Laura sat alone at a table in the conservatory of the conference centre. She had chosen the one shaded spot in an alcove away from the chatter of the other delegates Her thumping headache had started early in the morning and she was feeling rather the worse for it. In fact, she was felling pretty awful. The journey the evening before to the conference could best be described as 'bloody crap' and what made it worst was her dislike of the incessant chatter of her young and impressionable colleague Emma who found everything 'amazing'.
Laura shook her head and spoke out loud,
"If I see another ergonomic anybloodything I'll sodding well scream."
She sighed and eased back in to the chair and twisted open the bottle of orange juice. Slowly she poured the contents in to a glass as her thoughts turned to Angela. It had been six months now that they had been together. Six months... Laura could hardly believe how quickly the time passed. In the quiet space surrounded by half heard conversations she thought about Angela and how they had grown so close. She was... she considered for the moment... content, that was it.
From the initial lust had grown something far deeper and more rewarding. Their sex life was rich and full and their daily lives had become one of unity. Laura had told her family that she had a girlfriend and that had caused more than a few ripples and chattering emails, more so when she spoke of Angela being almost double her age. Her coming out as a Lesbian had been mercifully drama free and thought Laura had been uncomfortable the first time she had told her friends, mostly they accepted this knowledge of her without judgment.
Laura had been more worried about talking about it at work, but a suitable circumstance had arisen when people were talking about their partners and family life and she had casually thrown in to the conversation 'my girlfriend'. From that first time, no one had mentioned anything to her and thought there might well have been gossip behind her back, no one explicitly mentioned anything to her.
Laura had told her mother after three months. The telling was no more than an off the cuff remark she made to her mother on the phone. It had happened whilst her mother was pretty much in full chat discussing the changes her neighbour was making to her garden. Her statement had barely registered in her mother's seeming endless babble, to the point that when having said goodbye, her mother had phoned back a few minutes later just to confirm what she had said. There had been a slight and awkward pause but Laura was more than a little relieved when all her mother said was that she wished her happiness and that hopefully one day she would get to meet her girlfriend. Her last visit home had been an interesting one where her mother had commented on her looking as she put it "very well". Laura smiled at the memory. Her mother was being diplomatic about the fact that in the last six months Laura had put on just short of two stones.
Laura carried two well supported, heavy and now pierced E cup breasts. Her regular feeding sessions with Angela had grown her waist by another four inches and one new thick roll of fat to the other two that stretched down from her sagging breasts. Because of their play preferences, both Laura and Angela had taken to having their Mons waxed. Through one of Angela's more discrete customer contacts, they had found a woman willing to take care of their more intimate area. The once thick bush of Laura's pubic triangle was now replaced with smooth sensitive skin and the sensitivity when Angela went down on her made the shock and pain of the initial waxing session well worth it. Laura had grown to enjoy oral sex immensely and the pleasure of having her lips licked and pulled by Angela was one of the highlights of their sex play.
Laura's mind drifted on to thoughts of the sex. It had become at times completely off the wall and unpredictable. Most of the best times started with her being fed by Angela great volumes of her favourite foods. They quickly learned that to make the second part of their play more enjoyable, Laura needed to eat for at least several days lots of fruit and fibre. She smiled at the memory of one particular evening when Angela had fed her strawberries and bananas and then later, before play started, had slid an entire chocolate bar deep into her bottom and then, when she opened and fed her lover, her face had been a filthy mess of chocolate and other more complex textures. Angela had loved it.
Laura's once rarely penetrated vagina was regularly stretched by Angela who had stated most casually during one evening's feeding that she looked forwards to the day when she could open Laura wide enough to have a hand deep inside her stretched pussy and arse at the same time. The first time Angela had managed to anally fist Laura was one of the real highlights of that six months. It had occurred after a feeding session when Laura was on her knees, face on the floor. Angela was getting ready to feed from her and had slid fingers deep into her bottom to make as she described it her 'first course pate'. With fingers deep inside her, Angela had told her to push gently. The relaxing muscle coupled with the soft lubricating Belgian chocolate she had pushed in earlier, meant that Angela had been able to slide her whole hand deep within. The sensation of fullness had been overwhelming and when Angela finally withdrew, she had no control over her bowels. Angela's face, hair and most of her chest was covered with her mess and then, as she scraped every last scrap of Laura's waste from her body and eaten it, she licked her now relaxed anal sphincter clean.
Laura had quickly taken to Angela's sometimes profound need to feed from her at the most inopportune moments. The most bizarre place had been in a large shopping centre where they had hurriedly found the most remote toilet and then, in a disabled cubicle Angela had almost ripped her skirt off and bent her over the toilet. With not a care in the world for the potential mess, Angela had placed her mouth straight over Laura's bottom and sucked breakfast from her rear orifice. It was all Laura could do to remain in control. Angela had dug her nails in to her thighs and pushed her mouth hard against her bottom. The thick and heavy coiled waste was consumed without Angela even once taking her mouth from her rear opening. When she had finished, Angela had kissed her deep on the mouth, and with her tongue, pushed some of the retained matter deep into Laura's mouth for her to consume. Hurriedly they had adjusted their clothes, rinsed their mouths and gone for a coffee. Sitting in the coffee shop they had barely been able to keep their hands off each other and Laura wanted to devour her there and then. The rest of the day's shopping had been for Laura a complete torture when all she really wanted to do was go home and enjoy her lover completely.
Later that evening, in the quiet of their shared bed, Angela had spoken about her thrill and desire to be caught feasting by someone else. Angela had been so turned on by the fact that Laura had to exercise so much control over her bowels to make sure she did not make a total public mess of the both of them. Sometimes, when Angela was feeling particularly kinky, she would take some of Laura's waste and smear it in to her bra to coat her nipples. They would then walk around the shops in the knowledge that Angela would be close to having the most intense orgasms.
Over the last month and a half their play had got messier. They had discovered a company that supplied anal feeding tubes that inserted into the recipients anus and secured with straps around the wearers waist. This meant that Laura could relax on the sofa, legs splayed and Angela could kneel below her and she could, with a degree of comfort watch Angela feast from her. The purchase of some leg stirrups made the process even more pleasurable. Laura would position her self on the sofa with the tube inserted and Angela would raise her legs on to the stirrups. Then Angela would kneel before the tube and wait for Laura to push. The tube had a clever feature in it that meant that the waste could be drawn down from her anus with a small sliding knob. Angela quickly referred to it as her "shit lipstick" and she would take great delight in either licking the end of drawing down a six inch length in to her mouth and then swallowing it as one piece. The clever part of the device was that part of the tube itself could remain in place inside the anus and the wearer could wear normal clothes. Angela liked this for her fantasy "baby play" when Laura had no control over her anus and had to wear adult nappies. This particular role play was one they both particularly enjoyed and Laura had naturally taken to being the 'baby' to Angela's mummy. Laura smiled at the thought that she had discovered a lover and partner more than prepared to explore the boundaries of their desires. Her once self hatred and gouging was now no more than a memory and what was once an act of great shame had become the most intimate of desires shared by a lover insatiable for her offerings. As Laura sipped her juice she sat content in the knowledge that she had found in Angela someone unique and very special. It was Angela's birthday soon and she wanted to get her a surprise, but as of yet she was unsure of what it might be.
But in all of her satisfaction with Angela there was also something not quite right. At moments of deepest intimacy there was something about the way Angela behaved that made Laura wonder if really she was thinking of someone else. The first time Laura had felt it was the night they had been out shopping and had passed a middle aged woman who had nodded at Angela. It had been the most imperceptible of nods and Angela had barely responded, but something in the way she carried herself afterwards was different. it was three days after that nod they were intimate again, the longest time since they had been together and it had felt very different, as if Angela was going through the motions more than anything else. She had asked Angela if everything was OK and she had said yes, but those few days had set a nagging seed in Laura's mind that Angela was not as happy as she said she was. Sitting with her thoughts Laura also wondered if the intensity and the unpredictability of Angela's sex drive was in fact her way of trying to gloss over or get over what was bugging her.
She sat alone with her thoughts for a few more quiet moments.
"Oh there you are. The next talk is about to begin Laura, shall we go in?"
Her drifting mind was jolted back to reality by the chirpy voice of Emma . She was standing just behind Laura and her call to return to the conference was met with a deep reluctantly by Laura to lift her self from the chair. She sighed slightly got up and side by side they walked in to the auditorium.
"Penny for your thoughts."
Emma looked at her expectantly.
"Oh nothing really, I was just thinking of things at home."
"Oh?"
Emma looked expectantly at her, but Laura was unwilling to continue and with the looming entrance to the conference theatre she spoke,
