Cake chess

Chapter 3 - Sudden strike

Luckily he did not die giving oral pleasure to Lydia right after the Ticking Bomb coctail fattened her ass so that she couldn't almost get up. And when walking, she looked like a large infant.
With every step on her way back to the chair, each of her heavy meaty cheeks wobbled all over the place.

Out of nowhere, Beverly made a move capturing one of Lydia's pawns. Lydia is still trying to squeeze her super-sized ass back in the chair when she looks up and there goes feeder arm opening her mouth wide and sending that cake down the hatch. Lydia heavily gulps with half of her ass still out of the chair. Her belly makes a growling noise, she puts her hands on it and expects the worst. At first she can't see anything happening but then she feels her satin lingerie getting tighter and tighter at the waist.

Ladies and gentlemen, Lydia looks like she is not going to keep that satin on her vody for very long. The last pawn cake gave her impressive love handles that are now pushing on the sexy satin piece of fabric from the inside. One more cake and those love handles are on the loose!

She tries to concentrate back on the game. She shakes her hips which unexpectedly causes her to slump tight into the chair while parts of her fat ass spills under the arm rests. As that happens it makes her fart loudly. She's super embarrassed and unconcentrated so when she makes her next move she chooses a wrong piece. Her rook moved to a very wrong place.

Beverly is looking at the move with the highest possible confusion. Her eyes are moving around the board trying to unravel the trick in Lydia's mission. Ever so slowly chooses Beverly one of her pawns to capture Lydia's wrongly chosen rook. Lydia starts sweating.

That enormous cake is getting closer and closer to her mouth. She decides to struggle and keeps her mouth shut.
The feeding machine gives her a warning but Lydia refuses to open her mouth.
Two mechanical arms grab her by her thin waist, pull her out of the chair as if she and her enormous ass weighed nothing at all. Her previously stuck ass makes a clap when pulled out. Now the arms are holding her in a bent position. Another attempt of feeding her nicely failed so one more arm appears with a large spanking board and smacks her so hard a wave of fat travels quickly across Lydia's ass and her thighs. Her eyes tear up. Another spank comes and another. Her fat ass is completely red but her mouth remains closed.
The arm with the spanking board disappears for a second and comes back with a large dildo already vibrating so hard that the vibrations travel through the floor. Suddenly the arm just shoves it right in. Beverly is getting wet just by watching it. Lydia moans with her mouth closed, harder, harder, until she can't hold it anymore and her mouth opens with pleasure.
At that moment, a thick funnel is shoved in her mouth and the whole cake is being pushed under high pressure inside it. It only took twenty seconds to stuff her like a turkey... if the turkey was cake stuffed.

The mechanical arm with the vibrating turbo dildo let her be but her legs were still shaking from the orgasm. The two hands that were holding her in place sat her down into the chair pushing her wide bottom in with a plop sound. She was trying her best to suck in her belly in the satin top but even then it had some serious tension at its seams.
Then it started. The serum kicked in and the whole thing inside of her started rising like bread dough. And so did the fat on her previously chiseled stomach.

She can't hold it!! She can't hold it!!!!!!!!! AND THERE SHE GOES! Oh - snap goes the satin right above the belly button. Look at that gut "bwomping" out at such rate. It just went straight out and landed where her knees are. If this is what rook cake does to her body, I wanna see what the bishop or queen would do.
Oh my goodness! The belly is still spilling out. Lydia is trying to hold it and.... push it back in??! Seriously, girl? I don't think that's gonna work. Oh, she is not OK with that gorgeous gut.
Beverly is laughing her ass off.

What's it gonna be? Can Lydia come back from this?
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Chrysophase2003 1 year
Fun concept. And I appreciate the mix of science and unapologetic make-believe. But the rate of development is inconsistent, as is the narration. You've got a third-person omniscient narrator, a (TBC)
Chrysophase2003 1 year
2: pair of sports commentators, the two contestants, their speech, and their thoughts. Consider how you denote such people in future. For example, italicize the sports commentators and set them (TBC)
Chrysophase2003 1 year
3: into their own paragraphs, much as the speech of each character deserves its own paragraph. Speech is denoted with quotation marks, ofc, but italics are generally used to indicate direct thoughts.
Chrysophase2003 1 year
4: Stephen King's uses italics this way. But, since the commentators are in italics, maybe use italics inside apostrophes to show thoughts? Regarding rate of events, you are diligent in showing off
Chrysophase2003 1 year
5: Lydia's growth and fight against it (though hearing her thoughts as it happens would help), but Lydia being overwhelmed and breaking is quick and sudden. Why did she give up? Why was she competing
Chrysophase2003 1 year
6: if losing a single piece on the board would be so bad for her? Even amateurs know sacrificing pieces is necessary to secure victory. So, what was their motive? What drove them?.Was the prize differ
Chrysophase2003 1 year
7: different for each contestant, was it a 1 wish for anything kind of deal? And what audience are the commentators speaking to? Try to "flesh" out such scenes by describing the location. That way
Chrysophase2003 1 year
8: the reader will be able to more easily visualize events instead of seeing the 2 characters in either a void or the kind of infinite white from the Matrix. "Guns...Lots of guns."~Neo
Chrysophase2003 1 year
9: It shows an imagination and nascent talent. You simply need to practice and hone the fundamentals of prose so that your imagination and talent burn brightly for all to see and appreciate.