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Chapter 1 “Morning beautiful” Mia half yawned, rolling over to face Noah. He opened an eye and smiled. “You look— “ he began before nuzzling up to her chest “— really nice…” Mia giggled. “Sure.” After a few warm snuggled minutes, Noah lazily slumped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, hand holding Mia’s. “Are you doing your clothes haul review today?” he asked. “I think I heard something arriving this morning.” Mia nodded, kissed him on the forehead before getting out of bed and wrapping her dressing gown around her then heading downstairs to get the parcel. While by no means a popular YouTuber, Mia had gained enough of an audience to garner influencer status. Her slender yet proportionately curvy body complimented virtually any fit and so she frequented publicity packages from popular fashion brands. Today’s package looked particularly enticing. Mia and Noah sat together doing the usual looking through the selection and categorising them into upcoming videos. Brands usually asked for the videos to go out within a certain time. This package needed to be reviewed within the week. They decided this bunch could make up two videos. “This one looks good.” Noah said, holding a tight, revealing looking lace dress up and smiling cheekily at his eye-rolling partner. “‘Course you do” Mia laughed, pressing it against her body. “And it looks like a good fit too.” Noah ran his hands down her curved waist and flat tummy then dipped into the loose front of her jeans. They both enjoyed the feeling of his hands there — he especially enjoyed the after-meal feeling that seemed to make her hips that little more smoother and rounder. He longed for extra tightness. After lunch, Mia began her usual camera setup while Noah tidied the room and opened the garden-facing French windows. The breeze brought a cool summery feeling in and swept Mia’s hair up a little around her shoulders. Noah was heard but behind the camera in most of the videos, but sometimes Mia did Q&As and he would be called in to satisfy fans' calls for his answers on more often than not jokey and awkward questions. Today’s session was both a haul review and Q&A. Mia tried each of the numbers in the pile and Noah went through the selected tweeted questions from their audience. The video was for the most part uneventful, save for a few nosey questions about their relationship. There were always a few of those — fans seemed desperate to get an idea about the rest of this classically charming, hot couple. And after all, the answers drove the comment section and seemed to win the channel boosts in following. At the end of the day's filming, Mia told fans that they were off on holiday the week after “...to a quiet island where we can relax away from our busy lives.” She admitted this without wishing to upset anyone. “We’ll be back soon — promise. I mean we’ve got like 5 hauls coming up to unpack and a live stream too, so we’ll see you for them!” As they packed the equipment back up, Mia began “There’s no gym in—” “In our in-the-middle-of-nowhere beach hut? Noah continued. “Oi you know what I mean! I guess we’ll be walking and swimming a lot huh?” “— Or we could just relax, slow down, lie down…” Noah said as he lay down on the wooden floor imagining the sea lapping up to his toes. “Babe, I’ve a reputation. I’ve gotta keep this up!” Mia rebutted. “You just told your fans that you’re relaxing. Honestly. I’ll cook, get supplies—” “Supplies!?” Mia giggled— “We’re going on holiday, not feeding a village.” She closed the filming stuff cupboard and lay down with Noah, head against his waist. Noah didn’t reply and they lay together peacefully. Chapter 2 Mia and Noah’s flight was set to depart in the late evening. They’d packed nearly all the clothes and essentials. “There’s still like half a suitcase spare.” Mia called to Noah who was in the kitchen sorting out snacks for the trip. “Okay, that’s good!” he called back. “I’ve some extra stuff to pack.” He added all of Mia’s pre-gym shake powder to the kitchen-surface snack pile along with their favourite movie evening nibbles. “Have you got the meal tokens?” Noah asked, as he brought his selection from the kitchen into the living room and began packing it. “I think so, yes” Mia replied as she checked the paper slips. She continued “It says they have themed weeks. I wonder what ours will be?” The booking site had advertised the restaurant as being one of very few eateries on a neighbouring island, just a boat ride away. Each of the few beach huts scattered around the periphery of the island came with a boat which could be used to explore around and visit the neighbouring island. “Do you have your travel card, Mimi?” Noah said as he checked his rucksack. “Mhmm” came Mia’s reply. “Do we really need all those snacks, lovely? I mean that’s quite a lot!” “I’m hungry!” Noah responded, giving Mia his best puppy eyes. “Me too, but hmm...” Mia took his rucksack, grabbed two cookies out of it for them and closed the zip. “I think we’re ready to go”, she half sang excitedly. She changed into some chinos and a loose fitting blue striped shirt, which she always wore when she went on long journeys. — They arrived at the airport with time to spare. The man at the check-in desk scanned their tickets and instructed them to go through security to the waiting lounge. “I didn’t know we got the lounge too!” Mia said excitedly. “Huh — yeah there it is on the ticket, see?” Noah replied. “We’ve got what… 3 ish hours to relax before we board. So much for leaving sooo early!” he teased Mia. “You stop it! You’re lucky you’ve got me being on top of things, if you had organised this, we’d still be packing.” Mia said, trying to be cross. They were both hungry by now. Lucky for them security was a breeze and they were welcomed to a busy, but quiet lounge area where their suitcases were taken and an assistant took them to their own space. “Here”, began the lounge assistant, “is your own booth and you’re more than welcome to grab a meal using our order displays over behind the bar that way or you can use our site.” “Wow… um thanks” Noah said, taken aback by the unexpected luxuries. Mia thanked the lady and put Noah’s bag under the table. “Mind if I hop off to the loo super quick, Noah?” Mia asked, looking around for the directions. “Sure lovely, I think I saw a sign for them that way — see you in a min” he replied pointing towards the way they came in. The lounge was a gentle purple colour, with large glass panels looking out. The lights dazzled in the dimly lit expanse of runways. Noah relaxed back. There was an almost homely cooking smell coming from the restaurant bar. Whilst Mia had headed off, Noah went to the lounge menu site and hungrily ordered a few large plates and refillable drinks. He figured that while it would be quite a bit to eat — maybe a bit much — they were quite hungry and it was free with their lounge pass anyway. Mia returned a few minutes later. “All good?” Noah asked. Mia nodded and sat down. “Yup. On the way back I ordered us some food. Looks really nice. Might’ve gotten a bit much — but it’s the hols right?” Noah had to stifle a giggle. “Mia. I er… ordered a meal for us too.” Mia looked a little worried “Is it too late to —” “Erm…” Noah hinted for Mia to look behind her. “Four big Fantas and coffees?” a waiter smiled at them. “Oh sorry! Is this the wrong—” “No this is us.” Noah replied, a little taken aback by the size of one drink let alone four of them. “It looks like your group has ordered meals already.” the waiter said looking at his tablet. “Yup. They’re almost ready. I can direct the rest of your group here if you’d like?” “I er… no we’ve erm… we’ve told them we’re here.” Mia replied nervously. “Right you are!” he replied, smiling, before leaving their booth. Mia and Noah looked at each other in disbelief. “Well we can’t cancel anything now. They think we’re a group!” Noah whispered finding it hard to contain his excitement. “Yeah… I mean this does look really nice and everything, but it’s quite a lot.” Mia whispered back. Noah saw the waiter disappear completely. “We’ve still got another couple hours, it’s fine. And I’m so hungry.” he said between slurps. Mia tried some of the drink she had ordered “Oh my god this is amazing! Here, try mine lovely!” she replied excitedly. “It’s okay, I’ve got one of them too” Noah giggled. Both had almost forgotten about the meals on the way, having buzzed both their coffees and most of their soft drinks, before the waiter and an accompanying waitress appeared with four very large trays, each loaded with food. “As you’re a group, we thought we’d grab you a few shareables too!” The waiter gleamed, as they put the trays down. “They’re on the house too, of course! Is there anything else we could get you by any chance?” “We... we’re good” Mia stuttered, eyes wide open at the full booth table in front of her. Noah shifted a tray to fit the last of the plates on the table. “I can’t wait til the others see what we ordered for them!” he replied. Mia kicked him under the table. “You’re very welcome”, the waitress said, taking the two empty coffee mugs. She headed out of the booth with her colleague. Noah laughed in disbelief at the array of food in front of him and Mia. There were two triple size pizzas, both with french fries he’d ordered, two deep fried veggie large double stack burgers, each with dumplings, thick potato chips, and cream-dunked sausages. The three shareable dishes included garlic bread chunks, a cheesy Nachos bowl and a plate of 6 medium calzones not to mention a few chocolate crepes and ice-cream for dessert. He felt his boxers tighten. It all seemed a blessing. “Tuck in then” he said with his mouth already half-full. Mia somehow didn’t need inviting. This food looked so good. When else would she get the chance to enjoy such a fancy meal? A half hour of half eating, half chatting passed when Mia’s phone buzzed in her pocket, so she slipped her hand down to get it, but she couldn’t get her fingers in. She looked down and noticed her belly, unusually round under her shirt, pressing out over her waistband. “Hang on a sec.” Noah said whilst chewing. He pressed his hand into Mia’s pocket as she bent over the other way. A little bit of her now tighter shirt came loose from being tucked in and a little stretched belly sprung out towards Noah. He gulped as he handed Mia her phone. “Oh er… sorry… thank you” Mia said, a little embarrassed. She was not used to anything so tight as this. “Oh erm it’s fine..” a red faced Noah blurted, shifting to hide his stiff jeans. The tannoy voice began and Mia picked up their flight number. “Looks like our gate opens soon. We’ve still got an hour though. I… I dunno how I’m gonna eat any more of this. So nice but—” “It’s fine...” Noah interrupted “...have a drink instead.” He gingerly moved his hand to her waist. He did this often but it felt different now, it was giving him butterflies. He let his fingers run towards her distended belly. It was so tight. He rubbed a little. Mia always liked having her tummy rubbed. Noah’s hands always felt amazing gracing her body. But right now she felt a bit humiliated and she was about to edge away a little before she realised it made her feel slightly less full. “Thank you babe” she whispered as she leaned against him. Her arm pressed against his usually slender waist and instead she felt his small but noticeable protruding belly under his jumper. “You too huh?” She giggled, feeling a little more relaxed. Noah’s face reddened and his trousers hardened too. At moments like these it was almost as if she knew.

My name, Reader? Oh, let’s see here … how about Clarice? That’s a nice name, isn’t it? It’s from a movie, apparently, one that the writer of this story particularly likes. So yeah, let’s go with that, let's say that my name is Clarice. And, now that I’ve introduced myself, let’s move on to my appearance. I mean, you need to know what I look like, right? After all, there are so many choices we could make here. I could be tall–all elegant and statuesque, with long, lean legs and a graceful, gazelle-like body–or, I could be short–a cute, petite little thing with a lithe build and a bouncy personality. The options are, if not endless, then at least numerous. But, we need to get this story going, and you need to know what I look like right away, so that you can appreciate as my appearance changes over the course of it. For simplicity's sake, let’s say that I’m a fairly ordinary-looking young woman. I mean, I’m pretty, of course, but not in a supermodel kind of a way. My face is a little too round for that, and, while I’m not that short, I’m nowhere near tall enough. Still, I’m a good-looking girl, if I do say so myself. I have big, beautiful, brown eyes, soft, kissable lips, and a mane of tousled, raven hair that hangs past my pale, porcelain shoulders. And, needless to say, I’m thin. Well, mostly, anyway. I might be carrying a few extra pounds here and there—mainly on my hips and thighs—but my waist is still tapered and tight and my boobs are perky and firm, if, perhaps, a little smaller than I’d like. I’m a beautiful, carefree young woman with a physique that, I don’t mind saying, has turned quite a few heads in its time. But, we both know I won’t stay that way. I mean, that’s why you’re reading this, right? You want me to lose my looks. You want to watch as my once beautiful body turns into a wobbling mass of blubber, as my boobs swell and start to sag, as my flat stomach spreads into a dangling apron, as my tight, shapely buttocks loosen into square slabs of lard, huge, rippling things, covered in soft dents of cellulite. You want to rob me of my figure. And because you want it, that is what’s going to happen, whether I like it or not. Now, since you know what my name is and what I look like, let’s get on to the biggest question of them all: who am I? This is another one that could have an untold number of answers. I mean, where do you even start with this one? How do you go about encapsulating your entire identity in just a sentence or two? Oh Reader, there are so many things I could tell you. I could talk your head off for hours about my favorite book, or how I spend my evenings, but that’s not what you’re here for, that’s not what this story is about. So, let’s get on to the question that really matters here: Who am I to you? Oh yes, Reader, you’re a character in this story just as much as I am. I mean, obviously. Why wouldn’t you be? After all, everything that happens here, to me, will happen because you want it to. So, then, what kind of a relationship do we have? Well, since we need to get this story going, let’s keep things simple between us. Let's just say that I’m your girlfriend and leave it at that. Oh yes, Reader, aren’t you the lucky one. Of all the people in this world that I could’ve gone for, I chose you. I’m not sure I know why myself. There’s just something about you, something I can’t quite put my finger on. I don’t know what it is, but I think you do. You’ve been looking for a girl like me for a long time. And, now that you’ve finally found me, you understand me better than I understand myself. You’ve studied me, and you know that, no matter how I try to hide it, there’s a fat girl inside of me, just waiting to eat her way out. I mean, of course there is, you wouldn’t be spending your time on me otherwise, would you? You can tell from the shape of my body, and from the way my whole face lights up at those rare times when I allow myself a treat. That’s really why I’ve fallen for you, I think. Because, deep down, I’m exactly the sort of weak-willed fatty that you’ve always been looking for. And, because, you’re only too willing to treat me as such, to pamper me and spoil me, to ply me with all that food I won’t even let myself admit that I love, all while letting me be every bit as lazy and useless as I really am. We’ve been dating for a while now, you and I. How we met isn’t really that important, but I’ve been living with you for more than a year now. I’ve even taken you home to see my family once, over the holidays. They took to you right away. And, for your part, I’m sure you were only too happy with what you saw. My dad’s been out of the picture for a long time now. My mother and older sister are the only family I have, and, well, they aren’t exactly a slight and dainty pair of girls. With mom, there’s really no nice way to say it. She’s a huge ball of a woman, with a ripe, round moon of a face, a pair of doughy, drooping, oversized love handles, and a huge, hanging belly. I’ve spent most of my life watching her eat her way from one dress size to another. These days, she’s got to be at least 300 pounds. My sister isn’t quite that big, but she’s not far behind. Last I heard, she was somewhere around 230. But, in my family, we don’t talk about that stuff much. After all, what you refuse to know can’t hurt you. She’s a year older than me, and she’s never been thin—not for as long as I can remember, anyway. She’s spent her whole life as the fat girl, the one with the big belly and the chubby face that people either laugh at or ignore. That’s probably why she’s a bit shy most of the time. I’m ashamed to admit it, but when I was younger—back in middle school, mostly—I used to tease her a lot as well. Over the years, I’ve heard people call her and mom all sorts of things behind their backs and, sometimes, even to their faces. That’s why I’ve always tried so hard not to let myself go. No matter how much I love to eat, I don’t want to end up like them. I don’t want to be the sort of big, greedy pig that people laugh at and make fun of. But, with you around, it’s not like I have much of a choice anymore. You know only too well that, with a bit of effort, you can get me way bigger than either of them will ever be. I’ve already put on more than a few pounds since I met you. My face has started to soften, and I’ve grown just the tiniest hint of a gut. I don’t really think that much about all these new inches I’ve added to my body, though. I mean, it’s natural to put on a bit of weight once you’re in a steady relationship, right? You, on the other hand, rarely think about anything else. You love each and every new pound I’ve put on, but I’m not nearly big enough for you yet. You want me to gain faster, you want to see me struggle to squeeze into my clothes until, finally, I’m forced to go up first one size and then another. And, you know just how to get me there. You’ve been living with me long enough now to have learned of all my little weaknesses, all those foods I just can’t say no to. It’s only too easy for you to surround me with temptation 24/7, knowing full well that, no matter how I try to resist, I’ll always give in soon enough. Especially now that you’ve got me hanging around the house all day, with nothing to do but eat. The thing is, you see, Reader, that before I met you, I never really knew what I wanted to do with my life. I mean, I knew what I was supposed to do, get an education, a job, a man, all that boring normal stuff. But, somehow, that never seemed enough for me. This might make me sound kind of lazy and spoiled, but it always seemed so dull to spend your life just working and studying all the time. My friends usually roll their eyes at me and say that I have my head in the clouds when I talk about stuff like that. And, I guess maybe I do, but I’ve just always wanted something different, you know? Even if I’m not sure what. I think that’s another reason why I like you so much. You never laugh at me when I say stuff like that. You always listen to me, and you can be so sweet about it too. In fact, when I first told you about all this, about how I wasn’t enjoying school and how I felt like, maybe, I needed to find my own direction in life, you were the one to suggest that I take some time off. At first, I was hesitant, but you made it sound like it’d be no big deal. And, in the end, as you were only too aware, it was what I really wanted deep down. Even though I knew it might be a bad idea, and even though my friends tried to warn me off, it just felt so right. I figured if I took some time off, I’d be able to grow into myself, to find out what I really wanted out of life. But, that wasn’t what ended up happening. Yeah, I know. Shocking, right? These last many months, I’ve done nothing but waste my days away on endless Netflix binges. I’ve grown plenty, but more in body than in mind. My boobs, which used to be perky and firm, have started to rest on my belly, which has started to rest on my lap. So, yeah, I might have put on just a little bit of weight. I mean, of course I have. I just sit around in my PJs all day, with nothing to do but eat. If I didn’t have my TV, and all those snacks you keep buying me, I think I might just lose my mind. Luckily, you don’t seem to care that your once spirited and enthusiastic girlfriend has turned into a lazy couch-potato, a tubster who just sits around and eats all day. I mean, why would you? You’re not reading this to see me go on adventures, or struggle to build a life for myself. No, as far as you’re concerned, any time I don’t spend sat on my ass stuffing my face is time wasted. You want me just like this, and, though you’re not ready to be entirely honest about it yet, you don’t mind showing it. If it wasn’t for you, if you hadn’t been so loving and kind, I’d probably have realized what’s happening to me a long time ago. You’ve got such a way of putting me at ease. You love to play with all my little rolls, with the plush and luscious softness of my growing body. Whenever I ask you if you think I’m, maybe, getting a bit chunky, you’re only too quick to assure me that I look just fine the way I am. You make me feel like getting just a bit bigger might not be the end of the world after all. Still, from time to time I can’t help but wonder, you know? Sometimes, I’ll catch a glimpse of myself in a window, or something like that, and it’ll take me a while to realize who I’m even looking at. But, I guess, probably, I’m just catching myself from a bad angle, is all. By the time you’ve had me living with you for a couple of years, I’m nothing like the slim girl I was when I first moved in. I’ve gotten so blissfully lazy and fat, my mind and body both turned to mush by my constant grazing and never-ending TV binges. Oh, you just love to look at me, and to play with all my 200-plus-pounds of delicious fatness. You love every inch you’ve put on me, from my squishy second chin to my sagging gut, from my wide, flabby arms to my broad blubbery backside and my jiggly, cottage cheese thighs. You’re only too happy with how I’m growing, even if I’m less than thrilled myself. I mean, don’t get me wrong here. I love the way you spoil me, the way you keep me lazy, happy, and full. I wouldn’t want it to stop for anything in the world. But, well, I know I’ve gotten fat. I mean, of course I do. I’m the one who has to lug all this weight around. After a while, it gets kind of hard *not* to notice. And, to be honest, though I prefer not to think about it, I’m starting to get a bit worried. I just feel so heavy and tired all the time, you know? My thighs are starting to rub and chafe when I walk, and it takes so little to get me all sweaty and out of breath. It’s like I’m not even in control of my own body anymore. I just don’t feel good about myself in the way I used to. I mean, you know how much pride I’ve always taken in my appearance. Before I met you, I used to love posing in front of the mirror wearing all sort of cute clothes. But now, well, now I can hardly even stand the sight of my own reflection. My face has gotten so round and fleshy that I don’t even look like myself anymore. Sure, my features are the same, but all the familiar contours that they used to sit among are just gone, lost under a pair of ripe cheeks and a swollen second chin. My boobs still look good, though, so long as you squeeze them into a tight-enough bra. So, I guess that’s something. But, next to my huge, dangling belly, which sticks out so much further than my chest and fills out the front of my jeans in a way no stomach ever should, they don’t really stand out. Hell, it’s getting hard to find any cute clothes that fit me anymore. But then, I guess that’s fine by you. So long as I spend my days sitting on my ass and stuffing my face like I’m supposed to, I don’t really need anything all that special to wear. And anyway, it’s not like I really even go outside that much anymore. I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I last saw any of my old friends. I guess we’ve all kind of drifted apart, maybe we just don’t have that much in common, these days. While I’ve been sitting here, turning myself into a human dumpster, they’ve all moved on with their lives, getting jobs and doing all sorts of exciting things. Even if we ignore the fact that I don’t want them to see me like this, I don’t think I really have that much to talk about with them anymore. It’s not like anything exciting ever happens in my life. So yeah, at this point, I don’t really even have a social life. Which is just the way you like it. After all, I’ve got all the friends I need right here at home. I’ve got you, and all my lovely little treats. Anything else would just be a distraction. If I ever get lonely, I can just grab another tub of ice cream to cheer myself up. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have gone on a diet and lost all these pounds ages ago. Or, so I like to tell myself. The thing is, you make it so easy for me to just keep eating. You’re alway spoiling me, making me feel so comfy and safe, like my sloppy, slobbish lifestyle is really no big deal. Still, much as I might want them to, I know things can’t go on like this forever. I’ve already gained so much weight. Further or later, this is gonna have to stop. I’ve tried to talk to you about my weight, to ask if you think that, maybe, I’m starting to get a bit *too* fat. But, you’re always quick to reassure me that I’m just fine the way I am, to tell me, jokingly, that you’d love me even if I was a huge whale of a woman. A thought that I, if I’m honest, find less than reassuring. Still, it’s enough to keep me eating, and, for now, that’ll just have to do. It’s not yet time for you to tell me about your true intentions. If you tried to explain it all now, I just wouldn’t understand. I wouldn’t be able to see how all the things you’re doing to me are really for my own good. You know that, no matter what I may think, I’m better off like this, as a sloppy, hungry fatty with no life outside of food. I wasn’t born to be the kind of girl that all the guys want and all the other girls envy, nor was I born to spend my time accomplishing great things. No, I was always meant for this, for a mediocre and uneventful life of constant idleness and never-ending gluttony. The sooner I accept it and embrace my true nature, the happier I’ll be. So, though I might not understand it yet, you’re really doing me a favor by taking my figure away, by reducing me to the life of passive overconsumption that I was always meant for. Sadly, though, good deeds like yours rarely get the appreciation they deserve. And, much though you might try, you can’t keep me cooped up in here forever. Not yet, anyway. As the holidays roll around, and the two of us head off to visit my family, the time has finally come for me to set foot outside for the first time in many months. Needless to say, my mother and sister, who still remember me as a slight and tiny thing, are more than a little surprised to find that I’ve grown to almost twice my size. They don’t really say much about it, but you can tell just from the looks on their faces when I waddle through the door. The last time they saw me, I’d put on a couple of pounds, sure, but I was still, by far, the thinnest girl in the family. Now, not so much. They soon get over their initial shock, though, and give me a warm welcome, even if my sister can’t help but to tease me a bit about my weight. “Looks like you’re finally catching up with the rest of us,” she says, giving my belly a pat once the two of us have hugged and said our hellos. “Oh please,” I roll my eyes. “It’s not like I’m *that* big.” Though, deep down, I know I am. After that, neither mom nor sis really mention my weight much. You know, stones in glass houses, and all that. We spend our days sitting around eating, talking and watching TV, while you help out with the cooking and dote on all three of us. Mom and sis both seem to really enjoy having you around. It’s almost scary how easy it is for you to get them to like you. All it takes are a few lame jokes, a couple of nice meals, and some innocent flirting. I guess, in the end, they’re every bit the hungry, lazy fatties that I am. And, if there’s one thing you know, it’s how to make hungry, lazy fatties happy. Over the next few weeks, I eat as much as I ever have in my life. Just like at home, I spend my days on the couch, being plied with all sorts of fattening foods. Not just by you now, but by mom as well. How lucky for you that my family is so eager to, unwittingly, help out with all your little plans. By New Year’s, I’m struggling to squeeze into my pants, which were already getting tight by the time I came here. Even my largest, and comfiest pair, my old fat pants, are getting to the point where they can hardly hold me. One evening, as I sit down after having been filled with a particularly huge meal, the button on them goes flying off, leaving me wide-eyed and embarrassed as I sit there with my belly hanging out. That evening, my sister gently suggests that, if I want to, I can borrow a pair of her pants while I’m here. I eagerly agree, and that’s when the truth hits me. No matter how I wiggle, I can’t get her jeans all the way up over my butt. No matter how I pull and tug, I can’t even get the button to close. “Um,” I say, blushing as I turn towards her, “you wouldn’t happen to have something a little bigger lying around?” She looks just as surprised as I am. “No,” she shakes her head, “those are the biggest pair I have.” This can’t be happening. There’s no way I’m fatter than my sister. But then, why can’t I get these damn things on? Once I’ve managed to peel her pants off again, my sister drags me over to the bathroom to find out just how much heavier I’ve gotten. As I stand myself on it, the bathroom scale climbs to a hefty 253. My sister, by comparison, is a skinny 236. “Well, well,” she giggles, playfully pinching one of my love handles, “I guess you’re not the thinnest girl in the family anymore.” I stare down at the scale without a word. This can’t be right. It just can’t be. “We’ll just see about that,” I say, smiling and trying to play the whole thing off as though it’s no big deal. “By the time I see you again next year, I’ll have you eating those words.” “Oh, sure you will,” she smirks, clearly not believing me one bit. I can’t believe how blind I’ve been. How could I have let myself go like this? How could I not have realized that I’d gotten this fat? I’ve been sitting around, stuffing my face and not caring about the consequences for almost two years now, and look what it’s done to me! Well, enough is enough. From now on, I’m going to have to make some changes. From now on, things are going to be different around here. Once the holidays are over and the two of us are back home, I tell you, in no uncertain terms, that I’m going on a diet. That I’m going to lose all this weight and get back to my old, slim self. You don’t seem to take me all that seriously. Though you aren’t mean about it, you make it pretty clear that you don’t think I can do it, and that trying would just be a waste of time. The way you see it, all a diet would do is wear me out and make me miserable. And really, why would I want that when I can just sit around and eat and be happy? After all, you think I’m beautiful just the way I am, you’d love me even if I was a huge whale of a woman. And, since I’m lucky enough to have a man who doesn’t mind me being a hopeless, lazy pig, I might as well take advantage of it. It’s a tempting thought, I can’t deny, but my mind is made up. No matter how much I enjoy it, I can’t continue to live like this. I’ve put on so much weight already. If this goes on, I don’t even want to think about how fat I’ll get. I’m tired of not feeling good about myself, of never finding any cute clothes that fit, of the constant shame that comes with living in this blubbery body. I’m tired of all this weight bearing down on me, of my rolls shifting and brushing against each other with every move I make. And, more than anything, I’m tired of feeling like I’m not in control of my own life anymore. No matter how much I might want to spend my days filling up my old spot on your couch, I just can’t. If I don’t put a stop to this now, I know I never will. I keep on insisting and, finally, you agree to help me. You still think it’s a waste of time, but, if it’s what I really want then, of course, you’ll support me. In fact, I’m surprised at just how supportive you seem. You make so many helpful suggestions and come up with so many good ideas. Soon, we’ve put together a whole plan to help me burn off all this weight. It never occurs to me that you might be setting me up to fail. I love you too much to even consider that you’d do something like that. But you, of course, know that it’s really for my own good. You know what kind of a girl I am, after all. And, more importantly, you know what kind of a story this is. There’s no way any of my attempts to lose weight will ever work, and the sooner I realize that, the happier I’ll be. Much as you’ve predicted, it’s not long before my diet hits its first snag. Not even a day, in fact. The thing is, Reader, that when you’ve been lazy for as long as I have, it isn’t easy to start exercising all of a sudden. But then, I guess you know that already. That’s why you’ve really invited me to go running in the park with you, after all. You aren’t trying to help me lose weight, you just want to see how out of shape you’ve gotten me. And, once we’ve started running, I don’t disappoint. It isn’t long before I start to lose my breath, before the moderate pace you’ve set for us has me huffing and puffing. I can still remember, if only vaguely, that I used to enjoy running once, but, right now, I can’t for the life of me recall what that was like. Now, it just makes my body hurt. My feet are sore and my knees ache something fierce. My shirt keeps sliding up and my slightly too tight sweatpants keep slipping down, putting my jiggling belly on display for all to see. Each slow and awkward step I take sets a quake running through my blubbery body, sending all my rolls and folds bouncing up and down as rivers of sweat run along them. I feel terrible. And, to make everything worse, everybody else I see here is so slim and fit. They seem to run without even the slightest effort, while I lumber along, breathing heavily as I clutch my aching sides. We’ve hardly even been at it for twenty minutes by the time I’m forced to stop. I’m just not built for this sort of thing anymore. You smile surreptitiously as I stand here, hunched over, groaning and gasping for breath, my naked belly dangling in front of me, my worn slacks hugging every dent of my cellulite-riddled ass. After a few moments, you take mercy on me. Putting your hand gently on my back, your fingers sinking into my doughy, sweat-soaked rolls of flab, you guide me to the nearest bench, where I sit myself down, letting out a desperate sigh of relief as I take my weight off my poor, aching ankles. Though I dare not look up, I’m only too aware that we’re being stared at. I know only too well what a spectacle I’ve made of myself. Once you’ve got me off my feet, you give my pillowy shoulder a reassuring pat and tell me to sit tight. Then, you head off, leaving me here with my mouth hanging sluggishly open, my overly ample chest rising and falling as I draw one groaning breath after another. A few minutes later, you turn up again, carrying a cone filled with three scoops of ice cream—cookie dough, mint-chocolate-chip, and strawberry, you know me so well. “A little something to help restore your strength,” you say, “just this once.” I know I should turn it down. There are way more calories in those three scoops than all my running has managed to burn off. If I eat it, my diet will be a complete failure right out of the gate. But, it looks so good, and I feel so tired. I need something to cheer me up. As far as my diet goes, I can always start over again tomorrow. While I greedily fill my mouth with one bite of ice cream after another, the two of us have a talk, and I agree that it might be good for me to start a little slower with this whole exercise thing. For now, having a short walk now and then might be enough. Even if, as you know perfectly well, it won’t help one bit in burning off all this blubber. I’d like to say that my diet continues without a hitch from here on. But, we both know that wouldn’t be true. In fact, it’s just a few weeks before it all goes seriously wrong. I’m just so hungry all the time. You’ve been great about making me all sorts of light and healthy meals, but all that low-calorie, sugar-free stuff just doesn’t fill me up like my old favorites used to. Before I went on this diet, food was my greatest pleasure, the only exciting thing I had in my humdrum life. But, all these salads and carrot sticks you’ve got me eating just don’t give me the same rush that my cookies and chips used to. They just make me feel so empty, like everything is so dreary and dull. It’s not long before I start to crave all my old, guilty pleasures again. You’ve been expecting this, of course. And, you’re only too ready to take advantage of my unbearable appetite. Though you’re subtle about it, you go out of your way to tempt me, filling our home up with all those sugary treats you know I just can’t go without, and, sometimes, even eating stuff like pizza right in front of me, while I’m forced to sit here chewing on my rabbit food, as you call it. Is it any wonder that I start to sneak a little snack from time to time—that, within a few weeks, I’m secretly stuffing my face at every chance I can find? I feel terrible about it, of course. You’ve worked so hard to help me, and here I am, gorging like a greedy pig. I feel so hopeless, so weak and pathetic, but I just can’t seem to stop. When I eat, all my worries just fade away. Sure, by the time I’m done I might feel a little guilty, but that only drives me to glut myself more. A month into my diet, you make me step on our scale—which seems, mysteriously, to have turned up again, after having been missing since just after I moved in—to see how many pounds I’ve lost. I know I haven’t exactly been doing perfectly, but I’m still shocked to find that all my secret little snacks have put a whole four pounds on me over the past month. You try to cheer me up, telling me that, since I’ve been doing everything right so far, you’re sure it’s just a matter of time before all this weight starts melting off my figure. But, of course, that only makes me feel worse. As the second month of my diet wears on, you start to tempt me more and more, until you’ve got me taking one cheat day after another on top of all my secret binges. At the end of it, I’m crushed to find that I’ve put on another six pounds. I feel so out of control. I’ve worked so hard, and yet I just keep getting fatter. You waste no time using my despair against me, turning my little cheat days into week-long feasts. By the end of the third month, when you remind me that it’s time for me to step on the scale again, it takes me a while to remember what you’re even talking about. The display finally settles on a whopping 276 pounds, and I just can’t believe what I’m seeing. There’s no way I could have put on more than ten pounds just over the past month, is there? Have I really been eating that much? Am I really that much of a pig? Standing here, looking at those unbelievable numbers, I just can’t help myself. I start to cry, big fat tears rolling down my big fat cheeks. How could I have let things get this bad? You’re only too quick to comfort me, sitting me down in my old spot on the couch with at tub of ice cream in my lap. As I stuff my face, a stream of my melting dessert dribbles down my chin and mixes with my tears as I bare my heart to you, telling you all about how weak and hopeless I feel, about how I’ve been cheating on my diet and binging behind your back. You listen without judgment, and, for a long time, we just sit there and talk as I eat. By the end of the night, you’ve convinced me to give up on my diet for good. After all, food is what makes me happy. If I try to deny myself, I’ll only end up miserable. And anyway, you love me just the way I am. You love every doughy, drooping inch of my blubbery body. So, even if I had the willpower to lose all this weight, which I don’t, why would I ever want to when I’ve got a partner who’s only too happy to let me sit on my ballooning backside and eat to my heart’s content, a partner who would love me even if I was a huge whale of a woman. This time around, those words sound a lot better than they did before. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to just let myself go? To just sit back and eat as you coddle and care for me. I mean, dieting clearly isn’t for me, and since I can’t keep my figure under control, I might as well just give up on it altogether. That way, I’ll never have to worry about it ever again. Sure, it might not be the healthiest way to live, but it beats feeling bad whenever you happen to have a little too much to eat. It’s not like I was ever going to be a model, or anything like that, anyway, so why should I care if I get a little fat? Having a few extra curves on you is hardly the end of the world, is it now? Next morning, you wake me up with a huge breakfast, bigger than any meal I’ve ever seen. As I take in the sheer amount of food you’ve made me, a huge stack of pancakes drowning in syrup and cream, a plateful of scrambled eggs, and a whole package of bacon dripping with grease, you explain that, what with all that’s happened, I deserve to be spoiled a bit more than usual today. From then until nighttime, you hardly let me leave my bed. You do everything for me, keeping me constantly surrounded with all those irresistible foods that I’ve spent the last three months trying so hard to resist, while I just sit here and eat. Soon, I’ve lost myself completely to my appetite. I can’t believe I could ever even have considered giving all of this up. You watch, smiling fondly, as I gorge like I never have before, eating mindlessly like the greedy pig you always knew me to be. You’ve enjoyed seeing me struggle against my inevitable fate, but you’re glad that that part of our story is over now, especially since that means that we can finally get on to the really good bits.

The woman on the other side of the drive through window – a dumpy girl with a round, freckled face and a bulging belly that strains against her slightly too tight uniform – smiles as she sees me.“Hi there, Lu,” she says, cheerfully, as she hands me one bag of grease-dripping burgers and fries after another, “here you go, just as you ordered.”“Thanks, Rach,” I smile back at her.“So, another feast for ‘her majesty’ then?” she grins. “How big is she these days?”“Trust me,” I roll my eyes, “you don’t want to know.”‘Her majesty’, as Rachel calls her, is my boss: Michaela Douglas. She’s Rachel’s boss too, actually, in so far as her father, Arthur Douglas, owns the restaurant that she manages. I’ve been in her service for many years now, and in that time, she’s changed quite a bit.On the way back to Michaela’s Manhattan apartment, the deliciously greasy aroma of the feast in the seat beside me permeates my car. My free hand drifts to my midriff, to the blubbery belly that rests in my lap. I know I shouldn’t, but I just can’t resist. I reach over and grab myself a cheeseburger. I cram the delicious thing between my lips and moan as it fills my mouth with grease and sauce. It’s not my fault that I’m like this, not really. This stuff wasn’t made to be resisted. The Douglas Food Conglomerate hasn’t cornered so many markets and left so many swollen waistlines in its wake by selling food that one can easily say no to – especially when one is paid partly in meal coupons.Back when she was thin, Michaela used to joke with me about my weight. She would pinch and poke my growing potbelly. “Looks like you’ve had yourself a few too many burgers, again,” she would tease, “you’d better be careful, or you’ll need another new uniform before long.” Somehow, the spoiled brat of a girl had gotten it in her head that the two of us were friends. Every day, she would make me sit down and listen as she complained about her parents, her friends, and anything else that she could think of. She never listened to anything I had to say, of course. But then, I guess that’s just the way it goes. Over time, she had taken to making up “affectionate” nicknames for me. She’d call me “tubby”, or “porkball”, or “lardy Lucia”. It was enough to drive anybody mad. Especially coming from a girl with a body like hers.Back then, Michaela was tall and thin – with sleek thighs, modest curves, and a curtain of silky, flaxen hair that hung to her midriff. She had the sort of tight, shapely figure that only an obscene amount of money can buy, and she didn’t mind dressing to show it off, usually favouring short skirts, high cut tops, and sandals with high heels. Compared to now, I wasn’t even that big back then. But next to her, with my huge, wide butt and my jiggling gut, I still felt like a sack of potatoes that somebody had tried to squeeze into a maid outfit.One evening, when, after a hard day’s work, Michaela had teased me one time too many, I could no longer hold my tongue. As improper as it was, I couldn’t help but to snap at her.“You know what, Miss, if you had to eat that garbage your dad sells every day, you wouldn’t be so thin either.”For a moment, Michaela’s watery blue eyes grew wide with shock, as though she’d just been slapped. Then, her usually pleasant expression turned suddenly stern.“What was that?” she said, in a flat, prying tone.“I’m sorry, Miss,” I blurted in response, my hand flying to my mouth as though, by covering my lips, I could make her unhear the unkind words that’d just escaped them, “that was out of line.”“Yes,” nodded Michaela, “yes it was. But I guess I can overlook it just this once. Still,” she added, her expression returning to normal, her soft, full lips spreading into an ever so slight smile, “I’m disappointed to hear you trot out that old nonsense. I had thought that you were better than that, but I guess you fatties are all the same – all so eager to blame somebody else for your own lack of self-control. If you can’t keep your appetite in check, then that’s hardly our fault. It’s not like anybody is making you eat three double bacon cheeseburgers a day.”“With respect Miss, it’s not that simple,” I objected, sullenly. “You don’t know what that food is like. Once you’ve started eating it just gets so hard to stop. If you’d spent ages eating that stuff, you wouldn’t be able to go without it either, you’d be addicted too.”Michaela rolled her eyes. “Oh sweetie,” she said, patting my chubby cheek, “are you even hearing yourself here? That’s the worst fat girl excuse I’ve ever heard. There’s nothing wrong with our food. Why, I bet I could eat at one of my dad’s restaurants every day for a year without even developing a hint of an addiction. Because, you see, unlike you I have a little something called ‘self-control’.”I frowned, when I’d started working for Michaela, a little over three years ago, I’d been thin and fit, confident and full of energy. Now, I was anything but. I was a plain pudgeball with a huge butt and no life outside of food. As the pounds had piled onto my once curvy frame, any hint of my old self-confidence had evaporated. No matter what she said, I knew it was Michaela’s fault that I’d ended up like this. If I’d never started working for the pampered little teen heiress, I’d still have been slim and pretty. I wouldn’t be spending my days watching TV and grazing on fries as my ass spread beneath me.“Is that so,” I said, a sharp note in my voice. “Then, if it’s alright with you, Miss, I think I’ll take you up on that bet.”“What?” Michaela looked at me, raising one uncomprehending eyebrow.“If you can quit cold turkey after eating at one of your dad’s restaurants every day for a year, I’ll admit that I’m just a hopeless fatty. If not, then I want you to apologise to me.”Michaela hesitated a moment. But, as competitive as she was, I knew there was no way she’d turn me down.“Fine,” she said, having collected herself, “you’re on. This should be easy as pie. But, I’m afraid the stakes here seem a little low to me. So, how about this? If you lose this little bet, I get to film you and livestream you eating off the floor, without even so much as using your hands, just like the little pig you are.”I paused, the idea didn’t exactly appeal to me, but I’d gone too far to back down now.“Fine,” I nodded, “but in that case, if you lose then you, um… then you’ll have to do the same.”“Yeah,” Michaela smirked, “there’s no way that’ll ever happen. Still,” she reached out her hand, “you’ve got yourself a deal.” *** For as long as I’d known her, Michaela’s parents had always kept her on a strict diet. They’d made sure that the only foods she had access to were ones that were light and healthy, ones that wouldn’t induce cravings or add unnecessary inches to her waist. As such, Michaela’s first taste of fast food proved to be quite an experience for her.When she first walked into her father’s restaurant, she made quite an impression. With her lean curves and her designer clothes, she stood out like a sore thumb among the broad, sweatpant-clad bottoms and flabby guts of the other guests.While Michaela took herself a seat in one of the restaurant’s booths, I headed off to place our order.“Is that who I think it is?” said Rachel, glancing surreptitiously towards Michaela as I approached the counter.“Yup,” I nodded and filled her in on our little wager.Back then, Rachel wasn’t yet the quivering ball of a woman that she is now. But, over the year that she’d worked there, the restaurant’s fattening food had already added more than a few pounds to her once slight frame. Her face had softened and her waist had spread into a protruding potbelly and a pair of hanging love handles that oozed over the edge of her pants. Like me, her days as a thin beauty were far behind her.Over the last few months, the two of us had gotten to know each other. We had bonded over burgers and fries as we bitched about our expanding waistlines. Once I’d filled her in on the situation, Rachel was every bit as eager as me to see skinny little Michaela chow down on the food that paid for her easy life.“Hey,” she grinned, “why don’t we add a milkshake to your order. You know, a little something on the house for ‘her highness’ over there.”I nodded eagerly. “Make sure to add some extra fries as well. And why don’t we change her coke from zero to regular?”Once I’d placed her tray before her, Michaela sceptically studied her order, a single cheeseburger and a small bag filled with as many fries as it could possibly hold. Next to mine, it was pathetically tiny. But, even so, it contained way more sugar and empty calories than the spoiled teen usually got in a day.“This looks disgusting, do you really eat this stuff every day?”“Yes Miss,” I nodded. “Now, please enjoy your meal.”After a moment’s hesitation, Michaela unwrapped her burger and took her first bite. As her teeth dug through all that bread, beef and cheese and her mouth filled with grease and sauce, her eyes widened. Swiftly, she took a second bite and then a third. In just a few minutes, she shoved the entire meal in between her full lips, leaving not so much as a single crumb on her tray.“That wasn’t so bad, right?” I asked.“It was alright, I guess,” she shrugged, trying to look as unaffected as she possibly could.As I continued with my own meal, I caught Michaela looking jealously at me as I devoured my far larger burger, dripping with sauce and melted cheese.“Would you like some more? I could get you another cheeseburger if you like?”Michaela hesitated a moment.“Well,” she said, “I guess one more couldn’t do much harm, right? Just this once, I mean.”“Of course not,” I nodded.“And while you’re at it, as long as I’m splurging, could you refill this for me as well?” she added, handing me the milkshake cup she’d just drained.“Of course, Miss,” I said, a smirk on my face as I headed off to fetch my mistress her second helping. *** Over the next few months, as we continued with our daily fast food trips, Michaela’s order gradually started to grow. At first, she would occasionally add another cheeseburger, some extra fries and a milkshake to her child-sized meal. Then, soon enough, she was chowing down on the biggest, most artery-clogging, triple bacon cheese burgers that the place had to offer. Her milkshakes went from an occasional indulgence to a daily treat, and, with some cajoling from me and Rachel, she even started to have herself a regular cup of soft-serve ice cream drenched in chocolate syrup for dessert.Somehow, Michaela hardly even seemed to notice as her daily meal grew into a huge feast. She would sit in her booth, mindlessly stuffing her face as her figure swelled. It’d taken a while for her new diet to catch up with her. But, a few months into out little wager, my once slim and sensuous mistress had gotten noticeably fatter. Her pretty face had turned soft and pudgy, her tight and shapely backside had been covered in a layer of loose, drooping flab, and her once taut tummy had started to poke out of her shirt, turning into a jiggly, bloated muffin-top. The gorgeous goddess of a woman had been transformed into a plain chunkster. An overweight girl who looked more than a little trashy as she walked around with all her fat oozing out of her hopelessly tight designer clothes.Though it was obvious to everybody who saw her, Michaela seemed deep in denial as to the severity of her gain. She knew that she’d gotten bigger, of course, but she seemed to think that it was no big deal. Perhaps she was just overwhelmed by the rapid pace at which she was growing, her body having been hopelessly unprepared for the sort of calorie-rich diet, mostly lacking in actual nutrition, that she was now subjecting it to. Or, perhaps, she assumed that she could lose the weight any time she wanted, without much effort. Either way, she continued to indulge as her body grew heavier and thicker.Four months into her challenge, Michaela had grown to look every bit like a regular customer at one of her father’s restaurants. Her figure had turned sloppy and soft, her once alert and intelligent eyes had grown dull and drowsy.Though I knew it wasn’t very nice of me, I couldn’t help but to be a bit excited at the way my mistress was changing. The haughty, beautiful girl who had made me feel so ugly and pathetic was well on her way to turning into a lazy, obese cow of a woman. Still, even so, I couldn’t help but to worry about her a little. When I’d started her on this challenge, I’d never expected Michaela to change as much or as quickly as she had. Perhaps I hadn’t realised just how vulnerable the sheltered little princess of a girl would be to all the many temptations that the real world had to offer.Michaela’s situation finally came to a head when, one very busy day, after having stuffed an unusually large feast into her bloated belly, she accidentally dropped her purse to the ground as she was about to get up and leave. Without thinking, she bent down to pick it up. The next thing she knew, a large rip sounded from the seat of her pants as the seams finally gave way to her excess flesh, leaving her cellulite-riddled butt bare for all to see.Michaela bolted upright, her belly bouncing as she moved her hands to cover the tear in the back of her favourite jeans. But it was already too late, she’d already embarrassed herself in front of a great number of the restaurant’s regulars and staff. As she hurriedly shuffled out the door, the other patrons did their best to avert their eyes from the unseemly sight.During the drive home, Michaela said very little. She just sat there in the backseat, staring out her window and shovelling down spoonful after spoonful of the extra-large cup of ice cream I’d bought to help cheer her up. *** From that day on, it was a long time before Michaela ever set foot in that restaurant again. Over the next few months, she mostly stopped going outside – preferring to stay home in her ever-shrinking jammies and sweats, busying herself with her huge home cinema system, and stuffing her face with all the take-out that she would have me bring her.Once she’d started to send me out to get her food, Michaela’s appetite soon went completely out of control. After a few months, she would make me head off on as many as four trips a day to her father’s restaurant.The junk food that she was consuming in such quantities was obviously having a huge effect on her. As her body ballooned at an alarming rate, her brain seemed to be rotting away. She could no longer seem to focus properly. She had no energy, no willpower. The once sharp-witted girl was now ruled entirely by her unbearable cravings. The quick rush she got from the calorie-laden goodies manufactured by her family business seemed to be the only thing that could make her happy.In a little less than a year, Michaela Douglas had grown to be all but unrecognisable. Her face was round and fleshy, with ripe cheeks and a wobbling second chin. Her belly stuck out past her boobs and hung down to cover her crotch. Her buttocks had turned to a pair of drooping, shapeless cushions. Her blob-like thighs would rub against each other and force her into an exaggerated waddle whenever she tried to walk.As her body blew up with fat, Michaela slowly stopped teasing me about my weight. She rarely talked much, preferring simply to lose herself in her appetite.With the way she’d isolated herself over the past year, it’d been a long time since Michaela had last seen her parents. The two of them were very busy people. They spent most of their time either working or travelling around the world. As such, they found themselves in for a nasty surprise when, one day, they decided to take their beloved, beautiful daughter out for a fancy dinner.All throughout the evening, the two of them couldn’t stop staring in horror at the soft, doughy belly resting in their daughter’s lap, at the flabby, cushion-like butt cheeks that filled up her seat. As she sat there, poking at the healthy and hideously expensive food that’d once used to make up the majority of her diet, my poor mistress found herself the target of a constant barrage of weight-related criticism, of little digs at her shape and size. By the time I drove her home, she looked as miserable as I’d ever seen her.“Hey, Miss?” I asked, carefully, “how about we go and get ourselves a little snack?”At that, Michaela’s round, flabby face lit up just a little.“Yeah,” she nodded, “that sounds good.”As we pulled into the drive through of her father’s restaurant, we found Rachel waiting on the other side of the window. It’d been a few months since the cheerful fast food worker had last seen Michaela. As such, she found herself more than a bit surprised at just how huge the girl had grown. Her eyes widened at the sight of her. All the while she couldn’t stop staring at the bloated heiress out of the corner of her eye.Michaela tried as best she could to avoid Rachel’s gaze while I ordered her as much food as I thought her stomach could possibly hold. Then, once we’d gotten our meals, I parked the car and watched Michaela devour every last crumb that I’d bought her, eating herself into an agonized food coma. *** Once, finally, a year had passed, Michaela seemed to have forgotten all about our wager. The sedentary ball of a girl started her day in the same way she always did. She called me into her room at eleven o’clock, after she’d just woken up, and ordered me to head off and buy her a huge breakfast.“I’m sorry miss,” I said, “but have you forgotten what day it is?”Michaela stared uncomprehendingly at me for a moment.“We had a bet, remember? If you could stop cold turkey after eating at one of your father’s restaurants for a year, you’d get to film me while I ate off the floor like a pig for you. If not... well, I’m sure you remember. Anyway, it’s been a year now? Are you sure you really want that food? I mean, I certainly wouldn’t mind if you did, but it’s up to you.”As she looked at me, Michaela’s eyes seemed to water at the thought of having to go without all those greasy goodies that had so taken over her life – that had, at this point, come to be her one and only pleasure.“Fine,” she said at length and rolled over in bed. “I guess you’ll just have to make me something then.”“Very well, Miss,” I said, turning to head off to the kitchenAs I started to make Michaela her breakfast, I couldn’t help but to feel a pang of sympathy for her. I’d never meant for this whole thing to go this far. Never, in a million years, had I thought that my mistress would ever let herself get this fat, that she would ever let herself go to this degree. These days, the poor, spoiled brat made for a sad sight.Still, if I was perfectly honest with myself, I didn’t exactly mind having a lazy, out of control butterball for a mistress. In fact, in her current form, Michaela was a lot more pleasant and a lot easier to deal with than she had been when she was haughty and thin. Now, that she spent her days in her room, lazing about and stuffing her face, I had a lot more free-time. And, since I’d become her one and only source of human contact, and of the fatty foods she craved, she’d long since stopped making fun of me. At this point, she was at least sixty pounds heavier than I’d ever been, so she couldn’t exactly get away with calling me fat anymore.In the end, I very much preferred Michaela as she was. In fact, I thought she could probably do to put on a few pounds more. Still, even so, I felt like I at least owed my mistress a fair chance. As such, I made her a healthy, low calorie meal that was as filling as it possibly could be.Once I’d served it to her, Michaela ate her food without much pleasure. Whether or not it filled her, it didn’t give her the rush that she’d come to depend on. The healthy food that’d once used to satisfy her now left her hopelessly miserable.A few hours after I’d served her breakfast, I could hear the floorboards creak under Michaela’s feet. I watched from the shadows as, with her fat bulging out of her hopelessly undersized sweats, she snuck out the front door of her apartment and headed off out into the city. About half an hour later, Rachel sent me a short video on her phone. It showed Michaela sitting in her old booth, her bare belly resting in her lap as she stuffed one handful of fries after another into her fat, food-smeared face. *** The next day, Michaela was awoken by the wonderful scent of all those fatty foods that she’d so come to love. Sitting herself up in bed with a big grin on her face, she opened her eyes. Her smile swiftly faded. On the floor before her, lay a huge feast. A trough filled with fast food, enough to fill even her oversized stomach. “I believe we had a deal,” I said.“But, but,” she protested, her lip wobbling, “I haven’t had a single bite of fast food since the day before yesterday.”“Is that so?” I said, turning on Michaela’s tv to show her the video Rachel had recorded yesterday.At that, Michaela deflated.“Do, I really have to do this?” she asked, pathetically.“Well,” I shrugged, “this whole thing was your idea. So, yeah, you kinda do. If you want your food, you’ll have to get it from the trough.”Michaela hesitated a moment. She just sat there, staring at all that food – her eyes filling with tears as her mouth watered. Finally, she pushed her covers aside and got down on all fours. As she did so, I pushed a button on her TV, switching the channel to a live feed from the camera that I’d set up to record her.At first, Michaela seemed to hesitate as she dug her face into all that junk. But soon, her appetite took over. Once she was a few minutes into her feast, the 260-pound porkball hardly seemed to be aware of what was going on around her. Her belly, which had slipped out of her pants, dangled to and fro as she gorged. With her face shoved into her feed and her pink flesh oozing out of her undersized jammies, she really did look every bit like an overfed pig.By the time she’d had every last crumb that she could take, she rolled over on her side. Her gaze was glassy and dull, her chin smeared in grease and sauce. She let out a loud groan as she rubbed her painfully stretched stomach.In the five years since, it’s gotten harder and harder to carry all this food from the garage up to Michaela’s penthouse, especially as I’ve put on a few pounds myself since this whole thing started. In all that time, very little has happened in the life of my young mistress. Her father, embarrassed by what she has turned herself into, has all but ordered me to hide her away from public view, to make sure that she never strays from her room and never shows her face outside. Michaela hardly minds, of course. At this point, she doesn’t really want to do anything but to sit around and eat. She’s happiest as she is, sealed off in her own little world, with a constant supply of food to munch on.Tired from the walk in through her massive and mostly abandoned penthouse, I enter her room. Or, rather, her pen, as I’ve come to think of it. Michaela looks drowsily up at me. Her chin rests on a swollen cushion of her own fat. Her features have sunken so far between her plush cheeks that her flab has come to entirely define her face. At this point, the pale, naked blob of loose dough spread out on the bed before me is hardly recognisable as the woman she once was. Her fat has robbed her of any shape she once had.These days, my mistress can only move with great effort. She can no longer get out of bed on her own, and she relies on my help to wash and take care of her. Most of the time, her fat keeps her trapped on her mattress. Her room could probably stand to be cleaned, but I have to admit that I enjoy seeing her like this – surrounded by the crumbs and empty wrappers from her latest feast.Sitting down on the side of her bed, I stroke her massive beanbag of a belly and feel as her soft flesh yields to my fingers.“Good morning, Miss,” I smile and give her flab a little slap, setting off ripples through the rolls of her body. “I’ve brought you your breakfast.”Michaela raises her eyes just a little, glancing with obvious longing towards the many bags of greasy fast food that I’ve placed by the side of her bed. Then, she leans back and opens her mouth.“Good girl,” I say and stuff her first burger of the day in between her lips. “You’ve got a lot of food to get through today, so you’d better start chewing.”Michaela doesn’t answer me. She just keeps on eating, adding even more calories to her obese body. A body built by the very food that has bought the hopeless blob of a girl her comfortable life.

Evil Stepmother(Redux)BBW, XWG, DarkAs Sara stood there in the hot shower lathering soap all over her body, she felt every inch of her massive weight gain. Her large breasts, her thick thighs that touched almost all the way to her knees, her bloated flabby belly hanging down heavily, and her widened butt all felt so soft and equally engorged with her unintended gluttony. She stood there toweling off from her shower when she realized she forgot her clothes in her room. Embarrassed of her weight and fearing more humiliation from Evelyn she sat in the bathroom and thought of what lead her to this grief.It was not more than a year ago Sara was out of a job and dropped out of college due to lack of money, she moved in with her father(Jim) and stepmother(Evelyn). Sara was always a perky and happy person in school, but after living with Evelyn and her strict rules her happiness was replaced with sadness and her perky nature with a somber reflection of her past life. Sara had to do what Evelyn said if she didn't her father would find out about all kinds of lies and failures Evelyn would make up. Jim usually believed Evelyn as his trust of Sara was broken by many failures at college and a few lies from Evelyn. Months of rules and threats lead to punishments of forced feeding and humiliations of Sara’s weight by Evelyn, and all that lead up to her current slump.Her memories of the past where cut short by a banging of the door and Evelyn's voice “Don't use all the water again fatty.”Sara cringed as the door swung wide open and Evelyn burst in with a look of disgust on her face ”Oh damn Sara did you get up last night and eat us out of food again you look bigger then ever” Evelyn said standing Sara up and grabbing her large belly rolls shaking them. She walked around Sara pinching and grasping her body all over till finally she pushed Sara over to the scale.A look of dread came across Sara as she neared the scale it was her least favorite part of the humiliation she endured ”On the scale piggy lets see how much my prized hog weighs” Evelyn demanded pushing Sara unto the scale. The scale counted up till it reached 298lbs Sara could not see the numbers without looking over her belly and she knew Evelyn did not want her to see ”Well piggy looks like your almost fit for market!” Evelyn said typing something into her phone then slapping Sara on the butt. “Get dressed you great big flabby butterball nobody wants to see you naked...Run! Piggy! Run!” Evelyn demanded slapping Sara on the butt again. Sara ran into her room thunderous steps echoing thru the house by the time she got down the hall she was out of breath.“Damn her” Sara said under her breath safely in her room. Sara got dressed and sat in her room playing on her laptop for a few hours till she felt horrible hungry. Looking down at her bloated engorged body she tried to just sit there and ignore her hunger. Suddenly as if on cue a wonderful banquet of food smells filled the house, and Sara's willpower melted she stood up and began to sneak downstairs in her jammies(stretched out sweatpants and a white tank that barely covered her belly). Her steps were far from quiet at her weight it was hard to waddle around and not make all kinds of racket.“Hmmm as I planned lets see how long you can hold out piggy” Evelyn whispered to herself finishing up on the banquet of food she just prepared some of it laced with appetite stimulants. Sara arrived in the kitchen to see the table loaded with food and drinks as if made for 6 people, her stomach rumbled loudly.“Ah I see you have found my feast, well its not for you fat piggy its for some guests that are coming over, so control you raging hunger for a few hours” Evelyn said turning to see Sara come into the kitchen.“What am I supposed to eat that looks like all the food?” Sara asked sheepishly looking at the banquet of food her stomach rumbling again even louder. Evelyn left the room without another word she ducked around a corner and waited for some eating noises. Sara looked around the kitchen and found there was literally no more food in the house. Turning to the table she stared at it licking her lips, she looked around to see if Evelyn is gone. Slowly Sara walked towards the table, her heart began to race, she licked her lips in anticipation, looking about she began eating the foods she was sure wouldn't be missed.As Sara was going to stop and walk away Evelyn came into the room suddenly “Ah Ha I knew you could not resist a tasty feast you blubbery pig, well if your gonna eat you might as well eat ALL OF IT!!” Evelyn said angrily forcing Sara into a chair and began shoving food into her face. Sara tried to resist but she knew it would be worse if she did slowly she began to eat and eat, the forced feast was obviously more then she intended to have for breakfast. Evelyn enjoyed ever moment of it her control of Sara was slowly becoming more absolute she could make Sara as fat and helpless as she wanted. Evelyn always hated Sara when she first met her thin beautiful body, being beautiful herself Evelyn was always jealous of anyone she thought was better looking then her. She stuffed Sara till the whole feast was gone every last crumb, sitting there too full to move Sara was exhausted and bloated.“There piggy you got everything you wanted now rest up lunch is on its way soon” Evelyn said rubbing Sara's overstuffed belly. “Don't worry it will be as big as breakfast too so there will be plenty for your piggy belly to enjoy” Evelyn said whispering in Sara's ear and patting her belly lightly. With those few enjoyable moments gone Evelyn snapped a few pics of Sara from different angles adding “There now your father has proof of how much you are abusing his generosity with your gluttony!”“What...No please...I will do...as you ask Evelyn...just don't tell dad!” Sara said gasping for breath while sliding her now tight sweatpants under her stuffed belly and lifting her shirt over it. “Oh please...don't tell him Evelyn...I will do whatever you tell me no questions or resistance!” Sara pleaded still a bit out of breath rubbing her exposed, overstuffed belly.“Anything huh” Evelyn thought for a moment building tension “Oh piggy we are gonna have so much fun with you!” After those words Evelyn called an Asian cuisine place and order a massive lunch for delivery. “Well lunch will be here in a several hours lets let that breakfast turn into fat shall we piggy” Evelyn patted Sara's belly a few more times and left the room.“Oh what have I done this is gonna be terrible for my figure I will never get in shape or find any men with that witch fattening me like some hog in a fair” Sara whispered to herself rubbing her engorged belly. Sara slowly realized she was powerless to stop it too with all her money and lively hood coming from her father, she was at Evelyn's mercy and that thought made her heart sink.Evelyn did not let up either she was if anything more determined that ever to fatten Sara to near immobility. After a few more months of nearly constant feasts and humiliation Sara looked no longer like a thin beauty, and more like someone who has absolutely no control around food at all. Her life was controlled so completely by food she nearly constantly thought of it and forgot completely how to eat reasonable portions of food. Sara now looked at herself after showering and examined the damage of one full year under Evelyn's forceful stuffing: her breasts where at least EE cup and hung to the sides of her massive belly which hung more then halfway down her thick thighs that now are touching all the way to her knees and rolling over, her butt is now so wide it was hard to clear doors without waddling thru them sideways. Evelyn finally stopped forcing herself upon Sara, but it was too late Sara had become all to accustomed to stuffing herself like crazy everyday. Whenever Sara would stop or try her massive belly and engorged body would tell her it felt horrible hungry and she would gorge even more then she intended to not eat. This cycle was left unbroken for so long Sara had completely forgotten about anything else her old life, finding a boyfriend, living her dreams, now all she cared about was satisfying her gluttony.“Hmm good job” Evelyn said quietly watching Sara gorge herself in the kitchen “One less person more beautiful then me and now who else could be roped into my clutches...” Evil Stepmother II Evelyn had destroyed Sara's will and fattened her to such massive proportions that there was no way Sara would ever be skinny again. Sara was now close to 500 pounds at her small height the weight made her more round then tall, she had trouble clearing doorways with her bulging flab, her gut so large it covers her lap sitting or standing, her breasts so large she looked like pumpkins were under her shirt, her hips and rear so wide she had to walk thru most doors sideways and even then she still touched the frame, her legs so massive they looked like sausages ready to explode.Evelyn was not satisfied though her desire to fatten someone grew as Sara did. She needed someone else who's figure she could expand. Looking thru Sara's phone as she gorged herself Evelyn found someone who just might fit, Sara's old friend from college who was also down on her luck and owed a lot of money to a lot of people. A quick few phone calls later she had finances setup to cover the plan she had in mind.Fiona was in debt so badly she would do anything to fix it all, and she had no idea how she would even start. Luckily for Fiona a phone call was made to her from Sara's phone, but it wasn't Sara it was Evelyn.“Sara tells me you might be in a tight spot financially” Evelyn says with an evil grin watching Sara rub her bloated overstuffed gut.“Yea I am can you help me a little help would be fine but if you can help me get outta debt I will repay you however I can” Fiona says desperate to eliminate this debt.“Anything huh... I might just have something in mind you could help with, but it will require you to live here with me and Sara to help around the place is that ok” Evelyn said hoping she had her in her grasp.“Really oh that would be great I just lost my job though are you sure I can pay off my debt helping you this way” Fiona asked hoping with all her might that this was gonna work.Evelyn just smiled the largest evil smile she could muster as she patted Sara's bloated gut “Yes that is fine without a job you will be able to help out around here more let me text you the address go ahead and bring all your things here as soon as you can I will take care of all those other expenses and your debt slowly of course I don't have the money for all of it at once” Evelyn lied she did have all the money set aside from her massive investments and financial mastery.“Oh thanks you so much this means the world to me” Fiona said starting to pack her things up to leave. Fiona had little possessions almost no furniture and an air mattress. It took her little time to pack up all her things and start making her way to Evelyn and Sara. She hoped this would fix all her problems and debt, what she didn't know was Evelyn had other plans.A day or so later Fiona arrived at the door of her new home for the time being knocking happily. Evelyn opened the door and let her new guest in showing her to the kitchen where a meal awaited.“Come let us eat my dear a good meal in your new home to celebrate, and there is the simple matter of signing this contract for your employment here” Evelyn said handing her a paper and pen.“Oh that's fine I assumed there would be some employment contract of sorts, what kind of work would I be doing” Fiona asked signing the paper without reading it then handing it to Evelyn.“Cooking and cleaning up after Sara eats it gets messy in here and I just can't clean it all by myself” Evelyn said putting the contract in a yellow envelope. “Now stand up here real quick for a photo I want to make sure we have that for our records” Evelyn took a picture of Fiona's profile.“Oh is Sara here now” Fiona questioned after the photo. “I was hoping to catch up on things and see how she has been”“No Sara is busy I am sure she will be here when you are eventually” Evelyn lied knowing very well Sara is locked up in the basement being force fed a very large weight gain milkshake. “Mostly I will be having you clean up around the place Sara has changed dramatically since she dropped out of college you maybe surprised when you see her” Evelyn said with a concerned look on her face.“Sara? Different I will believe it when I see it she was so bubbly and happy before I doubt she could have changed that much” Fiona said while eating the meal, for some reason the more she ate the hungrier she became. “Excuse me I must be hungry today” Fiona said appologizing for her gluttony.“Don't say I didn't warn you my dear, and you help yourself to as much as you want while your here I am very well to do and as part of your contract you are given free meals and as many snacks as you want” Evelyn said pushing food toward Fiona smiling.“Oh ok that is good cause apparently I am starving right now” Fiona said happily eating more of the food on the table. Before she knew it Fiona had eaten all the food on the table and was still hungry.“I hate to be rude but do you have more food I am actually still hungry” Fiona asked sheepishly.“Sure my dear right thru here” Evelyn said guiding Fiona thru a small doorway and down some stairs. “I am going to close the door behind us my dear its temperature controlled down here” Evelyn mentioned kindly opening a heavy looking metal door.“Wow is this a giant fridge that is awesome” Fiona said looking around the giant room filled with tons of shelves and more food then a family of 6 would need in a month.“Yes actually it is not a fridge though more a storage room Sara likes to eat a lot and I need to be well stocked” Evelyn said leading her down an isle of food. To a large sturdy table surrounded by several odd looking wide chairs. “Ignore the hardware on the chairs they are more for decoration I bought them from an antique dealer online and he never mentioned this stuff” Evelyn said referring to the cuffs sturdily attached to the arms and legs of the chair.“I wonder what they were used for” Fiona asked looking at them curiously.“I know what I am going to use them for” as she said this Evelyn rushed toward Fiona pushing her into the chair and quickly cuffing her arms and legs in it. “Now if you had read the fine print of your contract my dear you would have realized I will only financially let you go after you have worked for me for 1 whole year, and in that year have also gained 300 pounds or more” Evelyn said smiling while tightening up the cuffs and attaching the head restraint. “Don't worry I intend it to be much more then 300...Sara my dear you have a friend” Evelyn said walking thru some isles.“You crazy bitch what the hell do you think I am gonna eat till I am a giant blubbery fat ass” Fiona yelled struggling only to realize the chair is bolted to the floor, and she is too weak to break the cuffs. “I am not eating...one...more...thing...” Fiona trailed off as waddling toward her is Sara now a massive version of her former self, a look of defeat firmly on Sara's face.“My dear what makes you think your going to be able to stop me” Evelyn said patting Sara's massive gut. “I assure you that for every bite you don't eat that I am feeding you Sara will have to eat it on top of her normal food, now you tell me how much more food is poor Sara going to have to stuff in here” Evelyn said rubbing Sara's gut.“My god Sara...I don't want her to eat any more then she has to...I will do as you ask” Fiona said in defeat still staring at Sara.“Well then that is good news for you isn't it my piggy” Evelyn said sitting Sara in the opposite chair. “Now ladies lets get lunch ready shall we, poor Sara here has not eaten in 5 whole minutes” Evelyn said cuffing Sarah into the chair and walking toward the massive stores of shelves.“Sara I don't know what happened to you but we should try to escape together” Fiona whispered looking at the sorrow in Sara's eyes.“There is no escape from Evelyn not with all this flab I can barely walk Fiona let alone get away from her grasp, besides even if we escape my livelihood is dependent on Evelyn's opinion of me” Sara said looking at her friend dejectedly.“Ah here we go my piggies a nice feast to start things off right” Evelyn said pushing a heavily loaded cart full of food toward them. “Sara this will just be an appetizer to your piggy gut, but Fiona this will be a great feast to you” Evelyn said looking at them both and loading the foods unto the table.“Why are you doing this to me I...” Fiona asked but was cut short by food stuffed into her mouth.However Fiona never got an answer just more food, and every time she tried to talk more food was shoved into her face. A few times she refused to eat only to find that Sara would get teased and humiliated, then forced to eat a plate of food. This torture was not new to Sara, but to Fiona it just encouraged her to cooperate even more. The day passed and both Sara and Fiona were strapped to the chairs most of the day and force fed so much even Sara was overstuffed. Half way thru the day long feast Evelyn unstrapped Sara just to prove her dominance over her was complete. Fiona just watched in horror as Sara never left the table and just sat there stuffing her own face full of food. By the evening both of them were engorged and sleepy from the forced feasting. Fiona was too full to try to escape and was in some sort of torpor from all the food, in reality she was drugged with sleep aids in the last few bits of her feast.A few moments later Fiona fell fast asleep, and Evelyn forced Sara to take her to the punishment room. The punishment room was a large comfy bed, in a dark windowless room an attached bathroom and a door specially made to look like part of the wall. The room could be gassed with sleeping agents before people entered, and was monitored thru hidden cameras and microphones. It also was equipped with ports and shelves for inserting food secretly into the room. Fiona slept for a long time her before she awoke, a bloating sensation in her gut and the smell of fresh food. She saw around her many shelves loaded with food, a large TV showing Sara sitting at a table of food eating, and a large doorway leading to a dimly lit bathroom.“Awake I see good now here is the deal yesterday was just a sample of what will happen if you don't do what I say regularly” Evelyn's voice was heard seemingly from everywhere. “You will notice food in this room all nice and hot ready for you to eat you have 2 hours if its not all gone by then Sara will get double her normal food for today and that is a lot of food” Evelyn taunted.“Double her normal food, ok fine I will do what I can” Fiona said moving toward the food. “What if I can't finish all this food” Fiona said quickly before she started eating.“Then Sara gets double her normal food for all of today, and let me say this again if you don't eat all of the next few meals as well I will double her food again for each meal it will get doubled” Evelyn said a smile could even be heard in her words.“mmm okmm I willmm” Fiona said in between bites. Fiona struggled to get it all in her stomach there was way to much food, and she was kind of full from yesterday still. Her best efforts was sadly to her not enough and some food remained uneaten.“Ah ha not enough room huh too bad for Sara now I will have to double her food for today” Evelyn said smiling. “I hope you can eat lunch or Sara gets double on double and if you don't have enough room for dinner she gets double on double on double” Evelyn said evil smile on her face looking at Sara.“I..ugh...don't know if I can do this is there any way to be more hungry a pill or something” Fiona said desperate to help Sara from gaining even more weight.“Hmmm I do have these nice shakes I could give you they work wonders for making someone hungry, they helped Sara early on I could give them to you maybe even a double dose...but in order for me to do that you would have to take the double food I was going to give Sara is that a deal” Evelyn gleamed at the mentioning of this.“Sure anything to prevent Sara from eating more” Fiona pleaded.“Ok that works for today, but everyday the first meal you eat must be eaten without the shake and if you can't finish it then I double Sara's food unless you accept a shake then your food is doubled instead of Sara's that is how it will work from now on” Evelyn said this as she mixed up one of her shakes loaded with appetite stimulants. Setting the shake on a shelf in the room “This will get you thru today hopefully... if you need another one for dinner let me know, but if you ask for one for dinner then I give you double dessert before bed.”All this was intense for Fiona she took some time looking into the shake thinking, but ultimately decided to drink it for Sara. The next month went the same as the first day and everyday was more onslaught of food then the last. Fiona was terrible at this she soon began asking for one before supper and suffered thru double desserts for the second month again for Sara. In her mind she was being noble and getting fatter so Sara didn't have too. In reality Sara's broken will and out of control gluttony caused weight gain way more then Fiona realized.With her new piggy locked away from the world Evelyn was able to concentrate on making the house bigger and more comfortable for Sara to get around. Many construction projects later the house was made to hold several large people and the floors reenforced to allow for much more weight to be wandering on them. Evelyn has planned on even Fiona's will breaking at some point and then she would have two piggies to lord her beauty over. Fiona after two months of gorging herself had gained a decent amount going from 135lbs to 187lbs, her flat abs slightly covered by soft flab, her small breasts filling out her bra a bit, her hips taking more of the weight making her pants and panties to small rather quickly, her thighs quickly became softer and jiggly. To Fiona this was fast becoming a nightmare her figure disappearing quickly under a layer of flab and the amount of food she was being forced to eat growing by the day.Many more months passed and after each one Fiona needed the shakes more and more to keep Sara from eating more. With Evelyn in command of her meals and Sara's Fiona soon realized this may never end. To add salt to the wound of her situation Evelyn also told Fiona that if she didn't cooperate she would have her arrested for multitude of crimes she faked photos of and evidence. Upon hearing that Fiona soon realized there was no escape from Evelyn even if she ran away Evelyn could still hurt her badly. These months brought with them much sorrow for Fiona and, her weight rocketed from 187lbs to 259lbs, her stomach now bulging with rolls, her small breasts expanding to an average size, her hips becoming massive making her rear wide enough force her to waddle, her thighs expanding so fast they now touch almost all the way to her knees.Evelyn did not stop she tormented Fiona with her financial burdens and with Sara's weight nearly constantly. Before long a year had passed since Fiona was imprisoned here by Evelyn, and it was at this time Fiona was allowed to walk around the house. Her room she was imprisoned to became her room in the house all the equipment and surveillance removed, as part of another deal involving more food. Fiona could no longer think of leaving her will was broken a year under Evelyn and she had no will to fight anymore. Sara was not free from costs either her weight grew despite Fiona's efforts, because of Sara's own gluttony. Sara's gluttony left her much larger then she was at now 615lbs she was so large standing and walking required assistance, her weight went from 500lbs to 615lbs, her massive gut now covered her knees standing and sitting, her breasts looked like watermelons hanging from her chest, her hips and rear so wide she could cover a person with each cheek and could use no less then two chairs every time she sat down, her legs so massive her cankles hung over her feet. Fiona was not far behind Sara, her weight shot up from 259lbs to 468lbs, her bulging gut now hanging in her lap, her breasts filling in some of Sara's old D cup bras, her hips and rear so massive they matched Sara's in size she had to waddle thru doors sideways and needed two chairs when she sat down as well, her legs also were as big as Sara's bulging over her kneecaps and hanging over her feet.“Excellent work Fiona I appreciate your help, but your not going anywhere” Evelyn said caressing Fiona's massive rear then patting it.“Yes Evelyn I will stay and help your correct” Fiona said her will long gone many hundred pounds ago with her ability to escape. Evil Stepmother IIIEvelyn laughed evilly as Fiona and Sara sat in her new massive kitchen rubbing their bloated bellies. One of many feasts that day in celebration of another 'guest' in the house. The guest was another person Sara knew this time it was someone Sara hated a former cheerleader captain an Korean woman named Jun Myeong.Jun was a slender and beautiful person by any bodies standards her figure and beauty has gotten her anything she wanted till a few months ago. Jun had a part time job at a local bakery, and a full time job leeching money and free food off anyone she could using her charms and beauty. She regularly went to the gym almost always as someones guest. Recently however she lost her job at the bakery after a customer complained about her being rude to them. Strangely all her usual 'helpers' stopped talking to her as well leaving her with literally nothing but a few changes of clothes, and a bit of makeup. As if on cue Evelyn showed up at that very moment a wicked grin on her face.“I think I can help you my dear a beautiful thing like yourself shouldn't be poor I saw them fire you at the bakery let me help” Evelyn said a concerning look on her face.“Y-You saw that oh it was so embarrassing please any help you can offer would be great right now” Jun said laying on the tears real thick some real most faked tears.“There there my dear don't dry it doesn't suit your beautiful face” Evelyn said wiping tears from Jun's face “lets get you back to my place and get some food in you” Evelyn said looking into her eyes and smiling.“Ok that would be great” Jun said perking right up wiping the rest of the tears from her eyes “You don't also happen to have a place to stay tonight maybe a couch?” Jun said gathering her things while standing.“Of course I do my dear I have a spare room for guests” Evelyn said with a wicked grin on her face.They left rather quickly and headed to Evelyn's place Jun was shocked that it was so massive and elaborate. Hoping for a new income source Jun looked about the place and acted curious about all the decorations. Evelyn fed into her curiosity knowing that it was a game and playing along the part of the rich helpful lady. Sara and Fiona were gorging themselves a forced feast in the basement chained to some chairs while all this happened. Evelyn happily showed off her wealth to Jun and eventually led her to the massive kitchen.“Please my dear you must be hungry eat won't you” Evelyn said offering some lean appearing pasta to Jun.“Oh thank you your kindness is much appreciated” Jun lied checking the food to see if it was lean a quick glance was all she needed before she started eating.“All that embarrassment deserves a drink I think don't you” Evelyn said pouring Jun a harmless looking glass of wine.“Oh thank you how did you know wine was my favorite” Jun responded rather shocked she was being offered expensive wine nearly right away.“I can see a fellow wine aficionado from a mile away my dear” Evelyn said with confidence and a smirk.The food and small talk continued eventually it was late in the day and Jun was rather sleepy from all the wine and the feast of 'lean' pasta. Evelyn lead her to a room upstairs that had its own bathroom and was lavishly decorated. Leaving her 'guest' to sleep Evelyn went to her security room and waited till Jun was fast asleep. Creeping into the room with stealth of a ninja Evelyn gassed Jun while she slept with a large dose of powerful anesthetic. Then after she was sure Jun was out she carried her down to The Punishment Room. A bit of refurbishing was done to suit its new guest instead of a bed it is a large comfy throne with cuffs for hands and feet appearing like lions mouths covering the hands and feet completely. After securing Jun in the throne Evelyn connected her to an IV of chemicals to keep her groggy and sluggish.Not sure how long she was out Jun slowly woke up only to realize she could not leave the incredibly plush and comfy throne she sat in. Her head was foggy as if she had been drinking rather heavily all evening. Jun had more problems then that as she realized an IV was in her arm and some odd chemicals pouring into her. It was not long after she realized this that Evelyn came in to greet her with a massive cart of food and some horribly obese girls Jun kinda recognized one of them. Evelyn wasted no time in making it clear the food was all for Jun.“My dear Queen Bitch it is about high time you be put in your place and learn that you have ruined lives and your beauty offends me greatly” as Evelyn said that she moved the cart next to Jun. “I will ensure that your hungry enough for all of this glorious food and don't worry dear getting fat is all part of being a Queen Bitch you will soon realize that” as Evelyn said that she patted Jun's tone stomach.The embarrassing feast was far more then Jun had ever eaten at once in her life and the drugs she was being pumped full of forced her to nod off afterward. The whole affair was a nightmare for Jun she hoped it would be over when she woke up hours later, but alas it was not the obese girl Jun recognized was there almost the whole time a look of hatred burned in her eyes. She just watched seemingly with glee as Evelyn stuffed even more food into Jun. As Jun dosed off for the second time the face slowly looked familiar to her that is Sara, a girl she hated way back in high school. Jun soon learned when Sara was there she couldn't really leave without help as she was so fat that leaving on her own was not really possible. It was an indescribable amount of time that passed all Jun knew was when she was barely conscious she was being stuffed full of food. The whole time she was awake Sara and Evelyn both made belittling comments about Jun being a Queen Bitch and deserving all the flab she was going to have.“Oh my has our Queen Bitch made such great progress Evelyn” Sara said rubbing Jun's bloated belly during a stuffing.“Indeed Sara she has our work is starting to show and the Queen is starting to look like one” Evelyn said stuffing more food into Jun's face.Try as she may very few words left Jun's mouth instead she just as she tried to beg or plead more food was stuffed into her mouth. Almost constantly asleep Jun had little time to observe the damage all this food was doing to her formerly perfect firm little body; her once small 4'11” frame soon bulged with acceptance of all the food, her tone arms quickly became soft and flabby, her implanted breasts bulged even more from a D cup to a EEE cup, her tone abs quickly advanced down her lap to form a massive bulging gut constantly full, her firm tone thighs quickly bulged touching all the way to her knees, her angelic face quickly softening with multiple chins.“Your fast becoming quite the Queen Bitch look at all this” Evelyn said patting Jun's bulging gut. “Rest assured there will be much more of you my dear Queen a Bitch like yourself will have to learn how queens are really treated” Evelyn says rubbing Jun's bulging gut.Jun fast reached a weight were most of the cuffs were no longer needed and she soon dejectedly accepted that she was far to large to really escape or ever lose all the weight. Her sorrow was only met with more humiliation and forced feeding by Evelyn which made her figure bulge even more; her large EEE breasts engorged to HH breasts her bulging gut expanded to such proportions her lap was covered by her belly sitting and standing, her flabby thighs now hung over her knee caps, and her face now covered flab and bulged everywhere like the rest of her. Being so short Jun soon realized at her current weight she couldn't stand on her own without help a fact Evelyn never let her forget. Soon after this Jun was no longer cuffed and was allowed to feed herself at a steady pace, but if she slowed down Evelyn would force her to engorge herself all day.“There Queeny I hope you realize what poor behavior gets you” Evelyn said patting Jun's bulging gut. “Now you will have to move to another room we must make room for our next guest it is someone you may recognize and your going to help me fatten them like it or not” Evelyn said this to Jun in a hushed tone rubbing Jun's over stuffed belly rolls.“Yes Evelyn” Jun said her will and confidence buried under a think layer of fat. Evil Stepmother IVJun sat groaning on the throne made for her in her room, Fiona feeding her yet another feast for the day. Sarah watched gleeful as ever to see Jun once again stuffed so much she had trouble standing or walking. Evelyn knew she needed a new pet soon or Jun would be so fat she wont be of use. Surfing through Jun's phone Evelyn eventually came across an old friend turned enemy of Jun's. This old friends name was Natasha a 6'4” tall woman from Russian. Natasha had stolen Jun's boyfriend a few years ago and Jun never forgave her. Evelyn saw only one problem with her plan Natasha worked out and was a very strong woman. However everyone has their weakness Evelyn took some time to research Natasha and her contacts.Natasha was at the gym working out like she always did before the class she taught, when she was interrupted. Slowly stopping her workout Natasha angrily stood up to face the person who interrupted her.“Hello my dear I am sorry to interrupt a determined woman so focused on her work, but I hope you can help me out” Evelyn said looking rather kindly her usual evil grin. “I need a strong person who I am willing to pay greatly to help me around my place” Evelyn added.“What does it pay” Natasha said her Russian accent fairly heavy a grim expression on her face. “And this better not be some hogwash about boxes needing unloaded everyday” Natasha added keeping her grim face.“A woman of your strengths oh heavens no I would not waste your talents my dear” Evelyn said a smirk on her face. “It pays very well, and I mean 6 figures well” Evelyn lied still smirking.“Wow...” Natasha said her grim expression vanishing instantly. “Okay deal give me an address and time and I will be there” Natasha said holding her hand out to confirm the deal.“Then we have an accord here this is the information you will need” Evelyn said shaking her hand and then giving her a business card. “My offer is exclusive my dear so make sure when you show up you bring everything you need” Evelyn added smiling evilly. “And my dear I mean everything, no other jobs on the table just mine, I will have a place for you to stay as well” Evelyn added over her shoulder before she walked off.Natasha arrives at a massive house big enough for probably 12 people to live. Evelyn leads Natasha to a rather nice room with an attached gym and lavish full bathroom. A few weeks pass and Natasha receives pay for just living there, as she has not done anything for Evelyn yet. However despite how lavish the place is Evelyn seems to guard the basement from Natasha on a constant basis. The basement door a vault-like iron door and Evelyn frequently goes down to the basement for long periods of time.“Okay thank you for being patient I needed time to get things ready, they took longer then I suspected” Evelyn said to Natasha motioning for her to follow. Evelyn leads Natasha down the basement closing the large vaulted door behind them “Added security my dear sorry can't be to sure.”Natasha just follows nervously now that she literally has no way of escaping the basement. To her shock Natasha finds at the bottom of the stairs 3 massively obese women all gorging themselves on a large feast.“You see my dear I cant have these 3 wandering about its bad for my image, and well this is the best place to keep them” Evelyn said referring to all the food in the area. “They are getting far to large to get about on their own” Evelyn says patting their bellies as she walks around them. “You are going to help get them in better shape to waddle around my dear” Evelyn looks at the 3 and winks secretly.“What happened to them that they got this large” Natasha says approaching them and feeling their fat “Is it genetic or something else.”“Sadly no that could be fixed I am afraid it was exposure to a strange chemical spill” Evelyn makes a sad face and grabs their bellies individually “Can you help me they need to eat a lot to keep the chemicals from killing them.”“That is terrible is there anything else special that needs to be done” Natasha said now a bit concerned.“No my dear they just need loads and loads of food everyday to keep themselves alive, and its just too much for me to do alone” Evelyn says acting distraught. “I need your help to make them stronger and help feed them, it is a full time job alone” Evelyn says setting more food on the table.“Well for what your paying me that works for me” Natasha says helping Evelyn get more food.After finding out her job Natasha gets to work exercising the fatties. Her job made no dent on their weight, due to their increased food intake. However the only food available was the fattening stuff they were eating, and for some reason Natasha seemed locked in the basement after her 3rd week there. Despite her strength and brute force the vaulted door would not move and there seemed no other way out. Sadly Natasha accepted she maybe stuck down here and forced to eat this clearly unhealthy food. Evelyn knew it would only be a matter of time before Natasha soon began getting fat herself, but kept an eye on everything thru video cameras just in case. Without her workout equipment Natasha began using all sorts of other calisthenics to keep herself in shape. However the food here was so fattening and unhealthy in a very deceptive way Natasha was losing the battle. Then each of the obese women down here with her began tricking Natasha to help them stand up during her workouts instead of working out. Slowly their plan was working and Natasha began to soften up. It was at this time Evelyn began her second part of the plan.Natasha was getting furious at her fattening body and her rage only made her want to workout more. However the girls down here keep getting stuck or having problems every time she wanted to workout. Then the food down here became a massive selection of all of Natasha's favorite comfort foods. Her willpower around these foods was practically zero. She justified eating them so much normally with extra workouts at the gym. However now she had no such ability and soon began eating when she was angry instead of working out. The others here left her alone when she was eating and did not bother her, but whenever she worked out they always seemed to get stuck somewhere. Her tall figure hid the weight well but her lack of muscle definition was quickly evident after her favorite foods began showing up. Evelyn knew it was soon time for her third phase of the plan. Natasha became flabby rather quickly after she began eating when she was mad: her once toned arms began to jiggle slightly, her tone abs quickly disappeared under a layer of fat, her tone thighs fattened so much then began to touch, her hips and butt became so large she almost waddled. Having her whole body suddenly become jiggly was not something Natasha was prepared to have happen. She was ashamed of her body and the others there began to shame her for it.At first Natasha was only made more angry at the shaming, which lead to her hiding somewhere and stuffing her face. Then the humiliation became slowly more intense and Natasha could not cope with it. Her willpower slowly melted the more she gained the worse the humiliation got, which lead to her eating even more. It took many months but eventually even Natasha's will broke to the intense humiliation. Natasha was no longer a muscled fitness instructor she was a morbidly obese woman with terrible low self-esteem. At this tipping point Evelyn made things worse for Natasha, she began joining in the humiliation. Cramming nonstop feasts into her mouth made her figure dramatically different: her slightly flabby arms quickly became so fat they hung over her elbows jiggling constantly, her layer of fat around her middle ballooned into a massive roll of fat hanging over her privates, her thighs quickly smashed together all the way to her knees and began to hang over, her hips and butt so large no chair could contain them wobbling constantly. Evelyn knew Natasha was going nowhere but had to be sure she couldn't escape. Having the others help they forced Natasha into a small couch made for two people, her large butt made it difficult to get out up. Then they cuffed her to the couch by her legs and hands. Month upon month of fattening up had made Natasha weak, she tried to resist but there was just to many of them. It was Jun's turn to have some fun and waddling over to Natasha began to force her to eat.Jun was mad about losing her own dream life to this fattening nightmare, and if she couldn't escape neither was Natasha. Evelyn watched with glee as Natasha was force fed for the better part of two months. By the second months end Natasha was so fat the couch needed to be torn apart so she could stand, and stand she barely did. Natasha was close to 600lbs by the time Jun was done with her escape was not an option for Natasha anymore. Getting out of the basement was no longer possible as she was far to wide for the large doorway. Evelyn was pleased she had ruined another beauty, but as her herd of fattened women grew so did her ambition to fatten even more of them. Evil Stepmother VEvelyn watched through video cameras her hands tented with evil glee, all those beauties fattened. She could hardly contain herself. The next beauty she fattened would have to be truly beautiful to top Natasha she thought. Looking at some of the top clothing stores at the local shopping centers, eventually Evelyn found what she was looking for. Twins she thought with amazement of course twin beauties fattened up that would be grand indeed. Feira and Fiera Fotakis both Greek, both of incredible beauty they had whatever they wanted with little effort. Evelyn did some research on them and found out they have a great desire to spend more then they can pay off. Using her usual tactics Evelyn setup a plan to make sure they both fell into her hands.Feira and Fiera were both at their usual spa on a Wednesday enjoying a lovely massage. Upon their leaving they however found that both their cards were declined, something that shocked them greatly. Worried almost immediately that their life of opulence has come crashing down around them panic began to set in. As rehearsed as her conversation had become Evelyn stepped in, and paid the bill.“My dears you look like you in a tough spot no worries we all deserve to be treated like queens especially on spa day” Evelyn smiled an evil grin.“Oh thank you” both the twins replied in near unison.“Now I would imagine an opulent lifestyle like the one you ladies live can get quite pricy indeed maybe you have a bit more debt then you can handle” Evelyn knew they had far more then they could pay off. “I can expunge all your debts for a small employment opportunity don't worry it is nothing you beautiful ladies cannot handle just something I know you must be good at” Evelyn smiled handing them what looked like applications.“I don't know what would we have to do its nothing illegal is it” Feira replied “It is not gonna be something that involves physical labor is it” Fiera added.“No worries ladies nothing like that at all, the only thing you have to do after filling out those applications is tease and make fun of some very obese women I have in my care” Evelyn waited on their reactions before adding “They are all so very large I think that a few hot young temptresses like yourselves teasing them may just motivate them to be better people” Evelyn handed them both pens smiling a very evil grin.“Wow really that is all we have to do” Fiera questioned “That is something we both enjoy” Feira added happily filling out the paperwork.“Yes I thought as much” Evelyn replied “and you will have free reign of the facilities luxuries something none of the obese women enjoy at all” Evelyn said continuing to smile.Without further words needed Feira and Fiera smiled widely at each other and finished the applications. “Here ya go” they both replied handing the applications to Evelyn.“Excellent my beautiful new assistants please follow me” Evelyn took the applications and filed them in her purse.Leading the twins to their soon to be prison Evelyn knew she would really enjoy this turn of events. A tour of some of the new luxury parts of her home were shown to the twins, and they were given free reign of them all. The first few days were spent getting themselves settled in to their new job and soon to be home. It was the day they were lead into the basement that Evelyn judged their feelings toward her herd of fatties. Appalled by the shear mass of some of the girls Feira and Fiera wasted no time in making them all feel hopelessly obese. Evelyn knew this would keep the others in check and once that set in she would turn the tables on the twins. The only person who knew of Evelyn's plan was Sara as she had watched everyone else bloat to obscenely obese proportions far to many times. Sara took the abuse with stride knowing they would have their turn and it would be sooner then they think.It had been several months and the twins loved their job so much they moved fully into Evelyn's home. The herd however all except for Sara had become so depressed from the constant humiliation, that it was apparent some of them had gotten even larger from it all. Something the twins were quick to point out and add to their humiliation. When Evelyn was absolutely sure their collective moral had gotten lower she sprung her trap. Sara wanted to see them fatten to vast proportions almost as much as Evelyn and that is what Evelyn was banking on. Leaving some full shackles near Sara's bed one morning and a note merely saying 'I know you will enjoy this my dear show them 'my' hospitality to the degree I once shown you'. The plan was set in motion Soon Sarah would cuff them down and fatten them to epic proportions. Having been on the receiving end for so long Evelyn knew Sarah would happily join her in the plan maybe eventually become Evelyn's 'little' helper.That night Sara talked Natasha and Fiona into helping her get the twins cuffed down. Sara had a plan to fatten them as well something she knew would work. It required the help of Natasha and Fiona to pull off. The next day the twins stride down into the basement and begin their humiliation of everyone. Suddenly Fiona and Natasha pounce on them and Sara cuffs them to nearby large sturdy chairs.“Well now what do we have here” Sara said caressing their chests “A couple temptresses who are gonna join our growing herd I think” Sara nodded at Fiona and Natasha.It was a few moments and the plan was executed perfectly by Sara something Evelyn was betting on. The twins were exactly the same in their figures; large FF breasts, slim toneless abs, slim arms, toneless legs, and slim hips. A feast at first to test their limits was all Sara needed soon others joined in. Jun was always happy to take advantage of the weak and helpless especially as she saw her former life in them her anger would only fatten the twins even more. Natasha was too downtrodden to be of much help and Fiona was about the same. Nevertheless Natasha and Fiona watched as Jun and Sara enacted their anger-spurned stuffing upon the twins. Months of ruthless stuffing and humiliation quickly took their toll on the twins figures; their already large breasts expanded to GG, toneless abs quickly lost under tightly packed jiggly guts, slim arms quickly softening and jiggling, toneless legs expanding to flabby thunder thighs, and their slim hips quickly lost under layers of fat. Collectively the herd was happy with their work, but Sara and Jun were far from done.Allowing them to wander the now locked basement a few times Jun and Sara made the barrage of feasts and humiliation worse by the day. Every pound gained was torture for the twins while they enjoyed never having to do anything they hated becoming bulging cows for these fatties to humiliate. Despite their iron will eventually their collective mass was so large it took Natasha to help them stand. The twins now were so obese they weighed as much if not a bit more then Natasha; their breasts swelled to JJ cup size, their bellies tightly packed beach balls of fat, their thighs now touching all the way past their knees, their hips now wide and swaying constantly. It was when they officially became the largest fatties in the herd that Evelyn made her appearance. Watching in awe as Evelyn expressed her power over everyone the twins sat not tied but bound helplessly in fat.“My oh my how the mighty have fallen” Evelyn said patting their bulging guts in unison “To think it was months ago that you were both bombshells and now your just flabby pigs like all the others” Evelyn smiled a devious grin. “Sara my dear come upstairs I have a proposal for you” Evelyn said to everyone's shock. Evil Stepmother VI Evelyn lead Sarah upstairs as she did Sarah realized how massive she had become since being trapped in the basement. Hips rubbing the walls and railing Sarah barely made it through the vaulted door. Enjoying the struggle Evelyn snickered for a bit as Sarah struggled before helping her. Being dulled ot the laughter and humiliation Sarah eventually got into the kitchen. Exhausted and out of breathe Sarah sat upon a massive chair that was at a table filled with snacks. Without prompt Sarah began eating the snacks Evelyn patted Sarah on the head as if to confirm her actions as good. Positive attention was something Evelyn never gave any of her prized hogs. Sarah gleamed with a small ray of joy with the attention. “Now my good number one piggy we have to find some new victims i grow bored with these old piggies we need someone fresh any ideas” Evelyn said twirling Sarah’s hair and patting the side of her vast gut. Sarah was distracted by the positive attention for a while before she responded “Yes one person comes to mind she always flirted with me in college Michelle B. Greene I have not seen her in a while” Sarah was not sure why she said that she felt like it was coaxed out of her. “Hmmm perhaps some blackmail and a bit of disreputable attention is in order thanks Sarah you may stay upstairs if you wish I need you to help me this one will be rather...evil” Evelyn says playing with Sarah’s hair then patting her shoulder. Sarah was elated to see daylight the next morning and finally sleep in a comfy bed again. The new bathroom and shower were perfect making her feel very refreshed. The big breakfast she ate hardly seemed a chore and more of a reward for her new position. She hardly felt a prisoner even with just few hours in her new position. Sure she was still required to keep herself fat, but with the power she would soon have over all the others it felt worth it. Evelyn knew after being corrupted Sarah would help her keep the others nice and demoralized. The plan also included making Sarah in charge of the cooking and meal prep for the fatties. It was a perfect solution to the labor required for all the piggies. A week or two of training and some encouraging Sarah was ready to take up her role as second in command. With glee she stuffed and humiliated the others keeping some of them bound for hours beyond needed. Evelyn was more than elated and began working on her plan to reward Sarah for her new efforts. Sarah had become the monster that she once loathed and took great pleasure in stuffing and humiliating the other piggies. A dastardly plan was soon unfurled by Evelyn while complex it slowly began to turn others against Michelle. The time to Evelyn seemed worth it in the end it gave her more time to prepare and to train Sarah. A month had passed and it was apparent Sarah was anxious for someone new. Evelyn was happy to deliver as the time soon became perfect and she executed her ploy. The local news soon received a tip that Michelle was head of a theft ring in the city. While untrue a few pictures and rumors of her crimes quickly turned everyone she knew against her. Evelyn then stepped in as a saving grace and provided the evidence to clean her name but not before the damage was done. With nobody trusting her and seeming the entire city against her Michelle turned to her only saviour Evelyn. Soon after Michelle had her things moved in with Evelyn. Sarah wasted no time introducing herself and Michelle was shocked at how fat Sarah had become. Not wanting to ruin her only home in the city she kept her cruel thoughts to herself for now. Sarah knew she wanted to say something, and soon setup time alone with their new guest. “Wow Sarah I am sorry if it totally sounds rude or whatever but you have gotten like massively obese” Michelle said softly so only Sarah heard her. “I know” Sarah said eating a gallon of chocolate ice cream acting like it hurt her “it is like I have no control around food anymore.” “Well I am sure that is not helping with this” Michelle said pointing to the ice cream and poking Sarah’s gut. Sarah ate the last of the ice cream before responding “I know it isn’t but i can’t stop shoveling food into my face.” “Do you even know what a reasonable portion of food is anymore, wow apparently not fatty” Michelle whispered picking up the ice cream container and throwing it away. Sarah was insulted but knew what was going to happen, and that she needed to have a part in it. Michelle was gullable to a damning fault and frequently believed nearly everything she was told. Sarah knew this and was planning on using it to eventually lure her into the trap. However that basically meant she had to sit here and take the verbal abuse. Sarah also had a plan for that as well playing her part for now she followed into the kitchen. “I am sorry my bloated gut upsets you Michelle” Sarah said brushing her belly up against Michelle’s rear. Startled Michelle turned around suddenly “Do you even know how large that thing is” Michelle said slapping Sarah’s gut. “Well not really it is always so full and bloated” Sarah said getting close to Michelle again. “Hey now I am into girls not whales Sarah, I may have found you attractive before you became a blubbery mass” Michelle said grabbing the sides of Sarah’s gut “But certainly not now” Michelle let go of her gut and made a wincing face. Sarah only smiled as Michelle walked away knowing she may not feel that way once she is as fat as her. The next morning Sarah and Michelle ate breakfast and chatted.“So Sarah how in the world did little you become this whale of your former self, you were so hot before all the flab” Michelle said gesturing.“Honestly Michelle I don’t remember all the details just that one day i was eating in this diner and i saw this oddly dressed lady in a red sparkling dress and a white mask, then things get fuzzy, torture, humiliation, as well as feast after feast this lady stuffed into me, and I am guessing a year or some such later, this...” Sarah said looking scared then patted her gut for emphasis.Michelle looked enthralled by the story and as Sarah finished telling it came to her side. “Oh Sarah that is horrible I am sorry for berading you about it I had thought you did this to yourself” Michelle said hugging Sarah.Evelyn watched things unfurl and knew Sarah was setting something up but was curious where it was going. She just watched and waited curious how Sarah would fatten Michelle up to obese proportions.Sarah continued to play the part she had made up and all the while luring Michelle closer to her. After Michelle was very close to Sarah some months later Sarah sprung the trap. A little gas later and Michelle was out cold Sarah carried her into the basement and cuffed her to a chair that was bolted to the floor in The Punishment Room. Recruiting Evelyn to play the part of the red dress lady in the white mask Sarah began her plan. To add to the story Sarah was cuffed to a large bed when Michelle woke up.“Sarah are you ok” Michelle said trying to get out of her bonds and looking around the concrete room with a large metal door. The walls were barren except for the walls by the door which had large sturdy shelves. The bed Sarah was cuffed to was near Michelle in the middle of the room.“Yeah oh my gosh i can’t move” Sarah said tugging at the bonds she was in “No not again please not again” Sarah said struggling a bit more.“Oh god is this the place where that lady fattened you up Sarah” Michelle said trying her bonds again struggling.No sooner did Michelle finish talking the door burst open and Jun and Natasha pushed several massive carts of food into the room. Following them was Evelyn dressed in a red sparkling dress and a white mask. Michelle was shocked, while Sarah acted like she froze in fear. Evelyn lead Jun and Natasha out of the room cuffing them to a large drum of shake that was soon being pumped into them both. Walking back into the room Evelyn closed the door locking it with a key she had.“I do hope you remember me Sarah I am glad you met a new friend i am in need of a new piggy” hiding her voice Evelyn pushed a cart over to Sarah and snapped her fingers.“I will be good please don’t hurt me” Sarah stopped acting fearful and instead played the part of a more relaxed prisoner.Michelle stared in awe at the food that was soon stuffed into Sarah by this mad woman in red. An entire cart fit into Sarah before the woman turned her gaze to Michelle.“I am not gonna sit here and let you fatten me up lady you are crazy” Michelle fought with her bonds.“No i do not suspect you will that is why you will not be awake” Evelyn said drawing a syringe and stabbing it into Michelle.“Ouch hey...no please... i don’t wanna…. be a fatty” Michelle barely said before she passed out.Evelyn let Sarah up from the bed and Sarah hooked Michelle up to the pump machine while Evelyn took care of the other fatties. As the machine made sure she was at her max capacity it also filled her with sedatives and appetite stimulants. Michelle awoke some time later in a haze she felt a tube down her throat, her stomach painfully full. She saw Sarah being force fed another cart of food by the woman before she passed out again. Not sure how much time had passed Michelle awoke to someone cutting off her clothes it was Sarah, standing behind Sarah was the woman laughing. Michelle tried to struggle but was still painfully full and so very weak. Sarah looked very afraid and was soon lead back to the bed and cuffed down again. Michelle watched more food be stuffed into Sarah, before the lady walked over to her side. Poking Michelle in the painfully full belly the lady laughed and shook her head.“Soon when this is larger we will have fun with you i am training Sarah here to be a good piggy then she will have fun with you for my amusement” Evelyn said hiding her voice and patting Michelle’s belly.Michelle only managed to squirm slightly before she passed out again. The next time she awoke she was cuffed hands and feet to the bed while Sarah sat next to her with a cart of food. Sarah looked at her with pleading eyes and Michelle opened her mouth accepting the food given. A painfully large amount of food later the lady told Sarah to make Michelle comfortable. Soon Michelle was being massaged and rubbed down by Sarah while the lady watched. Michelle enjoyed the rubbing and massaging from Sarah, but soon more food followed. Michelle was kept well massaged and stuffed to her max for an entire day before being allowed to rest. Her rest however was short and soon more food followed, once again Sarah was the one feeding Michelle. This pattern began to repeat over and over for quite some time. Given loads of food daily and no exercise at all Michelle soon began to fatten up rather quickly. By the time a month had passed Michelle was hardly the fit person she was before. Her small arms had began to soften rather quickly. The small perky breasts she had soon began to enlarge several cup sizes. Tone Abs quickly softened under her constantly engorged belly. Thighs of a model disappeared under a layer of flab. The small butt she once slowly became larger and softer. If she had a scale she would have seen her weight go from 125 to 185 in a month. Michelle was however never given a single hint of what time was or how much had passed. The only time she knew was stuffing beyond full and resting with massages. It was not long after the first month had passed that Michelle really began to appreciate the massages Sarah gave her. She even on occasions became aroused by them, Sarah began to notice this.The second month would be far worse than the first for Michelle. As she was strapped to a strange chair with a tube down her throat and a vibrator inside her. The tube was connected to a large vat of liquid with an attached pump. As the liquid was pumped into her stomach the vibrator went off causing her to climax over and over as she was stuffed with the strange liquid. The entire time this happened Sarah was just within eye shot being force fed feasts by the lady. Insults and humiliation was given to both of them the entire time. Repeating day after day for hours Michelle slowly began to become aroused when she was being stuffed or when Sarah was. Conditioning her even more in this way was of course Evelyn playing the part of the lady. Eventually Michelle’s willpower like her spirit broke completely and Evelyn knew the exact moment when it did. Using Sarah Michelle was stuffed and force fed even more day after day. The size of meals and the amount of fattening liquid she could hold in her belly becoming incredible. This whole procedure took several months and the toll it had on Michelle’s figure was grand indeed.Michelle was forced to stare at her fattening figure daily as she was permitted to get ready in a private bathroom. Her breasts had happily gotten at least one cup size larger than before. The slightly flabby belly she once had quickly became a bulging gut nearly constantly full, and when it was she found herself aroused by it. Her thighs also fast becoming that of an extremely large woman, smashing together and hanging over her knees. Her hips and butt fast filling chairs and brushing against doorways. The extreme pear shape she had only aroused her even more as her body was fattened. The thought of this bothered her but she could do little to stop it her own thoughts were turning against her. Never permitted to see her weight on the scale she was weighed with Michelle didn’t have a clue she was fast approaching 350lbs.Sarah stood outside the door of the bathroom nearby “Michelle I have something to tell you” she said in an alluring tone.“Yes Sarah” Michelle opened the door and stood there naked staring at Sarah who was also naked.As their eyes locked they both had no need of words and quickly embraced each other in passionate kissing. It did not shock Evelyn at all she knew of Sarah’s desires and had planned on this happening. That whole event just made Evelyn step up her feedings and conditioning of Michelle. Not knowing that it was her plan the entire time Sarah fell into line even more than before. All the while also helping Evelyn ensure the others were kept full and low in moral. By the time the entire event was over Michelle and Sarah had fully become a couple. Evelyn kept the disguise up knowing that it was a grand idea to fully convert many of the future fatties she would make in a similar manner. Eventually June and Natasha became a couple with similar conditioning. While Fiona had become a lover to both Michelle and Sarah after her conditioning by Evelyn.“This worked out rather well I must say now who to fatten next this next victim should be a special one” Evelyn said to herself while watching security monitors. Evil Stepmother VIIIt had been some time since Evelyn had used Sarah’s gullible nature to further imprison everyone she had fattened. After they all fell in love with each other Evelyn knew they would only want for each others company and completely forget about any glimmer of hope. Her task however had far from completed beautiful people still walked around out in the world, and Evelyn was determined to make them all fat.Jun by now was close to 600 lbs and barely got around the basement facility without a lot of help. Most of her obese life was spent sitting, so her muscles barely kept up. The rage Jun felt for her current situation was directed solely at Sarah. Evelyn was just a psycho to Jun and Sarah was the reason Jun needed help just to waddle about. However the truth of the matter was that Sarah was hardly to blame it was someone both Sarah and Jun hated that lead Jun to Evelyn. Bianca was a very rich and gifted woman who excelled at removing people she deemed a threat to her. Jun was just such a person and unfortunately Bianca knew a bit about Evelyn. Having been silently watching Evelyn for sometime and quietly gathering information about what she does. Bianca knew a dangerous amount of information about Evelyn and what she does to women. As such Bianca used this to remove all her competition and only one person stood in her way. The firm Bianca worked for was very male run and looks got you very far in the company Bianca knew this. Using her looks she nearly got all the way to the top of the firm. The only person stopping her was Keisha. Keisha was a very busty, very dark skinned beauty. Using her looks and breast size Keisha has worked her way to the top of the law firm. Despite being on top Keisha made loads of enemies on her way up and lots of people wanted to see her gone. The only thing keeping Keisha in her position on top was her looks. Most of the women at the firm did not like Keisha, mostly due to her attitude. Lots of people at the firm however loved Bianca, something Bianca was using to her advantage. The adoration of many people at the firm and a few well placed hints was all Bianca needed. Once the trap was sprung Keisha never knew what happened. A flurry of events lead to Keisha being fired and Bianca becoming head of the entire firm. To further make things worse for Keisha the plot also leaked a photo and information to Evelyn. The secret of who sent this information her was was never discovered, but Evelyn didn’t care. Having someone practically delivered to her clutches was unusual, but not unappreciated. Along with Keisha’s information being leaked to Evelyn was a plan on how to get her working for Evelyn. This entire event seemed too good to be true for Evelyn, but all her sources told her it was legit.The following weeks after her termination were rough for Keisha. She had enough money to last a few weeks but needed a new place fast. Showing up as if by some miracle was Evelyn saying she needed someone to help her acquire more land to build some sort of massive elaborate building. Eager for money and a job Keisha took the opportunity. However as Bianca planned she was so eager to get back to work Keisha didn’t read the fine print of her new contract. That mistake while planned was what the entire contract with Evelyn was built on Keisha not noticing. Falling into Evelyn’s clutches Keisha met up with her new boss and talked about business. Having the signed contract Keisha moved into an apartment built above Evelyn’s home. The entire third floor of Evelyn’s home was normally unused and converting it into a complete apartment was simple work. Having everything she needed right at home Keisha began her job of digging through loads of legal paperwork. The job was tedious and lengthy, but at least she got loads of free food with it. Some of the details left with Evelyn were a long list of the comfort foods Keisha could not resist. The kitchen on the third floor was stocked to the brim with all of Keisha’s favorite foods. Every morning Keisha would talk business with Evelyn over a large plate of doughnuts a food Keisha had no willpower around. Evelyn obviously laced all of the food and drinks supplied to Keisha with appetite stimulants. Having a month of sitting around and being oddly ragingly hungry quickly took its toll on Keisha. Obviously most of Keisha’s weight went to her breasts which expanded from a 36DDD to a 36G. Her arms once slightly tone quickly became soft. Her tone belly expanded outward to a small paunch jiggling slightly. Her thighs and hips expanded slightly become far less defined. Her butt once tone quickly became soft. Her weight of 140 quickly became 180 and showed no signs of stopping. Carefully planned the entire event lead up to the last day of her ‘employment’. Keisha had done what she was hired to do and got Evelyn all the information she needed to seize and build a large building in the cities dock district. Evelyn invited her to the building for a show of what she planned to build. This was the final part of the plot that would make Keisha immensely obese and fulfill a permanent employee for Evelyn.It was a dark night and few stars were out in the sky. A chill breeze made for comfort from the scorching heat of the day. Evelyn drove into the lot of the massive empty dark building. Walking through the massive building was simple and a fairly uneventful trip. Until suddenly charging from the shadows at the ladies were masked figures one of the shot Keisha with some sort of dart which the others acted like they were chasing Evelyn. As she fell asleep from the dart, Keisha saw only boots walking toward her as she lay on the ground. Once she was out the figures helped load Keisha into the vehicle and accepted their payment from Evelyn. Driving right back to her house Evelyn forced Natasha to help get Keisha into the punishment room. After Keisha was secured in the punishment room Evelyn told Jun she had someone else to fatten up. Jun was given a specific set of instructions and told if she helped she would be allowed access to the upstairs. Jun wanted more than every to escape however her immense obesity prevented her from doing so. Instead of plotting some sort of escape Jun instead used her frustration and anger as motivation to fatten someone else. Slowly becoming more like Evelyn, Jun was given access to all sorts of methods of torture and fattening. Using all her tools and food available Jun began following the instruction left for her by Evelyn. Keisha was kept heavily sedated and was regularly force fed by Jun. During these force feedings Jun used Natasha to poke and pleasure Keisha. Rewarding good behaviour during feedings with pleasure and bad ones with humiliation. A pattern left unbroken for months left its toll on Keisha.Jun’s ruthless torture and feedings only paused for a few inspections. During these inspections Natasha would assist Jun in measuring and weighing Keisha. After months of this repetition Keisha had dramatic changes. Her 36G breasts had expanded to 48J jutting out from her chest perfectly. Her arms fattening rather quickly looking soft and jiggly. Her belly fast becoming a giant roll still hiding under her breasts. Her thighs touching halfway to her knees and her hips fast filling all normal chairs. Her butt fast becoming a bubble butt looking more like giant pillows. Her weight climbed quickly from 180 to 300 and was obviously no where near close to stopping. Keisha had little memory of what happened due to all the sedatives. Jun kept up the pace and continued to use Natasha to help. The feeding and torture got more and more intense as things progressed. The entire affair was more work than Jun had done in quite some time. Evelyn saw where all this was leading and smiled an evil grin knowing full well there thing would go. The plan continued for many more months and the bond between Natasha and Jun grew stronger than before.Jun soon had thing well under control and as Keisha approached the goals set in the plan Evelyn interviended. As planned Keisha was knocked out and returned to the warehouse in similar clothes but now at her current weight of 550 lbs. Waking up from her stupor Keisha saw a van speed away and headlights turn towards her slowly. As she struggled to stand with her incredible girth she stared in awe at her new body. The car approaching her stopped and the driver door opened revealing Evelyn. Running toward Keisha as if concerned Evelyn quickly looked Keisha over with surprised eyes.“Keisha?” Evelyn said putting a hand on her shoulder “you have been missing for some time nobody knows what happened to you!”“OH EVELYN” Keisha said crying into Evelyn’s shoulder.“There...there...dear” Evelyn said patting Keisha on the shoulder “you must be exhausted let’s get you into the car.”“Ok Evelyn how did you know...where to find me” Keisha said waddling carefully to the car.“My dear the detectives I hired said they found the kidnappers and paid the ransom” Evelyn lied.“Oh...Evelyn how...will I...ever repay you...” Keisha said in between breaths “I owe you...big time...can we stop somewhere to eat...”“My dear I am not sure if I was in your position that I would be thinking about food at all but if it is what you wish I know just the place” Evelyn said smiling an evil smile.“Well I am sure I probably don’t need more food...” Keisha said stopping at the car to catch her breath “I am absolutely starving.”“Then the place I know of will be perfect” Evelyn said opening the door for Keisha and adjusting the seat all the way back.“Thanks Evelyn I feel safer knowing that you are helping me” Keisha sat in the car with great effort barely fitting as Evelyn shut the door.“Don’t worry dear Evelyn is here to help you now let’s get you something to eat” Evelyn said smiling while shifting into reverse.A drive through the streets to a small vacant buffet later and they get out. Unbeknownst to Keisha this buffet was completely rented out by Evelyn moments before she came to ‘save’ her. Not knowing what she was walking into Keisha waddled with great speed driven by raging hunger to the buffet. Evelyn easily kept up and opened the door for Keisha, the wind gushing outward carrying with it wonderful smells. Intoxicated by the wondrous smells Keisha quickly made her way inside not even realizing nobody stopped her or asked her to pay. Well out of site from Keisha Evelyn nodded at the hostess and most of the crew bowed to her in return all smiling. The first three plates Keisha cleared were all easy for her to get up and get but soon she started to struggle standing by the fifth plate she was barely able to get up and get more. Evelyn just smiled at her and clapped her hands loudly. Before Keisha could respond five more plates were placed in front of her by the staff. Smiling they all bowed and walked away with the empty plates. Along with the plates they left several drinks of various nature. Some of the drinks were alcoholic and yet others were heavily drugged with appetite stimulants. Keisha gorges and gorged for seemingly hours as she finished the last plate five more were placed in front of her again. Many full plates later Keisha meagerly sat there attempting to rub her vast belly now so full and bloated she could it reach it all.“*BELCH* ...oh my goodness Evelyn I am so sorry...I don’t know what happened there it was very odd” Keisha said barely able to get words out between breaths.“My dear Keisha none of us have any idea what they did to you there is no need for formalities, besides my dear it was clear to me you needed fed” Evelyn says this standing up and pulling a chair up beside the bench Keisha nearly fully occupies.“Oh thank you Evelyn...what do we do now I can’t get back into the legal business looking like this” Keisha said patting her bulk for effect.“Of course not my dear we cannot allow others to see you like this come live with me and be my personal lawyer someone in my line of work needs legal assistance at a discounted price” Evelyn says with an evil smile and an extended hand.Shaking Evelyn’s hand smiling “Deal Evelyn for room and board and...food costs I will happily handle all your legal work.”“My dear we will be the beginning of an expansive relationship” Evelyn smiled a rather evil smile as they shook hands.Keisha was not sure what Evelyn meant by that but she was happy to have a job doing legal work behind the scenes. Evelyn was happy to have someone to fix up all her legal issues her next big plan may involve a lot of complicated legal matters. The part of Keisha’s contract she didn’t read however bound her to employment with Evelyn and nobody else if for some reason Keisha ever were to weigh over 490 lbs. At this current moment Keisha was close to 515 lbs and far from her weight of 140. Her breasts now easily the size of watermelons and sat perky upon her massive belly. Her arms now flabby hams bulging over her elbows. Her belly a vast gut hanging down her lap covering her knees. Her thighs and hips so large she had trouble clearing doors. Her butt sticking far behind her like bulging couch cushions. Her will to leave Evelyn’s side completely crushed like her hopes of ever weighing a reasonable weight again. Thanks to appetite stimulants and large portions Keisha never gets her will to leave back ever again.Sitting quietly in her study Evelyn looks at plans for her next big operation “Now that i have someone to clear all these pesky legal matters out of my way it is time to begin the next phase of my plan.” Looking at her plans for a massive building on the site that Keisha helped her acquire Evelyn smiles a vile grin of pure malice. Evil Stepmother VIIIEvelyn sat in her kitchen discussing some legal matters with Keisha and several properties she bought. One was a buffet in town she called Greedy Guts. Another was a Halloween themed hotel she bought outside the city called The Wrong Room Hotel. Finally the Third was the large warehouse she acquired near the docks. The most interesting was her designs for the warehouse. She planned to convert it into a massive upper-class restaurant on the second and third levels with the bottom level being a cheap buffet. The cheap buffet was incredibly unhealthy much like her buffet Greedy Guts. It also gave huge discounts to return patrons, encouraging continuous return trips. The trick was of course that the upper-class levels could all see the buffet without the buffet being able to see any of the upper levels. This allowed the upper-class people to all view the fattening patrons on the lower levels. Video cameras allowed Evelyn to see all the fatties from her home. She needed someone to advertise for her new businesses and make sure they all had a growing supply of fattened patrons.Dalisay was from the Philippines and her family was all brought to America by her newly acquired wealth as an advertising specialist. She worked around the city mostly as an independent contractor. Her family was having trouble finding jobs till a new buffet opened up called Greedy Guts. The owner decided to not only hire her entire family, but to also legally help them become citizens. Dalisay was so grateful she had to meet this benevolent business owner. A few discussions later and Dalisay met with Evelyn and her legal officer Keisha. The size of her legal officer nearly made Dalisay’s head spin she had never in her life seen someone so large. Evelyn was perfectly dressed and clearly showed her upper-class position. Dalisay worked with her new business deals Evelyn usually had food around when they did. The treats left around their work areas were nearly impossible to resist and Dalisay ended up more often than not stuffed before she left. However great the deal there was only one person standing in Evelyn’s way, the new Mayor Lisa Cromwell. Lisa had a campaign of weight loss and gyms in the city to combat what she called the ‘Expanding Epidemic’. Her campaign ads where all over the city and many of the city folk all hated them. Mayor Lisa was known to have a strong support of the cities peoples. The only thing the people of the city wished was that Lisa dropped this silly exercise ad campaign. Something Evelyn was happy to discover and begin to plot a plan to exploit.The master plan as always began with Evelyn’s favorite means of manipulation good old fashioned blackmail. Mayor Lisa apparently has a few vices she keeps well hidden from the common masses of the people. One of those vices is a crippling addiction to chocolate of any kind. The second is very bribeable and took brides from several corporations to allow them to construct buildings in areas they are not legally allowed to. Both of these interested Evelyn greatly and she set about getting her plan in motion. The first half of her plan was to make sure a local chocolate shop she owned would be sending it richest most fattening chocolates to the Mayor’s house regularly. The second half of her plan involved setting up a meeting with the Mayor regularly to talk with her, and secretly take her to all the fattening restaurants in the city. Evelyn knew the Mayor would not eat the food at these places normally. So with careful choosing the restaurants all had incredibly well made chocolate desserts. Dalisay was brought along for all these ventures as well to get ideas for advertisements. The places they were to dine at all are owned by Evelyn thanks to Keisha’s hard work. Evelyn also wanted to bring Dalisay along because she was unhappy at how skinny and beautiful she was. Obviously Evelyn had to make sure Dalisay was far too fat to be compared to her. However Evelyn knew this would not make the Mayor as fat as she wanted her to be, drastic things would have to be done for that.As they traveled around visiting with the Mayor and learning her favorite places that Evelyn owned. Dalisay found herself increasingly forced to eat one large meal after another with Evelyn. She tried to resist all the eating at first for maybe a week she held out. However her expanding stomach and the appetite stimulants Evelyn was secretly putting in all her water changed things fast. Dalisay never ate such rich fattening foods before meeting Evelyn, and now she was gorging on them daily. The effect of her new lifestyle quickly began to catch up with her waistline. The long family heritage of Dalisay was almost all thin people. Her family was happy she was doing well and did not care at all about her weight. Dalisay herself however was very distraught at her expanding belly, which is where most of the weight seemed to be going. Her whole body got chubby really quickly, but it was her belly that took the most of the weight. Evelyn was very elated to see Dalisay getting chubby so quickly, however her main target was the Mayor. In that area however no seeming change seemed to occur at all yet. The Mayor frustratingly remained unaware of who kept sending her the chocolates. However Evelyn knew it would only be a matter of time before the chocolates started to breakdown the Mayor’s willpower. It was after Evelyn had a hint it was working she knew it was time to double up the chocolates and begin her second phase.“Lisa I feel like we are good friends now would you agree” Evelyn said placing a unlabeled rich chocolate on the table.The Mayor grabbed the chocolate and gobbled it up without much thought. “Of course...Evelyn...I enjoy our lunches” Lisa smiled while talking between bites of chocolate.“Oh good cause I would really hate to lose you as a friend for any reason” Evelyn said leaning in to whisper distance when she did.Mayor Lisa swallowed her chocolatea concerned expression on her face looking strangely at Evelyn “why do you say that?”Evelyn whispered “because I happened to have damning evidence on your illicit property deals in the docks and brides taken by several major corporations in the city I would hate for this to fall in the wrong hands” Evelyn said putting her hand on Lisa’s shoulder.*gulp* The mayor swallowed in fear looking at Evelyn with great apprehension. She knew her deals were not only damning they were mandatory prison time and a federal offense.“Now I can keep all this evidence under lock and key away from the public as long as it needs to but you are going to have to start listening to what I ask from now on” Evelyn continued whispering a devious smile on her face.Lisa simply nodded an expression of fear on her face as she looked into Evelyn’s cold eyes.“First order of business Mayor Lisa is to take down all those exercise posters around the entire city tomorrow” Evelyn said smiling her hand still firmly on Lisa’s shoulder. “Second order of business from now on you are going to eat real delicious food at everyone of our meetings from now on are we clear on those two” Evelyn said coldly.“Yes of course that is no problem” Lisa said fear in her voice.“Excellent” Evelyn lightened her grip slightly but not much “thirdly the people you sold the dock property too are members of several nasty gangs that have been using the building you sold them to smuggle drugs into the city” Evelyn lied adding to the blackmail. “So as a result of this you now have gang ties as well this may complicate your job a little so you will be staying with me as often as possible from now on clear” Evelyn once again tightened her grip slightly.Lisa could not get any more worried or afraid than she had been at that moment “yes Evelyn whatever you say!”Those words were always sweet music to Evelyn she paused talking for a brief moment to enjoy that phrase. “This campaign of working out is over now begins your campaign of all the foods in the city, literally every tasty bite of them all, and I do not ever want to hear any insubordination or many people in powerful places hear about all your problems Mayor” Evelyn let go of her shoulder and patted Lisa’s trim abs while saying that.Lisa said nothing else and just tried to process all of what just happened. Even if she went to the cops the gang Evelyn mentioned were literally everywhere. Running from them would be impossible let alone trying to explain to police when they own a warehouse in the city that is illegally zoned. Whatever feasts Evelyn gave her was better than getting messed up with that gang. Placing a hand on her firm abs something told Lisa this would be the last time she felt them so fit.Dalisay cursed to herself as she feebly attempted to button her size 8 pants. When this entire affair started Dalisay was a size 0, now however her bulging belly has forced her into a size 10. She was very unhappy and vowed to start working out after her meetings with Evelyn. However Evelyn was already aware of Dalisay’s plan and immediately had a counter to prevent her working out. Dalisay was given the task of redesigning all the signs and ads for Evelyn’s 11 businesses. The biggest change to this however was she had to do it at Evelyn’s house on Evelyn’s computer. Dalisay was forced to not only eat too much all day long at different restaurants. Additionally now she had to sit at Evelyn’s house that was snack filled while working. The snacks were more meals left in a buffet style served all day long for Keisha. Dalisay also noticed a lot of other very large women there as well including some that looked barely able to walk they were so fat. Dalisay sat quietly working trying to avoid all the fat women, but it did not last long. Eventually she could not take it anymore and began talking to them, while taking a break for another dinner. This chat and small talk did wonders for moral with all the other piggies Evelyn kept. It also subconsciously made Dalisay oblivious to her own fattening body even more. These new events plus Sarah helping Evelyn replace Dalisay’s clothes with larger ones. Ensured Dalisay was at least for a while unaware of her gaining form.Mayor Lisa was not taking the whole turn of events well after her meeting with Evelyn. When she got home she drank an entire bottle of wine. She then sat down on her couch and polished off two full boxes of rich decadent chocolates before passing out. The next day was not much better she could hardly focus on doing what she was told to do. Several times during the day the same chocolate company would drop off more chocolates at her office. Lisa was devouring chocolates and hiding in her office all day till it was time for lunch with Evelyn. When that time came around Evelyn with Dalisay would happily get the Mayor in a limo and take her to several restaurants. This horror of fattening feasts for Lisa and Dalisay happened for several hours daily. Lisa continued to try and workout after work, but with all the rich foods in her she quickly found it impossible to keep a decent pace. Her workouts fast became just walks and then nothing at all. The lack of exercise, now constant stream of rich chocolates, and drinking from all the stress quickly changed things for Lisa. Evelyn noticed all this and really began to increase her time with the Mayor. This also increased the time Dalisay was with them as well therefore making both women eat even more.It had been a long while since the Mayor had gone to the gym. She sat in her living room finishing her third box of chocolates before lunch. Being a weekend she did not have any obligations to the city simply obligations to Evelyn. Worriedly she sat there finishing off the box and drinking the last of her morning mocha. One of the things Evelyn made her do was enjoy four mochas everyday all of them made with heavy whipping cream and loads of sugar. This amongst the constant rich fattening feasts quickly caused the Major to go from fit to flabby. Her once fit frame of 137 lbs(61 kg) at 5’9”(176 cm) quickly became 235 lbs(106 kg). Her muscled arms quickly becoming soft losing definition. Her breasts went from a toned C cup to a flabby E cup. Her abs once a six pack where quickly buried under a thick roll of flab encasing her torso. Her toned thighs fast became blubbery. Her ass one tight and toned, became soft and jiggly. She however was not alone in her fattening Dalisay was also significantly fatter.Dalisay found that her figure since meeting Evelyn had gone from 115 lbs(52 kg) at 5’3”(161 cm) to 255 lbs(115 kg). Her small B cup breasts slowly expanded to C cup. Her flat stomach rapidly became a large singular fat roll, engulfing her lap nearly completely when she sat down. Her small legs fattened touching in the middle slightly. Her butt expanded slightly as well taking up more space as she sat down. The biggest change for Dalisay was her appetite she nearly constantly gorged herself now. Whereas before she only really ate when she needed to. Her massive bulging gut rapidly expanded to take up a lot of space when she sat down. It also always entered the room before she did when she walked through doorways. She had to waddle now simply became her gut bounced off her legs making walking uncomfortable when she was full. Thanks to Evelyn she was nearly always full.Evelyn was far from done however she insisted the mayor use her connections in the city. These connections gave Evelyn even more power and control throughout the city. Allowing her to spread her fattening crusade to nearly all aspects of the city. Even the poor areas of the city were flooded with buffets and fast food places on every corner. It was rapidly becoming clear to the Major that Evelyn was not going to stop till she was the only thin person in the city. Lisa tried to find some information on Evelyn somewhere to stop her from fattening the entire city, but it was more difficult than she imagined. Everytime she thought she had a lead on something Evelyn would discover it and punish her. Each of these more frequent punishments added more food and weight to the Major’s expanding frame. A few more months later and the Major looked nothing like someone who was once in shape, and looked more like someone who had no control around food.Lisa helplessly watched her figure expand even more as Evelyn enacted her food filled punishments. Her 235 lbs(106 kg) rapidly expanded to 385 lbs(174 kg). Her flabby arms became like large hams and jiggled constantly. Her large F cup breasts rapidly expanded to giant H cups. Her thick flab roll around her torso, became a massive ocean of several large rolls covering her lap. Her blubbery thighs rapidly touched all the way past her knees, hanging over her knees. Her ass now so large and blubbery she almost needed several chairs to sit. Dalisay however had it worse than the Major.Dalisay gorged herself helpless past 255 lbs(115 kg) and well into 407 lbs(184 kg). Her C cup breasts slowly became D cup. Her massive flabby singular fat roll quickly engulfed her legs entirely sitting or standing. Her thighs now touched nearly all the way to her knees. Her flabby fattened butt looked small compared to her fattening waist. Her waddling became very slow and labored as she was nearly constantly filled to her maximum.Evelyn did not stop however her determination to not only ruin the Major but rule the city becoming her singular focus. Through the Major she did terrible things most of which the Major got blamed for. Several laws and regulations involving fattening foods and food substances were completely removed from labels throughout the city. She stepped up her fattening game with the Major nearly twofold in the following months. The Major had no hope of will to resist Evelyn anymore her expanding bulk slowly owning her constant thought. Evelyn was nearing her contentment with the bulk Dalisay had acquired.The Major hopelessly watched as her figure was crammed to its maximum with fattening feast after fattening feast. Her 385 lbs(174 kg) became an astonishing 557 lbs(252 kg) rather rapidly. Her arms nearly completely hung over her elbows and jiggled constantly. Her giant H cup breasts rapidly became massive L cups. Her ocean of several rolls expanding from her torso rapidly covered her lap both standing and sitting. Her blubbery thighs pushing her legs apart making walking a slow waddle at best. Her ass now so large it took a bench or several chairs for her to comfortably sit down. Lisa found herself now significantly larger than Dalisay and criticized by her former supporters. Evelyn however fully supported the Major’s fattening habits.The public that is the city were quickly turning against Lisa her fattened form did not represent them they cried. Evelyn took this opportunity to run for Major during the next election her funding and supporters all under her control. The election results were a landslide in Evelyn’s favor. Her victory over Lisa was absolute and the city fully supported Evelyn now. Her power had just tripled perhaps even quadrupled. The possibilities of what she could do with all this power were swimming in Evelyn’s head. Think of all the people she could fatten all the beauty she could engorge with fat.

Author's Note: "The Harem on the Hill" is part of an ongoing reader-shaped serial narrative, updated weekly-ish. To catch up on the several months of additional content, and to get a vote in shaping the latest story choices, check out the info on my DeviantArt page: https://www.deviantart.com/maverickthewriter/journal/Serial-Preview-818531396. PS: I left the original choices in, with the winner bold and italicized, so you can decide for yourself where the voters went right or wrong . Part I You sit at your computer and click through the feeds from 32 closed-circuit video cameras. Eight cover the perimeter of your estate, including the indoor/outdoor pool, tennis court, carport and surrounding grounds; ten secure the first floor, including the entryway, kitchen, breakfast nook, study, and the living and dining rooms; while another eight show images of the upstairs bedrooms, game room, and loft. The ones you pay the closest attention to, however, are the six new ones covering your brand new basement. Of course, it’s only a basement in the sense that it’s underground and part of your home. “Compound” is probably more fitting. Satisfied that the cameras are well-placed and their pictures clear, you lean back in your chair and smile. People assume you’re retired and living the good life, counting dividend checks and whiling away the hours at your remote palatial estate. In truth, you’ve never been busier. You’ve done more work in the past year, hard physical labor, than the rest of your life combined--and have loved every minute of it. Mark Twain once said, “find a job you enjoy and you’ll never work a day in your life.” He should have said “jobs.” Over the past twelve months you’ve been an architect, a carpenter, a plumber, an engineer, a researcher, a private investigator, and a hacker. None of those professions ever appeared on your “what I want to be when I grow up” lists in grade school, but you cherished every hat you wore, knowing the ends would justify the multifaceted means. Especially now with the ends so close. You take a fat and well-worn spiral notebook from your desk and flip through. Each page features a collage of photos, articles, and pencil-scribbled notes. To the uninitiated, it would appear to be a scrapbook cobbled together by a High School girl--chock full of candid photos and even more candid assessments of her classmates (“a bitch,” “rather stupid,” “smutty”), but you know better. What you hold in your hands is far more important than some teenager’s wanton musings. It’s your bible. You reach the last page on which three names are circled: Tabitha Reynolds, Bernadette Muncy and Tina Jordan. You don’t need a refresher—you probably know more about these girls than their families--but you flip to each girl’s section in the journal out of habit. One of them is about to win the lottery. Tabitha Reynolds is an auburn-haired beauty standing nearly six-feet tall. She is undoubtedly the prettiest of the three, but you initially discounted her because of her stature. “Healthy,” “big-boned,” and “Amazonian” were a few of the words you scribbled to describe her; “intimidating” could have been another. She’s more women than most men would dare to handle. Of course, that may be why she spends most evenings at home playing video games and noshing chips. A gym rat by day, Tabitha turns couch potato at night, and the daily gym visits that keep her lazy lifestyle in check have begun to fail. Last you saw, her leotard had grown tantalizingly tight. Bernadette Muncy is a bespectacled blonde that works at the local library. Stern and conservatively dressed, Bernadette accessorizes perfectly with the dusty tomes standing rigid on the shelves. As per convention, she spends her nights at home, alone with her cats, reading classic literature. But there’s something about her that suggests she has more to offer than anonymity. After hours, Bernadette slips from her finicky façade, letting her hair down literally and figuratively. She darts around her living room with her feline friends, playing “air violin” to surprisingly loud classical music, and though she spends much of her time reading, her bedtime docket consists of Fanny Hill, Lady Chatterly’s Lover and Madame Bovary. On more than one occasion, you’ve witnessed her struggle to hold a weighty volume with one hand as her other disappears beneath the sheets. Tina Jordan is the wild-card. The petite and mousy bob-haired brunette is the only girl in your journal you don’t have a great read on and, ironically, is the only one you’ve actually met. She works as a waitress at a small coffee shop you frequent that’s almost always empty—just the way you like it. At first you thought she was aloof, but she’s just shy. She’ll talk if you invite it, but unlike the cheerily fake platitudes espoused by most tip-hungry hostesses, she’s content to keep quiet while she keeps your coffee hot. You’ve considered asking her out, but know now is not the time. You’re not sure if that time will ever come…which is why she’s on your short list. If nothing else, you’d love to rescue her from that hell-hole hovel she battens herself inside every night. You close the notebook. As disparate as the girls seem, they’re similar in all the ways that matter. They each live alone, but more importantly they’re loners—at least relative to their hyper-connected millennial brethren. None are active on Twitter or Instagram, and only Tabitha has a Facebook account (Which hasn’t been active in months. Perhaps she’s waiting until she loses those pesky new pounds?). No boyfriends. No nosy family. No burdensome jobs with heavy responsibilities. (In fact, none of the girls seem particularly ambitious or upwardly mobile.) No visible tattoos or major vices. Each girl is a clean slate, primed and ready for someone to leave their mark. That’s where you come in. You flip back and forth between them. The moment you have worked so hard for has finally come. Which girl do you choose? A.) Tabitha Reynolds B.) Bernadette Muncy C.) Tina Jordan

I’m not new to feedism, but I’m new to this site! I’m Goddess Nyx. Witch bitch. Dancer/entertainer. Domme. Tryna be a fat brat. Yes, I’m trying to gain. No, I don’t have a proper goal. I’m gonna gain till I’m happy. I have a medical condition that makes weight gain very hard for me. I tend to fluctuate a lot, but I’ve always loved stuffing at the very least. So if you’re wondering why this weird skinny girl is on here, that’s why. Always up for casual conversation if you come to me with respect. Rude behavior gets you blocked immediately. I do a lot of hucow/light pet play. Although I’m primarily dominant, I’m a switch with my feeder. Contrast is my favorite, and I’m hoping one day I’ll weigh more than him. I’ve gone from 99-ish to 112lbs in the last couple of months. Which is monumental for me. I’m extremely bottom heavy and I really like to throw my weight (ass) around when I’m being dominant. *Quick FYI— I’ve been vegetarian for ten years and I can be picky about certain foods sometimes. I actually don’t do weight gain “shakes” (I’ll have a milkshake here and there) because they’ve made me sick for days, even when I don’t chug them. I have a stomach condition similar to IBD, so with that being said— please don’t recommend really heavy dairy products! They may work for a lot but they don’t work for my gain. My feeder and I want to be careful because of my medical condition, plus I want to enjoy myself. Thanks for understanding! Talk to me, I don’t bite. 🤗🖤

Hi, all. This is the first story I am posting on Curvage. It is not brand new, having been on DA for a while. I promise I will put new stories here when I have time to finish them! Secondly, apologies if this does not display properly. As I said, first time here. I am not yet sure how much text is allowed in a post or if the formatting will mess up. I will try to edit it if possible. This is the story of Karen Karenson, the beautiful, powerful and strong willed senior financial administrator at Moloch industries. It begins when she decides to recruit a very special assistant... Here we go, enjoy: The Administrator Chapter 1 of 16 Karen leaned forwards in her expensive, luxurious, black leather swivel chair to more closely regard the candidate, sitting on a much smaller chair at the far side of her intimidatingly massive oak desk. She liked it this way - to have an elevated position of superiority over the occasional minion she felt the need to take to task in her expansive and elegantly furnished office. Or, as in this case, an interview candidate for what she intended to be a very special job. As she leaned, her thick thighs and buttocks slid smoothly against the chair armrests, which although spaced apart to their maximum settings now could not fully accommodate her girth. Her large belly moved over her lap, constrained in her tightly buttoned and overstressed shirt and short skirt, until it squashed up against the edge of the desk, flowing just slightly above and below the wooden surface, only stopping when it reached the limits of her taut shirt fabric. Her breasts, slightly too large for her bra already, bounced upwards just a little as her change in posture increased their support from her belly, adding to the strain on her shirt which creaked slightly. These changing pressures elicited an almost inaudible gasp of pleasure from her thick, redly painted lips, which she covered by launching into her next question. "So, Mr. Dereckson, I see from your file that you are a little lacking in secretarial experience. In fact, your previous job was in a" and the distaste, even contempt, in Karen's next words was palpable - "gymnasium. Would you care to tell me more about your role there?". Karen's quarry was tall and well built, bald with pale skin. He was not what she would normally consider "her type" - especially with a background in the fitness industry, which she despised. But she had paid a lot of money (she could afford it - she was very well remunerated in her job, and had anyway charged it to company expenses) to some very good cyber-stalkers to have the candidate list for the post vetted. There were things in his internet history - secret things - that had made Karen put him at the top of the list despite his lack of qualification. "Well, I was a fitness instructor, for a few years, personal training, that kind of thing" - his voice was accented and quite plain, which had already convinced Karen that he was pleasingly less intelligent than her, so would be easier to control -"only I packed it in last year; didn't like what they'd started asking me to do" - this second statement was more hasty; perhaps he had seen the sneering downturn of Karen's lips as he stated his former profession. "Explain" snapped Karen. "Well, I didn't like - I was supposed to help people lose weight, and I just didn't like doing it. It wasn't making them happy, and besides, just ... watching people wither away. Not good. It's just ... curves look good on a woman, if you know what I mean". His stumbling answer seemed to appease Karen. "I see, I see. Quite understandable" she smiled indulgently. "So, you find curves look good on a woman" - Dereck looked worried by this, plainly fearful he has caused offence, but before he could offer an apology Karen continued: "Do you think my curves "look good" for example?". Karen leaned forwards on the desk, resting her elbows to support her face with her steepled fingers, long black and red lacquered nails framing her large round cheeks. Her breasts surged forwards, bulging between her plump forearms, wobbling slightly with the movement before settling into a gentle pulsing rhythm with her breathing. Her jewelled necklace of diamond and topaz rode upon the swells, glinting as it caught the lights of her office. "Yes!" Dereck blurted out, his nervousness plain. "I mean, you look great, I mean ... " Karen shushed him with one chubby ringer finger to her plump red lips. "Good, very good. I shall let you into a little secret, Dereck. It is not your relevant vocational experience I am judging you on for this post. The qualities that I am looking for in a candidate are loyalty and obedience. I want a man who will obey my commands without question. ANY commands. The pay will, I believe, be more than adequate compensation for your loyalty. Do you think you could be that man, Dereck?". As Karen had been speaking, she had been observing Derek’s response. The nervousness seemed to leave him as she talked, gradually being replaced with a growing realisation regarding what she was saying. In tacit acknowledgment, her voice dropped lower as she spoke, became slightly more husky, the lust not quite concealed. "Ms. Karenson, if you give me this job, I promise you I will do anything you say. Anything whatsoever. You won't regret it. I will be your most loyal person - would you be offended if I say servant? Or ..." he seemed to mouth the word "slave" as though afraid to say it out loud. "Hmmm..." Karen regarded him as she might a piece of food she was considering eating. "That sounds passable, but I think I will need to test your skills in greater detail before I can make a firm offer. Lunchtime is approaching ... and I find myself lacking in refreshment. Let us call this an initiative test. Go forth Dereck, and fetch me a worthy meal. If you can do this for me it will be a very large positive in your application ... hurry now, you wouldn't want me to be hungry, would you?" "Yes, mistress, at once!" Dereck stood up, heading for the door with a sudden burst of energy. "Do you have..." he started, turning from the door for a moment "Initiative Dereck. Use your initiative. You will be judged on your performance however...on your ability to ... satisfy me. Go, now!" With a nodded bow, he was gone. Karen grinned to herself, her belly and legs pulsing with a gluttonous, anticipatory pleasure. "Oh yes ... he will be mine ... my little plaything" she said to herself quietly, stroking her stomach through her tight shirt. She turned to the sophisticated control panel in her desk. When it came to her luxurious office, no expense was spared in equipping it with every possible electronic gadget to serve her. Fat fingers, surmounted by long, heavily lacquered nails that faded from red at the tips to black at the base, operated switches, first to seal the door Dereck had left through (to the corridor - she hated letting people in that way, to her inner sanctuary, without passing through her outer secretaries and her fierce guardian), and then to bring up camera footage on an attendant screen. The whole floor of the building, her personal empire within the company, had extensive camera surveillance. They were not all visible. They were not all legal. Within the finance department however, Karen considered that she was God, all powerful, all seeing, all knowing. The screen was split between monitoring the corridor for Dereck’s return, and a hidden feed above the desk of her personal assistant, Miss Strictham, who was stationed in the adjacent room, next to her door, guarding it. Her PA was a large woman, almost as fat as Karen herself, with jet black hair worn in austere bun, huge breasts, stubby fingers and a pronounced double chin. She was lazy, clumsy, and a merciless bully of the staff under her. It was this trait that Karen delighted in the most, knowing that even a mild comment from herself about the performance of one of her minions would inevitably lead to deliciously harsh treatment from Miss Strictham. Karen liked to watch her tirades through the cameras, storing the best ones (where she caused some secretaries to break down crying, flee the room, and in one memorable case do both of the above while also wetting herself). This camera, of which Miss. Strictham was not aware, had a good view of her protruding cleavage, which Karen zoomed in on. Strictham was eating a whole twelve pack of chocolate bars, one after another, consuming each one in two swallows. Just watching her turned Karen on. She waited until Strictham has finished her gluttonous feast before buzzing the intercom. "Yes, Miss Karenson?" - her voice was subservient, fawning. Such a contrast with the way she spoke with those below her in Karens complex hierarchies. "Ah, Miss Strictham! I shall be in an important meeting all afternoon and am not to be disturbed under any circumstances, do you understand!" "Yes, Miss Karenson" "I am depending on you, Miss Strictham, Guard my portal against irksome intruders - and keep my team in line. Make sure they keep working hard, and do not tolerate any dissent. You are in charge for the rest of today." "Yes Miss Karenson, you can depend on me" Karen released the switch. She could sense the pleasure in Ms. Stricthams voice as she was freed to be even more of a bully than usual today - not that she needed much encouragement. Karen considered following her on camera for a moment, to see if she got up to any real shouting and harassment, but she had other matters to attend to, and the camera records would be stored for weeks anyway. She opened a small cupboard set into the right-hand side of her desk. It was refrigerated, and contained several boxes of eclairs as well as many wine bottles. Dereck was out on a mission to feed her, but what would make today even more perfectly delicious would be a little indulgence while waiting for him to return. She took one of the eclair boxes, and poured herself a large glass of wine. More food, more drink, more pleasure ... that was what she desired. Just a little more now, and then, a little more later, and so on, never ever stopping. First though, she needed to prepare for further enjoyment. She drained the wineglass in one mighty gulp, putting it down and taking her office remote control in that hand. She loved automation - having electric motors do the work at the push of a button was so elegant, so pampering. She activated her pedestal, raising it to the level of her chair. Karen knew, of course, of the expression "Placing someone on a pedestal". She thought it sounded a deliciously decadent activity and so had one installed. Technically it was a heavy-duty slimline floor retractable display cabinet. She had needed to close down offices below her own to have it fitted, but the effect was worth it. With a dainty push of her foot she sent her top-quality wheeled chair gliding across the floor to her pedestal. Placing a plush cushion atop it from her seat, she transferred her ample posterior before pressing several more buttons on her control. The pedestal rose higher with a grinding of heavily loaded motors, lifting Karen several feet into the air, while the cabinets on the nearby wall opened up of their own accord, revealing an array of mirrors. Karen continued to munch on the eclairs from her box while gazing lovingly at her reflection and thinking of her own beloved body. She was so utterly, heartbreakingly beautiful, she thought to herself. Her breasts were deliciously large and heavy, her skin smooth and free from any blemish. Her buttocks were well rounded and soft, padded with thick layers of fat that made even the act of sitting down pleasurable as she felt them press against each other and against her broad hips. Her arms and legs were of great circumference where they joined her body, tapering pleasingly down to her chubby hands and feet. All of her magnificent fatness was very nicely plumped up and firm, avoiding any hint of sagginess, and of the unsightliness of cellulite. She invested a great amount of time and expense into maintaining herself in perfect condition with many beauty treatments, massages, waxes, oils and lotions, as well as spending a great number of hours lovingly obsessing over herself, as she was doing now. Her belly, she was certain, was her best feature of all, being large and rotund, the smooth soft flesh straining at her white shirt, discreetly pushing the seam open in between her buttons to reveal a sequence of crescents of her perfection bulging outwards slightly beyond the pure white fabric. As with all of her body she doted on it, ensuring that it remained soft, plump and perfect at all times. Any hint of stretch-marks as it grew (and it was growing - Karen could not abide abstinence or any disruption to her pleasure, so was constantly eating and drinking) were rigorously treated cosmetically. Her mind, she was perfectly aware, was amazing in proportion to her magnificent body. The youngest person ever to achieve the position of senior finance administrator at just 25, her cunning and ambition knew no limits. Using sex, blackmail, sabotage of her rivals and an utter disregard for honesty and principle, she found the corporate ladder at Moloch Industries to be most simple to slither her way up. The other senior executives behaved in the same manner, of course, but she went further than they were prepared to, and she won, over and over and over again. Now as head of the finance department she was custodian of the companies substantial reserves of wealth, and could allocate or refuse funding at her own whim, giving her much leverage over her "equals". Only the CEO was above her, and he was old and complacent, letting the department heads each run rampant with schemes and plots. It was a delicious environment for Karen, but she knew she was destined for greater things ultimately - her ambition would never stop driving her to new heights of power, luxury and excess. She finished the last thick, chocolatey eclair and let the box fall to the floor - she had people to take care of such mundanities as cleaning up her mess. Freed of its burden, her right hand moved to caress the bulging tops of her breasts. "Mmmm - mmmm --oh yes. I am SO beautiful! SO delicious! SO ... mmm ... perfect! I love ... me ... SO much!" - as she preened in front of the mirror, her fat hand slid down the large curve of her belly as it bulked out her taut shirt. It crossed her belt and traced the shape of her plump leg down her short skirt. When her hand reached her stockinged knee, it reversed its path but more slowly, travelling up her broad upper leg, this time slipping beneath her skirt, riding up past her stocking tops, following the smooth soft curve of her upper, inner thigh. Karen felt her slick hard nails and many rings sliding over her sensitive skin, as well as the warm softness of her fingers. She shifted position on her pedestal, opening her legs wider to allow her chubby hand to slide further into her centre, finding her warm, moist opening covered by the thin, tightly stretched fabric of her skimpy undergarments. Her fingers rubbed gently back and forth, massaging the perfectly waxed, fat-swollen orifice beneath. As growing waves of pleasure spread out from the intimate contact, she crooned softly to herself. "Oh yes ... he will be mine ... he will worship me ... he will feed me ... I will own him ... I will control him ... I will make him crawl ... mmmm yes ... mmmm ... soon ... soon ..." She began to doubly drool in anticipation - a thin trickle of saliva from the corner of her fat, lipstick glossed lips, and another thicker, more pungent fluid from between her legs, saturating her underwear and coating her chubby fingers. With a giggle that set her breasts to wobbling within their tight bra, she realised that there was yet more pleasure that she could add to her glut. With her left hand she operated another button on her remote control, opening a further hatch next to the central mirror in the nearby wall-mounted unit. A shelf extended towards her, holding a large box of liqueur chocolates in a special tray. Placing the remote on the shelf, she used her left hand to feed herself the unusually large confectionaries, crunching through chocolate and the sugar-glass liner that you could only get on the most expensive liqueurs these days, as her right hand continued to stroke her most intimate centre. All the while she continued to moan self-affirmation to herself, revelling in the sweet sound of her own voice, the incestuous words of her own self-love. It seemed like only minutes until all of the liqueurs were consumed. Karen's stomach felt deliciously full of chocolate, cream and alcohol now, her shirt and belt just subtly tighter around her girth, her breasts pushed up just a little more by the pressure of her belly below. No longer tasked with feeding her, her left hand began to explore every inch of her enhanced anatomy. "Oh me! Oh perrrrfect me! I am ... so, so good!" she simpered to herself, close to a gentle climax. Her intercom chimed. "Excuse me, Miss Karenson" - it was Strictham. Karen has purchased a system of directional microphones and speakers in her office, allowing communication from wherever she happened to be in the room, to maximise her convenience. "What! How dare you! I said I was not to be disturbed! I thought I could trust you of all people, Miss Strictham, to obey my will! This had better be ... huff ... exceptionally important!" - Karen was beginning to exhaust her fat, thoroughly unfit body from the efforts of balancing her large form on her pedestal, and the growing intensity of her masturbation. Her orgasm faded and died at the sudden disruption, making her even more irritated. "My apologies, Miss Karenson, but security claim that they have a man called Dereck Dereckson at the front desk, and he insists that he urgently needs to see you." Karen yelped involuntarily as a sudden unexpected orgasmic pulse throbbed through her body, in defiance of the ostensible death of her arousal. He was back! She was going to have so much fun! "I'm sorry, what was that?" - Strictham. " ... Uff ... uff ... ah ... wait ... wait precisely one minute, my dear Miss Strictham, and then have him sent up to my office. He can use my outer door - I shall open it for him" "Yes, Miss Karenson" - Strictham signed off. Karen grabbed her remote controller and hastily lowered herself down, closing the mirrored cabinet as she went. With a groan of effort she transferred her weight back to her luxurious leather chair and pushed herself back to her desk. She hated having to move herself like this, like a peasant having to physically exert herself to reposition her beautiful body. She must look into getting a technological solution to make her life easier. Nonetheless, when she reached her desk she felt empowered anew. Behind its rich, thick solid wood, with its concealed controls and cabinets full of food and drink, she wielded her greatest powers. Flicking through her monitors, she could see Dereck waiting at the reception desk. He was carrying many bulging bags. It would take him at least another minute to get up to her office, high in the corporate building. There was a little time still before he arrived, so she grabbed another bottle of wine from her desk, guzzling it all without the use of a glass as she watched Dereck eventually be waved on by security and make his way up to her lair. She could, of course, see him on cameras as he approached the outer door to her office (the one which led off the main corridor, and the one that she normally kept locked, preferring to channel visitors through her under-secretaries and Miss Strictham before allowing them into her august presence). Nonetheless she made him knock and wait before she unlocked the door with the push of a button. Best to make him know his place after all. Dereck approached her desk and bowed low before placing a large number of bags on its clean polished surface. "Mistress, I have brought you a lunchtime snack. I hope it doesn't disappoint" - Dereck stated as he stood before her desk, which was now heaped with various bags and boxes. "I shall be the judge of that, Dereck" she said smoothly, concealing the desperate lusts that were rising up within her, although her musk was strong, and beginning to overpower the pungent perfumes she habitually wore. With another flick of her fingers the door was locked electronically behind Dereck, sealing him in her office with her. "Now, show me what you have brought". Wordlessly Dereck opened the various bags and boxes that he had placed on her desk. My, but she could see that he had been both busy and organised. Three extra-large pizza boxes revealed pizzas covered with many layers of toppings, meats, chilli peppers, onions, extra cheese and cheese-stuffed crusts. There were also three separate curry boxes, with naan breads and poppadoms (no rice, she was pleased to note - that was peasant food), a huge assortment box of Chinese food, a large paper bag full of sausage rolls and various meaty pastries, no less than three whole large cakes for desert, and a half dozen bottles of wine, port and strong liquors. Karen felt waves of pleasure pulse through her body just from looking at the excessive tribute laid out before her. Surely she was worshipped like no other before her. "Mmmm ... adequate, I suppose, perhaps" she teased. "I shall give you the opportunity to make up for the shortfall in quality and quantity with the presentation. Feed me, Dereck. Feed me now, in accordance with my commands. Let us start with the pizzas. Bring them to me.". Karen reclined in her chair, taking her ease, as Dereck brought the first pizza box and selected a slice of massively meat-laden cheesy pizza, offering it up gently to her mouth. Karen waited until the edges of the triangular slice made contact with the plush corners of her lips before biting off, chewing and swallowing the end of the slice. She ruminated upon the mouthful for a few moments, enjoying the tase of many greasy meats seasoned with spices, tomatoes and rich cheese, before coming to the conclusion: "More". Dereck enthusiastically presented more of the pizza slice for Karen to bite off. In three gulps she had consumed it entirely, cheese-stuffed crust and all. She gave a small belch of satisfaction before demanding the next slice. Dereck complied without hesitation. The influx of heavy, cholesterol-laden food seemed to spark Karen's appetite to new heights of decadence, and her rate of consumption increased with each delicious slice. More and more pizza was shoved down Karen’s eager gullet as her hands, free of any need to participate in the gluttonous orgy since Dereck was happily complying with every instruction, moved around her body caressing her breasts, thighs, buttocks and belly as they groaned, creaked and expanded under the weight of her feast. After the second pizza was completely consumed, Karen demanded a pause for lubrication as her swollen stomach was beginning to feel dry. Dereck presented a large glass of fine port, which Karen drained completely in one massive gulp, before ** calling for the third pizza. It was at this time that the first and lowest button burst from Karen's shirt with a sharp ping. Her swelling belly flowed out from the breach, forming a thicker and higher dome of fat which Karen massaged intently with her hands. "Mmm.. yes, I am getting ... bigger. My beautiful body ... feels so good. Dereck, mmmph - chomp - chew ..." Karen guzzled down another pizza slice. Dereck had picked up the knack now of moving the slice further into her mouth as she chewed, so she could consume it in a single go. "Dereck, it is not enough to simply feed me .. urrrrp! ... now. Tell me .. tell me how beautiful I am" "Yes, Ka - er - Miss Karenson. Well..." Dereck lacked the vocabulary of Karen, and his clumsy tongue struggled to find the right words. "Well, you're really, really beautiful. Like awesomely amazing" - another slice was fed into Karens increasingly greasy mouth to much chewing and several small belches. "Your breasts are, like, absolutely massive, and your arse is amazing, totally off the scale of amazingness. And you're really awesomely sexy, and..." "Enough, Dereck! ... arrrp! ...I will teach you fair speech to praise and worship me in the future. For now let us use your body, rather than your tongue. More Pizza, Dereck, I must .. brrp! ... engorge myself. I must become even more beautiful". "Yes, Miss Karenson!" - Dereck redoubled his efforts, feeding the heavily meat-laden slices one after another as Karen gobbled them down with increasing speed. Soon, the final pizza was consumed, all aside from the very last section of crust which Karen grabbed, gesturing with it like a tiny baton. Her stomach felt very bloated and overstuffed now, almost but not quite painful with its internal pressure. The sheer mass of her belly pushed down on her crotch and thighs; the feeling of her beloved flesh pressing in on itself was intoxicatingly arousing to her. She needed more, but there were many pleasures competing for her attention this afternoon. "More porter!" she decreed. Her glass was refilled and handed to her. She reclined her chair to its furthest setting, halfway between sitting and lying down, and again drained her large goblet, although this time it took noticeably longer to get the thick red fluid down into her throat, and the process was further slowed by several loud belches mid-swallow. Her eyes bulged, and ** swam in and out of focus for a few seconds. "Mmmm .. delishious ... urrrp ... Now, Mr. Dereckshon, you have proven yourshelf passably apt in the firsht trial. The next shtage is a physhical examination. Take ... no, wait. More porter, then ... take off your shirt, shlowly". This next refill fully drained the bottle, and Karen sipped the bulbous glass more slowly now, thoughtfully rubbing the end of her pizza crust baton over her breasts, leaving a trail of grease and sauces, as she watched Dereck strip. The buttons came off his pale yellow shirt one at a time, from the top to the bottom, revealing a hairless, heavily muscled chest with prominent pectorals and firm, well defined abdominal musculature. His arms also spoke of significant physical strength, muscles moving over muscles as he changed pose. There was something of a proud grin on his face as he saw the drunken desire in Karen's expression. "Closher - hic!" she beckoned with a fat greasy finger, temporarily parking the pizza crust in between her huge breasts. As Dereck strode over, she rubbed her hand over his powerful muscles, purring with delight, her fingers trembling at their hardness and size. "Not bad! They could be bigger, but a good shtart. I need my pershonal shervant to be very big and shtrong to satishfy by physhical needs. Ah! .. oh! .. urrp! Ah... now, let us shee what ish down below. Slowly, deliberately, Dereck undid his belt and unzipped his flies, gently lowering his trousers, revealing dark grey underpants sporting a very obvious, very large erection beneath the fabric. Further down came the trousers, showing thick muscular legs, again all perfectly hairless. Eventually Dereck kicked away his shoes and socks to stand next to her clad only in his underwear. Karen gave a yelp of pampered, girlish delight. Her fat fingers came forth again to feel the swell of the muscles of his thigh, and then to stroke up and down the tumescence in his pants, making sure to assess the large swollen globes of his testicles nestled beneath. She sipped deeply at her port. "Ah! Ooh, yes! Adequate, I shuppose. We can alwaysh find ways of making you ... ohhh .. bigger in the futshure. But how shtrong is your obedienshe to my ... urp ... will? Let ush test how complete my control ish! Dereck, get down on all foursh on the floor below me!" Dereck did not hesitate to go down on his hands and knees on the floor below her chair, looking up expectantly at her. With a series of moans, gasps, belches and farts Karen squirmed her massive body sideways in her chair so that she could look down upon him. "Good ... now, bark like a dog". "Woof! Woof! Bark!" - Dereck complied. Karen giggled with glee at the power she held over him, the ease with which she could bend him to her will. As her great belly, swollen breasts and plump buttocks quivered and jiggled with her mirth, a second button popped on her shirt, ending her laughter in a yip of sensation as her belly once again surged forth to push against the armrest of her chair. "Yes, yes! Oh!" trembling with pleasure at Dereck’s compliance, Karen slowly pulled out the pizza crust from between the twin spheres of her bosom. She tossed it down to the floor where it landed in front of Dereck. "Eh .. eh ... eat it like a dog!" Shifting her glass to her other hand, Karen's fat fingers pleasured herself once more, with greater speed and enthusiasm, as she watched Dereck pick up and consume the pizza crust from the floor using only his mouth. "Yes, oh yes! My animal, my pet, my powerful mushcular beast, all mine!" she murmured to herself as pleasure pulsed through her swollen form. All too soon, Dereck’s bestial meal was completed, and Karen, panting and sweating from the effort of her masturbation, gave one final deep moan and was still. " uff ... huff ... wheeze ... Mr. .. uhhh ... Mr. Dereckson. Your performanshe has been ... huff ...huff ... adequate during thish .. whuff ... stage. However, I need to know that you ... huff ... that you can truly shatisfy my pershonal requirements. I require re-invigourashun Dereck. Rotate my shoft delicate body." - Karen held up her hands for Dereck, who arose and with surprising gentleness leaned over Karen and part-lifted, part-hugged her until her body was once more reclining on her well padded back. "Good ... huff .verry good. Now ... more food! More drink! I musht have more power Dereck! Fill me with fine thingsh, make me ... huff ... better!" "Yes, Miss Karenson" Dereck replied, but with a lusty tone to his voice suggesting that he would enjoy complying with this order. The port was now depleted, so he moved on to a strong creamy liqueur, in a clean glass to avoid curdling. While Karen began to sip and slurp at this, he prepared the Indian takeaway feast. Large strips of chicken, beef and lamb in tubs of various hot, spicy sauces were arranged, along with naan breads and poppadoms. Karen was not inclined to make any effort herself now that she had a willing slave, and at her gesture Dereck picked out chunks of meat and lifted them to her lustfully waiting mouth with his fingers. The process was far from efficient, and drips of rich curry sauces fell on her face, breasts and shirt as he worked and Karen gorged. Her belly was already stuffed full from the Pizza, and now her increasing gluttony was putting more and more pressure on it. A third button popped off her shirt - now the remaining few at the top were creaking, the fabric beginning to tear. The pressure on her immense breasts was forcing them further up now. Karen could feel her erect nipples moving against the inner surface of her bra as they rode higher, ever closer to the top of their confinement. Karen made it clear with her gestures as she pigged out, that she had no longer any interest in the naan breads or poppadoms. She wanted only the finest of foods now that her belly was stuffed to the limit. The meat, not the bread. The filling not the crust. Each mouthful of delicious food was now a struggle to swallow down against the pressures within, but Karen found it oh so satisfying to do so. While one hand poured finest cream liqueur down her throat from her large glass, to lubricate it, her other hand stroked and caressed her belly, feeling for the slight increase in size with each swallow, giggling with delight when she sensed it. As she indulged herself to an ever greater degree, Karen's sexual appetites began to recover, once again feeling the stimulation of the weight and pressure of her huge belly on her vagina and clitoris. She also became aware of a slight discomfort growing around her waist. She could not see over the huge and growing dome of her girth, but she could feel the bite of her skirt, and the thin black leather belt she wore around it. They had long ago reached their limit and now were increasingly digging into her lower belly, forcing her growing fat to bulge around the barrier. "Mmmpph! Dreckk! I am ... dishcontent! My belt! Looshen my belt! ... uuurp!" "Yes, Miss Karenson". Dereck risked one light kiss of her huge swollen belly as he felt for the clasp of her belt, almost buried beneath the overflowing pink flesh of her abdomen. It turned out that the belt had already been on its widest setting. As soon as Dereck de-coupled it, it flew apart with a crack of leather, drawing an involuntary gasp from Karen as the sudden release caused waves of pulsing fat to ripple back and forth across her stomach. Her tight black skirt had split instantaneously when the belt was removed, having no hope of holding back Karen's compressed, straining layers of blubber on its own. "Oh ... ohhh ...oooooh!" Karen moaned at the extreme sensations as her wobbling gut settled down. It seemed, if possible, even larger now, but the release of pressure has eased her engorged stomach slightly. "Look ... look what you have done, you clumshy oaf!" Karen scolded, the torn ruin of her skirt draped around her thighs. "I shall punish you for thish, Dereck ... urrp ...but first ... I want ... uff ... hufff ..oh yesss ...I want more. More food Dereck. I am shtill not shatishfied. I want more ... alwaysh more ... never shtop" - her head wobbled **, and her hands seemed a little less coordinated as they gloatingly rubbed her fat body. All of the meats in the Indian selection had been eaten now, and so Dereck quickly cleared them away and produced the Chinese. He knew Karen would want only the richest, fattiest foods he had brought at this point (in fact, he had not expected her to eat all of the different options, and was in awe of her incredible appetites. He had always lusted after fat, dominant women, but he never felt he would have the chance to get so close to such a supreme example of one. This had all happened so fast, he was emotionally spinning, but determined not to lose this chance. Being consumed by lust helped, of course). He started with a container of deep-fried chicken in thick, lemony sauce. Karen gleefully stuffed her mouth absolutely full of the greasy food before - with some difficulty - forcing it down in a series of huge gulping swallows. Her enormous gut groaned and grumbled with the strain as it expanded further and Karen giggled with delight. Dereck moved on to other containers - prawn wontons, sesame prawn toast (deeply fried), crispy fried beef, duck with hoisin sauce. This last almost seemed to choke Karen, refusing to go down her throat as she grunted and squirmed, eventually pushing it down with her fingers while swallowing over and over again to force it in. As it eventually inched it's way down, Karen gave an overstuffed whimper. "E - enough! Dereck, my beautiful stomach, it ish ... urp ... oohhh! Full!" "Yes, Miss Karenson" Dereck responded. "If I can say so, your body is looking really, really great. I've never seen anyone eat that much in one go! Can I kiss your gorgeous belly?" "You may ... urp - sqlcch - firsht remove my dresh." - Dereck had little difficulty removing the torn, damaged dress from Karen's thighs - due to a combination of tearing and unzipping there was only a scrap of material holding it together, which he quickly ripped through. Dereck kissed her first about the navel, at the peak of the huge expansive curve of her flesh. Her hands eagerly grasped the bald dome of his head and guided him down lower with subsequent kisses. Karen moaned with anticipation as his mouth worked its way slowly down her curve, towards the line of her black skimpy underwear. Then she spied the three large cakes still on her desk. "Squeeee!" - Karens eyes bulged. Her large fat tongue lolled out from between her plump red lips to squirm and lick around her greasy mouth. "Musst have ... mmm ... errp! C .. Cake!" "Miss Karenson - Mistress - are you sure? You have ... " "Yess! More! I ... hic! ... I command it! Obey me, shlave! Obey my ... pfft ... will! I control you! I .. oh! Ohhhh!" - Karen panted and gasped for some moments, her hugely overstuffed body trembling with the amount of food she had consumed, discomfort veering to actual pain as skin, fat and stomach walls were stretched beyond their natural capacity. "Lube ... lubricash ... drink! Now!" - Karen cried, fat hand waving unsteadily towards the half full bottle of cream liqueur nearby on the edge of her desk, plump greasy fingers opening and clenching as though she expected to be able to grab it by sheer force of pampered, malevolent will. "Yes, mistress" - Dereck passed the bottle, Karen's ostensible urgency precluding any opportunity to pour it into a glass. Her fat hands were shaking as she grabbed it two-handed and forced the neck between her lips. Dereck could hear her moan as she tried to chug the strong creamy alcohol. The level in the bottle was only falling slowly and intermittently, with some of the sticky fluid splashing from her fat lips to trickle down her chin. Acting on instinct, he used a little of the spillage to coat his fingers, and began to gently massage Karen's enormous swollen belly. Her moans turned to surprised squeals, but she did not let go of the bottle. The immense fat and pudge of her girth emitted more load groans and gurgles as a result of his ministrations, but it appeared to be having some effect - bubbles rose in Karen's bottle and the fluid level dropped more rapidly as it eased down her throat, finding new space in the vastness of her stomach. Eventually the bottle was drained, and Dereck moved quickly to catch it as Karens girthsome arms flopped down and her hands released it. "Mmmph ... Nnnnggg ... Cuh ...ckkkh ... Cake!" she moaned, her arms rallying and reaching out towards the delicious icing and marzipan covered luxury cakes on her desk. Dereck smoothly went over to them and cut very large slices of each one. One cake was dome-shaped and made of cream and confectioners’ custard, coated with green marzipan. Another was vermillion icing over red velvet cake stuffed with layers of cherry jam. The third was lower in height, but almost entirely made of solid chocolate, dark, dense and heavy. Obeying Karen's wobbly gestures to the best of his ability, Dereck placed all three slices atop her vast, heaving cleavage. Karen smiled and made cooing noises, hands caressing both her breasts and the cakes. "Yes, oh yesh. I am going to make you mine, oh yes! Dereck, mashage my beautiful enourmoushness - no, wait! My legsh Dereck. On the desk. Gently --- very gently. One at a time, with an effort that taxed his strong physique, Dereck raised each of Karen's legs to rest her feet atop her large desk, using surplus cushions (of which there were many in the office) to pad her delicate heels on the hard wood. Her position meant that they ended up being splayed out at quite a wide angle, making the arms of her great chair creak with the strain, while the change to her posture caused seismic shifts in the arrangement of her vast bulges of fat, causing belching, farting, and several moans and yelps of pleasure from Karen. As he completed the work, the change in pressures caused her last two shirt buttons to tear open completely, making her huge breasts swell and surge even more, now only barely constrained by the very tips of Karen's erect nipples just below the edges of the cups of her bra. Fortunately, her large arms cradled and held her cakes in position in front of her mouth even as the terrain beneath them shifted from fabric to flesh. Dereck stood between Karen's akimbo legs, working gently to massage her vast and swollen belly, judging his performance by her moans and the gurgles from within. There was by now enough grease from her gluttony to lubricate the sensuous passage of his hands without need for any specialist oils. As soon as Karen sensed the contents of her stomach begin to settle even a little bit, she started the first cake, the green one. Delicious creams and marzipan filled her mouth in an explosion of sweet flavours, causing her to emit pleased mooing noises. The soft dessert slid smoothly down her throat, accompanied by a belch of pleasure. Dereck could feel her belly expand slightly more at the creamy loading, a sensation that made him incredibly hard. "Kish me, Dereck --- my beautiful belly, my gorgeoush girth, kiss ... mmmph!" - as Dereck complied, adding sensuous kisses to his massaging of her prodigious gut, Karen's left hand seemed to shove the red cake at her mouth before she had even finished speaking, complying with some inner lusts stronger than her conscious mind. This cake was a little dryer than the previous one, but still delicious and velvety as Karen took some time to chew and swallow it, forcing down each marvellously calorific bite. Meanwhile, Dereck gradually worked his kisses down the curve of her belly, going as low as he dared, kissing around the line of her over-stretched underwear and the insides of her thighs. Her musk was overpowering down there, and Dereck felt his erection become yet harder. "Oohhh yesh! I mush -- I ... I ... eeeek!" - Karen's huge stomach groaned and strained, trembling at the load. Both her hands now held the final, very rich and chocolatey slice of cake. Her selfish desires were those of a spoiled child who refused to stop in their indulgence despite any warnings. She would eat it. Nothing would stop her. She must have it. She was momentarily distracted in her gluttony by the growing ripples of pleasure spreading out from Dereck's kisses, closer and closer to her intimate regions. He was her willing slave now. She could do anything she liked with him. It would further perfect her pleasure if he ... yes ..."Dereck, my thong - bite through it. Chew it - I ... ooohhh! I command you! Be ... be gentle tho - if you harm even the tiniesht part of my divine body you will ... you will ... urrp! You will be shacked!" "Yes, my Mistress" - the pleasure in this order was evident in Dereck’s voice. Kneeling down between her legs, he maintained the gentle massage of her huge belly with his hands, not missing a beat as he ran his tongue up and down the seam between her thighs and her crotch. Everything there was already slick with Karen's fluids, which aided him as his strong, agile tongue wormed its way beneath the centre of her lacy, skimpy knickers. It pulled the fabric away from her bulging fat flesh, just far enough for him to get a grip with his teeth. Karen gasped and moaned at the complex dance of sensations between her legs, and began to advance the large cake slice further into her mouth slowly as Dereck worked. The panty material proved deceptively tough for its seeming flimsiness, but Dereck chewed with increasing passion, grinding his lower front teeth left and right against his upper set to create a scissoring, cutting motion which caused the thread-work in the band of fabric to fail one strand at a time. Eventually, with a snap, the whole structure came apart. Layers of fat around her labia rearranged themselves as the constraining pressures were removed, eliciting another sharp yip of pleasure from Karen, which was muffled somewhat by the chocolate cake pushed deeply into her mouth. "Ikkk ee ... I ommand u oo ikk ee" - Karen's voice, high pitched with excitement, quivered as the cake slid deeper and she began to chew. Dereck did not need to precisely understand her words to know her desires however. Pressing his face firmly in between her legs, he set about pleasuring her as she ate, lips and tongue stroking her labia, caressing her clitoris, sliding deep within her slick centre. He felt as much as heard her rising moans of pleasure, the sound travelling through her swollen, stuffed flesh to resonate in ears surrounded by the softness of her broad thighs. Karen forced the thick chocolate cake down her throat with a series of greedy peristaltic contractions that exactly matched those from within her vagina as her throbbing arousal grew - a perfect foodgasm. As she forced the last of the thick chocolate cake into herself, the incredible pressure of her swollen belly not only forced her breasts from her bra, but caused the bra itself to snap apart as the front fastenings finally gave up under the strain. With a whelp of pleasure and surprise, she moved her hands to grab her greasy breasts, holding the erect nipples and firm aureoli within the pudge of her digits. The sensations only served to arouse her further, and she realised that instead of reaching a climax her orgasms were greedily accelerating. She wanted ... no, needed ... even more. "Dereck! Take me! Now! I musht haff more!" she moaned. Dereck did not hesitate. With a flick of his hands and his hips, his underpants were gone. He rose before her, completely naked, his huge swollen penis straining towards her. He leaned in. Karen's fatty bulk occupied all of her large leather chair and then some, but reaching around her hips, Dereck could feel a region just above the curves of her sumptuous buttocks and below her fat back, where the pressure of flesh was lower. He reached around into this space with his hands, grabbing her plump behind and pushing himself into her. His strong muscular body pressed deep into her layers of fat, his huge cock sliding up to the hilt into her slick vagina. Karen's moans of pleasure increased in volume as he pushed deep into her over and over again, the grip of his hands on her rear keeping her in place as they both came to an exquisite final orgasm, his hot fluids filling her entirely as they both moaned and gasped at the waves of pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity floating within each other, consumed by hot ecstasy, Dereck finally staggered back, spent, and they both subsided into an exhausted blissful sleep. Sometime later Karen came around. She felt warm, fuzzy, tired, very full and satisfied. Dereck was already awake, dressed, and busy cleaning up the detritus of their excesses. Although the room had been largely tidied, Karen herself was no longer the same as she had been at the start of the interview. Her torn skirt was on the floor, her pants ripped at the crotch, her chest exposed by her burst shirt and bra. Her surviving clothes were stained by curry, Chinese food, chocolate and grease, and her body was puffed up, bloated and swollen to an obscene degree by her indulgences. "Dereck, come to me" she commanded in a soft voice. "Yes, mistress, I obey" he responded, kneeling close to her reclined head. "Dereck, your interview has gone rather well today. I feel that you have earned a place in Moloch Industries as my Special Assistant. However, I can see the job description ... urppp! ... expanding slightly. I require you to also act as my pershonal cheuffuer and live-in valet. Convey me home Dereck. I need to ... aaahhh! ... rest now, and recover my strength. I will achieve great things, Dereck, and my loyal followers will be rewarded for their efforts. You must obey me though. Obey my every whim, my every deshire. Convey me home, Dereck. I command it. I order it. Do so now." - as Karen spoke, she moved Dereck’s unresisting head closer to her belly, where he repeatedly kissed her soft swollen flesh. Dereck needed but a moment to consider his mistresses proposal. He had lived alone for some time now, and had never in his life known a greater pleasure than he had experienced from obeying her desires this day. He was ready to be fully consumed by her, to become her minion, her slave. He would do this. He immediately sought around for ways in which he could obey her command, filled with that strength known only to fanatic followers of any cause. Her clothes were a mess, but Karen kept a luxurious, thick coat of genuine animal fur close to the door. That would cover up for the trip. Hugely bloated from her feasting, Dereck would not expect Karen to wish to rise from her chair, but he was able to get the coat over her enormous, beautiful body, gently working it down between her back and the chair. A few smaller slices of cake and some whiskey as a pick-me-up restored some of her energy, and Dereck was able to make use of her network of cameras to plot a moment when the corridor outside the office was empty. Then, locking up after they had both left, he wheeled her groaning and gurgling bulk to the executive elevator and they rode it to the parking garage in the basement. "Oooh ... ohhh... " moaned Karen. "Fear not, my loyal shervant ... ooooh ... I will arishe stronger shan ever, bigger, better, more beautifu .. errp! .. more beautiful. Necsht time I will eat the shtakes and the pashtries and the Naans, and ALL of the cakesh" - Karen's stomach rumbled loudly, as if already regaining appetite just from the thought of repeating the banquet with even greater gluttony. At Karen's direction, Dereck wheeled her over the concrete (prompting further groans and gasps - her chair's wheels were not built for such roughness and it shook and juddered as they went) to her large SUV in the nearby executive parking area. Giving him the keys, she permitted Dereck to raise her from the seat as gently as he could manage, her fat body and the chair both creaking greatly has her expanded flesh squeezed and strained, blubberous hips moving up only with difficulty from between the widely spaced armrests. Eventually victory was achieved however. Karen rose up to stand unsteadily and with Dereck’s help pivot her huge girth to place her buttocks down again in her own passenger seat, where she slumped, panting from the effort. "Home, Dereck!" she commanded, and Dereck obediently took charge of the vehicle, driving her back to her large, luxurious house - practically a mansion - some miles away in a very exclusive area of town. There he helped her to stagger to bed, while he worked to retrieve his possessions from his own humble apartment and move in as her full time servant.

This is a mutual gaining story set at the end of the world. The first four sections are mostly world building and character development. If you want to get to the really kinky stuff, scroll down a few sections. I’ll be adding more in time. I love feedback, let me know what you think. James As I entered the ten digit combination to release the primary lock and pressed my thumb against pad to release the secondary lock, I couldn’t help but think back on the two years that had lead up to this seemingly improbable circumstance. I never even knew that my late father had built this elaborate doomsday shelter, let alone that he would leave it to me as part of an inheritance, yet here I was opening a hefty latch to climb down into a bunker to live out the rest of my days. Like me, my dad had been engineer during his life, but he was also a bit of a conspiracy theorist. Who knew that one of his prognostications would come to fruition? Two years had passed since his death and I had spent the majority of the time pouring over his extensive research notes and journals, searching for a reason as to why he felt the need to build such a massive safe house for the end of the world. It became somewhat of an obsession for me and I eventually bought in to his theories and decided to prepare myself for civilization’s end. My dad had envisioned his bunker housing a family of four for decades but I was alone in the world and had very few close relations. No family. No really close friends. Definitely no partner. I eventually accepted that I would likely be down in the bunker alone, which fuelled another obsession of mine, gaining weight. I never had the guts to actually go through with it in real life, but as I had come to accept that civilization was in its final chapter, I started fantasizing about creating a gainer’s paradise down in that bunker. A place where I could stuff myself on a daily basis and grow as massive as possible. The fantasy drove me wild. I almost yearned for the day that I would lock myself down there and begin fattening up. After months of contemplation, I decided to make my fantasy into reality. The food stores were already in place, I just had to supplement them with some extra fatty treats. I also had to make some modifications to the bunker to ensure that it would be adequate for my growing body. I wanted to grow to a massive size and I had to prepare the space and all the support systems to accommodate that. Once everything was in place, I simply had to wait for the world to fall apart. And it did, only two years after my father’s death. The first two months in the bunker were absolutely incredible. I lived out so many of my gaining fantasies and just ate whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. I had made sure that the food supply was filled with so many delicious options that I would never had a problem finding something tasty. While the world burned above ground, I gorged myself below. I rarely wore any clothing, opting instead to eat and live in the nude. My belly became more and more distended every day as I stuffed myself while watching my extensive library of movies and tv programs and playing hours of video games. I got high, drank plenty of alcohol, watched an obscene amount of porn, and pleasured myself multiple times each day. I was living a life of endless debauchery and the earliest signs of my indulgences were showing on my once trim figure. I could feel myself transforming into a fat pig and I loved it. Yet I was a little lonely. I had desperately wanted to find someone to share my gluttonous life with, but it just never happened. I didn’t want to invite just anyone to spend the rest of time with down in a bunker. I wanted to find someone with whom I shared an actual connection. I also wanted to find someone who wanted to gain with me. I had plenty of food, just no one to share it with. I had all but resigned myself to my lonely but pleasurable existence when I heard the proximity alarm go off. Using the remote, I switched the television feed over to the closed circuit cameras hidden outside the bunker. I hadn’t looked outside for weeks and I was shocked with what I saw. My father’s old house had been burned to the ground and the trees were bare despite it being the middle of June. The wind blew hard, shifting debris every which direction. It was evident that civilization had fallen and gangs of miscreants roamed the land preying on the weak. The alarm had been triggered by a young woman who was staggering through what had been the backyard of my dad’s large property. She swayed back and forth as she strode toward the concrete patio that had survived the fire. As she reached the stairs, she fell over and didn’t move for a number of minutes. The rational side of me thought that I shouldn’t venture out of the bunker, but this woman was in bad condition and looked like she would not survive long without any aid. I couldn’t just leave her to die out there, so I made the decision to go retrieve her and bring her down to the bunker to heal up. Jessica A grey ridged ceiling greeted my weary eyes as I awoke from what felt like the longest and most restless night’s dream I’d ever had. The last thing I remember was hazily wandering through an open field towards what looked like a broken down and burnt structure. I had been walking for ages looking for food and water and must have collapsed...but how did I end up here? I was in a comfortable bed, still in my ragged dirty clothes, but I felt much better, albeit hungry as hell. If it weren’t for the industrial look of the walls and ceiling, I would have sworn I was in someone’s home. There was a bedside table, bookcase filled with novels, pictures of happy people enjoying birthdays, Thanksgivings, and other such celebrations, and artwork hanging on the wall. “Where the fuck am I?” I muttered to myself as I quietly, yet quickly, got up, put on my shoes, which had been left beside the bed, and tiptoed my way towards the door. I cracked it open an inch to look out into an expansive living area complete with a large tv, comfortable looking couch, and a dining table. It all looked very appealing, but I had no idea who I would encounter here, so I decided to try to sneak out what looked like the entrance to this bunker. As I tiptoed through the living area and reached the opposite doorway, I heard a voice from behind me. “Hi there,” the masculine voice called from behind. “I know this must be very alarming waking up here, but I saw you collapse outside and-“ “Listen,” I interrupted as I spun around to see the voice’s owner. He was somewhat tall, bearded, dark features, and short hair. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, that clung tightly against the man’s body. “I don’t know who you are, but I’ve survived long enough out there to know that I can’t trust anyone but myself. I’m going to leave now and I don’t want any trouble from you.” The man kept his distance and raised both of his hands in the air causing his shirt to ride up and reveal an inch of skin around his midsection. “I understand that your apprehension,” he said with kindness in his voice. “If you want to leave, you’re more than welcome. The exit is through that doorway. Just climb the ladder and open the hatch at the top. I’ve packed a backpack of food, water, and other supplies for you, if you want to take them. They’re by the door there.” I reached over and grabbed the pack and headed out. As I climbed the ladder, I heard him call from below. “Listen, it’s dangerous out there. If you ever feel the need to come back, just come back to the stairs outside. I have more than enough supplies for both of us here and I really mean you no harm.” “Goodbye” I said as I exited out the hatch. I quickly walked a few miles away from the hatch and sat down on stump in the middle of the woods. The backpack was indeed full of food, water, and supplies, all sealed and untampered. I drank some water and ripped open a couple granola bars. It was the first food I’d had in what seemed like a week. It felt good to eat and feeling still a little fatigued, I decided to rest for a few hours. As I lied next to a nearby tree, I couldn’t help but contemplate what had just happened. Ever since everything went to shit, I hadn’t encountered a single decent person. Most everyone had died in the first few days, leaving a small population of hardened and mostly vicious gangs of looters, rapists, and murderers. I had barely survived numerous unfortunate encounters only to be rescued by perhaps the one last decent person left. Should I have run off so quickly? After all, he could of easily left me to die, or worse... Off in the distance, I heard a rustling and several voices. I had to move and fast. I quietly got up and returned in the direction I had come. I don’t know why, but my feet carried me back towards the bunker. The voices were heading in the same direction and I hurried as quickly as my legs would carry me while making as little noise as possible. I eventually reached the field with the burnt down house and headed towards the concrete stairs leading up to the dilapidated structure. My heart was pounding as I gazed at the ground where the hatch was concealed. The man had said I could stay there if I wanted. Perhaps this was a better chance of survival. The wait seemed like hours, though I’m sure I was only there for a minute. Suddenly the hatch opened and I hurried over to climb down the ladder, closing the entrance to the bunker on my way down. What I found at the bottom was a very strange sight. James The woman had returned only a few hours later and I could tell that she looked absolutely terrified, so I quickly pulled the hatch release lever located by the door. I didn’t expect her to return, so I was completely naked and had been stuffing my face with snacks as I watched an old episode of Cheers. Thankfully, my pants and shirt were still on the dining table. I quickly clothed myself, but my protruding gut made fastening the pants difficult. I could hear her descending the ladder and I donned my shirt hastily, realizing all too well that it struggled to cover my stuffed belly. Dozens of wrappers were strewn about the couch, but I had no time to clean them up before the woman entered the living area. She looked relieved to be inside, but I could feel her puzzled gaze upon seeing my bloated body stuffed into clothing that only somewhat fit two hours ago and now looked comically small against my swollen abdomen. “Hello,” I said awkwardly. “Are you ok? You looked terrified out there.” She wordlessly looked over to the screen which now showed several rough looking men crossing the field behind the burnt down house, well away from the concealed hatch. “Don’t you worry about them.” I said trying to console her, “even if they found the hatch, they’re never be able to break in. There are numerous safety protocols that would activate if they tried to enter by force. My name is James, by the way.” “Jessica,” she said as she surveyed the living area, littered with wrappers and crumbs. She looked a little weary of the situation, but relieved at the same time. “Thanks for letting me in. I feel like I’ve been running away from people like them forever.” “I understand.” I said. “You can stay as long as you like. If you’d like to freshen up, there’s a shower through there. The room locks from the inside.” I added awkwardly. “You have a shower here?” Jessica asked with what appeared to be a touch of excitement in her voice. “Yes. This bunker is surprisingly homey once you get used to it. Go right ahead. I’ll just be in here if you need anything.” Jessica walked over to the bathroom and I quickly cleaned up while she showered. The place was surprising messy considering she had been only gone for a couple hours. I had just finished cleaning when she finally emerged, still dressed in her dirty clothes, but otherwise cleaned up. I was taken aback when I looked upon her now clean face. She was breathtakingly beautiful with shoulder length red hair, cute freckles on her cheeks, and dazzling green eyes. “Um...hi again, I mean, I hope you feel refreshed. Come, have a seat. I’m sure you could use a nice rest.” I gestured over to the couch and she walked over to sit down. As we both sat, I felt an immediate sensation of relief and heard the distinct sound of a button bouncing on the floor. “Uh...I, um...” I muttered as my belly spilled out of my tight jeans. I hadn’t bothered to bring any bigger clothes down into the bunker so everything was extremely tight. The jeans had given a valiant effort, but my fat belly had won the fight. Jessica peered at me quizzically. “Listen,” she began, “I’m very grateful that you let me back in, but I’m a little confused by what’s going on here. I’m not judging, I used to be chubby myself, but it looked like a vending machine had exploded when I came in here.” I didn’t know what to say. I could make up some sort of lie, but what would she even believe. The truth was the only thing I could provide her. “I know this looks strange,” I began, “and it kind of is. I’ve gained a considerable amount of weight since I came down here. 34 pounds, in fact.” “34 pounds?!” Jessica exclaimed. “It’s only been two months! I mean, it’s your business, but aren’t you worried about running out of food.” “Actually, no.” I said “I, uh, stocked this place with enough food to feed a family of four for decades. This weight gain...hasn’t really been accidental either. When I came down here, I, uh, kind of decided to just let myself go.” Jessica looked surprised but not disgusted. “I understand if you don’t get it and you’d rather not stay here because of it, but I meant what I said earlier. You really can stay as long as you’d like. Even with me eating more than a healthy share, we’ll never run out of food. You can, of course leave anytime you’d like and I’ll be happy to give you whatever I can to help you.” Jessica looked at me thoughtfully. There was surprise on her face, but not disgust. “I appreciate your offer, but I’m gonna sleep on it, if you don’t mind. May I use the room I was in earlier?” “Of course,” I said without hesitation and Jessica got up and retired to her room. Jessica I sat on the bed reflecting on the strange day I’d had. I had been in worse situations outside, but I was growing tired of constantly being on edge, fearing for my safety. Maybe I should take James up on his offer, after all, he seemed like he was a decent person and was very generous for offering to let me stay here. Thinking back on our conversation, I felt like I had been a bit hard on him. After all, I used to be fat and I understood how good it felt to eat whatever you wanted. Suddenly a flood of memories filled my mind. My period of fatness began during my freshman year of college. Like so many college students, I put on weight during my first year. It wouldn’t have been such a thing except for the fact that my older sister, Jane, whom I shared a close resemblance to, was a sophomore at the same school and she was the image of fitness. My parents constantly compared me to her saying that I should go work out like she did and spend less time at the cafeteria eating them out of business. They were extremely hard on me on every occasion. I didn’t like all the negative attention and every time they were particularly hard on me, I ended up going back to school and eating more. My rebellious attitude ended up making me gain 60 pounds over the first two years of school. When I reached the 200 pound mark, my parents stepped in, took me out of school, and hired a trainer and a nutritionist to help me lose the weight. Everybody made me feel so bad about my self image that I became borderline anorexic and actually lost 80 pounds. My parents were overjoyed with my slim figure, but I felt horrible about myself. It took me years of therapy to recover from this experience and I ended up returning to my original weight of 140 pounds, though I really had to work to maintain it. It was as if my body yearned to be back at a higher weight and because of that, I had to deny myself so much of the food that I really loved. Going to the grocery store was always depressing during those years because I remembered what it was like to just eat junk food and candy to my heart’s content. My parents told me when I was fat that I was eating my feelings, that there must be some emotional reason why I ate so much, but in reality, I just loved food. When I was living at home, my parents made nasty, low fat, tasteless food. Going to college expanded my horizons on flavour and I couldn’t get enough of it. I also felt more confident in those first two years of college, unless my parents or sister were around. I had great friends, went out on a lot of dates, and felt good about myself. I really didn’t mind crossing the 200 pound mark, it was only my parents who freaked out about it. I had refused myself the pleasure of eating for so long that I had nearly forgotten how happy I was back at school. Suddenly, James’ decision to gain weight didn’t seem so crazy. This bunker was a judgement free zone. Why not be happy down here? The rest of the world was shit anyway. James When I stepped out of my bedroom the next morning, I was greeted to the smell of pancakes. Jessica was humming along with some Motown music playing over the stereo as she flipped the last of what looked like a dozen and a half pancakes onto a large platter. The dining table was set with plates and silverware and a large plate of bacon ready to be eaten. “Good morning, James.” Jessica said kindly as she set the platter of pancakes on the table. “Take a seat.” “Thanks.” I said as I sat down. “Looks like you’ve been quite busy out here.” “Yes,” she said as she took four pancakes onto her plate. “I wanted to make you some breakfast as a sort of thank you and apology. I’ve had a really rough last couple months and I’m afraid that that I took it out on you. I promise I’m not that much of an asshole.” She said with a small laugh. “Never crossed my mind.” The food looked delicious and I greedily took six pancakes and a large helping of bacon to start. Over breakfast we talked about our lives before everything fell apart. I told her all about my dad’s obsession and how he had left me the bunker following his death. Jessica had led an interesting life as a backstage manager and costume maker for a professional theatre company. She had all sorts of funny stories about crazy actors and backstage pranks. We ended up polishing off all the food in about 30 minutes, both of us properly stuffed. I had eaten ten of the pancakes and a little over half of the bacon and I definitely felt it. Jessica felt absolutely bloated after finishing her meal. “Wow, you must have been hungry!” I said patting my now swollen gut. “Food must have been scarce out there.” “It wasn’t so bad at first, but once people grasped the situation, the grocery stores and restraints were picked clean. I had to break into people’s houses to find <burp> anything.” Jessica looked embarrassed, but I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, you can eat as much as you’d like.” I said through a chuckle. “I appreciate that. Scrounging for food does make one hungry. Can’t remember the last time I had such a food baby.” Jessica leaned back and held her tiny distended belly between her hands. I was glad that we were at the table because the sight gave me a massive hard on. I was beginning to develop a massive crush on her, but I knew that I needed to act like a gentlemen, given the situation. I never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable or in danger. “Well, what shall we do next?” Jessica asked, startling me out of my contemplation. “Let’s relax for a bit and watch some tv,” I suggested to Jessica’s approval. We hauled our bloated bodies over to the couch and I turned the system on. “Before coming into the bunker, I downloaded over one hundred thousand hours of tv shows, movies, and music. If you can think of it, I’ve probably got it.” Jessica scrolled through the catalogue for a few minutes, clearly impressed by the selection. “Wow! You came down here prepared! Of course, what else are you going to do besides watch tv down here?” “I’ve also got thousands of video games and books, if you ever get bored. As far as I’m concerned, what’s mine is yours.” I said with a smile. Jessica flashed a beautiful smile back. Her green eyes, although still weary from her hardships twinkled. “I saw that you were watching Cheers yesterday. I love that show! Haven’t seen it for ages.” “That’s great. I only just started it, so we can watch it all together. We lazed about watching Cheers, laughing at all of Norm’s quips and Coach’s memory slips for about two hours. After the sixth episode, Jessica looked over at me in my sweat pants and t-shirt and commented, “You definitely look more comfortable in those sweats today than in this jeans yesterday.” “Yeah,” I replied. “I felt like a stuffed sausage yesterday. I’m too fat for skinny jeans.” Jessica looked at me appraisingly and said, “Oh, you’re not that fat...at least not yet anyway. At least you have something comfortable to wear. I’ve only got what’s on me right now.” Something dawned on me at that moment. “Hey, let me show you something.” We got up and I led her over to a closet off of the living area. Inside were several reams of fabric and sewing materials. My father had taken up amateur garment making in his final years in anticipation of having to make and mend clothes. When I discovered this closet, I learned the skill too, although I was quite terrible at it. By the time I had committed to my weight gain plan, I had all but given up on it. I did however purchase about 200 yards of elastic just in case. Jessica’s eyes lit up at the sight. “Oh my god. This is incredible. I can make some new clothes for myself. I think you’ll probably need some new stuff soon too, tubby!” She said with a smile as she playfully poked my belly. I had to excuse myself hastily and go to the bathroom to avoid being embarrassed by my arousal. When I returned she was still looking through the closet, pulling out material for her first garment. I realized that Jessica had only seen just a portion of the bunker. “Would you care for a tour of the premises? You’ve really only seen a portion of what this place has to offer.” “Sure!” She replied and we headed towards the kitchen. “I know you’ve become familiar with the kitchen, but I wanted to show you what’s in this closet.” I open the door to a small room that contained the water purification system. “This is the primary water source. This system is connected to a deep underground well over 400 feet below the surface. The reservoir is massive meaning that we’ll never run out of water. This feeds everything from the showers to the dishwasher to the washing machine.” Jessica seemed impressed. “Your dad must have been a smart guy to hook this all up. It hardly feels like a survival shelter.” “Oh, I know. I was shocked when I came down here for the first time. Let’s head through here.” I said, leading her to the master bedroom. “Here’s where I sleep. King sized bed, large tv. There’s a tv in the cabinet of your room too. They’re all connected to the same hard drive as the main tv.” “Now what’s that there?” Jessica said pointing to the mini fridge by the bed. I blushed and she gave me a knowing smile. “Well, um. Yeah. I don’t think any explanations are necessary. Let’s move on.” I said awkwardly. “Here’s the master bath and through here is what makes this place really special.” Jessica James opened the door to an expansive room. He flicked a nearby light switch and row after row of completely stocked shelves became illuminated. My eyes widened as a room the size of a small grocery store came into view. Each ten foot high shelf was filled floor to ceiling with food, glorious food. On the far left wall were numerous freezer chests, each with labels reading “beef,” “chicken,” “pork,” etc... In the back right hand corner through a closed door was an automated garden growing fresh tomatoes, potatoes, grapes, corn, and other delicious fruits and veggies, all lit with artificial sunlight growing lamps. There was an entire row of vacuum sealed barrels of pasta, numerous shelves of preserved jams, fruits, spreads, smoked fish, and many other delectable goods, but the most impressive sight was the huge quantity of hostess products, most notably the old type of twinkies they used to sell before they briefly went off the market. My heart raced as I picked up one package of the delicious dessert treat. Twinkies were my absolutely favourite binge food during my brief two years in college. I had not tasted one since, fearing that I would fall back on old habits. I squeezed the package gently and felt that familiar squish. I remembered buying numerous packs at the student store and eating them all in secret while my roommate was in class. I remembered the rush I felt as each Twinkie filled my mouth. I also remembered how eating those desserts made me feel afterward. How my hand would slowly unbutton my jeans and slip into my absolutely soaked panties. I had to quickly cover myself and all the wrappers with a blanket and pretend to nap several times when my roommate returned earlier than expected. I had been made to feel guilty about this over the years, but holding these twinkies in my hand made me question why I ever bought into that reasoning. “May I?” I asked tentatively. “Of course.” James replied. “We have thousands of these in here.” I opened the package and slowly placed the dessert in my mouth. A rush of dopamine reached my brain and without noticing, I had finished both twinkies in a matter of seconds. I wanted more. I needed more. I was breathing hard and fast as James handed me a second package. I grabbed it and ripped it open before stuffing the treats in my mouth. “James, I want more.” He quickly handed me another package and before long I had eaten 16 Twinkies. I slumped over on the ground and rubbed my stuffed belly. It was noticeably bigger from all the rich food inside. I don’t know if James was a keen observer or just simply saw some of himself in me, but he sat down next to me and said, “You know, I have lots of food here. You mentioned that you used to be chubby. Do you miss it?” I hesitated a moment to gather my thoughts. “I never really thought about it at the time, but when I was fat, I was truly happy. There were a lot of things that happened in my life that made me lose the weight, but I hadn’t realized until just now how much I regretted giving into my parents and my sister’s wishes for me to be thin.” I continued to tell James all about my history with gaining and losing the weight. How I had been mentally abused by my parents who couldn’t see past the weight to see their happy and fulfilled daughter. James didn’t say much, rather he just listened and reassured me. By the time I finished telling my story, I was sobbing. I hadn’t realized how traumatized I had been. James put his arm around my shoulders and comforted me for a while before saying, “I don’t want you ever to feel pressured in this bunker, but you can eat whatever you want down here. We have more food than even two enormous fatties could eat in a lifetime. You’ll always have a safe place to be yourself down here.” “No judgements?” “Are you kidding me?!” James laughed. He shook his paunch and said, “I’ve put on 34 pounds after the world came to an end. I came down here to get fat. I’m not saying that you have to gain as much as me, but we’re gonna be here for a while. Eat up, girl!” I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at James’ kind smile. I gave him a little peck on the cheek and thanked him for his generosity causing him to blush profusely. Of all the bunkers to find myself in at the end of the world, I may have lucked out the most and not just for the food. James The following week was the best period of gaining so far. I had thought that gaining by myself had been enjoyable, but having someone eat and gain with me pushed me to my limits. After the emotional breakdown in the food storage room, Jessica seemed to have reached something of a breakthrough. She had never wanted to be skinny and she was now freeing the fatty that had been trapped inside of her for so many years. And Jessica could eat! She told me that when she had been skinny she had always felt hungry. Her appetite had never let her forget how much of a glutton she had once been. She just always had to starve herself to stay thin. Without those self-imposed restrictions, she was free to grow fat again and she couldn’t wait to reach her former size. She didn’t know how fat she wanted to be, but I had a sneaking suspicion that 200 pounds was going to fly by like a speeding train. This was also amongst the happiest periods of my entire life, albeit one of the most sexually frustrating. I was crushing on Jessica hard and it was tough to hide my feelings. She was simply ravishing. The way her hair bounced off of her shoulders gave me chills. Her playful glances in my direction before eating a large meal made my heart flutter. Jessica’s smile filled my stomach with butterflies. And her body, oh lord, I couldn’t believe that this sexy woman had wandered into my life. She was already developing a round little belly that I knew would grow to be her most prominent feature. She always stood with excellent posture which showcased her bountiful breasts. I yearned to explore her bosom with my hands and mouth. Her ass was in the shape of a perfect bubble, perky and thick. Occasionally, she would bend over and I would simply lose control. My erect penis grew so hard at the sight of her that I needed to keep a pillow in my lap at all times just to hide my excitement. But it was more than just physical attraction. I had never met a woman with whom I could talk to so easily. We laughed frequently, many times to the point that Jessica would give a cute little snort. She had a wonderful sense of humour and loved to tease me playfully. The mischievous look she would give me when she poked fun at my belly made me swoon. She was also so generous and kind. She even made me a new pair of jeans from some of the denim we had stored in the closet, complete with elastic waist band and sized a few sizes too big, leaving room for me to grow. I asked her if she would make me a new shirt, but she said she thought I would prefer to let the belly bulge under my old shirts. She was not wrong. Yet, I felt obligated not to pursue any kind of romantic relationship with her. I knew the situation we were in would present certain implications. I never wanted her to feel obligated to me in any kind of sexual way, as much as I would have loved to please her, fulfill her wildest fantasies, and to fuck her in every conceivable way possible. I dreamed that we would fall in love and live happily in this bunker for the rest of our days. I wanted to know everything about her, to be her confidante, and to share life’s greatest joys together, but the thought of scaring her off and losing her forever was not something I wanted to risk. By the end of the first week, we had really grown comfortable together and we both spurred each other’s eating. Jessica would bring us treats whenever she returned to the couch, reasoning that if she was hungry, I was probably hungry. Even though there were times that I was absolutely stuffed, I never turned her down. I made her delicious pasta dishes, casseroles, and other delectable meals every night. I loved hearing her moan in response to her first bite of one of my meals. She said that she felt lucky to be fattening up with such a great cook. In return, Jessica made the most decadent desserts. Because eggs were not something that I could keep fresh in the bunker for extended periods of time, I never thought I’d be able to bake much down in the bunker. She used to have two roommates, one a vegan and the other completely gluten free. Both of them loved to bake and taught her ways to make excellent desserts with untraditional ingredients. She would then find ways to make them extra fattening, sugary, and delicious. We were the perfect compliments for one another. I hoped beyond hope that Jessica would develop the same kind of feelings that I had for her, but I didn’t want to force the issue. She and I were like peanut butter and jelly and what more could you want from two pigs like us? Maybe one day Jessica and I would come together as romantic partners and lovers, but who could know for sure. Jessica God, I wanted James’ fat, sexy body to destroy his jeans so I could jump his hard cock. He was driving me wild tonight, as he had every night for the past month. He had eaten over 8000 calories so far today and showed no sign of stopping and I wanted him to pass 10,000. I had reached a respectable 6500 calories for the day, but I was definitely slowing down. This elephant of a man, however was still eating with reckless abandon and his body was giving me quite a show. His belly has swollen up to a massive size and was pushing his shirt so high that he almost looked like he was wearing a sports bra. And boy did my fat man need one. His moobs were coming in soft and fast. I had made sure to feed him lots of dairy to enable his body to grow pleasingly flabby complete with a belly filled with rolls, huge man titties, and a wide, tubby ass. “Want more chips?” I asked him already knowing the answer. He rubbed his hairy belly as the button on his elastic waistband jeans strained to contain its fat cargo. I bit my lip imagining that button popping those jeans open in the same way his previous pair had on that first night. I may have been weirded out at first, but I’ve thought back to that night so many times as I rubbed my clit thoroughly before passing out in pleasure. I opened the bag for him and brought him some ranch dip to help him to make that final push past 10,000 calories. If he finished it all that would put him there. There was no way he was stopping before every crumb was gone from that bag and every last drop of ranch was out of that bowl. “Thanks, Jess.” He said with a mouth full of chips. ‘Anything for you, my fat hog’ I thought greedily to myself. We watched one of the later season’s of Cheers with Kirstie Alley. Seeing her fatten up had always been a fascination of mine even before becoming fat in my undergrad. “I bet you loved seeing her fatten up as a young man.” I teased knowing that he snuck glances at my fat belly and ass when he thought I couldn’t see. I know he wanted me, but he was holding back. God I wanted him to just take me sometimes, to give into his lust. James blushed and got embarrassed. I knew when I had hit a bullseye with his fat admiration. He always tripped over his words whenever I teased him about loving fat women. He never gave a straight answer. “I, um, guess I found her, attractive before and I thought she looked good after.” “You liked seeing her gain weight, didn’t you? You wanted her to gain even more weight, I’d bet. You would have loved to be her feed her fatter?” He grew even more embarrassed as he steadily ate his chips and dip. “That was, um, something that I read some stories online about.” He said slightly breathlessly. “But that wasn’t enough for you. I bet you wanted more.” I said as I leaned closer and pushed his pillow away. I knew why he always seems to have one on his lap. He wanted to conceal his hard cock. I looked down and noticed the bulge in his stuffed jeans. I lost my breath when I noticed the size of its outline. He was huge! I leaned forward and drew my mouth closer his ear and my right hand into his bag of chips. I stuffed a small handful into his mouth and whispered. “You wanted that fatty to fatten you up too.” Which a loud clack, I heard James’ button bounce off the far wall. His belly forced his zipper down as his gut spilled out of his jeans. “Oh god! I’m getting so...fucking...fat! Make me...fatter!” He said as his hips thrust against his still clothed body. I helped him take his pants off revealing his massive thick cock. He was definitely over ten inches and he was girthy. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” I moaned as I fed him the last of the chips. I grabbed his cock and squeezed it as I thrust my hand furiously down it causing him to start feeling himself up. He squeezed at his belly taking all of his burgeoning fat rolls into his hands as he juggled it around. “Make me your fat pig!” He yelled as he pried his tight shirt off. I sucked on his nipples as I continued stoking his shaft. Without warning, James slowed down the action saying, “Are you sure you want this Jessica? I, don’t want you to feel-“ I stopped this nonsense by slowly dragging my tongue up his long shaft sending his body into jiggling convulsions as I slowly approached his throbbing head. I gave it a quick teasing suck right around his tip and said “yes.” At this news he gave way, closed his eyes for a few seconds and thrusted his hips up. When he opened them I was slipping my panties off revealing my 162 pound curvy body to him. I reached up and squeezed my tits together seductively. “God I want to be inside of you.” He said through gritted teeth. I quickly obliged as I reached for some lube I had hidden away in the coffee table and squirted a liberal amount around on his thick shaft. I knew this was going to be a bumpy ride, but I was determined to take him all in. I slowly mounted his cock and began working my way down. He was so thick that his shaft ran down my g-spot causing me to come all around him which helped me make the final descent. I had never taken anyone this big before but I was growing to love every moment of it. Before I knew it, James brought the remaining ranch up to my face and told me to chug the rest of it. My eyes dilated as I reached out to grab the bowl. I poured the leftover dressing down fast, much of it spilling on my bare breasts. At the sight, James thrust hard inside of me and pulled me close so he could lick the ranch off of me. I came two more times before feeling him release his load with one mighty cum-inducing thrust. We screamed out in pleasure together followed by a moment of heavy, nearly synchronized breathing and then he helped me slide off of him making me whimper in pleasure as his head slid out of my tight pussy. We then quickly retired to James’ bed and fell asleep holding each other’s fat bodies. Jessica (continued) I awoke the next morning and sleepily gazed upon the growing fat man next to me. He was not nearly close to where he needed to be, but I was going to get him there. I was going to fatten him up beyond his wildest dreams. James’ belly had shrunk down from the massive food baby he had last night. His moobs were only small lumps that were accentuated when he lounged on the couch. Soon they would grow rounder and fatter, sagging on the massive belly he would someday proudly flaunt around the bunker as he waddled between the kitchen and the couch. A tingle ran through my body at the thought. I wanted to dominate and fatten his body to epic proportions. Someday, my prized pig would squeal as I fucked his hog body all day and night feeding him more and more fattening food. I would be his obese dominatrix and tease and humiliate him before I had my way with his blubber filled body. He would be a slave to my fat belly, voluptuous cellulite ridden ass, and bouncing growing tits as he fed his master decadent treats while I stuffed him like the pig he already was. James was up to 215 pounds after three months of gaining, a gain of 55 pounds. Considering that he would most likely start fattening up at an even faster rate each and every month as his rotund belly demanded more food, he would pass three hundred pounds in probably three and a half months. I was determined to make it happen in three. I had my own goals to reach too. My first major step was to get back to the weight I was previously, 200 pounds, but I didn’t want to stop there. I wanted to grow to at least twice that size. Ever since that evening in the food storage room, I realized that I was meant to be fat. Not just chubby, but hugely obese. I yearned for James and I to reach epic proportions together. Someday I would catch up to him. No easy task since I had to make up a 53 pound deficit. The absurdity of it made me want it more. I was going to push myself until I was as fat as the whale of a man lying next to me. My mind drifted to the previous night when I gulped down the remaining ranch. Clearly James was trying to push me too, I thought to myself with an excited grin. With his help, I’ll become the fat piggy I should have been before losing the weight. James and I will live a life of gluttony and lust. Our fat bellies will squish together as we fuck each other’s soft, butter-grown bodies. My pussy gushed at that thought. “Hi there, beautiful.” James said sleepily as he pulled me down to the bed for a kiss. I quivered at his touch and ran my hand along his flabby belly. It was growing softer by the day. He migrated lower on my body, kissing and sucking on my breasts. My nipples grew hard in his mouth as he flicked and licked them with his tongue. He squeezed my little starter belly as he moved lower still. I was breathing hard in anticipation of the treat I was about to receive. His kisses moved along my pelvis, playfully teasing what was to come. I wanted him to eat my pussy ravenously, but the anticipation was driving me wild. I moaned into my pillow as he spread me open to get his first taste. I knew that he wouldn’t have to work long to send me into orgasmic bliss. His tongue found my clit and began feasting. Within a minute I was cumming hard on his buried face. But the pleasure didn’t stop there. My pig was hungry and he ate me out for what felt like hours. I came so many times I lost count, simply riding wave after wave of pleasure. Eventually, the sensation was so intense that I simply passed out. I awoke to the smell of sausages and pirogies with a massive scoop of sour cream on the side for dipping. James has brought large trays in for both of us to eat off of. ‘What time is it?’ I thought to myself. ‘Wait, why the hell do I even care? I live for food, sex, and this fatty sitting next to me.’ As James set the food down, he gave me a small kiss on the forehead before sitting with his own tray of breakfast. “I suppose we should talk about last night,” he said with a little anxiety on his voice. “I just want to make sure that you don’t feel obligated to sleep with me because I welcomed you into this bunker. I have grown very fond of you since you arrived. In the end, I hope you stick around and I would not want to jeopardize that for any reason. You’ve become more than just a room mate to me. You’re my best friend and I can feel myself falling for you.” I could tell that James was completely sincere when he said this. “I’ve never met a man like you, James. You compliment every part of me, my quirky sense of humour, my vulnerability about my past, and you’ve opened up a side of me that I thought had long since passed. I didn’t sleep with you because I felt obligated. I did it because I can feel myself falling for you too.” James almost looked as if he was going to cry. To be honest, I felt the same way. We embraced each other for about a minute before James let me go and said, “Our food is going to get cold. Us pigs have got to eat.” I didn’t need any more reminding about that. James That familiar elation of falling in love filled our next two months as vast quantities of food filled our bellies. Jessica especially was eating with great vigour, pushing herself to record breaking numbers of calories each day. She wanted to catch up to me. When I suggested that I could slow down for a little bit, she scoffed at the idea saying that a true feedee never backs down from a challenge. Indeed, she didn’t, gaining 43 pounds over the first month, and 45 pounds over the second month bringing her up to 250 pounds. She cried tears of joy when she saw the scale pass 200 and just continued her gluttonous path saying that she was finally making up for lost time. “We have to celebrate,” she said excitedly. “We need to celebrate every important milestone with some fantastic binge.” I thought for a couple seconds and remembered an old fantasy of mine. “Why don’t you make us two cakes and we can both eat them like pigs. No utensils.” Jessica’s eyes widened at the prospect. “An entire cake each? That’s going to be some serious eating. You sure we can do it?” I grinned a little fiendishly and poked her giant belly that was being framed by a pair of panties suspended above her bottom roll of fat. Seeing her soft belly poke out underneath her waistband drove me wild. “I think you’re gonna be just fine there, piggy.” I pulled her closer. Our bellies came together with a pleasing compression of fat. Her breasts had doubled in size since she started gaining and were thoroughly engulfing here original bra. “Why do you still wear that tiny thing?” I asked as I kissed her neck. She pushed me away slightly and replied, “For this very moment.” She then leaned back and her bra burst in two releasing her now D cup breasts. I don’t know how it was possible, but I somehow became more hard at this display. “God, I want you right now.” I said, my face buried in her bosom. I squeezed and kneaded her massive boobs and flicked her nipple with my tongue causing her breath to quicken. She responded by grabbing both sides of my hairy gut and shaking me around feeling my fat squish and undulate under her fingers. My belly was finally starting to give up its fight against gravity, sticking out four inches and hanging slightly over my waist band. At 270 pounds, I was starting to look fat, beyond tubby, and I was definitely not done gaining weight. Jessica grabbed at my moobs which were sensitive to her touch. “Somebody else here is growing a nice pair of breasts too.” She giggled mischievously as she continued to excite me with her touch. “You moobs are gonna be this size one day.” She grabbed at her chest, lifting and squeezing her voluptuous perfect breasts and giving me the sexiest look imaginable. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulder, draping over her left breast as she lowered her face seductively. She drew near and pushed me playfully down to the bed and pulled my shorts down slowly, making a point to drag her hand slowly down my now rock hard penis. “I’ll never get tired of my big man’s incredible cock.” She said with a mischievous giggle. “Though I can see a little fupa starting to climb this dick.” Jessica leaned in and kissed the layer of fat that was beginning to emerge from my now big handsome body. “It’s gonna have to be really fat to cover me up.” I said confidently. “Oh, you think so?” Jessica said as she drew upward and licked the curvature of the head of my penis. “You’re destined to get fat with me. I never knew I’d wander into some bunker at the end of the world and meet a boy that I could fatten up into a man. But you’re gonna be my man, pig!” She said taking a firm hard grip on my dick. The sensation made my pelvis thrust forward bringing her hand down on my shaft. She allowed me a moment to recover from the amazing sensation. She repeated this intense experience several times, changing the interval between her satisfying squeezes. I could feel the most massive eruption of semen I have ever felt yearning to explode from my incredibly erect penis. “Oh...God, baby, YES!” I said in an orgasmic state. But Jessica didn’t squeeze again. No, she looked me in the eye and crossed her arms over her massive breasts. The dimmed lights caressed her face accentuating her beauty. She smirked at me and said, “You are not eating enough, fatty.” There was such the tone in her voice that clearly put me in her command. “I am so sorry, Jessica-“ “Don’t be sorry, pig! Eat!” She said as she squeezed my absolutely flabby and completely empty belly. My body still yearned to cum so badly that I felt in utter torture. One tiny stroke and I would have shot sperm clear to the ceiling. I wanted it so bad. Jessica put her hands aside her glorious stomach. It had undergone an amazing transformation. Her belly rested on her plump and already fluffy thighs, covering her pussy in a shadow from which it would soon seldom appear. “I’ve got this glorious body that is all yours to have and fatten up. And my pig has done well feeding me fat, but it’s time he got serious about his own gaining. Your fat goddess has gained 88 pounds of pure,” she said giving her chubby belly a squeeze. “Squeezable,” she pulled my hands to her belly and forced me to knead her stomach. My cock ached from the lack of release. “Fat.” She said with unmitigated pleasure, gasping slightly from my touch. “Be the hog I know you can be. 55 pounds in two months is not enough for you, pig. You should have never let me get within striking distance of your weight this fast. You need to eat better if you want us to become the pinnacle of feedees, the fattest and sexiest humans who have ever grazed this earth. We are going to be the fattest two humans who have ever lived.” My mind was bombarded with images of the two of us both surpassing 2000 pounds, our bodies, two amazing monuments to hyper obesity, being fattened for the end of time. “I expect you to keep up with me as I charge ahead into immobility.” My mind flashed ahead to a time when our massive blubbery bodies are pushing into each other as we grow our way into record shattering fat glory. “I will, my beautiful fat lover.” “Damn right, I’m your beautiful fat lover! I’m beautifully fat and getting fatter, but I also love your fat body.” She let a faint but noticeable glint of absolute love and admiration on her face before becoming playfully stern again. “I’m going to be 100 pounds heavier in one month. I was so desperately trying to reach it over this last two month span, but I fell short. That will not happen again. You need to catch up to my pace. In two months, I will weigh 350 pounds. I need to maintain that rate of growth, but I’m not going to let my sexy lover not keep pace with me. You will gain 80 pounds for these two months and we will keep pace with one another after that. Do you understand, pig?” “Yes, my beautiful fat and sexy lover.” I said as a leaned back convulsively. “Good,” She squeezed my cock one last time returning me to my nearly exploding stupor. “because piggies get rewarded when they please me. Eat everything I say today and I’ll make you cum in a way you’ll never forget.” With a gentle, yet undeniable swagger of dominance, Jessica had turned me into her feedee pig. She was the most stunning and sexiest woman I had ever laid my eyes upon. I was in her control and I never wanted out of it. James (continued) Jessica, still in just her small pair of panties walked over to a nearby chest of drawers and bent over to retrieve an item of clothing out of the bottom drawer. As she bent over, her skimpy pair of underwear was drawn further up her now canyon like ass. She flung a pair of skimpy men’s briefs at me and said, “I made piggy some new clothes. Put it on.” I slid the tight pair of underwear up my fat legs. They were somewhat high cut showing more of my ass than I was used to. Jessica had made sure to leave enough room for my junk to create an exquisite bulge in the front. She quivered at the sight. “Oh, that’s gonna do just fine,” she said as she grabbed my dick. “Come with me, fatty.” I followed her to the kitchen where she opened the refrigerator door. “We are going to eat every last crumb of food in this fridge. Every bottle will be emptied, every leftover finished, every drink consumed.” This was going to be no easy task as the fridge was already pretty full. Jessica handed me the remainder of a bottle of blue cheese dressing and she grabbed a used bottle of ranch. With perfect synchronicity, we both started chugging our bottles. I had never eaten this way, but I felt transformed. Jessica had flipped a switch inside my head that made me want to just continue eating at all costs. We polished off the pickles, fancy mustards, the bottle of ketchup (which thankfully we didn’t have to chug too must of that), cheeses, deli meats, leftovers, what few fruits and veggies we had, and everything else we laid our greedy hands upon. All that was left was a gallon of chocolate milk that I had frozen for a special occasion. It was now defrosted, yet still much colder than the fridge’s temperature. Jessica sat on the floor and let her belly hang between her outstretched legs. How soon will that belly begin resting on the floor, I wondered to myself. The image made me sigh in anticipation. She began pouring the chocolate milk down her throat, a good deal of it falling onto her chest and between her breasts, coating her fat belly. She stopped at the halfway mark and handed the jug over to me. Panting, she said, “now it’s your turn piggy. Drink all of that in one go.” I tipped the jug and received my first taste of the chocolate milk. It had been months since I had had a drink so rich. Like Jessica, a good deal of milk spilled down on my belly, but I didn’t care. The cold only pushed me to go faster. Jessica watched me intently as I finished it to the last drop. I lowered the jug and looked over at Jessica. She had a slightly dazed yet supremely contented expression on her face. Her mouth was still surrounded with chocolate milk overflow and she licked her lips seductively. She looked fatter than I had ever seen her. Her inner thighs were beginning to fight for dominance and her belly was so far distended that she looked several months past due. “Did that satisfy my piggy’s appetite?” She asked breathlessly as she absentmindedly stroked her belly. I had never been so stuffed, yet I knew that this was just the beginning of this epic binge. I moaned in agreement and without trying, both of us fell asleep sitting on the floor of the kitchen surrounded by empty food containers. When we awoke, we heaved our still full bodies up and Jessica situated me on the couch. It was now 4pm and she needed to make the cakes. She situated me on the couch and gave me a bag of chips and some root beer. “You know what to do, pig.” She said as she grabbed a huge handful of my belly and shook it. “I need more of my man to please. Give your sexy fat mistress more.” She then leaned over and stuck her tongue down my throat. I wanted more. I wanted to fuck her with every fibre of my being. Jessica took notice of the massive erection forming in my pants. “Nuh, uh, uh,” she said wagging her finger. “I only let real fatties fuck me.” All of the pent up sexual energy went to my appetite and I polished off both the bag of chips and soda in less than 15 minutes as I watched TV. Jessica came in wearing an apron over her bare chest. The sides of her breasts were on full display. God, I wanted her. “Who wants to lick the beaters?” She said as she licked a big wooden spoon covered in cake batter. I grabbed the beaters and probed them with my tongue, cleaning off every last morsel of batter. With the cakes in the oven, Jessica grabbed herself a snack, a bag of chips and soda, and we preceded to lounge around for the remainder of the afternoon. The cakes were cooling by 7pm when Jessica said it was time for dinner. She cooked four boxes of macaroni and cheese, doubling the amount of butter in the recipe. My belly was delightfully filled after this and I began to worry about finishing the cake. Jessica did not make this any easier. Every 20-30 minutes she made me eat something else, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a small bowl of ice cream, a box of crackers with cream cheese. I knew I had never eaten so many calories in one day. Once 11pm rolled around, Jessica announced that it was time for cake. This was no small cake that she had made me. It was a ten inch wide triple layered chocolate cake that I already knew would be delicious. “I know my piggy is worried about finishing his meal, but I’m going to show you how it’s done. You sit back and enjoy the show.” With that, Jessica dropped to all fours and began attacking her cake, ravenously biting off piece after piece. Her mouth was covered in chocolate frosting, but she didn’t care, she just ate and ate. “Get down here and smack my ass!” She demanded through a mouthful of cake. I happily obliged, while also rubbing her low hanging belly. Every spanking caused her to whine with ecstasy. “Harder,” she moaned. “I know you love my fat ass, give it to me harder!” I left multiple red handprints on her flabby behind before she decided to sit upright and told me to watch her from the couch. She laid the remaining cake (roughly half or so) on the floor and began to grab handfuls of it, grunting and moaning in pleasure as she greedily consumed her dessert. When she finished she rubbed her now cake soiled hands all over her distended belly. She was breathing heavily and quickly, clearly near the point of orgasm. I started to get up, but Jessica stopped me. “Watch me pleasure myself as you stroke your dick, but don’t you dare cum, pig.” I happily agreed and watched her stick her hand down the front of panties to her now dripping wet pussy. She felt up and squeezed every accessible roll of fat all over her body, cumming for me three times before getting up weakly and slumping into one of the chairs. She was still covered in cake. “Now it’s your turn, fatty. Prove to me that you’re capable of this. Eat that entire cake and I will reward you. But before you do, put this on.” She reached into the side table’s drawer and retrieved my very familiar looking cock ring that also squeezed my balls quite satisfyingly. “I found somebody’s stash of toys.” She said in a sing-song fashion. “I don’t know why you didn’t get those out sooner. We’re gonna have some real fun now.” I didn’t know why I had not told Jessica about my stash of sex toys. It seemed so stupid not to. I guess I was a little embarrassed at the size of my collection. I slipped the cock ring on and felt my privates get squeezed tightly, making both my penis and balls look even bigger than they already were. The sight of my fat cock and my even fatter woman who was covered in the remains of chocolate cake spurred my appetite. I brought the cake up to my mouth and started eating just as fast as Jessica had before me. My belly was swollen with a huge day’s worth of binging, but I didn’t care, I was going to finish. I kept going at the cake with urgency as Jessica encouraged and teased me. “That’s right, fatty. This is how you were meant to eat. A big sexy hog devouring his meals, getting messy while he shoves food in his mouth as quickly as possible.” Despite Jessica’s encouragement and my incredible arousal, I hit a wall about 2/3 of the way through the cake. Jessica gave me a moment to breathe and then heaved her fat body off the chair. Her belly looked like it had a beach ball inflated in it. Her movements were incredibly laboured, but it didn’t stop her from attending to her pig. “Lie down for me, piggy.” She slid the remaining cake off of the plate and onto my chest. “You’re going to finish that cake and I’m going to help you.” With that she spread my legs apart slightly and squeezed my testicles firmly. The sensation filled me with excitement and caused my dick to grow even harder. She then playfully slapped my balls around which only heightened my arousal. But she was not done yet. I looked at her as she teased my balls. She was clearly enjoying giving me this pleasurable pain, but I could see nothing of the actual act past my simply gargantuan belly which had swollen up to a size it had never been before. It was so round and taut. Jessica then leaned down and kissed my belly all over giving me goosebumps before descending behind my large gut. She gripped the base of my penis and ran her tongue between my two balls. My pupils dilated and I couldn’t help but scream out in pleasure. “Eat, pig!” Jessica said as she kept attending to my swollen testicles. I had gotten a second wind and began to cram the remaining cake into my face. I moaned and yelled out in pleasure as I stuffed my belly even fatter. Jessica began to work my base of my shaft while she squeezed my balls. Looking over my mountainous belly, she noticed that I had just finished my cake. “That’s my hog!” She said excitedly between sensual kisses all up my rock hard cock. “When I see you eat like that it makes me so...ravenous.” She said as she began to take the tip of my penis into her mouth. Jessica’s luscious lips worked lower and lower down my shaft as her right hand kept working my balls. She was well over six inches down and she showed no signs of stopping. I had never been this deep in a woman’s mouth before, but apparently Jessica had be practicing. She took more in as she let her throat relax. Amazingly she reached the base of my 11 inch penis and I exploded into her. She slowly withdrew as she gulped down my seed. When she removed my dick from her mouth, sperm and cake coated her lips which she seductively licked off. “Holy fuck!” I said as I rubbed my swollen belly. “How did you...do that?” She looked coyly at me as she patted her belly proudly. “Big girls like big meals.” She said with a little wink. Jessica I had trouble sleeping that night due to how aroused I still was by James’ stuffing. Never had I felt so sexual as when I took control of my piggy and made him eat himself fatter. I ended up waking up my stuffed hog twice just so he could stuff me with his massive cock. He, of course pleased his mistress thoroughly. The sight of his distended engorged belly undulating with his every thrust deep inside of me was hypnotic. His hairy belly was beginning to cast a shadow on his big dig while underneath that gut, his growing fupa was beginning to grow over the base of his long shaft. As he pounded my pussy, I kept thinking about how big I was going to have to make him for his fat to engulf his penis. I dreamed of a day that I’d have to push back layers of fat just to give the tip of his penis a good sucking. I awoke late in the morning to an empty bed, my still engorged belly showing the previous day’s progress. “James,” I called out to my lover. “Just a moment, my sweet piggy.” He called from the other room. Within a few seconds he emerged with an entire tray of bacon, farmer’s sausages, and breakfast patties. My eyes widened at the impressive spread. “Figures my piglet could use a hearty breakfast before we begin our day of eating.” James said as he plopped his big ass on the bed. His little shorts clung to his thick ass cheeks tightly, slightly digging into thighs and completely outlining the contour of his round behind. My man had a chunky ass and I loved it. “God yes. You’ve brought all my favourite fatty breakfast meats. I hope they’re extra greasy. I love licking grease from my face after eating bacon.” “I love sticking my tongue in your mouth and tasting bacon.” “Oh, fuck! You always know what to say to your fat princess to turn her on.” We both ate what must have been 3 pounds of breakfast meat before we started making out. Tasting bacon on my lover’s lips was divine. We pushed our fat bellies together and groped at each other’s blubber for about 30 minutes after which time we snuggled together for a while. My head laid on James’ chest and I listened to the sound of his heartbeat, which was a comfort for me and lulled me back asleep as I hugged his body close. He made me feel so comfortable and safe. I woke up before James did and kissed him on the cheek. I looked at his peacefully sleeping face and my heart gushed. I had never felt this way about anyone before and during the two months after world’s end when I was outside the bunker, I thought my chances for love were all but over. I loved this man, and not just for his sexy fat body, but everything about him. He was generous, kind, funny, extremely capable, and sweet. I couldn’t believe that he had come into my life. “What you thinking about there, baby?” James’ question had taken me out of my swooning. “James, I want you to know that...I love you. You’ve become the most important thing in my life and I’m so grateful for these past few months. You’ve done more than just give me a safe place to ride out the end of the world. You’ve completed me in ways that I never knew were possible.” I began tearing up a little and James pulled me into his arms and held me close. “Jessica, I’ve been in love with you from the start. I knew from the moment you came back to the bunker that first day that my life would be forever changed. You are my everything. You are the sunlight that keeps me feeling warm each day, the moon and stars that fill me with wonder and let me know my place in the world, and the clouds that bring joy and spur imagination in my soul. We may never see the outside world again, but with you I’ll never need it. You are everything that matters in my world.” I was now seriously crying. “Damnit, James. Why’d you have to make me cry so much.” I laughed through happy tears. We lied there and felt comfort from each other’s presence for a little while before deciding to get out of bed. James made us a couple of frozen pizzas each for our late lunch. It was laze around in underwear kind of day and the metal chairs felt cool on our pudgy thighs as we sat down and ate our meal. “Did you like yesterday?” I asked a little sheepishly. “I kind of got carried away. You were turning me on so hard with your eating, I couldn’t help myself.” James blushed a bit and accidentally dropped a piece of pepperoni on his right breast. My eyes widened at this image. “Jess,” he began as he picked up the fallen meat and plopped it in his mouth leaving a shiny grease spot on his skin. “I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I felt like you took my gaining to a whole new level and you unlocked this submissive side of me that I never knew was there. I’m gonna get so fat by your hand, fatter than I ever thought possible.” “I don’t want to be your fat dominatrix all day every day. I love laying around and just being a fatty with you. But...I did love stuffing my fat pig, slapping his balls around, and subjecting him to my every command. I also meant what I said about your rate of weight gain. I want us to fatten up together.” James smiled. “That won’t be a problem, my fat mistress.” I smirked at him and crossed my arms over my gorgeous breasts. “Good, pig. Now go make us about four pounds of pasta.” Jessica (continued) “Come here, pig!” I called out to my blubbery boy toy. “Your master needs to see what she has created.” James entered from the walk-in closet wearing a giant bathrobe I had made for him just yesterday. He looked positively round, the ideal shape for my growing hog. “Follow me, pig, we need to weigh your fat ass. I’ve got a feeling I’ve reached 350 pounds. You had better hope that you’re there too, otherwise my fat blimp of a man will get punished.” “I live to be fattened by you, my voluptuous vixen.” James replied. “I hope I’ve met your expectations.” “Me too.” I replied, walking over to the closet where the industrial scale was stored. “Either way, your queen sized mistress will have her way with you.” As I turned, my belly ran into the open door swinging it wider. 150 pounds ago, I seldom ran into furniture. Now a day rarely passed where I didn’t bump my massive belly or ass into something. God, I loved being so obese. I set the scale on the ground and stepped on it. The numbers soared higher and higher before resting on 352 pounds. “God you’re so fucking fat!” James said huskily. His voice had deepened slightly with the extra weight and his burgeoning baritone voice excited me. “I’ve turned into a real butterball for you, my sexy bear of a man, and I’m nowhere near done. Now, disrobe for me.” James grabbed his robe from both sides and ripped the garment off revealing his hog body in all its glory. My beer bellied little boy was long gone. In his place, a whale of a man with a huge hanging, cellulite ridden belly punctuated by a deep cave-like navel. My pig’s overhang reached just beyond his crotch now, requiring him to lift his burdensome belly and rest it on my fat body whenever he fucked me. The weight of it resting on me was a tremendous turn on. His breasts, calling them moobs undersold their size, left huge folds in their wake that ran along the sides of his massive figure. His floppy tits were so huge that his nipples no longer pointed outward, but rather down towards his fat belly. His wide ass stuck out significantly behind him giving him an almost feminine kind of booty for his mistress to play with (and boy was I going to have fun with it tonight). His arms were now beefy and the fat stored there spread wide when it rested on his side. A second chin and chubby cheeks adorned his handsome face giving him the look of a man who was born to be fat. I bit my lip lustily. God, I wanted to ride him like the blimp he was. “Step on the scale fatty.” I said, reasserting my dominance over him. My pig slave waddled up to the scale and stepped on. The display read 351. I had to read him the number because he couldn’t see past his belly. “351 pounds. I’m finally a fat hog.” He ran his hand all over his soft body causing him to become erect. His penis, albeit still hard, thick, and satisfying, became less impressive looking as the pounds settled on his body. His fupa was coming in and his large belly prevented his dick from sticking straight out without assistance. A lesser man would have been buried under all this fat. He merely looked slightly above average. This impediment did not get in the way of his sexual prowess, quite the contrary actually. I came around his dick harder and more frequently with each new pound. I bent over to pick up the scale on the ground taking care to show my man my full moon. I was wearing tight grey leggings and a white tank top that should have been phased out of my wardrobe 75 pounds ago. I loved how my belly hung far beyond its grasp, well over my pussy, which itself was becoming more cavernous as my own fupa came in. As I bent over I heard a loud rip and could feel the leggings open up along my ass crack, providing easy access for any amorous visitors. James never missed an opportunity if it presented itself and he was on my blubbery buns with alarming quickness for a man his size. I gasped with pleasure as he took me and bent me over the table. My butter made belly spread wide as he proceeded to line himself up enter me from behind through the newly created rip in my leggings. I was usually the dominant one, but I was happy to put that on hold while my elephant sized man entered my tight asshole with his thick trunk. His girth stretched me open as he burrowed deep inside me. “Yes, baby! Drop your fat belly on my ass!” He lifted his belly up with both hands and dropped the full weight of it on my chunky ass. Our fat collided with a mighty plop. “Oh fuck, you’re so fat! You’re so fucking fat!” “You made me this way!” James said pantingly as he thrust ever deeper inside of me. “You wanted me fat, now I’m supersized!” He continued to pound me making me squeal. “You’re massive! I needed you massive!” I said between moans and squeals. My voice grew higher as I grew closer to orgasm. “You needed to be a fat hog to handle my fat ass!” “God, your ass has grown so enormous! I can’t wait to see it double in size.” He knew how to excite me. “Oh fuck!” I screamed. My pussy gushed from pleasure. “Make-me-so-fucking-fat” I said in rhythm with his thrusts. “I’m yours to grow!” “You’re going to get huge with me. First 400 pounds.” “Oh yeah?” I squealed. “Then 500.” “Yes, daddy!” “The weight will pile on. 700, 800, 900...1000 pounds!” Each weight was punctuated with a mighty thrust into my backside. “Oh, fuck baby!” I screamed. “Make me even fatter!” “I’m not stopping there, pig.” “Tell me how fat! Tell me how fat!” My demands were breathless and almost incoherent. James picked up the pace and pounded me with more intensity. “You’re gonna be the fattest woman who ever lived!” “Oh fuck! Make me weigh more than a ton. MAKE ME SO FAAAAAAAATTT!” I screamed as I came hard. “Oh fuck, yes!” James said through gritted teeth. He thrust a few more times. “2000 pounds of pure...F...f...oh fuck!” He came hard inside me. I could feel his strong penis convulse inside me as he ejaculated. With that, my fat man collapsed on me for a moment, 703 pounds of fat squished together in post sexual bliss. Then we heard a crack...

The Final Mission by Jack Knowles Colonel Steve Trevor was America's mostly intensively trained and finely honed operative. He'd started his career fresh out of college as a fighter pilot, eventually becoming the premier test pilot for cutting edge jets. But he used his status to pull out of the program and transfer to start out at the bottom in Special Forces, beginning with boot camp, a training regime so rigorous that more than half the twenty year olds washed out. At thirty, then Capt. Trevor thrived on the hardship, receiving the highest commendations in his company. It was in Special Forces that he rose to the rank of Colonel. At the age of thirty-six, anxious to see more action than a combat position afforded since the relative peace after the fall of the Soviet Union, he transferred to intelligence. His unique skills soon secured him the reputation as America's top international intelligence agent. Then came the mission down to South America to interdict drug trafficking, when somebody sabotaged his personal jet. His plane crashed on an island that his craft's hopelessly compromised navigational system couldn't even identify. It was then that he'd been rescued by the mysterious Wonder Woman. She'd followed him back to America and had joined him in almost all of his missions. Often dropping in at the last minute of carefully crafted operations to "save the day." There was no doubt that sometimes she'd been invaluable. Although it seemed to him that there were at least as many times where her assistance was unnecessary, that he had the situation well in hand. What Col. Trevor was certain of was that Wonder Woman, along with destroying many of America's enemies, had no less destroyed his career. He'd become the joke of the intelligence community. America's greatest operative reduced to the role of damsel in distress. Wonder Woman has ravaged his personal life as well. He felt sure that she was attracted to him, but in all their years together they'd never progressed beyond sly innuendo and sexual tension. She'd might have received some kind of Amazon training that helped her maintain her chastity. But he was a red-blooded American male and it was driving him to distraction. With his dashing looks and muscled physique, he had no shortage of encounters with the fairer sex. But when it came to having a long term relationship, who could compete with Wonder Woman? Women would leave rather than have her as a third wheel in their relationship. She was a true wonder. From her lustrous jet black curly mane to her piercing blue eyes and electric smile, she had a face that was literally hauntingly beautiful. Steve found that he couldn't hardly look at another woman without her countenance coming to mind. And her body was even more extraordinary. She defined the physical perfection of a lean, mean fighting machine with the muscularity of a cat rather than the bulkiness of a body builder. She had the long, graceful legs of a dancer that flared into full womanly hips. Her derriere was tight, round and very, very firm. The star-spangled panty girdle and belt of power barely concealed abs that rippled with muscle. Finally, cupped in her shining, gold falcon breastplate and wrapped in her bright red strapless top were those perfect, gravity-defying breasts. Really, those gorgeous, plump orbs were the only spot on her body where she had an ounce of fat. Next to Wonder Woman, other women seemed dull and ordinary. Deep down, Steve realized that that amazing body and the supernatural powers it possessed was also a stumbling block to their relationship. He was, of course, a little scared of what she might do to him in a physical encounter, even a romantic one. But he was about as physically perfect a specimen as it was possible for a normal human male to be. He was sure he could handle the situation. Actually, it was more a matter of preference. He wanted a woman with the beautiful face Wonder Woman possessed but with a softer, more lush body, preferably even a little plump. He thought of his last long-term relationship, the one he'd had with his previous assistant, Etta Candy. She had a cute face, blonde and blue-eyed. But what he really loved was her body. She'd taken after her name and had a compulsive sweet tooth. It gave her a gorgeous, deliciously chubby physique. Her breasts where full and soft like pillows in sensuous satin sheets. She had a cute ** belly that bulged over the band of her panties. And he loved her beautiful, round bottom and the plump thighs she would envelope him in. She worked out just enough to maintain the minimum fitness requirements of the military. But the best thing of all was how much she loved sex, her body and all the erotic possibilities of her full-bodied physique. When Steve made love with her, he was the physical master tending to her luscious body. Every square inch of her flesh seemed to be an erogenous zone. It seemed that the only thing Etta found sweeter than Candy to take into her mouth was Steve's hard cock. But then along came Wonder Woman. She became such a large part of Steve's life that Etta couldn't help but feel jealous. She started to diet and exercise in a vain attempt to compete with Wonder Woman. It only succeeded in making her shrill and miserable. As she lost her generous curves, Steve found her less attractive. She became more self-conscious and less enthusiastic in her love-making. Eventually, she gave up. She quit her assignment and left Steve's life entirely. That was more or less the pattern of all his relationships since Wonder Woman entered his life. There wasn't a woman secure enough to tolerate Wonder Woman's place in Steve's life. This was especially true if they had the fuller figure Steve preferred instead of the popular notion of physical perfection that Wonder Woman had come to define. So Steve was left with only two women in his life, Wonder Woman and his new assistant, Diana Prince. And they seemed to share all the same traits, their total devotion to Col. Trevor, their svelte physiques and their complete disinterest in sex. So, as Col. Trevor approached his twentieth year of military service, his career and personal life in shambles, he was seriously considering retirement. What the hell, he thought, I'll take my twenty year pension and start a new career. Maybe take a little time off, lie around on a tropical island and get fat. But above all, Steve Trevor was a man of action. It was then that he conceived his plan. He'd always met every challenge head-on and in complete command. It was time for him to take charge of this situation. And when he was through, it was very likely that it would be Wonder Woman who would consider retirement. The most daring part of his plan was the very first step, to secretly lift Wonder Woman's magic golden lasso. Getting his hands on it would be no problem. She would often use it to subdue a suspect. Then she would hand it off to Steve and go off in pursuit of other villians. Steve was often found at the scene of a crime with several thugs roped on the end of the lasso, a predicament no more dangerous than having a poodle at the end of a leash. He'd seen her use the magic effects of the lasso to compel them to obey any command or answer any question. He'd even seen her use it to place something like a post hypnotic suggestion, including forgetting that the lasso had been used. Still, if he possessed the lasso, he was unsure that he would be able to use it on Wonder Woman. He'd have one shot or he'd have a lot of hard questions to answer. Then, if he was successful in binding her in her own lasso, he was unsure if it would have the same effect on Wonder Woman. Perhaps she was resistant to its post-hypnotic effects or they would wear off. But he was so fed up, he had to take the risk. It was his career or hers. He secured an exact duplicate of her golden lasso that Wonder Woman herself had supplied to the National Museum for an exhibit they'd run about her. The next time he was left alone to tend to a criminal with the magic lasso, he cold-cocked the guy and secured him with the fake lasso, concealing the real lasso inside his jacket. When Wonder Woman returned, he explained that he thought he saw signs of others from the drug trafficking ring. He knocked out the guy, so he could go over and investigate. As Wonder Woman turned her back to Col. Trevor and bent over the drug dealer to revive and question him, Col. Trevor pulled out the magic lasso and looped it around her shoulders. Wonder Woman shot up with a start. "What are you doing, Steve?" she cried. "Don't resist!" Steve commanded. Instantly, Wonder Woman's tensed body went slack and her hands fell limply from the rope. "I'm not sure what effect this will have. But one thing's for sure. There are going to be some changes around here." Wonder Woman sat listening passively. It could be a trick, but it seemed that the lasso had the same results with Wonder Woman that it had on ordinary people. "Here's what's going to happen," Col. Trevor continued, "First of all, I think I'm going to keep this lasso. You are to forget that I have it. You will think that the lasso around this scum lying on the ground is the real lasso. To make sure that you don't discover the difference, I command you will be compelled not to even try to use the magic properties of your lasso, no matter what. "Now, down to the heart of the matter. After I remove the lasso, you will have an insatiable appetite for the richest, most fattening food. The compulsion will be subconscious. You will have no idea that your desires are being controlled, no memory or even suspicion that I possess your magic lasso or have given you these instructions. Now, turn back to that drug dealing scum." Wonder Woman turned and bent back down over the suspect. Col. Trevor let out a nervous sigh and slipped the lasso off her. "You did a good job," Wonder Woman said. Col. Trevor's heart skipped a beat. "He's out cold," she continued. Col. Trevor breathed a little easier. "We should revive him and question him." Col. Trevor decided to test the power of his commands. "Maybe you should use your magic lasso to get the truth out of him." "No, we'll take him into custody and get the answers when he comes to." Wonder Woman said, lifting the dealer like a rag doll and tossing him over her shoulder. " To be honest, right now, I've worked up quite an appetite. I'm famished, I don't remember the last time I was this hungry," she said, rather shyly. They returned to headquarters, where Col. Trevor had dinner brought into the office. Wonder Woman polished off the entire roast chicken and all the sides that had been brought in from the commissary so quickly, she didn't noticed that Steve had hardly had a bite. As she licked a stray bit of mashed potatoes and gravy from her lips, she looked at him and asked brightly, "What about dessert?" Steve could barely believe his good luck. "Oh, you know the commissary makes every dish taste like chipped beef on toast. I know a bakery that makes the most incredible desserts--cheesecakes, tortes, pastries, the works. I'll call them and have them deliver something." He had them deliver several types of cheesecakes, several different pies and at least four different cakes along with a tray of pastries. He had them set up in the conference room, then led Wonder Woman in. "I apologize," he demurred, "I wasn't sure what you would like, so I got an assortment." Her eyes were shining with anticipation. "Why don't you get yourself a little something while I look in on our suspect." When he returned little less than a hour later all the desserts were polished off. Wonder Woman was sprawled on a conference chair. Her bloated belly bulged out on all sides of the belt of power, her star-spangled panty-girdle was rounded with contents of her feast. Steve Trevor was ecstatic, at this rate the Amazon would soon reach the plump perfection he desired. He held back the impulse to go and pat her full tummy. "Ugh," Wonder Woman groaned, "I don't know what came over me. I was just ravenous! You won't believe this, but I still feel a little hungry." Steve was about to pick up the phone to order more food for her superhuman appetite when the phone rang with an emergency alert. Instantly, Steve and Wonder Woman sprang into action. As they went to do battle with the smugglers and then over the next few days, Steve learned to his sorrow that Wonder Woman's conditioning wasn't having the desired effect. The extra calories where like putting top fuel in a race car, Wonder Woman went into overdrive. She was taking the spotlight with amazing feats like she never had before. Col. Trevor cursed himself. It made perfect sense. Her superhuman strength required lots of energy. And lots of energy required lots of fuel. For all he knew, she probably always ate like a horse. He'd only changed her diet from what he was sure was a very balanced sensible diet to one loaded with fat, carbs and calories. In the odd way that the women in his life seemed to gang up on him, at the same time his assistant, Diana, was becoming positively hyperactive in the performance of her duties. He realized that he was going to have to find some way to stop her crime fighting activity and settle down, take it easy for a while. The case they were currently working on dropped what seemed to be the perfect solution into his lap. The head of the drug syndicate they were pursuing was killed in a Coast Guard raid on his private yacht. Steve found millions in secret Grand Cayman accounts in the drug lord's encrypted computer files He also found a private island estate in the Pacific. It was meant to be the drug lord's retreat for when he left the business. He'd wisely set it up so that it was self-sufficient for years and completely unknown to any of his associates. Not too many retire peacefully from organized crime, but this guy thought he'd found a way. Until the Coast Guard gave him an alternate retirement plan. Col. Trevor slipped the accounts and the island into his own possession undetected. He made the arrangements with the right kind of people to keep the island stocked in a manner which would assure no questions asked and no questions raised. Then it was only a matter of getting Wonder Woman to stand still long enough so he could slip the lasso around her and "convince" her to take a well-deserved vacation. He was able to do in a moment of relative peace and privacy in his office. While she was at the computer looking at some satellite recon images, Steve stole up behind her and slipped the lasso around her again. "You will not resist!" he commanded before she had time to react. "You will agree with what I have to say. You've been working too hard lately, we both have. We will take a long vacation together. I will tell you where. You will take us in your invisible jet. You will tell no one of our plans. You will trust me with all the details. You are still compelled to eat that lovely, fattening diet and you will not remember that I used the lasso on you. " Col. Trevor went from his office to the director of their agency. He resigned his post citing overwork and a need to get away and get a fresh perspective. He stopped on his way out only to say good-bye to his assistant, Diana. But he couldn't find her. Within hours, before anyone could react to his sudden departure, he and Wonder Woman were winging their way to the hidden island retreat undetectable in her invisible jet. Whoever said, crime doesn't pay, hadn't seen this set up. The estate was ultra-modern, state of the art. Power was supplied by a geo-thermal system. There was a back-up hydro-electric system fed from the waterfalls on the island as well. The estate was built into the side of one of the mountains, even the swimming pool was built to mimic a natural grotto, so all was undetectable from the air. Within the house was every conceivable luxury. The island had been planted all over with fruit-bearing trees, edible plants and wild game. and the villa had been stocked so that the inhabitants could drop out of sight of all civilization for years, long enough for old scores and vendettas to be forgotten. As soon as they'd landed and settled in, Steve suggested a swim. He put on a Speedo-style bikini and walked into Wonder Woman's suite with a gift-wrapped package. "What's this?" she squealed with delight. "Consider it an official Wonder Woman uniform, tropical issue." Steve joked. Wonder Woman pulled out a tiny bikini, royal blue thong panties embroidered with stars to mimic her spangled panty-girdle and a red bandeau bra with the cups held together with a golden falcon clip to take the place of her breastplate. "You wish," she smirked, "my uniform now is practically a swimsuit. One-piece, however, I'm sorry to disappoint you. And I have a uniform for swimming, as well." She spun around and with a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning, she was clothed in a star-spangled, navy blue body stocking that covered her head to toe like a deep water wet suit. "The other outfit will be fine for sunning and exercise." Steve was disappointed. He'd hoped to see every inch of her transformation. If he could have his way, she'd have been naked. But he'd hoped that the bikini would be an acceptable alternative. No matter, he thought, eventually she'll outgrow all of the outfits. But Steve was bound for more disappointment. To Wonder Woman, a vacation seemed to consist entirely of feeding her irresistible appetite coupled with nearly constant exercise. Steve was working himself to a frazzle constantly preparing her food. She ran endlessly on the beach, did countless laps in the pool and worked out in the villa's gymnasium with all the machines on maximum weight. Sometimes she'd workout alone. But, if Steve wasn't in the kitchen, she'd invite him along, giggling as she lapped him in the pool or on the beach. He tried to workout in the gym alone because she had the annoying habit of asking, "is that all the weight you're going to use?" He knew it was time to use the lasso again. As she sat at the dinner table, bellowing for Steve to bring her food, he slipped the magic bonds around her once again. "You will not resist!" he started as he always did, "and we are going to get a few things straight. First of all, I am NOT your servant. I know you're hungry and you're still going to be. But you are going to be a little more patient. And you are going to cut out all this exercise crap. You will want only to laze in the sun and eat rich, fattening food. You will pay no attention to the passing of time, I will arrange your schedule for you. Have you got that?" "Yes," Wonder Woman whispered. "Now," Steve finished, "as always you will have no recollection that I have your lasso or that I have used it on you." Steve took the lasso off her and Wonder Woman proceeded to polish off an entire Hawaiian-style luau. He waited with anticipation over the next few weeks and began to give up hope of ever realizing his dream. His first ray of hope came as he was standing by the pool. Wonder Woman ran over and playfully pushed him into the water. Ordinarily, she would have tossed him effortlessly halfway across the pool. Instead, it seemed to take all her strength to knock him off balance and into the pool. Once again, he had an insight into the extraordinary physique he was dealing with. Even without activity, her fantastic Amazon muscles went right on burning calories. But without exercise, the muscles were turning to flab. They were losing their tone and power. Soon her supercharged metabolism would slow down to adapt to her new sedentary lifestyle. Steve watched hawk-like for signs of change. The first came within a week. As Wonder Woman got up from her chaise to go in for lunch one morning, Steve followed behind watching a very noticeable jiggling in her former buns of steel. He couldn't contain himself from brushing a hand inadvertently over her bottom as he passed her heading towards the kitchen. Even with the brief, stolen feel he could tell that the muscles in that flabby fanny had grown soft. Soon other changes became apparent. A round little ** belly took the place of her washboard abs. And her proud bosom became even fuller and started to sag down pressing the breastplate onto her newly rounding tummy. In the morning a few days later, Steve heard grunting and groaning as he passed Wonder Woman's suite. He knocked on the door and went right in. Wonder Woman was standing in front of the mirror desperately trying to fasten the belt of power around her thickening waist. "It's the damnedest thing, but I don't seem to be able to fasten my belt of power." Exasperated, she gave up. Even as she vainly tried to suck in her tummy in front of Steve, she probed her fat belly with a finger. She found she could pinch more than an inch. Then, turning her back to the mirror, she cupped her hands under her butt cheeks where the bottom of her panty-girdle disappeared into a fleshy fold. She hefted up her sagging derriere with a moan. "No doubt about it." She sighed, "easy living is making this girl soft as a marshmallow. I have got to get myself back on a diet and exercise regime. I have got to lose these pounds I've gained." " I think you look just fine," Steve comforted her, "and don't worry about the belt. I don't think we're going to run into anything more challenging at the pool than a few chocolate eclairs." Steve was worried that her old discipline might return. But within minutes of jumping into the pool to do laps, Wonder Woman was on a pool float and inquiring about the eclairs, her vow forgotten. Without the belt to energize her physique, her transformation accelerated. Under her proud chin, you could begin to see its double. The silky thighs that used to ascend to a gap at her crotch without touching, now rubbed together with new chubbiness. A couple of weeks later, as Steve passed her room on the way to their morning pool time, he heard muffled sobbing. He knocked and started to enter when Wonder Woman let out a panicked, "don't come in!" "What's the matter?" he inquried. "This is so embarrassing," Wonder Woman panted, "but I can't seem to get my outfit up over my thighs. I said I was going to get my hardbody back and I only seem to have gotten softer and fatter!" "Well," Steve said hopefully, "why not put on your tropical-issue uniform." "That tiny bikini!" Wonder Woman shrieked, "with this body!" "Well," Steve countered, "you could go naked." "Oh," Wonder Woman smirked, "you'd like that." "What other option do you have?" Steve stated flatly. "One other," Wonder Woman called through the door confidently. A moment late Steve heard a clap of thunder, followed by the sounds of ripping fabric and then something that sounded like the crack of a whip and a double crash of glass. Unable to restrain his curiosity, he stuck his head inside the door. In the middle of the room. Wonder Woman was in shocked disbelief. She was standing with the tattered remains of her swim outfit draped over body, split at virtually every seem. Steve couldn't resist. "Okay, I understand the sound of thunder and the ripping sound. But I could swear I heard something like the crack of a whip and the sound of glass breaking. What was that?" "It was the belt of power. As I transformed it tried to magically appear around my waist. Then it just snapped off. I don't know about the breaking glass" Then they both turned and looked to see where the belt had flown off, obliterating a lamp on its trajectory out one of the room's picture windows. Steve ran to the empty window frame and leaned out to see the belt of power lying in a pile of broken glass. Wonder Woman's humiliation filled him with a new sense of confidence. "I'll see to that later, he said. And as he swaggered from the room, he called over his shoulder, "the bikini or naked, suit yourself." Then he chuckled. Moments later, Wonder Woman appeared at the pool in the bikini, padding stiffly over to the chaises. Steve laughed, "you're going to pass out if you keep trying to hold in your breath and your tummy." Wonder Woman let out a dejected sigh. As she did, her ribcage fell causing love handles to form at the top of her bikini bottom. In front, the band of the thong panties strained against their fleshy cargo. But the bikini bottoms were nowhere near as overworked as the red bra and golden falcon as they struggled to support her overflowing breasts. "Look at me," Wonder Woman moaned, grabbing the roll of chub around her middle, "I've let myself go to **." She tried to suck in her breath again and ran a probing hand over the still noticeable bulge where once rock hard abs had been. "I've gotten so fat, I can't even suck in my gut anymore!" Steve was feeling cocky in more ways than one. He decided to finally give in to an impulse he'd had for a long time, to give Wonder Woman a little taste of the humiliation he'd suffered. It was time to make obvious the new state of affairs. An extra fifty pounds and less muscle tone meant that physically Wonder Woman was no longer a lean, lethal tigress, she was a chubby, cuddly kitten. He got up from his chaise and walked around Wonder Woman in a mock inspection. When he was behind her, he gave her a sharp smack on the bottom. The impact caused tremors through the flab of her once firm gluts. Wonder Woman gasped in shock and embarrassment. "Maybe a little training is called for," he remarked with feigned thoughtfulness, "how about a little hand-to-hand?" "Oh, come on, Steve," Wonder Woman cried, "I am still an Amazon princess, after all. You're a good little fighter and athlete, but you've never been my equal." "Well," Steve drawled, "it might not be much of a workout for you. But I'll try to make it some challenge. Let's go." "Okay," Wonder Woman said skeptically, "but remember you asked for it." She launched her attack. But instead of her usual graceful pounce, she managed only a clumsy lunge. At first, she tried to grab Steve in a bear hug and lift him up. Steve could sense her surprise when her flabby Amazonian muscles couldn't respond with the necessary strength to pick him up and throw him down. Steve toyed with her, holding his power and expertise in check. Wonder Woman was left to believe that she was more in command than she was. Actually, Steve was surprised at how much of her strength and skill remained. She was still very healthy. Steve let the struggle go on. He let her wear herself out while he enjoyed grappling with her new, lush physique. Under the pretense of their match, he groped every inch of her body--her soft, ripe breasts, her delicious, full tummy and her gorgeous, round bottom. Eventually, Wonder Woman grew exhausted. Her attempts became more and more feeble. Steve began to take the offensive. To tease her, he reached out and snapped the band of her bikini bottom. "You'll pay for that," Wonder Woman gasped out as she fought for breath. She delivered what she thought would be a crushing blow, but it bounced ineffectually off Steve's abs. "Naughty, naughty," Steve smirked, "I think I'm going to have to punish you." Steve grasped her by one of her bracelets and led her over to one of the loungers. He sat down and drew her across his lap. It was a struggle, but he managed it. Putting her across his knee, he spanked her soft derriere until it was a bright crimson. Wonder Woman struggled and squirmed to free herself with her remaining strength. Steve wanted his domination to be complete. Holding both her wrists in a vise-like grip in one hand, he turned her over on his lap so her soft belly was exposed. He patted her ** gut. "Stop it," Wonder Woman whined, "it's embarrassing." Steve gave her a look of commanding disdain. Wonder Woman began to sob with frustration unable to resist as he stroked the soft blubber around her midsection. Finally, he drew his free hand up to the falcon clasp that held her bandeau top together. He unsnapped it easily, exposing her exquisite breasts. He fondled them assertively. Finally, as he pinched each of her firm, pink nipples, Wonder Woman ceased struggling and tearfully supplicated. Steve laid her on the chaise. "I'm not an Amazon princess," she half panted and half moaned, "I'm a plump, plump princess." "Well, I promised you I'd make it a challenge," Steve remarked with a casual air. "You didn't have to humiliate me like that," Wonder Woman complained. Then she paused thoughtfully, "but I guess with what I said and my attitude, I asked for it." She smiled and reached up to shake Steve's hand. "Good match, you really showed me something." "Anytime you want a rematch, Princess," Steve replied. "I'll go into training immediately," Wonder Woman stated, then she added, "right after lunch." Occasionally, Wonder Woman would make a half-hearted attempt at regaining her fighting trim. Once Steve found her back in the gym and quietly spied on her. She was surveying her new physique with disappointment. She took off her bikini top and surveyed her sagging tits. She cradled them in her hands, lifting them up to the gravity-defying positions they'd had before she'd grown soft. Then with a dejected moan, she let them fall, slapping against her bulging tummy. She ran her hand over her out of shape abs and gluts,then smacked them angrily. Striking a flexing pose, for a moment, the remnants of her once proud physique stood there quivering. Then they fell in a flabby avalanche. She put her top on with resignation and got down on the floor to do crunches. As she strained to lift herself up, rolls of plumpness formed around her middle. After only a few minutes, she fell back, panting and exhausted. Steve ignoring the hard-on that was starting in his own bikini briefs, he walked over to Wonder Woman. He patted the plump, rounded dome of her belly. "You're filling out nicely there," he said with a laugh, "have you been sneaking in a few brews to sprout this beer gut?" "Well," Wonder Woman huffed indignantly as she got up," if that isn't the ** calling the kettle black." With that, she prodded a finger into Steve's belly. He looked down and realized that in his total obsession to transform Wonder Woman, he ignored his own physique. He spent most of his days lying on the chaise next to her, getting up only occasionally to tend to their needs. And, even in the course of snacking lightly along with her for the sake of companionship, he'd consumed a lot of empty calories. He was nowhere near a far gone as Wonder Woman, but he'd had an obvious roll around the middle and had lost a lot of definition in his upper body. "Look at us," Wonder Woman cried, "if we had to run from here to the beach, we couldn't catch our breaths, much less catch any criminals." "Yes," the former hardbody, former colonel replied, "but there's no one else here to worry about besides ourselves, much less criminals. You've never looked more lovely. And to be honest, I've never felt better. After working as hard as I have all my life, it's damn nice to relax and let go a little." "I hate to say it," Wonder Woman admitted, "but I'm feeling very much the same way." She looked down at the bulge in Steve's bikini. "And I can see you don't have any complaints." They celebrated with their largest feast yet and a two hour long orgy of desserts. Steve had only the final phase of his plan to realize, quite literally, the consummation. But other than her sly comment the first day they had been by the pool in their bikinis, he'd seen no sign of awakening sexual passions in the Amazon. And he'd sworn an oath to himself that this final step would be completely her idea. He wasn't going to broach the subject. And he refused to employ the lasso. He wouldn't be satisfied unless she gave herself up, not only willingly, but enthusiastically. He used the lasso a final time. Wonder Woman was at the state of pleasant plumpness he desired. And she was quite content where she was at physically and geographically, even without magic compulsion. So he released her from the previous suggestions. Other than the addition of a little bit of playful exercise, the only other change in their routine was that Wonder Woman's appetite fell to a more normal level and Steve was freed from many of his kitchen duties. Wonder Woman, swathed in comfortable flesh, was transformed into a contented plumper. She leveled off at a condition of healthful chubbiness. But she still had the greatest change left, her dormant sexual urges needed to be brought to full glorious flower. Steve decided to gently nudge her progress along when one day she polished off an entire cheesecake by the pool before it could completely thaw, even in the warm, tropical sun. Afterwards, he laughed at the voracious spectacle and asked her if her light snack had given her the energy for a little swim. Wonder Woman moaned and rubbed her distended abdomen. "Ohhh," she cried, "after that I can hardly move." Then she giggled lightly and joked, "I thought my only weakness was to have my bracelets shackled together by man. I guess cheesecake is another of my weaknesses." "Here," Steve said, "let me help you." Then rubbing suntan lotion into both palms he laid his hands on her tummy and began to massage her sumptuous flesh. Wonder Woman closed her eyes and threw her head back in delight and purred with ecstasy. Steve knew that only one step remained, a true awakening of Wonder Woman's full sexual passions. And, as difficult as it may be, he had to be patient. Wonder Woman had been alone on an island inhabited by only women for over two millenium. Even the concept of sex was only a recent addition to her thinking, and Steve wanted to stimulate desire. Right now, Steve was glad that she'd closed her eyes as he ran his hands all over her fantastic body. That way she wouldn't see the raging hard-on causing an obvious bulge in his briefs. She wasn't ready to deal with it. The first true signs occurred as Wonder Woman napped on the chaise in the warm afternoon sun. Steve could see that she was agitated by the dream she was having. Then she started to moan, unconsciously her fingers wandered down and explored between her legs. He could see that her bikini bottoms were becoming wet with excitement. For a brief time, Wonder Woman stayed to herself. As Steve passed the door to her suite, he would hear almost wanton moaning. Occasionally, he would glance out one of the windows of the estate to see Wonder Woman on the chaise by the pool with the crotch of her bikini bottoms pushed aside exploring her mons with her fingers. Within the next week, he spied her by the pool completely naked, the bikini in a little pile beside her as she masturbated herself to a wild, unrestrained climax. But it was still a side of herself she believed she was keeping private. A day later, Steve went out to the pool to see a naked Wonder Woman snoozing in the chaise. It was the first time he'd seen her entirely bare that close. The sight made his heart rush. Her gorgeous, full breasts bobbed slightly with her breathing. Without the bikini band cutting into it, her belly had a rich roundness. All her exquisite curves were exposed, turned to a deep golden tan by the tropical sun. And between her thighs was the soft silky whisper of her pussy. Steve slid quietly into the cool water of the pool to try to relieve that desire that was pouring over him in waves. He was nearly at the end of his endurance. A wicked thought occurred to him. He shucked off his bikini and threw it in a went pile on to the empty chaise beside the sleeping Wonder Woman. Then he paddled around in the pool waiting for her to wake. Finally, she stirred. She stretch languidly, a move that shifted her beautiful breasts in the most inviting way. Equally inviting was the lustful glance she shot at Steve. He rose up out of the pool, completely naked. As the sight of Wonder Woman fell upon his gaze and the warmth of the sun fell on his cock, it sprung to full erection. Wonder Woman licked her licks in a subconscious sign of desire. "I assumed this was the uniform of the day," Steve commented casually. He walked over to the chaises and picked up the sun tan oil. "Do you need a little more?" he asked. Wonder Woman swallowed hard and gasped out, "no, I'm fine. " But," she continued, "you could use a nice application." Then after a pause she added a timid, "all over." Steve laid back in the chaise as Wonder Woman began to massage the oil starting at his chest. She patted a little on to his arms and then continued down rubbing it on to his stomach. She was very quiet and seemed to be in deep concentration. She passed down under to his legs, but as she applied the lotion in long strokes occasionally a stray finger would brush against his balls or his cock that was throbbing in anticipation. Now Steve closed his eyes and threw his head back. To be this close and not there was agony after all his waiting. When suddenly one of Wonder Woman's hand wrapped itself firmly around his shaft, he lost concentration for a second and nearly came right in her face. He regained his control. He looked at her and their eyes met. "Certain areas of your body look like the haven't seen much sun. They could be very sensitive," she said sheepishly. "Well, you've got that right," Steve drawled, "certain areas of my body are real sensitive." "I'll be sure to do a thorough job," Wonder Woman said brightly. "Yeah, you do a real good, um, job," Steve gasped as she began to run both hands enthusiastically along his cock. It had been so long and his resolve was at an end. He laid back and relaxed into the sensuous pleasure of the moment. Eventually, he erupted with a ferocious orgasm. "Oh, my," Wonder Woman gasped, a few drops of cum dripping from her hair. She'd barely avoided the shot. Steve handed her one towel and began to clean himself with another. "Well," he said, "it's liable to do that." The next day when he arrived at the pool, Wonder Woman was already there, naked and rubbing oil into her hands in eager anticipation. Although he'd sworn that their union was to be her choice, he knew how long she'd taken exploring herself. She might be dealing with new desires. But his were full blown and long-standing. He was in no mood to fool around with possibly weeks of simple hand jobs. He decided to press the issue. Wonder Woman began to work the oil into his flesh, moving quickly to his cock, coaxing it into erection. She worked on it with rapt attention. "You know," Steve stated flatly, "you can do more with that." "What?" she anxiously queried. "Kiss it," he commanded. Wonder Woman brushed the tip of his shaft with a tender kiss. Then she began to kiss more passionately all along its length. "Now," Steve whispered intently, "take it into your mouth." She wrapped her lips around his member, gingerly at first. But soon she was working at it with a vengeance. She was curious, exploring all the things she could do with her lips, her teeth and her tongue. She experimented with innumerable variations of speed and depth. It was the most extraordinary blow job of Steve's life. She might have been inexperience and unschooled, but she was turning out to be a natural. When he climaxed she took his load with ease, then laid back with a sweet sigh of satisfaction. She accepted his mentoring so gracefully and enthusiastically, that Steve decided that he should take more of a leading role. That night as she began an encore oral performance. He deftly shifted their positions around so they could perform a "sixty-nine." He restrained himself to a gentle massage of her pussy, delicately protecting her maidenhead. Still it was the first time she'd felt a man's touch down there. She shivered with delight and moaned with desire. The next morning, Steve woke up alone. He decided to go for his usual morning swim. He started towards his own quarters to put on his speedo. But then he figured that as things stood, it was probably unnecessary. Wonder Woman was already out by the pool, for some reason she was wearing her bikini. Well, it was hard enough to figure out any woman, much less a Wonder Woman. "Hi, lover!" she cooed, then she picked up a pastry from the yable beside her laden with a huge breakfast. Well, sort of, but not completely, he thought to himself. Technically, she was still a virgin. But that was a two-thousand year wait that would be over before the end of this day, if he had anything to do with it. He walked over to her and kissed her deeply. "I'm going for a little dip, care to join me?" he asked. "No, actually I'm in the middle of breakfast. I've just been insatiable lately, or hadn't you noticed?" she said slyly. "I'll join you in a moment," he replied with a wink. He dove into the pool and swam laps until he could see that Wonder Woman had finished her voluminous morning feast. As he rose out of the water, Wonder Woman moaned and rubbed the bulge in her tummy that her huge meal had caused. "I think I need your magic hands, stud!" she called out to him. He went to her and began to fondle and kiss her delicious belly. He moved up to her breasts. "I don't think we need this," Wonder Woman said, unhooking the falcon clasp and casually tossing her top aside. Steve started to stroke her breasts. He ran his tongue around her nipples until they were hard. He was becoming pretty hard himself. Finally, he was up to her exquisite face and their lips met. They kissed passionately and hungrily as if they were trying to devour each other. It seemed to go on for an eternity. But finally, Steve began to work his way back down her body, peppering her with baby kisses along every inch until he was down to the band of her bikini. "That must go," Wonder Woman said in a matter of fact manner. "It will only get in the way of what is about to happen," she said flashing her electric smile with a new erotic twist. Steve slid off the panties that he could see were wet with desire. Then he lifted up her pelvis and entered her as firmly as possible without being rough. In an instant, Wonder Woman's virginity was gone. Steve continued on, attending to her ripe, full body like a queen. Over the next few days they continued on in a marathon session trying to discover all the carnal pleasures they could. But still, it was as though the centuries of pent-up desire in Wonder Woman were inexhaustible. Once again, Steve was hard pressed to keep up with her. He didn't mind at all, this time. Eventually, they came to the realization that they couldn't make love all the time. Other appetites began to insist on getting a little attention. Although their lives began to settle into a more ordinary routine, their love making remained frequent and passionate. Months passed. One day, coming back from a jog down to the beach, a very winded Wonder Woman collapsed on to one of the chaises. Steve began to tickle her until she was literally gasping for air between peals of laughter. She tried to squirm away, but he g rabbed her by the magic bracelets that she still wore around her wrists. He suddenly stopped, staring transfixed at the sight of the bracelets. "Why do you still wear these? I mean, let's face it, hon, you're reflexes aren't what they were. Your bullet deflecting days are over, you can't even block me in a game of slap and tickle." For emphasis, he shot a hand down and goosed her. Wonder Woman let out an excited shriek, then tried to compose herself and be serious. "There are a couple of reasons. They've been secrets, but I don't think we should have anymore of those between us. "First of all, the bracelets imbue me with a special aura. Because of that aura, ordinary mortals are unable to discern the difference between me and my everyday secret identity." She slipped off the bracelets and suddenly Steve Trevor was stunned to see that she was Diana Prince, his former assistant. Now that he realized the connection, he was amazed he'd never seen it. "I don't believe it, Diana Prince! I was always thought you might show up here. But I was worried that you were the one person in the world who had the ability to find us here. Now I understand why you and Wonder Woman always seemed to be in cahoots. You were the same person. I was being ganged up on by a gang of one. That was why I could never conduct an operation without you knowing." He was getting a little confused about who he was talking to and about who he was talking. He was also thinking about his own secret. "You aren't disappointed, are you?" she asked anxiously. "Not in the least," Steve replied slowly. "Then why are you so hesitant, lover?" she queried. "Well," he said, "I also have something to reveal." Then he laid out the details of his use of the lasso. Wonder Woman listened calmly and patiently. When he was through, she took his hand. "Well, that was pretty devious of you. But I can't really be angry with you. You just intuitively found a way for us to act on the feelings we both had. And as far as the post-hypnotic suggestions go, they would eventually wear off if they weren't in accordance with that person's will or desires. I guess I always wanted to be fat and happy. I'm glad to be the woman I am, the woman that fell in love with you on this island," she said. "And I'm glad you're the woman I fell in love with on this island," he said ashe kissed her, "and I couldn't be happier about that." "The other thing that you should know is that while I wear the bracelets, my aging process is halted. They're what give Amazons' their virtual immortality. If I continue to where them, I'll remain the same as you age." It didn't matter to Steve. He was too happy and in love to withhold such a gift from his lover. As for Steve, he didn't live forever, but he lived well and he lived fully. The Final Mission.pdf

I have been thinking about you for the last few days. I wrestle a bit with the idea of bringing you up. Lest I forget, I’m higher up in the work food chain than you. You’re just in IT, but I’m an executive. I saw you for the first time a couple of days ago and I knew that I had to use you for my amusement. What could be better than a skinny new boy toy for me to play with? I call down to your department and hear your voice on the other end, “Hello, IT.” “Yes,” I start commandingly, “There’s an issue with my monitor. I need someone up here now.” “Well, what seems to be the nature of-“ “Didn’t you hear me?” I interrupt you. “I told you to come up here now.” I don’t like that you think you have a choice. “Yes Ma’am! Right away!” You hung that phone up pretty quickly. I sit my oversized ass in my oversized chair until you finally arrive, you seem out of breath. “Ah yes, finally. I need you to take a look at this monitor.” I say while standing up and walking over to you. I notice you staring at me, taking in my size. I walk up to you, you’re so tiny compared to me. Your head only comes up to my chin so not only do I have my weight, my height is also superior to your tiny form. I’m probably a good 4 times your size I reckon. After you spend a few seconds staring I say, “See anything you like?” and break you from your trance. “Oh! Uhh sorry ma’am.” You try to walk past me quickly, but when you get to my side, I hip check you. Its a playful bump on my end, but you being as small as you are compared to my size, lose your balance and fall to the floor. “Oops! Better watch your step.” I say playfully, giving you a wink. You scramble up and head over to the desk. As you do so, I close the door to my office giving me the privacy I need for some play time. “Hmm the monitor isn’t coming on at all,” you question. I walk back over to the desk while you sit down to check something under my desk. Right where I want you. “Okay,” you begin explaining. “It looks like, oh, it looks like you unplugged your monitor? But it’s pretty much fixed now.” You then motion back up from under the desk, seeing your dream, soon to be nightmare, come true. Me, facing away from you with my ass right in front of your face while you’re still sitting in my wide chair. Right where I want you. “Uhh... I think I should be-“ but it’s too late, right before you finish, I drop my large ass right on top of your lap, full weight. Your arms underneath my cheeks, struggling to get free. “Oh you’re so cute,” I say with a hint of lust. “Thinking that you can lift me off. Do you have any idea how heavy I am compared to you? Struggle all you want.” “Ma’am please!” You struggle to get the words out. “You’re too heavy, my legs-“ You get cut off by me leaning back against your chest and face. My back rolls, covering you completely, still glad I opted for the oversized chair that can still hold my weight. “You know, if anyone walked in right now, they wouldn’t even notice you under me haha!” I giggled to myself. I raise up from the chair listening to your desperate gasp for breath. “Okay, what should we do next?” I question out loud. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” “Haha!” I give out a booming laugh. “Thinking you can tell me what to do? Not only can you not physically stop me, but I’ll have you fired if you tried something so stupid. Now let’s get you up, shall we?” It’s time for me to make this experience a little more personal. I take my shirt off, revealing my large, creamy white, hanging belly. To make things even, I take one hand and grab a good portion of your shirt collar and rip it off, both of us standing there, completely topless. Since your legs are sore, I figured I would help pick you up. Well, into a bear hug that is. “Haha! I can’t believe how light you are!” I exclaim. “Please... can’t...” you are barely making any coherent words since my strong arms are wrapped around you, leaving your arms free, but pressed up against my fat. I’m certain you can feel the heat emanating from my giant belly, completely pressed up against your stick thin torso, practically absorbing you into my flesh. I feel your arms trying to get their grip onto my shoulders to try and stop me, but you can’t get any leverage to do so. Then I grip you even tighter squeezing out that last bit of breath you were holding. Lifting you like this has made us the same height at least. “You know something? There is something I’ve always wanted to try, but never had the chance until this exact moment.” I say coyly. You just stare into my menacing smile as I walk towards the wall of the office, taking my time so I can get maximum enjoyment from seeing your red face surprised with how easily I was able to transform you into my afternoon boy toy. “Let’s give this a shot.” I say as I approach the wall, I press you up against it and slowly release my grip on you from my arms, transferring it to my belly. You are able to stay in place against the wall, with my giant stomach pressing against you, wrapped around your skinny body with my fat circling you and pressing against the wall on either side. “Wow! I wasn’t sure if I was able to do that! I can feel someone is loving this though. Don’t pretend that I can’t feel your hard-on pressed against my belly.” “Ma’am, I’m not going to say anything. Just let me go!” You beg me. “I’ll tell you what,” I bargain, “if you can push me off of you, I’ll let you go.” Your face turns to even further surprise. Your arms are pinned down, your whole body is suspended off the floor by a few inches, only being held by my massive belly. How will you ever get free? “You can keep struggling, I like it when they struggle.” I say with a deep sigh at the end, clearly enjoying this myself. You continue to push and writhe while your body is consumed by my fat, but it’s no use. I can feel your chest and ribs starting to bend inwards while I ever so slowly lean more and more weight into you. After a 2 minute struggle, I take a step back and you fall to your knees on the floor, coughing for breath and clutching your rib cage. “Haha, oh is somebody hurt?” I laugh at you. “You can’t do this to me you... you cow!” You instinctively yell back, beginning to get angry. “Oh I beg to differ, tiny man. I’m so much bigger than you so I can do whatever I want. My fat body is just stronger and better than your insignificant one so I actually can do whatever I want. Here, let me prove it.” After my lecture, I lean forward and pick you up, throwing you over my fat shoulder with force so that your face hits my fat ass. “Now if I, ‘can’t do this,’ as you said, then why don’t you try to get free now.” I say softly. It’s clear that my lust is growing. I just love comparing our bodies and seeing how much bigger and stronger I am than you. You begin to struggle and pound your fists on my backside, if I were a skinny girl, it would probably hurt me, but my beautiful flab gives me soft armor that your weak arms couldn’t even begin to hurt me through. “See?” I say while you are kicking and punching. “You can’t even break my hold on you while I’m carrying you around. What chance do you have otherwise? In fact, why don’t I get some exercise and get some steps in?” “Jesus! You’re too strong, you’re crushing my stomach into your shoulder!” you yell again. I just laugh and continue to walk around the office with you tossed over my shoulder. It’s almost comical how little you look over my broad shoulders and body. Every step I take with you carried, you can feel the tightness around your midsection. I exaggerate my footfalls so my shoulder digs into you further and further, I’m sure it feels like getting multiple uppercuts to your stomach. You continue to kick and push to get some relief from me, but it’s no use. You are essentially as strong as a child is to an adult when you are in this position. Completely helpless and embarrassed that a girl could ever do this to you, but I’m much more than any ordinary girl. I am a giantess, walking around proudly with my latest prize. “Okay, let’s try something else.” I say, and as I finish that statement, I lean forward slightly, then push upright, grab your arms and pull your upper body over my other shoulder to get you in a fireman carry. “Oh my god, I can barely feel your weight now. It really does amuse me how little you weigh. I am basically four of you!” This is probably the best recreation I’ve had all week. “Now, instead of going to the gym today, maybe I can get my squats in early.” I say. I then squat down low and rise back up. Your arms and legs are starting to get tired and I notice them giving up some fight. You are just in a helpless position for me to do whatever I want to you, and treating you like my own personal squat rack is just one hobby I have in mind. “…and 30! Phew, usually I squat a lot heavier so I decided to make up for the reps this time to accommodate the small weight, haha!” I toy with you. “Alright, there’s just one more thing I need from my new favorite IT department.” I then lay your tired body onto my desk with your head on one end, stretched out fully across my elegant desk. I come around to where your head is, you look up at me completely frightened of what will happen next, as well you should be. “Alright then, I had a good time with you today, but I think we can end things here. Don’t worry, you’ll survive this, but I think I’ve had my fill today. I’ll see you next time little man.” I explain, “Wait, what are-“ you are then immediately cut off by me lifting my belly up with my strong arms and dropping it over your head and chest. After I do this, I lean forward more, letting my belly spread over you, totally consuming more of your torso. My belly extends from your head, going all the way down past your elbows on the desk. It probably feels like your head and torso are being consumed by a giant and warm sandbag, completely encasing you as you feel as though I’m literally absorbing you into my fat body. As I lean more weight onto you, I also hear the desk creaking from the sudden weight being applied to it. “Mmmm yeah, this is nice...” I moan softly. I just love seeing your little body, squirming under my belly. Even my stomach is just too much weight to handle as I notice more of your panic setting in. Your arms are heavily pinned so you can’t push my fat off and your legs are only kicking, trying to get any leverage for you to escape, but all I have to do is stand here and lean on you. I’m not pinning you down with any of my strong muscle, I’m just standing here like the goddess that I am, keeping you pinned down with my flab. “That’s right, keep struggling my slave...” I moan again, slowly rubbing my giant boobs and enjoying your whimpers and feeling you struggle against my body. Finally, your struggle dies down and I step back lifting my belly off you. You are still alive like I promised, but you are out of it for sure. A lot of oxygen was taken away by your goddess. “You nearly passed out there, haha! Okay little man, I’m going out for lunch now. I had a good time with you, and trust me…this won’t be the last time.” I put on my shirt, grab my purse and open the office door, still leaving you on my desk topless while you cough to breathe. Just before I walk out, I say, “Oh and make sure that monitor is working by the time I come back, haha!”