waiting. "I 
will not eat one more bite." Her voice quavered, but 
he said nothing. "I really won't. I'm done. It doesn't 
matter what you say, I can't do it."

He simply looked at her, spoon poised to deliver the 
final bite.

"Last one, Amy." With his spoon-free hand, he grasped 
her nipple once more and when her jaw dropped in the 
instinctual reflex of pleasure, he slipped the ice 
cream into her mouth. Her jaw snapped shut and her 
eyes widened. With immense effort, she swallowed the 
large lump of ice cream down, and let her hands fall 
to her engorged belly.

"I...I can't believe it. I'm huge."

His eyes flickered. "That you are. And it looks great 
on you." He dropped his lips to her nipple once more, 
letting his hand drift down her body. It caressed and 
grasped at her enlarged stomach, then began toying at 
the waistband on her shorts. "Oh, Amy... let's get 
these off of you," he whispered.

She gulped, and then complied, hooking each of her 
thumbs into the waistband and pulling them down as low 
as she could. However, in her swollen state, she 
simply could not get them much below her hips.

"Here, let me help you." He gently lifted her legs, 
and pulled them the rest of way, flinging them down to 
rest besides her other clothes. Standing before her, 
he separated her knees and knelt between them. He 
brought his face to her huge belly and kissed it 
gently, all over.

"That tickles!" She giggled.

He chuckled as he answered, "Well, what I'm going to 
do next certainly won't." With that, he lowered his 
lips to her lower lips and began to kiss them, slowly. 
She sighed, and he began to tease her most sensitive 
parts with a well-trained tongue. She opened up to 
him, eagerly, and he breathed in the scent of her 
arousal as she raised herself up to meet him. His 
tongue dashed in and around, and up and down, making 
her wriggle in delight. Finally, she put his hands on 
either side of his head and looked him square in the 
eyes. "Please. I need to feel you now."

He chuckled, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and stood 
up. "Well, Amy, I'm never one to disappoint a lady." 
He stood up and went to release his belt, but her 
hands got there first. 

Undoing the buttons, she pushed his jeans to the floor 
and found herself eye-to-eye, so to speak, with his 
already-rigid member. Without thinking, she grasped 
him and brought him to her slightly sticky lips. 
Sticking out her tongue, she licked the tip, lightly, 
releasing a groan from deep within him. Enjoying 
listening to his favorable response, she pulled him 
nearer, and wrapped her lips around his warm skin. 

She drew him completely into her mouth and used her 
tongue to trace the length of his unit from bottom to 
top. She felt him tense and release repeatedly under 
hands, so she increased her motions, bobbing her head 
up and down, alternately stroking him with her fingers 
and her tongue. Suddenly, he put his hands on the top 
of her head and stepped back, drawing himself out of 
her mouth.

He grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet, then 
sat on the couch, pulling her towards him. 

She hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, 
placing one foot on either side of him. 

Slowly, she lowered herself down until she could feel 
the tip of his head just touching her folds. She 
smiled at him, and held herself there, teasing him 
with her nearness. He met her eyes, grinned 
mischievously, and grabbed her shoulders, pushing down 
hard. Her head thrust backward immediately as she felt 
the full force of his length penetrating her depths, 
forcing her to stretch around him. He held her there 
as he relished the sensation of her muscles expanding 
and contracting around him.

Gradually, she began to rock her body back and forth 
on top of him. He moved his hands down to feel the 
swell of her belly and felt certain parts of his body 
throb at the tight and rounded skin so near to him. 
Due to no will of his own, his hips began to thrust 
deeper into her, and faster, desperate to seek 
release. She grabbed onto his shoulders and redoubled 
her own efforts, her voice gaining strength and 
elevating in pitch as he brought her closer and closer 
to the brink. 

When she thought she could stand it no more, he 
slipped a hand between them and began to massage the 
sensitive little bud between her legs. The sensation 
sent her immediately into overload and she screamed as 
her knees buckled and burning waves of pleasure shot 
through her skin. When he felt her writhing and 
tensing and squeezing on top of him, he lost control 
as well, shuddering as he released himself into her.

Exhausted, they collapsed naked and gloriously sweaty 
into a tangle of limbs on the couch. She rested her 
head on his shoulder and sighed with contentment.

The next morning, he called a tow truck for her, drove 
her to her car to meet it, and then kissed her 
goodbye. As she rode away in the truck, she smiled to 
herself as she planned her next little trip into the 
hills.

END

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