Cunningham Prologue
 
It was August 8th, a day Amanda Cunningham's husband had been buzzing about for years now.
She had always disregarded it as some weird fetish of his, but over the years, she had started to warm up to it on her own time, not letting him know. She had set time aside for them to spend time together, disguising her plans as a private baby shower for just herself, her husband, and her sister-in-law.
She wasn't entirely sure she could do it; it was something that was always talked about online, but she had never seen it in real life. The thought of it did excite her, and she wasn't afraid to admit that, but deep down she was doubtful.
Regardless, she had made her plans. She was six months into her pregnancy, so she felt capable of setting up on her own.
The only thing that made her apprehensive was the safety of her children, but... surely it would be fine. Her husband showed her a story of a pregnant woman that did it once.
 
The day of, she had it all set up. Banners, ribbons, balloons... She went as far as to bake a cake and small feast for them to share for their little "celebration." Her husband seemed to be none the wiser, and was cheerful the morning of as they went about their normal routine: morning bath, hand-fed breakfast, the whole nine yards. She gave him a kiss, and his face turned red as she burped on his face. She waited patiently for his sister Paige to arrive and listened as her husband talked to her, but she found it hard to focus. She was more excited than she thought she would be now that it was the day of. Her legs tingled at the mere thought of her husband sliding down her throat, making her already swollen belly taut.
Around eleven, the doorbell rang. Paige was an hour late, which was typical of her, but Amanda was still annoyed. She had never really liked her husband's sister, so she doubted she would feel any remorse for what she was about to do.
Amanda welcomed her in with a smile, and they began conversing and picking at the table full of food Amanda and her husband prepared. Eventually, she pulled her husband aside.
"I can't believe she was late."
"Well, baby... You know how Paige is. It's not like we're doing a gender reveal, or anything." Amanda opened her mouth to say something, but her husband quickly spoke, "I know it's important to you anyway, baby! I know. I'm just saying... please let her slide this time?"
"I always do."
"I know, but please."
Amanda sighed, but nodded. Her husband Brian thanked her profusely, and they returned to the table. She was irked regardless, and that only added to her desire.
After a long while of leg-bouncing anticipation, she paused the conversation. "Hey, Paige, sorry, but I think I have something for my teeth. Like in the back. Could you check for me?"
"Yeah, of course, Ama."
Paige leaned over and took a gander into Amanda's wide open mouth. She gave her husband a look, and he frowned, confused. She simply let out a little sigh.
"I don't see any-"
As soon as Paige started speaking, Amanda lurched forward, engulfing Paige's head in her maw.
Paige flinched, sternly putting her hands on Amanda's shoulders and pushing back. Brian's eyes widened. He sprung into action after Amanda shot him a glare, grabbing his sister's wrists and shoving them into his wife's mouth.
"What the hell, Brian?!" Paige yelled, muffled from her spot in Amanda's mouth.
Brian gave her a harsh shove, and Amanda shuddered as her throat finally distended. She gulped to match Brian's pace, her hands moving to her throat. She felt as he pushed, letting him do most of the hard work. It still took longer than Amanda expected, but with Brian's pushing, they got Paige down in a little under ten minutes. Amanda let out a loud belch, staring down at her gut. It bulged here and there as her sister-in-law struggled in it, and she shuddered again as her husband put a hand on her now taut gut.
"H-Holy shit, Amanda. I didn't know you could do that."
"I didn't either." She gave him a sheepish smile.
"I've... wanted you to do that for years, Amanda. That was so hot."
"Wasn't it?"
She watched him rub at her gut, legs twitching every so often. He seemed entranced.
"You know, Brian, I'm... still not full."
He looked dumbfounded. "You're not? How big is your gut, woman?"
She laughed. "Well, I... I don't know, actually. Do you wanna help me find out?"
"Fuck, of course I do." He quickly reached for a macaron, holding it up to her lips. As soon as she opened her mouth, he eagerly shoved it -- and most of his hand -- in. She swallowed the macaron whole, sucking on his hand for a moment before letting him pull it out.
His face burned red as he reached for another. He placed it gingerly in her mouth, and she cleaned his fingers off again.
He shoveled macaron after macaron into her mouth, then sandwich after sandwich, then fruit after fruit...
Then when he went to cut the ham, Amanda stopped him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I was going to cut the ham. Did you want me to...?"
"What? Yes, I want you to. You just fed me your sister. Is that really shocking?"
"No, I.. it's not." He picked up the ham and brought it to his wife's mouth, giving it a shove. She struggled a little bit with the ham, as she did with Paige; she figured she would just have to get used to swallowing big things whole. Practice makes perfect, after all. She shivered again as Brian put his hands back on her gut, rubbing and pushing here and there. Paige kicked back against his hand, and Amanda let out another belch.
"What... made you decide to do this, Ama?"
"Well, I know you've... always liked this, I guess, so I tried my best to condition myself, I guess? I wanted to do something for you. It's our five year this year, after all."
He beamed at her. "Yeah, it is. This is... a really good gift, Amanda, thank you."
She gently smiled at him. "You could always make it better."
"Yeah..? How's that."
She tilted her head a little. "You wanna... take off your pants? Get comfortable?"
He didn't even say yes. He simply did as she suggested. She led him to her belly button as best as she could, leaning over her gut to push it in for him. He shuddered.
Amanda was shocked that her belly button was deep enough to fit him.
His thrusts only made her burp more. Neither of them took very long; as soon as Amanda's back arched, Brian was finishing himself, pulling out and unloading on her gut.
"You... really do look like you have two people in you, Mandy." He started rubbing her gut once more, and she simply watched with a small smile.
"Yeah..? And now it's shiny."
He laughed a little. "Yeah, now it's shiny."
"You're so cute, Brian. Like... like I could literally eat you."
"You could. Like, really, you actually could." His cheeks were flushed again.
"You know, I haven't seen you blush like that since our honeymoon."
"You haven't done anything so grand since our honeymoon, baby."
"Mm. Yeah? Still. I think.. you should see your sister one last time. Does that sound good to you?"
"Fuck, I... Will you let me out, Amanda?"
"Of course I will. I love you. One person being added to my tits is enough for me."
His breath lightly caught again as he eased himself on to her massive belly. "Okay, then. I'm more than okay with it."
She smiled. "Thank you, Brian. You're such a good little snack." She eased his feet into her mouth, slowly swallowing him down, taking her time to taste him.
She already knew she wasn't going to be able to let him out. She had tested whether or not she could before, messing around with melons and chickens.
She had never been able to let one thing out and keep the other, and as much as she loved Brian, she wasn't willing to lose her entire meal.
She paused at his hips to let him cum one more time, and she felt her gut expand even more after just a couple minutes. Her own face flushed; she had no idea he could put so much into her. She slowly gulped more of him, and he began easing himself in, helping her swallow him down. She licked up his chest, and he leaned up as much as he could manage. He gave her a kiss on the nose.
"I love you, Amanda. My beautiful little piggy."
She hummed as she swallowed more of him, both in agreement and out of pleasure. As his head disappeared past her lips, she put her hands back on the front of her neck, feeling the rest of her husband slide into her gut. She let out another belch, and felt her legs quake at the satisfying release of pressure.
"You're such a good boy, Brian."
"Let... let me out this evening, okay?"
"Well, okay. I'll let you out after I go to the store, okay?"
"Just be sure to show me off."
Amanda laughed. "Well... alright. I'll wear your favorite crop top."
Afternoon rolled around, and Amanda got their groceries. She let one or two people rub her gut, and quipped that "if only she could," she would eat them.
She didn't let Brian out that night. She was awoken the next morning when he started kicking with his sister.
She ignored their struggles, enjoying how much it made her belch. She would struggle giving a lecture that day, both because of the burps and the sheer distraction her writhing gut would become, but she didn't care. In fact, she had an idea.
All she needed for it was enough confidence and a disobedient student.