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Hi all! This essay is the first chapter of a weight gain fantasy that I'm writing. Hope you like it!

Chapter 1: Gotta get to class

 

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Allie’s soft palm stifled her alarm clock with reluctant heaviness. A cat nap was not enough to ameliorate the symptoms of yet another all-nighter, but it would have to hold her over. College was far more challenging than the high school curriculum that faded into the rearview mirror when she left home.

 

Advanced microbiology lab would start promptly at 5:45 pm. If Allie wanted to eat dinner beforehand, she would have to hit the dining hall soon. Donning a pair of faded, baggy daisy dukes and a breathable tank top, Allie shuffled out of the dorm.

 

Still dazed from her afternoon respite, Allie winced under the bright afternoon sun. She quickly acclimated, as the gentle rays danced across her fair skin. Bright light glinted off her flowing mop of chestnut hair, draped casually across her shoulders. The hem of her tank top rose slightly, as she raised her arms to corral the unruly strands into a convenient pony tail. Warm sunlight caressed her exposed navel. It sent a subtle signal, indicating immodesty to the small-town sweetheart. She quickly tugged her top back down.

 

The blush on Allie’s face was barely discernable as she realized that it was getting harder to conceal her midriff. A strait-laced upbringing left Allie adept at hiding feelings that might belie her reputation as an uncorrupted, straight A student-athlete. Her former cross-country coach would surely chide her if he saw the growing body of evidence indicating that she hadn’t maintained her training.  

 

A stray frisbee skittered across the sidewalk chalk, snapping Allie back to attention.

 

“Toss it here!” huffed an exasperated, blonde freshie. Sweat glinted off her ruddy complexion, as she clapped her hands in anticipation of Allie’s toss. With a disagreeing sigh, Allie flicked the disc back to the girl. She simply couldn’t understand why her peers squandered so much time on the quad, when they should be studying for the first round of midterms. They loomed just weeks away.

 

As Allie crossed the threshold into her favorite dining hall, the scent of freshly baked bread washed away her stress. Crackling ovens churned out new loaves, along with pizzas, toasted subs, and the other carb-filled delights. Such delicacies had been forbidden to the teenage track star. A wry smile stretched across Allie’s face as she placed her order. Two slices of pepperoni and sausage, a side order of breadsticks, and a large Coke. Can’t forget the dipping sauce! With college came the freedom to indulge.

 

Diagrams of plant and animal cells danced across Allie’s iPad as she prepped for her upcoming lab. As an aspiring microbiologist, she wanted nothing more than to ace this class. It was rare for a first-year student to get into such a seminar, and Allie relished the opportunity. Chewing absentmindedly, she settled into the cheesy bliss of her entrée, losing herself in a combination of savory flavors and passion for science. Gradual pressure against her waistband coaxed her out of the splendor. She rubbed her taut waistline, hoping nobody would notice her food baby bulge.

 

Booth cushions groaned as Allie heaved herself from the table. Despite her sauntering pace, she arrived at the lab with time to spare. Her classmates were busy chatting about the upcoming football game, or the scuttlebutt from the latest kegger. Muffled rhythms emitted by the headphones of screen-obsessed introverts sailed hauntingly above the din. As she arranged her notes and calibrated her microscope, a welcome voice cut through the dull roar.

 

“Hey there lab mate, ready for some science?” Jennifer plunked her blue JanSport backpack on the table, taking the seat next to Allie. She chomped into a panini as she waited for a reply.

 

“No food in the lab, Jen!” smirked Allie, scanning the room to see if the teaching assistant had arrived. Allie was relieved by her friend’s presence, even if she was cavalier about lab safety.

 

“Well then, help me finish,” Jen playfully commanded, thrusting half her toasted treat towards the already stuffed Allie. Not wanting to offend her gifted lab mate, Allie obliged. Jen was a brilliant student, sporting a high school transcript adorned with AP credits. As the only sophomore to be elected president of the Microbiology Club, she was a role model to Allie. After scoffing down her half of the panini, Allie hoped nobody could hear her overfilled belly groan. She disappeared into a flowing, white lab coat to cover her swelling stomach.

 

After putting down her backpack, Jen walked to the glass cabinet containing the microscopes. The swoosh of her loose-fitting, jet black tunic top caught Allie’s eye as she walked away. It perfectly matched Jen’s soft, fastidious, pixie cut hairstyle. In the reflection of the glass, Jen’s piercing blue eyes and red lips stood out like sapphires and rubies spaced symmetrically across her snow-white complexion. The surgically precise horizontal line cut sharply by her bangs juxtaposed the enticing softness of her visage, with chubby cheeks flexed in a permanent smile. She exuded confidence. She held her chin up high, unabashed by the soft roll of pudge underneath, threatening to sprout a double chin.

 

Jen turned slightly to the side as she slid the cabinet doors open. Her ample breasts, proudly protruding like the twin hulls of an ocean-faring catamaran, demanded too much space for her to casually pluck the scope off the shelf while facing it squarely. Her thick fingers and pudgy wrists, flexed against the cabinet’s handle, indicated the decadence of her life. No calluses from manual toil, only smooth softness. Her thighs had grown broad and sturdy, from holding up a pudgy torso. The dark blue jeans stretched across them looked worn between her thighs, as if the friction was taking its toll, but she still retained the supple physique of a girl who could be nimble, if necessary. Jen’s ample backside offset the perky melons barely contained by the upper half of her frame. Her ass could serve as a shelf, if someone needed to put down their beer at at party.

 

Jen’s scope was one shelf too high for her 5’4” stature to easily reach. Her thick, supple arms reached overhead, to grab the base of her assigned equipment. With a guilty side-eyed glance, Allie caught a glimpse of Jen’s side-boob. The rising flutter of Jen’s top revealed two deep dimples on her lower back, just above her beltline. Allie melted.

 

They didn’t make girls like Jen in Allie’s hometown. Bright, curious, sassy, and curvy. She was something new and enticing to Allie, who grew up in a culture where all the girls were expected to be sticks. Jen’s thick physique came with an independent, unique confidence that Allie found irresistible.

 

With a clang, the doors in front of the lab swung open, heralding the arrival of the teaching assistant. A portly red-head in a flowing blue sundress and tight black leggings strode briskly to the front of the room. Her ample bosom rose and fell with each breath, as she placed a stack of papers on her desk.  “Ok, class, settle down,” she commanded, with her hands placed atop her wide, hourglass hips. “While we’re waiting for lab to start, come get your quizzes! You’ll need them to study for your midterms!”

 

Allie’s heart raced as she approached the TA’s desk. After shuffling through the papers, she came across her quiz, folded in nearly in half, so only her name was visible towards the top of the sheet. She scurried back to her seat. With trepidation, she unfolded the quiz. Allie’s heart sank.

 

“Hey, you got an 82! Good job,” complimented Jen, while she finished setting up her microscope. “The class average was like a 76.”

 

“Thanks,” quipped Allie, from behind a forced smile. “But I was hoping for better. Getting an A in this class is really important to me,” she confided. Jen couldn’t help but notice Allie’s disappointment. Jen had picked up her quiz before class, at the TA's office hours. She decided to keep her 98 out of the conversation.  

 

“Well, if you have some free time tomorrow afternoon, hit me up! Some of my sisters and I have a study group for this class. You’re welcome to join.”

 

Allie beamed with newfound encouragement. “Thanks Jen! Text me the details, and I’ll be there.”

 

Four hours later, the microbiology lab finally drew to a close. Allie was exhausted. She still had a bit of studying to do, so she stopped by the library on her way home. To stay awake, she decided to grab a coffee from the barista strategically placed right inside the library foyer. When she was in training for a track meet or cross-country race, Allie wouldn’t be caught dead with anything other than a black coffee or tea. All the missed opportunities of her youth haunted her taste buds like gustatory ghosts, warning her not to make the same mistake twice.

 

“I’ll have a grande white chocolate mocha, please,” Allie mumbled to the barista, bashfully.

 

Diligently, the barista’s stubble parted with a Human Resources approved smile, cocked his head to the side, and enticed her with a polite, “Will that be all?”

 

“And a chocolate chunk cookie,” blurted the encouraged Allie. Internally, she rationalized “I deserve it, after that demanding lab.” Allie found a quiet table, reviewed her notes, and absentmindedly slurped down 600 calories of caffeinated sugar. She topped it off with every crumb of a cookie that could serve as a dinner plate for a more modest dieter.

 

After returning to her dorm, the only thought on Allie’s mind was to shower off the stress of the day and go to sleep. It wasn’t long after closing the bedroom door that her daisy dukes and tank top were plunked unceremoniously in the hamper. Allie reached for the towel hanging by her mirror. What she saw looking back at her took her breath away.

 

Allie’s gut, freed from the confines of her jean shorts, retained a thin red streak across the circumference of her bloated waist, serving as a remembrance of her belt line’s tyranny. Her jaw dropped, as her plump pointer finger traced its outline, just beneath her deepening navel. When she was a runner, she clearly sported an outie. It stood proudly beside her hardened six-pack, an ironic symbol of discipline, considering she couldn’t drink if she wanted to maintain it. In a matter of months since high school graduation, that testament to tenacious athleticism had been smothered under a smooth mound of fat, buried like the memories of all the nights she went to bed hungry.

 

Allie cupped her budding belly in both hands, staring into the mirror, befuddled at the newfound curves. “I’m just a little bloated from the pizza,” she told herself, ignoring the love handle humps protruding above her panties. Giving her belly a gentle shake, she couldn’t help but notice how heavy it felt. She turned sideways, curious to see if her tubby tummy extended past her tits. Looking down, it was hard to see over their bloated bumps. They had grown to the point of straining her bra, spilling over the sides. In high school, her caloric deficit left her flat-chested. Faint, pink stretch marks near her armpits served as evidence that her resurgent womanhood wouldn’t be caged in the cramped sports bra of a track jersey any longer. Modest mounds that could be easily covered by Allie’s palms now stretched past even her splayed out fingers. “They’ve gotta be at least D’s by now,” Allie pondered, as she bounced them up and down, admiring their heft.  

 

The motion sent shockwaves rippling across her newly added abdominal adipose. It was the jiggling of cellulite on Allie’s ass and thighs that really caught her attention. While grabbing a handful of her softening hindquarters, she chortled at the thought of squeezing into her old, skimpy running shorts. “There’s no way all this would fit,” she joked, playfully spanking herself. “Coach would be so pissed.”

 

That thought stuck with Allie as she wrapped her corpulent frame in the soft cotton of her towel, and jiggled her way to the shower. She felt so naughty as she rubbed soap suds across her burgeoning curves. She wasn’t supposed to look like this. Like a girl four months pregnant. As her gluttonous meals plodded through her digestive system, her overworked anatomy gurgled in complaint. Her hand slid to the underside of her belly, in a subconscious attempt to quiet the rumbling.

 

As the warm water dripped down Allie’s plump stomach, she could feel little streams starting to form in the wrinkles of fat on her hips. They funneled the flow down to the crease where her chubby thighs met her widening hips. All that steamy water couldn’t stop Allie from shivering, as the excitement of her defiant, lazy lifestyle crashed against her willpower to remain fit and pure. Her hand ventured further south, past her flabby lower belly. She discovered that even the lips of her inexperienced vagina had grown pudgier. They tingled against her soft fingers, and enticingly parted. Allie’s pussy rivaled the hydration of the shower, and as she rubbed herself, the quivers rippled across her fattened body. It only served to urge her onward. As her throbbing clit began to stand out, she realized she still had one outie to play with. Allie knew she should be looking for a professional college boy with a good degree, but she just couldn't keep Jen out of her mind. She wondered whose voluptuous breasts were larger, whose belly softer...

Allie would sleep well that night, and dream of the study group waiting for her tomorrow. 

 

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I like the foundation you've laid! Your realistic and relatable depiction of the college environment, its various trappings, and the character motivations is the sort of approach I find really helps to "sell" weight gain stuff and any drama around it as consequential. Verisimilitude can work wonders!

In terms of formatting, your use of italics for (almost) everything other than dialogue seems...unconventional, but it's still readable enough.

I hope you continue this!

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Hi everyone! Here's chapter 2. I got nervous and deleted my account, but the messages have emboldened me to keep going. I will massively reduce the italics, if it helps the readability.

 

Chapter 2: Study group with the sisters

Three-day weekends meant more to Allie than just a light at the end of the tunnel. From Monday through Thursday, Allie's schedule demanded that she rise with the sun, attend classes all day, and burn the midnight oil to prepare for exams. Indulgences, like hobbies, had to wait. When Friday rolled around, Allie could finally regroup, while proving to herself that she wasn't just a one-dimensional bookworm. 

Nonetheless, microbiology innervated Allie's mind too deeply to be fully dismissed. Still reeling from an emotional cocktail of midterm nerves and excitement about her upcoming study group, she decided to settle her thoughts by contemplating the biology of baking. Yesterday’s pizza feast was excellent, but Allie knew that with her scientific skills, she could create a superior product. Further tilting the scales in her favor, she had received a prized parcel of nutritional yeast, as a graduation gift from her grandmother. She hoped that by learning about the microbes essential to fermentation and baking, she could blend science into her family's ancient recipes. 

Before Allie was willing to deploy her precious batch of baking ingredients, she wanted to do some first-hand research. She slipped into grey joggers and her faded, long sleeve, navy blue t-shirt. Allie was thankful that this morning was cool enough to justify her paunch-hiding alibi of an outfit.  Grabbing her little pink Five-Star notebook, she embarked to the cafeteria for a strategic brunch. 


Allie’s university employed chefs from around the world, preparing dishes with their own technical flourishes. Every week, there seemed to be a new fusion on the brunch menu, inspired from Sicilian, Neapolitan, Greek, and sometimes even Ethiopian origins. Allie convinced herself that her taste buds needed to embark on a world tour, to get a true understanding of what she liked. She would visit all of the kiosks in the cafeteria food court this morning, and record her thoughts on each dish she purchased.


The student employees at the dining hall had grown familiar with Allie. Her persistent patronage earned her the nickname “Alliegator,” in homage to her conspicuous appetite. Her carte blanche meal plan entitled her to three squares a day, so they were sure to avoid saying anything to Allie’s face. No reason to rankle a repeat customer.


Today’s first test subject was a sliver of Berbere chickpea pizza, drizzled with tahini garlic dressing. Still brimming from last night’s gluttony, Allie figured the vegan option might assuage her feelings of guilt and greed. In actuality, it was more of an appetizer. 


Hamburger or hotdog was the only choice on Allie’s childhood cookout menu. Being surrounded by such diverse and colorful cuisine cultivated Allie’s appetite for discovery. Jotting down notes about the flaky crunch of the African-inspired crust, Allie moved on to a thicker, chewier, square-cut Sicilian masterpiece. It brimmed with melted cheese and tomato sauce. Almost subconsciously, she rubbed her billowing waistline, as if to manually make more room. She still had to savor a wide Margherita wedge, with flavors that couldn’t be contained by its ridge of proud crust. 

 

As the calories slid across Allie’s lips, her pen scrawled haphazardly across the page. The pressure in her expanding stomach reminded her of how naughty she was being, consuming a day’s worth of calories in a single sitting. It drove her mad with wanton hedonism. She could barely focus on her notetaking, but she didn’t care. As her chubby cheeks moved another mouthful down her insatiable throat, she rolled her eyes in ecstasy. 

 

Allie’s hand soon rested subconsciously on her inner thigh. She noticed that the fat accumulating there rivaled the fabric of her joggers in softness. She couldn’t remember the last time she actually jogged in the garments. As she spread her legs, her relaxed belly filled the void between them. Allie rearranged her distressed waistband. She stifled a mischievous giggle, giving her growing gut a playful pat under the table. The jostling, combined with the effects of her second soda refill, dislodged an audible *BRRRRPPP* from the former prom queen. Her old beau would have surely dumped her for that, but she was in a new world now. Most of her fellow diners were basking in the captivating stupor of their smartphones. 

Nearly slipping into a food coma, Allie reclined back into the cool plastic cushion of her booth. She felt the exposed skin of her lower back stick to its surface. Realizing that her shirt had ridden up, exposing her expanding girth, Allie tugged it back down, almost like she did yesterday on the quad. This time it was a slower motion, as she felt an almost exhibitionist comfort in her new skin. In her more modest years, she’d fold her arms in her lap to cover up the displacement of a salad. Now, looking down, she knew that two forearms weren’t nearly wide enough. Seeing herself in the mirror last night had jarred Allie’s sense of public decency. 

*vrrp vrrrp* Allie’s mobile sounded off. She reached back, across her padded ass to the stretched pants pocket holding her phone. It was Jen.

Hey Al! Coming over?
                                        

Sure! What time?

20 mins
We’re ordering Thai
                                          

 Wait, what?

Can’t study on an empty stomach lol
Besides, it’s almost lunch

Allie had completely lost track of time. She’d been gorging herself in the cafeteria all morning.

                            I though study group was in the afternoon…

My sisters have a bake sale
Gotta move it up
You gonna be there?

Allie’s belly groaned. She gave it a pacifying rub, while contemplating the possibility of taking a rain check. Then she thought about how close she was to getting an A in her class. She also remembered how close the midterms were.

Yup, be there soon! 
Just gotta grab my notes

With an exasperating sigh, Allie bussed her trays. “Thai food,” she thought to herself, massaging her swollen lump of a belly. “At least it’s not that filling, right?”

The walk to Jen’s sorority house was a rude awakening for Allie. The straps of her backpack chafed the extra padding under her arms. Even a listless pace elevated her heart rate noticeably. Allie’s calves strained, as she hoisted her checkered vans up each step of the ivy-covered brick staircase leading to the sorority’s study hall. She looked over her shoulder, to verify that there was nobody behind her that might notice her blubbery backside jiggling violently with each stride. Harnessing her stoicism, Allie caught her breath on the stoop.  

She did so just in the nick of time. Before Allie could even knock, Jen swung the door open. “Come on in!” she clamored. “Food just got here.”

Allie wondered if Jen had seen her pathetic display on the staircase. Slightly embarrassed, she smiled at Jen, and stepped inside. A rich mahogany hallway, lined with pictures of Jen’s sisters, shepherded them to the study hall in the back of the building. As they walked, the nutty sweetness of the Thai noodles rushed up to greet them, like a Labrador retriever coming to give them a warm, albeit intrusive, welcome. If she wasn’t already bursting at the seams, Allie knew her mouth would be watering. 

Although the hallway woodwork seemed rigid and austere, the microbiology students held their session in a chamber of soft, welcoming comfort. As Allie sheepishly entered, Jen introduced her to the group. Oversized bean bags, couches, and body pillows were scattered across the room. Perched upon then like casual queens, was a pantheon of intellectual young ladies. Allie could recognize them from the hallway photos, but they all looked a little larger in living color. The rigid cheekbones, skinny necklines, and pointed jaws of the pledges took on doughy, happily domesticated expressions when seen in three dimensions.

“I see you got the memo,” teased Jen, flirtatiously sliding a finger across Allie’s hip, and snapping the waistband of her cotton joggers. Only now did Allie notice that all the girls were wearing sweatpants and hoodies. 

Allie, enticed but taken aback by the boldness of Jen’s gesture, guffawed. “Ha, ok Jen. I’m just ready to study. Have you started chapter 8 yet?”

“Oh, we’re just about to!” chimed an inviting voice from the back corner of the room. A tie dye hoodie flopped down, allowing a mop of red hair to pop into Allie's field of view. It was Allie’s TA, apparently a sister in Jen’s sorority. Gleefully, Allie strode over, mouthing a quiet thank you to Jen. Allie plopped her tired, flabby body down in the cushion of a wicker lounge chair, and opened her textbook. She teemed with a sense of acceptance. This might just be her home away from home. “I’m Amanda,” the TA quipped. “You’d be surprised how many students don’t know that, even at this point in the semester.”

Just as Allie, Amanda, and a pair of pleasantly plump blondes were settling into a conversation about oxidative phosphorylation, Jen strode up to the group. “Here you go ladies, straight from the Bangkok Express.” She laid a warm Styrofoam dish of pad Thai, wider and thicker than Allie’s textbook, gently in Allie’s lap.  

“Oh, no thanks,” Allie politely declined. “I just came from brunch, I’ll burst.” She looked down at what she’d done to herself, and gave her belly a stiff, disciplinary pat. The motion that caught Jen’s attention. The study hall matriarch gently bit the corner of her lip, shifting her weight slightly towards one of her wide, soft hips. She swished her immaculately trimmed pixie cut bangs to one side, and quietly cleared her throat. Allie looked up. She thought she noticed a flickering spark in Jen’s eyes as they made a brief connection. 

“Oooh, where did you go for brunch?” inquired Stacy, one of the blondes, her green eyes flashing up from her reading. Her apparent twin Jessica chirped in, updating that “Stacy and I had eggs benedict, from the house chef. It was delish.” 

Allie was caught off guard by this admission. Her high school friends were always so guarded about their diets. Her mood was buoyed by the sea of laughter and noodle slurping that drifted through the room. Not a single girl was shy about wielding her chopsticks, like the instruments of a master diver unearthing the treasures of a newly discovered shipwreck. A wave of relaxation washed over her. Feeling the warmth emanating from the container in her lap, she smiled up at Jen, and dug in. Jen winked back, as if to say, “you’re among friends! Relax and enjoy.” 

Hours ticked by as the girls studied. And gorged themselves. Allie was so engrossed in her facts and figures, that she didn’t notice the complete depletion of her noodles. Looking down with shock, she realized she’d gorged another full day’s worth of calories. Before a big race, she would carbo load with her teammates by eating a couple handfuls of plain pasta with red sauce. An entire team could have loaded up with just her helping. At first, she felt like a cow, but then realized some of her classmates had gotten seconds. Maybe she wasn’t such a fat slob after all. 

The study session finally ground to a halt. All the chapters had been discussed; every practice problem beaten like a dead horse. Allie felt supreme confidence, knowing that she still had the rest of the weekend to review her notes. As she was saying her goodbyes and packing up her things, she felt a tap on her shoulder. 

“Hey Al, can you help me with something in the kitchen?” Jen beckoned, nodding her head towards the larder. 

“Sure Jen! What do you need?”

“Well, do you remember my text this morning, about the bake sale?”

“Yeah.”

“I figured, since you seem to know so much about cooking, you could critique our recipes. I am, after all, the house chef.”

Allie wasn’t sure how to respond. She had told a couple girls in the study session that she liked to bake, but she was still a neophyte when it came to pastries. 

“Oh, of course, Jen! Just text me your list of ingredients. I really should be going now.” Allie figured she could buy herself some time, and sleep off her massive digestive backlog. 

“No, no, you’re not understanding. Don’t you smell them?”

With a sniff, Allie started to understand. 

“So that’s where you disappeared to when Amanda and I were studying, huh Jen?” Allie joked, giving Jen a jab in the arm. 

“Yup, you solved the mystery, Sherlock! Now sit down at the table, and tell me what you think.” Jen took Allie by the arm. At first she dragged her feet, but when Jen stared back at her with those piercing blue eyes, Allie complied. She wanted to stay in the group. Pissing off Jen was a bad idea. 

Sitting on an island countertop in Jen’s kitchen was an overflowing plate of desserts. Scones, pies, cupcakes, banana bread, and assorted chocolates. There was no way Allie could even scratch the surface. Smiling nervously, she fixed herself a modest plate. She stared with dismay, as Jen heaped on one item from every category. After just a single bite of each, Allie mailed in tepid complements. Jen saw through her lackluster response.

“Come on, what’s the matter Allie? You don’t like’ em?” Jen draped her arm over the back of Allie’s chair. She loomed over Allie’s shoulder. Jen’s soft belly and heavy breasts sagged by Allie’s face, a dominant display of womanhood. 

“Mmph, mmph, No, Jen, mmph, they’re great…” Allie submissively mumbled between bites. She was intimidated by Jen’s demands, but at the same time, she wanted to please her. Jen had everything Allie wanted; connections to new friends, brilliance in the classroom, and an unashamed appetite for what made her happy. Allie wanted Jen to give her a justification to indulge. Then it wouldn’t be Allie’s fault if she got fat, and Allie craved that excuse. But she just couldn’t let go. 

“Well then, eat up, Allie! It’s clear you like to pig out.” With her erect pointer finger, Jen prodded Allie in her swollen keg of a stomach. Allie was filled to the brim, and the jab made her moan sharply. Staring up at Jen with embarrassed bewilderment, Allie pushed her chair back, and hobbled away as quickly as her overstuffed body would allow. She choked back red-hot tears, as she stumbled into a nearby bathroom.

Trying not to sob, Allie bent over the sink. She started running cool water over her hands, and patting her red eyes with the liquid salve. As Allie dried her face, she studied herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was still drawn back in a loose, flowing pony tail, the kind she wore before running laps around the track. This time, it was not nearly pulled as tight. Her cheeks, once gaunt, were now full and thick, like she had a mouthful of marshmallows. Her lips, pouty and red, were noticeably plumper, perhaps because her mouth was the only thing on her body still getting any real exercise. Under her chin sat a small pad of pudge, rounding out her once aerodynamic, angular appearance. Tears began to pool in her dark brown eyes, as she fidgeted with her thick eyebrows. “At least my brows haven’t blown up,” she thought to herself. “Jen’s right. I’m such a pig.”

*tap* *tap* *tap* came a knock at the bathroom door

“Allie?”

“… sniff… One second!”
“Allie, please, I didn’t mean it…” confessed Jen from the other side of the door. “I went too far. I just wanted you to feel welcome.”

“Feel welcome?!?” Allie, angered and confused, flung the door open. “How is poking me and calling me a pig going to make me feel welcome?”

Jen was standing forlorn in the doorway, arms hung disarmingly by her curvy sides. 

“You’re not a pig. I didn’t call you that.” With one hand Jen clasped Allie’s wrist, and with the other, brushed stray hairs out of her flustered, blushing face.  Jen looked Allie dead in the eye.

“Yes, you did! You fucking poked me!” Allie’s tone dropped with her volume, but she remained indignant.

“I said you liked to pig out. That’s normal around here. We like to indulge, it’s no big deal.” Jen moved in for the hug. Allie immediately softened up, and shared the embrace. This was the first time that she had ever shared such an intimate moment. Feeling Jen’s massive tits and belly pushing her away made her just want to get closer. 

 “Well, I do like to eat, I guess,” Allie admitted, burying her face in the nape of Jen’s neck. 

“I can tell,” chuckled Jen, patting the side of Allie’s belly, gingerly this time. “You know, I was like you too when I showed up here,” Jen whispered. She continued to rub Allie’s belly in wide, soothing circles.

“What, a skinny bitch?” Allie hugged Jen tighter, giving Jen’s belly a little nudge. Allie was amazed at how easily her fingers sunk into Jen’s soft, enveloping belly. Jen moved her hips closer, as if inviting a deeper probe.

“Haha, not as much of a stick as you were, but close. It took me a while to just enjoy myself. Don’t make the same mistake.” 

Jen’s hands wrapped around the newly fledged curves of Allie’s face. They shared a brief moment, getting lost in each other’s eyes, and finally kissed. 

“Help me learn to relax, Jen.” Allie beckoned, in her softest voice. “Help me learn to be myself.”

“How could I say no to these chubby cheeks,” Jen softly chided, running her hand along the side of Allie’s slightly gaping mouth. “I’ll show you how to appreciate a little extra cushion every time you sit on a wooden bench,” hissed Jen, as she pinched a handful of Allison’s flat-to-fat ass. “I’ll show you how much of a relief it is to never have to suck it in.” Jen’s palm migrated north, grabbing a handful of Allie’s bulging, distended abdomen. “When you feel like people expect you to stop eating, or that society says you shouldn’t fill yourself up…” Jen simultaneously grabbed Allie’s soaking crotch, and hyperventilating throat. “…I’ll tell you to stuff yourself with whatever you want. I’ll push you over the edge, and into a world of rapture.”

Allie melted in Jen’s hands. Jen grabbed Allie by her conveniently plump hips, and commanded her up against the bathroom wall. Stripping down Allie’s joggers, and using her teeth to tear away Allie's panties , Jen used her tongue to satisfy an appetite that Allie was only beginning to unearth. While coming up for air, Jen jammed two thick fingers into Allie’s sopping pussy, and demanded, “Wanna pig out with me some more, baby?”

“YES, YES, YES, FUCK YES!!!!” submitted Allie, pushing Jen’s head back down. On her way, Jen let out a muffled chuckle. She thought to herself, “That’s my little piggy pledge,” as she finished off the newest member of her study hall harem. 
 

Hope you like it! I am shooting for Chapter 3 later this weekend. 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 3: Blowing off steam

 

Fall descended upon northern New York in an avalanche of colors. Orange, red, brown, and yellow ignited the canopy enclosing Allie’s cozy campus. The first round of midterms was over, and sweater weather had begun.

 

Allie loved being in nature. Charging through ravines, forests, and hillsides, is what drew her to the sport of cross country. While competing, she wished she could slow down and enjoy the scenery.

 

Retiring her running shoes allowed her that opportunity. Allie’s replacements, comfortable faux-leather boots, crunched the fallen leaves as she ambled along nature trails behind her dorm. The fluffy lining and loose laces of her footwear slackened over time, accommodating her thickening ankles.

 

Breathing deeply, Allie closed her eyes, and tilted her face upwards to greet the autumn sunshine. Her fingers, nestled deep in the pockets of her red flannel jacket, wiggled slowly. Allie held her breath for a couple seconds, basking in the moment, and then consciously exhaled any lingering anxiety. Under Jen’s tutelage, she’d aced her midterms, but the semester’s tests weren’t finished. While she was on campus, final exams lurked like specters in the shadows of Allie’s mind, but they couldn’t haunt her in the hallowed ground of the arboretum. Allie knew she would emerge from the woods reinvigorated.

 

Tugging Jen’s black beanie down around her ears, she remembered the hours that they’d spent studying together. Exams brought Allie stress, but they also brought alone time with her favorite tutor. It was more than a fair trade.

 

Allie’s belly emitted a rumbling gurgle. She smiled, for this interruption was an uncanny reminder to indulge, and today, that indulgence was particularly alluring. Allie slipped her arm from under the strap of her purple and gold backpack, swooped it to the front, and unzipped its largest compartment. Normally, that pouch would be crammed with books, but it was too crisp and cloudless of a Saturday for Allie to be cooped up in the library. Today, she was toting a wax paper bag, nearly overflowing with cinnamon donuts, glittering with brown sugar. Next to the donuts was a metal thermos, filled with steaming apple cider. Jen’s custom juice incorporated a splash of pear extract, to offset the tartness of the apple varieties that grew locally in the upstate region. Such a feast would require a suitable resting place.

 

Nearby, Allie glimpsed an old wooden bench overlooking the bend of a babbling brook. She brushed the leaves off the slats, and slowly sat down. She wasn’t sure how chilly her seat would be. Luckily, she had spent some of her work-study cash on winterized leggings, and on this day, they did the trick. Allie wholeheartedly took Jen’s advice to avoid restrictions, a lesson she readily applied to her wardrobe. No buttons below the waist. She didn’t need any pinching sensations saying “no” to her appetite. The wood creaked under the weight of Allie’s body, as if to tease her.

 

Undaunted, Allie plunked her backpack on the bench, and sipped her cider. The warm liquid paved the way for the donuts, which were growing more irresistible by the second. Selecting the biggest one of the baker’s dozen, Allie was taken aback at its heft. Usually, Jen’s recipe produced light, fluffy, almost crumbly morsels. She bit into it. The mystery of the girthy donut was soon solved when carrot cake icing leapt out of the donut’s interior, and sweetly stuck the landing on Allie’s taste buds. Jen must have found a way to inject frosting into the tube of the donut. Giggling with glee, Allie scoffed down her first victim and moved on to see if the rest had the same constitution.

 

White caps careened over boulders in the river, as a sugar rush swept Allie away. She averted her gaze from the chaos upriver to the tranquil smoothness found as the river broadened downstream. Allie remembered how chaotic her life had been when she was “narrow,” like the head of the river. As she travelled along her journey with Jen, and became broader in the process, she felt so calm. Her life had depth now, as she constantly dove deep into new experiences. Maybe it was the freshness of the cool autumn air, the sugar rush bolstering Allie’s brainpower, or the decadence of the donuts, but Allie felt inspired. She put away the last few desserts, slurped her final gulp of cider, and began walking back to Jen. There wasn’t much time left before nightfall.

 

When Allie returned, the sorority house was bustling with activity. The sisters were cleaning, decorating, chatting, and laughing in anticipation of the night’s party. Midterms were over, and everyone was ready to blow off steam. Preparations for tonight’s rager had to be on point.

 

Jen, however, wasn’t lifting a finger to help. She curled herself up in her favorite chair, warming herself by the fireplace. Jen laverted her gaze briefly from her magazine, sipping from her tall glass of dark red wine. Reflections of the flames danced across her pupils, but Allie was the one heating up.

 

“Hey J, saved you some donuts!” 

 

“Wow, I’m surprised any made it back,” chided Jen, smirking at Allie. Jen returned her attention to the latest fall fashion trends in her magazine. Jen was queen bee around the house. Decorating was for the pledges. With Allie being the one exception, of course.

 

Sauntering over to Jen, Allie slid her remaining pastries into Jen’s lap, and slipped her a peck on the cheek. Jen’s lack of satisfaction with this half measure erupted with an unsatisfied snort, as she reached up, grabbing Allie by the lapels of her jacket. She tugged Allie close, almost pulling her into the chair with her. It was all Allie could do to catch herself; she certainly didn’t want to knock over Jen’s wine.

 

Captured in Jen’s embrace, Allie’s lips parted. Jen snaked her tongue into Allie’s flabbergasted mouth, while Allie struggled to stay upright above her quivering knees. Allie was well aware of the side-eyed glances from the other girls, who knew she was Jen’s favorite, and this display wasn’t helping her reputation. Nonetheless, Jen’s hold over her was too powerful. She couldn’t pull away.

 

Jen cut off the kiss. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she began eyeing up her flustered protégé. “Since you already have those on, I think it’s time for another lesson,” insisted Jen, in a low, dominating tone. She playfully squeezed the yoga pants clinging to Allie’s inner thighs.

 

Jen’s little piggy was definitely packing on the pounds, but she was developing a unique, unexpected physique. Allie’s body insisted on being at least marginally athletic, a rebellious streak that Jen would tolerate, for now. When Allie started gaining, her legs were covered in loose jiggle and flab. Now, they had become bulbous and taut. A layer of smooth blubber concealed quads that would make a seasoned sprinter jealous. They were broad and supple, and were driving Jen crazy. It made her feel like the keeper of a great secret, knowing what strength lay dormant within her plump, perky little pet.  

 

Frantically, Allie brushed the cinnamon and sugar crumbs off of her yoga pants. “OK, J, whatever you say,” she stammered from behind her blushing cheeks.

 

“Hey, I guess you’re a poet and you didn’t even know it!” Quipped Jen, as she took Allie by the wrist and led her upstairs. The bag of donuts remained in her other hand.

 

“Oh God, Jen, that was awful,” sassed Allie, rolling her eyes as she was led away.

 

The noisy downstairs preparations were muted by the door of Jen’s bedroom, as she slowly swung it shut. A fresh, clean yoga mat lay sprawled out across the hardwood floor. Incense wafted a disarming fragrance through the air.

 

Jen didn’t need to tell Allie to disrobe. Allie quickly crossed the room to Jen’s coat rack, flinging her jacket and beanie onto the pegs. Under the flannel, Allie sported the same tank top she wore on the day she first met Jen, back when summer sun still baked the quad. Nowadays, the garment fit more like a bra.

 

As Allie returned from the rack, Jen took a moment to savor her work in progress. Allie’s hair, trimmed down to chin length, swished freely in the warm haze of Jen’s sleeping quarters. No more restrictive ponytails. It was a good start. Allie stood facing her, grinning from ear to ear, her head cocked to the side, like a child at the grocery store, asking her mom for a chocolate bar, fully expecting to get it. She shifted her pose, hands on her hips. Jen was thrilled to have her. Especially in her current state.

 

Allie’s tits had ballooned.  Bras, being uncomfortable, had disappeared from her wardrobe. The watermelons growing on her chest hung perky yet pendulous; erect nipples peeked through the fabric, as if begging to see the light of day. Jen began to see herself as a master gardener, cultivating every inch of the girl who stood in sassy confidence before her.

 

As Jen’s mouth watered, she pointed to the yoga mat. “Come on over here, and get down. Time for a new routine, just for you.”

 

Glowing with curiosity, Allie tiptoed towards the mat. Completely exposed, her pumpkin-sized gut flopped and jiggled with each step. The ripples extended out to her love handles, pushed up by the fabric of her leggings. Subconsciously, Allie’s hands drifted over her fat. Allie seemed not to notice, but Jen picked up on it immediately. Jen realized that Allie still had hang ups about being a “big girl.” This routine might finally break Allie of her old prudishness. Then the gains might really begin.

 

Allie sat down cross-legged on the mat, looking up at Jen, with wide eyes. She leaned back, resting on her palms, her keg of a belly weighing her down heavily. Surveying her stomach, Allie complained, “You know, Jen, if you were gonna make me work out, you shouldn’t have made me eat so many donuts.”

 

“I didn’t make you pig out today, my dear. That was you.” Jen crouched down to Allie’s level, poking Allie’s jelly belly with her pointer finger. Allie giggled, knowing Jen was right. “Now roll over, you’re starting in a push up position today.”

 

Allied groaned, as she awkwardly flopped over. She had become unmistakably top heavy, and her doughy arms couldn’t hold her body up for long. She collapsed into a jiggly puddle, her budding lump of ass fat quaking under the impact. Without room to hang, her gut pushed out to the sides, greatly exaggerating Allie’s already protruding love handles. Jen was satisfied with the progress of Allie’s upper body and thighs, but that booty needed work.

 

Grabbing Allie by her soft hips, Jen pulled her backside up and backwards, so now Allie was on her knees, her belly resting like a useless lump on her thighs. Allie noticed that her tits brushed against the mat. She hoped Jen might be able to ameliorate that inconvenience later.

 

“Ok, Allie, this is called child’s pose. Keep your ass in the air for thirty seconds, then we’ll move on. Straighten your arms stay out in front of you, and sit your weight back onto your knees.” As Allie obediently faced the mat, Jen ran her hand down the small of Allie’s back, ending at her shoulder blades. Ribs had disappeared, rolls were taking their place.

 

“Next, come on up to your hands and knees.”

 

Allie complied. “Cat and cow pose?” she asked, in a pouty, sad tone. She knew things were going to start heating up.

 

“No talking! But yes, you’re right.” Jen brushed the hair out of Allie’s face, as Allie began to sweat. Even such simple poses were a challenge for a fatass like Allie, but the vestigial athlete in her would never quit once a workout began. Jen was ready to press her, strip her of her last remnant of restraint. The Queen Bee planned to use Allie’s doggedness against her.

 

“Ok, when you’re ready, arch your tailbone to the ceiling, and look up.” Jen put two fingers on the neck roll under Allie’s chin, pressing her gaze upwards. She grabbed onto Allie’s pussy with her other hand, and used it as a handle to hoist her hips up. She knew she had Allie right where she wanted her; the moisture was detectable through the fabric of her pants.

 

As Allie’s chin and tailbone pointed up, her spine took a concave alignment. Her belly simply had to hang down, but Allie instinctively flexed her abs, sucking her belly in. It sent a shudder through her frame. Kneeling by Allie’s side, Jen reached under Allie’s stomach, and began to gently rub circles around her exposed navel. Locked into the workout, Allie kept her posture. Jen whispered, “Relax, Allie, breeeeeathe, let it go.”

 

The weight liberated by Allie’s decision to relax her stomach pushed down on Jen’s hand. She was taken aback, having underestimated Allie’s growth. It took all of Jen’s willpower not to tear off those leggings, flip Allie onto her back, and make her start jiggling properly. “Thaaat’s it, embrace the cow position. You’re doing so good, baby.” Allie’s stomach hung like a pendulum, swaying with each breath she took.

 

After a few seconds, Jen spanked Allie’s tum with forceful, upward strokes. “Ok, now bring it up into the cat position.” Allie strained to flex her back upwards, tucking her chin in the process. Jen smacked Allie’s booty, telling her to drop that tailbone down. Curled like the silhouette of a hilltop, Allie clearly strained, but she didn’t give up. When Jen told her to go back to the cow position, she didn’t hesitate. Allie just flopped that gut down, and looked up at the ceiling, happy to let it all hang out.

 

From her cat-cow pose, Allie was commanded to transition into a downward facing dog. Her skinny fat arms held her body in a perfect equilateral triangle, her ass in the air, hands and feet securely on the ground. She felt as if she couldn’t last long. Most girls of her girth would have collapsed instantly, but Allie toughed it out for her new coach.

Jen slapped Allie on her left ass cheek. Using her quivering glute muscle, Allie raised her left leg into the air. Her body shook with effort, but she held the leg aloft. To signal the transition, Jen spanked the right side of Allie’s straining butt. Without hesitation, Allie switched legs, setting her left leg down and hoisting her right one aloft. Moaning with effort, she kept up with Jen’s commands, switching four times. Sweat trickled down her pink, flabby body.

 

Jen finally let Ally off the hook. All those leg raises would surely add mass to Allie’s ass. She just needed a little post workout nutrition, which would come soon enough. “Good girl,” soothed Jen. “Just drop onto your hands and knees, and take a few breaths deep into your belly. Fill yourself with air, and let go.” Jen patted the side of Allie’s sweaty stomach, as it throbbed with fresh breaths. It hung down shamelessly towards the floor. Allie’s days of covering up were over.

 

Obviously too winded for any additional activities, Allie was in desperate need of a clean start. After a long shower in Jen’s private bathroom, Allie stepped out from behind a curtain of steam to find a cute skirt and button-down top on Jen’s bed. Jen was gone, leaving behind a note reading, “For my not-so-little yogi. Don’t forget to finish what you started!”

The bag of donuts was perched next to the note. Allie made short work of the vexing victuals, knowing that she needed to get downstairs soon for the party.

 

While equipping the outfit that Jen had laid out for her, Allie came to terms with the notion that her no-button streak would have to be broken. Unbeknownst to Allie, the skirt was from the maternity section, so it could accommodate her swelling proportions. The top, however, was not so tolerant. Allie had to strain the fasteners across her braless breasts, and come to terms with the tendency of the shirt to ride up, ever so slightly, around her waist. “Let go,” she told herself. “We all pig out around here, this is fine,” she reassured herself, running her hands across  her distended abdomen. After tracing each barely fastened button with her fingers, she shrugged, and went downstairs.

 

Each step was like an earthquake assaulting Allie’s wardrobe. She was not used to the sensation of her stomach hanging over her belt line, like a bowl of jelly in her lap. Allie told herself not to care. She was among friends, and as for those who might disapprove, they would have to take it up with Jen. She knew Jen would be proud of how prominently she displayed their handiwork.

 

The staircase opened up into a scene of scholastic debauchery. The typically studious sisters appeared to be in fierce competition to see who could pull off the skimpiest, tightest outfits. Crop tops and short shorts ruled the evening. Boobs, bellies, and booties flopped out all over the house that night. Low bass beats and soaring synthesizers reverberated off the sorority walls, as the automated playlist cranked out hypnotic beats. Beer flowed as freely as the gleeful cheers of young women unencumbered by society’s expectations.  

 

“Allie! Allie! Over here!” Across the chaos, a flare of red hair caught Allie’s attention. Amanda, the redheaded TA from microbio class, contorted her portly body through the masses on the dance floor to greet her friend and pupil.

 

“Nice job on the midterm! Let’s get you a shot to celebrate!”

 

“Thanks Amanda! Let’s do it!” Cheered the delighted Allie, never one to shy away from free booze.

 

“Nope, she has a different drink on tap!”

 

Allie immediately recognized the interjection, even over the frenzy of the house party. Turning around, she saw Jen standing at the base of the staircase, with a pitcher in one hand, and a funnel with a clear, coiled hose in the other.

 

“You gotta refuel, after that yoga session!” Jen insisted, above the frenetic sounds of the party.

 

“Ha, ok J, but why can’t I have a shot first?” Allie inquired.

 

“You’ll see, Al.” Jen’s decision to override Allie’s request for alcohol caught Allie unaware. Normally Jen liked it when Allie was a little buzzed.

 

Jen climbed the staircase, her wide hips swaying from side to side as she climbed the steps. Her black dress matched her hair perfectly, creating a vibe of vampiric authority.

 

“Attention, Ladies!” Jen demanded, from the top of the staircase, looking down on her girls. She used a clamp to attach her funnel to the top of the staircase, and let the tube unfurl down to the bottom step.

 

“As you all know, this sorority is all about chasing your passions! We fill ourselves with whatever satisfies our appetites, be it knowledge, food, drink, or…

 

with one hand, Jen pantomimed stroking a cock, and with the other, pressed her fingers against her mouth in a V, and began to lick the space between

 

The drunken, rowdy girls cheered raucous approval.

 

“There is one girl with us today, who has demonstrated this virtue to the fullest! She’s gained more knowledge than any first year I’ve ever met, and as for her appetite…

 

Jen lifted her dress and patted her bare belly, rubbing it vigorously. Her black panties captivated Allie, who was still standing at the bottom of the staircase.

 

OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!! The crowd roared, as everyone looked at Allie.

 

Allie kept looking at Jen, proud that her role model was acknowledging her, even if the circumstances were a bit unflattering.

 

“Al, my little Alliegator, approach to the funnel!”

 

Allie, bewildered with the attention, and bolstered by the cheers of the sisters, walked to the hose at the bottom of the staircase. Amanda handed her the opening of the hose.

 

“Put it in your mouth, babe,” Amanda advised, handing Allie the tube. The other girls grabbed a chair for Allie, beckoning for her to sit. “It’s gonna be a lot, but it’ll taste good. Just don’t let go until it’s all gone. You gotta suck it all down. Just relax your throat, and take it!” Allie was bewildered, but she was also committed to satisfying her beloved Jen. Ignoring the blowjob jokes she heard from the other girls, she looked to the top of the staircase. In one hand, Jen held a large pitcher, filled with a thick, dark liquid. In the other, she held the funnel. On the bannister next to her, was an extra pitcher, with presumably the same cocktail.

 

Allie put the hose in her mouth. As soon as it was in place, Amanda grabbed Allie’s wrists, and cuffed them securely behind her back.

 

“Are you ready to indulge, sister?!?” Jen bellowed from the top of the stairs.

 

 “MMMHHHMMM!!!!” Allie gurgled, the wide tube already in her eager lips. She never took her eyes off Jen. If this challenge was necessary for her to be a sister in Jen’s sorority, then so be it. She would do anything to make it happen. Jen looked down at her, lips pursed in a half smile, chin held high, and unmistakably proud. She had the look of a seasoned coach, who knew her team was about to win the state title, if only they could make it through one last trial. Allie recognized it immediately, and it only redoubled her desire to not let Jen down.

 

Amanda looked at Allie, then at Jen, and with a wave of her pudgy palm, signaled for Jen to pour.

 

Allie watched the concoction cascade down the clear tube. She took a couple deep breaths, timing her exhale, so she could relax as soon as the solution hit her lips. She braced herself for impact, as the crowd cheered.

 

The fluid struck Allie’s mouth with more force than she’d ever experienced. It immediately slammed against the back of her throat, and had it not been for an unwavering commitment to Jen, she’d have choked and quit then and there. But no. Still staring straight into Jen’s eyes, Allie indulged. She let go. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful of Jen’s potion.

 

And it was amazing. It was sweet and thick, like a milkshake that didn’t need a straw to be enjoyed. Jen had made it especially for Allie, a blend of protein powder with mass gainer from the bodybuilding supplement shop next to campus. Of course, some melted ice cream and half and half creamer was used to dissolve the powder, but the most important ingredient was the protein. If Jen was to sculpt Allie’s lagging ass, she would need a little extra muscle-building assistance.

 

But Allie didn’t know Jen's intention. She only knew that she needed to suck it all down to please Jen. Her mistress. Her, her, her… beloved. It was in that chair, as the fattening slurry poured down her throat, that Allie knew she loved Jen. And at that point, Allie realized nothing would stop her.

 

When Jen rehearsed this ritual in her mind, she envisioned pausing as she poured in her pitcher of weight gain shake. But Allie was a bottomless pit! Jen had to keep pouring as fast as she could, just to keep up with the rate Allie was sucking it down. That second pitcher on the bannister had just been for show; she was going to pour it into cups and give it to her sisters, but now she realized that if she really wanted to push Allie, she would need to cram it down the funnel.

 

When Allie saw Jen reach for the second pitcher, she squirmed in her seat. She wasn’t surrendering, she was just repositioning. Spreading her legs and leaning back, she created as much room for her gut to grow as possible. She was ready to let go. The hose in her mouth wasn’t even noticeable at this point, all she felt was a growing pressure in her belly. The tension became synonymous with the amount of suffering she would endure for Jen. A limitless amount.

 

Finally, the shake in Jen’s second pitcher was depleted. Allie could see the last of the liquid coursing through the clear plastic tube. She sucked faster, so she could get off the chair, and embrace her beloved. Her gut groaned, but she wouldn’t listen. She could only hear the cheering of the sisters, and her own soul, telling her to do it for Jen!

 

It was at this moment that the abdominal pressure finally reached a tipping point. Allie wouldn’t break, but her button-down shirt did not share her commitment. With about a quarter of the tube still full of fattening slurry, Allie felt an explosive

 

*POP*

 

She saw a small, white, plastic disc go flying from the direction of her bulbous belly, as the pressure abated, and her gut rippled violently outward.

 

*POP* *POP* *POP*

 

More little discs went flying. With each burst, Allie felt her tortured paunch punch outward. The jiggling in her lap sent vibrations coursing across her frame, but still, she kept sucking.

 

Allie’s mind was thrown into disarray. She told herself to just keep drinking, and deal with it later. Eventually, the fattening river stopped flowing. All that Allie could hear, as the funnel plopped out of her mouth was her own labored breathing.

 

The girls around her were silent. Jen, at the top of the stairs, dropped her funnel and pitcher. Allie hung her head, exhausted and strained to the point of nearly blacking out. She had just chugged a gallon of ice cream in under a minute, plus the protein powder, and whatever else was in Jen's recipe.

 

“Uncuff her, Amanda!!” shrieked Jen, as she came thundering down the stairs.

 

“Al, Al, oh, my little Allie,” Jen lamented, caressing Allie’s cheek, holding her bobbing head in her hands. Allie was spent, with weight gain shake trickling from her lips.

 

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry! Let’s get you to bed!” Jen kissed Allie’s forehead, wiped her mouth, and beckoned to her sisters to come take Allie to a resting place. As the girls walked forward, they heard a gentle coo coming from the stooped over girl, lying hopelessly bloated in the chair.

 

Suddenly, Allie dug in her heels. Shrugging off their grasp, she staggered, and regained her own balance. 

 

“Is the party over already?” gurgled Allie,  looking up a Jen. With one hand on her throbbing gut, and another reaching for the assistance of a nearby sister, Allie regained her posture. Standing tall and straight, she scanned the crowd of gob smacked college girls. Allie’s gut flopped out for all to see; the buttons of her shirt hopelessly scattered. A round, plump, trophy protruded from Allie’s lap, a testament to the gluttony she was willing to display for her mistress.

 

“Well, which one of you bitches is gonna get me a shot?!?”

 

“WWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! ALLIE! ALLIE! ALLIE!”

 

The party immediately reignited. Music cranked back up, beer began to flow from the taps, and the pledges took turns taking selfies, posing next to Allie’s throbbing ** belly. A plucky junior even pulled out a sharpie, and signed Allie’s flab, with a message saying “I was here when they filled this tank.”

 

For the rest of the night, Allie and Jen were inseparable. For the rest of the night, Allie parked her uselessly distended body on the nearest couch, and Jen loomed over her like a pit bull bitch guarding her puppy. Any time the girls pestered Allie with questions, Jen would send them scurrying by barking ferocious commands to get lost. When an hors d'oeuvre floated by that caught Allie’s eye, Jen demanded that some pledge fetch it, so her “bae” could “pig out.” The look in Jen’s eyes, as she stroked her fingers across Allie’s stomach, conveyed an amount of love that Allie simply couldn’t get enough of.

 

All good things must come to an end, and so too did the party. As the sisters retired to their rooms, and the guests shuffled out into the star-studded night, Allie was far too fat and happy to make it up the stairs. Jen brought her some frizzy, hand-knitted blankets, and plumped the pillows on Allie’s couch.

 

“Here you go, my sweet. Sleep tight.”

 

“Uuughh, ok babe.” Allie moaned, rubbing her swollen lump under the covers. “See you in the morning.”

 

Jen kissed Allie good night, and walked off to her bedroom. What she saw tonight had rocked her world. Jen realized that the sky was the limit with Allie, and couldn’t wait to see what she was truly capable of achieving.

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Hi everyone! 

 

I am thinking that this story is going to run about 5 chapters. For my next story, what would you like to see? Comment with the number of your preference

1) Dominant male feedee works as a restaurant health inspector. He gets fat off the meals of the restaurants he is inspecting, and accepts sexual favors from female restaurant owners, in exchange for good marks.

2) A diet pill company pays a bunch of injured and/or retired female athletes to get fat, so they can give them diet pills, and tout their weight loss as evidence of the product's success. They go to a fat camp to make sure they bulk up fast enough, and some girls ponder the possibility of staying indefinitely.

3)  An actress needs to put on some weight for a role, but then falls in love with the feeder who helps her bulk up for the role. Will she lose the weight after the movie, or keep getting fat for her boyfriend?

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Chapter 4: The interview

 

“Hhhmmmph, gimme back my body pillow,” groaned a groggy Jen, as Allie sat up in bed. As Allie’s formerly firm frame began to soften up, she became the perfect cushion to comfort her bunk mate. Despite an outwardly bombastic public persona, Jen was sensitive in private. At 5’ 4”, she formed a compact bundle of cuddles, one that ended every evening by facing Allie, nestled in her ample bosom, arms wrapped around her pet piggy’s broad, spongy hips. The slightly taller Allie would trace her fingers through Jen’s hair, humming her favorite lull**s, and kissing her mistress’s furrowed brow until it relaxed. When Jen was finally calm, she’d smooch Allie goodnight, roll over, and let Allie spoon her until they both were fast asleep.

 

Lately, one of Allie’s most important slumber time services was rubbing Jen’s overstuffed stomach. Despite remaining a bottom-heavy beauty, Jen was budding a belly more than capable of competing for attention. The sorority wanted a custom Halloween candy for the upcoming holiday parties, so Jen and Allie would do their duties every night by testing out the endless list of options. The late nights and repeated bingeing were clearly taking their toll.

 

Allie rose daily at 6:00, to do Jen’s custom yoga routine. Now that the mornings were getting colder and the leaves were mostly fallen, indoor exercise was far more appealing to Allie. Plus, she loved helping Jen start her day with a happy sight.

 

While Jen cocooned herself deeper in Allie’s discarded covers, frost blanketed the campus with an acerbic glaze, nipping early morning pedestrians as they crossed the quad. Jen was a southern girl, unaccustomed to experiencing such inhospitable weather before Halloween. As Allie rose to begin her routine, she noticed Jen seemed more lethargic than usual. Was the weather responsible?

 

“Oh baby, did you get a tummy ache from all that candy last night, or are you just chilly?” inquired Allie, concerned that her girl was still unmovably ensconced in the sheets. She peeled back the layers, giving Jen a peck on her pudgy cheek. Naked under the covers, Jen rolled away, revealing the sweeping curve of her wide, hourglass frame. Her tits sagged heavy and plump towards the mattress, as she lay on her side. The only dainty parts of Jen’s frame, her pink, Hersey’s kiss-shaped nipples, grew harder as the frosty air swept past her layers of defense. Jen dragged the covers over her head once more. “No Al, I just need five more minutes.”

 

Slapping her boss playfully on the ass, Allie nagged “Ok, J, but breakfast needs to be ready at 7:00. The girls are gonna want their pancakes.”

 

Head Chef Jen considered work days away from Allie unbearable, so she pulled some strings in the Work Study Department. By crafting an assistant chef position, Jen ensured that a minimum of twenty hours per week would be spent alongside her doughy little dove. Allie couldn’t be more thrilled with the arrangement. Every work day, as she lumbered downstairs from Jen’s bedroom, it was like she had just stepped off the jet bridge into a new culinary culture, with Jen as her intrepid travel guide. The sorority’s deep pockets allowed the couple to import the finest ingredients from around the world. Vivid orange mangoes, fire engine red cherries, hearty brown bread loaves, and piles of snow-white flour were the fixtures of today’s countertop skyline. Blueberries so true to their name, that they could have been scooped straight out of a cloudless Carolina sky, glistened as they dripped dry in their strainer.

 

The two love birds spent far more hours together than the part time position suggested, chatting about coursework, experimenting with new desserts, baking, snacking, and of course flirting. Jen thought to herself, what does it mean to work hard, when a vocation and a vacation become indistinguishable?  

 

Allie had finished making the pancake batter and was about to pour the first batch onto the skillet by the time Jen bustled into the kitchen. She had perked up enough to maintain appearances, but Allie could tell that Jen was just trying to grin and bear it. “Sorry I’m late, Allie, I’ll make it up to you later,” Jen conceded, pinching Allie’s swollen bottom as she walked by. Allie squirmed. The glute workouts made her almost perpetually sore, but the pain in the ass was starting to pay off. What was once an amorphous slab of flab was finally taking on a three-dimensional curvature. Even Allie’s leggings weren’t stretchy enough to conceal her panties, which regularly flashed an enticing whale tail to any onlooker lucky enough to stand behind her. If her cardio wasn’t such shit, Allie would have been a great twerker.

 

The dynamic duo finished their preparations, and summoned the sisters to breakfast. Senior girls ate first, and ate their fill. Heaping plates, topped with whipped cream, bacon, eggs, and sausage links made their way from the kitchen to the table. The ladies were inspired by Allie’s display of wanton hedonism at the party two weeks ago. Tummies were bulging, asses protruding, and breasts were heaving throughout the upper-class clique. Girls flirtatiously compared stretchmarks, or “tiger stripes,” as they called them. Denim was practically a curse word in this social circle, as leggings, skirts with elastic waistbands, and sweatpants were in vogue. Silverware clattered while the supple sirens gulped down their breakfasts, burps followed by hearty cheers echoed out across the dining hall, and prodded tummies jostled under the table. Each meal was a testament to the combined skill of Jen and Allie, or “Jellie,” as the girls had started calling the inseparable sweethearts. To only eat one plate was practically an insult. Syrup dribbled across chubby chins, while satisfied smiles plastered paths of pleasure across every face.

 

Despite the gluttony of the older girls, the sophomores still had enough sustenance to eat their fill. Wanting to fit in, they forced themselves into the habit of eating heartily. When they thought the coast was clear, their hands would slip under the table, and unbutton their pants to make room. They weren’t quite on board with the comfort-based wardrobes of their bigger sisters; after all, many of the younger crew were accustomed to fashion that showcased a toned, high school physique. Nevertheless, after sustained meals of Jellie’s fattening recipes, each girl sported a minimum of a muffin top. They even started calling it their “Jellie roll,” and at night, they’d get together, flicking each other’s flab, and laugh while it jiggled.

 

Watching the development of Jen’s little piglets always boosted her mood. She could recall the dainty teenagers who would sit cross-legged at the table in August, nibbling at one sausage link, or a meager cup of fruit. Now, their thighs splayed out, too chubby to be comfortably crossed. All that beer, hangover food, and sorority dinner party fare had to go somewhere, and it was clear from the love handles sprouting from their sides, that the pledges were putting the calories to good use.

 

Skyscrapers climbed in the sink as Jen and Allie cleaned up after their sisters. Jen seemed preoccupied as she scrubbed the plates. Her flabby upper arms quivered with strain, as she worked her anger out on the dishes. Soapy water splashed across her apron. Allie approached her from behind, eager to soothe her frenetic queen.

 

Wrapping her arms around Jen’s soft belly, she leaned over her shoulder, and whispered “What’s wrong, hun?”

 

Jen placed her sponge and steel wool at the bottom of the stainless-steel sink. She turned to face Allie, ready to divulge a secret that had been eating away at her. As she rotated, her distended gut swung too fast, and bumped absentmindedly into Allie’s midriff. The girls chuckled, savoring the comic relief.

 

“I got the internship, Al.” Jen blurted out, softly. “I’ll be gone as soon as the semester ends. All the way down to Raleigh.”

 

“That’s wonderful news, Jen!” Allie raised her arms in celebration. Jen had been staring at the floor the whole time, so Allie took Jen by the chin, tilting her head up, so they could see eye-to-eye. Jen smiled, and puttered with Allie’s bangs.

 

“I’m gonna miss you soooo much, Allie. I don’t want to be without you.” Jen’s eyes misted as she confessed her feelings. Allie sighed, tilting her head, and hugged Jen tight. Their tits pressed together like buoys on ships moored too close to one another, but the separation couldn’t keep them apart.

 

“But you’re from there, Jen. Don’t you want to see your family? You can tell them all about me, and then maybe I can visit on spring break.”

 

“Psssh! God Allie, you just don’t get it!” Jen broke off Allie’s embrace. Covering her eyes in shame and anger, she strode across the kitchen. Normally, Allie loved to watch Jen’s massive ass gyrate as she walked, but this conversation had her shook.

 

“What don’t I get, Jen?” Allie placed her hand on the back of Jen’s shoulder. Jen turned around, tears streaming down her cheeks.

 

“You weren’t there the last time I was home.” Jen mumbled. “They basically had an intervention. Aunts and Uncles said I was getting fat, letting myself go, being unhealthy. They said I’d never find a good guy if I looked like a fat slob. All they let me eat for Thanksgiving was the fucking Brussel sprouts.”

 

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry.” Allie went in for another hug, but Jen stopped her.

 

“Imagine if they found out that I… I loved…” Jen looked away, fumbling with the words.

 

“A woman?” Allie offered, in a soothing tone.

 

“Yeah…” Jen acknowledged, exhaling and staring at the ceiling, wiping tears from her eyes. “My parents would be cool, but my community, not so much.”

 

“I know what you mean, Jen. I haven’t told my parents either. Hell, they don’t even know about this…” Allie patted her ** belly, packed tight from a generous breakfast stuffing. It jutted out obviously, even under the apron. The two shared another nervous giggle, but weren’t sure what to say next.

 

“Ahem,” Allie and Jen swung their heads in the direction of the interjection. Amanda stood in the doorway, holding one last dirty plate. “Sorry girls, I went back for thirds, and didn’t finish with the rest of the sisters.” Amanda rubbed her tank, still straining from nearly a dozen blueberry pancakes, as she smiled awkwardly.

 

“So, anyways, I couldn’t help but overhear your situation,” Amanda confessed, as she dropped off her dishes. “I happen to know a biochemistry facility in the Research Triangle Area, nearby Raleigh, that’s looking for an intern. Maybe, if Allie was accepted, she could head down with you. The two of you could stay with my cousin Tabby, who will make sure you have a safe space. That way, Jen, if your family gives you any trouble, you and Allie could tag team their asses, and run off to spend the winter with Tab.”

 

The three girls hugged. Jen was less terrified of the return trip, knowing that she might have Allie by her side. Allie was all too glad for an opportunity to escape the frigid upstate winters, and avoid the judgement of her own clan. She’d be the only fatty at home for the holidays, and she definitely did not want to go back to dieting. Allie agreed to the plan. Amanda would write her a glowing review, and with Allie’s stellar grades, it was all but in the bag. She would just need to interview for the position, by sitting down for a chat with the campus recruiter.

 

The recruiter for Amanda’s biotech company was an affable chap. He and Amanda had been drinking buddies for a couple years, and it was not hard for the two to set up an interview ten days in advance. That was plenty of time for Allie to prepare. He texted Amanda the details regarding the time and place of the interview, with a friendly reminder that the candidate should “dress in professional attire.”

 

When Amanda relayed the info to her favorite applicant, Allie immediately entered game mode. She knew she needed to land this gig to make Jen happy. She’d do anything just to see Jen smile; acing an interview was a piece of cake. But to get the part you had to dress the part, as Allie’s mom would say. Allie decided to psyche herself up by trying on her professional garb.

 

Allie fumbled with her keys as she unlocked her dorm room. Since moving in with Jen, Allie was only there on occasions where she needed a quiet place to study. She had lost the muscle memory to just breeze past the locked door. Once inside, Allie rifled through her closet. She selected her favorite suit, thinking “Damn, I’m gonna look good in this.”

 

Allie’s thighs disagreed. The fabric barely made it past her knees before the cellulite of her chunky trunks snagged the waistband of her pants. Panicked, Allie tugged. The trousers barely budged. Huffing and puffing, Allie flopped back onto her bed, her ass and thighs jiggling like Jell-O upon impact, her gut perched in her lap, weighing her down. As she lay on the creaking mattress, she could see the mountain of mass poking proudly past her tits.

 

After a couple heaves, Allie forced her pants past her swollen thighs. They were on so tight that she could barely bend her knees, as she struggled to sit up. The constriction around her waist made her fat gut stick out even more, and hampered her breathing. Embarrassed, Allie held onto the post of her bed to hoist herself aloft. Her love handles and plumber’s crack still weren’t concealed, so she gave the belt loops one last tug.

 

****RRRRRIIIIIIPP****

 

A belt loop tore away in Allie’s hand. Simultaneously, she felt the fabric give way along her inner thigh, leaving a two-inch hole, clearly wide enough for Allie’s pearly white thigh-fat to come poking through. Humiliated, Allie parked her fat ass on the bed, pants stuck around her fupa, and sobbed. She pulled out her phone to text Jen the bad news.

 

Hey babe

I’m so sorry

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 What’s wrong

I’m such a fatass

I can’t even fit into my dress clothes

I ruined them

Guess that interview is a fail

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Lol oh baby

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I’m not surprised

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Dejected, Allie shuffled back to Jen. She was hoping Jen would understand. Allie tried to brainstorm ways to make winter break feel like it would go by faster, as doubts about her relationship with Jen flooded her mind.  

 

When Allie finally reached the sorority, she was greeted by the sounds of Jen and Amanda giggling, rummaging through the drawers of Amanda’s wardrobe, and jeering about the sexiness of certain outfits. “Oooh, she’ll look great in this one.” “No, wait, how about… YES, she HAS to try that… hahaha when’s she gonna get here?”

 

Allie poked her head through the doorway. “I guess she’ll get here right on cue!” Laid out on Amanda’s bed was a beautiful button-down shirt, pressed slacks, and a feminine yet professional blazer. Amanda cocked her head, beckoning Allie to try it on.

 

As Allie approached the garments, grinning from ear to ear, Jen spanked her firmly on the ass. “What, were you planning on squeezing into the same suit you wore when you were a skinny bitch? You’d look like a sausage sitting down for the interview. Hurry up! Try that on, I wanna see that booty in something professional.” Jen was practically frothing in anticipation.

 

“Amanda, thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver.”

Amanda looked at Allie with a devilish grin. “Oh, you’ll find a way to make it up to me.”

 

Allie slid into the clothes effortlessly. The navy-blue color scheme worked well with her brown hair, but the fabric was noticeably baggy. Amanda was exactly Allie’s height, but had about thirty pounds on her. She’d been pigging out with Jen for the entirety of Jen’s college career, and unlike Allie, Amanda was chubby when she showed up.

 

“’Manda, you got anything a bit smaller?” Allie asked in a friendly tone, not trying to look a gift horse in the mouth.

 

“Smallest I got, babe! Is that a problem?”

 

“No, no, I just ….”

 

“Just what?” questioned Amanda, seeming somewhat annoyed. “Just have a bunch of other girls willing to help you out?”

 

Allie knew that her reputation with the other girls was terrible. They disapproved of the favorable treatment that Jen was giving her, and many believed Allie was sleeping her way around the hazing process. Allie’s no-nonsense attitude in the classroom gave her a standoffish air, and she had few friends of her size from outside the sorority. Jen’s baggy suit was the only show in town.

 

“Oh, Amanda, I’m sorry. I’ll take it! Thanks so much!”

 

“Sure thing, sweetie! Now get downstairs, you got a lot of work to do to fit into it.”

 

Allie was flummoxed. “What do you mean?”

 

Amanda prodded Allie’s gut, and gave her boobs a quick squeeze. “I reckon these will need to fill out a bit, or you’ll be swimming in those clothes during the interview. Don’t worry, Jen’s got another batch of candy coming up. We’ll get you up to size.”

 

Allie didn’t know what to say. She was willing to be fat for her beloved Jen, but this was something else. Overeating was a byproduct of indulgence, never a goal.

 

“Come on, while the candy’s fresh out of the oven. We’ll be expecting a full report about the best choices. The Halloween party is coming up, and we only want the best trick or treat material!” Amanda took Allie by the hand, and led her downstairs.  

 

Jen had really outdone herself when Allie made it into the dining hall. Plates of cookies, chocolates, donuts, and pies were arranged in columns across the table. Allie had no idea when Jen had time to do this, perhaps while she was failing to fit into her old outfits. The cornucopia of calories made Allie’s jaw drop, so as Jen approached, she took advantage by stuffing a candy apple into Allie’s maw. Caramel assaulted her taste buds, but the crispness of the apple washed it down.

 

“Come on Alliegator, get to work!” Jen commanded. We need evaluations for all of these dishes, and you’re gonna need to get them done soon to meet your deadline. Allie was still chewing on the apple, as Jen grabbed Allie’s muffin top, squeezing it gently, evaluating its girth. She knew Allie had a long way to go. Jen was prepared to do whatever it took to pack the weight on her protege. Allie needed to look professional for that interview, and fitting that suit could mean the difference between getting the job or not. Failure to be hired meant a cold winter, without her beloved bloated beau.

 

Allie set down to business with a vengeance. Her jaw muscles grew tired, but still she chewed. Amanda stopped by occasionally to rub her belly and cheer her on, helping her to write candy reviews. Whenever Allie belched under the weight of her meals, the girls in the house would cheer in the background. They were certainly getting their kicks from watching that little suck up suffer. Some would oink at her as they walked by, mocking Allie, as chocolate frosting stained her lips, and crumbs fell down to smudge her plain white V-neck top, but Allie blocked it all out. She kept chewing, for Jen.

 

After what felt like hours, Allie finally finished her last plate. As she rose from the table, scraps and tidbits from her meal careened off the curves of her distended body, falling to the floor as she slowly stumbled back upstairs, holding the railing in one hand, and her tortured food tank in the other. She couldn’t even stand up straight, her glutes still straining from this morning’s yoga workout. Allie vented her humiliation as she waddled past the other girls, by demanding, “Clean up my plates, girls. I’m done now.” The pledges scoffed, and grabbed a broom, knowing how much detritus had hit the deck during Allie’s forced feeding frenzy.

 

With a sigh, Allie collapsed onto Jen’s cot. She marveled at her food baby, realizing that it blocked her view of her feet as she lay in bed. Braless, Allie’s tits flopped down towards her face. Muffled footsteps traipsed across the carpet, indicating someone had entered the room.

 

“Jeez, Jen, if you keep forcing me to eat like that, you’ll need to get me my own bed.” Allie patted her paunch, rubbing it for some much-needed relief. She smelled something sweet in the air, and it almost made her wretch. She’d had more than enough.

 

“You’re not gonna pack it on in time, if you think that was a stuffing.” Allie struggled to sit up, hoisting herself onto her elbows. Amanda and Jen were both standing in the doorway. Jen with a fresh plate of chocolate chip cookies, and Amanda with a massive pink vibrator. Allie couldn’t understand why Amanda would say something like that. Didn’t she see how much Allie ate?

 

“Allie, honey, we need you to fill out that suit for the interview. That interviewer, by the way, he likes’em extra thick, and you just aren’t where you need to be.” Jen grabbed Allie by the lower belly, her thumb jamming into Allie’s navel, her fingers wrapping around her hanging lower belly. Allie winced, but did not protest.

 

“That’s were I come in, babe,” Amanda chortled, firing up her vibrating dildo. It buzzed loud enough for Allie to squirm away. “Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of lube,” Amanda joked, as she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between Allie’s portly thighs.

 

Allie looked up at Jen, with eyes that begged for an explanation. What was going on? Why was Amanda in their bedroom? Allie was too helplessly fattened to fight back, so she knew she had to go with it.

 

“Listen, Allie, your appetite just isn’t where it needs to be. We’re going to teach you how to embrace your inner pig, and you’re going to love it!” Jen nodded to Amanda, who deftly stripped away Allie’s leggings. She pressed the dildo firmly against Allie’s clit, and turned it to low power. Allie writhed with pleasure.

 

“Oh, she likes it,” crooned Amanda, slipping a finger into Allie’s drenched pussy. Allie’s eyes rolled back in her head in a fit of pure ecstasy, gripping the bed with her pudgy hands. She wanted to cum, but wouldn’t let herself. She turned to Jen, moaning, mouth agape, begging with her glance for permission to erupt in passion.

 

“Off, Amanda!” Jen commanded. Amanda obeyed. The vibrator went silent.

 

“Please, please, more!” demanded Allie, grabbing Jen’s wrist. Allie tried to pull Amanda in using her legs, but the stronger redhead wouldn’t budge.

 

Jen crammed a freshly baked cookie in Allie’s mouth, and Amanda fired up her wand once more, this time at a higher vibration. Allie exploded.

 

“MMMMMHHHHMMMM, MOOREE BABYY!!! HARDER!!!” Allie squirmed under the force of Amanda’s pressure.

 

“You wanna pig out, baby? You wanna stuff your gut for me? Get that ass nice and fat for momma? Whaddaya say, my fat little Alliegator?

 

“OOOHHHH GOD YES JEN! HMMF HMMMF YESS!!” Allie begged for more. Every time Jen stuffed a cookie in Allie’s mouth, the vibrator would buzz stronger. Soon, Amanda was jamming it inside her overstuffed prisoner, a bloated bitch too dazed in a sugar high to do anything but cum and moan. The sheets were soaked from her drenched pussy, as another wave of orgasm overtook her.

 

Jen knew her pet was on the brink of passing out. After one last toe-curling, earth-shattering orgasm, Jen motioned for Amanda to pull away. Allie melted into the bed like butter. “You ok, sweetheart?” Jen began stroking Allie’s rat’s nest of a hairdo back into some semblance of neatness.

 

“Wooaahh… yeah, Jen. I am … fucking… fat and happy… like never before.” Allie moaned, rolling her head from side to side, stretching out her exasperated limbs. She knew the other girls in the house had heard her cries of passion, but she didn’t care.

 

“Can I do anything for you, Alllie?” Jen traced her hand across Allie’s chin, staring lovingly into her eyes.

 

“Well, there is one thing.” Allie hinted, a flicker of mischief in her eyes.

 

“Name it babe.”

 

“Got any more candy?”

 

Jen looked at Amanda in excited shock. Amanda fist-pumped in glee, holding her fingers in the rock on gesture. “I’ll go get some,” she offered, leaving Jen with her prized piggy.

 

Amanda returned, dropping a bag of fun-sized Snickers on the bed. Jen and Allie were too busy making out to notice, with Allie lying helplessly on the bed, and Jen straddling her, being sure not to lean on Allie’s brimming belly. Jen laid the candy out on Allie’s torso, slowly unwrapping each morsel, and sliding it past Allie’s lips, each time sealing the transaction with a kiss, a belly rub, and a little action for Allie’s other lips.

 

And so, the two spent the rest of the evening, feeding, rubbing, and exchanging the phrase “I fucking love you” so much that it became hypnotic. Jen was confident Allie would hit her goal. Allie was confident that she was about to burst.

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Here's the final chapter of this story. Hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 5: Bigger and better things

 

Steam swirled a layer of privacy over the mirror in Jen’s bathroom. Lavender scents wafted above the ceramic tiles. Allie leaned back against her plush towel, wedged between her neck and the lip of the bathtub. It had been difficult for Allie to maneuver into the tub, given that she was still getting used to her obese bulk, but as the warm water caressed her curves, she breathed a sigh of relief. Sipping from a tall glass of cool water, flavored with mint sprigs and cucumber slices, Allie basked in Jen’s private bathroom. She needed to be relaxed and refreshed, so the two could enjoy a night of slow-paced celebration.

 

The week and a half leading up to Allie’s interview had been a crucible of cramming. Allie cut her yoga routine short every morning, using the spare time to rehearse her interview answers with Jen. The company provided some questions ahead of time, so Jen and Allie made sure that every response was crafted to perfection, tailor made to suit the interviewer’s rubric.

 

Allie’s body had also been crafted during that stressful interval. Before she began her work study duties, she would chug down one of Jen’s patented “brainer” shakes, a fattening weight gainer formula supplemented with all the nutrients needed for peak mental performance. Melted vanilla ice cream, protein powder, creatine, omega 3 extracts, and heaping portions of antioxidant-rich fruit, blended into one convenient calorie delivery system. As a large pitcher disappeared down Allie’s gullet every morning, her plump proportions and cognitive capacity stretched their boundaries. The interviewer was a renowned chubby chaser, so Allie needed to look the part. She had thrown herself into her new identity as a fat girl, but wasn’t sure if she had covered enough ground. The interview was just days away, so Jen forced Allie to redouble her gluttonous efforts.

 

After breakfast, the girls would head to the study room, ready to review the company’s mission statements and recent accomplishments. Closing her eyes, Allie recalled some of her favorite moments from the sessions.

 

“Ok, Al, what are Oberad’s core principles?” In Allie’s mind, she could clearly see Jen’s blue eyes peeking out at her from behind her black bangs. She hid behind a soft green hoodie, like a panther, ready to pounce on her favorite fatty. But Jen always restrained herself when there was work to be done.

 

“Innovation, integrity, and ingenuity.”  Allie recalled the eagerness with which she popped open her mouth, waiting for her prize. Jen would put down her flash cards, and reach into a bowl of candies on her side of the desk. During study sessions, every correct answer entitled Allie to one of her favorite gooey rewards, like gum drops from the candy jar. Allie remembered the way the sugar on the palatable projectiles glistened, as they arced across the table, accurately landing on her ravenous tongue. The two had gotten good at that routine. An incorrect answer would result in a force-fed ginger snap after dinner. Allie typically gobbled anything Jen prepared with alacrity, but she just couldn’t get on board with a cookie that didn’t have at least a little chocolate.

 

As the candy dishes depleted, Amanda would be sure to restock the supplies. On the morning before the interview, she was carrying a fresh batch of gummies into the study chamber, when she almost dropped the jar out of sheer disbelief. She stared down at Allie’s wide hips, shocked at how they’d grown. They protruded from the sides of the chair, like white, fleshy pillows, poking out from underneath Allie’s flannel top. Rolls of lard sagged from Allie’s upper back, like B cups on the opposite side of her breasts. Her triceps strained her sleeves, making her arms look like sausage casings. The neck roll supporting Allie’s double chin framed Allie’s entire jaw line, giving her face a permanently puffy appearance.

 

The study hall door’s creak still echoed through Allies’s mind, like a dinner bell, announcing the arrival of Amanda’s delivery service. “Bring’em here, Amanada” Allie huffed, annoyed that the shipment had arrived behind schedule. Her thick, pale forearms rested on the table, heavy and soft like two sub rolls of wheat bread, holding up her upper body bulk. Allie’s gut, swollen like she was an expectant mother carrying twins, anchored her to the chair. It hung almost down to the seat’s cushion, forcing her thunder thigh’s apart, offering a substantial incentive for her to stay put and study. The pregnant nun costume had been an easy sell at the sorority’s Halloween bonanza.

 

As Amanda shuffled out of the room, she glanced at Jen, a look of concern in her eyes. She’d never seen Jen fatten a pledge so aggressively. Jen looked up at her, a fiendish smirk on her face. She twirled her hair flirtatiously, and mouthed “She’s mine,” back to Amanda. Allie acted like she didn’t notice, but this memory was one she’d savor more than any calorie-packed snack.

The preparations had almost gone too well. Over the course of ten days, Allie blew up so quickly that the baggy clothes Amanda had offered her were a bit snug on the day of the interview. Far too unathletic to walk across campus, Jen was sure to drive her blubbery brat to the interview, and help her hoist her fat ass out of the car. That was probably the hardest part of the day, as she sailed through the interview with flying colors.

 

*tap* *tap* “Al?”

 

“Hhmmm, come on in, Jen.”

 

Steam billowed out of Allie’s sauna. Jen watched her there, the bubbles encompassing her buoyant tits. Her gut soared out of the water, the suds around it like clouds along the slopes of a proud mountain. Jen had a cool smoothie in her hand, and traded it to Allie for her freshly drained cup of water.

 

“You did sooooo good today baby.” Jen caressed the dark red stretchmarks scrawled across Allie’s belly. Allie sunk lower into the water, allowing the tickling sensation to ripple through her.

 

Slurrrrp Look what you did to me, Jen.” Allie pouted, looking up at her mistress, after sucking a deep gulp from her smoothie. Allie traced her fingers around her cavernous belly button, and let water dribble down the rigdes of her tiger stripe stretchmarks. Blue veins undergirded Allie’s tightly drawn skin. “By the way, this smoothie seems a little liquidy. Did you use half and half, or milk?”

 

Jen laughed, splashing Allie with a handful of bathwater. Allie had grown bratty from all the feeding. “You’re such a spoiled little fatty!” Jen chided. Allie smiled, raising her eyebrows and closing her lids.

 

“I know. You love it.”

 

“I know what you love,” Jen muttered, in a surly tone. She slid her fingers down the slope of Allie’s paunch, expertly finding her little piggy’s pussy. It was stretched a bit from Amanda’s throbbing dildo, but Jen still knew how to make Allie purr like an overfed little kitty.

 

Allie nearly dropped her smoothie, as she thrashed in the tub, feet flailing, water sloshing over the side, in a tsunami of extasy. Allie held onto the lip of the tub with her free hand, breathing heavily, as Jen rammed three fingers up her snatch, and a pinkie in her ass. Jen’s thumb aggressively massaged Allie’s throbbing clit. The throes of passion were the most exercise Allie had received in weeks, with the exception of her ass-building yoga routine.

 

“Still care about that smoothie?” Jen inquired, wiping her sticky fingers on the rolls of Allie’s gut. Allie slopped water over herself, heaving with deep breaths that quaked across her rotundity.

 

“huh, huh, No ma’am.” Allie gasped. She liked being disciplined by Jen. North Carolina was calling to the couple, offering them a chance to pack as many of these evenings into one winter as possible.

 

“Dry off, babe. We’ve got something special planned for you tonight.” Jen placed a fresh towel on the rack as she walked out of the room, her massive ass quaking in her wake. She looked over her shoulder, blowing Allie a kiss, before she closed the door with a gentle bump.

 

Allie took her time straining out of the tub. Water poured off of her, as rivets of fluid traced their ways across Allie’s rippling lard. Toweling off her new build was a fascinating process for Allie; there was always some new roll that needed to be dried out. The crease under her belt line was a recurring spot of residual moisture. Twenty pounds ago, she would forget check under her belly hang, but the task was slowly starting to become second nature.

 

On Jen’s bed was a flowing, golden dress, with olive green trimming. It complemented Allie’s dark hair as well as it did her Rubenesque proportions, with a swooping v-neck, and an accommodating waistline. Jen promised it to Allie if she landed the interview, ordering it days in advance. Her confidence in Allie had grown as boundless as Allie’s appetite.

 

Clad in her new gown, Allie plodded downstairs. Her calves remained the last vestige of athleticism; thick and sculpted. Groaning stairs distracted Allie from the giggles and squeals of the excited sisters at the bottom of the staircase.

 

When Allie made her way down to the first floor, she was taken aback by the row of girls, all dressed to the nines. Quietly smiling, holding candles in front of their pudgy bellies, the whole sorority was on deck, lining the walls, a trail of rose petals on the ground before Allie’s feet. Breathless, Allie walked the path, leading to the study room where Jen had first introduced her to the group.

 

Jen stood there, holding a small, black box. Before her, was a bathroom scale, encircled with the remaining flowers. Allie approached, her heart fluttering, heavy breasts heaving in anticipation.

 

“Come on, Al. I got something for you.” Jen, fighting back tears, beckoned Allie forth.

 

“Step on the scale, babe.” Allie complied, not even bothering to look down.

 

“Wow!” Jen’s eyes lit up, as she saw the number. Glancing Allie in disbelief, she dropped down to one knee.

 

“Allie, babe, I’ve never met a girl who is so wholeheartedly committed to living in the moment, and savoring every minute of life. I know we’ve only been together for a short while, but hey, you managed to pack on eighty pounds for me. Imagine what the future holds. Let’s share it together. Will you marry me?”

 

Allie clasped her hands in front of her face, staring down at Jen. She had to bend at the waist, to take in the full sight of Jen kneeling before her. Sagging tits had never gotten in Allie’s way before, but now they simply needed to be shifted. Allie soaked in the moment. Without further hesitation, she cried emphatically, “YES! Oh Jen, absolutely!”

 

 

The girls jogged, arm in arm, back up to Jen’s room, where they spent the rest of the night making tender love, and planning their future together. Jen and Allie would complete their internships, finish out their schooling, and eat their fucking faces off, every single day. Their families couldn’t understand what made them tick, but when the two massive women waddled across the stage together to get their diplomas, the love they conveyed was more than enough for both groups to grant them their blessings, as the lovebirds moved in together. Allie’s belly would balloon the biggest, as she carried their first baby into the world. Jen, not to be outdone, blew up massively with the cutest set of twin girls that the two had ever seen, almost rivalling her cute little cow in girth. As the two ladies began their lives together, they knew they had realized a goal long in the making. One that had been on Jen’s mind, since she first saw Allie in her microbio class, those many years ago.

-THE END-

 

If there's interest, I will think about writing #2 from the list, but I suppose it will take a bit of time.

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Wow guys, 3k views and counting! As a thank you, here is part one of a two part sequel. 

Sequel part 1: Settling in, growing out

 

The gentle whir of central air is music to the ears of a young mother. Normally, toddlers rampage across the carpet of Allie’s home, merry marauders making mischief and messes. Rarely was it tranquil enough for Allie to actually hear the AC. But for the next two weeks, the kids were with grandma.

 

Allie was taking full advantage of the lull. While Jen was working full time at Oberad, Allie had slipped from her own 40-hour position at the company, to part time, and eventually to writing a baking blog in her pajamas. Daycare costs were exorbitant in Allie’s suburb, so it made little sense for her to cart her flabby ass to the lab every day. She told herself that she would use the time at home to invent recipes. Maybe work her way up to owning a food cart, and then a bakery. A new branch of Jen’s sorority had opened up on a nearby college, so pledges from the local chapter helped clean up the house. This assistance was supposed to give Allie extra time to get the ball rolling, but Allie just couldn’t seem to find the gumption.

 

Throughout Allie’s life, she had been a hard worker, competing for every achievement she earned. The unconditional warmth she felt from Jen stood in stark contrast to the coldness of the workplace. Every one of Allie’s days started and ended in the loving embrace of Jen’s arms, even if it was getting harder for her to fit within them. Jen had solidified her role as the breadwinner, and Allie naturally embraced the role of the nurturing, child-rearing, bread eater.

 

Every day when Jen came home for lunch, Allie had a feast fit for a queen prepared for her on the table. Allie was practicing her Thanksgiving preparation. When Jen swung open the door, the savory fragrances of turkey, potatoes, stuffing, candied yams, and green beans rushed up to meet her. Approaching more slowly, but with far greater sweetness, was her burgeoning bride.

 

In nothing but an apron and slippers, a massive Allie waddled up to greet her mistress. Allie’s watermelon tits jostled with the turbulence of each step, mocking the flimsy containment of the apron straps. “Hey sweetie, how was work this morning?” The words slipped out of Allie’s mouth smoother than silk, as she took Jen’s coat, kissing her seductively on the cheek. Jen didn’t answer at first, content instead to stare at the quaking blobs of cellulite jiggling on Allie’s naked ass, while she shuffled slowly to the coat rack. Even Jen was amazed at how Allie had grown since the b**s were born. It seemed like Allie had neither the time nor energy to exercise at all, using the kids as an excuse to sprawl out on the couch with a bottle of wine and a pint of ice cream every night. Jen chuckled, remembering the days when she made Allie do yoga to round out her flat ass. Nowadays, a different part needed inspection.

 

Hugging Allie from behind, Jen replied, “Work sucks today, but it’s worth it to come home to this.” She slid her hands under the stained, white apron, evaluating the heft of her housewife’s belly, kissing the side of Allie’s neck. Allie turned to meet her face to face. “How am I doing?”

 

“How are you doing? You’re fucking huge, babe! How big were you when you were pregnant?” Jen smiled playfully as she teased her pet, rubbing her hands up and down Allie’s huge, sagging gut. The smooth fabric of the apron concealed a jagged network of thin, pink stretchmarks. Red in the face, Allie scoffed, “Oh, stop it Jen! You remember.”

 

“Tell me again, piggy.”

 

Sigh Fifty-three inches.” Allie smirked and rolled her eyes. She stared down at her distended stomach, patting it lovingly. When she was pregnant, Jen couldn’t keep her hands off of Allie. She pampered Allie like a spoiled princess, giving her everything she wanted, and then some. This experience ignited a sensation in Allie she had never felt before; the relief and pleasure of being completely doted on. To not have a worry in the world, just an appetite. It was intoxicating.

 

“And how much further do we need to go to get you back there?” Jen inquired, in a hungry tone. Through the apron, she grabbed Allie’s overhanging stomach, and began dragging her to the table. Giggling in anticipation, Allie knew what was in store for her.

 

Jen sat her down in a wide, padded throne. Given the enormity of Allie’s ass, there was no way a typical chair would accommodate her. When the two went out to restaurants, only a booth would suffice.

 

Jen packed Allie’s plate with a mountain of meat, starches, and vegetables. Squeezing Allie’s tits, she leaned over her shoulder, and commanded her to “Dig in, piggy! If you want your toy this afternoon, you’ll need to clean two of these plates.” Allie immediately began shoveling down the meal. Too fat to get close to the table, she had to lean in, causing food to tumble down onto her apron and the floor. The pledges would clean it, figured Jen.

 

Allie knew Jen expected all of the food on the table to be gone before she came home for dinner, and it was going to take some effort to get it all down. Gulping air along with heaping mouthfuls, Allie burped unabashedly. The kids weren’t around, so there was no need to mind her manners.

 

Jen stood there, watching her hog at work. By making Allie eat two plates, she knew that there would be less food available for herself, but she didn’t mind. The company gave her free lunch anyways. The main reason for her visit was to verify that her girl was blowing back up to her ideal proportions. Jen wanted Allie to look permanently pregnant from the front, with a bulging booty to back it up. She made the money, so it was up to her how to spend it. Investing in some extra insulation for her piggy princess was always a good call.

 

With astonishing speed, Allie crammed down the first plate. She didn’t lift a finger to refill it. “Ok brat, I’ll get it for you,” Jen chided her, from behind a wry grin. Unphased, Allie waited patiently, eyeing up the remaining drumstick. She hoped Jen would bring it to her before it got too cold.

 

Jen plunked Allie’s trough onto her placemat. Fixing herself a much smaller plate, the two enjoyed their meal at a slower pace. Jen did almost all the talking, while Allie sat there with a blank stare, moaning when her favorite flavors tumbled across her taste buds. It was obvious to Jen that Allie was losing her grip on microbio knowledge. She’d been out of the workforce for a while, and her skills had dulled. Jen felt an odd sense of dominance as she plumbed the depths of Allie’s stupor. She knew that Allie was embracing her role as a domesticated housewife, fat and happy, aiming only to please her partner.

 

The alarm on Jen’s phone sounded, indicating the time had come for her to return to work. Allie pushed her chair away from the table, and sauntered back to the couch. Jen hastily began scooping the leftovers into Tupperware containers that Allie had lazily stacked in a chair next to the table. Dropping the plastic tubs next to the bloated lounge lizard laying on the couch, Jen walked to the coat rack. “Well, gotta get back at it, bringing home the bacon for my little piggy.”

 

“Thanks J, but what about my toy?” Allie looked up from her cushion, pouting. With both hands, she rubbed her belly slowly, indicating the evidence that she had done her keeper’s bidding.

 

“Hmm, well, I guess you deserve it,” Jen mumbled, her voice smoldering with naughty intent. Pulling a short, wide, pink vibrator out of her coat pocket, she returned to her captive fatty.

 

Allie cooed with excitement, spreading her legs, and jiggling wildly as she rearranged herself on the couch. She lifted the frock of her apron to expose the cavern of fat concealing her pussy. Visibly obese, it was almost impossible for her to finger herself any more.

 

Jen applied a thin layer of lube to the stocky device. After all the moaning at the lunch table, she knew Allie would be soaked, so a little dab would do. Looking Allie in the eye, from the other side of her heaving gut, Jen slipped the vibrator into Allie’s vagina. Jen grabbed Allie’s stomach firmly, whispering, “Good little cow, get fat for momma, and enjoy your toy.” Allie’s jaw dropped from the force of the pleasure, her double chin jutting out from the impact. “Ooooh baby…” she moaned.

 

“Do you remember the drill? Send me a pic of you stuffing your face, and you get a buzz. One per container. And they better all be gone by the time I get home, or no toy tomorrow!” Jen spoke to her wife like she was one of the kids.

 

“Mmmhmmm, ok baby.” Allie complied, legs still spread akimbo, her hands rubbing her nipples. All she could think about was watching TV, eating, and not doing a damn thing for the next week.

Shortly after Jen pulled into the Oberad parking lot, she received a SnapChat message. Allie had emptied her first container. Using the long distance remote, Jen activated the vibrator, setting the intensity low.

 

*Bloop*

 

Another Snap, this time with a glimpse of Allie biting her lip, wracked in the pleasure of a mini-orgasm. Each completed container would bring another, stronger buzz. Jen hoped Allie wouldn’t pass out before she ordered dinner. She texted Allie telling her not to worry about it, that they’d be having Chinese. Lots of Chinese. Jen chuckled to herself as she added the pig face emoji to her text. This little staycation was going to be a blast. Jen thought ahead to her sorority’s reunion next week. She hoped Allie wouldn’t be too fat to fit through the door, but if she was, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

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Sequel part 2: Fat fantasy

 

“Uugh…” Allie oozed shameless satisfaction, as she stretched her bulky frame across creaking couch cushions. She had polished off the last of her pre-portioned meals by three o’clock. Wondering when her caretaker would return with Chinese, Allie impatiently drummed her pudgy fingers across her tightly stretched stomach. The blob of fat pinning her to the sofa had just settled down. It simmered with the vibrations of her sex toy, after each impulse had brought her passions to a roiling orgasm. Squirming on her throne represented the most exercise she’d had in weeks, a fact that would have made a younger Allie blush in embarrassment. Now a pampered pet, Allie didn’t even consider the possibility that she should be in better shape.

 

A bulging double chin hoisted Allie’s gaze towards the television. She flicked lazily through the channels, landing eventually on a documentary about the dairy industry. “Lylehaven Farm is internationally renowned for its prized Holsteins. These cows spend all day grazing in pristine pastures, consuming only the finest grain…”

 

“That would be the life,” Allie contemplated, as she lounged on her pale, expanding ass. The thought of having no expectations except to eat and grow was becoming more appealing to her every day, as her obese frame made it harder for her to complete even basic daily tasks. Cranberry sauce from her binge stained the stretch-marked expanse beneath her belly button, trickling down the rivets of red, throbbing, tortured skin. It was a tough spot for the rotund couch potato to reach, so she ignored the blemish. Jen would get it for her when she came home.

 

***

After a long day of work, Jen wanted nothing more than to simply return home. Stopping by Panda Express on her way home was an unwelcome detour, but she knew Allie was expecting a trough of noodles and General Tso’s chicken. Jen’s addiction to stuffing her pet far outweighed her exhaustion, as she turned into the drive through.

 

Struggling with both arms to harness her double-bagged order, Jen relied on her foot to prop the door open, as she returned home. Basking in the glow of a droning television, Allie sluggishly looked up at Jen. “Oh hey babe! Drop the noodles off over here.” Allie gestured to an empty tray lying on the couch next to her.

 

Jen obediently dropped off the payload. Naked and bloated, Allie barely looked up. Jen, sitting down next to her, didn’t speak as she laid out yet another feast for Allie. Only after stuffing her first forkful of chicken and noodles into her maw, did Allie remember to thank her wife.

 

“Hhhmph, oh God, this is good! Thanks, J.” Allie scoffed down her meal, not even taking her eyes off the television.

 

Jen swept a wet wipe across Allie’s expansive gut, sweeping away crumbs. With the kids out of the house, Allie was the singular focus of Jen’s attention. Even after years, of conditioning Allie to grow, Jen was taken aback by how easily Allie had settled into her new lifestyle.

 

“So, Al, you looking forward to the reunion tomorrow?” Jen stroked Allie’s inner thigh, tugging her attention away from the tube. “Oh, yeah, it’ll be great,” Allie bluffed, reluctantly. Jen saw through the well-intentioned dishonesty, comforting her girl with a peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry, I have a special treat for you tomorrow. Now hurry up and finish your noodles, so we can get you into a bath before the pledges come over to clean up your mess.” Jen gave Allie’s belly a stout pat, watching the impact ripple across Allie’s gut. The two shared a chuckle at Allie’s animated flab, and hurriedly finished their meal.

 

Just minutes after Allie slipped into a warm bubble bath, the doorbell rang. Smiling devilishly, Jen sauntered to the foyer. “Hold on a sec, Patty!”

 

In the doorway, Patty fidgeted nervously, brushing her blonde locks behind her ears. She checked the buttons on her shirt, ensuring that they all were still fastened, and tugged down at the hem of her garment. Her sorority had been working a fundraiser all day, where the girls were tasked with sampling meals from local restaurants in exchange for paid reviews. Jen had assigned her to sample two Italian restaurants, a donut shop, and a new bistro on the south side of Raleigh. Looking down at a portly ** belly pushing against her waistband, she began to wonder how much more her blue jeans could hold up.

 

As Jen swung the door open, she was hypnotized by the porch light dancing off of Patty’s clear, green eyes. “Come on in, girl!” Jen giggled, beckoning Patty into her home with a nod of her head. A smile parted the gentle dusting of freckles across Patty’s complexion, as she nervously accepted Jen’s offer. Jen made little effort to conceal her obvious glace at Patty’s plump, perky ass. Pinching it softly, Jen teased “looks like someone’s been keeping up with her reports.”

 

Scooting away from Jen’s grasp, Patty snickered, looking over her shoulder flirtatiously. Her shoulder-length blonde locks swooshed like a curtain, revealing her coy smirk. “Thanks for assigning me to my favorite spots, Jen! The lasagna at Pasquale’s was delish.” Jen rubbed Patty’s belly, tracing her strained buttons, “I can tell.”

 

Patty turned her gaze to the scattered dishes in the living room and kitchen, a messy testament to Allie’s gluttony. “So, this is what you need me to clean?”

 

“Yup, the missus was ravenous today. She almost couldn’t fit in the bathtub when I hosed her off afterwards.” Patty and Jen chuckled quietly, to avoid attracting Allie’s attention.  

 

Patty set to work picking up the dishes. Jen watched from a distance, a cup of red wine in her hand, as her little worker bee set about the task at hand. Patty’s pendulous breasts hung heavy and swollen from her chest, as she bent forward to grab the Tupperware lids off the ground. Plump love handles forced her shirt up, revealing Patty’s pale, pudgy plumber’s crack. Jen could remember when Allie was in that fattening phase, just beginning to embrace her new curves. She loved her wife, but Jen just couldn’t move past her passion for fattening up the next generation of the sisterhood.

 

The extra padding around Patty’s midsection slowed her down during the evening, but Jen didn’t mind. She pretended to do research on her laptop, ogling the little piggy laboring in her living room, sweeping up Allie’s crumbs. Finally, in a huff, Patty hung up her push broom.

 

“Ok, J, I’m finished. See you and Allie at the reunion tomorrow?”

 

“Of course, Patty! Have your toga ready.” Jen undressed Patty with her eyes, as Patty smiled and waved good night.

 

***

 

Arguably the greatest perk of Jen’s job was the guaranteed weekends off. She and Allie slept in on this special Saturday, knowing that there were big plans in the evening, requiring them to be well-rested. After hours of lounging around the house, grazing on snacks and taking in the day, Jen dressed her piggy princess in a flowing, white toga, and shepherded her into the family SUV. After a quick drive to the local sorority branch, Jen took Allie by the hand, and led her down a hallway similar to the one she haunted in her college days, back in New York. A regal, red chaise lounge was positioned at the end of the hall. Allie plopped down into it, smiling in anticipation of what was to come.

 

As she arranged her toga, the girls rushing for the sorority came strolling into the hallway, wearing the same style of garment. Each girl carried with her a platter of desserts, pastries, hot dogs, and nachos. Voluptuous tits, sagging bellies, and rotund asses jiggled as the girls lined up along the edges of the corridors, each body straining under the fresh weight of newly acquired pounds. Jen appeared in the doorway on the opposite side of the hallway, her body illuminated in the glow of candlelight, cast from a chandelier overlooking the ceremony.

 

“Girls, this house is devoted to enjoyment. To hedonism. To the endless pursuit of whatever your appetites desire! At the opposite end of the hallway, you can see the Queen of Consumption! A woman who has become one with her desires. Those desires are manifested on the platters in your hands. Tonight, she’ll show you what it means to truly indulge.”

 

With a swoosh of her hand, Jen beckoned to Patty to begin the process. With a slavish devotion, she approached the massive hog of a woman on the red chaise. “Feed me,” insisted Allie, closing her eyes, and opening her mouth. Patty proceeded to stuff every last pastry from her plate down Allie’s insatiable maw.

 

As she finished, Patty rubbed Allie’s exposed gut. “Enjoy, my Queen!” She curtseyed, and backed away. The next pudgy pledge approached Allie. “Feed me,” repeated Allie, descending into the stupor of a sugar high. The girl obliged.

 

The mouthfuls of delicious morsels blended into an endless stream of indulgence. Allie felt herself groan under the weight, expanding, growing. Slowly, her obese frame spilled out away from her, off of the lounger, to fill up the room. Jen’s laugh cackled from the other end of the hallway, as Allie felt herself swell uncontrollably. The voices of the girls around her began to echo, “Enjoy, my Queen! Enjoy, my Queen! Enjoy, my Queen!”

 

 

 

BEEEEP!!!!! BEEEEP!!!!!  BEEEEP!!!!!  BEEEEP!!!!!  

 

 

Grunting with annoyance, Allie hit her alarm clock once more, shutting off the snooze feature. She new she had to get going, if she was going to make her microbio lab, especially after extending her cat nap. Slipping into a comfortable tank top and daisy dukes, she set off for the dining hall.

 

The freedom of college had presented Allie with myriad temptations and distractions. These new opportunities had triggered erotic and disturbing fantasies in Allie’s mind, but so far, she’d kept her life on the straight and narrow. Despite the occasional treat, she based her diet around the fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and legumes available in her favorite dining hall. Many of her friends, including a brilliant scholar in her biology classes, were more indulgent, but they weren’t much of an influence on the disciplined brunette, confidently striding across the quad.

 

As she walked, a stray frisbee skittered across the sidewalk.

 

“Toss it here!” huffed an exasperated, blonde freshie. Sweat glinted off her ruddy complexion, as she clapped her hands in anticipation of Allie’s toss.

 

Allie flung the disc back to the girl. “See you at practice tomorrow, Patty!” Allie retained a moderate workout schedule from her high school days, and supplemented it with the occasional Ultimate Frisbee match.

 

“Can’t wait,” the girl retorted, as she hustled back to the field.

 

The summer sun shone as bright as Allie’s future as she approached the dining hall doors. Eager to grab a quick salad before the lab, she went in.

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