This is a continuation of Owning Felicia (Ch. 1-5)
[Author's Note:] All right, all right. I changed my mind. This is the final plot outline, barely a synopsis, of what is going to happen, with all the greasy bits removed. Use your imagination.
The date with the blonde, Jennifer, goes well. Turns out she loves to cook, which gives Our Narrator an Idea.
Meanwhile, Felicia has a problem. Her fridge is empty and her belly is full, but its a new month, which means a new mortgage payment, which will require another thirty pounds. Then theres the electric bill, the gas bill, the water bill, the cable bill, each requiring their own pound of flesh (ha).
To make it a little easier, the Narrator will count Amys weight gain too, at a rate of two to one If Amy gains two pounds, that counts as one for Felicia.
Working on his Idea, the Narrator has the basement of his house expanded and refurbished (can you refurbish what wasnt furbished in the first place?)
The dates with Jennifer continue.
Felicia continues to get fatter faster, and the sex with her gets wilder as her bulk begins to cause problems with the standard positions. In fact, her bulk and constant near-coma from overeating is causing all sorts of problems. But she plows on, determined to make it through. Amy doesnt care. Shes happy to just sit and watch TV and stuff her face.
Jennifer invites Our Narrator in one evening, and they screw. Then they do it again the next day. And the next. The Narrator manages not to mention this to Felicia.
The month comes to a close. Felicias accounting (fraud) has made her miss her goal Of the fifty pounds she was supposed to gain, she actually gained sixty-six, but was only counted as thirty-six. Felicia is now 414 pounds, although she thinks shes about 370. Fortunately, Amy gained herself 34 pounds, for a 17-lb bonus, and Felicia made it again! Yay! Champagne all round. More fat-laden sex.
And another month begins.
Finally, Felicia puts her foot down. Shes not going to do that again. Of course, she still hasnt got any money, or a job, or anything else. In a tip to how the economys changed since I started writing this, her house is now worth less than her mortgage, and shes just going to walk away from it. Well, waddle.
Wheres she going to go? Well, Our Narrator has this nice basement apartment. Its only accessible by narrow and steep stairs, but its comfortable. So Felicia and Amy move in.
Introduced simply as the cook, Jennifer moves in as well. Our Narrator has hired her. As well as enjoying her lush body, he needs someone to help with Felicia and Amy. Jennifer, unknown to Felicia, gets a bonus for every pound Felicia gains and half that for every pound put on Amy.
Felicias supposed to be looking for work, so newspapers get sent down, but theres no telephone in the basement (this is deliberate). So to make calls, Felicia has to heave her four hundred pounds of flab up the narrow and steep stairs, make the call, then lumber back down again, tightly gripping the banister and wondering if itll be today that her stomach pulls her over.
Of course, any calls returned get answered upstairs, mostly by Jennifer, who tells them Shes no longer interested. Our Narrator, however, is still very interested in Felicia, and is joyously discovering new and different ways to enjoy her massive form.
Jennifer is keen to earn her bonus. Both Felicia and Amy stay very very well fed.
Felicia was having problems getting about at 400. At 420 shes got more. And more. Shes becoming increasingly dependent upon Jennifer for her daily routine, including help up and down the stairs. Jennifer, of course, takes advantage of this to stuff more calories into her mouth. Amy still just sits and watches TV, methodically chewing and swallowing.
Naturally, both get much fatter. Jennifer is a good cook, and she always makes far too much. Far too much for any ordinary people, anyway. For Felicia, whose capacity has grown along with her enormous belly, its just a little too much, and Jennifer crams the excess into her anyhow.
The job hunt is a failure. Felicias getting fatter. 450, 460, 470, Jennifer earns her bonus. Felicia gives up on the stairs. She just cant climb them any more, and her width is nearing that of the entire hall. At nearly five hundred pounds shes becoming helpless, needing Jennifers help for the simplest things.
Even Amy is asking for help, for those few times she wants to heave herself off the couch that she is becoming one with, in size and weight.
And about this time Jennifer starts whispering in Felicias ears about whats going on upstairs between her and The Narrator (lots more sex, although somewhat more conventional). Felicias furious, but cant do anything about it. Felicias too fat.
Now its a threesome in the cellar, Jennifer, Felicia, and The Narrator all naked together. Felicia doesnt have much choice, but she still gets the attention and the screwing, even if the whole time her belly hurts and Jennifer wont stop feeding her as she gets fucked. Felicia clears five hundred pounds and keeps gaining. Jennifer is constantly feeding her, and theres nothing Felicia can do.
So Our Narrator winds things up. So thats how I came to own Felicia, and have three wackily obese women in my basement. Three? Why yes, three. You see
Jennifer went a little too power-mad. She thought she should be in charge, and threatened to blackmail the narrator, insisting on more money, a marriage without pre-nup, etc., else shed tattle to the cops. But shed forgotten something.
With Felicias help, it wasnt very difficult to set a trap for the overambitious wench. At the right moment in a sexy tangle, the Narrator pushed, Felicia rolled, and Jennifer was trapped under 535 pounds of fat. Handcuffs and chain ensured her obedience afterwards, and Felicia delighted in the turnabout, as Jennifer was compelled to eat and eat and eat until she sported a painfully swollen potbelly.
Jennifer gains weight almost as well as Felicia, packing on nearly a dozen pounds per week. You see, the new cook, Samantha, is eager to earn her bonus
Fin
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[Author's Note:] All right, all right. I changed my mind. This is the final plot outline, barely a synopsis, of what is going to happen, with all the greasy bits removed. Use your imagination.
The date with the blonde, Jennifer, goes well. Turns out she loves to cook, which gives Our Narrator an Idea.
Meanwhile, Felicia has a problem. Her fridge is empty and her belly is full, but its a new month, which means a new mortgage payment, which will require another thirty pounds. Then theres the electric bill, the gas bill, the water bill, the cable bill, each requiring their own pound of flesh (ha).
To make it a little easier, the Narrator will count Amys weight gain too, at a rate of two to one If Amy gains two pounds, that counts as one for Felicia.
Working on his Idea, the Narrator has the basement of his house expanded and refurbished (can you refurbish what wasnt furbished in the first place?)
The dates with Jennifer continue.
Felicia continues to get fatter faster, and the sex with her gets wilder as her bulk begins to cause problems with the standard positions. In fact, her bulk and constant near-coma from overeating is causing all sorts of problems. But she plows on, determined to make it through. Amy doesnt care. Shes happy to just sit and watch TV and stuff her face.
Jennifer invites Our Narrator in one evening, and they screw. Then they do it again the next day. And the next. The Narrator manages not to mention this to Felicia.
The month comes to a close. Felicias accounting (fraud) has made her miss her goal Of the fifty pounds she was supposed to gain, she actually gained sixty-six, but was only counted as thirty-six. Felicia is now 414 pounds, although she thinks shes about 370. Fortunately, Amy gained herself 34 pounds, for a 17-lb bonus, and Felicia made it again! Yay! Champagne all round. More fat-laden sex.
And another month begins.
Finally, Felicia puts her foot down. Shes not going to do that again. Of course, she still hasnt got any money, or a job, or anything else. In a tip to how the economys changed since I started writing this, her house is now worth less than her mortgage, and shes just going to walk away from it. Well, waddle.
Wheres she going to go? Well, Our Narrator has this nice basement apartment. Its only accessible by narrow and steep stairs, but its comfortable. So Felicia and Amy move in.
Introduced simply as the cook, Jennifer moves in as well. Our Narrator has hired her. As well as enjoying her lush body, he needs someone to help with Felicia and Amy. Jennifer, unknown to Felicia, gets a bonus for every pound Felicia gains and half that for every pound put on Amy.
Felicias supposed to be looking for work, so newspapers get sent down, but theres no telephone in the basement (this is deliberate). So to make calls, Felicia has to heave her four hundred pounds of flab up the narrow and steep stairs, make the call, then lumber back down again, tightly gripping the banister and wondering if itll be today that her stomach pulls her over.
Of course, any calls returned get answered upstairs, mostly by Jennifer, who tells them Shes no longer interested. Our Narrator, however, is still very interested in Felicia, and is joyously discovering new and different ways to enjoy her massive form.
Jennifer is keen to earn her bonus. Both Felicia and Amy stay very very well fed.
Felicia was having problems getting about at 400. At 420 shes got more. And more. Shes becoming increasingly dependent upon Jennifer for her daily routine, including help up and down the stairs. Jennifer, of course, takes advantage of this to stuff more calories into her mouth. Amy still just sits and watches TV, methodically chewing and swallowing.
Naturally, both get much fatter. Jennifer is a good cook, and she always makes far too much. Far too much for any ordinary people, anyway. For Felicia, whose capacity has grown along with her enormous belly, its just a little too much, and Jennifer crams the excess into her anyhow.
The job hunt is a failure. Felicias getting fatter. 450, 460, 470, Jennifer earns her bonus. Felicia gives up on the stairs. She just cant climb them any more, and her width is nearing that of the entire hall. At nearly five hundred pounds shes becoming helpless, needing Jennifers help for the simplest things.
Even Amy is asking for help, for those few times she wants to heave herself off the couch that she is becoming one with, in size and weight.
And about this time Jennifer starts whispering in Felicias ears about whats going on upstairs between her and The Narrator (lots more sex, although somewhat more conventional). Felicias furious, but cant do anything about it. Felicias too fat.
Now its a threesome in the cellar, Jennifer, Felicia, and The Narrator all naked together. Felicia doesnt have much choice, but she still gets the attention and the screwing, even if the whole time her belly hurts and Jennifer wont stop feeding her as she gets fucked. Felicia clears five hundred pounds and keeps gaining. Jennifer is constantly feeding her, and theres nothing Felicia can do.
So Our Narrator winds things up. So thats how I came to own Felicia, and have three wackily obese women in my basement. Three? Why yes, three. You see
Jennifer went a little too power-mad. She thought she should be in charge, and threatened to blackmail the narrator, insisting on more money, a marriage without pre-nup, etc., else shed tattle to the cops. But shed forgotten something.
With Felicias help, it wasnt very difficult to set a trap for the overambitious wench. At the right moment in a sexy tangle, the Narrator pushed, Felicia rolled, and Jennifer was trapped under 535 pounds of fat. Handcuffs and chain ensured her obedience afterwards, and Felicia delighted in the turnabout, as Jennifer was compelled to eat and eat and eat until she sported a painfully swollen potbelly.
Jennifer gains weight almost as well as Felicia, packing on nearly a dozen pounds per week. You see, the new cook, Samantha, is eager to earn her bonus
Fin
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