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Hey! I’m Ivy. I’ve been a gainer for 5 years now. Started as a super for cheerleader and now I’m a sexy fat hog eating everything in site. Join me on my journey and help me be the fattest I can be. I’m a gluttonous fatty that can’t wait to reach 350+. Follow my forum so you can keep track of my gains! Purchase videos to keep me fat and growing! Love you all so much❤️ Thank you for the support !

Hello Everyone When I launched my page all the way back in November I released an exclusive story, I released a teaser for Chapter 1 here and seeing as the community has been so supportive of my work I have released chapter 2 here over on DA, you have to be a watcher to read it but its free to do so! I have also got a second chapter there of my ass & pussy expansion story too for those who are interested Let me know what you think -GD

I'm new to this still. I joined on Saturday January 15, 2022. I think I have done really good with the reputations from the community so far. But I'm still a little confused with the whole concept of a feeders and stuckage.. My intake of a feeder I thought you ** and tease the feedee with your sexy curves and lingerie/outfits so the feedee want more of you. Am I wrong? Am I not what the feedee what's to see? By the way, I'm very comfortable with my body and I'm very confident in my body being a BBW. I really need your intake on this.. What do I need to change? I'm very open to your opinion or your thoughts. I'm open to ideas... Love truly, Thickhotmom

Hello Curvage I'm new to the writing and sharing my stories but I have an ongoing series which focuses on a small lady becoming a rather large lady. Each Chapter comes out on a Wednesday so if you'd like to read Chapter 1 please click here to read it for free on DA, give a watch while you are over there Chapter 2 will be released over there tomorrow for free Edit: Chapter 2 is live here If you are still hungry for more then please read my DA bio Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy, as I am new I'd also appreciate any feedback or suggestions so please feel free to message me -GD

I've been home for 5 months with a broken leg. It wasn't like I didn't know I had put on any weight.. although I was living in sweats and comfy shorts, I couldn't deny how few of them were actually comfy anymore. In pants, my belly pooched over the waistband, in shorts, my much softer thighs had started to brush into each other when I walked. I had such ridiculous cleavage in even my loosest sports bras that even a number of my sweatshirts were starting to look slutty. But I told myself the pudge would come off as soon as I could exercise again, and that as long as I lost my new little chub before I went back to work, it was no reason to stress. I even let myself enjoy it a little bit, discovering all of the these sensations I had always been so curious about. But this week, I had to go back to work.. and carry in a whole bunch of extra pounds with me. It wasn't until I had to put on real clothes that I started to realize what an enormous impact my indulgent summer had actually caused...

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.

((Not a dream! Not a hoax! Not an imaginary story! After nearly seven years, Capes and Cuisines is back and better than ever! I've been meaning to revisit and revise this concept for sometime, and after several recent, wonderful superhero stories in the community (shout-out to Batman76, especially), I'm bringing it back. In addition to more original characters and concepts, each installment will be told in four parts, one every Wednesday. This will NOT be taking the place of The Superheavyweight Champion--I have been working on this on the side and built up a backlog of material, so, barring outside circumstances, you will be seeing new chapters in both each week. ((Enough with the details though--I know what you're here for. Without any further ado, I give you the first new installment of Capes and Cuisines: REGIRTH!)) GUARDIANA, PART ONE This is the first of many tales from Earth-11, a world filled with brilliant superheroes, gruesome supervillains, and infinite possibilities; where a simple walk down the street could lead you to another dimension or a journey into space. Many are the mighty men and women who defend the world from destruction on a regular basis; who tirelessly fight to keep the streets safe from all manner of super-crimes. Most live among the common man in disguise, though there are some who use their status to live like superstars and shake hands with the cream of society’s crop. Regardless of their personal lives, their goal remains the same—to uphold the values of truth and justice, no matter what it takes. To cover the entire history of this universe would take an entire story unto itself, so let us focus our attention on one particular young woman. Catalina Diaz might seem like just another unassuming co-ed to the outside world, but behind her horn-rimmed glasses and mousy hair is Guardiana, a heroine in training under the auspicious wing of the strongest man on Earth, Defensor. Raised an orphan on the streets of Venezuela, she was abducted at an early age alongside her brother, Nico, and taken to a research facility in the city of Megalopolis. There, they were experimented on in an effort to replicate the powers of the world’s greatest heroes and villains, and were subject to terrible tests on a daily basis for seven years. All of that ended the day Justice United broke down the doors of the lab, Defensor leading the charge. During the ensuing brouhaha between the army of heroes and the hired guns, Catalina and Nico had been set free along with several other superhuman experiments. They demonstrated powers exactly like Defensor’s, and when the dust settled, he took them into his home so they might have a chance at a normal life. The Man of Might also trained them in using their abilities for good, and they soon joined him in protecting their fair city. In time, they became known as La Familia de Defensa—the most powerful family in the world! Our story, however, begins in less spectacular fashion. A quiet Saturday morning found Catalina lounging across the sofa in her apartment, eyes glued to the TV while she munched away on a donut—her fifth of the morning. She was still wearing her pajamas at the strike of 10, and she ignored her phone as it buzzed beside her. No doubt it was her brother or Defensor wanting her to come train with them, but there was no chance that was going to happen, not when there was a marathon of “Magician from Mars” to watch. That was becoming a trend for the young heroine: she would always find some excuse to skip out on training, whether it was too much homework, being tired from her internship, or feeling under the weather. All those rainchecks were adding up though, their toll taken out on her fit physique as Catalina plumped up over the last two months. Her face, already round, softened further as a double chin blossomed under chubby cheeks. The toned tummy Catalina was so proud of was on the fast track to becoming a potbelly, and it oozed over the waistband of her pajama pants like melted ice cream. Firm thighs that could carry her around the world in minutes had lost any trace of definition as they bloated and swelled with weak blubber. Not that they were needed any time soon, what with Catalina’s tubby tush making an indentation in the couch. The only things that had not grown were her breasts, which just barely filled out her A-cup bra, much to her chagrin. “Yeah, that’s right, Jane!” Catalina slothfully cheered as the Magician dispatched the shadow alien of the week. “You show that thing who’s the boss!” “Well, looks like you’ve been productive today,” a droll voice remarked outside her window. Catalina rolled her head around and spied her brother hovering in the air, four stories off the ground. Nico was a beanpole of a boy, easily as tall as a basketball player despite only being a senior in high school. His dark, shaggy hair was held back by a weighted headband, and his lean body was decked out in a tank-top and running shorts. Nowhere near as impressive as his suit when he went out as Escudar, the Shield of Megalopolis, but much more appropriate than his sister’s current attire. “I think I remember this one—the Magician gets stuck in a board game and has to win, or else she dies, right?” Nico asked with a smirk. “Pendejo!” Catalina squeaked in frustration as she rolled off the couch. “I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times—use the door! What’re people going to think if they see a guy floating outside my window?” “I think most people would be surprised you have a guy over at all,” her brother teased before vanishing in the blink of an eye. Catalina had just tugged her shirt down over her jelly belly when Nico barged in the front door like a sitcom character. While her baby brother still lived at home with their foster parents, he still made a pest of himself by dropping by her apartment whenever he felt like it. Defensor had said it was because the unabashed boy was lonely, but how lonely could he be if he never left her alone? “You could have stopped home to shower before coming here,” Catalina huffed as Nico raided her fridge, same as usual. “You smell like a goat.” “Like a ‘Greatest of All Time’? You’re too kind,” the young man chuckled. He came out of her fridge with a bottle of Sunny Delight, which he drank straight from the bottle before his sister could zoom over and snatch it from him. “Did you seriously come here just to be gross?” the older girl snipped at Nico. Her question was answered with a lazy shrug of the shoulders. “Dad wanted me to come by and see how you were doing; he thought you might be feeling sick. I told him that he worries too much, and now I can tell him that I’m right.” Catalina pouted and crossed her arms over her petite chest. She did not mean to make Hector Ramirez, their adopted father, fret over her, but she had insisted time and again that she was not the same fragile girl he had rescued from a lab. No, she was an independent young woman who could make her own decisions—and if that decision was to pass on bench-pressing cars or doing laps around the entire city, so be it. “Look, I had a lousy week: I had to pull an all-nighter to finish my World Religion essay, my boss at the radio station is being a total bruja, and I’m still recovering from the Leech sapping my powers the other night,” the pajama-clad powerhouse whined. “I’m taking a ‘me day’, all right?” Nico smirked and stretched his arms over his head, popping his joints and showing a hint of the firm abs that made many a heart throb. “Yeah, but you’ve been taking a few too many, if you ask me. I don’t remember that shirt being so tight on you.” Catalina’s cheeks grew flush as she fiddled with her shirt, snagged as it was by her love handles. “It…it just shrunk in the wash!” she contested. “Uh-huh,” her unwanted visitor replied with a roll of his eyes, not buying the lame excuse for a second. “Or—and hear me out—it might also be that you sit on your bubble butt and eat Flaming Amy’s takeout every night.” “Not every night,” Catalina grumbled. It was a good thing that her trash can was hidden in the cupboard under the sink, otherwise her brother might have seen the trash from last night’s burrito run. How was it her fault that Flaming Amy’s was so damned good? “Look, if you’re just going to be a little prick, you can go do it somewhere else.” Nico threw up his hands and chuckled, “Fine, fine—I’ve got to meet my friends at the arcade anyway. Just remember what Hector always says: just because we have superpowers doesn’t mean we don’t need to exercise; it means we have to work out a little harder.” “Thank you so much for the lesson, Captain Fitness,” the young heroine huffed. “Now, beat it before I throw you out myself.” “Assuming you can catch me, Thunder Thighs,” her fellow sidekick rebutted like the little brother he was. Steaming mad, Catalina dashed at Nico with blinding speed, only for the nimble boy to leap over her like a gazelle. She chased him all over the apartment, both moving so fast that they seemed little more than blurs, but it was a futile effort. No matter how fast she went, her infuriating brother stayed one step ahead of her, like an obnoxious gingerbread man. They kept their cat and mouse game going for another few minutes before Catalina could take no more and had to stop to catch her breath. “Seriously? You really are getting out of shape, Petunia,” Nico scoffed as he zipped around his sister without breaking a sweat. “Remember when you used to beat me in our intercontinental races? You wouldn’t even make it past the Pacific now!” “Carajito,” the plump powerhouse growled. “Wait till I get my hands—eek!” Her threat was cut off by a swift slap to her doughy derriere, which quivered for a spell as Nico retreated to the window and laughed. “That would mean being faster than me, and unless you decide to actually lift a dumbbell instead of a fork, that ain’t going to happen.” Before he could make another taunt, the boy dodged away from a laser that melted through the glass behind him. Nico glanced over to Catalina, whose eyes glowed with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns as she prepared another burst of heat vision. “Get out, you little twerp!” the heroine hissed, steam bursting from her lips as a freezing breath lingered in her throat. “Now!” “Okay, okay—there’s no need to bring powers into it,” Nico winced. “God, you take the fun out of everything.” “Out!” The bratty boy did not need to be told twice, and he vanished out the front door before his sister could let loose another beam from her superheated eyes. Once Nico left, Catalina squeezed her eyes shut and counted quietly to herself as she came down from her infuriated high. Her extraneous powers had always been great—almost on par with Defensor’s—but she did not have the greatest control over them. Having her pesky brother bugging her and interrupting her TV time would have been stressful enough, but add in the taunts about her weight and Catalina felt like punching a meteor into dust. Once she finally cooled down, Catalina opened her eyes, literally and figuratively, and gazed down at her paunchy belly. She knew she had put on a few pounds, but she always told herself that it was not that bad and could easily be shed with a little exercise. Unfortunately, she lacked the willpower to actually do any exercise, and downplaying her gain only made it easier to ignore. While she was never muscular like Hector or lean as Nico, the mousy girl was still proud of her firm, shapely physique. That firmness was gone, and she felt soft as butter while gauging herself with exploratory pinches and prods. “Geez…guess I really have been overdoing,” she mumbled to herself. A sickly grimace spread across her lips when she discovered she really could pinch an inch of flab at her waist. Catalina glanced to the nearly-empty box of donuts on the coffee table and balked at how many calories she had mindlessly consumed that morning. And that was just one instance; there must have been dozens of moments when she lost track of time eating. It was no wonder her clothes were fitting so poorly these days—she had gobbled her way up the size chart without realizing it. “I’ve got to do something about this,” Catalina decided. “It’s time for me to cut back on the snacks, get off my butt, and work out until I’m back at the top of my game!” There was an unspoken caveat in that declaration though—if she was going to slim down again, it was going to be on her own. The young heroine needed support as she worked her way back to a Size 6, and there was no way she could get that from training around her aggravating brother. That also meant she would need to go without her mentor’s instruction and guidance, but she had trained with Hector for so long that she must have retained some of his expertise. Catalina clapped her hands together and grit her teeth as determination filled every fiber of her being. She looked to the TV as a commercial for a home treadmill played—a sign from beyond if ever there was. With a quick nod, she hummed, “That clinches it—I’m getting started right now! No time like the present!” It took normally took her an instant to change clothes, but when she dashed into her room for a quick change, it was not as easy as she remembered. Catalina struggled to get her favorite yoga pants up her thickened thighs, and the elastic waistband bit into her soft hips like a vise. She tried chucking on a Megalopolis University t-shirt, but what was once baggy and oversized was now tight around her middle and left a thin strip of underbelly exposed. Unfortunately, the only place she had any room was in her petite chest, but the frustrated heroine would take any comfort she could as she realized that she was almost too fat for her go-to exercise gear. Next came the task of lacing her sneakers, which was no easy feat, as her stomach bunched up into thick, flabby rolls that kept her from leaning over too fat. Eventually, she managed to tie her shoes, but that was a workout in of itself, and she had to catch her breath when she finished. Catalina grimaced and pinched a glob of pliable pudge at her waist, still surprised that all of this could be her. “When you try to work out and find out you can’t fit into your workout clothes—that’s when you know you’re pretty fat,” the heroine grumbled as she rose to her feet. “But no more excuses: I’m going to do some laps around the city, head out to the mountains to lift some boulders, and go take a swim across the Atlantic. And after I’m done warming up, I’ll—ooh, I haven’t seen this episode in ages!” And just like that, Catalina was distracted by the glow of her television and her favorite show once more. Her motivation went right out the window as she plopped back down to watch more ‘Magician from Mars’, any thoughts of exercise and getting back into shape buried as Jane Gem did battle with her nefarious aunt. She could always head out after this episode was over; the Atlantic Ocean was not going anywhere, after all. “No, Theera, you damn fool! You had one job—guard the crystal from The Hood,” Catalina barked at the TV as she plucked the last donut from the box. “Por eso no puedes tener cosas bonitas!” *** While Catalina was neglecting her fitness, there was another, less noble woman having a lazy Saturday, though not by choice. Madeline Smoot, better known as the notorious prankster, Reb Rascal, was lounging on her couch and mindlessly flipping through channels while slothfully munching from a bowl of dry cereal atop her stomach. Her latest prank, which had seen her start a massive flash mob as a distraction for a series of robberies, had flopped online, which was far worse than any sentence they could throw at her. After seeing her subscriber count take a plunge, she had thrown a diva-like tantrum and spent the following day sobbing and binging on ice cream. Despair had given way to malaise, and Madeline was left adrift as she wracked her brain for a new job. “I’m so bored, Alejandro,” Madeline groaned to the AI that controlled her penthouse. “I need an idea for a new prank, but I’ve got nothing! I’ve got to put on something that will get my numbers back up—do you have any suggestions?” “Might I suggest looking at someone from La Familia de Defensa? I know how much you despise them,” the computer program helpfully suggested. Madeline rolled a Cheerio around her mouth as she pondered that. Defensor and his bratty sidekicks were always ruining her fun, but he and Escudar had gotten wise to her tricks over the years. The same could not be said for Guardiana, who was so sweet and naïve that she fell for anything Reb Rascal threw at her. Maybe pranking her would be exactly what she needed to get out of her current rut. “I could always try something with Guardiana, but what could I do to that ditzy do-gooder that I haven’t done before?” the prankster mused. “Alejandro, wasn’t there an article on TMZ about how she’d been putting on weight lately?” “I believe so, Miss Smoot. I’ll send it to your tablet at once.” While Madeline waited for the article to download, she pondered how she could weaponize Guardiana’s recent gains. Thankfully, her questions were answered as her channel surfing led her to an infomercial about the latest weight loss product. The prankster watched as lie after lie flashed on-screen: eat their special food, use their branded clothes, and watch the pounds melt away! It was the perfect con—and just the thing Reb Rascal needed to get back into the game…

(Based on the original story ‘You’re Going To Get Fat’ by MaverickTheWriter, borrowing characters, themes, and text in some of the early chapters. Used with permission and thanks) -------- “You’re going to get fat!”. That’s what my plump sister would tell me over and over when we were growing up. We were fraternal twins, born just a few minutes apart. You wouldn’t have known it though - as kids, we couldn’t have been any more different. I felt sorry for her really. I had taken after our father - tall, lean, and athletic - while she had taken after our mother - short, fat, and deathly allergic to exercise. It didn't matter how hard we tried to alter our physiques, we seemed to be destined to grow into these predetermined physical moulds. A spin of the genetic wheel. It was hardly my fault that I came out on top. The differences first presented themselves during puberty. It wasn’t long before I was the tallest of my friends, a ranked junior tennis player competing at the state level. Meanwhile, my poor sister developed curves in all the wrong places as she gathered mass onto her stumpy body. This was despite our varied eating habits - her hyper-awareness of what she put into her mouth and my adherence to the Epicurean mantra of ‘if it feels good, do it’. I would puff my cheeks at her cajoling and make a spectacle of the brownies, cookies, French Fries, cupcakes, or whatever else I was enjoying at the time. She would smirk and shake her head. It had to be hard watching me devour doughnuts while she grew fatter eating apples - but at the end of the day, what’s sisterhood without some good-natured teasing? Nevertheless, she continued to heckle my eating habits, which only worsened the more time that I spent away from home. Whenever I returned with a post-tennis burger, she would greet me with the same refrain-- “You’re going to get fat!”. My mom - born and raised in the mountains of Hakone – and my dad – an American with a work visa and more confidence than he knew what to do with – had met and fallen in love during Japan’s Lost Decade. A match made in heaven, apparently. They’d moved back to Dad’s US hometown in the late ‘90s when we were still in diapers. Our upbringing had been a clash of these two opposing cultures. Deference on the one hand, egocentrism on the other. Our diet was no exception. At home, mom cooked the healthy meals of her childhood – fish, rice, noodles, and the like, but at school and in town I could eat whatever I wanted – and I did… liberally. Where my sister would dutifully eat the modest bento box lovingly prepared by mom the night before, I would ditch mine on the way to school and queue with my friends for the standard greasy cafeteria fare of pizza, fries, or whatever other quintessentially American fast food was on offer. During summer break, we would sneak ice cream from vans that served us through the school fence, and in winter, I was on first-name terms with the vending machine. But despite the indulgence of pizza-party sleepovers with my girlfriends and Olive Garden dinners with my boyfriends, my body remained as lean as ever. The same could not be said for my dear sister. By Sophomore year her poor hips were so wide that she had to get her clothes on special order – the normal stores simply didn’t stock them. The fat little thing just couldn’t catch a break. Still, whenever I’d get home late from a restaurant date she’d creep downstairs in her PJs, spy the leftovers from whichever late-night snack I’d been enjoying, and then, as she rubbed her eyes and doddered back to bed, she would call out-- “You’re going to get fat!”. I’d just chuckle and polish off the remains before heading to bed. And why wouldn’t I laugh? The whole thing was amusing. Me? Fat? Not with Dad’s genetics thank you very much. But perhaps if I’d been a little less complacent then I might have noticed the newfound jiggle in my step. It was about this time that Mom accidentally shrank my clothes. She said she didn’t think that she’d done it, but I knew better – everything was just a little… off. Still, there’s a reason they invented the elasticated waistband. And I couldn’t stay mad at Mom after all – I loved her, and, of course, there was a lot to love—all 400 pounds of her. She waddled and wheezed around the house, her vast buttocks wobbling with every laboured step. An impressionable and unprepared foreigner corrupted by America’s sugar fetish and super-sized fast food. A story as old as time. By Junior year students were trusted to leave the school campus during free periods, a privilege that I abused at every opportunity. I would head to the outlet mall a few blocks over and order my favourite – a chocolate shake and blueberry muffin. The fact that these were the most calorific items on their entire menu had, at the time, passed me by entirely. Sometimes as I left the school gate I would cross my sister and her nerdy friends on their way to play board games in the library. “MacDonalds here I come”, I’d brag, “shall I bring you back anything sis? You know you want me to…”. She’d simply squirm, always having denied herself the pleasures of fast food, and look what good it had done her. A wasted effort - larger now than she’d ever been. A short little pudding waddling down the hall, squirming uncomfortably at the sight of her thin, pretty twin sister. She never did accept my offers, leaving me only with the same parting thought-- “You’re going to get fat!”. Then I discovered alcohol. If Mom and Dad knew quite how much I could down of an evening they’d have lost their minds, but I was subtle enough that I just about got away with it. ‘Sleepovers’ became house parties, ‘tennis practice’ became beach bonfires – I’d skip out on my training and use the time to hang out with friends and enjoy the adrenaline-pumping thrill of secretive adolescent drinking. I tried wine first (too sour) then spirits (too messy) before finally settling on beer as my beverage of choice. The comforting ‘tssst’ of the can popping open signified the start of an entertaining, if hazy, night. That said, fun as it was, I was starting to think that it was more than just the washing machine to blame for my ill-fitting wardrobe. I noticed that my once-flat belly had developed a gentle curve, and the sore feeling between my thighs was a sign of my legs starting to chafe as I walked – a worrying new phenomenon. I remember asking Mom, but she’d said it was probably just my hormones kicking off. Period bloat – god’s gift to women. I felt a lot better after that – after all, if I was getting fat I’d expect my porky mother to be able to tell. She was somewhat of an expert on the topic. I did nothing to temper my diet of junk food and beer - satisfied it was simply a passing concern. Just whispers on the wind. Once, on a cold winter night following a particularly raucous party, I bumped into my sister on my way to bed. 1 am – I’d been out drinking and she’d been up late studying. A box of cheesy fries still in hand I remember stumbling over my words. “Shhhhhh, don’t mom and wake dad *hic*”. Her wide smirk had been clear as day despite my drink-induced double-vision. She promised not to tell on me, but couldn’t resist a little nod to the greasy Styrofoam container in my hand and a snide parting comment as she left-- “You’re going to get fat!”. At the start of our Senior year, my sister and I celebrated our 18th birthday. As early September b**s we were used to being the oldest among our peers, and this final year of high school was going to be no different. The party had been characteristically lame – a few of Dad’s extended family for drinks, a video call with Mom’s parents who were still living back in Japan, and that time honoured tradition of droning out ‘happy birthday’ whilst my sister and I blew out a ** birthday cake. To be honest I was glad to get it over with. The following week we were sat around the dining table once again. “Would you like dessert today dear?” Mom asked my sister kindly as she cleared away her dinner plate. It was Summer’s end – the cool Autumn winds had started blowing in, so naturally, Dad had insisted on dusting off his barbeque one last time and cooking up a selection of the local butcher’s finest cuts. Say what you want about the man, but he knew his way around a grill. A bacon cheeseburger, 8oz ribeye steak, and a healthy portion of fries later and I was about fit to burst. The buttons on my grey linen shorts pressed painfully into my distended gut, struggling to contain it. My sister had been remarkably restrained around such culinary delights, opting instead for a solitary marinated chicken breast and a modest side salad. She’d always denied herself the pleasures of a hearty meal but recently she’d turned the dial up to eleven, insisting on a strict calorie-controlled diet that left her eating an entirely different meal to the rest of the family more often than not. This, of course, offered an even greater opportunity than usual to showcase my impeccable metabolism and gorge myself silly in her presence. “No thanks mom”, she’d replied meekly, eyes downcast. It was desperately obvious that she, in fact, did want dessert. I could practically hear her stomach rumbling from across the table. Her fingers fidgeted with a paper napkin as she tried to resist the urge to reach for a dessert. “Oh, go on then Mom, you’ve twisted my arm”, I followed up with a sarcastic sigh and cheeky wink at my sister. She screwed up her face and stuck out her tongue in reply. Mom left the room carrying a stack of dirty dishes and returned a minute or so later with a steaming tray of gooey salted caramel brownies in one hand and an extra-large tub of clotted cream in the other. The brownies wafted a warm, comforting scent of chocolate and caramel around the room which made my mouth water. She served herself and Dad a modest portion and passed the tray, which was still well over half full, to me. I disregarded Mom’s offer of a bowl with a dismissive handwave and simply pulled the entire aluminium tray onto my place-setting and began eating directly from it. The brownies had been, in a word, orgasmic. Though my stomach was already fit to burst from the barbeque I couldn’t help but shovel in spoonful after spoonful. I’d unintentionally developed a rather worrying sweet tooth over the last couple of years. What had started as light-hearted teasing at my sister’s expense had developed into an ingrained habit that I couldn’t shake even when she wasn’t around to witness me eating. A guilty and fattening pleasure that lingered even in the absence of judgmental eyes. Today though, conscious of her longing eyes boring into me, I’d played up to the spectacle. A moan here, a smacking of the lips there. Anything to prompt a reaction. I recall being well past the point of ‘comfortably full’ and pushing dangerously close to ‘one more bite and I might just barf’ territory when my spoon mercifully scraped against the bottom of the empty tray. As a bead of sweat trickled down my brow I lazily pushed it aside and snatched up the clotted cream instead. Rich and indulgent, I embraced my inner glutton and gulped it down, allowing myself to fully experience the sinful delight. In that moment, nothing else existed except for the pure indulgence and satisfaction of this guilty pleasure. “Sure you… *uurrp*… don’t want… *uuuuurp*… any sis?”, I belched breathlessly as I held the final heaped spoonful of cream aloft. “Don’t tease your sister”, Mom snapped disapprovingly, “it’s good that she’s taking care of her diet. Which is more than I can say for you young lady. I thought we’d get at least two nights out of those brownies – the box said it was enough for 6 portions!”. Wilfully ignoring Mom I placed the cream-laden spoon in my mouth, turned it over, and licked it clean without breaking eye contact with my sullen-faced twin. I discarded it in the now empty tub and cradled my heavy, aching gut in both hands, massaging it tenderly. Mom shook her head with a thinly veiled ‘what am I going to do with you?’ expression fixed on her face and began clearing away the last of the meal. She then waddled into the kitchen with Dad in tow, leaving my sister and me alone in the room. “You know that clotted cream’s like 60% fat right?”, my sister had piped up with a sly grin, breaking her first smile of the meal so far. “Powerlifters chug it down when they’re trying to bulk up. I saw it in a documentary once. They gain all this weight and then work their butts off to lose it. They get big sis – like, really big. And you’ve been drinking down two tubs a week for… well, months. If you don’t do something quickly and start to work it all off yourself then…”. She’d been about to say her normal, infuriating phrase when I felt a sudden, unexpected release of pressure around my midriff. The top button had pinged off my shorts – hitting my water glass with a loud ‘ting!’ – and a generous ** belly spilt out onto my lap. “Oooof”, I panted, equal parts embarrassed and relieved. My hands cradled my gut tenderly. I’d expected it to be rock hard, but recall being surprised at just how soft and squishy it had felt despite my overfullness. It oozed through my fingers, spreading a distance across my upper thighs. Eyes closed I sat in my chair, spent, as my sister stood from the table and plodded towards me. She bent down, gave my rounded belly a patronising pat, and whispered the conclusion to her previously interrupted thought-- “You’re going to get fat!”. A couple of weeks later Mom and Dad had jetted off for a ‘parents-only’ fortnight of sun, sand, and sea in the Caribbean, hopeful that we weren’t going to burn the house down in their absence. This meant I’d effectively been gifted a carte blanche to re-do my, albeit now slightly late, 18th birthday properly and play hostess to that most American of high-school traditions – pool parties. Well, mostly free. My sister had skulked around the place, muttering to herself about the noise, the mess - something like that. Just being her normal annoying self. She was still on the heavier side, but if I'm being truthful, maybe... not as much. She’d been taken under the wing of one of the new sports coaches at school the previous year. Something about having a ‘good strong build that’s perfect for women’s football’. I remember the morning of the party. I’d prepared everything. Kegs cooled and chips bowled. Just enough time to crack a couple of pre-party beers and slip into my bikini before my friends arrived. I’d been sitting on the edge of my bed in my underwear and, as I bent to pull them down, a thick roll of flesh spilled over the band. As I’d hunched further, a smaller roll formed above the first. I’d sprung upright like I’d seen a snake beneath my bed and spent the next couple of minutes gingerly poking and prodding at my body. Pudge where there had once been muscle, cellulite where there had once been smooth skin. When had this happened?! I had been aware that my clothes were fitting tighter lately - but between washing machine mishaps, hormones, and humidity I thought I’d had it accounted for. Evidentially not. Slipping out of my now uncomfortably tight underwear, I reluctantly pulled on my bikini – taking a generous swig of beer in between to calm my nerves. And yet, even with the alcohol coursing through my veins, the bikini was plainly too small. Far too small. My breasts bulged out of the fabric, giving a generous flash of ‘side’- and ‘under’-boob, like two ripe fruits bursting from their delicate skin. The bottoms pinched in at my hips, accentuating their flab and barely managing to cover my wide backside. Despite my best efforts to squeeze into a size 6, my body had sagged and spread beyond its limitations. It was time to acknowledge the truth… I WAS getting fat. The anxiety I had been suppressing for weeks bubbled to the surface. Was I eating too much junk food? Should I really have just gone cold turkey on tennis practice? Was my metabolism starting to slow down? I resolved that I would simply cut back a little and the pudge would be gone before the end of the year. I had the willpower. Or at least, at the time I thought I did. Despite this party was still good fun. Booze quickly eased my nerves and a ferocious game of pool volleyball, a light sunburn, a greasy pizza, a game of truth or dare, and a sloppy kiss with the class heartthrob Josh O’Callahan later and I shut the door, breathing a sigh of relief that I could shortly hit my mattress and enjoy some well-earned rest. On the way, I’d bumped into my sister. She burst out of the kitchen and nearly crashed into me. Her lips were thin with annoyance as she shouted, "Josh O'Callahan? Seriously? Josh? You do realize I've been crushing on him since like, third grade, right?" I tried to recall if she had ever mentioned this before – perhaps, long forgotten though – and was it my fault Josh fancied me and not her? The beer had certainly taken its toll on my sluggish body – I wasn’t exactly firing on all cylinders. Before I could muster a response she continued, “there’s a whole tray of brownies in the fridge. Just like Mom makes them. I baked them earlier for everyone to enjoy as dessert - a surprise for our Birthday - but I didn’t fancy offering them after I saw you and Josh…”. She trailed off as her gaze shifted down to my bloated belly, and a mischievous smirk crossed her face. "But look, you've saved room for dessert”, she said, poking my stomach with her plump finger. It bullseyed my navel and was engulfed by my soft belly blubber, disappearing into the cavernous depths of my belly button. Full to the brim with pizza and beer I belched loudly. "They're all yours now," she smiled, "do whatever you want with them”. She then retrieved her buried finger, setting my belly jiggling, and added in a sarcastic tone, “but be careful about eating too many or—" “You’re going to get fat!”. I’d like to say that I went straight to bed after this – once my sister had huffed past and up the stairs. But instead, I’d turned into the kitchen and gorged until I fell asleep at the kitchen table. Over the next few months, I tried and failed to shift the weight. I picked up my racquet for the first time in years, challenging an old club rival that I’d once beaten in the state final to a re-match. But as I lumbered around the court– wheezing and drenched in sweat – it was clear that I had become far too large to complete at my best. My heavy chest heaved as I rushed around the court, leapt into shots, and missed them by several feet each time. After only a few games, it became obvious that she wasn’t even trying. She feinted and lunged and volleyed with ease, barely breaking a sweat. Down 8 straight games, I conceded defeat and retired the racquet to the back of my wardrobe where it belonged. My diet wasn’t much better. I wanted to eat well – to snack on celery sticks and fill up on vegetables – but my body craved the fats, carbs and sugars I had trained it to expect. All those times I’d teased my sister by gobbling down unhealthy treats in front of her were coming back to bite me – hard – and I was powerless to stop it. My sister was always watching and smiling. I made a point to suck in my stomach and mind what I ate when she was around, but too often she’d catch me with my belly in full bloated pooch whilst sucking Cheeto dust off my fingers. At least she’d temporarily stopped with the “you’re going to get fat” shit, but her sideway smirks at my unhealthy eating were almost as bad. To make matters worse, she looked like she had dropped a good 40 pounds since the football season had begun. She was still big, in a manner of speaking, but where once she’d just been a short, blubbery little pudding she now looked taller and stronger. A late teen growth spurt – where for so long I’d looked down on her it was quickly becoming the other way around. On the final day of Senior year’s Spring semester, a heatwave had struck our little corner of the country. It was so hot that the school relaxed its dress code, allowing us to be comfortable in our home clothes while the A/C struggled to keep up. I donned a forgiving pair of three-quarter-length linen shorts and paired them with a thin t-shirt tucked into the waistband. Beneath was a secret I had been hiding for some time from my girlfriends at school – the heavy-duty Spanx doing their best to keep my blubber at bay. I was miserably uncomfortable as I sat in Mrs. Johnson’s third-period Algebra class (by far my worst subject) and began taking my final. The thick shapewear had thoroughly insulated my body and left it no room to breathe. Heat and anxiety-fuelled sweat beads erupted across my brow as I tried desperately to answer the first question. As I nibbled my pencil’s eraser, my free hand moved unconsciously to the security blanket of flab covering my waist. My heart raced faster still. Despite weeks of watching my diet even through the Spanx, I could tell the roll was bigger than ever! I started to pant – quietly at first, but then in increasingly deep and laboured breaths. A heavy drop of perspiration plopped atop what few notes I’d managed to scribble. I wiped it away, blurring my scribblings in a soggy graphite smear. Jennifer, my friend and former tennis doubles companion, caught my eye, her eyebrows furrowed with concern. She mouthed the words silently - “Are you okay?” - I nodded to reassure her, sending even more droplets of sweat down onto my paper. My head pounded painfully. I was flush. I was dizzy. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe… I’d woken up in the nurse’s office 10 minutes later. Josh and Jenifer had helped the teacher carry me across the hall and were now standing over me along with the matronly school nurse, with concerned looks on all their faces. “Now dear”, nurse Smith started, her tone treading a careful line between strict and sympathetic, “I understand there’s a lot of pressure to look a certain way as a young woman, but really, was the shapewear a good idea on a day like this?”. I had the sudden realisation of a light breeze blowing across my upper thighs. I looked down in horror to see that my Spanx and shorts were hanging limply on a chair in the corner of the room beside two free-standing fans pointed in my direction. As my eyes fell to my body I saw that my tightly fitting lace panties were entirely obscured by the bulging belly that blocked them from view – a pale gelatinous crest that rippled as I strained to see over it, to no avail. I could feel my thick thighs pressed up against one another on the thin medical bed I was lying on, and, with nowhere left to spread, they oozed over the bed’s outer edges in an adipose avalanche. No longer contained, my cellulite-ridden buttocks spread like warm melted butter over hot toast – evidence of my uncontrolled gluttony over the last few years. I grabbed two handfuls of belly flab and realised, with increasing horror, that I could have grabbed plenty more if only my hands were larger. I looked up, mortified, and caught Josh’s eye just before his cheeks flushed red and he looked away in embarrassment. Jennifer maintained eye contact at least, but her face was half pity and half pleasure. A touch of schadenfreude at my unbridled fattened form. I’d been allowed home early that day. Mom collected me from school about 30 minutes later – wearing a spare pair of school shorts, Spanx resigned to the bottom of my handbag. The car’s suspension groaned as it took on our combined weight. Mom’s deep brown eyes were kind and sympathetic as she tried to console me, but it was no good. There was an empty pit in my stomach that her words were doing nothing to satiate. My belly rumbled ominously – my body reminding me that I could make the hurt and the pain go away, if only temporarily, with one simple act. “Can we pull in here?”, I asked, nodding to the KFC drive-through just off the freeway up ahead. Mom looked unsure - but pulled down on the wheel nonetheless. We drifted up to the first station, and a disembodied voice crackled into life through a rusting speaker grill. “Can I take your order please?”. Mom glanced at me, hesitant. “I want…”, I replied – pausing almost as soon as the words began forming on my lips – “I want… I want the 10-piece Bargain Bucket meal and two of the Fried Apple Pies”. I blurted out the request in one hurried breath – almost stumbling over the words in my excitement. It felt liberating just to utter them aloud. To be honest about what my stomach demanded, and my inability to tell it ‘no’. Mom brushed her jet-black hair from her cherubic face and sighed. I remember watching her lick her lips nervously as she considered her next words carefully – “are you sure sweetheart? It’s just… if you keep eating like this… well--”. “You’re going to get fat!”. I hadn’t stepped on the scales in… too long to remember. It hadn’t felt necessary when I was younger. I was thin, my sister was fat. The natural order of things – unquestioned, like grass being green. But the balance of power had shifted, and I hadn’t noticed until it was far too late. That Easter break was not like those that came before. No pool parties, no beach BBQs, and not even any trips to the local mall for a spot of retail therapy. After the unimaginable embarrassment that was my algebra final, my social status had taken a severe beating. The mockery on social media had been too much to handle, so I’d simply deleted the apps and folded inwards, spending 4 weeks safely tucked away in my room – extending the normal holidays by a fortnight by claiming I was ‘too sick’ to go to school. And I ate—a lot. My bedroom became a conveyor belt of food – fast and junk. I would sit on my bed from dawn till dusk, watching TV on my laptop as I gorged myself. My stomach capacity – already fairly impressive compared to the average girl – increased enormously as I forced myself to eat past the point of feeling full. It was easier to continue eating than it was to face the world outside. Compared to my younger self I’d ballooned – every part of me filled out, stretching my skin like an overstuffed sausage about to burst its casing. My once-toned arms were now wide and sagging, a teardrop of flesh forming at my elbow every time I straightened my arm. My tits had lost any semblance of their former ‘pertness’ and sat like too engorged water balloons on my chest, supported only by the vast gut which hung deep and gelatinous over my pussy – obscuring it from view. Around the back, my hips, ass and thighs had taken the brunt of my recent weight gain. Great globular moons cratered with cellulite supported by two giant tree trunks of blubber - fertility goddesses eat your heart out. To make matters worse, my sister spent her last couple of years of high school dropping every pound that I gained. Her aggressive football training regime saw her on the pitch or at the gym every single day – a workout schedule so rigorous you’d have thought she was auditioning for an all-female remake of the film ‘300’. She’d grown another few inches too – edging ever closer to Dad’s impressive 6’3” and leaving me a full head shorter at only 5’5” – the same as Mom. She looked the pillar of strength. A far cry from the fat little waddler she’d been growing up. The night before I was due to go back for my final semester of Senior year – having been unable to continue the ruse of my mystery bedridden illness for any longer – I made the fatal mistake of spotting the weighing scales poking out from underneath the bathroom sink. I’d known, naturally, that absolutely no good could come from finally seeing the extent of my weight gain laid bare. Still, the morbidly curious part of me that revelled in my self-hatred stepped on the scale nonetheless and peered over my belly at the damage. ‘236 lbs’, its response. I knew I was fat, but… that fat? It was a good few seconds before I could compose myself enough to get dressed. I didn’t enjoy being obese. On a miserable plod back to my room I paused outside my sister’s open door. She was on her back in the centre of the room – grunting, teeth bared – in the middle of her nightly exercise routine. Damn if it didn’t look like she’d dropped a few more pounds since I’d seen her that very morning. Regardless, there was definitely more ‘ab’ than ‘flab’ in her midriff nowadays. I instinctively sucked in my hanging paunch, for all the good it had done. As I was about to turn away I spotted something that caught my eye. On her desk was a picture of me holding a tennis racquet. “Why do you have my picture on your desk?” I asked from the doorway, confused. “That’s not you,” she replied without breaking form. “That’s mom.” I hurried forward and snatched up the photo. Mom once mentioned to me she used to play tennis, but I had dismissed it. I just couldn’t envision her weeble-wobble form plodding around the court. Yet here she was. Beautiful. Tanned. Fit. Had it not been for the Duran Duran T-shirt and 1986 verso timestamp I still might have argued it was a picture of me from a few years ago. “I keep it for inspiration,” she said as she completed a final rep. Her disposition was as rosy as her cheeks. “Want to see a picture of Dad as a kid?” I didn’t answer, but that didn’t stop her from standing and pushing past me like I was taking up the entire room. She opened the drawer in her desk and, as she rummaged through, jutting out her ass. It was thick, but no longer the wide and flabby mess it had once been. She looked… hot. She then spun around wearing a broad grin. “Here.” Extended in her hand was a Polaroid picture of a fat, acne-riddled boy with a bowl haircut. His belly hung over his belt so much a sliver of flesh was visible beneath his untucked blue IZOD. I took the photo from my Sister and flipped it over. 1986. She looked over my shoulder as I gawked. How had she gotten so tall? “Mom gave these to me a few years ago when I was feeling down,” she said. “She told me—‘just because things are a certain way now, doesn’t mean that’s how they’ll always be.’” I turned, dumbfounded, and flipped back to the picture of Mom. Thin, like I had used to be, but now… My sister clapped me on the shoulder jovially. “Now you get it sis. You were right all along – we are just like our parents”. She patted me on the soft underside of my belly with her free hand. The movement sent my middle jiggling ferociously, her finger tickling gently at my adipose as if to highlight the extent of my obesity with the movement of every digit. “It’s just… you’ve always been more like Mom than Dad”. The realisation hit like a truck. My slow descent into morbid obesity – a mirror of mom’s when she’d been my age, and a warning of what was still yet to come. I passed her back the photos and hurried out of the room, hyper-aware of my large globular ass-cheeks slapping together as I did. “I tried to warn you, remember?” she called after me with a giggle- “You’re going to get fat!”. The final semester of high school had been, without question, the worst of my academic life to date. Sure enough, the tale of my embarrassing fainting episode had done the rounds of the school by the time we’d returned. When combined with my significant weight gain it had been enough for my old friends to finally turn their backs on me, lest they be tainted by my newfound ‘uncoolness’. I didn’t particularly want to talk to anyone anyway - school had become a daily punishment to be suffered through, and suffering in silence seemed to make the day pass just that little bit faster. Even so, I recall being conscious of my size every second of the day. The way my ass filled out the entirety of the chairs in lessons and the excess adipose that bulged between the arms. The way my body wobbled as I lumbered down the hall towards my locker. The way that beads of sweat would adorn my brow as I arrived late to the next class, struggling to catch my breath. The way the dinner ladies would give me disapproving or pitiful looks as I asked for larger portions of whatever junk food graced my plate each lunchtime. The way that haunting pictures of ‘fit’ me winning tennis trophies from years ago still adorned the hall leading up to the gymnasium, or the time that someone had scrawled ‘fatass’ underneath one of them that was still visible despite the school’s best efforts to remove. I could go on. Most galling, however, had been the fact that my sister’s social status had breached the lower atmosphere and would shortly break its earthly bindings and blast out into space. She’d helped the girl’s football team reach the state finals that year. They’d have lost were it not for her one-woman rampage in the dying breaths of the game that scored the winning touchdown. Half the school had been there, chanting her name as the final whistle blew. A body-snatcher, she’d somehow usurped my life and was proudly wearing my skin as she strutted the school’s ageing halls. Her shiny new sporting accomplishments had forced my dusty old ones to the back of the school’s trophy cabinet. She made friends with my old friends and was invited to their parties, shared their booze, and laughed at their jokes. The results of Spring finals showed that her grades were as good as mine used to be, and mine as bad as hers. She’d stolen my crown and had somehow become the school’s new queen bee. Only… she hadn’t really stolen anything. My hubris had caught up with me, and her willpower had propelled her. I knew this deep down, though at the time wasn’t willing to admit it. The nail in the coffin of my Senior Year had occurred at the end of the final term. After a weekend of pure unadulterated gluttony, I’d waddled into school stretching the seams of my sweatpants to limits as yet unseen. The week prior I had finally broken past the 260 pound milestone and to commiserate I had drowned myself in a sea of desserts from the local bakery. It was drug addiction awareness day and the school had organised a speaker to come in during the last period to give a talk about, well, not doing drugs. I hadn’t been listening if truth be told - too busy sat at the very back of the hall munching on a jumbo bag of Reese’s Pieces that I had snuck in under my jumper. It was a surprise when the applause started and everyone began to get up to leave. I recall pushing down on the arms of the chair and expecting to heave my bloated body to a standing position, but instead, I found myself still plopped on the seat, unmoved. I tried again, then again, and again, but to no avail. “Oh my god, she’s stuck”, one of the girls nearby giggled after a minute or so of failed attempts. Dread washed over me like a cold shower. More people turned and gawped, as I tried and failed once again to extricate my gargantuan asscheeks from their fleshy prison. “Nice job fatty”, a disembodied voice called from somewhere behind me, “maybe lay off the triple cheeseburgers next time”. The room erupted in laughter - loud and cruel. One of the teachers recognised my plight and tried to assist, but it was no good - I was well and truly stuck. By now the crowd had swelled to what felt like more people than had been there for the presentation in the first place. Come to gawp at the former fit girl’s humiliation for letting herself go so spectacularly. I caught the eye of my old friend Jen in the crowd, hanging on Josh’s arm - the pair having recently announced they were ‘going steady’. I tried to signal her to come to my aid, but she hadn’t moved, instead simply turning to her man candy and drawling “can you believe we used to hang out with that pig?”. Just as tears of embarrassment and frustration started to form I spotted a hulking figure making their way through the throng. My sister had pushed her way to the front of the crowd. Dressed in her football kit and caked in a mixture of mud and sweat. She took a few more steps forward until I was craning my neck to stare up at her strong jaw. “What are we going to do with you sis?”, she asked, shaking her head, “I’ll be honest, at first I was quite enjoying your well-deserved weight gain, but this… this is just sad”. A curt nod to the empty packet of Reese’s Pieces on the floor - I winced, feeling the sting of the jibe. “Well… are you going to help me or not?”, I snapped back more harshly than I’d intended. The stress of my gawping peers not helping. She smiled, “as you wish”, and before I could react she’d braced a foot against the chair’s seat, grabbed my wrists, and kicked off hard. The force was enough to push my bulging love handles past the chair’s arms and free me from my plight, but not before the chair had its last laugh. I heard the sound of tearing fabric just before I felt the cool breeze across my ass. The sound of the chair clattering to the floor was drowned out by the gasps, whoops, and laughter that had erupted across the room. I remember groping desperately at my behind and feeling the cool touch of skin on skin. The bumpy cellulite-ridden globes that were my buttocks bare for all the world to see - burst out of the sweatpants that had grown too small to contain them. I started to cry and turned to waddle off to the bathroom when a strong hand gripped my thick wrist. My sister pulled me in effortlessly - her strength equal parts concerning and impressive. Then she grabbed a handful of my bare booty flesh and squeezed hard - the fat oozing between her fingers. She let it fall with a wobble and then gave it a light slap, setting my wide, sagging ass jiggling ferociously. “You’ve really let yourself go, haven’t you piggy?… I warned you what would happen if you kept eating like a hog--“. “You’re going to get fat!”. A quick call to Mom later and for the second time I was being driven home in a spare pair of school shorts. She had tried to console me, but it was no use - I’d phoned in sick and seen out the rest of term in my bedroom, buried under the weight of my shame… and blubber. Still, at least high school was finally over. Though my dreams of attending a prestigious Ivy League college had died when my grades started to turn south a couple of years ago, I’d nevertheless scraped together the SAT Score necessary to attend a little-known college out of state. Frankly, I’d have left to join the circus if it meant getting away from all the prying eyes around my small suburban town, where everyone knew everyone. My sister, of course, was looking forward to a highly coveted sports scholarship at Princeton—every overbearing Asian parent’s wet dream. At least Mom was now Americanised enough not to completely fetishise it as the rest of her family had done upon hearing the news. By summer’s end, I’d stress-eaten my way into the next dress size up, so sporting the only pair of shorts that (just about) still fit, I stuffed dad’s car to the brim with my luggage and the two of us made our way across state lines for the next step of my academic career. The journey was nice. I’d never really had that much one-on-one time with Dad - my sister and I always shared his attention- so it had been a pleasant change to have him all to myself. We talked, sang, attempted to recall all 50 states from memory in alphabetical order, and generally drank in each other’s company. After a long day’s driving, we booked a stopover in some backwater town, and after checking in, we hit the only restaurant within walking distance. ‘Big Joe’s Grill’ wouldn’t be winning a Michelin star anytime soon, but ‘beggars, choosers’ as the saying goes. I felt slightly sheepish ordering a second helping of baby back ribs, but Dad had just smiled warmly in a way that said ‘go ahead’, so I did it anyway. He’d always been kind like that. A starter, two mains, a large dessert, and four beers later and the pressure of my bloated belly pressing against the waistband of my too-small shorts had reached a point of no return. “I’m sorry Dad”, I’d whimpered, before reaching down and flicking the top button open. Instant relief - a tsunami of belly butter poured out onto my lap and forced open each of the smaller buttons below with a satisfying ‘ping’. “Uugghh”, I’d groaned, practically orgasmic from the release of pressure, hands gently massaging my enormous gut whilst simultaneously dying of embarrassment at my public display of gluttony. “Oh honey, what are we going to do with you?”, dad smiled kindly. He then paused, thoughtful. “You know sometimes you remind me a great deal of your mother”. “Because I’m hopelessly fat?”, I frowned. “No… well, yes, maybe a little, but that’s not what I meant. Your mom also struggled with her self-confidence. Not as comfortable in her own skin when… well, when she started putting on a few pounds. But I think she’s as beautiful now as the day we met. She’s perfect just the way she is. Same as you are honey”. Dad stumbled over the words a little - as he was known to - but the sentiment had hit home hard enough. I welled up - touched by Dad’s surprisingly tender words. He wasn’t known for his Churchillian oration, but on this occasion, he outdid himself. He took my pudgy hand and squeezed it tight. For a brief moment the spectacle of my bulging belly spilling out of my shorts - my morbid obesity exposed for the rest of the diners to gawp at - was but a distant memory. Dad chuckled to himself and continued, “it’s like I told your mother when she moved here all those years ago. Everything’s bigger over here. You just have to accept—“. “You’re going to get fat!”. I’d settled into college life quickly enough. With the horrors of high school firmly in the rearview mirror and my sister at the end of the phone rather than the end of the upstairs hall, everything seemed a lot less intense than it once had. The non-stop drinking and partying had certainly helped of course - I barely had a dry day in my first couple of months. Attending classes had been… an ancillary concern if truth be told. I would later find out my attendance record was dangerously close to single digits in that first semester. Of greatest relief was the fresh start I had been gifted to carve out a new social identity. I was no longer ‘that girl who gained over 150 pounds and got very fat’ and was instead simply ‘that very fat girl’, which though nowhere near the ‘tennis pro, good-looking, queen-bee’ status I had enjoyed a few years ago was nevertheless a marked improvement. I made new friends with a crowd I wouldn’t have given a second look at when I was growing up. We were a slightly motley crew of sorority house rejects who all shared a defining physical characteristic… we were the resident big girls on campus. If you’d asked me before I arrived at college I’d have balked at the thought - but in reality, spending my days around similarly plump women had been very liberating. I hadn’t needed to worry about how much I was eating, whether my clothes were looking too tight, or whether I would stand out in the crowd. It’s true what they say - there was indeed safety in numbers. We were six in all - though likely weighed about as much as fifteen of the skinny bitches that strutted around campus with yoga mats under their arms, iced coffee in their hands, and Onlyfans accounts on their phones. Our weights ranged from a positively plump 250 or so all the way up to a portly 350 plus. I was somewhere in the middle of the pack. When we weren’t drinking and dancing late into the night we were enjoying our other favourite pastime. Eating. The in-dorm kitchen had never known such enthusiastic diners, to the extent that it needed to implement a hasty ‘no second helpings’ rule just two weeks into the start of term lest it run out of food early every day. No matter - we simply supplemented the dorm’s meals with an unhealthy selection of takeouts, quickly getting on first-name terms with our local Uber Eats drivers. For breakfast, we would order stacks of syrup-laden waffles, for mid-afternoon snack on a pizza, burger or other greasy fare, after a hearty dinner perhaps snuffle down a doughnut or two, and when we needed a break from the club on a sweaty night out a trusty styrofoam carton of cheesy-fries was never far from hand. Leaning into my gluttony rather than shying away from it had been difficult at first, but soon enough it became second nature. We would trade tips on beating ‘chub-rub’, give each other recommendations on the best local eateries we ‘simply had to try on our next girls' day out’, share clothes we’d outgrown, and regularly affirm one another’s beauty despite our size. For the first time in a long time, I felt pretty. One Friday night towards the end of the first semester we were out in the local town hitting up a strip of cheap and cheerful college bars. Five beers down it was getting hard to think straight, but thankfully one of the girls waddled back to our table after a suspiciously long absence holding two bags laden with fried chicken to help line our stomachs. “Mmmmm, this is better than sex”, Brittany moaned as she licked a drop of grease from her lips. The group giggled - “like you’d know Britt”, Lucy had jibed in return. Brittany gesticulated with her a half-eaten drumstick, “I’ll have you know I’m getting plenty thank you very much. Remember that ‘handsy’ guy who I was dancing with at Roxie’s last Tuesday?”. Lucy nodded eagerly. “Well let’s just say we both got plenty ‘handsy’ that night back at his place…”. More giggles and I’d snorted loud enough to attract the attention of the table. “Speaking of which, when are you going to get some action babe?”, Lucy asked looking at me, her eyes bright and mischievous, “you’re one of those disgustingly beautiful mixed-race people and somehow I still haven’t heard any banging through your bedroom wall”. I blushed, deciding to take another mouthful of fried chicken rather than respond. Sure, I’d had a couple of messy kisses on the dance floor, but a few months into my college career I remained as stubbornly a virgin as I had for the previous 19 years or so. Confidence around fellow beached whales was one thing. Confidence within the shark-infested dating pool was another entirely. Charlotte, the largest at the table, piped up. “Well… I might just know a guy who would be pretty interested in some wall-banging action. He tried to court me for a while before I broke the news that I drive on the other side of the road” - she winked, a lentil-eating lesbian through and through - “but I know if I sent him your picture he’d be up for a date. He’s… ummmmm… well let’s just say he’s into fat girls. Really fat girls”. She held her arms wide, cradling an invisible belly even larger than her own. “Well if anyone’s got the potential it’s you babe”, Lucy grinned playfully, “quite the appetite after all”. She nodded towards the entire bucket of chicken I’d just absentmindedly polished off by myself, a testament to my insatiable appetite. Each of us could eat more than our fair share - but my appetite had always been the most insatiable. Though not the fattest of the group - yet - I was fast on my way to gaining the title. My weight had continued to climb since I stepped foot on campus and pounds crept onto my body with every passing day. Hand greasy and stomach bulging under my shirt, I considered for a moment. “Yeah go on then”, I said finally, pulling another of the buckets towards me and plucking out a greasy drumstick, “you can give him my details”. Charlotte nodded with a smile as Lucy clapped her hands together with barely contained glee. “Good, he was quite hot, to be honest”, Charlotte continued, a mischievous gleam in her eye, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you about his, errr… predilections. This is only going one way, babe”. She leaned over and jiggled my belly playfully. “You’re going to get fat!”. “-ter”, Lucy had finished off to guffaws of laughter, myself included. We drank and ate, then drank some more - well into the early hours of the following morning. The hangover was dire, as expected, though made a little brighter by the fact that Charlotte’s mystery man - Ben - had Snapchatted me early in the morning. He was indeed a good-looking chap - reasonably tall, fit, and with a shock of wavy blonde hair. I awoke to the offer of a date. I graciously accepted and we met the next day for coffee. Coffee became lunch, lunch became dinner, dinner became drinks, and soon enough we’d spent the entire day together and were stumbling home near midnight, arm in arm. He insisted on walking me home ‘the scenic route’, which I soon understood to actually mean ‘the route that passes that dessert shop that’s open late’. He wasn’t particularly pushy about it, but I could tell he was hoping I’d ask to stop in. Maybe if we’d had one less round of beers I’d have held firm - but my inhibitions were dulled by the night’s alcoholic beverages and I decided that given I quite fancied seeing him again I would put on a show, just this once. This was just the fat girl equivalent of flashing your eyelashes, right? “Any chance I could grab something for the road?”, I asked sweetly. A porky finger pointed at the shining beacon of the neon ‘Just Desserts’ sign up ahead. He hadn’t needed convincing. I remember the smell of the place as we’d entered - rich and sweet - and wondering if I was seeing double or whether there were just that many baked goods crowding the shop’s busy countertop. I waddled up to the cash register and (ever so slightly) slurred at the girl standing behind it, “what would you recommend?”. A plump little thing, she certainly looked like she’d sampled a few too many of the store’s treats. “Ummm, well the velvet cake is to die for”, she considered, “but the double fudge brownie is also delicious”. A lick of her lips - she’d definitely been dipping her hand into the company cookie jar recently. “Great, I’ll have both”, I smiled back, taking Ben’s sharp intake of breath as a sign that I’d probably made the correct choice. “And why don’t you serve a couple of portions for yourself as well?”. The plump girl didn’t need telling twice - ringing up the four slices and already greedily munching away as we turned to find a table, her free hand lazily resting on her protruding gut. Even through the drunken haze, I was able to see Ben’s erection threatening to burst out of his jeans. I wasn’t the only one waddling across the shop that evening. We sat down at an empty table and I made a show of sniffing each dessert in turn before moaning, “mmmmmm, which should I start with?”. Ben gulped - he didn’t mind - so I settled on the velvet cake. It was good, really good, and I was licking my lips clean less than a minute later. “That barely touched the sides”, Ben joked breathlessly. Though my elevated blood alcohol level probably had something to do with it, I was feeling sexy for the first time in a long time. “Oh, too fast? Well I’ll take this one a little slower then…”. The next 5 minutes were what could generously be described as sensual and perhaps more honestly described as soft-core pornography. I nibbled, licked, and groaned my way through the brownie in an extended display of gluttony, making a conscious effort to rub the belly bulging through my dress as I did so. By the end, Ben looked as though his head might explode. If she’d been listening then Lucy would have heard a great deal of headboard banging through my bedroom wall that night. Ben was as greedy in bed as I’d been at the dessert shop. His hands had groped and squeezed and slapped at every pound that jiggled on my elephantine body. Charlotte’s heads up about his ‘predilections’ had been pretty on the mark so far, and though part of me still found it strange that anyone could honestly find my fattened form even remotely attractive, I wasn’t about to turn down the attention. If anything in my drunken fog I played up to it. “Mmmmm, do you like my body? Do you like how big I am? If we keep this up then what’s going to happen to me?”, I whispered in his ear in between thrusts. It was too much for the poor man to handle. As he climaxed - a little early if truth be told - he grabbed two handfuls of my love-handle blubber and cried— “You’re going to get fat!”. We’d been thoroughly red-faced when we realised that the entire corridor had probably heard. Lucy confirmed as much over breakfast the next morning with her sniggering. The remainder of my first academic year had been split broadly between studying, partying, and spending time with Ben. I’d finally pulled my finger out and attended just enough lectures to scrape a pass at the end of the year, the girls and I still drank our weight in beer each week on the strip, and importantly I’d progressed my relationship with Ben from passionate one-night stand to ‘officially dating’. Unsurprisingly the impact on my waistline from these last two activities had been severe. It’s said that the scales don’t lie, in which case their honest response of 339 pounds on the final day of term had been a little difficult to accept at first, but Ben’s encouragement had certainly helped. Our ‘weigh-ins’ were the highlight of his week, and were more often than not followed by a passionate exchange to celebrate the slow ticking up of the numbers on the digital display. Unfortunately, our parents lived on opposite sides of the country, so at the end of the semester when we were finally booted out of halls we said our tearful goodbyes for the summer and then went our separate ways. We resolved to ensure that we ‘met the parents’ at some point next year so we could spend the following summer vacationing at one another’s houses. Once we parted ways I hailed a cab to the local airport to catch a short flight home for Mom’s birthday party that evening. You were only 50 once after all, and she’d invited the great and good of our family and friends to celebrate it with. I could hardly miss it. What I hadn’t factored into my timings was the mad rush of students heading home for summer that had snarled up the freeway. With a bit of luck, I managed to make the flight just before boarding closed. The day was looking up. Until it wasn’t. “We’re sorry ma’am but your suitcase seems to have got on the wrong flight. It appears to be on its way to…”, the fake-tanned passenger assistant said in a drone that did nothing to hide her indifference, “…Venezuela”. A heated debate, formal complaint, $500 compensation, and the promise of my bag couriered to me by tomorrow afternoon later and I was finally in an Uber on the way to Mom’s party. It was just a shame that the comfy pink Juicy Couture tracksuit I’d donned for the plane wasn’t exactly in keeping with the required ‘smart-casual’ dress code. Mom greeted me at the door. Her long dark hair framed an ageing but beautiful face, which remained as full and plump as ever despite the wrinkles beginning to show at the corners of her eyes. She’d squeezed herself into a light floral dress that hugged her enormous body, leaving relatively little to the imagination. Thick pillowy arms bulged and sagged under gravity’s pull, and her rounded gut looked like the Japanese mochi desserts that she so enjoyed of an evening. Her ham-hock legs, thick and sturdy, bulged out from beneath a hemline that seemed to ride a little too high for someone of her age. But then again, with the word ‘JUCY’ stretched dangerously wide across my ample rear end who was I to judge? Our embrace – the first in many months – had been tender. We sank into each other’s wobbling bodies. As I tried and failed to wrap my arms around her vast frame, it struck me that her hands could also no longer fit around my own much larger body as they’d used to. “…So I’ll just head out to the store and grab something to wear before everyone gets here”, I concluded, having spent the last couple of minutes filling the family in on my morning misfortunes. Mom's expression shifted to one of concern as she nervously glanced at her watch. “I’m not sure honey – people will be arriving any minute. Can’t you just make do with some of the dresses you left behind when you went off to college?”. I felt my cheeks glow as I mumbled, "they won’t fit anymore”. “I know”, my sister had chimed in happily, “I think I still have some of my fat – sorry – old clothes knocking around at the back of my wardrobe. Why don’t we go and see what fits?”. Her smirk indicated that the slip of the tongue had been very much intentional. “It’s settled then”, Mom concluded with a clap of her pudgy hands, “but please do try to play nice today girls. For me”. We nodded in silent agreement and made our way up to my sister’s room. I couldn’t help but admire her ass as I followed her up the stairs. Her body was lean and muscular – the baby fat I’d once teased her about having all but melted away, leaving behind a strikingly beautiful woman in its place. My eyes were drawn against my better judgement to the gentle sway of her well-proportioned hips and the generous curve of her bottom which creased in just the right way with every step. It was a temptation I knew I couldn't indulge in, but in that moment my eyes were fixed to her bottom as if pulled by an irresistible force. When we reached the top of the stairs she paused and turned to face me, her dark black hair falling over her shoulders and eyes sparkling with amusement. "What are you staring at?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment once more and quickly averted my gaze. "Oh come on now, don't be shy," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement, "I know you were admiring my ass. After all, I used to do the same to you when we were younger. How times have changed – eh?”. I pushed past her huffily, not rising to the bait. “And there it is in all its glory”, she called after me as I made my way across the upstairs landing, “but now there’s so much more of it to admire”. The faint scent of sweat hung in the air as I crossed the threshold into my sister’s bedroom. It was clear she had been exercising here earlier in the morning – doubtless part of her rigorous college football training regime, which continued unabated over her summer break. The room was, frankly, a mess, scattered with discarded free weights and soiled Sweaty Betty workout clothes. A copy of 'Strong' female fitness magazine, with its glossy cover displaying an impossibly toned woman, rested on the bedside table, accompanied by an aggressively large tub of protein powder and a used shaker. It was a shrine to physical perfection, a testament to the lengths my sister had gone to lose weight, and a far cry from the discarded pizza boxes and ice cream tubs that had decorated my dorm for the past year. “Now if I remembered correctly then they should be just about… here!”. She spun around triumphantly holding a modest pile of clothes. I vaguely remembered some of them from our school days. Though only a few years it already seemed like a lifetime ago. I accepted them begrudgingly and trailed across the hall into my room, shutting the door behind me. With a growing sense of dread about what might be about to transpire, I began trying on the clothes one by one. The first – a delicate floral dress – clung to my body and refused to edge past my generous bosom. The second – a short bodycon dress with a zipper up the front – strained at the seams as I tried and failed to get it to close around my hanging paunch. The third – a lace-trimmed blouse – was so tight around my upper arms that my fingers were starting to turn purple by the time I finally prised it off. As I gingerly stepped into the final item – a pair of white-washed jeans – a faint glimmer of optimism fluttered in my chest. Though uncomfortably tight and demanding that I suck in my stomach for the remainder of the afternoon, I managed to somehow wrestle the button closed. Just as I was congratulating myself on a job well done, my sister, ignoring the unspoken sanctity of the closed bedroom door, barged into my room. The unexpected intrusion, made worse by the fact that I was still wearing only a sports bra on my top half, was enough to cause me to exhale in surprise. ‘Ping’ – the top button of the jeans ricocheted across the room, hitting the mirror opposite before clattering onto the hardwood floor, and my belly cascaded out the flies in a blubbery tsunami. Quick as a flash my sister moved behind me, her muscular arms wrapping around my overflowing muffin top, and cradled my vast doughy gut in a firm yet tender embrace. She bounced it up and down in her arms, her biceps flexing visibly under the weight. A playful smirk crossed her face. "Maybe it's time you put down that spoon and picked up a dumbbell or two sis", she teased, her words dripping with condescension, “or perhaps just pumping this big old belly up and down a few times a day could do the trick – it’s quite the workout, I must say!". She pretended to pant and released her grip, letting my gut fall with a jiggly thud. "Too big for even my largest clothes," she scolded, "you must have been a greedy piggy at college – gaining the Freshman 50 is no joke”. She regarded me pitifully as I stood in glum and stony silence. “Oh go on then, squeeze those cottage cheese thighs out of my pants. Luckily for you I think I’ve just thought of the perfect solution to your predicament…”. “So you decided to put on one of my dresses then dear?”, Mom asked kindly as I waddled into the living room wearing one of her tent-like garments. My sister shot a side-eyed smirk at me. “Yes Mother”, I choked through gritted teeth, painfully aware that I’d officially gorged myself fatter than my sister had been at her heaviest and was well on my way to catching up Mom too. A hand – my sister’s – unexpectedly plucked at the cotton around my waist and stretched it out, examining it thoughtfully. “You know, I think the two of you could start sharing your wardrobes soon. You’re basically the same size nowadays. It's adorable - a lovely way for a mother and daughter to bond. I’m absolutely green with envy”. “Yes that sounds lovely dear”, Mom absentmindedly agreed as she plumped the sofa cushions in preparation for her guests' imminent arrival. My sister leaned in and whispered out of earshot, “you know what they say, people who share clothes also share waistlines. Just wait until you outgrow Mom too. Because if there's one thing we can count on sis, it's that—" “You’re going to get fat!”. The party itself had been predictably middle-aged and tedious, but the rest of the summer break had been pretty good all things considered. I’d spoken to Ben almost every day – the best we could do given the distance between us. It wasn’t ideal but at least it was only temporary. And the regular video calls kept us connected in more ways than one. Our chats quickly turned steamy – I would sneak food up to my room and stuff myself silly for his viewing pleasure. It may not have been ideal, but it was enough to keep the embers of our relationship burning bright and hot. For the remainder of my time at home, I did what came naturally - lounging around the house and gathering mass. It got so bad that Mom threatened to make me get a part-time job next summer lest I carry out a repeat performance. Towards the end of the holidays, I’d taken a month-long inter-railing vacation around Europe with my college girls. It had certainly been an experience. Six American girls weighing in at around 2 tonnes waddling around quaint Centuries-old villages. We stood out like a sore thumb - but we didn’t care. We were having too much fun. With neither fitness nor culture being our strongest attributes we limited activities to only the truly unmissable sights in each place, instead opting to fully immerse ourselves in the local cuisine. Whether Italian thin-crust pizzas, Spanish paella, or British fish and chips, we gorged our way across the continent - whetting our appetite at a smorgasbord of bars, pubs and clubs in between. “Uggghhhh, too full”, Charlotte moaned on the final day of the trip. She lay flat on the sofa, shorts unbuttoned and gut bulging through her flies. We’d recently returned from a sizeable celebratory / commiseratory lunch to make the end of the trip and she’d looked in need of a good long hibernation to work off the meal. “Come on fatass”, Lucy joked, giving Charlotte’s belly a playful poke, “let’s see what the damage is”. Charlotte moaned louder still but with great effort managed to heave herself up and waddle towards the scales in the centre of the room, around which the other five of us stood expectantly. On the first day of the holiday, we’d had a group weigh-in, intending to check again on the final day to see how impactful the vacation had been on our dress sizes. The other girls weren’t into the sort of weight gain fetish stuff that Ben was, but they also didn’t shy away from the reality of the numbers on the scale. It was more about morbid curiosity than it was anything else. The scales creaked ominously as Charlotte stood on them. She looked quite the spectacle - ass entirely filling out her too-small shorts and a hefty spare tyre bursting out of the front of them. The scales read out her weight in an impassionate computerised voice - “weight - three hundred and fifty-seven pounds”. The group whooped and hollered as Lucy inspected the notes on her phone. “That’s a gain of… 11 pounds”, she grinned, “damn girl you’re going to need a whole new wardrobe when you get home”. Charlotte simply groaned and stumbled off the scales. She roughly forced off her shorts and waddled back towards the comfort of the bed. Her globular cheeks munched greedily on her lace panties with every laboured step until they had utterly devoured them. Her entire body shook violently as she collapsed back onto the mattress with a thud. “So, just you left babe”, Lucy nodded at me and then the scales, “chop chop”. Charlotte’s gain was the most of any of the girls so far, though they’d all put on at least some weight during the trip. Jen’s bust, for example, had ballooned so much that she’d outgrown all of her bras and had decided to take the last few days of the trip ‘au naturel” instead - her ponderous melons wobbling with every step had the eyes of the local teenage boys glued like moths to a flame. I had a sneaking suspicion, however, that my gain was about to steal the gold medal from right underneath Charlotte’s nose. I was right. “Weight - three hundred and sixty-two pounds”, the scale announced. Shocked faces turned to broad grins and finally fits of laughter. “Oh my god” - Lucy scratched her head in disbelief - “that’s 15 pounds. In four weeks! You’re officially the group’s chief fatass now!”. From the bed, Charlotte raised her head slightly, doffed an invisible gap in my direction, and collapsed back onto the mattress with another laboured groan. To be honest I wasn’t surprised. I’d felt the growing tightness of my clothes, the way my ass filled out the train seats entirely and had begun spilling over into the one next door, and how large and heavy I felt when doing even the least strenuous of daily tasks. Lucy pinched my upper arm flab and gave it a playful wobble. “I can’t wait to see Ben’s face when he picks you up. I think he’ll probably just cum in his pants there and then”. Vulgar, but not entirely incorrect. I had to help him hide his throbbing erection as we’d waddled through the airport together, and a brief but sticky handjob when we finally got to the car was necessary to relieve his aching blue balls. “I guess this is a lesson for all the ladies out there”, Britt righty concluded, “if you go on holiday with a bunch of big girls—“. “You’re going to get fat!”. My second year at college had been similar to the first - perhaps a tiny bit more studying and a smidge less drinking, but overall a largely repeat performance. Ben and I were going strong. I’d spent both the Winter and Easter break with him at his family home. At Christmas, his family had been particularly welcoming and I’d appreciated the real effort they’d made to include me in their quirky traditions. For example, I didn’t have my own pair of ‘bright pink Christmas-morning socks’ before I arrived, but I left with a pair that I’d been told were good for re-entry next year should I wish. The only slight dampener on the otherwise pleasant trip had come on Christmas Eve when the men were outside collecting firewood and Ben’s mother and older sister were showing me some of the old family photo albums. I’d enjoyed seeing baby Ben in the bath or dressed as a Christmas elf in the school nativity, but I hadn’t been prepared for the appearance of an old girlfriend from his high school days. She’d hardly been a supermodel to begin with, but with each passing picture, the girl got fatter and fatter - by the final picture she looked to be pushing 500 pounds on a good day. “Oh god - Ruby”, Ben’s sister sighed as she thumbed at the ex-flame, “poor girl - absolutely ballooned in the time that we knew her. Was a big wobbling fatty by the time she and Ben broke up. Even bigger now from what I’ve heard. Not… er… not that there’s anything inherently wrong with that”, she finished awkwardly with an obvious side glance at my vast body, which had only continued to grow this academic year. I brushed it off with a smile but stored the memory of Ben’s enormous ex for safekeeping. Still, it had been a great year, and though the college girls and I hadn’t planned a vacation for the summer break this year – as we were all exceptionally poor at the moment - we’d organised a couple of meet-ups to keep up to date on each other’s gossip. Instead, I packed my luggage into Ben’s car for the long drive back to my family home. He was coming to stay for a couple of weeks at the start of summer break – my parents having been surprisingly relaxed about the idea once I’d finally plucked up the courage to ask. We set off at the crack of dawn and arrived in the early hours of the following day. Exhausted, we didn’t emerge from my bedroom until well after midday. “So this is the man I’ve been hearing so much about”, Mom smiled as we walked into the kitchen. She was standing behind the kitchen island preparing a hearty breakfast of pancakes, muffins, waffles, and fried goodness, looking even fatter than the last time I had seen her. Perhaps food had been filling the void left by her b**s flying the nest? Her hips now bugled out so far that she’d soon have to turn sideways to squeeze through doorframes. Every inch of her wobbled with the slightest movement. Introductions had been made between boyfriend and mother. Ben blushed as Mom went in for a hug - he side-eyed me awkwardly, knowing that I knew he’d find Mom’s body appealing whilst trying his best to show he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. I just giggled and watched him squirm in her soft, blubbery embrace. Dad joined us a few minutes later and we’d tucked in. Mom and I polishing off the lion’s share of the meal as the boys looked on. “You’d better get used to eating the scraps” Dad teased, jabbing Ben in the side with his elbow, “it’s how I’ve managed to stay in such good shape all these years”. An eye roll from Mom and a wink from Dad. Ben just turned purple and focused intently on the piece of waffle speared on his fork. We were sitting by the pool later that afternoon when my sister finally arrived, straight from a gruelling workout. Wearing a bikini that left relatively little to the imagination she ducked out of the back door and wandered over. She was still every part the Amazonian goddess - dark black hair cascading over broad shoulders, bulging muscles, and an impressive 6’3” frame. Her jawline was now so well defined it looked like it could cut glass. She was still a little thick overall - football demanded a bit of weight behind her tackles - so there was no shortage of wiggle in her thighs as she neared our loungers. “I mean, know you said she was big, but I didn’t think you meant…”, Ben whispered as she approached. “Hey there sis”, she smiled, “and you must be Ben?”. Ben gulped, nodded and stood to shake her hand. He was no slouch at 5’11” and reasonably fit, but I’d still fancy my sister in a fight if things kicked off. “I… errr…”, Ben stuttered, but he was saved by Mom calling from the patio doors - “Ben darling your phone is ringing - it looks like it’s your parents. You have told them that you got here safe and sound, haven’t you?”. He smacked his forehead in an exaggerated ’doh’ and hurried off up the garden. My sister and I shared general pleasantries for a few minutes before she glanced up at the house and said “so - he’s cute. A tad shy maybe, but I guess ‘meeting the family’ is always a little stressful”. She then leaned close and gave my meaty hip a wobble, “I see some things haven’t changed though. Unlimited buffet in your dorms I assume?”. “None of your business thanks very much”, I replied grumpily. That hadn’t taken long. The festering resentment at my size-related jokes and jibes when we had been little was clearly still an open wound for her then. “Besides why do you care so much about my weight? No offence sis but you seem a little… obsessed. Living vicariously through my diet as you count the grams of protein in every meal?”. She scoffed - “Hardly. I’m just worried about you sis. You’ve gone from such a skinny little thing to such a big fat porker in only a few years” - a rough jiggle of my gut to emphasise the point - “I just can’t bear the idea that you’re at college and your fat ass is bursting out of more pairs of sweatpants without me there to help”. I remember the words ‘smug bitch’ forming on the tip of my tongue, but just before we descended into a full-blown argument Ben had returned holding three large Magnum ice creams. “Your mom insisted that I bring these down”, he explained on approach. He handed one to me, which I’d accepted, obviously, and attempted to give the other to my sister. “My body is a temple thank you very much”. There was a dull thud as her fist thumped into her abs. “I was a little podgy when we were younger and my dear sister never let me forget it. Of course karma sorted that one out as we got older”. Ben shrugged off the snide remark and passed me a second ice cream instead. I was certain I could see the hint of a bulge in his swim shorts as he did so. The idea that my boyfriend was secretly getting off on my displays of gluttony and my sister’s mean-spirited teasing was too tempting to pass. I began messily chowing down - double dipping between the ice creams in each hand. My sister laughed. “Careful, I’m sure you’ve seen our mom waddling about the house. You know that these things run in the family, right? If you keep feeding my big sister like that then only one thing is going to happen”. She’d looked me in the eye as she poked a finger playfully into my gut— “You’re going to get fat!”. Unfortunately, a couple of days later Mom had reminded me of her threat from last year - that I needed to get a job over the holidays. Neither protesting nor procrastinating seemed like it would do much good, so I’d dusted off my CV and fired it around the local mall. One offer came back - I’d accepted. The main benefit of my job at ‘Largesse’ - plus size clothing store - was 85 per cent off all clothing for staff members. My monthly wardrobe budget had skyrocketed since I met Ben. Elasticated waistbands helped a little, but it was nevertheless a massive boost to my personal finances. And I fit right in. The staff were fun and fat. A winning combination in my book. My most memorable shift came one hot August day. I was quietly refolding and reorganising the T-shirt display, praising the lord for his benevolent gift of AC, when I heard a familiar voice approaching. “Excuse me miss, do you have this in a size 14?”. I turned to be greeted by none other than Jennifer, my ex-double partner and ex-friend, clutching a pair of white-washed jeans. We’d not parted on the best of terms - her guffawing cruelly at my misfortune when trapped in a school chair, fawning over my ex-crush Josh. But the sight of her in Largesse that day had been surprisingly welcome. The past couple of years hadn’t been kind to Jen’s figure at all. She’d put on a good 100 pounds, likely more, centred around her lower half. She’d always been a very pretty girl - blonde hair, blue eyes, big boobs - and I could still see the beauty in her perfectly symmetrical face. Only now it was surrounded by a ring of chub in the form of a thick double chin. The leggings she’d opted to wear that day were stretched so tight around her meaty thighs that I could see the threads starting to come apart at the seams. Her bulbous ass was packed dangerously into them - like an unstable concoction that could explode at any time. It took Jen a moment to make the connection. As soon as she did her cheeks flushed rogue and she had the good grace to look away with embarrassment. “Oh, hey, I errrrr… wow this is awkward”, she said meekly. “Oh, hey Jen”, I smiled back, “long time no see. How’s life treating you?”. I gave her meaty fupa a patronising pat. “Pretty well from what I can see”. She progressed from rouge to crimson by this point. “I’m good, thanks. I errrr… I guess I dropped out of college in the first semester - stress, you know - and started working in my mom’s bakery here in the mall. Just a stopgap. Until I figure stuff out. Though it has been a couple of years now…”. She trailed off - likely contemplating her sub-optimal life choices. “Oh a bakery - lucky you! God to think if I’d worked in a bakery how big I’d be now!”. I grabbed my hips with two hands and jiggled them for emphasis. “I’m plenty fat enough already - or what was it you once said? A ‘fatass’, wasn’t it? Funny as I think I was about the same size that you are now…”. Jen was looking very uncomfortable now. Her eyes fell awkwardly to her feet. “Oh, you remember that…. Yeah, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I just wanted to impress Josh. He dumped me anyway once I started to gain weight if that makes you feel any better”. It did, but only a little - Jen looked sadder than I’d expected, and the triumphant turning of the tables had felt better in my head than it did in real life. “Oh… well, let’s let bygones be bygones. Anyway, you wanted some help”, I nodded to the jeans clutched in Jen’s hands, “let me see what I can do”. I took her by the hand and led her into the fitting rooms at the other end of the store. On the way, I grabbed a pair of jeans in both 14 and 16. The sight of Jen’s bottom wobbling into the booth made me suspect she was a little in denial about her true clothing size. Still, I gave her the size 14s as requested. The customer was always right after all. It hadn’t come as a great surprise that a couple of minutes later I heard muffled grunts and cries coming from behind the curtain. “This can’t be right”, Jen’s disembodied voice moaned. I took that as an invitation to offer my support. Stepping inside the changing booth I’d been greeted with a close-up of Jen’s large flabby ass - the jeans having made their way up to the crease of her enormous buttocks and no further. She’d opted for a rather racy g-string today, which in hindsight might have been an error given the fabric had been entirely swallowed up by her meaty cheeks so I could now see every bump of the cellulite that ravaged her bulbous bottom. But as she’d looked up in the mirror and seen me it was only frustration and panic that showed in her pretty face. “They’re too small”, she moaned pathetically, jumping up and down in an attempt to brute force them over her ass. Her fat cheeks slapped together audibly, ripping blubber across their wide surface. The resulting tremors from her feet pounding into the floor had caused the mirrored wall to rattle ominously. I’d rather not spend my afternoon sweeping up broken glass thank you very much. I produced the other pair of jeans from behind my back. “Perhaps it’s time to admit defeat and go a bit bigger?”. “But I CAN’T be a size 16”, Jen whined. She tugged hard on the belt loops until her knuckles turned white, but succeeded only in wobbling her gelatinous bottom for my viewing pleasure. I smiled back sweetly - “There’s no shame in it hun. I mean, I can’t even count how many pairs of jeans I’ve outgrown over the years. I’ll just leave these here”. I placed the jeans gently on a hanger and backed out of the stall. Jen bumped into me on her way out of the store a few minutes later, wearing the jeans that I had left for her. The size 16s hugged her curves snugly, accentuating the softness of her body and the generous jiggle in her step. “Thanks again…”, she said sheepishly, “and I meant what I said earlier about being sorry, you know I wasn’t in a good place when…”. She trailed off mid-sentence, her gaze drifting over my shoulder. “Is that your sister?” I turned around to see my twin strolling casually through the mall’s large sunlight atrium in the distance, arm-in-arm with none other than Josh O’Callahan himself. The vibrant green sundress she wore flowed gracefully with every step, drawing eyes from passersby. She did cut an impressive figure, almost as tall as the handsome man confidently striding beside her. Josh, with his sandy blonde hair perfectly tousled, had a hand placed casually on my sister’s perfect ass, squeezing it playfully. I was unable to tear my eyes away from them. My mind raced with a mixture of shock, betrayal, and more than a tinge of jealousy. Thankfully they didn’t see us – a pair of fat voyeurs – as we watched them walk the length of the atrium before turning out of sight. Jen was the first to break the silence. “Want to go eat away the pain at my mom’s bakery?”, she sighed, flat and defeated. I was supposed to be on shift for another hour but nodded wordlessly and followed her out of the store. As we waddled towards the ‘Cakes N Cookies’ opposite, Jen muttered, as much to herself as to me, “I’m going to need therapy after today…”. I was about to agree glumly when the first whiff of cakes and pastries emanating from the open bakery door ahead hit my nostrils. I was already panting slightly from the effort of the short walk, but I gulped in the sweet, inviting scents as if they were a lifeline – keeping me going. Jen, in her naivety, had overlooked a much easier, cheaper, and more satisfying way to soothe the ache in her heart. I replied, “And I…”— “I’m going to get fat!”. - - - - - Choose your preferred ending… - - - - - Ben Ending (note: Male Weight Gain) My final year of college had been quite the culinary exploration. Ben had thrown himself head-first into a new hobby - cooking. It was very evidently a thinly veiled ploy to shovel even more calories down my throat, but I’ll be damned if it hadn’t worked exactly like he’d intended. Not a day went by without another heavy meal plated in front of me and entirely devoured by the time the freshly baked pudding was ready. By the end of the year, he’d become quite the cook. And I’d put on another 25 pounds. I’d also managed to scrape a so-so grade. Enough to bag me a simple office gig in the city – HR at some fancy-pants bank. Sitting on my wide bottom all day and snacking along with the other large ladies in the department. The resulting “HR spread” (my ever-widening ass) was to be expected. Less expected was the fact that Ben had pulled his finger out and surprised everyone – including himself – by securing a rather well-paying job at a super-posh restaurant in the city as an apprentice chef. His gastronomic flair only intensified as he honed his craft over the next couple of years. We soon had enough money to move into our own place. It was modest, homely, and everything we could have hoped for. Not long after I’d left the family home behind Dad had finally retried. He and Mom invested in a Winnebago to travel the length and breadth of the country. Hard to imagine them enjoying the simple life but damned if they weren’t giving it their all. My sister had reluctantly given up her sporting career after a bad injury all but ruled her out of the big leagues and transitioned, after a bit of academic upskilling, into the glamorous world of corporate law. She wasn’t the muscled monstrosity she’d been at her fitness peak but I still wouldn’t want to be sitting the other side of the negotiating table from her. As Ben’s career took off his passion for food had bled into every aspect of our day-to-day lives. When we weren’t eating we were talking about eating, and when we weren’t talking about eating we were thinking about it instead. Fast food was but a distant memory. Now we dined on buttered greens, creamed spinach, triple-cooked truffle chips, thick cuts of filet mignon, creamy lobster linguine, and an ever-growing menu of similar restaurant quality meals. In a sense, it was healthier, though just as calorific. We’d evolved beyond mere mortals and incorporated a fourth main meal into our daily routines – we called it ‘Nibbles’ and it usually consisted of an experimental dish Ben was thinking of offering at the restaurant once perfected, served midafternoon. Everything Ben cooked was drenched in butter, cream, or oil – very rarely was one of these dishes not declared a roaring success. And the sex – spectacular, if a little messier than it had been. We rarely made it to the bedroom without a dessert tray in hand to enjoy during the proceedings. I’d come to associate the breathless highs of orgasm with the taste of chocolates, caramels, and blueberry pie. When I’d pass the bakery in town the wafting smells of brownies fresh out of the oven had me weak at the knees. Pavlov’s hog, perhaps? The effect of this had been predictable on the one hand – my weight continued to steadily climb with every passing meal as it had done since I first met my devilish feeder boyfriend – but on the other hand rather unexpected indeed. At college, Ben had always been content to let me polish off both our plates. He’d graze a little when we ate together, but by and large, subsisted on a meagre diet to maximise the amount that I would eat. As a consequence, he’d never put on so much as a pound the entire time we’d been together, despite the frequency of our fast food tips and familiarity with the cheesecake factory menu. His job had changed things. It made sense when I stopped to think about it. He’d have to try his cooking at work, right? Experimenting with dishes - little tastes here and there. Perhaps a quick snack on some leftovers - would be a shame for them to go to waste. As Ben brought his gastronomic skills home to our kitchen he began eating more and more of his own creations. It wasn’t long before he was the one pinching from my plate, returning for hearty second helpings, or snacking absentmindedly on the desserts that were supposed to be saved for later that evening. As his appetite grew so did his lethargy – he’d return from a hard day at the ‘office’, rustle us up some dinner, and then plop down on the couch to play videogames as I’d ferry him his evening snacks. Which I did. Willingly. Seeing my feeder, the man who’d ravaged my body with blubber, devolve into my helpless feedee had been surprisingly erotic. The effect of all of this had been entirely… as expected. So to today… The restaurant is heaving. A queue of people, so long it snakes around the corner of the building and out of view, look on with envy as I waddle inside flanked by Charlotte and Lucy. We have reservations, of course, courtesy of (boy)friends in high places. We are shown to our table by a pretty young woman. Her little black dress would barely fit over one of my thighs. God I’ve gotten fat. “Well, this is fancy”, Charlotte coos, clearly impressed. She inspects her ornate dessert spoon. “Almost hate to dirty it on one of those souffles you’ve been banging on about”. I raise an eyebrow, smirking. “Almost”, Charlotte winks back. Little black dress returns to the table soon enough and we place our order. A minute later we’re chinking three glasses of Champagne in anticipation of a good night to come. We start by catching up on each other’s lives. Charlotte’s girlfriend had proposed a few weeks back so naturally we spent a couple of minutes fawning over the large chunk of diamond now stuffed onto her porky ring finger. The prospect of getting the old college crew out of retirement for the bachelorette party was certainly an enticing one. Only Charlotte and Lucy live within driving distance nowadays. Lucy had just moved house and lit up as she showed us pictures of moving day. Her boyfriend, a rather strapping local fireman, had even attempted to carry her over the threshold. ‘Attempted’ being the keyword in that sentence. The pictures of him resting his injured lower back with an ice pack were a testament that even his tree-trunk arms were no match for her heft. “So what’s new?”, she asks once the proverbial conch has been passed in my direction. “Oh, errr, nothing too much with me to be honest”, I begin, “as for Ben, well you already know he was promoted to head chef here a few months back. It’s been going really well – great reviews, booked up weeks in advance. And the best part is that I get to eat restaurant quality food, for free, pretty much every day!”. I pat the protruding curve of my belly gleefully. “Yes, we can see that”, Charlotte smiles in response, “but to be honest I’d expect nothing less from you babe. Your boyfriend on the other hand” – she nods towards the kitchen – “has been steadily packing on the pounds for the last few years. Come on, spill the beans, what’s the story?”. I blush and lower my voice so only the girls can hear. “He’s become such a greedy pig! He eats all day – at work, at home, in the car, everywhere – and hasn’t so much as walked past a gym let alone been in one since he started working here. To be honest, at first, I wasn’t sure, but you know what, it’s pretty fucking hot”. “Pray tell”, Lucy continues eagerly. “Always so bloody nosy”, I shake my head with a giggle, “well, you know food’s always better when you can enjoy it with someone. And the sex… don’t knock it till you’ve tried it is all I’ll say”. Lucy’s mouth opens wide in Looney-Toon-esque astonishment. “And last month he officially weighed more than me for the first time… ever. He’s over 450 pounds!”. I finish, slightly breathless, and look away with an embarrassed grin. We toast to that just as our mains arrive. Five lip-smacking minutes later the generous portion is already resting heavy in my stomach. As I pause for breath a familiar voice rises above the cacophony of excited diners. “… I think you’ll agree that we’ve been more than fair with regards to PCI, so a little give on the Share Purchase Agreement would go a long way in showing that…”. I follow the voice to a table near the window and the unmistakable sight of my sister sat across from two stern-looking Asian gentlemen. She spears a piece of slow-cooked BBQ pork and eats it without breaking eye contact with her dining companions. Intense to say the least. I wasn’t about to go and interrupt her mid-flow. My friends and I continue drinking and chatting until nature finally calls. As I exit the stall and walk towards the resplendent bathroom’s wide vanity mirror the entrance door swings open. “Fancy seeing you here”, my sister drawls sarcastically, “how did you hear about it?”. “Just some guy I know”, I answer, before giving her a warm embrace. Perhaps it was the wisdom of age, or maybe just no longer living on top of each other, but our relationship had greatly improved over the last few years since college. From frosty to cordial, to something resembling real sisterhood. She’d long ditched that layabout O’Callahan and was presently engaged to a rather dashing investment banker, whom she’d first met across the negotiating table whilst thrashing out a difficult deal before the relationship progressed to the bedroom and thrashing of an entirely different nature. “Well give this mystery man, whoever he is, my compliments”, she continued, “this has become my go-to closing restaurant. I’ve done four deals here in the last month alone, and it’ll be five once Mr Kaneko pulls the stick out of his ass and agrees to our terms”. I chuckle. “If anyone can do it…”. And I meant it too. I’d become accustomed to seeing my sister hammering out the finer details of her contracts over one of Ben’s mouthwatering desserts. No matter how tense the conversation sounded as it wafted over from their table it was always vigorous handshakes and broad smiles by the time the meal was finally over. But success, alas, had come at a cost for my dear sister. A sudden devastating decline in her day-to-day physical activity combined with an equivalent increase in late-night stress eating at expensive restaurants had resulted in a delightful, if not predictable, increase in her dress size. Slowly at first. Barely noticeable unless you were looking out for it (which of course I had been). The smallest of pooches forming over the waistband of her shorts here, a slight softening of her jawline there. But fat begets fat, and now for the first time in years my sister’s hips are wider than her shoulders. No mean feat given she’s still as broad a doorframe, but such was the extent of the spare tyre now permanently hugging her midriff. The tight-fitting satin dress she’d opted for this particular evening was not leaving much to the imagination. Every roll is deliciously accentuated. Her lardy belly spills out onto the countertop as she bends low to fix her make-up. Soft and flowing like the heavy cream she drowns her nightly puddings in. I desperately wanted to comment on it. ‘Looks like I’m not the only one suffering the effects of Ben’s cooking’, I might say, with a patronising little pat on her soft under-gut. I imagined her thick blubber pinched between my fingers as the words form on my lips. Instead, I held my tongue. I’d made a concerted effort not to mention my sister’s obvious weight gain even one since it started over two years ago, lest she agree and do something about it. I quite liked being on a more level playing field with her, and I certainly wasn’t in any position to lose weight myself. “I think I’ll nail it over dessert”, she continued, completely oblivious to the few seconds of silence we had just shared – ever focused on the job at hand. “I’ll order two helpings to maximise the time I’ve got him pinned to the table”. She leant back from the mirror, her belly plopping off the counter and jiggling back into place, and turned about heel, striding purposefully towards the exit. “I’m going to get him to sign”, she said, as much to herself as to me. “You’re going to get fat...”, I muttered under my breath, quietly enough that she wouldn’t hear, as I watch her fat ass jiggle out of the door. Her globular, dimpled cheeks swayed with each step, straining against the fabric of her dress, before brushing the doorframe on both sides as she waddled back to the negotiating table. By the time I returned to my table, the girls had polished off our last bottle of bubbly and ordered another. Three hours later and the place was shutting down around me. Mr Kaneko had signed on the dotted line in the end. My sister, high on adrenaline and food, had long since waved a congenial goodbye with a broad grin and a bloated stomach. Destined for fatter things. Lucy and Charlotte too had waddled out a short while ago, nursing distended but satisfied guts. I was the only table left now. Upturned chairs are decorating my closest neighbours. Little black dress was the last of the staff to leave. She stopped by briefly on her way out the door – “Ben said he’ll be out in a minute with, errrr…”, her eyes momentarily drifted down to the belly spilling out of my jeans, “second dinner”. With that she saunters away, leaving me alone in the impressive high-ceilinged dining room. “Smug bitch”, I mutter to myself once the door has closed behind her. I hear Ben before I see him. With the background buzz of the restaurant now extinguished, the heavy ‘thud, thud, thud’ of his footsteps drawing closer reverberates around the empty room. When he finally lumbers through the kitchen door I watch with a smile as his hips also brush the wide wooden frame on both sides. His vast weeble-wobble body is both fattened and feminine – a good majority of the weight having settled in his cellulite-ridden ass and thighs. As he slips into the room I watch as his grease-stained t-shirt rides further and further up his belly with every plod. His pasty white gut is exposed like the unveiling of a great work of art. The sack of soft subcutaneous fat hangs over the waistband of his trousers and jiggles deliciously as it bumps against his meaty thighs. Balanced on his thick forearms is an industrial-looking cooking tray piled high with barbequed meats – chops, steaks, ribs and others that I can’t make out from this distance. He waddles, slow and laboured, towards the table. As he approaches I see beads of sweat dotting his brow. Was that from the heat of the kitchen or the effort of the short walk to our table? Probably a little of both. Ben reaches the table and drops the tray with a triumphant, if breathless, “et viola”. He pulls up and settles himself into a spare chair, which creaks under his immense weight. The aroma of grilled meats wafts tantalisingly from the table. “After you darling”, I nod towards my boyfriend, “you must be starving – the place was packed this evening”. It appears Ben agrees as he doesn’t need telling twice. Both arms reach forward and return with a chop in hand – he greedily munches on them one after the other. I’m already uncomfortably full and more than a little tipsy, so settle for simply grazing, content to watch my boyfriend gorge himself instead. And gorge he most certainly does. The platter of meats, easily enough to feed a family of four, is gradually worn down over the next 15 or so minutes until only a pool of beef dripping and grease remains. Ben grasps the tray with pudgy hands and lifts it to his lips, drinking this down too – pure fat settling in his expanded tummy. He’s done well tonight. I glance at my watch – 11:10 pm. Just time for a quick treat before we head home. “I think you need to relax babe…”, I coo softly, “let me help you take a load off”. With considerable effort, I push myself to stand and move our dining table to one side. I pop the clutch on my bag and dig around until my hand grasps a familiar plastic bottle. This wasn’t the first time we’d enjoyed each other’s company at the end of a hard day’s work. I’d come prepared. Kneeling gingerly in front of Ben I take a moment to look up at him. He was thrice the man I’d first met – or more, the numbers on the scale were always increasing and it was hard to keep track. From this angle, the generous sag of three chins – each rounder and thicker than the last – gives him a cherubic glow. Gluttony incarnate. Starting at the bottom I hook my finger inside his chef whites and gently pull it open one popper at a time. Each gratefully gives way to reveal more of his morbidly obese body until the last pops open to reveal it in all its glory. A pair of melons larger even than my own sit fat and engorged on his chest. Puffy nipples hard and tender, begging to be suckled. Below a rounded belly cascades out onto his lap. Doughy flesh inches thick and soft to the touch. Ben fumbles at his elasticated waistband, forcing it down underneath his crotch and flopping out his fat pad. And quite the fat pad it was. His manhood had long been swallowed up by his growing body. The glutton’s curse – for men at least. No matter though, we’d long since found other ways to satiate his urges. I upturn the bottle of lube and squeeze a generous dollop onto my palm. Rubbing the cool liquid between my fingers until my hand was greased and ready. Careful not to overexcite him too early I begin by gently massaging his fat pad. I can already feel his cock, hard and throbbing, beneath the couple of inches of blubber enveloping it. When we first met I wouldn’t have been able to so much as pinch that much fat anywhere on his body. How times had changed. After a couple of minutes of warming him up, I delve a tentative finger into the fat pad, searching for my boyfriend’s once-proud cock. It’s not hard to find – buried under an inch of so adipose. He splutters and spreads his legs as wide as his thunderous thighs and the arms of the chair will allow. I circle my finger slowly around the tip of his cock. It’s already dipping in pre-cum as I hear him panting up above. “Yes… yes…” he groans, to which I press slightly harder and angle my finger so the nail tickles the tip ever so slightly. After a short tease, I reach deeper, rubbing my oily fingers gently under the grove between head and shaft. Guttural groans, louder than before. I sense that he isn’t going to last much longer. “You know, Charlotte warned me about you”, I say in a sultry tone, looking up at my behemoth of a boyfriend, “she said if we dated you’d make me fat”. I grasp his manhood tightly and pump my hand up and down in a slow but purposeful rhythm. He shudders with anticipation. “And you did – I mean, just look at me. A big, wobbling, tub of lard and there’s no denying it. But…”. I pump harder and faster, his fat pad slapping audibly against his hanging gut. “In reality, it was Charlotte who should have warned you about me”. Ben grimaces and grips the chair’s arms so tightly that his knuckles turn white. His whole body shakes violently with every one of my greasy pumps – great waves of blubber crashing into one another. “You see, there’s a reason that over half of your body is now pure fat”, I continue, “there’s a reason that you haven’t so much as seen your cock, let alone been able to jerk yourself off, in months”. I quicken my hand and tighten its slippery grip. “There’s a reason that you’re now even fatter than I am”. Ben moans even more desperately than before. “Being a feeder but lacking the willpower to stop her turning you into her feedee... you must have known what was going to happen…”. Unable to contain himself any longer, Ben explodes as I utter the final phrase-- “You’re going to get fat!”. The End - - - - - 2. Sister Ending (note: Incest) My final year of college had been more tumultuous than I’d expected. The unwelcome discovery of my boyfriend balls-deep in his ex had probably topped the list. The image of Ben vigorously pounding the sweaty 500-pound hog from behind had been hard to shake, despite my best efforts. ‘But you weren’t meant to be back until tomorrow’, hadn’t exactly been the most compelling defence on his part. By the end of a rather teary conversation later that day, we’d parted ways. For good. Unfortunately, this couldn’t have happened at a worse time – just before finals. Revision was the last thing on my mind. My textbooks stayed shut and my lecture notes unread, as instead I turned to the fridge and ate to fill the hole in my heart. My girlfriends tried their best to comfort me, setting up a daily support rota that ensured I was never too far from a shoulder to cry on, or a tub of ice cream to drown myself in. Suffice to say, when I waddled up to receive my diploma it was two letter grades lower than it should have been, and I was 20 pounds heavier, pushing me above 400 for the first time in my life. The irony that this fact would have made Ben weak at the knees my certainly not lost on me. With each step back to my seat my body wobbled and jiggled, the weight of these extra pounds straining the fabric of my graduation gown bought a few weeks prior. Judgmental smirks from the sorority sisters I passed on the way didn’t help either. With college completed I’d moved back home and found a modest office job at a local office supply company. The sort of honest work and low pay that was deserving of my below-average academic achievements. I tried not to dwell on my sister’s professional soccer contract, her beauty, body, or the penthouse apartment she’d just started renting in the city. Comparison was indeed the thief of joy. So to today… “I’m sorry girls, we should have left hours ago but all flights have been grounded and they’re saying that the absolute earliest we could leave is tomorrow afternoon”, Mom sighs, the stress in her voice evident despite the cracking of the poor connection. She and Dad had left for Sri Lanka three weeks ago – a bank-busting vacation to mark the start of an early retirement. They were due to fly home early this morning – Thanksgiving – to be greeted by their daughters and a lovingly prepared holiday meal. The turkey was already basting in the oven. Unfortunately, a spot of sudden and violent civil unrest followed by a harsh government crackdown got in the way. “It’s fine Mom”, my sister replies, “just stay in the airport and stay safe. We can manage just fine on our own here. Though…”, she glances fleetingly at the oven, “we might have over catered…”. A few minutes later I pop the cork on a bottle of rather expensive looking Champagne from Dad’s private stockpile, pouring out a pair of generous glasses. “Might as well enjoy ourselves whilst we wait for lunch”, I smile as I hand one to my sister. A bottle and a half later and the freely flowing drinks had washed away any residual tension between us. We were sisters first and rivals second after all, though at times that hadn’t always felt like the case. We’d been so lost reminiscing about Thanksgivings gone by that it had taken a moment for either of us to register the significance of the distant chirping emanating from the kitchen. Groggily we made our way towards it. I went to the fridge for a top-up, and my sister to the oven to serve up the now-finished meal. “You feeling *hic* hungry?”, she hiccups a minute or so later, a mashed potato-laden serving spoon held aloft a plate that was already piled generously high. I consider for a moment. The alcohol might have dulled my senses for a time, but the familiar pangs of hunger were definitely still there. A nod and the spoon is upturned, sending even more food tumbling onto my meal. We take our seats on opposite sides of the dining room table and bask in our triumph. The turkey is moist and tender, its golden skin crackled and crisp. Just the smell is making my mouth water uncontrollably. I adorn my creamy potatoes with a generous slab of butter that slowly melts into an unhealthy pool, into which I dip my greens for a decadent first bite. We’d done well. Very well. As we gorge in silence the clinking of silverware against porcelain echoes through the air - the gentle symphony broken only when we reach for another gulp of Champagne to further dull our senses. Despite plating up about half the serving that she’d given me, my sister was still tucking into the meal with gusto. I suppose her normal healthy eating regime doesn’t allow for such frivolity as ‘tasty meals’. “I’m done…” I moan a little while later, tugging at the waistband of my jeans in vain. Where before I could slip a finger between flab and denim, now there is only taut, quivering flesh pouring over the waistband. A bead of sweat trickles down my temple, the exertion of simply existing whilst this full almost too much to bear. My sister is also looking stuffed. Her normally flat stomach is pronounced with an unmistakable curve, which rises and falls with deep and laboured breaths. “Yep… definitely over catered”, she groans, clutching her bloated belly, “and there’s still so much left… haven’t even touched desert… seems a shame to let it go to waste…”. A large cheesecake sits tantalisingly in the centre of the table. One of my favourites, and my sister’s too before her body became the temple it is today. A devilish thought crosses my mind – perhaps I could tempt her off her diet and have a bit of drunken fun whilst at it. “Well… we could make it interesting?”, I grin mischievously, my words slurring slightly from the champagne, “for every slice we manage the other one of us has to… I don’t know… take off an item of clothing?”. My sister raises an eyebrow, intrigued. The champagne has evidently already gone to both of our heads, awakening a delicious recklessness that I’m keen to explore. “And the first to give in has to do a forfeit?”, she proposes, the innocence in her voice betrayed by the glint in her eye. The deal is done over a curt nod. My sister takes the lead, snatching up a slice and quickly seeing it off in five large bites. Concerning –suddenly she doesn’t seem as full as she had done – am I about to be hustled? I shrug off my jumper, revealing a plain white t beneath, and set to work on my own helping. Tough but doable – I pass the baton back her way as she sheds her blouse and starts on a fresh slice. It’s disappeared in a flash and before I know it I’ve huffed and puffed my way to standing and I’m squeezing myself out of my white-washed jeans. It’s a blessing in disguise really, given how uncomfortably tight they were feeling after the main course. “Looking good sis”, my sister teases from across the table as I turn to discard my clothes behind me, “how many aeroplane seats are you up to now? Three?”. I have the good grace to blush, having just flashed her my bare and barely contained ass, instead resolving to win the bet and exact my pound of flesh in revenge. She stands to remove her pants a minute or so later as I wipe the crumbs from my lips. Annoyingly all I’m greeted with is a pair of impossibly toned legs, thick and muscular with naught but the slightest hint of flab or cellulite. I can’t help but stare. “Like what you see”, she grins mischievously, lifting one onto the table in an effortless lunge that I probably haven’t been able to do for about 200 pounds or so. My eyes trail down to her red lace underwear, now on full display with the movement. The fabric stretches slightly, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy underneath. Against my better judgment, I find myself imagining reaching out and feeling the soft material between my fingertips, being crushed between her powerful thighs... I manage to tear my eyes away as she grabs the next slice. Before I have time to collect my thoughts it’s my turn to disrobe once again. T-shirt now off I’m feeling significantly more vulnerable than I’d expected – despite ever-deepening inebriation. Plopped on my parent’s old dining chair in just my bra and panties, I’m painfully aware of my sister’s eyes boring into my engorged body and the fact that, despite a vast weight advantage, her combo of height and strength could probably overpower me should she so wish. “Oh my god”, she says finally, “I actually cannot believe how fat you’ve gotten”. She takes another generous swig of champagne. Her eyes take a moment to refocus. “Like, I obviously wanted you to get a taste of your own medicine for the way you acted when we were growing up, but even in my wildest dreams I didn’t think you’d actually get this large”, she gestures vaguely at my blubber-ridden body – ass sagging over each side of the chair. “Well, you’d better *hic* believe it sis”, I slur back, grabbing my next slice and shovelling it into my face, cheesecake smearing around my lips and the folds of my nested chins. My sister’s eyes are wide and, oddly, excited. I’m putting on a show, but to what end? With the final mouthful swallowed she accepts her penalty with a resigned sigh. With a subtle twist of her body, she unclasps her bra, allowing it to fall elegantly to the floor. Her chest is like a work of art, sculpted and smooth like marble, with ample curves that defy her otherwise muscular frame. She smiles wryly, clearly proud of maintaining her impressive bust despite her rigorous athletic regime, and inviting me to admire them too. “I’ve shown you mine, now show me yours”, she hums, bending over to take another slice, ample tits swaying ponderously in the open air. A moment later I’m fumbling behind my back to release my heavy chest from its cotton prison. Significantly less gracefully my bra pings off in relief, letting my vast engorged hooters flop onto my rounded gut. I cup them, letting the excess adipose slosh in my palm, spilling between my porky fingers. I watch my sister lick her lips as she gazes, mesmerised, at my cleavage, before refocusing and diving in for her next piece. Sure enough, I’m pulling off my panties a minute later, now naked as the day I was born. I feel a sudden flush of heat as I slap my bare ass back down onto the chair. I reach forwards to seize my final slice but a loud and ominous belch, a hair's breadth from being followed by the contents of my stomach, gives me pause for thought. I am, in every sense of the phrase, ‘at capacity’. “I surrender”, I moan, slumping back into the chair, “if you hadn’t served me such an enormous portion for lunch…”. “If you hadn’t eaten such an enormous portion for lunch you mean”, my sister corrects me, “it’s hardly my fault you can’t control your appetite now is it?”. She stands, clad in nought but a pair of lace underwear that rides high on her hips. Her long legs carry her towards me effortlessly, and I can't help but notice the way her bare breasts bounce with each step, or the slight curve of her distended belly. “Now, I believe I’m owed a forfeit? I’ll take… a weigh-in”. She rushes out the final words, her voice dripping with excitement. “Seriously?”, I groan. “Seriously”, she responds, firm and unwavering. “I want to see just how much of a piggy my twin sister has gorged herself into. Now come on, chop chop”. With a playful yet forceful slap on my hip, she urges me to get up and move. I waddle slowly up the stairs, my sister following close behind. “Admiring my ass this time are we sis?”, I joke breathlessly over my shoulder, the effort of the short trip already causing beads of sweat to bubble on my brow. “Didn’t have you down as a chubby chaser”. To my surprise, I turn to see her blush and avert her gaze. She has one arm placed carefully across her breasts, the other hangs loosely by her side showing the definition of her muscles. I’d not even given my nakedness a second thought, content to let my meaty melons bounce and slap against the curve of my gut as I walked. She looks surprisingly vulnerable, for an Amazonian goddess at least. By the time we finally reach the bathroom, my lungs are begging for a break. She pulls out the scales from underneath the sink and sets them at my feet. I can feel her eyes on me as I step onto their cool glass surface. The air is thick with anticipation as I peer down. As expected my bulbous belly blocks the digital display from view. “445 pounds”, my sister declares with barely masked incredulity, as she reads the results on my behalf. She’s stood just in front of me, her generous breasts directly in my eyeline. “You’re… enormous”. She traces her hands delicately up and over the curve of my lower belly. Her fingers close around two handfuls of hip fat and start to wobble gently, seemingly mesmerised by the bounce and jiggle of my blubber gut. Guided by instinct alone, I mimic her actions and place my hands on her hips as well. A jolt of electricity. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she wrenches me closer, her breath warm against my cheek as she stretches her hands around my back and snatches two handfuls of my elephantine ass and shakes it roughly. My cheeks slap together in a rhythmic ‘clap’, ‘clap’, ‘clap’ that echoes around the windowless room. I eagerly accept the invitation, raising my own hands to her chest and gently cupping her soft breasts. I feel the warmth of her skin against mine. Looking up I see her beautiful face staring down at me. Eyes closed our lips meet, and suddenly our hands are hungrily exploring each other’s bodies – no longer siblings, just people driven by desire and lust alone. She pulls me to the floor – her considerable strength more than a match for my gym-phobic body. I collapse with a heavy thud, ass spreading wide across the stone tiles. The cabinet on the wall rattles ominously with the force of the impact. The cabinet on the wall… “Cabinet… lube…”, I pant from the floor, gesturing up towards the white lacquered door high above. My sister doesn’t need telling twice, leaping up and returning a moment later with the large bottle that I keep tucked at the back of the cupboard for… extra-curricular pursuits. She roughly pulls down her underwear – the last survivor of our drunken dares. She pops the cap nonchalantly with her thumb and squeezes what looks like half the bottle into her open palm. Fast as a cat she dives at me – pushing me onto my back and painting my belly with the oily liquid. I let out a low moan as her fingers delve into my hip rolls, smother my ham-hock arms, and massage the length and breadth of my thunderous legs. The lube can’t help but rub off on her own skin as she lays on top of me. We spank, pinch, stroke, and grope at each other’s bodies – our fit and fat bodies slap together in a symphony of desire and pleasure. Our movements become more frenzied with each passing moment. The room filled with the echoes of our slapping skin and the wet sounds of our passionate lovemaking. A combination of exhilaration of the situation and the physical exertion of supporting my sister’s considerable, if lean, weight pressing down on me has left me gasping for air. My hands, slick with sweat and lube, fall away from her perfect behind as I struggle to catch my breath. I peer down my torse to see my sister grinning back at me wickedly. She straightens up, pushing herself to standing – my body grateful to be supporting only my own considerable weight once again. I watch her glistening abs ripple as she steps over my belly, turns, and positions herself above me, her gaze locked onto mine. She slowly lowers herself into a deep squat, her pussy hovering just above my face. As her lips hover above mine I can feel my heart race. Her scent is intoxicating. How long had I wanted this… had we wanted this? I grab at her thick thighs and pull, urging her to descend. "Eat up, fatty" she scoffs, and with a slow, deliberate motion, lowers herself. Her pussy is wet and warm when it finally makes contact with my face. My tongue darts out instinctively to taste her. I lick up and down her slit, savouring the moment as her moans grow louder and more desperate. She plays with my chest, squeezing and slapping my large breasts, teasing my nipples and urging me to go faster. I oblige. She moans in pleasure, her hips bucking as my tongue dances around her swollen lips. She starts to pick up the pace, her hips undulating faster, each movement hitting my face with a satisfying ‘slap’. My hands wander, tracing the curve of her taut ass. I feel her orgasm building, trembling against my face. With every lick and suck of my tongue, I work to push her over the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she pants in my ear, "fuck yes… eat me… you pig”. As her moans reach a crescendo I feel her muscles tense, and then she loses control. Her pussy floods my face with her juices, as she drops to her knees, hands bracing as she arcs her back and quivers with pleasure. She falls off me and we lay together in a breathless heap on the bathroom floor. Muscle and fat intertwined. I feel her trace a finger delicately around my belly button and look down to see her staring up at me with hungry eyes. “You know we’ve got the place to ourselves for the next 24 hours…”, she plunges the lubed-up finger into my naval, “we could order some takeout”, and begins slowly pumping it in and out, “and maybe some dessert in bed?”. I bite my lip and nod nervously, unsure where exactly this road would take me, but knowing full well I wasn’t about to turn around now. She reaches down and places a hand between my legs, tickling at the flabby mound that is my fat pad. I feel myself getting hotter as the excitement builds and her greasy hands slowly work their way southwards. “Oh sis, you do know what this means don’t you?”, she continues, her fingertips now dancing around my lips, each delicate touch making me wobble uncontrollably. She lifts her head and whispers softly in my ear, as her fingers finally find their plump prize-- “You’re going to get fat!”. The End - - - - - 3. Mom Ending My final year of college had gone smoothly enough. I’d actually pulled my finger out and studied for the final exams, managing a surprisingly good grade when all was said and done. It had been sad saying goodbye to my carefree college lifestyle - but I suppose I had to grow up sooner or later. With college over and both of us lacking the stability of a full-time ‘professional’ job, Ben and I had been forced to move back in with my parents. That was nearly two years ago now. Over this time the forced proximity of my family had put a painful strain on our relationship. We fought more than we used to - silly things like leaving dirty clothes on the floor for a day too long, and not-so-silly things like my unexpected weight loss over those two years. I certainly wasn’t skinny by any stretch of the imagination, but despite a concerted effort to eat unhealthily around Ben to keep him happy, I’d still managed to lose about 75 pounds in that period, dipping below 300 for the first time in a long time. A worrying doctor’s visit filled with phrases like ‘prediabetic’ and ‘time is running out’ had scared me straight, though I hadn’t told Ben this for fear he might up and leave me. The situation in the house was tense, to say the least. My sister had signed off her illustrious college career with the badge of valedictorian and also moved back home last summer. However, unlike myself, her graduate job at a magic circle law firm meant she was already well on her way to saving enough money for a house deposit of her own. She’d kept up her fitness regime as best she could, though had certainly softened a little around the edges since she’d embarked on her gruelling post-college career. Mom and Dad were the same as always - for the most part. Dad’s job had downsized its property footprint post-COVID and closed the local office that he’d used to work at. Now he spent half the week working from home and the other half living out of hotels out of state. He wasn’t that far away from retirement anyway so this had been accepted by all as a necessary evil in the short term. Mom had continued to pile on the weight both in my absence and on return from college and was now pushing dangerously close to 500 pounds of wobbling Japanese woman. Nearly as wide as she was tall, she wheezed and spluttered around the house - the windows shaking in their frames with her every laboured step. Even Dad had tried to have a word with her about the ever-increasing numbers on the scale, though she’d simply brushed it off with a smile and continued gorging. Happy families indeed. So to today… I buckle into the driver’s seat of my recently purchased SUV as my sister clambers into the passenger side. The suspension groans under our combined weight - a mixture of both fat and muscle - but I bought the car specifically for its advertised ‘heavy duty load capacity’, so feel confident all the same. We set off just as the sun is cresting over the horizon. An early start, but needs must when the devil drives. We were off to pick up Dad’s birthday present. In a surprise act of teamwork, my sister and I sought out and purchased a vintage signed sports jersey from Dad’s beloved state baseball team. The collector hadn’t been prepared to post so we’d agreed to go and collect it together today. Dad was out of town with work as usual so we wouldn’t have to worry about him seeing us on return, and Mom and Ben could mooch around the house just fine until we got back. About 15 minutes into the 3-hour drive my sister slaps her hand to her forehead without warning. “Oh shit”, she sighs heavily, “so promise you won’t hate me…”. We pull back into our parent’s driveway a short while later to retrieve my sister’s forgotten purse and with it the wad of cash she’d withdrawn as payment. Annoying, but not the end of the world. As we enter the house we agree to divide and conquer in the search - she will look for it downstairs and I will take the first floor. I trudge upstairs, expecting to see Ben sitting at my desk as I pass our room, intently focused on whatever video game was his flavour of the month, but there’s no sign of him. I am about to head into my sister’s bedroom when I hear muffled cries coming from my parent’s room at the end of the hall, the door ever so slightly ajar. Odd - was mom okay? I waddle towards it and peer through the crack. Through the sliver of the partially open door, I can just about see Mom’s torso. She’s lying naked on all fours on her bedroom floor. Well, I say ‘all fours’ - her enormous gut is now so large it appears to be supporting her full weight, such that she could lift her hands and feet if she wanted and still be in the same position. The space under her belly is not empty air like it would be for a woman of healthy weight - it is completely filled by her hanging blubber. Her entire body is jiggling rhythmically, sending waves of fat crashing across its surface. The rolls and ripples of her body create a hypnotic wave effect, making it hard to look away despite the absurdity of the situation. A pair of engorged, veiny melons spill out onto the floor in front of her. I hate to think what vast cup size she’s up to now, but I know that she shops online because most stores don’t cater to her generous assets. Her vast ham-hock-like upper arms look about as thick as one of my thighs and are certainly just as cellulite-ridden, and a pair of porky hands gently caress her nipples - thick and puffy. I shift slightly so I can see Mom’s face. It’s presently buried in a large chocolate cake that had been placed on the floor in front of her. I recognise it from the fridge. Mom said she’d bought it as a present for the neighbour’s birthday. Evidently not. Mom raises her head, munching greedily on a mouthful of cake. Her chubby cheeks and triple chins are smeared in chocolate icing. Crumbs fall from her mouth as she chews - gluttonous and greedy. She swallows and moans, “ohhhh, don’t stop… keep… ohhhh… going”, before sinking her face back into the cake like a pig snuffling in its trough. My heart skips a beat. Wordlessly I push the door open. Ben is knelt behind Mom - naked as the day he was born. He has a fistful of her hip fat in each hand and is pounding his crotch into her enormous ass. The force of his body hitting mom’s gelatinous bottom causes a rhythmic ‘slap slap slap’ to echo around the room. “Eat… up… piggy”, Ben pants breathlessly. Eyes closed, he is lost in his world. A raised hand slaps her globular booty hard with an open palm. “Mmmmm, you’ve gotten so FAT. You’re an enormous hog. And I’m going to make you even fatter” – he chokes on the last word as if struggling to hold back the oncoming tide. Mom squeals with pleasure, spluttering crumbs across the white-washed wooden floor of her bedroom, before shoving her face back into the cake, hungry for more. At that very moment, Ben looks up and catches my eye. The colour immediately drains from his face. He splutters something incoherent that might just have been “oh god I’m cuming”, before blowing his load. His face is an odd mixture of immense pleasure and abject horror - the latter of which I was starting to feel myself. He stumbles to his feet, cock still very much at full mast and hands outstretched in a ‘stay calm’ sort of pose. Mom grunts from the floor, her face still buried in the last of its chocolatey remains. It emerges a second or two later - covered in icing - and she too catches my eye. She chokes on her mouthful, spluttering sponge across the cake tray, and attempts to stand. Unfortunately, her weak arms cannot support her immense weight. She struggles against her own morbid obesity and loses the fight. The beached whale isn’t going anywhere without a helping hand. Tears begin welling up and tumbling down my cheeks as the full impact of the betrayal starts to hit home. Before I can find my voice another booms loud and angry from beside me. I hadn’t noticed my sister’s approach - my attention entirely captured by the scene unfolding in front of me - but she was now standing next to me, her broad shoulders filling the part of the hallway not already taken up by my wide hips. “Fucking hell”, she shouts, “really? When Dad’s away and we’re off running errands? You decide to roll around together like pigs?”. Words failed them. Ben simply stands dumbfounded as cum drips pathetically onto the and Mom continues to struggle against her enormous heft to get to her feet, to no avail. Her hand slips in the chocolatey mess and like a prize heifer, all 500 pounds of her slap down onto the cool stone floor. The force of the impact reverberates around the room. “Ughh, pathetic”, my sister spits. A last scathing look at the adulterous pair and she gruffly takes me by the arm and escorts me out. “No need to traumatise you any more than you are already” she mutters as we take the stairs two at a time. My mind is racing. How could Ben do this? How could Mom do this? What would Dad do when he found out? As we closed the front door behind us she places a surprisingly tender hand on my shoulder. “I need a drink. No, a few drinks. And something disgustingly fattening and unhealthy to eat. You in?”. “You’d compromise your diet for me?”, I sniffle, genuinely taken aback at the touching gesture. I wipe a tear from my eye and chuckle against my better judgment. “You know what I’m going to say don’t you?”. She did indeed. We speak the phrase in unison— “You’re going to get fat!”. The End

[XWG, Blackmail, force-feeding, teasing, humiliation, workout-fails, wardrobe malfunctions, stuffing, sex] Description: Nancy, a college sophomore and teacher’s pet, is secretly dating her Philosophy Professor with hopes of making their relationship official after she graduates. However, after her jealous arch frenemy, Kassy, finds out, Nancy is blackmailed into fattening up seemingly without end. Fattened by a Frenemy By Polarisdreamer KASSY Freshman year of college was not kind to me. It was the same way in high school. I was an introverted 19-year-old that was just a little too fat to fit in anywhere. I was always on the chubby side, my appearance was round thanks to my wide waistline, broad shoulders, large chest, and comparatively slim arms, legs, hips and bottom, but when I started college, well, let’s just say suddenly my soft curves started expanding out of control as more and more belly fat began to settle upon my regrettably apple shaped frame. Social situations gave me anxiety and to cope, I turned to food. Something quite abundant on college campuses. My roommate and I didn’t get along, and I even felt a little shunned by the other girls in my hallway, except Nancy. Around the time I started putting on more weight a few weeks into the semester, she took an interest in me, and I took an interest in her. Nancy Newman was a bombastic 125-pound blonde and an unrepentant pleasure seeker with a high-pitched voice, and an overly wordy vocabulary. Unlike me, Nancy was very popular, and for good reason. She was gorgeous. I’m not even gay and I had a crush on her the moment I laid my eyes on her. She was taller than me, at about 5’6, skinnier than me, by at least 60 or 70 pounds, and all around just more ideally proportioned. Whereas I carried most of my weight in my belly and breasts, Nancy was a coveted hourglass, carrying her weight evenly across her toned athletic body with one notable exception, her rather big perky breasts. She was everything I ever wanted to be. But as I was saying, once I started packing on some extra weight, she started saying hello to me here and there in passing. I thought she was just being polite, but then one night when passing each other on the stairs, she invited me to study with her in the library. She even complemented me on my outfit and offered to buy me some hot chocolate. Just like that, Nancy took me under her wing. We started hanging out every night, studying and snacking together. Nancy had fast-metabolism, a ravenous appetite and was a bit of a food-pusher, but I didn’t mind. It just felt nice to be accepted by someone. She even started showing me how to dress to flatter my figure. Her rules were simple and clear to follow. Since I was a big apple, I was to avoid tucking in my tops so as not to draw attention to my belly. I was to opt for darker solid colors with small patterns to create a slimmer effect on my upper body. Although, to be honest I’m not sure it mattered much since my belly accumulated more and more weight each passing week thanks to all the snacks Nancy forced on me. Anyway… My tops needed to be V-neck or boat neck in order to highlight my broad shoulders. Any dress I wanted to wear needed to end just above the knee and have a raised waistline. Lastly, I was to flaunt my comparatively slimmer arms and legs by wearing sleeveless tops and pretty short skirts. Before I knew it, I was fashionable enough to sit with her and her group of friends during lunch on a regular basis. Somehow after weeks of awkwardness it seemed like I had finally found a friend, and a group of friends to call my own. However, Nancy and her friends were all very different from me. They were more outgoing, cuter… and thin. I didn’t realize it at first, and maybe Nancy didn’t realize it either, but I had been accepted into the clique to fill a vacancy. This group of attractive college coeds needed a token fat friend, someone to take pictures with that made them look better than they already did, and that fat friend was me. I felt self-conscious about my size in relation to their tiny figures, but it was a small price to pay for friendship. So, next to all my beautiful friends I did my best to play my role as best I could. I would fetch drinks for them at parties, be the best wing-girl I could be, all while silently hating myself while they soaked up all the male attention. As freshman year progressed, I began to lose count of how many times I helped my friends, especially Nancy, get together with a guy that I secretly liked. I hated being the fat friend, but it was better than being alone, so for a time, I continued to put up with it. I even accepted Nancy’s nickname for me that the group quickly adopted, ‘Big Apple’ since I was from New York and… a big apple shaped young woman… When we would go out shopping, Nancy would lead everyone to straight-size stories like Abercrombie & Fitch or Banana Republic, places that had nothing remotely close to my swelling size. So, I was restricted to browsing for shoes and accessories, the only things that would fit me, and of course holding everyone else’s shopping bags like a pack mule. On a particular trip to the mall near the end of the semester, I grew tired of waiting around while they tried on their haul, so I went outside. That’s when none other than Nancy stopped me and asked if I’d take her shopping bags with me. Having no problem with my role as the group’s bag girl, I grabbed the bags and waited outside the store. It wasn’t until later, when we’d returned to the dorm, that Nancy showed off the clothes that she’d hidden inside those bags she’d entrusted to me—clothes she hadn’t paid for—that I realized she’d made a thief of me. The act of tricking me into stealing for her didn’t even hurt as much as the fact that she was willing to see me get in trouble so she could add a few cute, collared shirts and knee-length skirts to her expansive wardrobe. That was my worth to her. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I was sick and tired of playing second fiddle to everyone. When I got a minute alone with Nancy, I told her how I was feeling. The resentment, the embarrassment. All of it. I even told her that I wanted to start hitting the gym. That’s when Nancy showed her true colors. “No don’t do that Kassy! Hmhm! If you lose weight, I’ll need to think of a new nickname for you!” Nancy teased in her usual lighthearted way. “That’s great, because I hate being called, ‘big apple!’ It’s humiliating when everyone reminds me I’m overweight!” I complained finally letting the truth spill out. “If you didn’t like it… Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Nancy questioned sounding a little concerned. “Because I just wanted to fit in… And I don’t need everybody knowing I’m sensitive about my weight.” I plainly said, doing my best to explain. “You shouldn’t be. I think it suits you.” Nancy smiled at me, as she put her hand upon my gut and tenderly rubbed it. “Nancy…” I muttered, as she leaned her face closer to mine, eventually planting her lips directly upon my own. Frozen in place, petrified by confusion, fear, and excitement, I just stood there receiving Nancy’s luscious lips for a moment while I tried to decide if I was in fact dreaming or not. As I felt Nancy’s hands digging into my love-handles, her tongue slowly slithered and began dancing against my own, in response I lurched backward and gasped, “Nancy?? What are you doing??” “Isn’t it obvious? We’re kissing. And it seems like you like it.” Nancy devilishly smiled, as she took another step closer to me. “Nancy… I’m not a…” I stuttered, trembling with a strange mixture of emotions. Putting her hand upon my lips and silencing me, Nancy spoke confidently, “Me either, but come on. Everybody’s a little bi in college.” “But why me? I’m so fat… and you’re so…” I managed to squeak before Nancy shut my lips. “I prefer big girls.” Nancy hummed, as it all started to make a bit more sense, “If you promise to keep this a secret, we can have some real fun together. I promise you’ll love it.” My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. I’d never had any interest in girls before, but Nancy was different. Was I mad at her for constantly making me feel invisible to every guy that came up to us when we were out? Or was I mad that in those moments she seemed more interested in them than she did me? I was too mixed up to really know in the moment. The one thing I did know was that getting kissed by Nancy Newman made me feel more alive than I’d felt since I’d arrived at college. So, ignoring the voice of caution screaming out in the back of my mind. I went, as I all too often did, for instant gratification. “I promise, this will be our little secret.” I hummed, while Nancy gave me another kiss as a reward, this time I didn’t resist. I’d never been kissed before, and Nancy was experienced. For a few moments, it felt like I was in heaven… Then Nancy said something else, as her hands lustfully returned to my belly. “Do you think I could… Umm… feed you by hand? It would turn me on so much!” “O-okay, sure…” I replied, helpless to resist. Turns out Nancy wasn’t just bisexual, she was a feeder, something I did some homework on after she stuffed me silly and took me to a happy place I’d never been before. Turns out she wasn’t just into bigger girls; she was into making girls bigger. With winter break on the horizon, my little taste of excitement was all I had to hold me over when I returned home for winter break. I’d put on almost 20 pounds my first semester of college, and Nancy was intent that I pack on more, much more. Over winter break, we texted every day. She wanted pictures of my belly before and after meals. Nothing turned her on more than the prospect of me growing even fatter, so grow fatter I did. My parents didn’t comment on my weight and my friends… What friends? All I had was Nancy, so I did what made her happy. I ate, and ate, and ate. If I sent Nancy a picture of my stuffed belly, I got a text message reward: *You look like you’ve eaten sooo much!! I just wanna kiss your beautiful belly!* Her praise and attention were more nourishing to my self-esteem than anything else. So, I continued falling down the feedism rabbit hole. When we got back to school in the spring, our friends were a little concerned I’d somehow managed to gain nearly another 20 pounds over break, but Nancy was thrilled with my progress and wanted more. Everyday our nightly study sessions were replaced by stuffing sessions and then as Nancy liked to refer to it, pleasure time. And pleasure me Nancy did like nobody had ever done before. She was assertive in the bedroom, and I just did whatever she said. The enthusiasm she pleasured me with was the only reason I was okay with the fact that she continued seeing other people while we were hooking up. I was her secret main squeeze during the weeknights, and she’d hook up with random guys most weekends, perhaps to maintain appearances around our friends or because her lust for sex, much like her appetite, was simply insatiable. That semester, I gained almost 40 pounds. I’d started college weighing around 180-pounds, I’d started the spring semester closer to 215 pounds, and I ended my freshman year at a whopping 255 pounds. Gaining 75 pounds was noticeable. Our friends judged me for it, I know they did, but Nancy did her best to keep them from confronting me about it. After all, she wanted me happy, so I’d gain more weight for her over the summer. And that’s exactly what I did… By the time Sophomore year started I was close to 300 pounds, I thought Nancy wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off me, but when we reunited things were different. We hooked up a few times in private, but when we did, it seemed like her attention was elsewhere. Two weeks into the fall semester of sophomore year, I confronted her about it and to my absolute horror Nancy told me she had lost interest in me and that she was breaking up with me. I protested as strongly as I could, but Nancy was serious. She’d moved on. Shoving me onto my bed, she took my phone and deleted all records of our communications with one another. Then she threatened to exclude me from our group of friends if I ever mentioned our secret relationship to anyone else. I thought she was bluffing, but the next week everyone froze me out for no reason. When they broke off the silent treatment the following week, I was told it was because I was “just being annoying.” But I knew better. I knew Nancy was just sending me a message about how replaceable I was. At that point, I’d stopped being angry, or heartbroken, or whatever you want to call it. Part of me had always known Nancy was an impulsive opportunist that was simply using me for my fat body. I only let her use me for so long because it felt good, and I didn’t think I had any better options. A week after she’d broken things off with me, I’d stopped wanting her to change her mind about seeing me again. Our relationship, if you want to call it that, was always toxic. She’d butter me up to get what she wanted, and then just toss me to the curb when she was satisfied. She never cared about me, she just liked that I was overweight and an easy target to manipulate. I didn’t want to get back together with her. I just f*cking wanted revenge. And I was willing to put up with any level of cr*p from my “friends” in order to make sure I got it. Someway, somehow, Nancy Newman would suffer for how she treated me. NANCY I first met Professor Geneviève Wolfe, my freshman year, around the time I started secretly seeing Kassy. During the fall of Freshman year, I worked out often at the college gym, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays this foxy lady would usually stop by between 1PM and 2PM to do squats in the basement when none of the male sports teams were down there. At 31 years old, 5’9 and roughly 160lbs, Professor Wolfe was not particularly athletic but was clearly someone who still went to the gym every other day or so. She always kept her dark hair a professional-looking medium length and wore a pair of smart looking glasses, perhaps to distract from the sheer beauty of her model-like face. With perky b-cup breasts, a soft trim waist, firm but meaty thighs, wide hips, and an absolute dump truck of an ass, Professor Wolfe was a pear-shaped beauty through and through. She was bookish, and fit, not a meathead at all. I actually had no idea she was faculty until I offered to spot her one day when she was squatting, and she started talking about the classes she was teaching. I kept my cool, pretended to be interested in what he was saying, ogled her ass every time she wasn’t looking, and we continued talking, eventually deciding to go for a run together on the indoor track. I had to jog slow so she could keep up, I think all that junk in her trunk weighed her down. While we talked, it turned out we had a lot of similar interests, such as hiking, fashion, cooking, and an unhealthy fascination with jewelry making. After meeting her, I started fantasizing and getting off to the thought of fattening her up each and every day, especially when I was feeding and getting it on with my casual-feedee friend-with-benefits Kassy. My obsession was unhealthy, made worse by my constant attempts to run into her at the gym and say hello to her whenever I got the chance. Through our few brief conversations together over the course of the semester, I learned two important things, she was single, and that her ex had been a girl! So, over winter break, I enthusiastically registered for one of her courses in the Spring and decided on a plan of action. I was going to take my infatuation with her to the next level and seduce her, slowly. Unlike sheepish submissive Kassy, Professor Wolfe was going to be a trickier puzzle to crack, she was confident, outgoing, quite charming and… well… faculty. Student-faculty relationships were strictly prohibited by the University, but the forbidden nature of this challenge made it all the more exciting to me. I was never one to be deterred by a challenge. The more difficult the chase the more worth it I knew she would be. Just the thought of turning a bonified sexy professor into my subordinate feedee drove me wildly lustful to no end. When Spring finally rolled around, operation ‘teacher’s pet’ was a go. Yes, I was seeing Kassy pretty much every night and fattening her up to my heart’s content as an outlet for my sexual desires for my professor, but she was just too easy. I needed more of a challenge, so when I wasn’t stuffing Kassy silly and enjoying her big body as she fattened up, my attention was on breaking the ice with Professor Wolfe. In her intro to psychology class, I played the part of a good student. I’d show up a few minutes early every class and make a point to greet her with a smile, say hello, and ask her how her day was going. I wanted her to appreciate my friendly and outgoing nature. In class, I paid attention, I acted interested in the material she was teaching, I participated in class discussion, answered her questions, took great notes, stayed off my cell phone, avoided daydreaming. I made sure I truly looked interested in every word Professor Wolfe was saying. I knew being a good student alone wouldn’t seduce her, but it was important groundwork for what was to come later. My academic interest seemed to please her, and that was enough for now. During this first phase of my plan, I kept my outfits school-appropriate, but wore clothes that flattered my awesome figure. Instead of crop tops, and short shorts, I wore collared shirts and knee-length skirts. I wanted to catch her eye each and every day in a good way, so I never wore the same outfit twice. I did my best to look more elegant and mature than my peers and probably managed to look neat and polished consistently enough to achieve that goal. I wanted to appear professional, and for Professor Wolfe to see me more as an equal than an immature student. Once I felt like I had established my sincerity as a good, interested student, the next phase of my teacher’s pet plan began. First, I wanted to start conveying my interest in her through my body language. So, whenever she looked at me, I started trying hold her eye contact a little longer than normal and smile to see if she’d smile back at me. She usually would. I’d nod slightly whenever I felt she thought she was making a great point in lecture to make her feel validated and like I agreed with her. I’d even drop my pen and have to bend over to grab it just to give her ample opportunities to see what my fit body had to offer. “Oops! Clumsy me!” I started going to her office hours. I’d ask for help with assignments, talk about exam prep, ask her to proofread my papers. I think she was impressed with my work ethic, but mainly I just wanted to stick out among the crowd of students she had this semester, I wanted to form a bond. My belief was that familiarity would lead to fondness, so I tried to get as much face time with Professor Wolfe as possible to increase the likelihood that she’d develop feelings for me. I started e-mailing her, asking questions about homework, sharing my thoughts on discussions or ideas brought up in class, sending her articles I thought she might find interesting, anything to make myself stand out. I made sure to stay professional but started getting a little playful with my use of emojis, something Professor Wolfe also tended to do in her e-mails. After a few weeks of my plan, Professor Wolfe and I organically started engaging in conversations unrelated to class. After class and during her office hours I would inquire about her hobbies and interests, and she’d ask about mine. I asked her about her background and how she came to be a professor and she asked me about what my passions were. The plan was slowly working. We were growing closer. We weren’t just Professor and student anymore; we were becoming friendly. I even got her a little gift. Professor Wolfe mentioned a book she was interest in during class, so I bought her the book, wrapped it up, and left it on her desk with a little note that read: “I was thinking of you and thought this might make you happy! -Nancy” When she tried to return the book to me the next day, I didn’t shy away from telling her that I really liked her, as a professor, and wanted her to have it. She accepted my gift and thanked me profusely. We were growing closer each and every day. One day before class, she felt comfortable enough to confide in me that she hadn’t had enough to eat for breakfast, after class I rushed to get her a donut and a muffin and brought them to her in her office, she said I was a life saver while I watched her scarf both of them down ravenously. I’d never seen her chow down before, and by god it was so sexy. She had a sweet tooth! What luck! I made it a habit to stop by her office hours with pastries and snacks for us to share from then on out. Another day before class, Professor Wolfe complained about feeling tired, so after class I got her a creamy and fattening latte from Starbucks. She was so happy she hugged me after I handed it to her. Feeling her embrace me almost made my heart explode with unrelenting joy. Another habit was born, I’d bring two coffees early to class, one for me, and one for her so it wouldn’t look too suspicious. To my fellow students I probably did seem like a goodie-two-shoes teacher’s pet, but in reality, my plan was working better than I could have dreamed. As time flew by and the end of the semester neared, all those extra fattening pastries, snacks, and lattes had clearly taken a toll on Professor Wolfe’s figure. It was probably 10 or 15 pounds at most, but it was enough that it was noticeable. She’d begun to sprout a beautiful **-belly. I couldn’t resist how tight Professor Wolfe’s professional clothing now hugged her bottom-heavy frame. That dump truck of hers was positively popping in everything she wore, and I was obsessed with it. I decided it was time to drop a more serious hint about my attraction to her. I left a box of chocolates in Professor Wolfe’s campus mailbox during finals week with a handwritten note signed: “Your secret admirer…” She had to have known it had come from me. Professor Wolfe was many things, but stupid was not one of them. The next day, she sent me an invitation to a holiday mixer of sorts she was hosting at her house at the end of the semester, after final grades would be submitted. It was then I knew it was on. She’d received my message loud and clear. A week later, I headed over to her place for the mixer scantily dressed in a pair of high-waisted jeans shorts, and a revealing yellow crop top. The time for subtlety was over. I’d spent an hour on my makeup, and I knew I looked absolutely flawless. I’d checked my top to make sure I was showing a tasteful amount of cleavage before ringing the doorbell and joining the party. Her house looked nice, but not as nice as she did dressed as a thick university professor. Compared to her elegance, I felt like a slut about to go clubbing. Music was in the air; the place was filled with a lot of students. It was a pretty casual get together, with everyone just sitting around, talking, having lemonade and snacking on fruit. Even though I felt I must have looked out of place, Professor Wolfe made me feel comfortable with the way she reached for my hand and welcomed me in. I kept things professional at the party, but I just had a feeling that it was the right time. As I conversed with my professor, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to pounce on top of her and rip her sexy work clothes right off of her. As we continued to talk, I started flirting a little bit, I couldn’t help myself. It was like I needed to complement her on everything. As the mixer continued, I knew I wanted to get her alone, but I knew I couldn’t be obvious about it. So, I came up with a plan. I waited until the party was winding down and ‘accidentally’ left my cell phone in her bathroom, hidden, so nobody else would find it. Once there were only a few people left, I thanked Professor Wolfe for the hospitality, she seemed so sad I was leaving, and I walked down the street toward my dorm, just far enough away I could see when the last car left the driveway, and the last guests had all left. Then I headed back toward her house to retrieve my phone. I was pretty nervous walking back up to her front door, but I just told myself that I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. The worst thing that could happen was for her to tell me ‘No!’ once I made a move on her. Plus, the semester was over, so it wasn’t like I ever needed to see her again. So, I knocked on the door. She answered it with a knowing grin. The reddish lipstick she had on earlier had been replaced by a dark shade of black. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the wolf was showing her true colors. “Nancy, forget something?” She winked, as she handed me my phone and signaled for me to follow her in with a simple tilt of her gorgeous face. Speechless, that she’d seen through my plan, I followed her in and sat with her on the couch. The only thing I could think to say was, “How’d you know I left my phone here? I hid it under the sink.” Reaching for a glass of wine on her coffee table, it took me a moment to realize she was handing it to me. As I patiently accepted the glass and took a big gulp, she reached for a glass of her own, took a little sip, and replied knowingly, “You left right after you went to the bathroom, didn’t take me long to put it together.” Blushing intensely, as my heart beat uncontrollably, I gulped down the rest of the wine Professor Wolfe had given me to help calm my nerves. “Haha, slow down, I have more.” She laughed, while I embarrassingly coughed thanks to drinking too fast. Putting her glass of wine down, she took a moment to gently put her hand on my back and give me a few pats to help me settle down. Her touch felt amazing. It was then I noticed her reach for a piece of chocolate, from a box that looked familiar, and pop it into her mouth, savoring it. “Thanks for the chocolates by the way. Godiva is probably my favorite brand, but seriously, are you trying to fatten me up or something? Because, if so…” She teased, as she gently grasped my hand and placed upon her soft swollen tummy, “It’s working. This belly went from being flat and thin to thick and rounder than a doughnut! I should really undo the button on my skirt before it undoes itself.” I didn’t know what to say, while I gripped her gut and watched her take off her belt and unbutton her skirt. Lustful thoughts filled my head, I wanted her right there and then. The unspoken attraction between us was simply too much for me to handle, so I leaned forward and just kissed her, while groping the little beer gut she’d developed this semester thanks to me. She seemed surprised at first but intrigued. It took her a moment to commit to it but commit she did. Before I knew what was happening, our tongues were touching, and we were undressing each other. “The teacher’s pet is a naughty girl after all…” She purred, as she threw my top across the room, and unbuttoned my jeans, “I like naughty girls. Wanna know what I do to naughty girls?” “Yes… Professor…” I managed to stutter desperate to find out what was going to happen next. “Semester’s over. I’m not your professor anymore and you’re not my student.” She teased me, as she yanked my jean-shorts down my legs. “So, should I call you… Umm… Geneviève?” I inquired, still probably sounding quite nervous, while kicking off my shorts. I’d never been intimidated by anyone I hooked up with before, but somehow my pudgy professor put me in a submissive place I’d never been before. And the strangest thing was… that I actually liked it. Like, really liked it. “Eww, no. Only my parents call me that. My friends call me Gemma. Call me that.” She ordered, as she tossed off her blouse and smiled at me, “So, do you want the naughty girl treatment or what?” “What’s the naughty girl treatment?” I asked probably sounding more excited and intrigued than I intended, as my eyes couldn’t get enough of Gemma in her lingerie. She looked full, thick and delectable. “You’ll love it. I promise.” Gemma smirked, as she grabbed me by the hair and led me out of the room rather roughly. It was an unbelievably naughty move. I’d never been bullied around like this before. It was a pure adrenaline rush. I was all in! Before I knew it, she led me into her office, pushed me down over her desk, and spanked me right then and there. She was stronger than she looked, she actually made me yelp with excitement. After another three or four playful slaps, she turned me around and she started aggressively making out with me right there on her desk. At one point all her books and papers started tumbling off the desk and onto the floor, but we didn’t even stop! She didn’t hold back or hesitate; she was just all in too! The foreplay really did it for me, so much so I didn’t protest, not one word, when she pulled out a pair of cuffs from her desk and restrained me. Bending me over the desk yet again, I got to watch as she dug back into her desk drawer and pulled out a big strap-on. This time I did voice something, inexperience. “I’ve never done it with a strap-on before.” “Don’t worry, you’re gonna love this. Dildos are way better than d*cks. You never have to worry about a dildo being soft or too big or too small, it can’t accidentally get you pregnant, and it never has to throw up all over your tits. A strap-on is just for a woman’s own pleasure. A dildo doesn’t need to be satisfied; its only job is to satisfy you.” Gemma explained, as she finished getting it on, “You ready for this naughty girl?” “Yesss.” I hissed too horny to say anything else. For the next hour and a half of my life, on and off, I had toe-curling sex with my hot psychology professor and Gemma made me climax no less than four times. I didn’t even know it was possible for me. It was the most intense and primal sexual experience I’d ever had, and I needed more. When it was all said and done, for the rest of the night, we just hung out on her couch laughing, talking and drinking. There was nothing awkward about it. She was really mature about the whole thing, cuddling with me as long as I wanted. When I woke up next to her on the couch in the morning, I felt something I’d never experienced before. Serious infatuation. And… I don’t know… Maybe even… Love? GEMMA I should have known Nancy was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but instead, after she piqued my curiosity, I let her seduce me, because I honestly wanted her to. After my ex dumped me for someone thinner and traditionally prettier it was flattering to be sought after by someone so physically flawless, and so emotionally attentive. All I’d ever wanted out of a relationship was appreciation and admiration, and Nancy gave me each of those in spades without asking anything in return. She was an amazing student, an even better friend, and an even better girlfriend. When I’d first met the girl, I’d carried no more 160 pounds on my tall frame, I wasn’t perfect like Nancy, but I was quite confident that I was doing well for myself in the realm of desirability. I sensed Nancy’s intensions the first day I met her but chose to ignore my instincts. Instead, I was friendly, professional, and encouraging. I was surprised when she showed up in my class the following semester, but the more I got to know the teacher’s pet, the more I started to like her and the more I began to realize that she truly liked me. Her hints were sometimes subtle, sometimes not, but she maintained boundaries and came off as someone very mature for her age. And then, I picked up on her little strange fixation… One day early in the semester I’d let slip that I hadn’t had enough to eat for breakfast. Later that day she’d brought me a donut and a muffin much to my relief, but when I started digging in, I noticed something. It was her eyes. The eyes never lie. When I sunk my teeth into the donut she’d gotten me, there was joy all over her face. At first, I thought she might have just been happy that she’d made me happy, but by the time I’d moved onto the muffin, I could tell she was receiving as much, if not more, pleasure just by watching me indulge, than I probably was as the one indulging. Nancy Newman liked watching me eat. A strange observation that I found oddly… attractive. My suspicions were confirmed quite quickly, as the teacher’s pet brought me little snacks and treats on and off from that day onward. She wanted me to eat more and more. I knew she liked it, so I gave her what she wanted and after a semester with her as my student pushing food in my direction, somehow the teacher’s pet had managed to elevate my weight all the way up to 178 pounds. That’s how much I’d weighed when we’d first hooked up. She couldn’t get enough of my curves, my butt, my hips, my thighs, but especially the newfound potbelly I had grown. She didn’t just like watching me eat, she loved watching me gain weight as a result. She loved my flaws and imperfections just as much as my assets and strengths. But Nancy Newman was also a feeder. Something I’d encountered once before when I myself had been her age. I knew what she wanted, and I thought that knowledge would give me some control over her and our relationship. And at first, it did. She was willing to do anything for me, if I let her feed me. I used this knowledge to tease her, boss her around, and even control her, for a time. I didn’t mind playing at being a feedee, as long as I got what I wanted as well. Her complete and total submission to me in the bedroom. In the early summer, I was in charge, and I laid down some ground rules. While the taboo nature of our relationship was undeniably part of the spark that brought us together, the university was quite clear on forbidding student-Professor relationships, and the consequences for getting caught would be catastrophic to my career as an academic and Nancy’s chances of getting a college degree. So, she wasn’t to register for any of my classes anymore and we were not to associate on campus at all. In fact, I was even okay with Nancy fooling around with other people for now for appearances sake. Our relationship needed to remain a secret and I think Nancy understood that. Although, she was annoyingly insistent about wanting to hook up in my campus office at least once, so I drew a line in the sand and told her flatly that such a thing would never happen since it was too risky. “No if’s, and’s or but’s.” Seeming to accept my authority on the matter, Nancy accepted my terms, and our forbidden relationship took off. I said when she could visit, I said what she could feed me, and I was in charge when it came to getting intimate. That’s the way I’d always liked it, and it seemed Nancy was content with that. She was the most obedient sub I’d ever had, until I started putting on more weight. In June, I gained 10 pounds. No big deal I thought. Most of it went to my ass, hips and thighs, as usual and Nancy couldn’t get enough of my pear-shaped frame. I was letting her feed me every time she visited, and I even found myself starting to overeat even when she wasn’t around because she would constantly text me begging me to indulge and send her pictures. I hated to disappoint, so I ate, and ate, and ate. By the end of July, I had gained another 15 pounds. 25 pounds in two months was a lot. I’d gone from 178lbs to 203lbs. My bottom-heavy figure exploded in size. My ass swelled outward, my hips widened, my thighs ballooned, and my belly blimped outward so far that one might have thought I’d been knocked up. My hips were knocking things over left and right, and my ass was getting stuck in chairs. I was packing on weight so fast my ass seemingly couldn’t even hoard all the extra calories to itself, even my breasts started swelling with newfound fat. In early August, I told Nancy that enough was enough, and that I would be reigning in my weight before the school year started. I drew another line in the sand and Nancy respected it, just like she always had before. At least I thought she did. After all, she offered to help me, she was interested in fully taking control over my diet and exercise. She told me that it appealed to her feedist tendencies even though she’d be helping me lose weight. I believed her. So, I gave her an inch, and she took a mile. The first day I gave her control she starved me and made me run nearly five miles with her. I’d always been somewhat athletic, but at 203 pounds, I felt like a blimp next to her flawless 125-pound physique. Exerting myself in the summer heat without any nourishment was a nightmare. Slow and heavy, my ass, thighs, and belly were all competing to see who could jiggle the most. Then the teasing started. I’d never experienced this side of her before, Nancy was equal parts playful and relentless: “Come on, this is nothing. Move your fat ass Gemma! *Slap*” “If you wanna banish that big belly, you better speed up slowpoke! *poke*” I thought her jabs and prods were all good fun to motivate me, but she wasn’t motivating me. She was subtly deflating my confidence so she could extend what little control I’d given her over me into even more control. She was making diet and exercise so unappealing to me to encourage me to give up my desire to slim down. All so she could pamper and worship my body, as she made it grow fatter and fatter. “F*ck… I’m so out of breath… I need to stop.” I gasped halfway into what would be my last slow wobbly jog a few days into enduring Nancy’s harsh weight loss methods. “What’s your problem? I thought you wanted to get back in shape? If you want to stay fat and weak, by all means, keep bending over and sucking in air like you used to suck down chilly fries.” Nancy cattily prattled at the speed of light. Arching myself upward, I clutched my growling belly. Standing next to flawless Nancy I couldn’t help feeling inferior, I wanted the teasing to stop. I wanted her to worship me again. So, I surrendered, and voiced my weakness, “I could really go for some chilly fries right now…” “Alright. If you insist.” Nancy smiled, knowing I’d fallen into her trap, while she lovingly placed her hand on my gut and teased, “You tried your best, so you deserve a reward.” And just like that, Nancy succeeded in getting me to give up my aspirations to lose weight before the semester started. With my attempts to slim down well and truly over, I fell back into Nancy’s pampering with gusto. I was no longer in control over how much I ate or how much Nancy fed me. She was in charge of my intake, and only when she was well and truly satisfied with how stuffed she’d made me, would she allow me to assume the role of the dominant one in our relationship for our acts of lovemaking. Although, each and every day, she stuffed me a little more, so much so that dominating her was becoming a little difficult for me. I think seeing me increasingly struggle drove Nancy wild. I knew she’d make a play for dominance in the bedroom one day, and to be honest, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious just what she had in store for me. Over the month of August, I gobbled up enough junk food to cause my pudgy body to plump up another 18 pounds, making me look quite chubby around the time I returned to work in September. At 221lbs, all of my work clothes had grown too small for my thickening figure. I had to go shopping for a new wardrobe much to Nancy’s excitement. My coworkers were polite about the change in my physique, although one of my department’s receptionists crushed my confidence when she asked me one day when I was due. To make matters worse, at the start of the semester I learned Nancy had disregarded my warnings and joined one of the classes I was teaching. At first, I was furious with her, but she quickly made it up to me, vowing to let my fat ass sit on her face as often as I wanted to for the whole month. Nancy was amazing at oral sex, so I accepted her apology with gusto. So, for the month of September there we were, sharing a classroom during the day and a bedroom at night. It felt naughty, it felt risky, and that mixture only made our time spent together all the spicier. As September neared its end, I’d managed to gain 11 more pounds, putting me around 232lbs. Nearly four months after we’d first hooked up at the end of May I’d gained 50 pounds. I’d gone from thick academic to chubby and overweight, heck who am I kidding, Nancy had turned me into a submissive fatty everywhere except the bedroom. That’s when IT happened. I should have seen the warning signs, but in my arrogance, I didn’t let myself. Nancy was the forbidden fruit I just couldn’t seem to resist. It was only now, when it was well and truly too late to regain control that I realized her submissive tactics had finally served their purpose in her plan to claim complete dominance over me in our relationship. I should have suspected something when Nancy lulled me into taking a few shots with her before our usual bottle of wine we liked to nurse before we got into foreplay. I was always more amenable when I was **, Nancy knew what she was doing. She got me **, ordered enough pick up for a family of four, took me with her to get the food, and then took me to a drive-in movie, and used one hand to stuff me silly, while her other hand unbuttoned my hopelessly tight skirt and started fingering me, edging me, for the better part of two hours. After the movie, I was stuffed to the point of temporary immobility and complete putty in her hands. She stopped by my house to let me lay down and rub my swollen belly for a little bit before filling me up with more booze. When I really couldn’t resist, she blindfolded me, and led me back out to the car. I didn’t know where she was taking me, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I was excited about what she had in store for me. It was getting late for a Saturday night. She parked my car, helped me to my feet and marched me right where she wanted me. The building was empty, save for myself and my naughty little lover. She snuck me into an elevator and began kissing me, as it took us to the third floor. In the back of my head, I was worried she’d taken me on campus, but I trusted Nancy not to do anything that stupid. When the elevator doors opened, she marched me down a hallway and pushed me into a room with a very comfy chair. After sitting me down, she cuffed my hands to its soft arms and took off my blindfold. We were in my office. “Nancy, what the f*ck…” Was all I could slur in my drunken state. “Sush, don’t ruin this for me.” She chastised me, putting her finger on my lips and silencing me. Without skipping a beat, Nancy locked the door. She kept the lights on but was quick to lower the window shades. Then she dug into her gym bag and unveiled her surprise. Donuts, boxes of cream filled donuts. I should have known. Nancy was enamored with feeding me all manner of delectable delicacies. Anything that would serve to fatten me up more than she already had. It was finally happening. We were finally doing it. Crossing the last line, I had drawn in the sand. And to be honest, in the moment, I couldn’t have been more thrilled. “We are going to have sex in your office tonight, but first I need you to eat everything I put in front of you. Okay?” Nancy cheerfully explained, as I simply nodded and opened my mouth obediently. Giving her control felt dangerous, but that feeling of risk was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of it. Horny to high heaven, a dozen donuts went down easy, Nancy had trained me well. The second box was more challenging. I hit my wall on the sixth donut of the second box. “Just one bite left. Come on.” Nancy lustfully whispered in my ear, while the cocktail of emotions inside of me kept me teetering on the edge of satisfaction. There was the fear of getting caught, mixed in with my lust for my beautiful girlfriend finally turning the tables on me and taking charge. “I really shouldn’t.” I weakly protested. My belly felt like it was about to explode. I was surprised the buttons on my shirt hadn’t burst off yet, they felt like they might just snap off if I took in too large of a breath. “Please, do it for me. I wanna see these buttons burst off you.” Nancy whined, giving my gut a loving rub and dangling the donut in front of my face. I was far too tipsy and horny to resist her, so even though I didn’t want to, I reluctantly opened my mouth and let my secret girlfriend stuff the last of the chocolate donut deep into my mouth. As I swallowed it in full, I could feel the buttons on my shirt slowly coming apart at the seams. Nancy’s eyes widened, as I took in progressively more air to help the process along and my belly swelled. One by one, the buttons containing my belly slowly started to pop off. Each one appearing to please Nancy more than the last. After four buttons had shot around my office, Nancy straddled me, sitting on my lap and kissed me with the ferocity I’d come to expect from her. I could hardly keep up in my completely overfed state, but I tried. I was so turned on; I was all but begging for her to take me. I think she got the message, as she paused to marvel at the massive swollen mess I’d become. “I can’t believe you ate so much tonight.” Nancy giggled, “you’ve blossomed quite bit these last few months, but I’m gonna make you so much bigger. Would you like that? Nothing would make me happier. Well, almost nothing.” Too stuffed to talk, I watched as Nancy leaned over and grabbed something else from her gym bag. My strap-on. “You seem a little too tuckered out to take charge tonight, so how about you let me do the work, okay? Fattyyy.” Nancy teased lustfully, while she squeezed my inflated gut. I simply nodded too horny and helpless to resist. She’d broken me, and I loved her for it. KASSY I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had to literally pinch myself, so I knew I wasn’t dreaming. Nancy Newman was f*cking Professor Wolfe with a strap-on after stuffing her silly in her own office! As I filmed what was happening from my phone, I thanked my lucky stars that Nancy hadn’t bothered to close the blinds on her new f*ck buddy’s office door window. This dirt was exactly what I needed for my revenge! It wasn’t luck that I so happened to catch Nancy and Professor Wolfe in the act. I’d been following Nancy all night, and I’d been onto them for almost a week now. Ever since I’d gotten a glimpse of Nancy ogling a photo of the professor naked and stuffed to the limit on her phone before lunch one day. Nancy had been unusually absent from the social side of college life this month. It had been a mystery that now had an answer. She’d been screwing around with a professor. A professor that had gained quite a bit of weight since the previous year. It was obvious to me what was happening. Nancy had found herself another victim to fatten up and dominate. That’s why she’d thrown me to the curb. Unfortunately for that victim, her vulnerable position as a compromised professor was now my best leverage against Nancy. Once I felt I had captured enough evidence, I sent the video to my e-mail and snuck out of the building as slowly and awkwardly as I’d snuck into it. My 300-pound body didn’t allow me to move fast in any circumstance. Thanks a lot Nancy. I had pictures of the two of them canoodling at a drive-in and video of them doing it in Professor Wolfe’s office. The only question that remained in my head while I excitedly waddled back to my dorm, was what to do with this d*mning dirt I’d come across. If I submitted it to the proper campus authorities, I could get Nancy expelled and Professor Wolfe fired. Such an outcome felt like justice in my mind. But I didn’t want justice. I wanted revenge. The information I now possessed was a potent form of power over Nancy Newman, that I could do literally anything with. I didn’t want her expelled, not yet. I wanted to make her suffer. I wanted to ruin her reputation. I wanted to degrade her like she’d degraded me! So I got to brainstorming the specifics of my revenge… NANCY Mission completed. In no time at all, I’d turned my foxy professor in to my latest prized piggy. Normally I’d start playing the field, looking for my next challenge, but I was stuck on my feelings for Gemma. As much of a dream come true f*cking her in her own office had been. I actually wasn’t sure if I preferred taking charge or having Gemma take charge of me. Either way, I loved her. Like actually loved her. It was crazy to admit to myself, but I’d actually caught feelings for her that I couldn’t shake. I mulled over my feelings all week but kept coming to the same conclusion. I was actually invested in the relationship. I didn’t just want to use her for my enjoyment, I wanted her to find joy and succeed in all areas of her life. For the first time since we started seeing each other, I was kinda upset we couldn’t officially date. I was proud to be her girlfriend, and I wanted people to know. “I know.” Kassy muttered to me, snapping me out of my thoughts while I was approaching my dorm room on my way back from Gemma’s class. The hallway was empty, but there Kassy was, waiting for me in my doorway with a liter of coke and a bottle of peanut butter in her hands. “Huh? Know what Big Apple? What are you talking about? And why are you carrying around a bottle of soda and peanut butter?” I replied, as my former conquest simply rested her arms on her globular belly and glared at me. “I know about you and Professor Wolfe.” She clarified, while my heart fluttered at the mention of my girlfriend’s name. Looking left, and looking right down the hallway, I quickly forgot about the soda and peanut butter, unlocked my door and pulled Kassy inside with me, “I don’t know what you think you’re saying fatso, but if you…” “I have proof.” Kassy taunted, as my eyes widened with worry, “pictures of you two together, and video of you umm… asserting dominance in her office.” Instantly I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I started sweating. Panic filled my brain, “Wha-what? Kassy… What do you want? I’ll, I’ll, I’ll…” Then it all made sense. “Ohh… You want to start seeing each other again. Hahaha, oh my gosh Kassy, look we can totally work something out. There is no need to get so serious about this.” I nearly started laughing with relief. “I wouldn’t want to start ‘seeing you’ again for a million dollars. I don’t want you back, you vile manipulating b*tch! I want you to pay! I want revenge for everything you put me through!” Kassy growled, as I gulped with worry yet again. “Revenge? For what? I showed you how to fit in! How to have fun! And not to mention rocked your freaking world! You were a virgin before you met me!” I reminded her with an assertive poke to her enormous belly. “I was also half the size I am now. I don’t owe you anything. You used me.” Kassy swore with more nerve than I’d ever seen from her before, “Unless you want me to pass on my evidence to campus authorities, you’ll do as I say from now on.” “Are you… blackmailing me?” I muttered in disbelief of what Kassy was threatening me with. “Yes you idiot. That’s exactly what I’m doing.” Kassy snapped. “Look, I don’t have any money, okay?” I spat too disgruntled to really keep myself cool. “I don’t want money.” Kassy shook her head. “Then what do you want from me?” I wanted to know. “You like playing games, so I made a list of rules for you to obey from now on. If I catch you breaking any of them. Ever. I turn over what I know, you get expelled, and Professor Wolfe loses her job. Understand?” Kassy revealed, as cold as could be. “Yeah, I get it. What exactly are these rules I have to follow from now on?” I growled not liking this for a single second. “Starting today, you’re only allowed to wear your hair in pigtails from now on.” Kassy revealed, as if such a thing was some kind of scary punishment. I paused for a second to see if she would say anything else, but after I few moments of silence I couldn’t help bursting out laughing. “That’s it? That’s the best you could come up with? Haha? Oh my god, you’re such a joke!” I couldn’t help but lash out toward my b*tch of a frenemy standing in front of me. “That’s just the first rule. Trust me. They get better.” Kassy growled, as she cleared her throat and burst, “From now on, every liquid you consume in public much be carbonated. Each meal you eat in public must be the most fattening option you have available. In public, you’re banned from using any utensils. You’ll be eating with your hands from now on, no matter what you eat. Every day you must eat a jar of peanut butter in front of me and drink a liter of soda to wash it down. From now on, you need to help me lose five pounds every month and you need to gain 10 pounds. If for any reason I don’t lose five pounds in a month, and you don’t gain 10. You’re toast. If you don’t let me weigh you on the first and last day of every month, you’re toast. Oh, and I almost forgot, this is the best part. You will not be allowed any new clothes as you gain weight, you must keep trying to squeeze into your old ones. If they rip or you pop out so be it. Once you well and truly run out of clothes that fit you from your wardrobe, you still can’t buy new clothes, but you can start borrowing mine.” “You can’t be serious.” I shot back unable to comprehend every horrifying thing Kassy just rattled off to me. “I’m serious b*tch.” Kassy growled, as she shoved the liter of coke and bottle of peanut butter into my hands, “get to it. Or else.” GEMMA It was difficult pretending that everything was normal, lecturing in front of my class, when things had been anything but normal the entire academic year so far. Everything had changed once Nancy and I got caught by her vengeful frenemy, Kassy. And it started with Nancy’s ego. Nancy thrived off of power, and because of her own recklessness she’d been mostly robbed of it. Against her will, she was suddenly forced to dramatically change her hairstyle, eating habits, purchasing decisions, and even her coveted ideal body weight. The loss of control over such basic and personal things drove Nancy crazy to no end, and I couldn’t blame her. If I were in her shoes, I probably would have felt the same way. Luckily Kassy showed no interest in making my life miserable, just Nancy’s. Nancy wasn’t too fond of her new hairstyle. Not one bit, but somehow, she made it work. Some of her friends even started copying her when this whole blackmail scheme started in early October. It was like something out of Mean Girls or Pretty Little Liars. Nancy was forced to eat like a slob in public, scarf down fattening foods, and gulp down carbonated beverages, but her gluttonous displays did nothing to ostracize her from her friends or decrease her popularity among her many suitors. Nancy was just too perfect and adored for her social status to be sullied by a few embarrassing belches and a near constant food-baby. Nancy tried to act like Kassy’s revenge was no big deal, but each and every day I could tell her irritation was building. Perhaps to compensate for the loss of agency over her own life, or as an outlet for all her suppressed rage toward Kassy, Nancy came to increasingly dominate mine, and not just sexually. If she had to drink carbonated drinks whenever she was in public, suddenly so did I. If she had to eat with her hands, so did I. If she was to gain 10 pounds a month, I was to gain 20. It was petty, it was misdirected, but strangely I loved it. She might have hated having someone else dictate her behavior, but I had grown to love Nancy exerting control over mine. For so long I’d always been the dominant one in my relationships, taking a back seat continued feeling refreshing. As a loyal girlfriend and smitten lover, I was willing to do anything, except style my hair in pigtails, to make her feel better about the terrible situation she now found herself in. After all, she was enduring such degrading humiliation for our sake, so we could remain together for however long we managed to placate Kassy. So, I let her feed me, stuff me silly, and fatten me up to her heart’s content. The bigger I got, the more lustful she became towards me. In some sense, even though I was inhabiting the role of submissive in our new relationship dynamic, I wasn’t just gaining weight, I was gaining some measure of control over her yet again. When I was well and truly immobilized with food, I physically might have been helpless, but in those moments, there wasn’t a single thing Nancy wouldn’t do to pleasure me beyond belief. Getting that little taste of control every other night or so served to give the dominant side of me hope that one day I might regain control of things with my temperamental lover. However, that hope was always suffocated by breakfast the next morning. 20 pounds a month was a tall order, even for me, and Nancy was ruthless with making sure that I remained the fat one in the relationship. A month into our new relationship dynamic, I knew it was going to take some time for the full effects of Kassy’s revenge to truly manifest themselves. Even so, Nancy was still getting a taste of the trouble she was in for. Being blackmailed into gaining 10 pounds a month was a difficult task for someone with such a fast metabolism. Over the month of October, Nancy ate her heart out, but only succeeded in packing on seven pounds, so she’d had to resort to stuffing herself silly with three pounds of fast food before her weigh-in. She’d even begged me, her feedee, to help force her to keep eating once she reached her limit. Feeding Nancy was an interesting experience. For the first time, I began to see why she liked it. There was something sexy about shoving food down her throat, working more food into her swelling belly, her desperation not to disappoint Kassy. It appealed to my dormant dominant side. That part of me was curious to push Nancy further, but for now, all I could do was obey. Seven pounds gained in October were followed up with 13 pounds packed on in November. At roughly 145lbs, Nancy’s flawless hourglass frame was slowly and stubbornly filling out in a rather flattering way. Her large breasts blossomed outward in fullness, as did her hips, and ass. When her stomach wasn’t stuffed to the brim and rounded as a result, it was still rather flat looking, just a touch softer than it had been before. To any outside onlookers, Nancy’s flawless figure had fattened up in all the right places. Heading into winter break, Nancy’s popularity, her pretty privilege, remained intact. Over the months of December and January, I saw less of Nancy than I did during the semester, but we kept in touch. Kassy’s blackmail remained in full effect, so Nancy dug deep and scarfed down enough food over the holidays and new year to pack on another twenty pounds before she returned to campus in the spring. 20 pounds of extra cushion continued the trend with Nancy’s figure. Bigger curves, thicker thighs, but some of the extra weight found its way upon her midsection forming an obvious belly. Aside from her mother giving her a hard time about her weight, Nancy complained about her group of high school friends being critical of her rapidly expanding figure. Foreshadowing how her college friends would react upon her return. The same behaviors that had been overlooked by her friends in the Fall, increased belching, gluttonous stuffings, sloppy eating habits, now drew criticism. Suddenly, after plumping up a little bit too much, Nancy wasn’t untouchable anymore. Packing on 40 plus pounds had really changed the way Nancy filled out her rapidly shrinking wardrobe. At 165lbs, outfits that used to flatter her incredible waistline now dug into her softened sides, causing an inch or so of newfound flab to form into tiny rolls and clump up around the edges of her clothes. The most obvious difference I saw was when Nancy attempted to squeeze into a pair of jeans with those ‘fashionable’ rips in them only to discover that the way she filled them out now, her legs just bulged out of the holes. Another 10 pounds gained by the end of February, and Nancy couldn’t even button those jeans anymore. At 175lbs, I could see that the Nancy sitting in the back of my classroom was a far cry from the 125-pound one who’d first seduced me. But even now that she was growing pudgy, maybe even a little chubby in places, I still couldn’t get enough of her. It was oddly exciting having sex with a growing partner. Every 20 pounds she gained, it felt like she’d gotten a boob job. Nancy had lured me in with her fit and flawless figure, and now that it was growing, I found her even more irresistible for some reason. Perhaps it was because, as she rapidly fattened up, Nancy’s dominant facade was slowly wilting before my eyes. She was insecure about her growing belly, and thicker arms. She still remained in control of our dynamic, but I could see holes developing in her self-confidence, insecurity beginning to seep in, creating openings for me to plant some seeds to eventually assert myself. Emboldened, by Nancy’s softer, less intimidating appearance, I even summoned enough courage to tease her after one of my classes let out at the end of February. She was the last person in the room aside from me. She was sitting in the back all by herself, dipping her pointer finger into a jar of Nutella, then a jar of peanut butter, and then sticking it into her mouth and sucking her finger clean. “Miss Newman? You know I have a rule against eating in class.” I chastised in a playful tone, as I wobbled my colossal, nearly 300-pound, pear-shaped body over to her. I hadn’t been gaining 20 pounds a month, but I’d still gained nearly 70 pounds since September thanks to Nancy’s obsessive efforts. “Ugh… *Burp* Not now. I feel terrible…” Nancy whined in response to my little joke, clearly in no mood to play along. Instead, she just gripped her belly and lamented, “I can't believe how big I’m getting. And I’ve still got another 28 months to go before I graduate…” “That’s another 280-pounds…” I muttered, as I noticed the way Nancy’s bottom half filled up much more space sitting in her chair than she used too. “Oh my god, you’re right… I never thought about it like that… F*ck… I’m gonna be so fat… You’ll still love me, right? Even if I end up gaining all that weight?” Nancy questioned with a delicious hint of vulnerability and insecurity in her voice, while she dug her finger into her Nutella again and continued the process of trying to finish her peanut butter. “If? You mean, ‘when’” I teased, asserting myself for the first time in a long time, while standing above her and letting her get a good look of my belly, “You’re already gaining it. You went from looking like a girl that’s never eaten a slice of cake to a girl that looks like she’s been having a few too many juicy burgers.” “I do not.” Nancy’s eyes narrowed apparently not liking my attempts to playfully jab her. In response, rather than backing off, I decided to double down, “You sure about that? Every day it seems like you outgrow another outfit from your wardrobe. The tank tops that still fit you ride up and expose that cute gut you’re growing. You’ve swapped out all your pants with buttons for sweatpants that are stretched to capacity trying to contain that thickening ass of yours. How many have you ripped just by bending over?” “A few…” Nancy momentarily blushed, before her sharp mind thought of a way to turn my inquiry on its head, “How many pairs of pants have you ripped this year?” “More than you have probably, haha” I couldn’t help, but acknowledge, adding, “I can’t even wear above the knee skirts anymore.” “Why’s that?” Nancy wondered. Turning around and bending over slightly for Nancy to get a good look at my mammoth ass, I explained at my own expense, “My butt’s so big the back rises up. I’m scared of the mildest breeze.” “Hmhm! Quit making me laugh. I’m trying to be sad.” Nancy smiled, seeming to perk up and out of whatever bad mood she’d appeared to be in. “Sorry, no can do. It’s my job to make you feel better.” I replied pouring on the cheesiness and opening up my plush arms for Nancy to stand up and hug me. Checking the door to make sure the coast was clear, Nancy quickly turned her attention back to me and leapt into my arms for a big hug, before whispering in my ear, “You know what would make me feel better?” “What’s that?” I played along. “Feeding you a big dinner.” Nancy hummed, as her hand worked its way to my belly and squeezed lustfully. “Oh yeah? How many plates are you gonna feed me?” I questioned with some excitement. “Lots.” Nancy promised, licking her lips. “Annnd, how many are you going to eat?” I teased, too horny to resist, “You look like a girl that likes to gulp down an extra helping or two.” Acknowledging my challenge to her authority, Nancy dropped the sweet voice and replied more threateningly, “You’re feisty today. I’ll have to put you in your place later.” “Why wait? I could eat now.” I offered, like the good feedee I was. “Kassy wanted to weigh me… f*cking b*tch. I’ll head over once I’m done to deal with you.” Nancy managed to mutter while biting her lip and a firm poke to my expansive belly. I could tell from her tone, that I was in for it tonight, and boy was I excited. KASSY Whoever said revenge was a dish best served cold didn’t know what the f*ck they were talking about. Emotional detachment be d*mned, I was loving every moment of ruining Nancy Newman’s life. She’d scoffed at my list of demands when I’d first confronted her with my leverage, but she had no choice but to comply. She tried to act tough and pretend like my set of embarrassing rules she now had to follow weren’t bothering her, but I knew better. She was able to maintain a certain denial about her circumstances those first few months. Nancy started off so skinny that it took a while for the excess weight to really become noticeable. Nancy was blessed with good genetics and an ideal fat distribution, but such gifts only spared her true humiliation for some of Sophomore year. By the end of the Spring semester, it was undeniable to me and everyone around her, that Nancy Newman was getting chubby. She started the year with abs and ended it with soft fluffy flab. She’d weighed somewhere between 125 and 130 pounds before I got involved, by the end of sophomore year she’d just managed to eclipse 200 pounds, and it was only a slight taste of what was to come. While Nancy was concerned with hitting her monthly poundage quotas, I was concerned with melting the fat Nancy had pushed me into gaining. There was no better statement I could make in signaling to her that any power she’d once had over me was gone. Five pounds a month wasn’t easy, not by a long shot, but the ace up my sleeve was Nancy. I kept her around to save me from myself. When I was too weak to stick to my diet, I had Nancy step in and remove any source of temptation. If that meant that Nancy needed to scarf down a few pieces of cake that were calling my name in the cafeteria, then so be it. If it meant that I needed her to eat a bag of chips for me so I wouldn’t, then she’d take that calorie bullet for me. If it meant that she needed to drink for me when we were out at parties with our friends, then she’d have to drink for two. Over the summer of Sophomore year, I kept tabs on my target, and made sure she was holding up her end of things. Sure enough, when Junior year rolled around, Nancy Newman returned to campus roughly 35 pounds heavier than when she left. At 200 pounds, Nancy was chubby for her height, at 235 pounds, chubby was probably too generous a word to describe her. Her flawless face had filled out, along with the rest of her. As a Junior in college Nancy Newman now had chubby cheeks, a double chin, breasts that had grown too large and heavy to retain their previous perkiness, bra bulge, upper arm fat, love handles, a spare tire, a wide and thick butt with no muscular definition, stretch marks and cellulite. I’d ruined her and I couldn’t have been happier. Our friends, who had once skirted around Nancy’s growing weight issue the previous year now saw an easy target. For the first time in a long time the negative judgement passed over me and landed squarely on Nancy. It was easy to understand why. I was still a little bigger than Nancy, but I’d been losing weight for a whole year and she’d been rapidly gaining it. As I lost weight, I bought the clothes I needed to in order to flatter my figure, while Nancy was stuck trying to squeeze into hand-me-downs from me that didn’t fit her properly because our bodies were completely different shapes. I was apple shaped, and Nancy was an hourglass. Clothes that looked good on me, that minimized the size of my midsection and highlighted my slimmer extremities, made her look thick and chunky by comparison. But ruining Nancy’s clothing and waistline were only one small sliver of factors I engineered to make her fall from grace unavoidable. Thanks to my rule about carbonated drinks, Nancy had become a gassy girl in public, completely unable to withhold daily embarrassing belches. When she was still skinny, our friends and Nancy’s admirers were able to laugh off such slobbish behavior because she was still conventionally sexy, but now that she’d eaten herself out of the realm of conventional desirability, she received no such concessions anymore. Now when she burped it grossed people out, caused people to chastise her, and caused Nancy to blush uncontrollably. She’d been able to somehow pull off wearing pigtails everyday sophomore year, but Junior year, the hairstyle really highlighted just how much her face had swollen up. People didn’t get why she dressed so inappropriately, looked so unkept, and acted like such a slob, but regardless Nancy’s external transformation fueled a big shift in how she was treated. Where once Nancy was able to get whatever she wanted from men and women alike just with a simple wink and a nod, now she was learning that her pretty privilege had run out. She couldn’t get classmates to loan her notes, preferential treatment at bars, or even favors from our group of friends. Slowly, but surely, Nancy was filling a role in our group that I had filled since freshman year. I decided that the time to hammer the nail in the coffin was Halloween. I’d lost almost 15 pounds since the semester had started, and Nancy had gained just over 20. I now weighed 234lbs, and Nancy was pushing closer to 256lbs. For the first time since we’d known each other, even though I was shorter than she was, I didn’t look as fat as Nancy did, especially dressed in a flattering dress with some cat ears on, while Nancy on the other hand… “I am not going *burp* out like this.” Nancy pouted, as she sat with her doughy butt smooshed against my bed and her fat arms spread out to support herself, while I finished applying blue make-up to her nose. A deep-dish pizza box lay empty on the floor, two liters of soda lay empty near my pillow, the contents of which now fully resided in Nancy’s rapidly bloating **-belly. “Why? You make a fantastic Violet Beauregarde.” I giggled evilly, as I pinched her exposed mushy love handles, causing the gassy girl to let out another modestly loud belch. I didn’t have enough blue makeup to paint her whole-body blue, just her nose, but lord I wish I could have. Would have really sold the fat blueberry look I was going for with her. “Violet Beauregarde didn’t have pigtails.” Nancy complained, while one of her meaty arms moved to flick the hairstyle she’d increasingly come to hate. If Nancy Newman wanted sympathy from me, she was barking up the wrong tree. “And Violet Beauregarde wasn’t a two-timing b*tch sleeping with her psychology professor. What’s your point?” I cattily countered with a powerful flick to the side of Nancy’s swollen breasts. “Ouch!” Nancy hissed with anger before recalling the fact that I effectively owned her and murmuring a submissive, “Nothing.” “That’s what I thought.” I growled asserting myself. “Do you at least have a *burp* bigger sweatsuit? I’m *burp* bursting out of this one.” Nancy continued whining, as she lifted up both her arms and watched as the overly tight blue sweatsuit slid upward over her belly button before attempting to tug it back down to cover her round belly to no avail. “That’s kinda the point of the costume. Haven’t you seen the movie?” I questioned, causing Nancy to roll her eyes. “I’ve seen the movie. It’s probably some of the first fetish fuel I remember watching.” She admitted in a moment of frank honesty. “What do you mean?” I inquired slightly curious. “Nothing.” Nancy replied, closing up and crossing her hefty arms across her girthy body and resting them upon her shelf of a belly with another belch. “Fine. I don’t care anyway.” I shrugged, as I turned from her and walked to my closet, “I got you something else for tonight. Think of it as an accessory to your costume. I heard your stomach growling earlier, and since I need you to keep getting nice and fat, well… See for yourself.” I watched as Nancy attempted to scooch forward and lift herself off my bed, but her weight was now severe enough that her efforts merely caused her to jiggle her fat body and scoot a few inches forward. Once upon a time, skinny Nancy with her tight abs would have been able to boost herself off my bed with ease. Now fat Nancy with her huge layer of soft and squishy fat surrounding her waist had to literally rock herself back and forth a couple of times to push herself off my bed with the help of her doughy arms. It was a fat girl move, if ever I’d seen one. It took the blonde blimp a moment to find her balance and waddle toward me in her constricting blue sweatsuit to catch a glimpse of the surprise I had in store for her in my closet. Once she saw it, she gulped and grunted, “No. No f*cking way. Are you serious?? Blueberry pie? What the f*ck Kassy? I’m not eating that in public. Not when I’m wearing this crap. No way.” “You’ll do what I say pig. If you know what’s good for you.” I replied coldly like I wasn’t messing around. A look of defeat overcame Nancy’s cubby face, and the wide load slinked her head down and waddled toward my closet to grab her latest punishment. The pie was a big one, custom ordered from a local bakery. It was double the size of a regular pie and most definitely very fattening. “And I have to eat this with my *burp* hands??” Nancy muttered, her voice sounding a little shaky. “You bet your fat ass.” I smiled, not showing an ounce of regret. “How can you do this to me? This is literally so humiliating.” Nancy whined yet again. “It’s easy. I just remember how you used to treat me.” I spat, as Nancy avoided eye contact. She knew I was right. Deep down, she knew what I was doing was justified. She was just pissed I’d gained the upper hand over her. “I’m sorry.” Nancy quietly muttered, taking me completely by surprise. “W-what?” I couldn’t help but echo not believing my ears. “I’m sorry for how I treated you. I get why you hate me. Could you just maybe find it in your heart to not make me do this? Nobody is going to look at me the same way again if I go out like this and spend the night stuffing my face with *burp* blueberry pie.” Nancy muttered grasping onto her belly to perhaps try to quell it from making her continue to belch. “News flash Nancy, even if I believed you were actually sorry, I wouldn’t let you off the hook. You think you can still puff out your lower lip and get what you want? Your appearance may have changed, but you haven’t. You’re still the same rotten brat on the inside. And I think you always will be.” I replied without hesitation. “But…” Nancy tried to complain before I stood up to her and put my finger on her lips to silence her. “But nothing fat girl. Shut up and grab your dessert.” I spat with some venom. Puffing up her upper lip in anger, Nancy shoved my hand away from her face and seemed ready to growl something else at me, but before she said anything, she bit her tongue and changed her tone, “Okay. Fine.” While she approached the pie and bent over to pick it up, I could feel the anger radiating off of her. As her ass strained the fabric of my old sweatpants to their limit, I could hear the seams beginning to tear before a loud *rip!* filled the rom. Gasping with surprise and embarrassment, Nancy balanced the pie in one hand, and promptly sent her other hand to inspect the damage her ass had done to my sweatpants. The rip was right down the crack of her ass, her undies were on full display. It was in this moment of vulnerability that I decided to twist the knife, “How does it feel to be the fat girl now?” “Not f*cking good. Now I have to change.” Nancy complained. “You’ll do no such thing.” I snapped putting my foot down, “You’ll stuff your face like a good fat girl. And all of our friends will see you for the spoiled pig you really are.” The look on her face the moment I said that was pure humiliation. Taking a nervous gulp, she knew she had no alternative but to obey every word that came out of my mouth. Revenge really was sweet. Probably sweeter than the pie Nancy was going to have to scarf down in front of everyone tonight. Probably. NANCY I was helpless. Helpless to make a big fat fool of myself day in and day out for the rest of my college career. Kassy made that truth quite evident that horrible Halloween night. I’d become a big fat laughing stalk. The fat friend, as Kassy put it. The only saving grace in my life was that Gemma was always there to pick me up when I was feeling down. Watching my once prized body grow fatter each and every month was a humiliating experience for me. I was a feeder. A dominant one at that, and yet I was being made to stuff my gut on demand, whenever my former feedee said so. It was a tough fate to swallow, but with how much food I was packing away on a daily basis, I was getting a lot better at swallowing my shame and drowning it in all manner of junk food. I never thought I’d find comfort in food, but after my reputation had been shattered, and I’d outgrown every last piece of clothing that previously could have fit me, the only things I had left to enjoy was Gemma… and food. So that’s what I did. I ate when I was in bed, I ate when I was in class, I ate when I was with Kassy, I ate when I was with Gemma, and I ate when I was all alone. Eating was my coping mechanism, it dulled the humiliation I was experiencing when I popped a button in class, or got stuck in a chair, or when I got winded from simply waddling around campus. After that Halloween incident, the writing was on the wall. I had 19 months of college left, and 190 pounds left to gain. Five months later, I was 300 pounds, only 60 pounds lighter than Gemma, but almost 100 pounds heavier than Kassy. My social life wasn’t dead, but it was on life support. My friends liked to keep me around for pictures. Having a girl in the group that was three times the size of everybody else, other than Kassy, certainly made them look better by comparison, but that was usually the extent of our familiarity. At parties they avoided me like the plague. I wasn’t cool anymore. Nobody wanted to talk to me, nobody wanted to play drinking games with the whale. I’d just get ** and then wander over to Gemma’s house to drown my sorrows in ever increasing amounts of fattening foods. I was paranoid Kassy would catch me breaking one of her rules, so when I didn’t want to eat cake or spaghetti with my bare hands, I had Gemma feed me. It was humiliating to order my feedee to feed me, but that’s what my life had come to. Over the summer, I mostly avoided my parents and opted instead to stay with Gemma. My mother wouldn’t quit pestering me about my weight, and all my high school friends just ripped me to shreds when I showed my face anywhere. It was weird. It turned out that without my good looks, I had a lot fewer real friends than I thought. Gemma was the only one who stuck by my side through it all, she was the only one who loved me for more than just what I looked like. By the time senior year rolled around I’d caught up to my feedee in size. At 370 pounds, our sex lives had changed quite a bit. Our added bulk made a lot of positions we used to enjoy rather difficult. So, Gemma bought and installed a heavy-duty leather sex sling in her office to make things a little easier. We took turns taking charge, but more often than not I was so swollen from gorging myself all day that I willingly gave Gemma the reins for our sexual escapades. Over the course of my senior year, my circle of friends shrunk as I continued to grow. Suddenly I was too fat to take pictures with them or sit at the lunch table with them. I was an embarrassment, so I was excluded. I kept an eye on my former pals from afar, mostly from social media, praying for their misfortune. As the year progressed, I noticed that most of the group were beginning to fill out a little bit, aside from Kassy, but compared to me they were all still twigs. I wondered if Kassy had anything to do with them plumping up, but in the end, I didn’t care to investigate. My senior year lasted eight months, which meant I had to pack on an additional 80 pounds onto my already overfed 370-pound hourglass frame. At the rate I was eating, it wasn’t hard to keep my gain going. When I wasn’t going to and from classes, I was stuffing my fat fact like the world was about to end. Although I continued to fatten up Gemma, she reached 400 pounds around the time I hit 450. I was fatter than my feedee, and shorter, so the extra weight really was noticeable in comparison. Gemma’s ass was still bigger than mine, but that was it, and I was catching up quickly in the booty department. Life as an ultra-fat college coed wasn’t easy. Getting out of bed was exhausting, getting dressed was exhausting, getting around campus was exhausting. I was always out of breath. Always burping. Always slow. Always clumsy. Always bumping into people. It was like I was wearing one of those supersized sumo suits, except I could never take it off. Aside from Gemma and my lust for food, the prospect of freedom from Kassy’s cruel domination kept me going whenever I wanted to give in and surrender. It felt like it took ages, but with graduation finally on the horizon, my tormentor only had one last command that I had to follow before I was finally free to be with the one I loved without fear of financial ruin. “Why did she *pant* want to film me *wheeze* running?” I babbled in exhaustion, as I finished my second lap of Gemma’s yard and waddled along trying to continue my third. “Hmhm, I don’t think what you’re doing qualifies as running darling.” Gemma teased, while filming me struggling from her porch. “This is as fast as I can go.” I gasped lamenting how horrible I was feeling. Exercise used to be something I rewarded myself with back when I was athletic, but now it was a nightmare. I was painfully out of breath, moving my thick legs took tremendous energy that I simply didn’t possess anymore, and my belly was bouncing around so hard that I could hardly keep my balance with each and every additional step. Needing to catch my breath, I stopped, doubled over and wheezed, “Does she just want to tape this so she can see me suffer?? Or do you think she gets off on it?” “Who knows and who cares. It won’t matter once you graduate next week.” Gemma reminded me, trying to keep my spirits up. “Do you think that was good enough? I don’t think I have it in me to keep going.” I muttered trying to recover. “I guess it will have to do. Now let’s just film the last thing she asked for and be done with her.” Gemma replied, as she took some time and helped me up. Getting up on my own nowadays was too much trouble for me. “What’s left? She just wants a recording of me eating?” I questioned too exhausted for my brain to function normally. “She wants you to eat a buffet of foods in one take. She was specific about how much she wanted you to eat. She was also specific about what she wanted you to wear. I’ve got everything prepared on the kitchen table, but you’ll have to change first. The clothes she wants you in are in the bathroom.” Gemma explained, as I wobbly headed toward the bathroom to quickly shower and change. It turned out Kassy wanted me to make a pig of myself in the kind of tight-fitting professional attired I loved seeing Gemma squeeze into. Kassy had picked out a short skirt with pantihose, and a button-down dress shirt for me to wear and to my surprise I fit into them, barely. Reentering Gemma’s kitchen, I was careful with how I walked. I felt like any misstep might just break the clothes I was wearing right off me. When I saw how much food Gemma had prepared for me under Kassy’s orders my legs started trembling. Pasta with meatballs, an assortment of breads, butters, and cheeses, short ribs practically dripping off the bone, mashed potatoes, pizza, ice cream, brownies, and cannoli. There was also a camera on a tripod pointed right at the head of the table where I was going to have to sit while I attempted to eat everything. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Kassy wants me to eat all of this??” I gushed a little intimidated by the feast laid out in front of me. “On camera, in one take, no breaks. And you know the drill, gotta use your bare hands.” Gemma added, as if I needed to be reminded. Sitting down at the head of the table, Gemma’s stylish wooden chair creaked and groaned loudly when I sat down upon it. I could almost feel the wood warping to try and accommodate my massive weight. Craving my freedom more than anything, I replied to Gemma with a confident, “Bring it on.” Without a moment to lose, Gemma served me my first course. The assortment of cheeses, breads, and butters. Carbs and fats were no problem. I washed them down with a liter of soda and pushed onward to the mashed potatoes. They were creamy, and filling, but my stomach had grown in size, and I was able to polish off the dish in full. Although, my skirt was beginning to feel uncomfortably tight, and as my belly bloated, my fat oozed outward and began to place more and more strain upon my shirt’s buttons. Letting out a few belches, I moved on to the pizza, as Gemma cheered for me. I was slowing down now. The amount of bread Kassy had demanded that I eat was staggering. It took will and determination, but I was able to make short work of the pizza even though I was beginning to feel in over my head. In my tight clothes, it was getting hard to breathe, my breaths had to be shallow or else I’d likely burst out of the confining garments I was wearing. The pasta was next and eating it with my bare hands was sloppy. I was covered in sauce and I’m sure I was giving Kassy everything she wanted to see in the recording. I must have looked like quite the fat hog. My mouth was so tired I didn’t even bother chewing the meatballs, I just swallowed them whole, much to Gemma’s amazement. After taking in more soda to clear my throat, I plowed through the last of my pasta despite the growing discomfort and pain I was feeling. By the time I made it to the short ribs, I was exhausted all over again. Daring to sneak a glance at my bloated stomach, as if just staring at it would relieve some of the increasingly uncomfortable pressure I was feeling, I could see it had swollen in size and appeared taut, testing the limits of my skirt’s, and shirt’s buttons. I ate one rib, then another, and another, before I knew it, like everything else, I’d gulped every last morsel down. As I let out a little belch that I had stuck in my throat, I heard what I thought was the chair beneath me creaking again, but the sound wasn’t quite that. It was the stitching of the button holding the waistline of my skirt together. For several moments, I tried not to breathe, as I looked down and watched as my belly slowly surged forward bringing my skirt’s button to the brink of popping off. A millisecond later that’s exactly what happened, punctuated by the sound of tearing cloth, as my unhindered belly swelled into the open space in front of it, right upon my massive lap. As my undeniably-stuffed belly lurched forward and outward to its maximum extent, my shirt suffered the same fate as my skirt. One by one, my taut stomach began to burst the buttons completely off my shirt until only one remained in the space between my cleavage and my rotund gut. Clutching my exposed belly, I could feel it churning and groaning. I’d reached my limit, but I still needed to stomach dessert somehow. As I was beginning to despair, Gemma moved a chair next to mine, sat down next to me and slid her hand over to the inside of my thigh. “You’re almost done. You’re doing great. I can’t help you, but I’m here for you. You can do this.” Gemma assured me, as I weakly smiled at her, still unsure of myself. I had a week until graduation, I could always reattempt to get Kassy her revenge porn sometime before then. That’s when Gemma’s hand shifted closer toward me, snuck beneath my skirt and undies, and then squeezed between my folds of fat until she reached my clit. “You can do this.” Gemma reiterated, as she began rubbing me just the right way to get my mind thinking of something else other than my painfully swollen stomach, “Eat.” I was too exhausted to talk, so I just obeyed. I reached for my dessert and did what Gemma said, as she continued to gently pleasure me. I’d done something similar to her on a number of occasions, but she’d never tried something like this on me. In all honesty, I loved it. Her touch eased my self-doubt and helped numb me to the forceful amount of calories I was cramming into myself. As I continued to eat, my belly groaned and swelled to its biggest extent yet. I felt ready to pop in more ways than one. Gemma’s little finger massage had brought my fat self to the brink of an orgasm while I tried to swallow the last of my dessert. That’s when it hit me. Moaning and belching uncontrollably, Gemma rocked me to my core, while I was too helpless to move a single inch for fear of bursting. As I tried to contain the pure joy coursing through my body, I couldn’t stop my obese body from shaking uncontrollably like an earthquake. In response, the chair beneath me suddenly gave way with a sharp crack. My swollen body went down to the ground with it, the impact caused the last of my clothes to burst off me. As I lay on the ground gathering myself, I couldn’t move. The weight of what I’d just done immobilized me. Thanks to my gluttony, I was finally free of Kassy for the rest of my life. I could do whatever I wanted. Publicly date whoever I wanted. Work wherever I wanted. Eat whatever I wanted. I could have my life back. The happiness started hitting me around the time Gemma helped me into her bed to sleep off the last of Kassy’s vengeful commands. “How was it?” Gemma asked me, sounding tentative for some reason, not celebratory. “The stuffing? The orgasm? Or being done with Kassy?” I sighed too exhausted to deduce what was bothering her. “The stuffing.” Gemma muttered looking guilty. “It was rough, but I guess it could have been worse.” I admitted, as I needed to know, “Why do you ask?” “Because… I… forgot to hit the record button.” Gemma admitted looking horribly embarrassed and fearful. “Please tell me you’re joking.” I sighed, as the pace of my heartbeat quickened with worry. “I’m not…” Gemma replied gritting her teeth. “If I could move, you’d be in so much trouble.” I growled, as Gemma gently placed a hand upon my gut and massaged me. “Then I guess I better not let you move anytime soon.” Gemma teased, as I saw a dominant look in my feedee’s eyes that seemed to tell me something. My feedee might have just become my feeder…

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AUTHOR'S NOTE (UPDATED JULY '16): I based this story on an animated TV commercial that a few of you might remember in its original incarnation. It was broadcast on ABC (for those of you not in the States, one of the original “Big Three” broadcast networks) on Saturday mornings beginning in the early 1980s as part of that network's “Bod Squad” series of public service messages. The commercial was basically a warning against the consequences of oversnacking. Fortunately, it lives on in various uploadings on YouTube, where it probably has gotten far more views than it ever did in its initial run. And I’m glad that I could do my part to help the meme live on. This story was originally posted in the Weight Room at Dimensions Online and more recently on DeviantArt and Fantasy Feeder (don’t even get me started on the latter). I have recently modified this story...no real substantive changes, but I did replace a few dated references. Please feel free to comment here or message me to let me know what you think! -- TJ (a/k/a Augmentor) Part One Feeling bored and blue, Sarah Weller plunked down in the futon in her studio apartment. Just a few months prior, she had had a great job, a serious boyfriend, and the promise of a wonderful two-week summer road trip with her two best friends. But that was all gone now. Now she was unemployed; the formerly prosperous Internet company for which she had worked had since gone under. Her boyfriend of three years, Paul, had dumped her, offering her only some lame, vague explanation about "needing his space." And Amy and Diana had both cancelled their plans for the long-awaited road trip...which may have been the most bitter disappointment in this series of misfortunes—the anticipation of the trip was one of the few things that helped keep Sarah's mind off of her recent bad luck streak. Sarah still had not found steady work and held out little hope for finding another job that would be anywhere near as good as the one from which she had been laid off. But she had managed to save enough money to tide her over for a while, supplemented by her modest unemployment checks. With no back-up plans, Sarah had nothing but empty hours ahead of her. For the past month, she hadn't done much of anything except putter around her apartment. Mostly she watched TV, as she was doing now. With the remote control in one hand and the other hand twirling a strand of her layered, chin-length, almond-colored hair, Sarah aimlessly flipped through the channels. (She used to chide Paul for doing the same thing; she wondered what he would think if he could see her now.) Sarah sighed dejectedly and restlessly switched positions on the futon. She surfed through old sitcom reruns, talk shows, and nature documentaries, and finally let the channel rest on an informercial for some kitchen gizmo. Her turquoise eyes, usually bright and shiny, were glazed and dull from countless hours of staring at the TV screen. Sarah began to zone out as the host enthusiastically demonstrated the grating, chopping, and blending capabilities of the wonder product. Sarah's drowsy TV haze was interrupted as several shapes appeared in her line of vision. Sarah gasped. Alarmed, she sat up and found herself surrounded by six or seven squat, blobbish clay-colored humanoids. They looked rather harmless—comical, even—and they seemed oddly familiar somehow. She wondered, was it possible for someone to be so depressed that she started hallucinating? Or had she finally gone completely insane? She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and did a triple take...the creatures were still there. But Sarah was neither crazy nor imagining things. The creatures were in fact Munchies, mischievous imps who delighted in making people fat. Sarah was the perfect target. With her boredom and blueness, she was susceptible to overeating, a weakness that the Munchies exploited to the hilt. The Munchies had been doing their work on Sarah for months now. Using their special powers to make her munch when she wasn't even hungry, they had taken full advantage of Sarah's vulnerability. Now Sarah would mindlessly reach for snacks to fill herself up. At first, it was a piece of pie here, a candy bar there. But as Sarah became sadder and lonelier, the Munchies had more frequent opportunities to pile the pounds on her. They were only too happy to accommodate her new gluttony. On trips to the grocery store, Sarah would stock her cart with fattening goodies, scarcely realizing what she was doing. To top it off, Sarah's lifestyle had become almost completely sedentary. She used to work out conscientiously, but her motivation had dwindled, and she had gotten lazy. Her once-toned body had quickly gone soft and flabby. But Sarah barely seemed to notice the change that had come over herself. If Sarah had a job, she would no doubt realize that her work clothes no longer fit her, but she preferred to wear baggy casual clothes for lounging around. Today she was wearing khaki cotton shorts—once several sizes large, now almost snug—and a once-oversized white t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of the gym where she used to work out. The Munchies' modus operandi was always the same. They would appear whenever Sarah was sufficiently bored or feeling down; then they would proceed to stuff her silly. (Lately, that was every day.) She never remembered these incidents. After she had gorged herself into a stupor, Sarah would drift off to sleep. She would wake up flabbergasted by the empty containers and wrappers strewn around her, but she would dismiss her vague recollections of being fed by globular midgets as fragments from some ridiculous dream. At this moment, the Munchies appeared very real to Sarah. She was now staring wordlessly at her unexpected visitors. They wasted no time on niceties. "It's time for you to start munchin'!" said one of the little creatures. "But I'm not even hungry!" Sarah argued. "Here, munch this!" said one of the blobby little creatures, thrusting a large bag of potato chips at Sarah. "B-But I don't want these!" she said. Sarah feebly tried to resist but found her willpower too fragile. No sooner had she spoken than then she found her hand reaching into the bag. She began stuffing chips into her mouth, crunching greedily. "And there, munch that!" said another Munchie, handing her a can of cheddar cheese dip to go with her chips. Sarah popped open the can and scooped up heaping amounts of cheese on each chip. Within minutes, she had polished off the entire bag and was licking the very last dollop of cheddar cheese dip from her finger. "More! More!" said another one of Munchies. He handed Sarah the phone. Before she knew what she was doing, she had placed an order for a large cheese pizza. The Munchie whispered something in her ear. "Better make that two. Extra large. With the works," Sarah told the order taker. "Oh, and can I get a side of bread sticks to go with that? And a two-liter of Pepsi, please." An hour and a half later, Sarah lay on the futon, the empty pizza boxes on the floor beside the half-full Pepsi bottle. She rested her hands on her distended belly, moaning deliriously. The Munchies had watched the entire spectacle with delight, egging Sarah on and applauding with each slice she had devoured. "Dessert?" said one of the little creatures. "Noooooo..." groaned Sarah. "Please...I've had enough...I feel like...like I'm gonna explode..." Her shorts were tight and cutting into her waist. Just as she reached down to unbutton them, one of the Munchies grabbed her hand and began to pull her out of the futon. Then the others quickly gathered around, giggling and chattering, and lifted her up. "Hey! What are you doing?!" Sarah protested. "Where are you taking me?! Put me down!" She struggled briefly, but she felt her body go slack and realized that she was powerless. They carried her to the kitchen, and set her down in front of the refrigerator. Immediately, the little creatures opened the fridge door and began to grab food off of the shelves. One Munchie handed her a piece of chocolate cheesecake, a leftover from an earlier binge a couple of days before. "Too much," mumbled Sarah. "Too..mmmmmmmmmm," she trailed off, her cheeks bulging with cheesecake. "Atta girl!" said the Munchies. "Here, have some of this!" said another Munchie, handing Sarah a spoon and pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. "No no no no no no no!" protested Sarah, as she tried to wave them away. But the creature insistently held out the container to her and Sarah relented. "Noooooo...I can't...I can't..." said Sarah, even as she opened the container. "Shhhhhhhhhhh," coaxed the Munchie. "A little ice cream will make everything all better." Sarah helplessly began shoveling spoonfuls of the ice cream into her mouth, despite her overwhelming fullness. But her belly was nearing full capacity, and as Sarah neared the bottom of the container, she swallowed each successive spoonful more slowly and with increasing difficulty. At last, she choked down the last remaining spoonful, and set the empty container and the spoon down on the counter with finality. A little rivulet of melted ice cream dribbled from her lips.