Stretching Consequences, pt 5 - FINALE (Patreon)

It’s gone too far, the hunger, my... loss of control. My body is aching, my stomach gurgling, sloshing with the slightest movement. My knees shake when I haul myself to my feet and, if I don’t lift it, my gut spreads out in front of me, impeding all movement. Stuffing myself like I have been, I guess I deserve this. It never seemed to matter when I was in the middle of it, I could feel myself stretching, growing, I could feel the skin tightening over my pink, trembling stomach, but I just kept going. The pleasure of it was too much. Did she do this to me? 

Getting through the door was a challenge... the neighbour had to help me, smirking as he pulled at my trotters, my gut inching through the wooden portal centimetre at a time. But I couldn’t remain there any longer, not without risking serious demolition work to leave! As humiliating as it is, I have to return to The Mistress, and hope that somewhere in her twisted heart she can find it in her to forgive me, and perhaps reverse what she’s done. She’s not known for her compassion but...

A girl can hope.