Sprial (WG, multi-part)

[Lovefatties2]

Hi there! Long time lurker, first time poster. I've been writing a fun little weight gain story and wanted to share with y'all. I'll be posting the chapters as I update them on my DeviantArt as well as in this thread. This is my first time posting any kind of erotica, so please let me know how you like it!

Chapter 1

Sophie wanders into the non-descript spiritualist store in the strip mall not far from her house. She calmly peruses the aisles of crystal and idols, stopping in front of the incense section. She sniffs some of the nag champa and jasmine they have on display, the earthy tones soothing her even when unlit. She makes her selections, but on her way to check out, her eyes catch a strange idol on the shelf nearby. The idol is around five inches in height, is of a clay-like color and looks like a portly woman, with a big belly, large breasts and a pear shaped figure. Sophie’s first thoughts are of the Venus of Willendorf, a Stone Age idol of similar appearance. She feels a strange, almost intoxicating pull to the idol.

 

She comes to the front of the line, placing her items down. “Excuse me,” she addresses the cashier, “but could you tell me anything about this figurine?”

 

“Mmm,” the elderly cashier glances over her glasses before scanning the barcode on the underside of the base. “No, sorry honey. I’m not too familiar with this one. But you know, what’s important about these figures is what they mean to you.” She wraps the idol delicately in waxy paper before scanning the incense Sophie laid on the table. “Perhaps it represents… divine femininity? It’s up to you to decide.”

 

When she gets to her apartment, Sophie kicks off her jeans and throws her hoodie to the side. Living alone certainly has its perks. She carefully unwraps the idol from its packaging. Inspecting it she can tell it’s of modern make, but she can’t identify the material it’s made of. Its face and head is covered in subtle dimples, covering its face. Faint outlines of arms rest on the figure's chest, above her breasts. The idol has a base, seemingly made of wood, depicting a dark spiral leading to the idol's feet. 

 

“What’s your secret, little lady?” Sophie jokingly asks the figurine, still feeling a weak magnetic pull to it. The figurine, predictably, doesn’t respond; its faceless visage stares back at Sophie. Satisfied, she puts the figurine on her dresser in front of her bed alongside the incense burner, her bong and an assortment of beauty products. 

 

Sophie glances at herself in the mirror, wearing just her panties and a tank top. Her brown skin contrasts well with her gray panties. Her black hair is done up in a high bun, and the top half of her right arm is adorned by an intricate and delicate geometric tattoo. Her top clings tight to her, showing off the little belly roll that has started to form. “Damn,” Sophie muses. “Looks like I need to hit the gym tomorrow. Then again,” she says, twisting a bit so she sees her bottom, “I am liking how that cushioning is settling back there…” Her pear shaped form led to most of her weight settling on her butt and thighs. Sophie last weighed in at 160 pounds around two months ago, but she feels like she put on a few since then.

 

Some time passes before Sophie feels hungry for dinner. She opens up her delivery app and sees she’s got a coupon for her favorite pizzeria - twenty-five percent off if she spends above 30 dollars. She loads up her cart with a medium pepperoni pizza, twelve teriyaki wings and throws in some garlic knots just to hit the threshold. After placing her order, she lazily hits her bong while watching tv. She feels her hunger intensify as she waits and smokes more. 

 

After fifteen minutes, her food arrives. Rising from her bed, she makes the short journey through her bedroom and then living room to the door. After checking the delivery guy left the food on the floor, she opens the door, picks up the food and returns to bed. As she eats the food, she can’t help but feel like it tastes better than the last time she had it. The cheese on her pizza is stretchy and the dough is crisp. It cracks satisfyingly with every bite she takes. Sophie grabs a wing and sinks her teeth into it, tasting the salty sweetness of the teriyaki sauce. Even the garlic knots, which frankly she didn’t even really want, taste amazing when dipped into the tomato sauce that it came with. 

 

Before long, Sophie has eaten every bite before her. She lets out a small burp, covering her mouth and trying to silence it despite being home alone. “Whew, fuck, that was good,” she mumbles to herself, “I’m stuffed…” She gets up, throws out her trash, and settles back into the bed, continuing her tv show. The rest of her night is uneventful - she continues to watch her show, has two beers and brushes her teeth. She tucks herself into bed and drifts off. 

 

At some point in the night, Sophie tastes something. It’s like honey, she notes, her hypnagogic state easing her. “Sweet, but… thick. Sticky. It tastes how the color gold looks…” The dream starts to take clearer form. She can feel the sensation of this taste entering her mouth. Sophie can’t determine if the flow is pulled downward into her mouth by gravity or if there’s some form of pressure pushing it into her mouth. But she now can tell the substance has filled her mouth. She feels herself swallowing. Every gentle swallow she takes is instantly refilled by the same golden taste. She can feel herself growing heavy, the room starts to spin, and she thinks she’s being pulled downwards, almost in a spiral…

 

She wakes up the next morning, slowly rising in her bed. She looks around her bedroom and sees everything is still where she left it - her bong, the figurine, her curtains slightly drawn open, letting in the morning light. Sophie sighs in relief, shakes it off, and swings her legs under her to stand up. Usually when she dreams she forgets about it quickly, but it’s all Sophie can think about as she makes her coffee, eggs and toast. 

 

Sitting down at her small dinner table, she tries to shift her attention elsewhere and picks up her phone. As she’s scrolling through social media, she gets a push notification from DeliverEats stating her $100 coupon has been redeemed. “This has to be some weird glitch…” Sophie thinks to herself, “I didn’t redeem any coupons.” But lo and behold when she opens the app she sees that $100 has indeed been added to her balance. 

 

“Well, I guess there’s only one way to test that.” She tabs the app to a bakery and peruses their menu. She picks out a cinnamon sugar donut, but gets an error stating the minimum size she can get is a box of six donuts. She huffs a bit and relents, placing an order for six. The order clears the checkout, and she’s greeted with the familiar confirmation and ETA screen. 

“So fucking weird,” she thinks as she sips her coffee.

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Chapter 2

And it only got weirder from there. 

 

Sophie got another coupon redeemed every day at 9am like clockwork. And she couldn’t let that money go to waste. Having an extra hundred dollars is hardly a bad thing, but when it’s restricted to just takeout delivery, Sophie couldn’t resist. She started ordering takeout about three times a day every day, getting burgers, Chinese food, pizza, tacos, wings, cake… anything Sophie’s heart could desire. That didn’t stop her from grocery shopping-  she picked up her favorite snacks and treats with the extra money she saved through the coupons. Sophie also noticed her sense of taste being different, almost amplified. She recalls flavors being more intense, the mouthfeel of foods being more pleasurable, the act of eating more fun and exciting.

 

It didn’t help that Sophie worked from home, rarely going to the office. She didn’t have to squeeze into uncomfortable office wear, opting for sweatpants, harem pants, and loose oversized t-shirts. Her walking patterns were restricted to her small apartment, in between her front door, her bed and her desk. For most of the workday she was sitting at her desk, writing boring HR emails and chat messages for hours at a time, snacks and treats conveniently nearby. And once work ended, she’d smoke and eat absent mindedly until she went to bed. 

 

The dreams persisted. While the gold honey dream didn’t occur every night, Sophie noticed the dream was becoming more vivid and lucid with every iteration. She would wake up craving that thick honey fluid and her hunger burning brightly. Bordering between night terror and wet dream, Sophie was uncertain how to handle these strange thoughts. 

 

Things came to a head one Saturday several weeks after getting the Venus figurine. Sophie had the dream again last night, and woke up to another hundred dollars being added to her DeliverEats account. She wakes and bakes, hitting her bong and getting a heady high while she waits for her pancakes, bacon and hashbrowns to arrive. Once it does, she sits at her dinner table, wearing just a robe, and lazily eats her breakfast.  

 

It’s a hefty, delicious breakfast, but Sophie still isn’t satisfied. Her belly groans in protest, as if begging for more. “God… that should’ve been enough…” Sophie thinks to herself. “The fuck has gotten into me?” She rises from her table, going to her bathroom. While washing her hands, she glances at herself and feels like she got a bit wider. 

 

Taking off her robe only confirms this. She stands naked before her full mirror. Her breasts have swelled up mildly. They received the least amount of extra weight but are a bit fluffier than she last remembered. Her belly has swollen up, expanding from the small pinch of fat earlier to two handfuls of weighty flesh. Sophie turns to her side, confirming it juts out enough to create a slight overhang of fat dangling to her pubic area. While she’s looking at her profile, she sees her arms are fluffier and look like a drumstick. Her bottom has grown as well; turning her back to the mirror and looking over her shoulder confirms it’s grown both wider and jigglier. 

 

With a nervous sigh, she glances at her scale. She already knows she’s gained too much. But does she want to put a number to it? Sophie swallows her pride and steps on it. She bends forward slightly and reads the number: 206 pounds. 

 

“No fucking way…” Sophie sighs, looking at herself in the mirror. A wave of emotions sweeps her up: anger and self-deprecation for letting herself go like this, shame when she considers how her friends and family will react, disgust that she had a big breakfast when she’s already this fat. But despite this, there’s a weird, comforting emotion that she struggles to identify. Something radiant and warm, reassuring and comforting that puts her at ease…

 

Sophie tries to shake that emotion off. “This is all wrong,” she internalizes, “Ok- think about this logically. Something has to have changed this past month to where I’ve gained 30 pounds… actually, 30 pounds is a conservative guess at this point.” She grips her belly’s roll, noting how it didn’t use to dangle like this. “Alright, ok- Focus. Deep breath. What’s changed?  

 

“Well, the DeliverEats coupons are a big reason.” She thinks, “it doesn’t help that I get takeout a few times a day for practically nothing. And my appetite has gone up, too. I’m not smoking more, but my munchies are more intense… I feel like that’s just because I’ve gotten hungrier…

 

“People don’t just get hungrier for days on end for no reason. I’d hazard to guess I was pregnant, but I haven’t had sex for a few months, so it’s definitely not that. 

 

“And those dreams… what’s going on there? What could be making me dream of that… honey? No, it’s not honey. Something is prompting those dreams, but… what? What could be making me dream and feel like this?”

 

She ties her robe back on, feeling embarrassed and wanting to cover up. “This is beyond logic. There’s nothing out there that can make me eat like a pig and dream of drinking gold.” As she walks out of her bathroom, her eyes catch on the Venus figurine. “No… it can’t be…” she internally reassures herself. “That’s not possible.” Sophie gingerly picks up the figurine, almost as if she was scared it would move and jump out at her. “It’s just a statue made of… clay?

 

“Fuck it, a lead is a lead.” She glances at her desk, her dual monitors dim and inactive. “I’ve got to dig deeper.” She puts the figurine on the desk, pushes the box of donuts off to the side and turns on her computer. The powerful desktop spins to life and quickly boots. She pulls up her browser. 

 

“Alright, let’s start with Venus of Willendorf,” Sophie muses, typing the string into her search bar. She doesn’t learn anything new- the pages she browsed go over theories of how the figurine is a fertility goddess, or how it’s a woman’s self portrait from her own point of view, looking down at her pregnant body. 

 

She reaches for a donut and searches magic statues next. Nothing but irrelevant Etsy links and Amazon products. Then statues that make you fat. No relevant results. Then, she hits fat goddess. That search reveals a ton of porn. She knows these results aren’t relevant, but curiosity gets the better of her. As she takes another big bite of her donut, she can’t help but click in there to see what’s going on. 

 

Sophie tabs a few videos. Some videos are twerk vids, vanilla sex -  nothing she hasn’t seen before. But Sophie keeps digging, not really sure what she’ll find. Eventually, she gets to a video of a woman eating a pizza in lingerie. Sophie’s eyes are glued to the video as she watches intently. The woman talks playfully to the viewer: “oh, you like it when I pig out like this, huh?” The woman takes a big bite of the pizza, her face close to the camera. 

 

Sophie feels swept up and senses a flush rising on her face. She drags the video to her other monitor. She finishes her donut and keeps tabbing through other videos while the pizza video plays, going deeper down the feederism rabbit hole. She’d probably heard of it once and kept it in the back of her mind, but now that it was all in front of her, and she couldn’t look away.  

 

She puts on another video at the same time- this one a funnel feeding vid. A portly woman with a fat belly sits under a beer bong as someone off screen pours a vial of thick chocolate liquid into the funnel, down a hose and into the woman’s mouth. 

 

“It’s- it’s like those dreams…” Sophie realizes, her cheeks flushed and her hand drifting under her robe. “Sure, it’s not the same, but the way it flows into her mouth, down her throat…” she lightly grazes her folds and feels she’s already wet. “Oh fuck…” Sophie’s eyes bounce between the two videos as she slowly massages her clit, arousal building and inhibitions falling away. Her free hand moves to the box and retrieves another donut. She eats it almost unconsciously, fully focused on the videos.

 

Sophie is captivated for the next few minutes, softly rubbing herself while ‘researching’. The woman in the funnel video rubs her belly, still chugging the liquid. Sophie opens her robe and does the same with her free hand. “God, I just love being this fat…” the woman in the pizza video says. Sophie looks down at her body now- how her belly slightly jiggles, how her bottom squishes out on the chair below her, how thick her thighs have gotten. Sophie feels herself getting closer to cumming with every second. “Don’t you wish you could jiggle this big belly?”

 

Sophie looks at her own belly, her free hand gripping it. “Oh, fuck. I’ve got a belly now. It’s so fucking plump… so fat… I- I’m getting fat… oh god- fuck!” Sophie arches her back, her desk chair reclining as she is thrown into an orgasm. A light whimper comes from her mouth and is quickly silenced. Sophie sits up in her chair and sees the videos she’s watching in a new light. Confused and concerned, she closes the browser tabs, leaving her staring at her desktop background. Her gaze returns to the figurine, which had been sitting on the desk before her this whole time. 

 

“The fuck is wrong with me?” Sophie asks in a mixture of disgust and excitement. Her mind is a whirlwind, bouncing between different thoughts and emotions. She sighs. “I’ve got to get out of this house.”

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Chapter 3

The alcohol didn’t soothe Sophie’s nerves too much. She was at a nearby pub, sitting at the bar, three beers and a shot in. With the added weight, Sophie felt like her alcohol tolerance was raised. She also felt the plate of wings and fries she ate when she got here absorbed some of that alcohol. 

 

She watches the door while sipping on her pint, already halfway done with it. Finally, the woman she was here to meet came through the door. It was her college friend Skyler. She scanned around the restaurant for Sophie, eventually locating her and maneuvering around the half-crowded bar to her. Almost as if she could feel her friend’s stress and anxiety, Skyler wraps her arms around Sophie and hugs her. She was always a bigger girl, likely cresting above 200 pounds, but Sophie was never able to confirm that. But now, as they hug and Sophie feels her own belly squish against Skyler’s, she feels like she is in the same weight class as the ‘fat friend’ of her college group. 

 

“Hey girl!” she exclaims, “Good to see you again! You look healthy.”

 

Sophie realizes that Skyler is likely referring to her recent gain. She looks down briefly after the hug breaks, “Thanks, Sky. You too.”

 

The bartender comes to Skyler now. “Hi there, thanks. Could I have a draft Pacifico, and eighteen buffalo wings? I’ll share some with my friend here.”

 

“Oh, no Skyler, I already-“ 

 

“Sophie, don’t worry. Eat what you want, I’ll take the rest home.” Skyler cuts her off confidently. The beer is brought to Skyler a few moments later. She takes a long sip, savoring the flavor. “So, how are you really, Sophie? Something’s on your mind.”

 

Sophie sighs, her shoulders slumping as she leans her elbows on the bar and drinks more of her beer. “Well, this has been a… weird month, I guess.” She holds back, wanting to spill all the details about the figurine, her dreams, the DeliverEats coupons. But for now, she just takes another sip. 

 

“Good kind of weird, or bad kind of weird?”

 

Sophie’s gut reaction is to say a bad kind of weird. “I'm not sure yet…” Sophie responds. 

 

“You’ve got to give me some more details, girl,” Skyler responds. “You’ve got a lot on your chest, I can tell. Spill it. You got a new man and then lost him or something?”

 

Sophie chuckles. “No, I wish. Nah, it’s not that. Skyler… I don’t know if you could tell but… I’ve put on some weight.”

 

Skyler looks at Sophie dumbfounded. “Really? That’s what’s got you all tied up?”

 

“Yeah! Look at me! I’m like, a fucking whale now. I weighed myself earlier today, and I weigh 206 pounds! That’s my heaviest - ever. I’ve got this big jiggly belly, and my ass is huge now” Sophie feels a wave of arousal as she says this and hopes it’s not visible on her face. 

 

Skyler laughs and takes another sip. “So what? You know thick is in as of late.”  The wings arrive and she grabs onto a drumstick, ripping into it with her teeth. “Everyone wants a fat ass and big ol’ titties. What they don’t realize is that the belly comes with that. It’s a package deal. And trust me, guys like a bit of belly more than you’d think.”

 

Skyler’s words are slightly reassuring to Sophie. “Well, yeah, but- it all happened so fast.”

 

“Hmm. I get why that may be concerning. What else are you noticing? Increased appetite? Morning sickness?” Skyler lets out an exaggerated gasp, “ohmigod, are you pregnant?”

 

“No, I’m not fucking pregnant!” Sophie giggles, reaching for a wing and sinking her teeth into it. “I haven’t had any dick for the past few months. And I’m pretty sure this isn’t a Second Coming kind of deal.”

 

A soft chuckle escapes Skyler’s full mouth. “Well, I guess we can rule out divine intervention. Anything come to mind as to why this may be happening?”

 

Sophie takes a deep breath, bracing for what’s next. She looks over with shy eyes. “Promise you won’t… think I’m crazy.” 

 

“Girl, you are crazy,” Skyler jokes. “I kid. What do you have to say?”

 

“Well, there’s some things happening that I can’t quite explain.” She pulls out her phone, opening DeliverEats and tabbing to the History section. “See? I’ve been getting a coupon every day for the past month or so. Every morning, I get 100$ redeemed in my account.”
 

“Hmm, you’ve been putting that money to good use,” Skyler chuckles. Sophie realizes that the History tab also showed off her orders for the past few days, revealing to Skyler how much she’s really been eating. 

 

Sophie places her phone face down on the table, her face flushing red. “And honestly? That’s not even the strangest thing, Sky. I- I’ve been having the weirdest dreams.”

 

“Go on,” Skyler turns her body on the barstool to face Sophie more directly, her body language becoming more concerned , “are these, like, nightmares?”

 

“Well, no. Not really.” Sophie takes another deep breath, knowing that she’ll feel better once this is off her chest, but dreading the reveal. She holds her gaze on the beer she clutches in both hands. “So, I wake up in this dream… no, I guess there’s a point where I become more lucid. I don’t really remember seeing much, it’s more of a feeling. There’s my body, and I feel a golden energy enter my mouth. I can see it too. I don’t eat it, I don’t drink it, it’s something else. But I open up my mouth and it goes down my throat…  And god… it tastes good…”

 

Sophie looks back over at Skyler. There’s not an ounce of judgment on her face. Sophie exhales in relief. 

 

“Hmmm, that’s weird.” Skyler puts down a finished wing and reaches for another one. “When you have this dream, how do you feel?”

 

“Relaxed,” Sophie responds reflexively. “At ease, and uh… hungry.” Sophie intentionally left out ‘aroused’ in this list, and reaches for another wing.

 

“Well, I’m no dream reader. But consider the symbolism here. The dream involves you consuming this substance, and you’re not just eating. You’re not grabbing it and putting it into your mouth, it’s feeding you… or something is feeding you…” If you’re having this dream consistently, then there must be some sort of cause. I doubt your brain would just randomly switch up and make these kinds of connections… has anything changed in your life recently? Other than the weight gain.”

The answer was obvious to Sophie - the idol. But blaming the idol for the coupons, for the dreams, for her weight gain - this was easy to do in her head. But to actually tell another person this was the case, to declare an inanimate object as the reason why she’s spiraling so quickly, felt like a bridge too far for Sophie.

 

“No, I can’t think of anything else,” Sophie lies, sipping her beer. 

 

Skyler shrugs. “Fair. Honestly? Don’t worry about it too much, Soph. People change. They lose weight, they gain weight… life happens.” She takes a sip. “In my opinion, just keep living life. Don’t be too hard on yourself for the weight gain, and don’t dread these dreams. Just… try to take life in stride.”

 

Sophie is comforted by this. She grins and finishes her beer. They drink for another hour, finishing the wings and knocking back a few more pints each. Sophie‘s worries fall to the background as this goes on. Finally, slowly walking out of the pub at closing time, Sophie hugs her friend in the cool midnight air. 

 

“I’ll see you later, Sky. Thanks for dropping by.”

 

“Anytime,” she replies, pulling back. “Just give me a call if you need anything else.”

 

That night, Sophie had a wholly different dream. She’s in an empty void, neither bright white nor dark black, standing before the figurine. It looks to be six feet tall, and stands over Sophie by a few inches. She approaches the Venus statue carelessly, feeling her feet against the smooth floor, her subconscious fear being overridden by something other than just herself. 

 

“Hello?” Sophie addresses the statue, standing before it. “Can you hear me?”

 

The statue doesn’t respond. 

 

Sophie looks around, feeling frustrated. “Alright, give me the quiet treatment, then. It’s not like you’re real or anything like that.” She approaches it closer, taunting the statue. “You’re just a little figurine I bought on a whim for fifteen bucks. You’re probably some plastic, mass produced trash, destined for the landfill in a few years. You hold as much power over me as my toothbrush.”

 

A deep bassy chime, like a massive gong, rings out. Sophie feels the vibration in her chest. The space behind the figure starts to shimmer like heat off of a hot pan. It forms behind the statue like a mandala, sliding and gliding with defined but ever changing form. Sophie is filled with a sense of reverent awe, as if she were face to face with something far greater than her. She steels her nerves. “What exactly are you?”

 

A pause, and then a response. “There is no word for what I am in English.” The voice is feminine; powerful but not wrathful. 

 

The statue didn’t move; part of Sophie felt terrified, but having a dialog with whatever the statue helped her push that thought to the side. “Alright. Are you a spirit? A ghost? A god?”

 

“Somewhere close to there.” It responds. 

 

“Well, what’s your name then?”

 

“I have many names. What do you think my name is? What do you think I am?” 

 

“Well, I’ve been comparing you to the prehistoric Venus figurines-”

 

The figure cuts her off. “Then call me Venus.”

 

Sophie nods her head, feeling a bit better. “Well, I’m glad to put a name to you…”. She swallows and readies herself to ask a question she thinks she knows the answer to, but is fearful of how the statue will answer. “What do you want?”

 

“To be praised.”

 

Sophie nods. “And I can guess how you like to be praised… it involves me eating a lot of food and getting fat, doesn’t it?” 

 

“You learn quickly.”

 

“And if I praise you, what do I get in return?”

 

“Gifts. Love. Pleasure. Prosperity.”

 

“If you want my praise, it’ll take more than just a few DeliverEats gift cards,” Sophie responds. She cringes a bit, knowing she shouldn’t toy with whatever this is. 

 

Despite the statue not having a face, Sophie could feel the statue crack a sly grin. A deep rumble starts, and the shimmering intensifies behind Venus, passing over and overwhelming Sophie. Venus gives Sophie a simple command: “Check your mail.”

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Chapter 4

Sophie shoots up in bed. Her breath is rapid, a cold sweat on her brow. Her eyes dart around the room and she sees she’s in her bedroom, nestled in comfy blankets, the midday sun shining through. She takes a sigh of relief, her heart rate returning to baseline, and then she looks at the figurine. Sophie throws the blanket off of her and hops into some sweatpants and a t-shirt. She walks down to the communal mailboxes of her apartment and checks her mail. There’s the standard fair- bills, gaudy promotions and catalogs, but amongst the junk is a plain, unaddressed manilla envelope.

 

Now seated at her dinner table, Sophie stares at the envelope with anxiety. She felt like she may have crossed the Venus entity with her insolence, perhaps there’s a punishment of some form in there. But then again, the spirit hasn’t hurt her, unless you count manipulating her to gain weight.

 

“Fuck it”, Sophie concludes, ripping the envelope open. She slides the contents on her table: a folded letter and a bundle of cash. She examines the cash and sees the binding on it indicates it’s worth ten thousand dollars. Sophie’s jaw nearly hits the dining table. Still in shock, she reaches for the letter and folds it open. It reads:

 

Sophie,

 

It’s good that we were finally able to talk last night. I hope showing up in the way I did wasn’t too off putting. I wanted to demonstrate some good will on my part with a little gift. I’ll send you another lump sum next month. This should be more than enough to cover your rent and any other expenses. I wasn’t exaggerating when I told you what I could do for you. 

 

Now you know what you have to do for me.

 

Sophie puts down the note and looks over the hundred dollar bills yet again, trying to scan it for any signs of forgery. She relents after a few minutes, not catching any signs and concluding it’s real. She turns the last line of Venus’ letter in her head over and over again. 

 

“I know what I have to do,” she breathes, rising from her chair. She goes to her bedroom, picking up the figurine, her hands trembling slightly. It’s strange how something so powerful would appear in such a form- small, light, immobile. Just yesterday, Sophie was afraid of the figurine and what it meant. But now, after her conversation with it and the gift in her mail this morning, she realizes that the spirit wants Sophie to have fun too. She brings it close to her face, pressing her forehead against its head. “I know what you want me to do.”

 

She sets down the figurine and rushes out of the door as quickly as her heavier body allows. She gets into her car and drives off to a familiar smoke shop. Upon entering, she beelines to the back of the store, locating the more erotic offerings, and locates what she came for- a beer bong. She grabs the biggest package and examines it. The setup has a transparent bucket with a gallon capacity. The tube is three feet long, with a shutoff valve at the mouthpiece that will stop the flow if need be. It comes with a sturdy metal stand. The tube is removable and the whole setup is dishwasher safe. She slams it on the counter, startling the young cashier, pays with the cash, and hustles out the door. 

 

In the parking lot, she pulls up DeliverEats with an excited tremble in her fingers. She pulls up a burger place and puts in an order for a double cheeseburger and medium fries. But the real coup de resistance is the large chocolate milkshake. She hits the Order button and starts driving. A rush of excitement hits Sophie as she reverses out of her spot and puts her car into drive, as if she were racing the delivery driver home. But this excitement pales in comparison to the fun she’ll have eating all of this. 

 

She beats the delivery guy there, leaving just a few minutes of time to set up. Sophie excitedly rips the packaging open like a Christmas present and starts assembling everything as quickly as possible. She pushes her couch a bit off the wall, placing the stand behind it and pushing the couch right back into position. The tube dangles along the back cushions, making grabbing the tube and drinking from it as difficult as lifting her arm. 

 

On cue, her food arrives. Sophie takes the bag from the delivery driver and shuts the door behind her. “No time for anything fancy,” she thinks, throwing off her shirt and kicking off her sweatpants. Wearing her bra and panties, she reaches for the milkshake, dumping it’s contents into the funnel’s reservoir. “Hmm, looks a bit too thick…” she thinks, walking to her fridge and adding a bit of whole milk to the milkshake. She stirs the thinner mixture with her finger and pops it in her mouth. Sophie lets out a short groan of appreciation- “fuck, that’s good”. Everything is in place, except one final thing.

 

Sophie waltzes into her bedroom, stopping directly before the figurine. She has a cocky smirk on her face as she places a hand on her plush hips, her fingers slightly dimpling the fat. She may be at Venus’ mercy in her dreams, but right now she’s in total control. Picking up the idol, she runs her index finger along the length of it, from its face past its belly, Sophie remarks, “Well, hello there, Miss Venus. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” She walks back to her living room, the idol still in her hands. “I just wanted to let you know I received your little gift. And your message? Loud and clear…'' She sets the idol down on the coffee table in front of her spot on the couch. Sophie spreads a soft blanket on the seat of her couch and takes a seat before the idol. 

 

“I get what you want. Love, admiration, praise, worship,” Sophie’s voice grows more sultry with every word as she unwraps her burger. She takes a thick bite of it, chews and swallows it, before resting the burger on her plump thigh and reaching for the funnel’s hose, “I hope this fits the bill…” Sophie puts the tube in her mouth and kicks off the flow. The milkshake instantly floods her mouth, and she takes small gulps. The volume she drinks is instantly replaced, forcing her to breathe through her nose. Once she gets past the initial shock and gets comfortable, she redirects her eyes to the idol, seeking its approval. Slowly, she reaches behind her back, unlatching her bra. The band snaps forward, the tension released, and she pushes her shoulders slightly forward, letting it slide off of her arms and hit the floor.

 

After a moment, she shuts off the flow of the shake and swallows the remains of the fluid in her mouth. Once that’s done, she pulls the tube from her mouth and gasps for air like she had just surfaced from underwater. “Oh, fuck,” she pants. “It may not be as tasty as that honey shit from my dreams, but damn, this is fun…” She bites into her burger ravenously, grabbing her fries and shoving them into her mouth too. She feels something egging her on, encouraging her. She eats and eats, taking big greedy bites. Before she knows it, she’s on the last handful of fries and a few more bites of her burger. She finishes them both within the minute, feeling proud of her gluttonous achievement.

 

Now, all that’s left is the milkshake. Sophie picks up the tube again and guides it to her mouth, resuming the flow. She leans back on the couch, feeling her stomach filling even more and her belly growing heavier and tighter. Her gaze returns to the figurine. Unmoving, static, but still encouraging her. She dances her hands around her body, her left hand gripping her plump breast while her right holds the roll of her belly as it rests on her lap. After a few minutes of unrelenting consumption, Sophie hears the hollow noise of the reservoir above her. She lets the tube drop from her mouth, the reservoir totally spent, and lets out a loud burp that echoes through her apartment. “Oh fuck,” she moans, rubbing her packed belly, “did you like that? I hope so, because that was hard. I can’t believe eating can be so… exhausting… oh, fuck I feel so fucking fat…”

 

The statue doesn’t respond. Sophie sits up taking  deep breaths, feeling a sense of achievement that her meal is over. As she’s about to rise, she senses a sharp zip somewhere near her stomach. Slowly, a warm sensation spreads from her belly button over her body, alleviating some of the pressure in her belly. Somehow, she’s hungry again.

 

“Oh, so you want me to keep going?” Sophie asks, immediately knowing the source. She tabs through her phone. “Alright, let’s get our next course….”

[Lovefatties2]

Chapter 5

Sophie hadn’t left her house in three days. 

 

This was hardly a problem for her. After the past three years of working her current job, she was feeling exhausted, burnt out and frustrated. The introduction of the idol into her life acted as motivation to break free from the chains of her day job, enabling her to lounge around her apartment naked and eat takeout all day long. 

 

For the first time in a while, Sophie had been waking up without her alarm clock blaring in her ear. Sunlight gently shines through the cracks of her blinds, and the midday traffic hums along.  As she comes to, she sees that she fell asleep on the couch mid binge. An assortment of empty takeout containers are strewn out on the coffee table, the floor and even one resting on her belly. She moves the near-empty container off of her belly, sits up on the couch and rubs her belly. It feels heavy, no doubt due to the thousands of calories she’s been cramming into it day after day. She lets out a small burp, releasing some pressure, and senses her stomach cry out for breakfast. 

 

Reaching over to open the pizza box, she sees the idol is on the coffee table before her, raised over the mess of takeout boxes by a few stacked hardcover books. “Morning,” she groggily says to the idol, grabbing a slice of day-old pizza and biting into it. She tabs to her DeliverEats and places an order for an extra large frappuccino, six fresh bagels and a tub of cream cheese spread. 

 

She rocks forward and stands up with effort, letting out a sharp exhale. “Whew, my legs are tight…” she complains heading to her kitchen, “haven’t really been walking as much as normal…” She grabs a trash bag and starts cleaning up her living room, shoving days worth of finished meals into the bag. By the time she’s done, she has two full bags of trash, including the general trash can in her kitchen. 

 

She moves slowly to her bedroom, reaching into her drawers for a pair of trusty leggings. As she pulls the material up, she feels it stretch over her body until she releases the waistband from her grip. It pushes into her stomach, dimpling the fat at her belly button and creating a muffin top. “Fuck, these leggings definitely weren’t this tight earlier…” she says out loud to the room. “I think I’m going to have to get some new clothes soon…” She drapes an oversized tshirt over her torso and takes out the trash. 

 

She walks to the end of her building’s parking lot, chucking the two bags into the dumpster. As she turns around to walk back, she catches sight of a familiar black sedan- belonging to her boss, Jeffrey. Sophie moves as quickly as her body allows and hides behind the first car she can find. She strains out of her squat, poking her head up and gazing through the car’s windows. Jeffrey gets out of his car, slams the door and  marches to her front door. 

 

“Sophie!? Sophie?!” He angrily pounds the door, “it’s been three fucking days, Sophie! I don’t know what kind of bullshit power play you’re trying to pull, but you need to fucking knock it off and come to work!” He pauses, expecting some kind of response, but receives none. “Sophie!?” He continues to belt, “Sophie!” 

 

Jeffrey is greeted with more silence, as Sophie continues watching from a distance. “Alright, fine. I shouldn’t have even bothered. You’re fucking fired! I’ll send you the paperwork in the mail. And you better send us that fucking laptop back, or I’ll get the goddamn cops involved!” He turns about face, defeated, before getting in his car and speeding off. 

 

Throughout Jeffrey’s fit of impotent rage, Sophie forces herself to hold back a cackle. He had a knack for pestering her at work, and she concludes things must be really bad at work for him to show up at her house. She strolls back to her doorstep, giddy with excitement. She’s gone off the deep end, and she wonders how far down she can go.

 

By the time Sophie left for the mall, she had polished off three bagels packed with cream cheese and her entire frappuccino. She begins her shopping spree with another extra large frappuccino, lazily sipping it as she makes her way down the pathways of the mall. Sophie cracks open the purse on her shoulder, the idol nestled in comfortably on its back among the contents of her purse. 

 

“Mmm, I’m really digging this caramel flavor,” she pretends to be speaking on her phone, but looks down at the figurine in her purse, “I bet it’d be really good in that funnel at home.” She giggles to herself and takes another sip of her coffee as she enters the clothing store. 

 

This was her first time shopping at a plus sized clothing store. She figured that since she has been tipping the scales past 200, she should start here. The front of the store had plenty of business casual styles, the kind of clothes someone may wear to church or to meet their boyfriend’s parents. But Sophie had no need for that sort of thing. She maneuvers past them among the crowd, back towards a more loungewear section. 

 

She starts by trying on some loose fitting harem pants. For the first time in her life, she takes a pair of L sized pants to the fitting rooms, along side a handful of other clothes. The Large pants fit comfortably on her, not pressing against her belly like her current pants. But Sophie hesitates. “You know,” her internal monologue begins, “you’re not going to get much skinnier moving forward. These large pants fit good now, but how about a month from now?” With a blush warming up her cheeks, she concludes, “let me try on the extra large…”

 

The extra large harem pants fit loosely around her bulky bottom, covering them but not attempting to compact or squeeze her into a more compact form. The waistband is loose, forcing her to tie the drawstring - for now. As she turns around, she sees the cloth resting on the upper curve of her ass, before plunging straight down. She stands on her tiptoes and drops her heels to the ground, letting her bottom tantalizingly jiggle under the fabric. 

 

She had also found some interesting tops. There were conventional t-shirt and tank tops, but Sophie found herself gravitating to some smaller, sports-bra looking tops. They’re solid rectangles of fabric that look more comfy and relaxed than a typical sports bra but have the same form factor. As she puts it on, she can feel that it provides a slight bit of support but isn’t holding her breasts tight to her body like her other sports bras have in the past. 

 

Sophie continues rifling through the aisles, picking out some cropped tube tops and sweatpants. As she’s browsing the underwear section, her phone rings. “Oh, hey Sky!” Sophie happily answers, talking into her earbud as she looks at the packages, “what’s up?”

 

“Hey Sophie! Not much. Stacy texted me earlier, saying you hadn’t been in the office all week. And now, apparently your boss is super pissed and fired you for the no-call no-shows. Is everything ok?”

 

“Is everything ok?” Sophie parrots back in a joking tone, grabbing two packs of thong panties in the extra large size. “Girl, I’m doing so good. Better than ever, honestly!”

 

Skyler chuckles uneasily on the other end of the line, “Really now? Well, I’m glad to hear that. But skipping out on your job… what’s going on with that?”

 

Sophie pauses. “Tell you what - how about we meet for some dinner. It’ll be on my tab. I’ll explain everything, it’s just… I think it’d be easier in person.”

 

“Alright Soph, sure thing. Same place as last time, around six-thirty?”

 

“Definitely. I’ll see you then girl!” Sophie responds. Skyler says her goodbyes and hangs up. With her hands filled with clothes, Sophie makes her way to the checkout. She pulls out the wad of cash from earlier, counting each hundred dollar bill meticulously, pays and walks out with three big bags of clothes. As she walks out, she catches a glimpse of the idol, still laying on its back in her purse. 

 

“I’m going to tell her everything,” Sophie whispers with excitement, apprehension and nervousness. The figurine doesn’t respond.

[Lovefatties2]

Chapter 6

Sophie sits at the booth alone, waiting. It had been only a few minutes since she arrived, but Sophie had nervously eaten half of the cheesy potato skins she had ordered. She picks up another one and sinks her teeth into it, the cheese stretching out as she pulls it away from her face. 

 

“Mmmm, wish I was eating these at home,” Sophie thinks to herself. “I’d get two… no, three orders of this shit and just watch TV as I slowly but surely sink my teeth into every delicious bite… I feel like I could eat this all day long…”

 

Sophie is snapped out of this by Skyler approaching her booth with a nervous grin. She sits down in the booth across from her.

 

“It’s good to see you again, Skyler!” Sophie says, a wide grin on her face masking her nerves. 

 

“Likewise,” Skyler responds, fiddling her coat off of her shoulders. “So, I just… what’s going on, Sophie?”

 

“Alright, let’s get to it…” Sophie says, rummaging in her purse. “Honestly, this is kind of a continuation of our last meeting. I, uh… kind of left out an important detail: this.” 

 

Sophie places the idol down on the table in front of Skyler, turning it so that it faces her. Skyler’s expression is confused, but disarmed. She reaches for it and picks it up. “Alright, you found a little statue.” Skyler responds, rubbing her thumb along the figurine’s belly. She flips it over, examining the base, before taking a closer look at the idol’s material. “What does this have to do with you quitting your job?”

 

Sophie feels her chest tense up. She takes a deep breath, “ok… this is where things get weird. I know it sounds crazy, or impossible, but… this statue… it’s behind everything.”

 

Skyler’s gaze returns to Sophie, and the idol still in her hand. “What do you mean everything?”

 

“Bear with me. So, I bought this, like, two or three months ago. And the night I brought it home, that’s the first night I had the dream! And the very next morning I got that first DeliverEats coupon! So, I… uh… kinda went on a feeding frenzy for the past few months with that. But the thing is… it’s alive? I guess? I’m not really sure how to describe it, but there’s some sort of spirit or… entity behind this thing. And it wants me to eat like this, that’s why it sent me the dreams and the coupons! A few days ago, I had a dream and it talked to me! I swear on my life, it talked to me…

 

Sophie’s cadence becomes more manic as she continues. “And when she talked to me? She told me to check my mail. I went and checked and guess what? There was ten thousand dollars in a little envelope. I’m not even playing-“ she stops, pulling out a wad of cash from her purse. “Alright, this isn’t all of it, I spent some paying rent and buying new clothes, but, like, you know I wouldn’t be pulling out this kind of money just to play a prank, Sky!”

 

Skyler sits across from her with her eyebrow cocked. She slowly puts the idol down on the table while leaning in closer. “What the fuck are you even talking about?” 

 

Sophie shrugs, her palms up. “What do you mean? I just laid it all out for you.”

 

Skyler looks even more dumbfounded. “Soph… slow down here. You’re telling me there’s a ghost in this thing that-

 

“No, the ghost isn’t in it,” Sophie interrupts, “I think the entity lives outside of it, and the idol is just like a bridge, or-

 

“Sophie, listen to yourself. This is impossible.”

 

“Alright, then explain the money,” Sophie crosses her arms defensively. “Explain how ten K magically landed in my mailbox on Sunday.”

 

Skyler maintains eye contact, staring her down. She looks down at the idol before her and pushes it across the table back to Sophie, keeping her gaze on it like it could jump at her at any moment. “This- this is crazy.”

 

“I know!” Sophie yells, not recognizing her volume. She tones it down, “I know. It doesn’t make logical sense. But- it’s happening.” She points at the idol. “It’s here.” 

 

Skyler looks down at the idol in apprehension. “So, let’s assume you’re right, and there’s a little demon in that statue. What’s its end game? What does it want?”

 

“First off, not a demon,” Sophie responds, “second, it… it wants me to eat. And… it wants me to get big…”

 

Skyler seems to ignore the absurdity of Sophie’s answer. “Ok, you skipped a question. What’s its end game?” She asks, a hint of anger in her voice. “Why does it want you to get fat? What’s it going to do? Moreover, what are you going to do when you’re six hundred pounds and can’t get out of bed?”

 

Sophie’s face flushes red with unintentional arousal. 

 

“Sophie!” Skyler chides. “Seriously?”

 

Sophie feels herself sink deeper into her seat. “What?!”

 

Skyler pinches the bridge of her nose. “Just think for a moment. How does this end? What’s the logical conclusion?”

 

Sophie looks down at the table. “I’m not sure. This situation didn’t start logically. I don’t think it’ll end logically.”

 

Skyler senses Sophie’s shift of mood. “This is how I see it: in the best case scenario, you’re suffering a break from reality and you need medication. The worst case is that you’re right, and that there’s actually some de- entity controlling you, giving you these gifts so that you gain weight. But frankly… if you expected somebody to tag along with this, or provide encouragement, you won’t be getting it from me. If you’re going to be doing this satanic shit, I don’t want any part of it.” Dejected, Skyler rises from the table, averting her gaze from her friend and leaves the restaurant. 

 

Sophie lets out a sigh, her eyes misty, trying to keep it all in. The waitress approaches, having seen Skyler storm out, and only responds with a confused expression. “Yeah, could I get two more orders of the potato skins, and twelve teriyaki wings to go?” Sophie requests. 

 

That night, Sophie had an audience with Venus. The statue seems a bit shorter now, lining up approximately with Sophie’s height as she walks to the statue. 

 

“That didn’t go as planned,” Sophie begins, cutting the awkward silence. “Frankly… I don’t know what I expected. It does sound crazy when it’s coming out of my mouth, but… I know it’s real, I know you’re real.”

 

A wave of comforting energy seems to come from the statue. “What did you want from her?” Venus’ tone is reassuring and calming. 

 

“I don’t know. I just needed to tell somebody. And I thought she’d be happy for me, you know? And now, she’s pissed at me, thinking I made a contract with the devil. My own best friend thinks I’m crazy, or worse.” Sophie comes closer to the statue of Venus and leans into it, wrapping her arms around its shoulders as best as she can. She feels tears welling up in her eyes and the soft surface of the statue under her grip. Suddenly, she feels a touch on the back of her head, a reassuring caress. 

 

She gasps and pulls back to look at the statue. The arms, formerly bound to her chest by the hands, now freely articulate and bring her into a warm embrace. Sophie feels how soft and warm the idol is, almost like a person. 

 

“I wouldn’t worry about Skyler too much…” Venus says, looking down at her. “She’ll come around to us soon. After all, she touched the idol; she touched me. I wouldn’t be surprised if a little somebody started getting mysterious DeliverEats coupons.”

 

Sophie giggles and nuzzles further into Venus’ embrace. “Oh, she’ll start going through what I’ve got?”

 

“Hopefully. But it will take time. Time that I can spend focusing on you…” Venus raises her right hand from the hug and brings it to her face. With a smooth motion like pulling hair back, Venus pulls the dimples on her head away from her face, revealing the visage of a beautiful woman smiling back at her. 

 

Sophie feels herself being swept off her feet, both metaphorically and literally. As she basks in Venus’ true face, an unseen force picks up her feet and reclines her at breast height of Venus. Venus wraps one arm around Sophie’s shoulders and arches the other up above her head. Several strands of the golden substance coil into one stream, which Venus guides into Sophie’s open mouth. 

 

Venus giggles playfully, a grin spreading across her face as she watches Sophie’s eagerness. “Good girl!” She coos. “But, that aside, Skyler did have a good intuition. She wanted to know what I really wanted. While, of course, I want you fat and greedy… there are other motivations.”

 

Despite the flow into her mouth, Sophie is able to speak without issue. “What’s your endgame?”

 

“Oh, darling. Endgame? That’s all too… final. I don’t want a conclusion to this, no. I want this to keep going. And I need your help to set the stage.”

 

Sophie was surprised that Venus had asked for help. She was more than used to the entity doing whatever it needed in the shadows, so this request made her feel important and needed. “What do you need from me?”

 

Venus kisses Sophie gingerly on the forehead as the flow into her mouth continues. “I just need you to handle some paperwork for me.”

[Lovefatties2]

Chapter 7

Sophie woke up from her dream the next morning with a task. After breakfast, she sits herself down at her computer and files for an LLC. Willendorf Holdings Limited. She doesn’t ask herself why she’s filing the LLC, just that it fits within Venus’ plans. More tasks trickled in day after day. Sophie arranged money wires, bank account set ups, filing forms and other documents. She watched as money seemingly appeared out of thin air and was deposited into the LLC’s accounts. 

 

But the tasks Venus set up for Sophie don’t take long to resolve. She’s usually done with them within an hour. And now that Sophie didn’t have Skyler to turn to, or her day job to guide her focus, she found solace in one refuge - food. 

 

Her appetite had only grown since her confrontation with Skyler. Every day, she had three or four big meals. They were typically Sophie’s favorites - burgers, pizza, wings, Chinese food, curry, sushi, fried chicken, paired with beer or soda. Following most of those meals was a dessert. Sometimes it was small: a cup cake or two, or perhaps a donut. Other times, it was a whole box, or even a whole cake in a single sitting. And this was in addition to the addictive and mindless snacking that Sophie would engage with in between meals, lazily scooping ice cream into her mouth or polishing off a family sized bag of chips without even noticing.

 

In addition to all of this was Sophie’s growing affinity, or as some may describe addiction, to funnel feeding. Every day without fail, she would make a weight gain shake, loaded with milk, melted ice cream and weight gain powder, pour it into her funnel and chug the mixture. Sometimes she’d do it quickly, finishing up in a matter of minutes. Other times, she’d draw it out: restricting the flow of the tube to a much slower pace to stretch out the experience as she played video games or worked on the business. Sometimes she’d start eating a meal and, upon completion, would roll directly to a funnel feeding session, or vice versa. Other times she would take her liquid pleasure during a meal, switching between the tube and whatever she had before her. 

 

As Sophie’s eating habits continued to spiral out of control, her brain adapted to these new patterns with gusto. She smoked and drank more often and earlier into the day. After years of being stressed and alert all day long, the substances dulled Sophie’s attention and focus, allowing a pleasant haze to settle on her mind. The powerful waves of dopamine created a powerful feedback cycle of eating and arousal. As she ate, she would get horny, which would also make her hungrier, and so on. Eventually, she got to the point where the act of sitting down in front of her meals would send a tingle down her spine. 

 

Her self-love and sexuality became radically different from where it was before the introduction of Venus into her life. Her libido had become ravenous, and needed to be satiated daily, sometimes even multiple times in one day. It became unthinkable to Sophie to masterbate without eating or drinking something. She’d sit on her couch or bed, legs parted wide as a vibrator gently hummed in her and she stuffed her face. She even ditched the traditional phallic vibrator she had, deciding to go with a wearable design that she could insert securely into her, freeing both hands. 

 

As her appetite increased, her mind morphed and her body grew, so did her devotion to Venus become stronger. Isolated from the wider world and spending nearly every day in her apartment, Venus became Sophie’s closest friend and confidant. During the day, Sophie would always have the idol in the same room, especially when she was eating. If she left the house, Venus would be brought with, resting in her purse. She’d talk to the idol throughout the day, not receiving a direct response but knowing she was listening nonetheless. But at night, Sophie would be in Venus’ realm, sucking on the golden energy while they talked in her dream space. They talked, gossiped, and made each other laugh. Sophie had begun to feel like she was forming a close relationship with Venus - the idol no longer representing a distant and alien force but now a close friend. 

 

And of course, all of these changes had a marked effect on her body. Sophie felt like she could almost watch herself grow after every meal. Her body generally became more cushioned and plump. Her facial features became softer, her cheeks chubbier and a double chin began to form. Her arms expanded, any tone or definition hidden beneath layers of fat. Her breasts had likely grown a cup size, but Sophie wasn’t able to tell due to her habit of usually going topless at home. Regardless, they were heavier and larger while still remaining perky. Her belly had grown massive; even when her stomach was empty the large roll of fat on her midsection jiggled and weighed her down. As she’d eat, it would expand and grow tight, but still maintained its softness. She would take handfuls of her belly at any occasion, the fat practically overflowing her hands. Her thighs thickened, becoming sturdy trunks to support her heavy weight. And her ass grew as well, expanding out to the sides and widening her form. It jiggled with every step and spread out beneath her when she sat. All of this would be overwhelming if Sophie didn’t love it so much. 

 

Every pound Sophie gained, every new roll she noticed, every slight jiggle her heavy body felt, every orgasm she induced, every single bite she took and every calorie she consumed only served to motivate her and pull her deeper down this rabbit hole. She watched these changes slowly add up over the weeks, reveling in every little detail, until she weighed herself one morning on an empty stomach. She struggled to look past her belly jutting forward, and saw the scale read 259 lbs. 

 

“Ohhhh fuck…” Sophie says, practically salivating at the number. “Ohhh my god, Venus… come look at this.” She snags the idol from the ottoman table and steps back on the scale with it in her hands. It reads out 259 again. “Two hundred fifty nine fucking pounds…” she coos, “oh, fuck. I can’t believe I’m getting so turned on by just a number…”

 

“I think we both know what’s going to happen now,” she waddles in just her panties and a comfy bralette to the kitchen, retrieving a box of donuts and eating half of one in a single greedy bite. She moans softly into it, grabbing her phone and tabbing as always to DeliverEats. “Alright, let’s see here… a large pizza, because a true fatty deserves pizza for breakfast. And you know? Let me have fun with this: I’ll get a big sushi feast to go with this too.”

 

“But that’s not all,” she says, turning around to her fridge, “not even close. You should know by now I’m real hungry in the morning. And now that I'm turned on, I’m even more hungry.” She grabs a pitcher of pre-melted ice cream, dipping a donut into it and taking a greedy bite. She wipes away the streak of ice cream from her cheek as she lets out a moan. “Oh fuck… I’m out of control…”

 

“I don’t think I’d stop though, even if I could,” she muses to the idol on the counter as she combines melted ice cream, weight gain powder, whole milk and a slice of chocolate cake to a blender. It whirs to life as Sophie excitedly watches, trying to mentally add the calories up. She takes a sip from the blender. “‘Mm, good shit…” 

 

She brings the blender to her bedroom, where she’d installed three other funnel feeders for convenience. The tubes dangle down, hanging perfectly at face level. She pours the liquid into one after confirming the valve is shut. Once the blender is back in the kitchen sink, she kicks off her panties and reaches for her vibrator. Sitting down at the edge of the bed, she spreads her legs and gently inserts it. The vibration is disabled for the moment, waiting for the arrival of all her food. 

 

Sophie’s impatience gets the better of her. With the deliveries still not here, she turns around and crawls onto the bed. She takes the tube in her hand, puts it in her mouth and flicks it on. “I’ll just have a sip,” she says to herself, “just have to whet my appetite… mmmm.” The sweet thick substance flows down, coating her mouth with its flavor. 

 

The doorbell rings, snapping Sophie out of it. She pulls back from the bed, snatching up the nearest robe she has to cover herself. She gets to the door and greets the delivery girl- she was becoming a familiar face as time went on. Sophie snagged the bag and pizza box from the petite woman and opened it up in the bed. She spreads herself out comfortably on the bed, positioning the food around her. She places a tray to her left side, with soy sauce and a bottle of blue cheese dressing. She surveys the meal ahead of her- 36 tuna rolls, dozens of nigiri, some larger specialty rolls, a whole large pepperoni pizza and thousands of calories of weight gain shake balanced precariously above her head. Her stomach growls expectantly as she pulls the robe off of her body. 

 

She reaches for a tuna roll first, picking it up with her fingers and dipping it into the soy sauce. She hums as she chews, feeling glad that she finally gets to eat. Another roll goes in her mouth, followed by another and another. Her left hand grabs a slice of pizza as her right hand dips below her thick parted thighs and switches on the vibrator. She moans into the pizza as she takes two big bites back to back. Sophie’s eating starts to intensify as she reaches for the tube. She puts it in her mouth and lets the flow cascade down her throat. She feels her stomach start to fill, but not enough. 

 

All the while she’s eating and drinking, her free hand is feeling up her body, grabbing and jiggling anything in reach. Still chugging on the tube, Sophie pulls her bralette up over her breasts, freeing them. She firmly massages them as her hips undulate with the vibrator. Her right hand stays on her breasts while her left dips down, gripping as much of her belly as it can manage. She moans against the tube and turns the vibrator on a higher setting. 

 

She’s drawing closer by the second. She switches off the tube and begins to eat more frantically. She stacks two pieces of pizza together and rips into it, while her other hand grabs pieces of sushi. The sound of her eating becomes louder and more rapid, mixed with moans of pleasure. She wishes she could just stay here forever, stuffing her face while right on the brink of orgasm. 

 

But Sophie knows that can’t happen. She finishes the double stack of pizza and desperately reaches for the tube. She turns it on full blast- a wave of chocolately weight gain shake smacks her taste buds.  She chugs as quickly as she can while her moans intensify. She reaches one hand to the vibrator, pushing it deeper against her G spot until finally-

 

“MMMMMPF.” Sophie lets out, still drinking from the tube. “MMMMMFFFF….. MMMMmmmmppf…. mmmmmmm…” Even while she’s cumming, Sophie keeps her lips gripped on the tube, swallowing gulp after gulp. Sophie reduces the flow, bringing it to a more relaxed pace. She switches off the vibrator and removes it, plopping it down on her bedside table. Even in the afterglow, Sophie can’t resist putting more calories down her throat. 

 

She looks around- half a pizza left, about 20 pieces of sushi, and how ever much shake she’s yet to drink. And at the center of it all is Sophie’s fat body, spread out on the bed. Her thick thighs remain slightly parted, her fat arms resting limply to her sides, the tube directly in her line of sight, guiding more calories down to her gullet, her expanding belly pushing upwards against gravity. And just cresting above her belly, Sophie makes eye contact with the Venus idol on her dresser, the catalyst for all this pleasure.

 

Sophie’s lips grin around the tube. She’s nowhere near done, and it’s only ten in the morning. 

[samsamsamsam]

Wow!

[Lovefatties2]

Chapter 8

Sophie strained out of her car in the tight office wear outfit she’d squeezed into. After months of unabated gluttony in stretchy clothes, or none at all, the blouse and skirt she was wearing felt like a prison made of cloth. She felt her belly strain against the buttons of her blouse, threatening to pop given the right opportunity, but forced herself to focus as she walked up to the house.

 

She walked down the pathway to the front door. The front door was recessed back, the garage jutting forward and another wall on the other side. Sophie noted this as a positive attribute- the only angle someone would be able to see her grab deliveries left at the front door would be from directly ahead. There was enough room there for two deck chairs, but Sophie acknowledged that the space would be better filled with an outdoor table for the delivery people to place food on. When she rang the doorbell, her realtor, Jennie, opened the door with a warm smile. They exchanged pleasantries- this was not their first meeting nor their first house tour. Jennie guided Sophie down the short hallway, past the staircase that led to both the upper floor and basement, and into the main living space. 

 

“So, as you can see, this property has an open plan on the first floor…”Jennie chortles, turning around in the center of the room to face Sophie. “Open plans are all the rage as of late, and having your kitchen just flow into your living room provides the kind of design dynamism that you need in everyday life!”

 

Sophie looked around the room. A nice leather couch sat before a TV and a heavy coffee table. To the right of that sat the kitchen; a marble island with three barstools, ample drawers, appliances and, most importantly, a wide and tall silver fridge. A glass dining table sat nearby, only a few steps away from the kitchen. A glass sliding door led to the backyard. Even with the decent amount of furniture, there was still plenty of space for somebody her size to move around. The windows let in plenty of natural light, bouncing off of the shiny surfaces. 

 

“So, does this house check off a lot of our needs?” Sophie asks

 

“Oh, I think you’ll love it!” Jennie gawks, “I think this listing is the closest we’ve gotten to your requests. Four bedrooms, including the master. Each one has their own attached bathroom. You’ve clearly seen the first floor, minus the laundry room. There’s a half bath on this floor too. Two car garage… and five hundred square feet of basement. You could put up some partitioning walls and make a theater room, maybe another bedroom…”

 

“Five hundred square feet…” Sophie ponders, “that’s around a hundred square feet less than my current apartment. And we’re going to make that room one big pleasure dungeon… oh, I can’t wait to see that happen…”

 

“And that’s not even touching on the back yard!” Jennie says, sliding open the back door. Sophie is greeted with a small courtyard, walled by tall privacy fences. “The last owner appreciated privacy just as much as you. These b**s are nine feet tall, so no peeping Toms while you sunbathe out here!” Jennie let out a strained, forced laugh. “The jacuzzi was installed two years ago, and is in good condition. You could put a grill right here, a bunch of lawn furniture…”

 

“I love it.” Sophie says authoritatively. “How much is this?”

 

“Five hundred seventy five thousand…” Jennie responds softly, somewhat taken aback by the interruption. “You know, I’d be happy to introduce you to a mortgage expert that I know. His name’s Ray, and I’d be happy to make that connection…”

 

“Oh, there’s no need,” Sophie answers. “I’ll be buying in cash.”

 

Jennie restrains herself from gawking in Sophie’s face. “C-cash… yes, certainly! That won’t be a problem. But… don’t you want to see the rest of the house before we make such a decision?”

 

Sophie realizes the faux pas she had committed. She lets go of the tension and laughs, “Oh, of course! Lead the way.”

 

Within the hour, the purchase was confirmed. Sophie and Jennie shook hands, and the For Sale sign was removed from the front lawn. Venus’ financial alchemy certainly paid off in terms of convenience, her slush fund in the LLC covering every penny of the house. “I think you’ll love it,” Sophie says to Venus as she drives away. Sophie has the idol in the passenger seat, facing forward, as if she was sitting right next to her. 

 

When Venus told Sophie to go out and buy a house, she was all too eager to do so. The one-bedroom shoebox that she rented was starting to cramp her wider frame. A mild sense of claustrophobia was beginning to develop as Sophie's body grew but the rooms around her stayed the same. And with one point seven million dollars in the company’s slush fund, Sophie was able to afford plenty of space to grow. 

 

Sophie decided to celebrate in typical Sophie fashion. She leaned over the open window of her car, speaking to the drive thru microphone. “Yeah, can I get two double decker cheeseburger meals, one with loaded fries the other with regular fries, an order of chicken tenders and five cups of your house sauce?”

 

Sophie couldn’t wait to get home. The second she got the greasy, heavy paper bag, she opened it up and snatched up one of the burgers. The buttons of her blouse strain further with every bite she takes. When she finally arrives home, slamming the door behind her, Sophie places the bag on the couch and readies herself. Her hand darts into her purse, putting Venus right in front of her for the show. One hand holds her shirt taught from the small of her back, and the other keeps a death grip on her burger. She sucks in her plump belly and lets gravity guide her to the couch. 

 

As her legs extend forward into a sitting position and her ass approaches the couch, Sophie releases the hold on her belly, letting it expand outwards. As she hits the couch, the pressure on her blouse’s buttons reaches terminal force. Three buttons at her midsection pop off and roll to the carpet before Sophie. 

 

“Always wanted to do that,” Sophie says out loud with her mouth full. She rips open her blouse, popping the remaining buttons and letting her belly and breasts hit the warm air of her apartment. She unzips her skirt and slips it off with one hand, the other shoving the burger in her mouth. The too-small cups of her strapless bra push her breasts against her ribs, but with a flick of her fingers, the pressure is released, leaving Sophie clad in her panties and a ruined, opened blouse as she kept eating.”Mmmmmphh… much better.”

 

Not content with the current exercise of gluttony, Sophie escalates the situation by grabbing a packet of edibles from her stash. She pops two gummies into her mouth and packs her bong while chewing. Sitting back down now with her bong and a bottle of wine, she takes a few furious hits of the bong before resuming eating, the pleasant haze settling over her. 

 

Her feverish pace of eating continues, but it adopts a much more sensual undertone as the edibles take hold. Sophie finds herself enjoying every bite just a bit more, her mind dulled to anything except the food before her and her own body. She moans softly as she chews, sitting up straight for Venus and letting her belly cascade down between her spread thighs. 

 

As she focuses on the chicken fingers, Sophie feels Venus is too far away. She grabs the idol, pressing it softly into her fat belly as she plunges the chicken finger into the dipping sauce. Stray droplets land on the skin above her breasts as she takes a massive bite. She moans deeper, bringing her elbows closer to each other and squeezing the idol with her breasts. 

 

But this feast too must come to an end. After polishing off two double cheeseburgers, one tub of regular fries, one tub of loaded fries, five chicken fingers and half a bottle of wine, Sophie feels herself slipping off. She lays back on the couch, the figurine still on her belly, and approaches Venus in her dream space. With every step she feels her bare feet plop on the hard floor. As she gets in arms reach, she pulls Venus into a soft warm kiss. “Mmm, so good to see you again.” Sophie coos, her voice full of admiration

 

“Likewise, my love.” Venus casually but warmly responds. She keeps her hands on Sophie’s love handles, their jiggly bulk present even in the dream. “I see the house purchase went swimmingly.”

 

“Oh, yes. I can’t lie, after all those open houses, cramming into those tight little clothes… I’m just glad we can start moving on to the next steps.”

 

“I don’t know what I enjoyed more: seeing you squeeze into those tight clothes, or watching you pop out of them.” She giggles, cupping Sophie’s belly where it hangs over. The way it jiggled felt so real. “But next steps are exactly what I wanted to discuss with you.” Venus pulls back slightly. “You see… all of this, it’s in service to build a better life for us. One where we can let loose, live our best lives… together. Which is why I have to ask you for a favor.”

 

“Anything,” Sophie says, drawing closer, feeling the soft contact of Venus’ body against hers. “Anything you need, and I’ll do it for you.”

 

“The desire to make you grow is two fold…” Venus explains, “there’s the obvious pleasure we both derive from it, but there’s a second part. That… I kept hidden from you, to avoid driving you away. But after everything you’ve done for me, I know I can trust you. You see, I’m in this other place. One where I can’t speak to you face to face, one where we can truly interact where it counts most- when you’re awake. 

 

“I want to cross over.” Venus declares, “from my world into yours.”

 

Sophie grinned ear to ear. “Oh my god… really? You can do that? I- I never thought it’d be possible… but I want it just as bad as you!”

 

Venus smiled, her nerves externally calmed. “I know, honey. We’re going to get there, but I need something from you.”

 

Sophie pressed against harder. “Tell me what you need.”

 

“Mass.” Venus responds. “I’ll take some of that weight off of your body and use it to make one of my own. The ritual will work best when you get to three hundred pounds, which is getting closer everyday, by the way. We’ll split it down the middle - one-fifty, one-fifty. And the best part is - all that weight you put on, you’ll be able to put on again.”

 

Sophie almost burst with excitement. Her eyes grew misty. “Vee… you’re… going to come to me?” 

 

“Yes, darling. I’m going to be with you, blood and flesh. And it’ll be because of you.” The dream was starting to end, and they both felt Sophie stir awake. “Just remember, the faster you get to three hundred, the sooner I’ll be there. Keep up the good work Sophie, I’m counting on you.”

[Lovefatties2]

Chapter 9

In the days following her move, Sophie went into overdrive. The promise of Venus’ arrival gave her a feverish motivation that drove her to that goal weight - the illustrious 300 pound mark. She knew the sooner her weight rounded up a number, the sooner Venus would be here. 

 

The master bedroom, as well as the rest of the house, was sparsely furnished. There was only the Alaskan King bed, a dresser and a mounted TV in the room. Sophie certainly didn’t seem to mind, as she was already in the middle of her breakfast, laying on her stomach lazily while carving up a stack of pancakes. She was naked, the fat of her belly and thighs squishing outwards as she laid.  The idol was laid on its back between her breasts. Sophie loved feeling the statuette against her skin, and had even tied a length of string to it so she could wear it like a necklace. She ate quickly, chopping big chunks of pancakes and shoving them into her mouth. She didn’t care about making a mess- she’d been eating in bed since she got here, and as long as it only got on the sheets, she was fine. 

 

Once she finished the pancakes, she grabbed a donut from the box nearby and started to mop up any syrup left on the plate. “I’ll need to buy some nightstands once Venus gets here… make sure there’s plenty of shelf space for our late night treats…  oh, and a mini fridge. Cold beers chilling right next to me, and all I need to do is roll my fat ass over? Mmm… yes please…”

 

She sits up on the edge of the bed once she cleaned up the last bit of syrup. She reaches for a small cigarette case, packed with some joints she’d rolled the day before. Lighting one up, she scrolls through DeliverEats, trawling for her next meal. 

 

The heady and lazy high she got paired well with her double header of a lunch. She paired a hefty and greasy cheesesteak with an order of pepper steak and lo mein. Sitting up against the headboard of her bed, she keeps the Chinese takeout container between her parted thighs, scooping forkfuls of noodles and beef into her mouth. Her left hand holds the cheesesteak, taking greedy bites out of it. Bits of noodles and drops of sauce land on her ample belly, but this only seems to add to the experience for Sophie. 

 

After digesting for a bit in bed and smoking a bit more, Sophie readies her daily weight gain shake. In the time since she moved in, she’d hardly used the kitchen for anything else. Once she blends everything up, she returns to the bed, feeling the idol bounce against her belly with every step. She pours the liquid into one of the funnel feeders mounted to the headboard. She gets comfortable underneath it and flips it on, lazily sipping it down as she watches tv. After a minute of slowly drinking, she feels herself entering a pleasant haze fueled by the 🌿 and the food. She remains nearly motionless while the tube guides more food into her mouth, her only conscious thoughts focused on gently swallowing and the flavors packing into her mouth.

 

The shake proves to be the catalyst for a food coma. Sophie dozes off, laying on her back, her belly towering up over her as the TV keeps playing. When she wakes up, she doesn’t move besides grabbing her phone and making another order. Fifteen minutes later, she’s happily chewing away at a family bucket of fried chicken: two breasts, two thighs, two wings and two drumsticks. Pair this with two cups of fries and three cans of beer poured into one of the funnels above her, Sophie continues her binge. She seems to be almost in a trance, staring down either at the food in front of her or her body. Her hands move efficiently, bringing the greasy food to her face with minimal effort. 

 

But soon enough, the fried chicken, fries and beer are all consumed. Sophie doesn’t even feel a modicum of hunger as she reaches over again for the box of donuts. She places the box on her belly playfully as she slowly eats them one by one, until she dozes off again. 

 

This scene plays out, day after day, week after week. Sophie’s gain accelerates dramatically. Her belly droops further under its own weight, and begins to form a dimple near her belly button. Her breasts continue to swell, as does her ass and thighs. Her upper arms grow meatier, and she sees her tattoo stretched horizontally a bit. Sophie can tell she’s getting not just heavier, but bigger - she takes up more space on the bed, on the couch, in her car. 

 

Eventually, she surpasses the mark, weighing in at 303 pounds. She giggles in excitement, picking up the idol and showing Venus the weight. 

 

“Oh… My god… we’re here.” Sophie whispers excitedly, weak at the knees. She turns the idol around in her hands and kisses its face. “Oh, fuck. Today’s the day! I can feel it in my bones…” she hurriedly puts on some harem pants, not needing to tie the drawstring, and the biggest hoodie she owned. It’s still tight to her, but it covers her belly better than any other clothes she owns. She gets into her sedan, feeling the suspension depress on her side to accommodate her weight, and drives off to the spiritualist store for supplies. 

 

She parks her car, feeling nervous excitement as she gets out. As she waddles as quickly as she can, heart beating quickly and her breath heavy, she spots a familiar car parked outside the store - Skyler’s car. She feels uneasy; she hadn’t spoken to Skyler in months. Was she going to bump into her? How would she react?

 

“Sophie!” An angry cry comes out from the front of the store. Skyler power walks over to Sophie. Despite the clear strain on her face, Skyler moves slowly towards Sophie. Sophie stands motionless in front of Skyler’s car, fearing the confrontation. As Skyler gets closer, Sophie sees that her friend has plumped up too, looking wider and fluffier than the last time they saw each other. 

 

“Hey, Sky…” Sophie awkwardly responds, scratching the back of her neck nervously. “It’s- good to see you!”

 

“Oh, yeah, likewise. Wanna know why I was in there?” Skyler growls sarcastically, rifling in the plastic bag in her hands. She pulls out a crucifix, candles adorned with images of holy men and women, and a book titled Demonology and You: a Practical Guide for Spiritual Self Defense. “I was in there because your little friend keeps on visiting me! Yeah, the shit you were talking about is real, congrats. Now I’m getting those weird, fucked up dreams! And I got the coupons too, and I gained fucking weight too! I’m two hundred and seventy four fucking pounds. You happy?”

 

“Skyler, I-“ she inhales, “no. I’m sorry. I didn’t ask for this to happen to you.”

 

Skyler sees the pain on her friend’s face. She’s angry, her hands slightly shake, but she knows that Sophie shouldn’t be the target of her anger. “I’m sorry, Soph. I shouldn’t have ghosted you like that…”

 

“I’m sorry that I let this into your life,” Sophie responds. “If I knew that it would cause this pain, I would’ve never done it.”

 

“But you would’ve still gone through with what it wants.” Skyler’s tone becomes accusatory. “That little demon spun such a convincing story that you fell for - hook, line, and sinker. And now it’s got both of us.”

 

Silence hangs in the air for a moment. “Did… have you talked to her?” Sophie asks. 

 

“What? You can talk to it?”

 

“Her. And yes. I can talk to her. Her name is Venus. She’s got a name, you know?”

 

“Good to know. I’ll look in here for that name,” Skyler responds, tapping the book in her hand. 

 

Sophie rolls her eyes. “I’ll ask her to let you go. I’ll tell her you don’t like this, and that you don’t want to be a part of it anymore.”

 

“And what if she doesn’t?”

 

“You don’t know her like I know her, Sky. She’s nice, pleasant and kind. If you had tried talking with her, maybe-“ Sophie cut herself off. “Sorry. I know her. She’ll let you go. But first… I need to do something for her.”

 

The momentary relief Skyler felt melted away, “What do you mean?”

 

Sophie pauses. “A while ago, when we last talked… you asked about her endgame. Well, I know what she wants. Well, she does want us fat, but… she’s in this other place, separate from us. She wants to cross over, so we’re going to use my fat to make her a body.”

 

“Sophie…” Skyler‘s tone is concerned, any hint of anger drained out. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”

 

“You’ve got your reasons for rejecting Venus. I’ve got my reasons to accept her. Since I learned about her, my life has totally changed. She gave me money, attention, pleasure… She gave me a path forward in life I thought would never have opened to me. I mean, earlier this month we purchased a house! A really fucking nice one too. There’s a few million dollars in an off-shore bank account with my name on it. 

 

“And you know what? If I have to give her one hundred and fifty pounds of flab to repay her for what she’s done for me, and to guarantee this lifestyle for the future… then yeah, I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it takes for her.”

 

Skyler’s shoulders droop down, seemingly in defeat. She inhales deeply to calm herself, “I won’t pretend I understand. You know this thing better than I do. But you have to understand, you don’t have to do whatever this thing is asking you to do…” she looks around, as if looking for somebody to back her up, “Going through with this could have major consequences, not just for you, but the whole world. You don’t know what you’re playing with here.” 

 

“No, you don’t know,” Sophie responds authoritatively, “I know Venus. We’ve talked every night for months. I know that she wants to build a future with me. I’m not going to lie to you and pretend I’m not scared or that I know exactly how this’ll play out. But one thing I am certain of is that Vee would never hurt me. Because she’s had ample opportunities to do so - and she hasn’t.”

 

“Soph…” Skyler looks at the pavement. “Just… don’t get yourself killed, alright?” She grabs her friend, hugging her tightly. “You’d better call me in the morning, ok? I want you to let me know you’re alive.”

 

“Of course, Sky.” Sophie hugs her back. “Everything’s going to be ok. We’ll talk soon.” With that, the hug breaks. Skyler shuffles over and gets in her car, while Sophie goes forth into the store.

[Lovefatties2]

Chapter 10

Sophie reverently lights the incense sticks, perched upwards on their holders. They were strategically placed to her left, right and center, resting on the bed on top of heavy hardcover books. The smoky aroma poured forth throughout the room. They help to calm her nerves, but Sophie still nervously moves through the room, preparing the scene. 

 

On top of the bed, Sophie lays out a small tapestry with a pentagram, meant for her to sit on top. Despite initial concern from Sophie about its association with the occult, Venus reassured her that the five-pointed star in this case was needed to guide her energy, not provoke any sort of demon. Sophie still felt a bit uneasy looking at it, but trusted Venus. 

 

Now, she just needed to prepare the food. Venus instructed Sophie that she needed high calorie sweets, which she had in ample supply. A box of eclairs goes on the bed, next to an entire cheesecake. Sophie fills up all three funnels above her, with vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. The multicolored tubes hanging down towards the bed reminded her of Neapolitan ice cream. 

 

There was just one more thing now. She unfurles her robe off of her shoulders, letting it hit the ground. Going downstairs, she grabs the idol from the kitchen island and starts the return journey. 

 

“You ready?” Sophie asks nervously. “I hope so, cuz I’m a bit scared to be honest.” She breathes heavier as she climbs the stairs. “Whew, fuck… I’m trusting you here, Vee.”  

 

Finally, she makes it back to the bedroom. She climbs back in bed, sitting centered on the pentagram. The tubes dangle behind her, the pastries lie before her and the idol is in her hands. She steadies herself and begins the ritual as Venus laid out. 

 

“Venus - today I offer you my flesh. May you receive this offering and cross over.” Sophie prays, pressing the idol to her forehead as instructed. She begins again: “Venus - today I offer you my flesh. May you receive this offering and cross over.” A strange energy settles in the room, but Sophie repeats the prayer for a third and final time: “Venus - today I offer you my flesh. May you receive this offering and cross over.” She kisses the idol’s face - this fell beyond the steps of the ritual, but served to calm her nerves. 

 

Sophie knows the dice have been cast. She looks at the idol in her hands and grins. She knows what comes next is depraved and absurd, but she can’t hold in her excitement at the idea. After all the time she’s spent with Venus, after all the meals and pleasure, she feels like what comes next is only right. She reaches over for the bottle of lubricant and applies it to the idol. It spreads on the surface easily, covering it from head to toe. Sophie’s breath quickens as she leans back, opening her legs, and slowly begins to insert it into her. 

 

The head fits easiest, and the shoulders comfortably follow. She feels the belly start to stretch her out, and slows there. Taking a few deep breaths, she relaxes herself before proceeding deeper. Finally, she advances past the belly, down her legs and finishes at the feet. As instructed, Sophie snaps the base of the idol off. No turning back now. She leans back against the headboard, feeling a rush of excitement flowing from her pelvis up and starts drinking the strawberry shake. 

 

At first, nothing special happens. She drinks the strawberry shake slowly, before swapping it out for the chocolate. Sophie begins to relax and enjoy herself, feeling as if the ritual were just another indulgent snack. Then, a whisper. “Sophie?”

 

Sophie stops, ripping the tube out of her mouth. “Vee?”

 

“I’m here,” Venus responds. “Don’t worry, just keep drinking. You don’t need to speak out loud to talk to me in this state. Just think it.” 

 

Sophie complies, putting the tube back in her mouth. “Sorry about that.” She says internally. “I’ve just never heard you while I’m awake.”

 

“I know. That’s how we know it’s working. I can feel myself being pulled over. Can you?”

 

“I-I’m not sure.”

 

“That’s ok. Just keep focusing on the food, Soph. The more you eat, the more it’ll work.”

 

Slowly but surely, Sophie progresses. She continues sipping before stopping the flow and grabbing the eclairs. She pops them into her mouth, one by one. By the time she’s on her fifth out of twelve, she feels something chime. It’s not audible, but it rings out in the room, or somehow besides it. “What was that?”

 

“We’re getting there, Sophie. Keep up the good pace”

 

Sophie complies, shoving the eclairs into her mouth. She doesn’t chew them much, squishing them inside her mouth and swallowing rapidly. A warmth rushes over her body. The idol starts to softly pulse inside her. 

 

“Uhh… is that normal?” Sophie asks, following orders to keep eating. 

 

“Yeah, everything is going according to plan.” Venus responds. Her voice sounds strained, like she’s focusing on something while responding, but there’s an undercurrent of pleasure in her voice. Sophie eats the last eclair and tosses the box to the side. She leans forward onto her hands and takes a bite out of the cheesecake, not bothering to slice it. The cream cheese spreads on her nose and cheeks as she takes big, greedy bites out of it. 

 

“Oh, fuck!” Venus cries. “That’s perfect, keep going like that.” 

 

Sophie persists, taking big bites of the cake. Her giant ass is raised up, and her face is down, as if she were kneeling to something in a profane prayer. The room feels warmer than before, and the single chime Sophie heard earlier starts to reoccur, more frequently and in different notes, spinning into a symphony. The room slowly starts to spiral, but Sophie doesn’t get queasy. She forces herself to keep eating. 

 

“We’re getting closer…” Venus reports, her voice more strained. Sophie realizes the strain isn’t from stress, but rather pleasure. She must be feeling some sort of connection to the eating. “Oh fuck, Sophie, you’re doing so good…”

 

“Enjoying yourself?” Sophie asks. She wiggles her hips for effect, feeling her bottom jiggle behind her. 

 

Venus groans in satisfaction. “Yeah, Sophie. It’s working. We’re getting close…” 

 

She keeps eating, loudly smacking her mouth together and moaning with Venus. She can feel the pulsing intensifying. She opens her mouth as big as she can, taking in as much cake as possible. 

 

“Quick, switch back to the funnel!” Venus demands. Sophie complies, pushing up from her downwards-dog position and throwing herself against the headboard. She bangs her head against it and fumbles for a tube before shoving the first one she can find into her mouth, not sure which flavor she’ll get. The pink strawberry flavor descends into her mouth, and Sophie feels her eyes flutter and mind glaze over. After a moment, that funnel runs dry. She grabs the next one, chugging on it at full blast. One hand massages a breast, while the other lightly rubs her clit, pulsing with pleasure. She finishes the second funnel, feeling her belly grow tighter than ever before.

 

“We’re close!” Venus cries. Sophie feels she’s close too. “The last funnel.. make it count!” 

 

As Sophie shoves the last available tube in her mouth, she feels the room shake and her plump body jiggle. She asks herself if there’s an earthquake, but looking around the room sees that no objects are moving. Her body is vibrating because of the ritual, from the pelvis up. She tries swallowing faster. 

 

“Fuck, I… I think I’m going to cum!” Sophie tells Venus. 

 

“Do it!” Venus is on the brink of climax as well. “Bring me over!”

 

With that, Sophie releases all control. She lets fate take the wheel and pleasure rush over her. With Venus’ command, she feels the first wave of pleasure start to rise over her. With it comes a blanket of gold energy, identical to that from her dreams, flowing from the idol over her belly and down her legs. She continues swallowing the liquid pouring down her throat and holds tightly onto her own belly. 

 

“It’s happening!” Venus cries out, as Sophie’s vision becomes obscured. As the powerful orgasm rocks them both, they cry out in unison. 

 

Then everything goes black. 

[Lovefatties2]

Chapter 11

 

When she wakes up, Sophie is in bed. She stares up at the ceiling of her new house, the room spinning slightly. A slight vibration rings in her ears, fading into the background. The evening sun threatens to dip beneath the horizon, and is visible from the window. As her body readjusts, almost as if it were recalibrating, she feels the spinning slow to a halt. 

 

Suddenly, she remembers- the ritual, the conclusion, how both she and Venus cried out with joy…She goes to sit up in bed and feels how easy it is to do so. Her body is covered by a heavy comforter. She flings it off and sees that one hundred and fifty pounds of weight have evaporated off of her. The massive mound of a belly has disappeared, replaced by a flat but still squishy surface. Her thighs and arms lost a lot of their size and softness, and Sophie can see the tone of her biceps. Her breasts shrunk and would probably sit comfortably in a B cup, just like in college. 

 

A murmur to her left snaps her out of the trance. She glances over and sees a beautiful black woman, her skin the color of fertile clay, similar to the statuette. She lays on her back, her wavy hair tussled around her head and eyes shut as if she were deep asleep. Sophie reaches out to her, lightly cupping the woman’s chin in her hand. 

 

“Venus?” Sophie softly asks. “Vee?”

 

Suddenly, the woman’s eyes open and she darts up. She throws the comforter off of her and starts stumbling away from Sophie, coughing roughly. Even though she struggles to stand and walk, she manages to move quickly to the master bathroom, before sticking her head under the sink, turning it on and quickly cupping water into her mouth. Sophie follows behind, seeing this play out and rests her hand on Venus’ back. 

 

“Sorry about that…” Venus pulls away from the sink, clearing her throat. “It’s just- my body is waking up for the first time. It’s just kinda… getting used to stuff.”

 

“You know, if you needed water you could’ve asked,” Sophie grins in response. She grabs a robe from a towel hook nearby and drapes it over Venus’ body. As their faces get closer, Sophie looks deep into Venus’ eyes. She’s tired, but still beautiful. Sophie reaches out and kisses her. She feels how soft her lips are, how warm her body is. “It’s so good to see you.”

 

Venus smiles warmly back at Sophie. “It’s good to be here.”

 

“Cmon, let's get you back in bed,” Sophie says, pushing her shoulders into Venus’ armpit and helping her off her knees. They move slowly but carefully, and Sophie helps Venus get back in bed. “Alright, I’ll get you some water. Need anything else?”

 

Venus sits upright against the headboard, grinning, “yeah, could we maybe get something to eat?”

 

“I thought you’d never ask.” Despite losing half her body weight in a single day, Sophie’s urges and hunger remained. “So, I guess this’ll be your first meal in your new body. I think it’s only fair you chose.”

 

A few moments later, Sophie walks up the stairs, arms full of food. She places it all down in front of Venus. “Alright- we got an extra large pepperoni pizza, twenty four buffalo wings, and some garlic knots.” 

 

“Thank you,” Venus quietly responds, still visibly exhausted. She reaches for a slice and bites into it. She seems to struggle as she chews her bite and swallows. 

 

“Everything alright?” Sophie asks. 

 

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine. It’s just… this is the first time I’ve ever eaten. The flavors are really intense. You make it look so easy.”

 

Sophie giggles, taking up two slices in either hand. “Really? This is your first time eating… period?” 

 

“First time eating, first time breathing, first time… living?” Venus stops eating, focusing on her words. “I wouldn’t call what I was experiencing earlier as living. To be frank, before today, I was thought without body, whispers without a mouth. I felt something was wrong, something was missing. I think I spent what must have been years like that, drifting. I started to talk to others. They were like me, and they taught me how things worked, how to get over here. And then I made that statue.”

 

“Oh, the idol! Where’d it go?”

 

Venus points her thumb back at herself. “You’re looking at it, girl.” She bites into her pizza, taking her time to chew and swallow. “When we did the ritual, it got consumed in the process. But if you want another one, I’m sure all we have to do is go online.”

 

“Aw, but it’s not the original…” Sophie whines. “It’s fine. Sure, I may have had some sentimental attachment to it, but now you’re here.” She grabs a wing and bites into it. 

 

“Sophie, I have to thank you.” Venus says, putting down the half eaten crust of her pizza. She looks at her left hand, her palm facing her at first until she turns it over. “Being here still feels so surreal. There were times where it felt like I’d never have a body, and I’d just keep watching the world pass by, intangible to me. But now… everything’s changed. I’ve got a life to live, and I have you to thank. You’ve done so much for me… I don’t know how to begin to repay you.”

 

“Vee… that’s really sweet of you.” Sophie reaches her arm over Venus’ shoulders and hugs her. “I don’t want to ask much of you in this state, but… there is one thing…” Venus nods attentively, and Sophie continues: “Skyler. She doesn’t want to be a part of this, and she wants out. Can you let her go?”

 

“Yes, I can.” Venus replies, her tone more restrained. “But I can’t do it from here. I have to touch her to stop the dreams and to release her. Give her a call, and let her know that she can come by tomorrow morning.”

 

“Thank you, Vee. Do you mind if I call her now? She’s worried about me anyway.” 

 

Venus gives a pleasant nod, picking up a wing and continues eating at a relaxed pace. Sophie picks herself up out of bed, holding her phone and strolls down the staircase. She looks at Skyler’s contact in her phone, nervous excitement burning in her chest. Finally, she works up the courage to hit the Call button and brings the phone to her ear while looking out over the front lawn. 

 

The dial tone chirps. “Sophie?” 

 

“Sky. It’s me.” Sophie responds. 

 

“You’re ok? Did you go through with it? What happened?” Skyler asks rapidly. 

 

“Yes, everything’s fine. It went perfectly. I’m still here, and last I checked I didn’t find any portals to Hell.”

 

“Don’t joke about this shit!” Skyler responds, her tone stern but finding the humor. 

 

“Relax, relax, we’re all good! It happened exactly as planned.”

 

A pause on the other side of the line. “So, she’s here, huh?”

 

“Yeah. She’s here. Tired, but here.”

 

“So, did she really take parts of your body?”

 

“Not parts… but… I lost a lot of weight. Like, exactly half my body weight. The ritual was… something else, and I feel like I’m skin and bones now… but I’m fine.”

 

Skyler processes this quietly. “So… what about me?”

 

“I talked to her about you, how you wanted out. She said she’ll let you go, but she can’t do it remotely. She said she’ll need to touch you to let you go.”

 

“What do you mean she needs to touch me? She can control these dreams remotely, so why not just stop it now?”

 

“I don’t know, I’m not the magic one in this situation.” Sophie chuckles,  “She said this started happening to you because you touched the idol, so she can only stop it with a touch as well. It may just take a handshake or something like that…” 

 

Skyler sighs. “You know… she still creeps me out. But if that’s what it takes, I’ll come by.”

 

“Tomorrow morning. I’ll send you my new address.”

 

“Thanks Soph…” Skyler pauses, unsure of what to say. “When we bumped into each other earlier today, I thought it would be the last time I’d see you. You had me so worried, I was praying all day. I’m just so glad to hear your voice.”

 

“Me too. I’ll see you soon, alright?”

 

“Definitely. Bye, Sophie. I’ll see you in the morning.”

 

“Bye Sky. See you then.” Sophie hung up, crossing her arms. She could sense how much smaller she was by the reduced angle of her arms in the position. Skyler is certainly still pissed, but at least she’s not a brick wall anymore. Sophie sees a path forward to repairing their relationship, as well as fostering one between Skyler and Venus. She takes a deep breath, and turns up the stairs to return to her lover.

[Lovefatties2]

Chapter 12

Skyler struggles out of her sedan, the flesh of her belly pushing against the steering wheel as she grabs the roof of the car and pulls herself up. She inhales sharply, feeling her heart rate rise, before catching her breath. “Is this really the place?” Skyler asks herself, looking up at the house. She was in a nice neighborhood, the kind of place she pictured when she imagined a good school district. Somewhere out of sight, kids are yelling and playing. It doesn’t really seem like the kind of place Sophie would choose, but considering the crazy past few months they both had, Skyler was hardly shocked by anything anymore.

 

She makes her way to the front door and rings the doorbell. She waits a moment, fearing that she came to the wrong house. Then she hears two deadbolts snap unlocked and the door opens to a young woman wearing a supersized T shirt, flowing down towards her knees. Her face looked similar to Sophie’s but lacked the characteristic double chin and chubby cheeks, and she was way too skinny. Skyler was so used to Sophie’s much more chubby form - it took a few seconds for Skyler’s brain to make the connection that this tiny, skinny woman with Sophie’s face was indeed Sophie.

 

Sophie had a big dumb grin on her face. “Hey girl! Come on in.” Her tone was relaxed, as if nothing had happened between the two of them. Skyler follows her in, looking around the entryway as the door closes behind her. “Oh, and please take off your shoes. Carpet’s new.”

 

Skyler complies, and follows Sophie deeper into the house. In the living room, an unfamiliar woman sits watching TV on the couch. She’s wearing a robe and her wavy hair is styled up with a hair clip. She turns around to see Skyler, her face painted with a sly and knowing grin. The expression would have been reassuring, maybe even friendly, on anyone else, but Skyler felt even more uneasy because of it. 

 

“Skyler, meet Venus.” Sophie says, motioning to the new woman. “Venus, meet Skyler.”

 

“I believe we’ve already met.” Venus responds, a cup of coffee in her hand. “Please, have a seat. Are you hungry? Have you eaten yet?”

 

“No, thank you.” Skyler cautiously responds. She sits down on an armchair on the other end of the room from Venus, keen to keep her distance. She was indeed hungry, but kept her guard up around Sophie’s new friend.  Venus’ comment about already meeting rubbed her the wrong way, and she just hoped to get out of there as soon as possible. 

 

“Alright… let’s get down to business.” Venus says, sitting straight on the couch and placing her coffee on the table to her right. “Sophie tells me you’re not particularly interested in my services…”

 

“Your services were more of a curse to me.”

 

“Well, you seem to have enjoyed them pretty well,” Venus playfully comments, glancing down at Skyler’s plump belly. 

 

“Fuck you” is what Skyler wanted to say next. After everything Venus put her through for the past few months, the cocky tone she was taking served not to seduce her but piss her off. But instead of cursing her, Skyler held her tongue and stared Venus down. 

 

“Vee, come on.” Sophie returns from the kitchen, a box of donuts in her hand. She rests her free hand on Venus’ shoulder, who turns up to look at Sophie. “We talked about this last night. Don’t play games with her.”

 

“Right… sorry.” Venus seems more restrained now, maybe even apologetic. “You want out, as I understand. That’s fair, and I don’t blame you. I got what I needed from Sophie, so… I don’t mind letting you go. Even if you’re a hell of a catch.” She rises from the couch, her legs slightly uneasy beneath her. 

 

Venus walks over to Skyler, standing over the chair she’s sitting on. “I’d like to apologize, Skyler. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot, maybe I didn’t make my intentions clear enough. But if you don’t want to be a part of this, I won’t make you.” She holds out her hand to Skyler. 

 

Skyler takes Venus’s hand and shakes it firmly. It feels normal, like a real person’s. Skyler has to remind herself what Venus is, or what she thinks Venus is. 

 

“And with that, it’s settled!” Venus claps her hands, standing in the middle of the room. “No more dreams, no more coupons… you’re free to live your life as you see fit. That being said, I wouldn’t have wanted you to drive out all this way just to say hi and leave. If possible, I’d like to make another deal…”

 

Venus moves to stand next to Sophie, who was sitting on the couch and chewing on a donut while intently listening. “I understand you’re not a fan of the weight you put on because of me. I’d imagine once you get back home, you’re going to squeeze into some yoga pants, hit the gym for a while and start drinking kale smoothies. That’s all fine and good, but I wouldn’t want that luscious fat to go to waste. I’d like to offer you a headstart on your weight loss, and take some of that weight off of your body and put it on ours.”

 

“You can do that?” Sophie asks, her mouth full of donut.  

 

Venus giggles. “Yeah! Trust me, it’ll be a quick and painless procedure. You’ll be out of the door in no time.” Venus cocks her head, looking at Skyler’s body more intently.  “You’re weighing in at two hundred eighty one pounds, so I’d think, if we take off eighty pounds… I’ll get forty, Sophie’ll get forty, and you’ll walk out at a comfy two hundred and one pounds.”

 

Skyler’s expression is painted with surprise, but she hardens herself. “Take one hundred.”

 

“Oh, darling… but a woman without a bit of fluff is like an angel without their wings!”

 

“I’ll have plenty of fluff at one-eighty. One hundred pounds or no deal.”

 

Venus grins at her, her brow tilted down. Part of her is surprised Skyler is brave enough to demand concessions from someone or something she was previously so afraid of. “Fine. Deal.”

 

“So, I guess this is the awkward part…” Venus says. “For me to do this, I’ll need all of us to get naked. Need to properly move things around without clothes getting in the way. Are you ok to start, Skyler?”

 

“Let’s just get this over with.” Skyler stands from the chair. She struggles to pull off her tight yoga pants and peels her hoodie off. By the time she’s done undressing the other two are already naked- their lithe and thin bodies in direct comparison to her own plump and obese form. 

 

“Alright, let’s begin.” Venus says, standing in the middle of the room, her right hand raised. “Please keep your eyes here on my hand. This’ll all be over in a -

 

She snaps her fingers

 

“ - Flash.”  The change felt instantaneous for Skyler and Sophie as they stare at Venus. Her previously flat midsection was bulging out and down, wrapped with several new layers of fat. Her hips, ass and thighs had expanded, exaggerating the pear shape that was already present. Her breasts had swelled up mildly and she stood before them with a cocky grin. 

 

Skyler looked down at herself- the massive belly she walked in with had been reduced to a small roll. Her hips were narrower, and she was taking up less space on the chair she was sitting on. Interestingly, her breasts seemed unchanged, the two heavy orbs felt larger in comparison to the rest of her body.

 

“I didn’t take too much from your titties.” Venus said, reaching for a donut on the coffee table before her. “Just a schmidge to make sure they’re proportional to the-

 

“Thank fucking god!” Sophie exclaims, gripping the fat of her belly intensely. “I was feeling so tiny and frail before… but now it feels like I’ve got my body back! Whew…”

 

Venus sits back down next to Sophie, taking a bite out of her donut. Skyler looks over the two women and feels a flush of unfamiliar arousal; she wasn’t gay, but with the way they both sat there, bellies pushed outwards and fatty flesh squished against the couch - Skyler simply couldn’t look away. 

 

“Anyway,” Venus chuckles. “I guess that’s that. Thank you for the extra weight, we really appreciate it.”

 

“Sure, glad I could help.” Skyler responds nervously. She pulls up her yoga pants, feeling how they almost slide down her legs now. She feels like she’s swimming in the hoodie she walked in with. She hurriedly stands and starts to leave. 

 

“Come back any time, Skyler!” Venus says, looking over her shoulder as she leaves. The door closes behind her, leaving Sophie and Venus alone. Venus had hoped that Skyler would stay a bit longer so she could build more rapport, but her hopes seem dashed for the moment. Sophie doesn’t seem to care that her friend left, shoving what remains of her donut into her mouth and chewing.  

 

“So… now what happens? You’ve got your body, we got some weight on us now, Skyler’s taken care of… I’m guessing you got a plan?” Sophie asks. 

 

Venus chuckles. She starts to get up, planting her knees on the couch and turning to face Sophie. She places a sugary sweet kiss on her lips. “Now, we do whatever we want.”

 

[Lovefatties2]

Chapter 13

Venus laid a towel out on the bed while Sophie placed a sheet cake down on top of it. The cake was massive - designed to feed several people - and was adorned with small flowers of icing. Two big pitchers of gain shake are poured into corresponding funnels - one for Sophie, one for Venus. 

 

“You hungry?” Sophie asks 

 

“Yeah… it’s just looking at all this food… it’s a lot.” Venus replies, a hint of apprehension in her voice.

 

“What, are you scared?” Sophie asks, grabbing Venus’ hip in a low hug. “It’s just some shake and cake. Don’t worry about eating your fill.” She turns to face Venus. “This is about having fun- together. So let’s just make the most of it.” 

 

Sophie makes the first move, kissing Venus tightly while embracing her. Venus reciprocates, moving her hands to rest on Sophie’s back. She’s a bit overwhelmed but in a good way. Twenty four hours ago she was an incorporeal entity, watching Sophie from afar, but now Sophie was front and center and her new body was receiving thousands of new and unique stimuli. Sophie pulls back, reaching for a drawer in the dresser and holds up two wearable vibrators. “You know how these work, right?” Venus nods. “Good… we’ll have to get nice and wet before we put them on…

 

“Sit against the headboard.” Sophie commands. Venus is surprised by the dominant attitude Sophie is displaying, but is more than eager to comply. She moves into position, one of the dangling tubes resting on her shoulder and chest as she watches Sophie crawl into bed. With slowly swaying hips, Sophie crawls closer to Venus, putting the tube in her waiting mouth and starting the flow. It was a slow and comfortable trickle, and Venus gulped it down lazily. She watched with half lidded eyes as Sophie parted her legs and dipped her face down. 

 

Instantly Venus feels the warm wet embrace of Sophie’s tongue. She moves slowly, savoring every movement she took against Venus’ body. Looking around the tube obscuring her vision, Venus could see Sophie lying prone on the bed between her legs, back slightly arched up. She pulled Sophie’s hair deeper into this embrace.

 

“That’ll do,” Sophie coos, before reaching over for the first wearable vibrator. She slips it into her partner effortlessly and flicks it on a dull setting. Venus moans around the tube softly as Sophie does the same to herself. With Venus still under the tube, Sophie turns around, pointing her bottom at Venus in a downwards dog position. She takes a coy look over her shoulder and dips her face into the cake. 

 

Sophie presses her ass against Venus’ expanding belly. Venus reaches down, grabbing both cheeks with her hands, pulling her deeper into this position. Both of their moans are muffled by the matter in their mouths, but they feel the electric pleasure radiating in the room. Venus continues gripping Sophie’s bottom, giving it a soft slap just to see it jiggle. Sophie giggles with a mouth full of cake. 

 

Eventually, Venus gets bored of the shake, turning it off, getting on her hands and knees right next to Sophie, and digging right into the cake next to her. They eat together for a few minutes, not saying a word between each other. Their vibrators softly hum inside of them, fueling their feverish eating. 

 

Cake smears on both of their cheeks and noses as they plunge their faces deep into the cake. Venus starts taking bites of the cake towards the right, and Sophie starts going to the left. Eventually, their mouths are mere centimeters away from each other. They make eye contact and pull each other into a messy, sugary embrace, their sides softly pressing against each other. Their messy kisses mix with the sugar and icing in their mouths in a delectable and devious sensation. With playful force Sophie flips Venus on to her back, surprising her, and climbs atop her. Sophie kisses her sloppily, while gravity presses her body down on top of Venus. 

 

As Sophie adjusts Venus’ vibrator into a new angle, hitting her g spot more intensely, Venus starts whimpering under Sophie’s weight. Eventually, it turns into a moan, and then a loud passionate cry. Venus cums hard, squeezing her legs together while Sophie makes out with her and gropes her body. Eventually the intense wave of pleasure subsides, leaving her breathless and laying back against the bed. 

 

Sophie, on the other hand, is far from satisfied. She clicks the vibrator a setting higher and gets off from on top of Venus. She crawls over before plopping underneath her funnel feeder and hits the valve, starting a deluge of shake cascading down her throat. 

 

“Mmm, you look so damn good when you’re being this greedy,” Venus tells her, seeing the twinkle in her eye. She wipes the icing and cake off of her face, licking it off her hand before starting the crawl to Sophie’s open legs. She clicks off the vibrator and replaces it with her own tongue. Slowly she starts licking up and down, feeling how Sophie pulses on her mouth. She moans quietly, but refuses to stop drinking. 

 

Once Venus started spelling out the alphabet with her tongue, she was only able to reach the letter I for Sophie to finish. With a forceful push of Venus' head down further into her fupa, she nutted hard, the tube remaining in her mouth. In the afterglow Sophie continues sucking on the tube, but Venus shuts off the flow and removes it. 

 

“Hey, I wasn’t done there…” Sophie protests seductively. “You wouldn’t want to see me waste any of those calories, would you?”

 

“Oh, of course not. I just wanted to say, as far as first orgasms go… that would probably be the best possible outcome I could’ve asked for.”

 

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Sophie says, cupping Venus’ chin in her hand. “But… we’re nowhere near done. There’s still a third of that cake, plus I didn’t hear you finish your shake.”

 

“Really?” Venus protests, rubbing her belly. “But Soph, I’m so fucking full…”

 

“You think you’re going to get mega fat by not eating when you’re full?” Sophie chides, patting her bloated belly. “Cmon, sit next to me. We’ve got some hard work ahead of us. We may be 200 pounds now, but that’s nowhere where I want to be.” Sophie pats the spot next to her under the funnel. “We’ve got a lot of eating to do, Vee. Let’s get to it.”

 

Venus moves up, sitting next to her. She lets Sophie guide the tube into her mouth, flicking it on. Sophie does the same to herself, sucking down the substance at a quicker rate than Venus. Sophie flicks on the TV, finding some mindless entertainment for them as the indulgent and debaucherous binge continues. 

 

Author's Note: And with that, Part 1 of Spiral has concluded! I've got another story in the pipe but I'm looking to return to Sophie & Venus' story at a later time. Feel free to make suggestions or comments on where you want the story to go, and I hope you enjoyed this!

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🥵oh. My. God. PLEASE write a part 2