The phone rang at Quinn's house at about 7 o'clock that night. Quinn jumped when the first ring broke through the silence that had been in the house since they got home.
"Hello? Quinn speaking." she answered the phone.
"Hi, Quinn. It's Hiram Berry, I have the results for Rachel." Hiram's voice rang through the phone. Quinn almost sighed in relief.
"Thank-you, Hiram. Do you want us to come over or can you tell me over the phone?" She asked, hoping that he would say he could tell her over the phone.
"It's okay, it's something I can tell you over the phone and to be honest it's a little bit easier too." He said. Quinn was confused.
"What do you mean? Is Rachel okay?" Quinn asked. She heard Hiram clear his throat at the other end.
"Er, how often do you, er, have oral, er, sex?" Hiram asked her and Quinn went red.
"Um, about twice a day, why? What does that have to do with Rachel?"
"It seems that, um, she's actually digesting your, er, cum, like food. The bump is almost like bloating from eating too much." Hiram told her.
"Really, that's all it is? Oh, thank god. Thank-you sir." Quinn said goodbye and hung up the phone.
"Mistress, what's wrong with me?" Rachel asked, coming up behind Quinn.
"You've been a greedy little whore and eaten too much cum." Quinn said with a laugh.
"You mean it's just bloating?" Rachel asked. Quinn nodded.
"Yes, pet. Now, I think you need to be punished for being so greedy, don't you think?" Quinn asked, pulling Rachel towards the bedroom. Rachel followed eagerly.
"On your knees, you little cumslut. I'm going to feed you again and again until you are so full you can't take another drop." Quinn told her, unsheathing her throbbing member. She shoved it down Rachel's throat, the girl taking it eagerly, sucking, licking and nipping until Quinn came, sending red hot ropes of cum down Rachel's throat. In the next hour, Rachel continuously worked Quinn's cock, hardening it when it went soft and swallowing every drop of cum that Quinn released. Quinn came about six times in that hour and by the time they were done, Rachel's stomach had doubled in size. Now it really looked like she was pregnant. Quinn smiled.
"Alright, until now, we've been doing this at least twice a day, yes?" she asked.
"Yes, mistress. It's my favourite part of the day." Rachel said as best she could with the muscles of her mouth as sore as they were.
"Good. From now on, in between each class, I am going to feed you like that, twice each time if you can make it happen. Before school, three times and after school, five times. You'd like that wouldn't you, you little cumslut?" Quinn asked her.
"Oh, yes mistress, I would like that very much. But won't my stomach keep getting bigger?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, that's kind of the idea. We will stop once I think you're big enough but I will make sure your stomach stays at the size I make it." Quinn said. Rachel nodded her head, knowing not to argue with her mistress.