by kid a » Thu May 16, 2019 8:34 am
Part 10
“Excuse me, young lady - I don’t recall saying you were finished.”
Scott stood above Daphne with a scolding look on his face as she fell back into the sofa in exhaustion. It defied logic, but normally she was nearly able to keep up with his pace and demands regarding her complete devotion to gluttony. Each day, she awoke to a larger and more “acclimatized” body - a true work of art for a dedicated feeder such as her boyfriend.
But this shake....even for her, had admittedly been a workout. So decadent...so delicious...but SO filling. As she sat there, the gigantic dome of her jiggling belly pressed uncomfortably into her large and saggy breasts. She was completely stuffed from this particular weight gain shake, and as she looked at Scott holding the blender with nearly a quarter of it remaining, Daphne wasn’t sure she was up to the task.
“You know what I always say, pumpkin,” Scott cooed with a grin. “No pain...”
Daphne sighed and reached for the shake. Her huge, blubbery upper arm wobbled like jello as she clutched the handle of the blender and rested it atop her bulging paunch for a moment. She took a deep breath and brought it to her lips; the triple chins that now adorned her fat face merged into her soft and pillowy neck as she raised it in the air and chugged and gulped to finish her “dessert”.
“No gain.” Scott smiled and pulled up a chair next to his prize feedee. He would have liked to squeeze into that couch with Daphne but to be honest real estate was getting tight. He admired his handy work; reaching over and grabbing a huge handful of her lower belly apron, he caressed the mass of sagging fat for a moment before giving it a vigorous yet playful jiggle, sending shockwaves through her entire blubbery body.
Daphne was wearing a massive pair of black yoga pants they had found online. They were a size 4XXL, but skin-tight on her nonetheless. Her belly rolls covered up the majority of her gigantic and bulky thighs, but below that Scott had a pleasant view of her pudgy calves. Pale and meaty cankles oozed out from the bottom of her spandex pants. Her legs were so fat that even down there the deposits of blubber pooled and rolled out onto the tops of her shoes.
A cute little pair of “running shoes”. They looked the same as the day he gave them to her as a present - white as snow without the slightest bit of dirt or wear that one would expect from a sneaker designed for exercising. In Daphne’s case, they were simply an ironic accessory to her morbidly obese figure as she sat there anchored to the couch, laboring as she tried to digest the shake.
Via a quick calculation on his phone, Scott had estimated the haul at nearly 8,000 calories. Three times the daily caloric requirement for the average female. Which Daphne clearly was not. Not anymore.
She felt a bubbling sensation in her vast midsection and cringed. It was hard to believe how far she had truly fallen - a few “months” ago, she was the one snickering as Mora strained to get her fat ass off the couch and into motion. The tables had truly been turned. She didn’t even know if standing up by herself was possible at the moment.
Part of that was how stuffed she was, but deep down she knew where this was headed. Feeling the pressure build even more, Daphne grimaced and rolled to her left, pressing heavily into the side of the couch as her other gigantic butt cheek raised up just enough into the air.
A loud, wet fart erupted from beneath her titanic ass. She blushed red as she settled back into place; Scott merely smiled, and after sarcastically fanning the air in front of his face, stood up in front of his huge girlfriend.
“Alright toots,” he remarked as he took in the view. He reached down and after bracing his legs, extended his hands to help her off the couch. Shamefully Daphne reciprocated - her chubby fingers met his, and with a grunt she lurched forward and into a standing position.
She appeared to be nearly as wide as she was tall. Her gigantic and sagging belly rolls drooped down to her knees as she stood there trying to steady herself. Scott tried to give her a hug, but as he pressed his body into her round, soft gut and tried to reach around her back, it proved a futile effort.
His hands only got as far as her gigantic love handles before he ran out of room. Despite her meek protest, he kissed her deeply before turning towards her room.
“Let’s get you into that bathroom and ready for bed.”
Reluctantly she followed him; her belly growled and she stopped to furtively peek into the kitchen for a snack. Then she saw it - the box of Godiva chocolates. It was open...and empty!!
For the first time in ages, a wave of hope swept over her body. Something had CHANGED. She surely hadn’t been the one who tore open those treats and devoured the entire box like some fat pig. Letting that thought sink in, Daphne allowed herself a moment of triumph.
Maybe Mora was finally slipping again, she thought. As hard as it had been to grow chubby, then fat, and now finally out of control obese, watching the converse path of her former punching bag had made it even worse for Daphne.
But if Mora was giving in to her temptations, and she was the one resisting...well then maybe, just maybe, tomorrow would be different. Finally.
So with a weak smile on her fat face, she instead grabbed an entire box of Twinkies from the counter. Unwrapping her first, she shoved it into into her mouth whole and munched away happily as she lumbered after Scott to her bedroom. A spirited doggy-style session and the rest of those twinkies later, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her old athletic body and a brand new day.