The Mystic Gains Exchange: The Monkey Paw

[Chef Feeder]

Chapter 15 - Feeding Frenzy

Chloe maneuvered through the bustling university pathways, her hands gripping a bag loaded with takeaway containers from the dining hall. The late morning air was crisp, making the wafting scents from the food all the more enticing. Her stomach growled slightly in protest, but Chloe ignored it. After all, the food wasn't for her; she had to watch her figure. It was for Brittney.

 

She smiled to herself, unable to deny the rush of excitement that filled her. Since the first wish, Chloe had grown an infatuation with maintaining her newly acquired athletic figure, the product of countless hours in the gym, and a strict diet. She reveled in the feeling of her toned muscles, the satisfaction after a hard workout, and the admiring glances she received.

 

However, there was an equally thrilling, if not a somewhat strange pleasure that she derived from watching her roommate eat. Brittney, the once fit, now substantially overweight and continually hungry, girl was the star of a spectacle Chloe secretly enjoyed. Watching her roommate's indulgence in food, the way her appetite had adjusted to fit her new body, the way her clothes strained over her continually expanding figure... Chloe found herself fascinated and a little bit guilty.

 

Regardless, she loved the duality of their lives. The balance between her controlled restraint and Brittney's unrestrained indulgence felt oddly exhilarating.

 

As she neared their dorm, Chloe quickened her pace. The anticipation of what was to come sent an invigorating chill down her spine. Another day living vicariously through Brittney was about to unfold.

 

Upon entering the room, Chloe was hit with a heavy, earthy aroma. The pungent smell of 🌿 permeated the dorm room, casting a hazy aura around the otherwise familiar surroundings. Chloe paused in the doorway, her eyes landing on Brittney, sprawled across her bed, engrossed in her phone that was propped up against her expansive belly.

 

She was still clad only in her underwear, every curve of her body on full display. Her legs were spread out to accommodate the girth of her belly, her arms sunk into the plumpness of her sides. Her neck, lost in the folds of a prominent double chin due to her relaxed position, added to the overall image of unbridled indulgence.

 

Brittney's eyes were glazed, her movements sluggish and her giggle echoing around the room every few seconds. The ** was nearly burnt out, resting on the window by her bedside. It was clear to Chloe that Brittney was stoned - extremely so.

 

The moment she caught sight of Chloe with the bag of food, her giggly facade was briefly replaced with a look of sheer excitement. With a surprisingly agile movement that seemed to defy the restrictions of her rotund form, Brittney sprang up in the bed, her body jiggling slightly from the sudden action.

 

"Food!" she slurred out, her voice higher than usual. "I'm like...super hungry." She giggled at her own statement, her hands instinctively reaching out towards the bag. The look in her eyes was pure anticipation, akin to a child waiting to open a long-awaited present. Her earlier distress seemed to have melted away, replaced by this giggly, carefree version of Brittney that Chloe found both amusing and intriguing.

 

As Brittney's fingers latched onto the first takeaway box, her eyes widened with delight. The box could barely contain the heaping pile of food; the scrambled eggs, sausages, and roasted potatoes threatened to spill out. Yet, Brittney seemed indifferent to the oversized portion. Instead, she enthusiastically dug in, shoveling a generous mouthful of the breakfast medley without missing a beat.

 

As Brittney's cheeks bulged with food, Chloe couldn't help but smirk. Watching her roommate's unrestrained indulgence was an intriguing spectacle. Despite the discomforting events from the previous night, Brittney seemed lost in her own world of pleasure.

 

"Didn't save any for me, huh?" Chloe teased, a playful note lacing her voice as she eyed the spent ** on the side table. A quick flash of embarrassment flitted across Brittney's face as she hastily swallowed her food, about to offer an apology.

 

But before she could speak, Chloe shook her head, letting out a light chuckle. "No worries. I don't really smoke anymore. Trying to keep the lungs clean, you know?"

 

She said it casually, her tone light, yet her words carried an underlying truth. Chloe was now more invested in maintaining her svelte physique, kicking habits that could potentially deter her fitness goals. Watching Brittney, though, she was reminded of the contrasting reality of their lives. Despite the initial shock of the transformation, it seemed like Brittney was slowly starting to adapt to her new lifestyle, one hearty mouthful at a time.

 

 

Chloe leaned back against the wall, mesmerized by the sight of her roommate's gluttony. The first takeaway box was nearly empty now, only crumbs of the once-heaping meal remained. It was almost surreal to watch Brittney devour such an impressive amount of food with gusto.

 

"You mentioned a guy named Mike last night," Chloe interjected, raising an eyebrow, "How'd that go?"

 

The mention of Mike instantly triggered a blush that spread across Brittney's round face. Her eyes sparkled as she started rambling, her voice high-pitched with excitement, "Oh, Mike... he was such a sweetheart, you know?"

 

Between mouthfuls of food and occasional sips of her drink, she recounted the evening's events. From the moment Mike leaned casually against the wall beside her, the interesting conversations they had, the beer pong challenge they took on together, to the eventual departure, she shared practically everything. She did not, however, mention the humiliating fall or the distasteful encounter with Jason. Those memories were firmly locked away.

 

Brittney giggled, a silly grin on her face, "He was so different, Chloe. Not like the others... I mean, he even walked me back here... I... I hope I get to see him again." The sentence was punctuated by a rather loud burp. An embarrassed blush colored her cheeks once again, yet Chloe couldn't help but chuckle.

 

Chloe reached into the bag and pulled out another box, this one filled with fluffy pancakes drenched in golden syrup. The sweet aroma wafted around the room, making Brittney's stomach give an anticipatory rumble. She eyed the box being handed to her, a dubious look in her eyes.

 

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" she asked, glancing at her slender roommate.

 

Chloe shook her head, a small, brave smile on her lips, "Nah, I got all this for you, Britt."

 

There was a pause as her words hung in the air. To her surprise, instead of the familiar grimace or sigh of resignation, a flush spread across Brittney's cheeks, her eyes glinting with a strange combination of embarrassment and a tinge of excitement. It was a reaction neither of them expected.

 

Brittney's fingers closed around the box, the pancakes' soft texture seeping warmth into her palms. Her heart pounded in her chest, the reality of Chloe's words sinking in. She had bought all this food with the expectation that Brittney, with her newly acquired appetite, would finish it off. The revelation, for reasons unknown even to her, made her feel a strange, exhilarating rush.

 

As Brittney took the first bite, the sweet, buttery flavor of the pancakes exploding in her mouth, she couldn't help the moan of satisfaction that escaped her lips. She was indeed becoming increasingly comfortable with her expanded physique, and the delightful pleasures that came along with it.

 

As Brittney chewed the last bite of her second pancake, she felt a surge of fullness roll through her. A low groan of satiation escaped her lips as she pushed the takeout box away slightly, her heavy belly protruding against the tight fabric of her torn panties, looking and feeling incredibly stuffed.

 

"I think... I'll have to save these for later," she declared, panting slightly, her hand resting on her expanded stomach, the slight pressure offering a comforting feeling.

 

Chloe watched her roommate for a moment before a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. "Come on, Britt. You can do it," she goaded gently, nudging the box back towards Brittney.

 

Surprisingly, Brittney paused, contemplating the pancakes, then flashed a small, reluctant grin, a glimmer of excitement sparkling in her eyes. The sight startled Chloe; it was a reaction she hadn't seen before in Brittney, especially related to eating. But then, it clicked. The fourth wish. The monkey paw's magic was at play, and Brittney was starting to... enjoy this.

 

With an exhale of determination, Brittney reached for the remaining pancakes. Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the first one to her lips, taking a hearty bite. As the taste exploded on her tongue, she couldn't help but release a satisfied moan, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.

 

Chloe watched in disbelief and delight as Brittney seemed to revel in her current state, a strange mix of satisfaction and curiosity stirring within her.

 

Brittney's eyes squinted in a mixture of discomfort and bliss as she forked up the last few bites of the final pancake. The mass of sweet, doughy goodness was heavy in her stomach, making her feel painfully full. She felt every stretch and strain of her expanded belly. Her breathing grew deeper, her chest heaving with the effort, the slight swell of her cleavage peeking out from her bra.

 

Her body was awash with an unusual yet intoxicating blend of sensations. The euphoria of her 🌿-induced haze, the overwhelming fullness of her belly, and the lethargic pull of an approaching food coma all converged, sparking a fire of arousal that ignited deep within her. Each bite seemed to stoke this fire, growing bit by bit, sending a warm flush spreading across her face and down her neck.

 

Brittney could hardly believe the feelings coursing through her. She was not only full but sensually engrossed in the experience. She took a moment to close her eyes, to relish the warmth enveloping her body, the tingles of pleasure that prickled her skin.

 

Chloe observed in a mix of fascination and satisfaction. Brittney was no longer just eating. She was indulging, surrendering to a new-found pleasure in her current state of existence, her plump body, her appetite. As she watched Brittney lick her fingers clean, Chloe's lips curled into a victorious smile. She was eager to see how far she could push her roommate.

 

Chloe's eyes gleamed with a thrilling mix of excitement and curiosity. She pulled out another box, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. "Oh, and look what else they had," she said, lifting the lid to reveal half a dozen plump, frosted donuts.

 

Brittney's eyes widened at the sight. Despite the monumental fullness within her, a strange flicker of longing ignited at the sight of the sugary treats. "I...I can't... I'm too full," she managed to groan, yet her gaze remained locked on the donuts.

 

Chloe, on the other hand, was on a roll. Seeing Brittney enjoy her meal and subsequently her enlarged body was fueling a feeling of power within her. "I think you can," she urged, handing a donut to Brittney.

 

Brittney hesitated, the doughy pastry heavy in her hand. Her eyes flicked from the donut to Chloe, and back again. Then, lifted the donut to her lips and took a tentative bite as she laid further into her bed.

 

The sweetness exploded on her tongue, and a low, pleasurable moan escaped her lips. Her bloodshot eyes almost crossed, a dreamy look of bliss on her face.

 

Chloe watched, her breath hitching in her throat. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. Brittney, once a slim and active girl, now plumped up and indulging in an enormous meal. And the most startling part of all? She was loving every single second of it.

 

Brittney sat on her creaking bed, clutching one of the doughy pastries. Her mind was a hazy blend of confusion and pleasure as she bit into the donut, surrendering to the burst of flavor that tantalized her taste buds. Each bite, each swallow, was accompanied by a jolt of pleasure that coursed through her. Her breathing grew heavier, and her face heated up.

 

Her mind was racing, trying to understand this foreign feeling, yet failing to. An unusual heat was pooling at the base of her stomach, an erotic tickle that caused her body to tingle with anticipation. She felt wet, arousal seeping into her underwear.

 

She tried to shake off the feeling, tried to tell herself it was wrong, but the sensation was so overpoweringly pleasant that she couldn't resist. She plunged into another donut, her tongue relishing the sugary sweetness. Her free hand, almost unconsciously, traced the curve of her expanded belly. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, further fanning the flames of her arousal.

 

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her cheeks grew warmer. The pleasure was escalating with each passing second, growing with every mouthful of food. She didn't understand it, but the correlation was unmistakable. Her body was reacting to her indulgence, her overeating, in ways she'd never experienced before.

 

As she bit into yet another donut, she couldn't help but moan, the sound bouncing off the walls of the small dorm room. It was a mix of satisfaction, confusion, and an odd sense of pleasure. An undeniable thrill coursed through her at the feeling of her full, rounded stomach pressing against the fabric of her underwear.

 

Brittney couldn't make sense of it all. How was she getting aroused by eating? It wasn't normal, and it was even less so considering her newfound size. She felt a pang of fear alongside her arousal. But even with that, she found herself unable to stop. With her senses heightened, and pleasure coursing through her veins, she continued to gorge on the donuts, surrendering herself to the strange, but undeniably intoxicating experience.

 

Exhausted, Brittney flopped her plump hand down onto her distended belly with an audible slap that echoed in the room. Each jiggling roll of fat was a testament to her debauchery, the supple curves trembling under the force of her touch. Her breathing was ragged, an unusual rhythm that harmonized with the pounding of her heart in her chest.

 

"Just one more, Brittney," Chloe coaxed, her tone laced with a hint of authority that seemed to amplify the charge of Brittney's arousal. It was a sound that, under normal circumstances, she'd find off-putting. But in her present state - disoriented, high, aroused - it sounded deliciously enticing.

 

Brittney, her face now flushed a crimson red, stammered, "Chloe... please..." Her voice trailed off as she fought to suppress the pleasure coursing through her, the intoxicating mix of shame, arousal, and gluttony reaching fever pitch. "Put it... in my mouth..." she managed, a hint of pleading echoing in her words.

 

At her words, Chloe immediately obeyed. She lifted the last remaining donut and, without a second thought, shoved the entire thing into Brittney's waiting mouth, bypassing her barely formed protests. The act was sudden, raw and primal, causing Brittney's heart to skip a beat.

 

Brittney's eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, but the pleasure coursing through her made her only more accepting of it. What was she doing? Why did she ask Chloe that? Her face grew even warmer at the clarity of the situation.

 

Her moan was muffled around the doughnut, an odd mixture of satisfaction, shame, and arousal. The bizarre pleasure she was deriving from the act was too much for her. Her mouth worked quickly, accommodating the doughy mass and sending it on its way to join the rest of the feast in her stomach. With that, her head lulled back, her heavy panting filling the room as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensation coursing through her as she passed out in a daze.

[Zappy]

Well... this has been awesome so far. Damn.

Can't wait to see where it goes!

[Matt L.]

Very intelligent writing, Brittney's transformation from svelte, athletic young woman to heavy, hog is mind numbing fantastic.  Your descriptions and dialogue considerably above-average, I can accurately imagine every scene in my mind like I'm watching a movie.   

What makes this story especially entertaining is how the prior wish removed Brittany's apprehension and insecurity about being overweight, as if this had always been her reality.  Laying bed in her undergarments, and impassively stuffing herself is something the former Brittney would never have done.

[Chef Feeder]

Chapter 16 - Embracing Indulgence

Brittney found herself rousing from the depths of a deep, satiating slumber later that afternoon. The memory of the morning's excessive feast lingered like a remnant of a vivid dream, bringing with it a wave of embarrassment and a pang of shame. God what had she done? And in front of Chloe?

 

Propping herself up against the cool wall, Brittney felt a strange, conflicting sensation. Despite her overindulgence and the subsequent shame, her bloated stomach held a peculiar warmth, an unexpected mixture of discomfort and an inexplicable arousal.

 

With a sigh, Brittney reached for her phone, her messaging app taunted her as she considered messaging Mike. After a moment's hesitation, she typed a cautious, "Hey," and hit send. The suspense of awaiting a reply was short-lived as her phone buzzed, displaying Mike's name on the screen. Relief washed over her at his response. "Hey you free right now? Tacos?"

 

An involuntary rumble from her stomach broke the silence in the room. She felt an anticipatory excitement, the newfound enjoyment of food coaxing her to say yes.

 

Brittney sucked in a deep breath and responded, "Sure, sounds fun!" She set her phone aside and moved towards her wardrobe.

 

Brittney's fingers danced over her clothes, stopping at a pair of denim shorts and a flirty crop top that was pushed at the back of her wardrobe. She pulled them out, her heart pounding in her chest as she laid them on the bed. They were risqué, leaving little to the imagination, and definitely not something she'd usually wear with her new body.

 

"Am I really going to wear this?" She murmured to herself, confusion setting a crease between her eyebrows. But something within her urged her on, her body tingling with a strange sort of excitement. It was as if she was being driven by an inner voice, luring her to step out of her comfort zone.

 

With a resolute sigh, she squeezed into the denim shorts. The tight fabric hugged her generous hips and plump thighs, showcasing her transformation in a way she hadn't dared before. Next, she pulled the crop top over her head, its hem ending just under her large breasts, revealing the swell of her belly.

 

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she was met with an unexpected sight. The revealing outfit accentuated her curvaceous figure, the denim shorts framing her wide hips, the crop top highlighting the roundness of her breasts and belly. But instead of the usual wave of disgust, she felt a peculiar delight.

 

Her hand traced the curve of her stomach, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. The touch sent a shiver of pleasure through her, her reflection in the mirror looking back at her with a spark of newfound confidence. Her lips curled into a slow, appreciative smile, and a flush of excitement colored her cheeks. It was bold, it was daring, and for the first time in months, she felt alive.

 

Picking up her purse, Brittney stole a last glance at the mirror. She was shocked by her reflection, by the woman who stood there, flaunting her ample curves with a strange kind of pride. She turned and exited the room, leaving behind her doubts and fears.

 

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The downtown bustle was in full swing, the air rich with the aroma of food from various food trucks parked on the side. It was an intoxicating mix of sizzling meats, spices, and the ever-present scent of grilling tortillas that gave the whole place an inviting allure. Brittney met Mike under the city lights, the flicker reflecting off his excited eyes.

 

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, a warm smile on his face as his eyes swept over her outfit. He was clearly surprised, yet undeniably in awe, which only deepened Brittney's blush. He offered his hand, which she gladly took, the simple contact sending an electric jolt through her.

 

Mike led them to a popular food truck renowned for its scrumptious tacos. The sight of the chalkboard menu showcasing a platter of twelve tacos had Brittney's heart fluttering in her chest. A mix of anticipation and nerves made her stomach churn, and she found herself torn between the thrill of Mike's presence and the tantalizing promise of the tacos.

 

Mike looked at her, his eyes twinkling with an unspoken question. "What do you think? Can we handle a dozen?" His tone was playful, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

 

In response, Brittney found herself swept in a wave of daring boldness. "Bring it on," she said, salivating. His grin widened, and he promptly ordered the plate.

 

"You know, we could head back to my place with these," he suggested, his voice smooth as he gestured towards the dozen tacos nestled in a carry-out bag.

 

The thought sent a ripple of excitement coursing through Brittney. A quiet night in at Mike's place sounded tantalizingly intimate, but it was his next words that truly made her heart flutter.

 

"Maybe we could smoke a bit too. If you're interested," Mike added, a hint of mischief playing in his eyes.

 

For a moment, Brittney could only stare at him, her mind whirling at the prospect. She had thoroughly enjoyed the calming effects of the ** from earlier, and the prospect of experiencing it again, this time in Mike's company, was thrilling.

 

Feeling a blush spread across her cheeks, she nodded, a small grin playing on her lips. "I’m down," she replied, a soft excitement in her voice betraying her attempt to play it cool. "Let's take the tacos to go."

 

Feeling bold and more at ease, Brittney leaned into Mike, allowing her substantial form to rest against his solid arm. She felt a strange comfort in the way his muscles flexed against the softness of her newly plump figure.

 

"Hold on, Mike," Brittney said suddenly, a gleam in her eyes as she caught sight of a pastel-colored ice cream parlor that beckoned invitingly from across the street. "Can we stop there? Just a quick snack."

 

She held her breath, momentarily worried that her unabashed desire for food would seem unattractive. Yet, when Mike's face broke into an easy smile and he nodded, a new thrill coursed through her. His lack of judgment, his easy acceptance of her insatiable appetite was inexplicably arousing.

 

"Sure, let's do it." Mike agreed, steering her towards the inviting glow of the parlor.

 

The scent of sweet cream and sugar hit Brittney as they stepped up to the window. As Mike ordered their treats, Brittney leaned against the counter, her stomach yearning for the sweet delight that was to come. As she pressed closer to Mike, her bloated belly brushing against his side, he pulled out a surprise **. “For the walk?”

 

“Yes please!” she exclaimed.

 

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The aroma of cannabis mingled with the musky smell of Mike's apartment as they burst through the front door. Brittney, her laughter echoing through the space, felt a new wave of exhilaration course through her.

 

Mike, ever the cool cat, leaned back against the door and watched her, a soft smile playing on his lips. He took in her voluptuous form, the way her clothes clung to her curves, her red flushed face, her shiny eyes darting around his apartment with giddy curiosity.

 

Mike's apartment was a cozy haven filled with a maze of sketches and paintings, strewn across the floor, tacked up on the walls, propped up against the furniture. Under the warm glow of the incandescent bulbs, every image gleamed with life, rich with vibrant colors and breathtaking details. The high had swept in, amplifying her senses as she lost herself in the artistic whirlwind around her.

 

"Mike," she giggled, her cheeks pink with exhilaration, "Did you do all these?" Her eyes were wide, her breath hitched in amazement. "I didn’t know you were an artist."

 

He simply smiled at her in response, leaning back in his chair, utterly at ease with the world. "Yeah," he said, with a subtle touch of pride, "I'm actually an art major."

 

Mike layed out the platter of tacos on his coffee table as Brittney salivated, grabbing a taco before he was even done. Despite her best efforts to pace herself, her restraint proved to be futile as she devoured the first, then the second, then the third. Soon, she was halfway through the plate, while Mike was still on his second taco.

 

Her taste buds relished in the delight of each bite. Noticing the discrepancy in their eating pace, Brittney attempted to slow down, but found it challenging as the hunger for more urged her on.

 

Brittney found herself growing more curious about his passion. "So, what kind of art do you specialize in? Anything specific you like to sketch or paint?"

 

He paused, a thoughtful look passing over his face as he savored a bite of his taco. "I love realistic sketches," he finally admitted, his voice filled with an intense passion that she found endearing. "And I really enjoy exploring the human body, capturing its intricacies and vulnerabilities."

 

His words hung in the air as they continued to feast on the food. As Brittney listened to him talk about his art, his words were like a melody to her, making her heart sing.

 

Brittney took another hearty bite of her seventh taco, the tangy taste of salsa and succulent meat filling her senses. A muffled sigh escaped her lips as she felt the tight confines of her shorts restricting her swollen belly. Unconsciously, her hand slipped down to the rounded mound, giving it a playful rub.

 

"So a real romantic, huh?" She chuckled, a playful twinkle in her eyes. Her hand was now openly kneading the firm flesh of her distended belly, her crop top riding high to reveal the expanse of her overfilled midriff. Her lower belly, pushed forward by the force of her bloated upper stomach, sitting over onto her lap, straining against the taut fabric of her denim shorts.

 

Mike chuckled, his eyes never strayed from her as he savored the sight of her unabashed enjoyment of food. The sight was so enticing that Mike found it hard to concentrate on his own plate. He watched her, fascinated by the sight of her indulging herself, her face bright with the pure pleasure of eating. He was beginning to realize that there was something incredibly appealing about Brittney - her uninhibited behavior, her refreshing honesty, her vivacious laughter, and yes, even her ample, overflowing curves. He was falling under her spell, just as she was under his.

 

The tension was cut, however, by the sight of one last remaining taco. It sat there, glistening temptingly on the shared platter between them. To her surprise, she found herself asking, "Are you going to finish that?"

 

She was taken aback by her own audacity. The words had slipped out before she could hold them back. Yet, what shocked her even more was the rush of thrill that coursed through her at her brazen display of greed. Was she really about to eat her ninth taco, while Mike had merely picked at his?

 

But Mike simply laughed. "Go ahead," he said, pushing the plate towards her. "I like a girl who knows how to eat."

 

With that approval, Brittney felt a shiver of excitement mingling with her embarrassment. She reached out, her fingers gingerly picking up the last morsel. As she brought it to her lips, she savored the texture and taste, but also the intoxicating thrill of her uninhibited indulgence. Yes, she was gorging herself in front of Mike, but for some inexplicable reason, it was setting off sparks of pleasure that ignited deep within her. She was a pig and loved it.

 

As the last crumbs of the tacos were swept away, a comfortable silence filled the air. Brittney couldn't believe how much she had eaten, her stomach was uncomfortably full, yet it was a sensation she found strangely satisfying. Nine tacos. The number echoed in her mind, contrasting wildly with the three Mike had savored.

 

"Want to smoke some more?" Mike asked, breaking her chain of thoughts. His words were like a melody, pulling her deeper into the euphoric bubble they'd created. She nodded, grinning broadly.

 

As they continued to smoke, this time from a bong, Brittney found herself growing ditsier, yet surprisingly braver. She glanced at Mike's sketches again, a sudden idea sparking in her mind. "So do you like sketching models?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

 

Mike nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I do. There's a unique beauty in capturing someone's essence on paper."

 

Brittney's heart fluttered at his words. Emboldened, she took a deep breath and with a shaky hand, she began to slowly remove her top. The room seemed to fall into a hush, her heartbeat echoing loudly in her ears. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but a part of her was excited, thrilled at the idea of being sketched by Mike.

 

As the fabric slipped up her body, she glanced at Mike, trying to gauge his reaction

 

Mike's eyes widened, and he looked at her, speechless for a moment. A blush crept up his neck, coloring his cheeks a light pink. His eyes roved over her voluptuous body, taking in her confident demeanor. His surprise was evident, yet there was an unmistakable glimmer of interest in his gaze.

 

"Do... do you want me to draw you?" He managed to stutter out, his voice shaky.

 

Brittney flashed him a coy smile. She could tell he was flustered, but there was no denying the spark of curiosity in his eyes. "Why don't you draw me like one of your French girls?" she teased.

 

With a seductive flourish, she finished removing her top. Her generously full breasts fell atop her overstuffed gut. Her soft skin glowed under the dim light of the room, the smooth curves of her figure on full display. Her hand descended to her overstuffed shorts. With a satisfying pop, she unbuttoned them, releasing the pressure and allowing her belly to spill freely into her lap.

 

With an excited rush, Mike scurried to fetch his sketchbook and pencils, barely containing his eagerness. The sight of Brittney, laying before him in all her voluptuous glory, had set his artist's heart aflame. He could hardly wait to capture her essence onto his canvas.

 

As he returned, he found Brittney lounging on his couch. She was laid bare, her body entirely exposed to his gaze. Her full stomach had dropped onto the couch, taking up a significant portion of the cushion space in front of her. The dim light of the room cast soft shadows across her curves, emphasizing the smooth, ripe plumpness of her figure.

 

He sat down on the floor in front of her, eyes on the sketchbook as he started outlining her body. A nervous excitement filled him as he glanced up to meet her gaze, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

 

"Enjoying the view, are you?" Brittney teased, a giggle bubbling up from her throat.

 

Mike chuckled, blushing. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. You're... quite the muse, Brittney."

 

Mike's pencil moved across the page, the sight before him taking shape on the blank canvas. The soft hum of the city outside served as their background score, lending a certain serenity to the intimate scene that was unfolding.

 

"I can't believe I ate all of those tacos," Brittney said, chuckling out loud. She leaned over the arm of a couch, her body still thrumming from the blend of pleasure and fatigue. Her stomach groaned with satiety, and she playfully patted it as it rippled in response. "I think I overdid it."

 

Mike sauntered over, sinking down beside her on the couch. "I think you did great," he said, his voice a soothing rumble. "It was fun watching you enjoy yourself."

 

At his words, Brittney's cheeks heated. She shifted, the cushion dipping under her weight as she turned to face him. Under his gaze, she felt her heartbeat quicken, and she realized that she didn't want the night to end.

 

By the time Mike finished his sketch, it was well past midnight. The soft lines of the drawing captured Brittney in all her glory.

 

Fighting the pull of drowsiness, Brittney propped herself up on the couch as Mike approached, the sketch in his hand. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked down at the drawing, a perfectly captured image of herself lounging seductively on the couch.

 

The woman in the sketch was beautiful - a captivating blend of softness and sensuality, every curve and roll depicted with an evident sense of admiration. The sketch was a celebration of her own body, the essence of which Mike had captured so beautifully. It was a sight that was all at once overwhelming and deeply gratifying.

 

For a moment, she simply stared, her mind processing the visual portrayal of herself. She traced her fingers over the sketch, following the contours of her sketched body, her mind churning with emotions. This was her - this massive, seductive woman was her. A thrill of pleasure coursed through her at the realization, a shiver of anticipation sending a tremble down her spine.

 

"Mike..." She started, her voice husky with unspoken emotions. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with an unexpected courage.

 

"Yeah?" He asked, his gaze soft yet intense.

 

Brittney pulled him down, her hands clutching at his shirt as she pressed her lips to his. The world around them seemed to fade away as the kiss deepened, their bodies pressing together in a heated exchange. Brittney reveled in the feeling, her mind filled with pleasure. As Mike's arms wrapped around her, the intensity of the moment washed over them both, promising more thrilling experiences yet to come.

 

The kiss grew deeper, their lips moving in sync as they shared an intimate moment, enveloped in their shared passion. A sudden surge of desire coursed through Brittney as Mike's hand descended on her expansive belly, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced - electrifying, exciting, and completely intoxicating.

 

His touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her, each pinch and squeeze sending waves of desire rippling across her skin. Mike's hands seemed to explore every inch of her, his touch both gentle and demanding. His hands danced over the swell of her belly, tracing the soft mounds of her fat, his touch igniting a blaze of pleasure that seemed to echo deep within her.

 

"Mike..." Brittney gasped against his lips, her eyes fluttering shut as his hand continued to roam, each touch eliciting a soft moan from her. There was an intensity in his gaze that left her breathless, his eyes reflecting a desire that mirrored her own.

 

The tension between them was palpable, filling the room with a heavy dose of anticipation. As Mike pulled back from the kiss, his gaze never leaving hers, his hand continued its gentle exploration, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path down her body.

 

"Brittney..." he murmured, his voice heavy with desire, "Is this okay?"

 

Brittney's response was a soft, breathless whisper, her words barely audible. "Yes..." She nodded, her pulse racing in anticipation.

 

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, it was as if the world around them had ceased to exist.

[Matt L.]

Another over the top, entertaining episode. 

Kudos!

[Chef Feeder]

Chapter 17 - Spring Break Pt. 1

A whirlwind of a month had passed since Brittney's date with Mike. The stolen kisses and sketch-filled afternoons had birthed a romance as passionate as it was poignant. Mike had become a permanent fixture in Brittney's life, as familiar and comforting as her own rotund reflection.

 

However, amidst the exhilaration of newfound feelings, another transformation was underway - one that was more tangible, more visible. As the days rolled by, marked by a copious consumption of food supplied by Chloe, the more than daily puffs of 🌿, and a relentless pursuit of pleasure, Brittney's body had morphed dramatically.

 

Each day, her figure broadened and swelled, a testament to her unrestrained lifestyle.. Her body had now surpassed the 250 pound mark, a figure that seemed both astounding and strangely fitting given her recent lifestyle. It was the first time Brittney had gained weight without the aid of the magic monkey paw. But instead of feeling self-conscious, Brittney reveled in her increased girth. The softness of her body, the curve of her belly, the roundness of her face - everything echoed a sensuous decadence that she found oddly empowering. And she looked forward to the daily feedings with Chloe almost more than her hangouts with Mike.

 

This transformation, under the subtle but constant encouragement of Chloe and Mike, felt as natural as the changing of seasons. Chloe, always the partner in crime, reveled in Brittney's metamorphosis, her incessant banter about Brittney's increasing size further fueling Brittney's newfound body confidence.

 

Amidst these days of love and indulgence, an impromptu plan to Cancun was hatched. A decision made on a whim, soaked in the haze of giggles and smoke, quickly found an enthusiastic participant in Chloe. The idea of a spontaneous adventure, coupled with the allure of sun, sand, and sea, was simply irresistible.

 

The tropical sun greeted Brittney and Chloe as they arrived at their Airbnb from the airport in Cancun, the warmth kissing their skin. Dressed in a short sundresses that clung to her curves, Brittney teetered on the edge of an exciting adventure.

 

Their Airbnb was an inviting beachfront property, adorned with palm trees and embraced by the warm tropical breeze. As Brittney and Chloe made their way inside, the scent of the sea mingled with the familiar aroma of Mike's smoke. Outside, reclined in a beach chair, Mike sat puffing on his **, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the two girls.

 

Brittney, draped in her sundress that struggled to contain her voluptuous figure, made her way towards him. Her body moved with a gracefulness that belied her size, her ample rear bouncing rhythmically with each waddling step. A flush of excitement spread across her face, a reaction mirrored in Mike's appreciative eyes.

 

Embracing him, she felt a sense of exhilarating freedom that Cancun seemed to promise. He inquired about their flight, the concern in his voice contrasting with the playful glint in his eyes. His question drew a teasing chuckle from her as she recalled the flight.

 

"You wouldn't believe it," she began, her voice a soft purr, "but I barely squeezed into my seat. I was practically spilling over!" Her words hung in the air, creating a bubble of intimate humor between them.

 

As she narrated her experience, her fingers traced a path along the outline of her hips, drawing attention to her plump curves. She bit her lip seductively, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. The sultry confession, coupled with the sight of her voluptuous body, had the desired effect on Mike, his face lighting up with an appreciative smile. Their spring break was off to an exciting start.

 

Chloe chimed in."By the end of the trip, you might need to roll Brittney to the airport, Mike," she teased, her words sparking laughter in the air. She had grown more comfortable and confident in her teasing banter towards Brittney.

 

Brittney's face reddened as a blush spread across her cheeks, the sound of Chloe's playful voice echoing in her ears. The comments stirred an unexpected but not unwelcome arousal in her. Being the focus of attention, especially when it revolved around her increased size, felt strangely wonderful.

 

As if in contrast to Brittney, Chloe maintained an exceptionally lean physique. She gracefully shed her clothing, revealing a skimpy bikini that hugged her lithe form. Every inch of her sun-kissed skin seemed to gleam under the warm rays, reminding Brittney of a supermodel posing for a photoshoot.

 

Chloe was indeed comfortable with her body, basking in the sunlight with a contented smile on her face. She laid down on a nearby chaise lounge, allowing the warmth to embrace her figure as she began to sunbathe.

 

The sight of Chloe's svelte figure against her own voluptuous form, along with the playful teasing, was oddly stimulating to Brittney. She was a massive, overindulged woman basking in pleasure and attention, with more yet to come.

 

Handing Brittney a cold beer, Mike suggested heading to the beach. It was the quintessential Spring Break experience, after all. The anticipation of the busy, bustling beach stirred a sense of exhilaration within Brittney.

 

Brittney quickly dressed into a daringly skimpy bikini, the fabric stretched taut over the fullness of her massive breasts. In addition, she had opted to wear a pair of denim shorts over her bikini bottom. However, they were remarkably small for her current size, having been a snug fit even when she'd first bought them. The denim fabric strained against the soft, overabundant flesh of her hips and thighs, a stark testament to her extreme weight gain.

 

The shorts were so small, in fact, that she couldn't manage to button them up, let alone zip them. After several attempts, she decided to leave them unbuttoned and open, a daring choice that sent a thrill running through her. Her prodigious belly spilled out over the denim, soft folds of flesh cascading over the shorts' waistband. Each step she took made the flesh wobble enticingly, the movement amplified by her state of undress.

 

Despite the lack of decency by societal standards, she felt liberated. For once, she was not hiding behind baggy clothes or camouflaging herself under layers. She was on display, her body showcased in all its excessive, indulgent glory, and she loved it. As she prepared to step onto the sandy expanse of the beach, a sense of adventure washed over her. It was going to be a wild day.

 

As they made their way down the street towards the beach, Brittney found herself falling behind Chloe, who practically bounced with eagerness. The sun shone brightly down, making her roommates' svelte figure look almost ethereal. The spring in Chloe's step, the easy grace with which she moved—these were all reminders of the person Brittney used to be. Yet instead of fostering regret or longing, the memories stirred something entirely different within her.

 

She looked down at herself, her eyes tracing the expanse of her swollen belly, visible and jiggling with each heavy step she took. Her full breasts, heaving with the effort of the short walk, threatened to spill out from her minuscule bikini top that did nothing but simple hide her nipples. Below the unzipped shorts, her thick, cellulite-dimpled thighs rubbed together, the friction creating a sensuous heat that only added to her arousal.

 

Her gaze then shifted back to Chloe, the stark contrast in their figures not lost on her. Her roommate, slim and athletic, moved with an ease that Brittney had left behind in what seemed like another lifetime. She took in Chloe's flat stomach, the thinness of her arms, the way her hip bones protruded slightly above the low waistband of her bikini bottoms. The juxtaposition between them was staggering—Chloe was all angles and lines, while Brittney was a study in softness and curves.

 

Each sight, each comparison, each pulsating wave of realization was a new jolt of pleasure, sparking deep within her. She wasn't just different from Chloe—she was massive in comparison. And the strange thrill of that fact, of her own size, was becoming an aphrodisiac unlike anything else she'd experienced.

 

Lost in her thoughts, she almost didn't notice that she'd caught up to Chloe, who had paused to wait for her. Her roommate's eyes dropped to Brittney's midsection, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She could only guess what Chloe was thinking. God she was so noticeably fat.

 

Once they'd found a spot amidst the energetic beachgoers, Mike pulled out a ** and lit it up. Chloe rolled her eyes, her gaze lingering on the ** before she turned and waded into the crowd to fetch some drinks. As they waited for her to return, Brittney shared the ** with Mike, inhaling deeply and feeling the effects almost immediately.

 

The world around her became softer, her senses heightened. She could feel every roll and crease of her body, the sensation amplified by the touch of Mike's hands, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare skin. When Chloe returned with the drinks, Brittney accepted the brightly colored slushy without hesitation. The sweet taste of the alcohol mixing with the lingering taste of the ** on her tongue.

 

She drank it down fast, too fast. The heady combination of the alcohol and the 🌿 took effect swiftly, a warm haze descending over her. Her body felt heavier, every sensation more profound.

 

Brittney's steps, already unsteady from the combination of alcohol and 🌿, slowed as she wobbled behind Mike as he went ahead to explore. With Chloe still by her side, Brittney stopped to catch her labored breath by a storefront along the promenade. The sun's radiant glare turned the expansive shop window into a mirror, reflecting back the world in vivid detail.

 

She stopped, her eyes widening. For a moment, she didn't recognize the woman gazing back. The reflection showed a woman of substantial girth, generous curves spilling over from every angle. Her breasts, in the struggle to be contained by the meager bikini top, sat atop a belly that boldly protruded, hanging over her opened shorts. Her cheeks, rosy and round, framed a pair of eyes filled with disbelief.

 

Brittney's hands involuntarily went to her midsection, fingers splaying across the soft, yielding flesh. She felt each roll, each inch of her expanded waistline, and a rush of vulnerability enveloped her. The weight of the past months, the relentless pursuit of pleasure and indulgence, stared back at her from the glass. Was this really her? The athlete, the girl who'd once prided herself on her toned figure, seemed like a distant memory.

 

Time seemed to slow. The cheerful cacophony of the beach, the laughter and chatter of vacationers, faded into an indistinct murmur. All that existed was her reflection, a testament to a transformation she'd not fully confronted for weeks. With every passing second, the initial shock gave way to a dawning realization. She was genuinely fat.

 

Brittney's heart rate quickened, each beat echoing the growing unease and discomfort. The choices she'd made, the encouragement from Mike and Chloe, the freedom she'd felt, the monkey paw, all came into sharp focus. A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirled within her. Was this what she truly wanted? Did she even recognize herself anymore? What had happened to her?

 

Lost in her whirlwind, she barely registered Chloe's approach. Her roommate, with her athletic grace, stood in stark contrast to the reflection in the glass. Chloe's gaze flitted between Brittney's face and the mirrored image, a playful smirk emerging.

 

Brittney's voice, laced with a mix of amazement and horror, broke the silence: "Jesus Christ, I'm fat!"

 

Chloe's eyes twinkled mischievously. She looked Brittney up and down, a gleeful grin spreading across her face. "Well, duh," she started, her voice taunting, "someone's been enjoying herself quite a bit. You've completely turned around with this whole 'fat girl' thing"

 

Without waiting for a response, Chloe reached out and placed her hand under the round expanse of Brittney's belly. Brittney's eyes widened, her breath catching as Chloe's fingers delved into her soft flesh, giving it a teasing squeeze. The belly wobbled under the pressure, ripples moving across its surface, emphasizing its fullness.

 

"You're not just fat, Britt," Chloe whispered, leaning in, her voice a sultry tease. "You're obese. And so much fatter than I ever was. Look at you!" Her words were playful, but there was an underlying truth in them. The power dynamic had shifted drastically over the past months, and the role reversal was evident. Brittney was now she was the subject of her skinny friend's jibes, her body bearing the evidence of her indulgence.

 

The realization struck Brittney with full force. She felt exposed, vulnerable. The weight of Chloe's gaze, the intimate touch, the blatant acknowledgment of her size—all of it was overwhelming.

 

Brittney's heart raced, not just from embarrassment and shame but from arousal. Her cheeks flushed with warmth, and she bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the feelings bubbling up inside her.

 

The overt display of dominance, the sheer audacity of Chloe's actions, and the reminder of her own transformation stirred something within her. It was intoxicating. Every playful squeeze, every mocking word was like a spark, setting her nerves aflame with an exquisite blend of embarrassment and excitement.

 

Brittney swallowed hard, her voice coming out in a shaky whisper. "Chloe... I..."

 

But Chloe cut her off with a chuckle. "Relax, Britt. It's just a bit of fun," she teased, her eyes dancing. "Besides, it seems you're quite... enjoying the attention."

 

Brittney's face turned an even deeper shade of red, the combined feelings of arousal, shame, and vulnerability threatening to overpower her. She felt like she was on the verge of a precipice, caught between the past and the present, between the familiar and the unknown.

 

Chloe, still brimming with mischievous energy, pointed towards the throng of beachgoers nearby where a crowd had gathered around a speaker, dancing to the pulsating beats of music. "Come on, Britt. Why don't you go over there and show off those dance moves? I'm sure everyone would love to see you shake that massive body of yours."

 

Brittney hesitated, her gaze drifting to the crowd. She could see young, fit bodies moving rhythmically to the music, the sun casting a golden hue on their toned physiques. She felt the weight of her body keenly, the heft of her curves, the softness of her belly, and the tightness of her bikini against her ample flesh.

 

Chloe, noticing Brittney's reticence, leaned in close, her words coming out in a low, teasing drawl. "What's the matter? Scared to be the fattest girl on the beach, showing off? I mean, look around, Britt. I doubt any other girl here even comes close to your size." She laughed, the sound hearty and playful, but it cut deep.

 

Brittney's heart raced. Chloe's words, though delivered playfully, were laced with an undeniable truth. She probably was one of the biggest, if not the biggest girl on the beach. Yet, there was a part of her, a growing part, that found the prospect of being on display, of flaunting her body amidst the crowd, strangely alluring.

 

Chloe handed her another cold beer, winking. "Here, this might help loosen you up."

 

Brittney hesitated for a mere second before grabbing the beer, tilting her head back, and chugging it down. The cool liquid felt good, and as it coursed through her, the combined effects of the 🌿, the previous drinks, and now the beer made her feel light-headed, bold, and uncharacteristically audacious.

 

She handed the empty beer can back to Chloe, her voice defiant yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Fine, let's do this."

 

With that, Brittney, emboldened by the intoxicating mix of substances, arousal, and Chloe's teasing, made her way towards the dancing crowd.

[Chef Feeder]

Chapter 18 - Spring Break Pt. 2

Brittney, with yet another cold beer in hand, strutted alongside Chloe, the heavy mix of booze and marijuana making her steps heavy yet unapologetic. She felt every ounce of her voluptuous figure, every curve, every soft dimple, and rather than shying away from it, she reveled in the sensation.

Brittney felt a rush of anticipation as she spotted Mike. The way the sunlight caught the outline of his chiseled jaw and the casual confidence with which he held his ** gave him an almost cinematic allure. Chloe sensed the tension and, with a nudge, urged Brittney forward.

"Mike!" Brittney called out, a hint of nervous excitement in her voice.

Mike turned, and for a split second, his usually composed expression faltered. Surprise, recognition, and something deeper flashed across his face before he regained his smooth demeanor.

"Goddamn," he said, his voice dripping with charm. "You're turning heads today." He took a moment, letting his gaze wander over her overtly plump figure. "And for all the right reasons."

Brittney felt a heat rise to her chubby cheeks, her blush deepening. Was it the beer, the situation, or just Mike's presence? "Oh, stop it," she said, feigning modesty while soaking in the praise.

Brittney laughed, a hint giddy from the alcohol and the 🌿. She stumbled slightly as she threw her arms around Mike, her generous chest pressing into him. The music from the nearby speakers seemed to reverberate inside her head, making her more **. As she danced, there was a clumsiness to her movements, a lack of finesse she might have had if she were sober, but it only made her seem more genuine, more vulnerable.

Her fingers traced uncertain patterns on her soft belly, as if she were rediscovering it, over and over. Every brush sent little jolts of sensitivity through her, and while it felt pleasurable, it also made her feel self-conscious.

Suddenly, Brittney noticed Chloe had made her way onto a small stage in the crowd, dancing seductively with two other girls. The area seemed to exist as an ever-revolving stage for ** girls to show themselves off. Chloe caught Brittney's eye and beckoned her over. At first, Brittney was hesitant, but the crowd seemed to part for her as she swayed her way to the stage, her exposed belly jiggling enticingly with each step she took. She felt Mike's supportive squeeze on her hand, reassuring her, and she decided to throw caution to the wind.

With Mike, she felt protected, like she could let go. But when her gaze met Chloe's, who was dancing atop a table surrounded by two other women, she felt a twinge of unease. Chloe beckoned, and there was a teasing challenge in her eyes. Brittney hesitated, biting her lip, looking from Chloe to Mike.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she heaved herself up, aware of all the eyes on her. As she started to dance next to Chloe, she couldn't help but overhear whispers from the crowd. Comments about her size, her audacity to show off her voluptuous body so openly.

"Fuck she's huge!"

"Look at that ass..."

Brittney felt every eye on her, piercing through the haze of her drunkenness. The weight of their collective gaze was almost palpable. She could hear murmurs, sense subtle nudges and knowing glances exchanged between spectators.

For a moment, all she could think of was how she must look next to Chloe—this vision of traditional beauty. Her heart raced, not just from the dance but from the acute awareness of her own size. Every ripple of flesh, every jiggle felt magnified a hundredfold.

Never had she been so exposed, so on display for all to see. Yet, she found she enjoyed the attention, reveled in it. She danced until she was breathless, her body glistening with sweat under the warm sun. Despite her heavy breathing and flushed cheeks, she felt a thrill like never before, a high that no amount of 🌿 or alcohol could match. She was a fat girl on display.

When the tempo of the music picked up, she felt a thrill she couldn't resist. Her body seemed to have a will of its own, urging her to move in ways she hadn't dared before. She began to twerk, and as her enormous backside moved to the rhythm, cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd.

As she moved, her body responded with its own unique rhythm. Her belly jiggled seductively with each twist and turn, moving in waves as if it had a life of its own. The lower curve of her stomach rubbed against the denim of her shorts, creating a sensation that sent thrilling chills down her spine. It was a strangely sensual dance of skin against fabric, the friction making her shiver with delight.

Brittney twirled and shimmied, her very skimpy bikini top barely containing her ample breasts. The drunkenness from the non-stop drinking intensified her euphoria, turning the world into a haze of vibrant colors and pulsating music.

From the corner of her eye, Chloe watched as Brittney moved, her eyes taking in the sight of her obese roommate owning the stage. Chloe had grown increasingly fond of the sight of Brittney's expanding figure and the soft, generous flesh that jiggled with every step or sway. Her mind drifted off to the sight of Brittney seated in their dorm room, eating with reckless abandon, her lips smeared with food, and her chubby fingers reaching for more.

It had started as a bizarre development, something she couldn't quite comprehend. But over time, Chloe had found herself enabling Brittney's behavior, catering to her roommate's growing appetite. With every food run, Chloe found herself picking up larger portions, extra sides, and desserts she knew Brittney wouldn't be able to resist. It was as if she was compelled to assist in Brittney's growth, a transformation both of them found strangely alluring.

Yet, nestled deep within her, was a twinge of guilt. The monkey paw’s fourth wish had altered Brittney at her core. What should have been a weight of insecurity for Brittney turned into an embrace of self-indulgence and pleasure.

The truth was that Chloe found a perverse delight in this change. Every added pound, every new stretch mark, made her heart race in a way she couldn't explain. And the palpable pleasure that Brittney got from it only added to it all.

Was it right for her to feel this way? Was it fair to Brittney? Those questions nagged at her, yet every time she saw Brittney reveling in her new self, those concerns were drowned by a sea of intoxicating fascination. Her desires, inexplicable as they were, had a hold on her that she couldn’t deny.

Snapped back to the present by the exuberant energy around her, Chloe noticed Brittney descending the stage, a radiant aura enveloping her. As the party continued its wild dance, Chloe moved closer, her voice dripping with a mix of temptation and affection, “How about we fill up that belly of yours?”

A sudden spark lit up Brittney's glazed eyes at the suggestion, her slightly drunken grin broadening. The thought of gorging herself again sent a thrilling shiver through her. Brittney, filled with anticipation and a strange, almost carnal hunger, nodded enthusiastically.

Brittney looked over to Mike, trying to form the right words. "Mike, Chloe and I are... heading back to the Airbnb for a bit," she mumbled, her voice slightly shaky, the omission of her gluttonous intentions ringing loudly in her own ears.

Mike's eyes met hers, his usual warmth evident, but with a hint of concern. He gave her a reassuring nod, understanding the bond and trust that had formed between the two roommates over their shared adventure. "It's cool, babe. I'll chill here for a while longer," he said, his voice tinged with a note of reluctance to let her go.

As he pulled her into an embrace, Brittney could feel the unmistakable hardness pressing against her from his pants. Her risqué performance must have made an impact. The realization sent another jolt of pleasure and confidence coursing through her, momentarily drowning her doubts. The world seemed to blur as his lips met hers in a passionate, lingering kiss.

But the moment was all too fleeting. Chloe's impatient hand grabbed Brittney's wrist, pulling her out of Mike's embrace. The sharp tug grounded her back to reality, the anticipation of the feast ahead rekindling the fire in her belly. With one last longing glance back at Mike, Brittney allowed herself to be whisked away

The sounds of the beach party began to recede, replaced by the night's gentle hum. As Chloe's fingers intertwined with Brittney's, she started leading the way. The Airbnb wasn't too far, yet each step felt like a lifetime of anticipation.

Brittney, with her excessive weight, found it hard to keep pace. She could feel the weight of each step, the soft jiggle of her belly with every move. The path seemed more extended, more challenging.

"Mike... I should be with Mike," she murmured, both to herself and Chloe. The image of her boyfriend, standing tall with that radiant smile and his casual confidence, flashed in her mind. The way he looked at her, adored her even, was something she cherished.

Yet, here she was, being pulled into another world, another realm of pleasure. A world where her desires were inflamed not by love, but by the sheer thrill of surrender, of yielding to another's whims.

Chloe glanced back, her eyes dark with a mix of desire and control. "You're mine for now," she whispered, pulling Brittney closer. Brittney felt a tug on her hand as Chloe confidently led her away from the revelry. Every step towards the Airbnb seemed to echo in Brittney's head, her heart pounding in a rhythm of its own.

“God what am I doing?” She thought to herself. The thought hovered at the forefront of her mind. Mike, with his magnetic charisma and undeniable love for her, had been left behind. The image of him, surrounded by the crowd, played repeatedly in her mind. Yet here she was, being pulled in the opposite direction.

Chloe's grip was firm, almost possessive. There was an undeniable pull to Chloe, an allure that transcended mere physical attraction. With Mike, Brittney felt cherished, safe. The emotions were familiar, comforting, a cocoon of love. But with Chloe, the sensations were foreign, intense. There was a raw hunger, a potent desire that emanated from her, wrapping Brittney in a web of temptation.

The weight of her choices, her desires, and her rotund body struggling to keep up all conspired to make her increasingly scared, yet increasingly, inexplicably wet.

—————

As they approached the Airbnb, even before they reached the driveway, the rich, mouth-watering aroma of freshly prepared food hit Brittney's nostrils. The scent was so powerful and alluring that it made her stomach release a rumbling growl, echoing her growing anticipation.

Reaching the front door, Brittney's gaze dropped to the mountain of boxes piled there, each one stamped with the logo of a local eatery. The sheer number of packages would have been ample for a family of five, easily.

Chloe, a wicked gleam in her eye, leaned in close, her lips brushing the shell of Brittney's ear as she whispered, "I ordered all of this before we even left the beach." Her tone was dripping with mischief, and it sent shivers down Brittney's spine. It was evident that Chloe had meticulously orchestrated this evening, every detail planned out with a clear and devilish intention in mind.

However, what really sent her reeling was the change in Chloe. Here stood a woman exuding a commanding presence, a far stretch from the shy, overweight girl from before the monkey's paw. Chloe's voice took on a firm, almost authoritative tone, as she gestured to the couch. "Sit down, Brittney," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Brittney felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. This was new, this commanding, dominating version of Chloe, and Brittney found herself helplessly drawn to it. She obeyed without a second thought, her body moving of its own accord to sit down on the large couch.

Chloe moved quickly, placing plate after plate of the succulent food in front of Brittney. With each dish she set down, Chloe's excitement seemed to grow, her eyes alight with an almost feral hunger that mirrored Brittney's own.

"Dig in," Chloe commanded, watching Brittney with an expectant look on her face. Brittney picked up a fork, her stomach fluttering with excitement and anticipation. As she took the first bite, her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a small moan of pleasure. This was heaven.

Chloe watched as Brittney dove into the food with abandon, her own pleasure growing with each bite Brittney took.

"Good girl," Chloe murmured, smiling at the sight of her stuffed roommate.

Brittney was on her second helping of food by the time Chloe started to tease her. "Looks like someone's hungry," Chloe laughed, watching as Brittney devoured another gordita.

Brittney only responded with a cheeky grin, her mouth too full to reply. The teasing only added to her excitement, making the food taste even better. "You're just jealous because you can't keep up," she teased back, her voice slightly muffled by the food in her mouth.

Chloe laughed, shaking her head. "I couldn't even if I wanted to," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're more than twice my size."

At that, Brittney paused, a bit of food falling out of her mouth. She laughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You’re going to make me three times your size soon," she admitted, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment and excitement.

The teasing continued as Brittney kept eating, the two of them lost in their own world. By the time she was halfway through the endless pile of boxes, Chloe's teasing had taken on a more suggestive tone. "We should just toss the monkey paw," she suggested, her eyes on Brittney. "You could stay like this forever."

The words hit Brittney like a bolt of lightning, making her pause mid-bite. The thought was both exciting and terrifying, causing a mixture of emotions to flood through her. It was a wild, intoxicating thought. She swallowed the bite, a slow, deliberate action, her eyes wide and uncertain.

Brittney had barely made it to the side dishes when she felt herself beginning to falter. Her belly was stretched tight, uncomfortably full, and her eyes had lost some of their earlier eagerness.

"I can't finish..." she murmured, her hands coming up to rest against her belly. She groaned slightly, her eyes closing as she fought the feeling of discomfort.

Chloe, who had been watching her closely, seemed to take this as a challenge. "Oh yes, you can," she said, her tone suddenly firm. She cut a generous piece of a gordita wrap and held it up. "Open up."

Brittney eyed the slice warily, her mouth opening hesitantly. She squeaked in surprise as Chloe unceremoniously shoved the food in her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise.

As she chewed, she found her voice again. "I really do want to go back to being skinny you know," she mumbled through a mouthful, her voice unsure. “This is all only temporary.”

Chloe laughed at that, shaking her head. "I won't let that happen," she replied. "You're going to stay exactly as you are."

Brittney watched in a mix of surprise and arousal as Chloe stepped back, showing off her slender, athletic body. She was everything Brittney used to be, everything she thought she wanted to be again.

"Things are much better with you as the fat one," Chloe told her, her eyes roaming over Brittney's bloated form. "And you're only going to get fatter."

Chloe's words sent a shiver through Brittney, part fear, part excitement. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took another bite, her eyes locked on Chloe's. She wasn't sure if she wanted this, if she was ready to give up her old life for this new, bizarre pleasure.

"I... I can't..." she groaned, her hands cradling the firm expanse of her overstuffed belly.

Chloe's eyes narrowed slightly, the playful glint in them replaced by a hint of determination. "Yes, you can," she responded firmly, picking up the remainder of the wrap. "Open your mouth."

Brittney gave her an uncertain look but obediently opened her mouth. As the cake was unceremoniously thrust into her mouth, she gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.

Between mouthfuls, she managed to stammer, "I still want... to be... skinny."

Chloe chuckled, shaking her head as if she found the statement amusing. "No you don’t, and I can't allow that," she retorted. "Look at you, Brittney. This is who you are now. And I can tell you enjoy it."

As Chloe spoke, she reached out, her fingers finding the soft flesh of Brittney's belly. Her hand began to jiggle it, watching as the movement rippled across the expanse of her flesh. Her other hand grabbed at Brittney's thick thigh, pinching the soft, pudgy skin.

Brittney's face flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal flooding her senses. Chloe's words echoed in her mind, conflicting emotions wracking her body. Did she really want this? Or did she yearn to return to her former, slender self?

Feeling Chloe's firm hold on her plush flesh, the continued pressure of her teasing, and the insistence of consuming the remaining cake, Brittney began to push back more vehemently.

"No, Chloe... stop it..." she tried to protest.

But Chloe only responded with a chuckle as she took out an entire birthday cake, a certain sense of control coloring her tone. "Eat, Brittney. That's all you're good at now."

The words were harsh, yet they did something to Brittney - something she couldn't understand nor control. The teasing, the overeating, the growing submission - it all converged to an overpowering sensation that brought her over the edge.

As the climax washed over her, she leaned back, gasping for breath amidst the remnants of her feast. Her body felt heavy, bloated, and incredibly satisfied. The profound silence that followed Brittney's intense climax was palpable, only interrupted by an unmistakable creak.

The sound seemed to pierce through the dense atmosphere, jolting both of them to heightened alertness. Their heads whipped around simultaneously, eyes landing on the figure in the doorway.

Mike stood there, eyes wide and face pale, having clearly not expected the scene before him. The weight of his gaze shifted from the spread of demolished food, to the visibly overstuffed Brittney, her breathing heavy with a mix of satiation and arousal, and then to Chloe, an almost predatory aura emanating from her stance above her roommate.

The silence that followed was deafening, the tension palpable. Brittney's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, a potent mix of shame, embarrassment, and lingering arousal. Chloe, for her part, seemed momentarily at a loss, her usual composure slightly rattled.

Mike blinked, clearly processing the situation. The wheels in his mind turned rapidly, visibly struggling with the scene he had just stumbled upon. For a moment, he looked like he might speak, but no words came out. Instead, with a final, lingering glance at Brittney, he quickly pivoted on his heel and made a beeline for his room, the door slamming shut behind him.

The echoing slam of the door left Chloe and Brittney in a stunned silence.

[Matt L.]

Plus size kudos to you for delivering such an entertaining and impressive written story.   I admire how you describe Brittney and  can literally visualize her figure's portly composition.   Brittney feeling conflicted about her size is realistic, I would think getting this heavy after being slim, her behavior would be dictated by a negative change in her self-esteem.

Above average!

 

Matt

 

 

[Chef Feeder]

Chapter 19 - Spring Break Pt. 3

Brittney's eyes brimmed with tears, each droplet reflecting the raw emotions surging through her: shame, guilt, vulnerability. The thought of having lost Mike, of him being repelled by her current state, was too overwhelming to bear. The strong and confident facade she had built throughout the day crumbled in an instant.

 

"Hey, hey," Chloe cooed softly, kneeling down beside Brittney. She tenderly brushed a few strands of hair from Brittney's face, her thumb gently wiping away a tear. "Look at me. It's going to be okay."

 

Brittney's lip trembled, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think he hates me now?"

 

Chloe took a deep breath, hesitating for a brief moment before replying. "Mike loves you, Britt. Let me talk to him, okay?"

 

Brittney nodded weakly, attempting a small smile. Chloe gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before heading towards Mike's room.

 

Left alone, Brittney's gaze drifted down to her distended belly, now a testament to the excesses of the evening. She placed a trembling, chubby hand on it, feeling its warmth and fullness. Each heartbeat seemed to echo in the vast expanse of her stomach.

 

She thought back to all the moments she shared with Mike, their laughter, the gentle touches, the tender kisses. She couldn't fathom a life without him, and the thought of pushing him away due to her growing appetite and Chloe's influence weighed heavily on her heart.

 

The room seemed to close in on her, and a barrage of questions consumed her mind. Would Mike still want her after witnessing such a vulnerable moment? Was she losing herself? She wasn’t supposed to be like this, after all.

 

Deep in her introspection, the only sound that prevailed was the steady rhythm of her breathing and the distant muffled voices of Chloe and Mike from the adjacent room.

 

Brittney felt the weight of her decisions pressing down on her, both figuratively and literally. The couch seemed to envelop her as she sank into it, clutching her overfilled belly.

 

She tried to recall the lean, athletic figure she once had. The muscles that rippled under her skin every time she'd sprinted down the track, the stamina she had that let her outlast everyone else, the pride she'd felt every time she had crossed the finish line first. Now, just moving from one end of a room to another was an exhausting endeavor. Each step was punctuated by a soft jiggle, each breath a labor.

 

She missed the control she had over her body, the predictability of it. The way it responded, almost immediately, to the hours of training and the carefully measured meals. This? This was chaos. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own now, growing and expanding in ways she couldn’t fathom.

 

Tears began to stream down her face. The reality of her transformation weighed heavily on her, and the implications of what had transpired that night began to sink in. She remembered the original plan – a temporary change, just a month. But here she was, half a year later, and she felt trapped in this new form, unsure if she could ever get back to normal.

 

And amidst all the doubt, fear, and regret, a single thought kept gnawing at the back of her mind. It was a whisper, soft but insistent, "Did I do this to myself? Did I want this, even a little bit?" The maddening blend of pleasure and pain she felt, the twisted sense of satisfaction after each indulgence, the thrill she felt under Chloe's influence. All of it begged the question: was this change entirely unwelcome?

 

Drowning in the sea of her thoughts, she hardly noticed when Chloe returned to the living room, her expression unreadable, giving no clue as to what had transpired between her and Mike.

 

“What’d he say?”

 

Chloe shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Brittney's gaze. "I think you should ask him that yourself," she finally murmured.

 

As if on cue, the door to Mike's room opened slowly, revealing a clearly agitated but composed Mike. His eyes, usually warm and comforting, now seemed to be clouded with a mixture of concern and confusion. He paused for a moment, as if mustering up the courage, then approached the couch where Brittney lay.

 

The room was filled with tension, the palpable silence only interrupted by Brittney's labored breathing. Each second felt like an eternity as Mike drew nearer, his eyes locked onto hers.

 

"Do you love me?" His voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it cut through the silence like a blade.

 

Swallowing hard, with tears still shimmering in her eyes, Brittney replied, "Yes, Mike. I love you. More than anything."

 

Mike paused, taking a deep breath as if preparing himself for the next question. "But you... you love this, don't you?" He motioned vaguely towards her swollen figure, his voice a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

 

Brittney's heart raced. She was trapped between her feelings for Mike and the undeniable allure of the life she'd been living recently. Admitting it out loud felt like a betrayal, not only to Mike but to the athlete she once was. Yet, lying would be an even greater betrayal to herself.

 

She hesitated, her eyes darting between Mike and Chloe, as if searching for some kind of answer. "I... I don't know," she stammered.

 

Mike knelt beside her, gently placing a hand on her face, guiding her to look into his eyes. "Brittney," he whispered, "I need to know."

 

She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering herself. When she reopened them, there was a vulnerability there, a raw honesty. "Yes," she whispered back, her voice quivering, "I do. I can't explain it, but I do."

 

Mike's fingers brushed over Brittney's face, wiping away the tears. "Is this really what you want, Britt?" he asked, his voice low and filled with a quiet intensity.

 

Brittney looked at him, her emotions a whirlwind. "I don't know, Mike," she admitted, her voice breaking. "It's all so overwhelming. I never imagined feeling this way or living like this. But there's something about it..."

 

Without breaking eye contact, Mike reached for the hem of her pants, his touch gentle yet decisive. As he began to ease them off her hips, the cool air against her skin sent shivers up her spine. Slowly, he pulled the bikini bottoms down as well, exposing her fully to him.

 

Brittney's breath caught in her throat, her feelings of vulnerability intensifying under his unwavering gaze. Yet, beneath the vulnerability, there was a fire, a raw need and desire that she hadn't realized was burning so fiercely within her.

 

Mike leaned in closer, his voice a husky whisper in her ear. "I never considered how attractive this could be," he confessed. "I always loved you, regardless of your size, but seeing you like this... It made me realize something."

 

Brittney's heart raced, her eyes searching for answers. "What?" she asked, her voice trembling.

 

"That I obviously have a thing for bigger girls," he admitted with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "But more than that, I want to be there for you, support you. Feed you. If this is what you want, Brittney."

 

Brittney's breath hitched as Mike's fingers traced delicate patterns across her sensitive skin. The intimacy of the touch sent shockwaves throughout her body, making her writhe beneath him. As her thoughts were consumed by the sensations Mike was eliciting from her, she almost missed the quiet footfalls that approached.

 

Chloe, standing at a short distance, watched with a mixture of fascination and hunger. In her hands, she held a tub of Ben and Jerry's, the rich scent of the creamy dessert filling the air.

 

Brittney, realizing the scenario unfolding before her, felt a rush of emotions - shock, arousal, anxiety, and an undeniable excitement. The idea that Chloe might join in, turning their duo into a tantalizing trio, was both unexpected and thrilling.

 

"Come here," Mike's voice beckoned Chloe, its deep timbre dripping with anticipation.

 

Brittney looked between the two of them, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. This was new territory for her, uncharted waters that both frightened and lured her in equal measure.

 

As Chloe moved closer, Mike took the tub from her hands, dipping a finger into the cold, creamy substance before bringing it to Brittney's lips. Her tongue darted out, tasting the sweet flavor, the sensation heightened by the intense gaze of the two people she was now caught between.

 

Chloe, not to be left out, took a spoonful of the ice cream, tracing it along the curve of Brittney's stomach before feeding it to her. The cold of the ice cream contrasted sharply with the warmth of Chloe's touch.

 

The dim light of the room played across Brittney's face, her eyelids heavy with pleasure and intoxication. With every breath, every touch, she was swept up in a tidal wave of sensations, both familiar and new. The weight of her bloated stomach, the steady rhythm of Mike's caresses, and the continuous taste of rich ice cream melded into an overwhelming symphony.

 

"Come on, Britt," Chloe cooed, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "Just take another bite."

 

Brittney, her lips slick with melted ice cream, attempted to protest. "I can't... I'm so full," she murmured, her voice breathy.

 

But Chloe was persistent, her fingers tracing a line down Brittney's neck, over the expanse of her heaving chest, and resting on her distended belly. "You always want more, don't you? You're insatiable," Chloe whispered into her ear, her tone dripping with playful dominance.

 

Despite her protests, Brittney found herself opening her mouth for another spoonful, the cold sweetness contrasting with the heat building within her. The room was thick with tension, and every sound - the clink of the spoon, their combined breathing, the low moans - amplified the headiness of the moment.

 

As the intensity of the moment continued to rise, Brittney felt a profound yearning building inside her. The combination of Mike's handjob and Chloe's gentle yet persistent feeding created an overwhelming surge of desire. Her breath became shallow, her voice shaky. "Mike," she managed to whisper between gasping breaths, "please."

 

Mike's gaze met hers, their connection palpable. With a swift yet gentle motion, he shifted Brittney onto her side. The sensation of being moved, her overfilled stomach pressed against the soft couch, heightened her anticipation. As he positioned himself atop her enormous, tree trunk of a thigh and finally entered her, a sharp gasp escaped Brittney's lips.

 

Chloe seized the moment, bringing another spoonful of the decadent ice cream to Brittney's open lips. The contrasting sensations – the cold, sweet richness of the ice cream and the deep, rhythmic thrusts from Mike – became almost too much to handle. The boundaries of pleasure, indulgence, and intimacy became intertwined in a dance that none of them had anticipated.

 

Brittney's senses were overwhelmed. Each thrust caused her body to jiggle and wobble, sending ripples through her soft flesh. The sensation was amplified by the cooling trickle of melted ice cream that Chloe poured straight into Brittney's waiting mouth.

 

It spilled over, a mix of vanilla and chocolate cascading down her chin and settling onto her swollen breasts, each drop leaving a cold, tingling path in its wake.

 

"Like that?" Mike asked in a husky voice, his gaze locked onto hers, pupils dilated with desire.

 

Brittney, gasping for breath between spoonfuls of ice cream, felt a surge of both embarrassment and exhilaration. "Tell me," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Tell me what I am."

 

Mike, sensing what she needed, hesitated for only a moment before murmuring, "You're a hungry, fat cow, aren't you? Just look at you, gorging yourself."

 

Brittney shivered, not from the cold of the ice cream, but from the raw intensity of Mike's words. It was as if a secret part of her, one she barely acknowledged, was being laid bare. And rather than finding it repulsive, there was a strange, seductive thrill in the acknowledgment.

 

Chloe's teasing voice joined in, the edge of mischief evident, "She can't help herself, can she? So greedy, so needy. What a spoiled princess"

 

"You've put on quite some weight, haven't you?" he murmured, teasingly. "Do you think you're getting too fat?"

 

Chloe, watching the intimate act with a smirk, leaned in closer, her fingers grazing Brittney's cheek. "Oh, she's nowhere near fat enough," she countered, spooning another dollop of melting ice cream into Brittney's mouth.

 

The room was thick with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. To Brittney, every word was magnified, every touch more intense. She felt as if she was on display, the subject of their discussion and fantasies. Their words, spoken about her as though she wasn't present, amplified the eroticism of the moment.

 

The two continued their playful banter, discussing Brittney's expanding form, her insatiable appetite, and the endless possibilities of further indulgence. And while the words should have been degrading, they had the opposite effect on Brittney. Being objectified in this manner, reduced to nothing more than a vessel of pleasure and gluttony, it fueled a fire within her.

 

Chloe's grin widened, the mischievous glint in her eyes unmistakable as she brought the tub of melted ice cream to Brittney's lips. Holding her head back, Chloe slowly tilted the tub, allowing the viscous sweetness to pour out in a steady stream. Brittney choked briefly, unprepared for the sudden deluge, but then relaxed, letting the sugary cream flow down her throat.

 

As the coldness filled her, her already distended stomach felt tighter, more taut. Yet it still sagged heavily against the couch, an undeniable testament to her indulgence. Chloe's hands roamed freely over the expanse of softness, fingers sinking in, kneading and playing with the yielding flesh. "You really have outdone yourself, Britt," Chloe teased, her voice dripping with mock admiration. "So full and round. Just look at you!"

 

Caught in the heady whirlwind of sensation and emotion, Brittney let herself go. The combination of Mike's dominant tone and Chloe's playful taunts pushed her further into the depths of ecstasy.

 

The sensations coursing through her body were unlike anything she'd ever experienced. The combination of the physical pleasure, the taste of sweetness, and the verbal teasing was intoxicating. The culmination of all these sensations brought her to a breaking point, where desire and surrender became indistinguishable.

 

Mike's rhythm never faltered, each movement deliberate and perfectly timed to intensify the sensations coursing through Brittney. The combined stimulation – the coolness of the ice cream, Chloe's taunting words and hands on her belly, and Mike's passionate rhythm – were too much. It all culminated in an overwhelming climax that rocked Brittney's entire form, waves of pleasure radiating outwards from the epicenter of sensation.

 

Chloe leaned in, her lips brushing against Brittney's ear as she whispered, "Good piggy." The words, though playful, were laden with implications that sent another shiver down Brittney's spine. The duality of the situation, the pleasure and the humiliation, intertwined in a dance that left Brittney's heart racing.

 

Brittney felt the weight of her engorged belly pressing down on her, every part of her body throbbing from both the feeding and the climax. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between her current state and the memories of her former athletic self. The comparison was night and day, and she couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever see that toned figure in the mirror again.

 

Yet, the thoughts of returning to her old reality filled her with a deep-seated dread. She remembered the exhilarating highs of her athletic achievements, but also the constant pressure to maintain that body, that image. The freedom she felt now, indulging without care, had an allure that she couldn't deny. But at what cost? She looked down, seeing her body stretched and marked from her excesses.

 

The realization that Mike was still in the room brought her back to the present. Their relationship had always been rooted in mutual admiration and respect. But she couldn't help but wonder how he truly felt about this transformed version of her. Would he still exist as part of her life if she chose to revert to her old self? Or was this indulgent, plump version of her the only way to hold on to him?

 

And then there was Chloe, with her sly smirks and teasing. She was both the catalyst and the accomplice in this journey, pushing and prodding Brittney down this path. Brittney couldn't help but feel a growing dependence on Chloe, who in turn had taken over Brittney's old lifestyle.

 

She felt her eyelids growing heavy as the food coma set in, a soft groan escaping her lips as she sank further into the plush couch. Amidst the lingering haze of pleasure and satiety, she thought about the monkey paw - its three wishes, two of which had completely changed her life.

 

And now, with the potential of the paw sealing her fate forever, she found herself torn. Could she truly imagine a life of eternal indulgence, a never-ending cycle of food and pleasure?

 

The thought both frightened and excited her, yet she was too tired to delve deeper into it. With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes.