Maria I was 15 when I first laid eyes on Maria. She was 14 years old, 5' 4", 115 pounds, the youngest of six girls. Her build was classic Italian: long dark hair, olive skin, medium bust, wide hips, and a flat stomach... when it wasn't full, that is. Maria had a love affair with food that went beyond anything I had seen before or have seen since. Eating was a sexual experience for her, and I know it was a sexual experience for me watching her gorge herself, filling her stomach till it was stretched tight, then sighing contentedly as she patted her swollen belly, pregnant with food, knowing that it was all inside of her. Maria's yard was the largest on the block and so all of the neighborhood kids would come and play there. Often, Maria's family would have a picnic, and of course everyone was invited. It was at one of these picnics that I first observed Maria's incredible appetite. I was a growing boy, and two hamburgers plus fries and a large helping of potato salad filled me right up. Imagine my surprise when Maria, sitting across from me, downed two hamburgers before I was even through one, then went back for two more, and then, four hot dogs later, finally left the table to go lay down and revel in the mind-numbing pleasure of being stuffed to the gills! I was extremely turned on by this barbaric display of wanton desire and fufillment and wished that it could be my hand that rubbed her taut, rounded belly and made her breath catch as waves of intense satisfaction rolled through her gorgeous body. You might wonder how Maria could get away with this eating habit of hers. It was quite simple, actually, being from a large Italian family full of young women. Her mother only made dinners of one size, large, and was upset if there were lots of leftovers. Maria's older sisters, now in high school or college, were starting to watch their weight and took smaller portions knowing that rich Italian food turned into large Italian hips and thighs. Maria, still graced with a high metabolism and an uncontrollable lust for large amounts of food, became the household food disposal unit, her extremely elastic stomach always eager to filled, never satisfied for long. She made a pledge to never let any of her mother's rich cooking go to waste. One evening my aunt hosted a spaghetti dinner for our family and friends and my cousin invited Maria to come. The adults ate in one room and the ten kids ate in another room around a long wooden table. We had a large pot of spaghetti, enough for at least three helpings for each of us, and several loaves of bread. We dug in immediately. Maria started eating and never let up. Most of us got full about half way through seconds and went out to play. But not Maria, who was finishing her fourth plate. I had some idea of what she was going to do, and cautiously peeked in through the window, my erection building in my pants as Maria gazed at the food left on the table. Waves of hot, expectant lust broke over her as she realized that fully half of the pot was left. She unzipped her pants to free her swelling stomach and gorged herself on the remaining spaghetti and bread. It was hard at first, her belly protesting at being filled beyond its already overdeveloped limits, but she pushed through and finished off the feast in a daze. Her ears felt like they were full cotton; she could barley hear the solid thump as she patted her grossly distended stomach, and the satisfying gurgle it gave in return. Maria alternated between pangs of pain and rushes of euphoria... she had never eaten this much before and she wasn't sure if she could keep it down. But after she laid down and her bulging stomach stretched to contain the object of her orgy, she felt extreme contentment and a tingle of fufilled sexual pleasure. I came in my pants right then and there, vowing that I would be part of her fantasies one day. Maria's eating habits became legendary. She took great pride in being able to beat any of her guy friends in an eating contest. Maria's neighbors became hesitant to ask her to babysit for fear that their refridgerator would be picked clean when they returned. They also wondered how long her metabolism would keep her relatively trim, for though she never lost her soft layer of baby fat, she still had a svelte figure. A few years later I was a senior in high school and Maria was a junior. The gods had been good to her, considering that her binging capacity had steadily increased through high school. Her chest had filled out marvelously, her breasts large, round, and firm, with a decent cleavage. Her hips were wide and softly rounded, her butt and thighs well-formed, covered with a soft layer of smooth fat. Her navel had sunk in about an inch, and a slight bulge was forming beneath it, turning it upward a little. She was an absolute knockout in a swimsuit but she would only wear one-pieces because of the stretch marks over her stomach that were only partially hidden beneath her huge tits. I was thrilled to say the least when she agreed to be my date for the Prom. When I arrived at her house in the limo we'd rented to pick her up she was a delicious sight. Her long, dark hair flowed down past her deep brown eyes, past her shoulders. Her dress, made by one of her sisters, hugged every voluptous curve on her body, exposing her outstanding cleavage, accentuating her rounded hips, showing a glimpse of a smoothly tanned thigh through a seductively-placed slit on the side. I felt my cock straining in my drawers and I knew that tonight I would make my move. Little did I know that she would, unwittingly, play right into my hands! We entered the dining room of the hotel and quickly found our seats. The plan for the evening included an opening address by the class president, followed by a full-course banquet, and dancing afterward till dawn. All through the president's address I could hear Maria's stomach growling like a starving animal and I hungrily watched her hand as she unconsciously rubbed her belly. Then the food was served. Maria surprised me by refraining from wolfing down her portions in a mad rush, but rather eating at a slow and measured pace. I experienced a brief feeling of letdown that I would not be able to see Maria gorge herself tonight, but I quickly recovered when she remained at the table after dancing had started. She cleaned off her plate, her second of the night, and then systematically went around the empty seats at each table, finishing off whatever her classmates had left behind. I watched her from my seat across the room, seeing the look of increasing pleasure-lust on her beautiful face between ravenous bites, stroking my stiff cock through the thin material of my suit pants. Suddenly she stopped her binging and sat still for a moment, eyes wide, mouth gaping like a beached fish. She waddled over to me and said that she had to get home right away because she was having a hard time breathing. As we waited outside for our limo to pull up, I looked her over and immediately understood what had happened. The seams of her dress next to her food-laden stomach were ripping apart; her sister had made the dress out of a non-elastic material, and Maria had literally eaten herself out of her dress! I helped her into the back seat of the limo and listened to her short gasps as she struggled to break out of her beautiful satin prison. My erection was a solid rod of molten steel and I could feel the blood rushing in my ears as I took out my pocketknife and carefully freed her bulging stomach. I was rewarded with a long sigh as she let the weight of her huge meal push her belly out, rounded and tan and smooth in the soft lights of the limo. It was too much for me to bear: my dream had come true! I laid my head in her lap and buried my face in her gut, relishing the soft firmness of it on my cheek, the growlings of her stomach calling me to come inside her. She threw her head back in ecstasy and moaned as I grabbed her swollen paunch with both hands and gently massaged her primary erogenous zone. My tongue explored the depths of her cavernous navel, couched in the valley of her full, rounded abdomen. I was in heaven! Then we arrived at her house. Her parents and sisters were away at a party and would not be back for many hours. Maria unlocked the door and laid down on the sofa while I knelt over her and cut away the rest of her dress, exposing her huge melons. I straddled her, holding her across her wide hips and buried my face in her belly. She was mashing the top of my head with her breasts and twiddling the nipples with her fingertips. Her stomach let out a long growl and she moaned, "God am I hungry!" Her word was my command. I left for the kitchen and returned with two half-gallons of chocolate ice cream and a bottle of cherry schnaps. She grabbed one of the cartons and attacked it, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath in between mouthfuls. I was busy spreading part of the other carton on her smooth, rounded thighs and licking it off, then drinking some of the schnaps from the deep goblet of her navel. I had consumed about half of my carton and a third of the schnaps when Maria threw her empty carton down and breathed, "more!". She quickly finished the contents of my carton, and then drank down all the rest of the schnaps. She sank back against the sofa arm, rubbing her bulging stomach, moaning softly, smiling. I joined her hands in their massaging of her silky smooth body and worked her tits till they were as firm as ripe grapefruit. Then I put my mouth on her belly, kissing it, feeling the coldness of the ice cream through her soft layer of fat, wishing that I was in there, in her. She must have read my mind, or it might have been the alcohol, because opened her eyes a crack, looked at me through the haze of her orgasmic stupor, and said, "I want to get bigger. I want to be fatter. I want your baby to push my stomach out till I'm as big as a house. I want to feel you in me, filling my belly with your hot, thick cum! Fuck me, fuck me, make me fat!" I didn't need to be told twice. She spread her well-formed legs and I ripped off my pants. I thrust myself into her, stoking her boiler with my creamy fuel. The feeling of her smooth, fattened thighs sliding underneath me was heavenly, they were so soft. I was careful not to jar her stomach for fear she would throw up, she was so full. Maria gasped as I shot my pearly load into her, and within seconds I was reloaded. I pushed as hard as I could up into her uterus and made another white-hot delivery; Maria was writhing in blind ecstasy, desperately trying to keep all that luscious food down. As I geared up for a third blast, she suddenly cried, "here, in my mouth, I want to swallow your cum! I want to eat your cock!" Sitting on her large, firm mounds, I pushed my six inch hose into her hungry mouth, the gateway to her full, fat belly. The suction she created was tremendous; within seconds she had drunk me dry, swallowing my jism to mix with the rest of tonight's gluttonous feast in her swollen gut. Maria sighed contentedly and fell asleep. I was spent and joined her in slumber, my head resting on her rounded navel. She would make a good home for my baby, soft, fat, and warm. I couldn't wait until she became slow and heavy, her huge breasts sloshing with thick, rich milk as she waddled down the hall towards me. But before I slipped into oblivion, I felt an intense wave of satisfaction for finally being a part of Maria's sexual food fantasy.