Alanna’s Eating-~BBW,~WG,~FA,~Stuffing,~Gluttony,~Sex

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  1. Nov 8, 2018 #1

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    Alanna’s Eating is getting a little out of hand... ~BBW,~~WG,~~FA,~SEX,~STUFFING,~GLUTTONY


    Alanna's Eating
    by Seamless333



    Alanna was getting fat. She pushed her fingers against the waistband of her shorts, prising the button from the soft fat it dug into. She breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed at the reddened skin. Then came a knock on the door. Starting in fright, she pulled down her shirt and gritted her teeth as the button sliced into her belly.

    “Alright in there bud?” came Shaun’s voice.

    “Yep, just banged my foot on the bath!” she called back, with a fake laugh she hoped sounded sincere.

    “Okay, well hurry up, Thom needs a shit” came his reply. Alanna rolled her eyes, as she heard Thom’s objections from the living room. Quickly splashing some cold water in her face, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Were her cheeks a bit rounder? Her jaw a little softer? Another knock on the door brought her back to the present.

    “Dude I actually really need to piss” said Thom.

    An hour or so later the food arrived. A haze of smoke hung around the room and Alanna, the soberest of those present was sent to answer. Well, besides Sam, who didn’t partake, but seemed to miss the fact sitting in a cloud of smoke was bound to cause a passive high. She ran a thumb between her skin and the tight waistband, gaining momentary relief from the pain. The pizza boy was hardly young enough to be described as such, but he smiled mischievously as she opened the door, surrounded by an aura of smoke.

    “All right darlin, munchies is it? Not to worry, here ya go” he said, passing her three boxes of pizza she turned and placed them on the floor of the hallway, “And here’s your sides, the chocolate fudge cake is in the foil trays” he finished passing her another pile of boxes.
    “There ya go, just mind you don’t go eating all that yourself, you’ll be sick” he said and paused a moment, “and it’s not so good for the figure.”. Then he left. Alanna glanced down to see that her shirt had ridden up a little and a small, yet not insignificant belly pouched over her jeans. Flushing pink, she carried the food back to her friends.

    -

    “You can do it Alanna!” encouraged Sam. Shaun, his dark beard stained with pizza sauce, remained silent, rubbing his own belly. Alanna was stuffed, more stuffed than she’d ever been in her life. She’d thought there had been too much food when it arrived, but now they sat in a living room scattered with empty boxes. Thom and Shaun had devoured a pizza each and nibbled on the sides. Sam had eaten a few chicken sides and started on the chocolate cake. Then he’d passed one to Alanna.
    She’d wanted to say no, but then Shaun teased her about her tiny figure.

    “Alanna couldn’t eat that, have you seen her? She’s always been such a twig”. And it was true, she had been. Not overeating, nor the munchies could lay low her youthful metabolism. This year had been different. Her intake had not changed massively, but something else had. A small voice in her head told her so. You’re getting fat. She bit into the cake. Soft fudge ringed her lips and the sponge melted on her tongue. Another bite. And another.

    -

    When she looked up she saw Shaun had dozed off and Thom sat back staring up at the ceiling with a glazed expression. Only Sam still watched her. There was a strange look on his face and she flushed a little, covering a burp with her hand. She’d been hanging out here to often.

    Thom and Sam lived here, Thom’s parents owned the flat. Shaun and Alanna worked with Thom and as work had grown more stressful he invited them back to his place to relax more and more often. She’d gotten to know Sam through these quiet evenings, smoking a few joints and trawling YouTube and Netflix. Shaun said Sam fancied her, but she knew Shaun had been trying to sleep with her since they met, despite their friendship. She didn’t blame him, she’d made it clear pretty early about her preference for casual sex, and word had gotten around. Men now seemed to think she would fuck anything with a pulse.

    Sam was funny, if a little odd. She’d never found herself particularly attracted to him, but he wasn’t bad looking, per say. Now he looked at her with hungry eyes and something in her trembled. She made up her mind then and made as if to walk over to him. Instead her backside got a few inches off the couch, before she slumped back, convinced her jeans were about to cut her in half. Sam was on his feet in an instant.

    “Hey, are you alright?”. She looked up at him and tried her best to say something sexy.

    “My jeans are too tight,” Oh well. Again, a strange look came over his face. Then he knelt down beside her, a hesitant expression on his face.

    “Maybe you should unbutton them?”. This time she knew exactly what to say.

    “Maybe you should do it for me?”

    -

    At first he was gentle. He cupped her chin with his hand and kissed her softly on the lips. His other hand caressed her swollen belly, sliding it’s way down to the offending button. Somehow, he managed it one handed. Instant relief washed over her and she swore she felt her belly shoot forward a few inches, pressing against his hand. His finger tips danced over the little rolls at her sides, working his way around to her hip, and he pulled her to her feet. Then he led her next door, to his room. He laid her carefully on his bed and she instructed him to take her shoes off. He did so.

    “Take your shirt off too” she said. He blushed a little, but complied. Not bad. Then, she wriggled out of her jeans and he pulled them from her ankles. He bent over her and she pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Then she undid his belt and he too wriggled free. He tore off her shirt, she took off his boxers. He undid her bra and fiercely kissed her neck. Then he bit her sharply and she shuddered. Then he kissed her collarbone, and working his way down, teased her nipples and kissed her stuffed belly. Then his mouth disappeared between her legs and her back arched.

    Alanna’s nails left scores in his back and she covered his moans with her lips, as they rolled across his bed. At last, she laid her blonde hair against his chest and he wrapped an arm around her, fingertips resting on her soft belly. Sweatily they panted for a moment or two. Glancing downwards, she spoke,

    “You know, I fancy dessert...”, she glanced up at his face and he kissed her. Breaking away, he put his mouth to her ear.

    “There’s still some chocolate cake next door.”
     
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    Alanna sighed. She was lying if in Sam’s bed again, another bad habit she was forming
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    The last few weeks had seen a change in her life. She still ended up high everyday other day, ending up at Sam and Thom’s three or four nights a week. The tone of the nights had changed though. She’d appear, stomach still swollen from her dinner, most often McDonalds. Chicken Selects, nom. It was simple and next door to her parents house. Then they’d smoke, all except Sam. They’d always ordered food fairly often, but now it was a certainty. Alanna used to pass, pleading fullness, but no more. She ate along with the rest of them, filling up to bursting. By then it was inevitable the food haze would settle on them, and the weed and late hour and Alanna would heave herself from the couch and grab Sam’s hand. He didn’t complain as she dragged him into bed, but he prepared now.

    At first it had been a few chocolate bars sitting by the side of his bed, a mid sex snack. Then they became a part of the ritual, something to turn their kisses into sweet, chocolatey affairs. Last week Sam had made mini cheesecakes, she’d eaten four of them and made him lick the rest off of her. Somehow she almost always seemed to eat more than he did.

    Lying here now, it showed. Her belly sat in a little roll, love handles bunching up at her sides as she sat upright. Her arms even looked thicker and she could see her reflection in the sliding mirror of the wardrobe. She examined her reflection. She didn’t look quite like herself, but more like an older sister, not overly fat, but one who enjoyed her food. One who’d “Filled out” or had “gotten curvy”. Her cheeks were full and round and she noticed a bit of a double chin. Just how fat am I going to get...

    Sam came back into the room and the smell made Allanna’s soft stomach gurgle.
    “Is...that apple pie?” she almost moaned. Sam grinned.
    “Custard too!”
    “Yummy, I’ll be having a bit of that.”
    “Yeah I just made it today, I’m not that hungry but I knew you’d appreciate a bite”
    Then he put the bowl down beside her. Inside was half an apple pie, drowning in creamy custard. Alanna felt her heart quicken a little as she reached for the spoon. He moved it out of reach, a grin on his face.
    “Allow me.”
    She wasn’t sure why she let him. There was something humiliating about him feeding her like a helpless child. But...I sort of like it. She simply added it to the list of strange things she enjoyed now.

    When he was finished, Alanna could hardly breathe, but rubbed halfheartefly at her aching belly. Sam joined in and his hands felt warm and soothing. She burped a little, but he didn’t seem to notice. He seemed absorbed in rubbing and squeezing her belly. She felt slightly alarmed at just how soft and buttery it looked, it was definitely a belly now. Watching her reflection over his shoulder, she saw a girl that was only going to get fatter.
    I need to step on a scale, this can’t go on forever.
     
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    It took her three weeks to get around to weighing herself. It was November the 3rd and she’d spent the weekend at Sam’s wading through Halloween candy he’d bought.

    She’d not meant to stay, but when she showed up at their annual party, Sam had taken her aside and shown her the supply of sweets he’d purchased. She’d kissed him then. He kept her supplied with snacks all night, until he carried her to bed at 3am. She’d arrived clad in tight black leggings which modelled the new curves in her calves and the softness of her thighs. Her black top had ridden up a little, revealing the pale white flesh of her belly and her chest was barely contained. A Sexy cat. Or a fat cat. By the time she made it to bed the leggings had slipped under her belly which hung slightly over them and her shirt had turned into a crop top. Still she’d stripped and laid back like a queen as he filled her with chocolate. The night had passed in sex and Gluttony and when she awoke, the next day was almost gone. So she stayed again and delved the depths of Gluttony, growing more stuffed and swollen than even before. Eventually she’d been sick, and Sam had stopped trying to press food on her and looked after her upset stomach. That night they had sex, sober and food free.

    That had been last night. Now she stood in Sam’s bathroom staring at the scales. What had she been last time she checked? 112lbs? Six months ago? A year? Stepping on now would change things, it would end the game. She’d have to stop, to diet, smoke less. Distance herself from Sam.

    She stepped on. 164 lbs. She didn’t even wake Sam before she gathered her I’ll fitting costume and stormed out, wearing a pair of his old shorts and a baggy tshirt. Burned into her mind was her look of shock; accompanied by her double chin, in her reflection and the numbers one six four.

    At 5’2, she was overweight. Her tight clothes no longer seemed sexy and she avoided Sam’s texts, pleading business at Thom’s invites to smoke. She stood around all day at work, so she hoped by stopping her Munchies and Sam’s feeding, she’d drop the weight quickly, but she couldn’t give up her McDonalds. She still needed a joint to unwind in the evening. In three weeks she never gained a pound. She never lost one either.

    When she eventually bumped into Sam again, it was not at his flat. She was out for drinks with her workfriend and Sam tagged along with Thom.
    “He’s been moping about for a month, I told him he’d feel better if he got a few drinks in him.” Thom said. Alanna nodded and spent the next few hours avoiding him. At midnight a much drinker, hornier Alanna saw him chatting to girl by the bar. She was a tall brunette, all legs and long eyelashes. Alanna grated her teeth and when Sam went to get his coat, she cornered him. She’d slept with a few other guys in the past few months, three or four since she stopped seeing Sam, there were booty calls she could make. But standing in the nightclub in stomach rumbling, in her tight dress, she only wanted him.
     
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    Bad habits. Fast food can become an addiction for some people too.
     
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    Sam
    Wow, this girl is beautiful. They had been chatting about politics for the past ten minutes and she knew her stuff. He was about to buy her a drink, when he caught sight of someone watching them. Alanna.

    She looked good, he thought. Her round cheeks were framed by her curled blonde hair and a ghost of a double chin hung around her jaw. Her shoulders were rounded and the straps of her dress dug into them ever so slightly. The dress itself was beautiful, it was a sleek black affair, made for a woman a size or two smaller. The fabric was stretched tightly, outlining her belly and widened hips. The stitches must have been trembling at the seams. He tore his eyes away from her soft, thick thighs and chubby calves, and stared into her blue eyes that smouldered beneath heavy lids. He excused himself from the conversation.

    He approached her quickly and just before he reached her, she held up a hand.
    “I don’t love you” she said. Sam’s heart skipped a beat.
    “But I really want to fuck your brains out”
    Good enough.

    -

    Her plump fingers were interwoven with his as he led her into the taxi, and her breath was hot and sweet as she kissed him. He ran his fingers over the taut fabric covering her backside and rested his other hand on her soft thighs, where it sank in ever so slightly. His heart was racing and he was breathing heavily, he could feel the same sense of electricity and tension in her. How he paid the taxi driver and made it up to his room, he could never remember. They made out on every landing and he pressed her against the front door as they kissed furiously. Falling inside, they kicked off their shoes and entered the bedroom.

    Alanna stopped him at the foot of the bed and shoved him roughly onto it. Then she turned and pulled her hair away from the zip at the nape of her neck. Sam slowly stood back up and ran his fingertips over her neck, he kissed the bare skin gently and drew down the zip slowly, with some resistance. Then he unclasped her bra, kissing the angry red marks it left on her ivory skin. At this she slipped the straps from her shoulder, expecting the dress to fall to the floor. Instead she flushed red as she had to peel it from her skin. Once she had wriggled free she turned and stepped into his embrace. He felt her belly resting on his arms and her weight pressed against him.
    But I love you.
     
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    Alanna couldn’t believe how out of breath she was. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, as she painted heavily. She looked to be the only person feeling the heat. All around her, people walked up and down the street in heavy coats, wrapped up in scarfs and wooly hats. She glanced down at her puffy red jacket and wondered if beneath the thick fabric, her own insulation didn’t have something to do with her sweating. She’d almost been late, she’d stayed at Sam’s the night before and forgot to set an alarm. When she’d ran up, Shaun had already started work.
    “Shelter! Do you have a moment to talk about homelessness in Glasgow?” called Shaun.
    “Come on folks, can you imagine sleeping on the streets at this time of year?”, she called. Most people ignored them, but she caught sight of a group of three boys watching her and whispering amongst themselves. Two sign-ups and I can go home. She pulled the zip of her work jacket down a little to display some more cleavage and swayed over to them.
    “Alright boys, got a moment to talk about Homlessness?”
    The nearest, a blonde twenty something, cleared his throat.
    “Looking for money?”
    “Yes, basically!” she said, with her best customer smile, “We help the homeless with problems like accommodation and addiction; we help those in accommodation with landlord disputes, even just make sure people aren’t missing meals.” .
    “...definitely not.” muttered one of the boys at the back.
    “Pardon?” asked Alanna, confused. The boy who had spoken looked uncomfortable, but the blonde boys spoke up.
    “He SAID, that you’re definitely not missing meals.”. The world seemed to halt for a moment and Alanna gaped.
    “You’d probably spend our money feeding your own fat face” he laughed. Sniggering the boys walked away. Tears stung at Alanna’s eyes but she wiped them away, still stunned.

    “You alright?” called Shaun. Alanna blinked furiously, and plastered a smile on her face.
    “Aye I’m fine. Any sign ups?”. As she walked over to him, every footstep felt like thunder, she swore she felt her whole body jiggle and she felt like she weighed a ton.

    -

    She managed to get her two sign ups and Shaun manage to get four. She was surprised he stayed after hitting his target, but she appreciated the company. Stomachs rumbling, they looked for a place to eat.
    “What about a Chinese buffet?” she asked, almost drooling at the thought. Shaun shifted uncomfortably, but after a moment he nodded. The took a seat right next to the buffet itself and Alanna felt her heart quicken at the thought of food. Ahe’d had a McDonald’s for lunch, but that had been hours ago.

    When they were again seated, Alanna’s plate piled high, Shaun’s with a respectable amount, the began to eat. Alanna had almost finished her first plate when she saw Shaun was just picking at his own. She stopped inhaling the salty, savoury delights and wiped her mouth with a napkin.
    “Something wrong?” she asked him, taking a sip of her coke. He rubbed at the hair at his chin for a moment then he muttered something. With a sinking feeling, for the second time that day,Alanna asked someone to repeat themselves.
    “I said, do you think we should be eating here.” he said. Alanna felt heat in her cheeks, but picked up another satay skewer and pulled off a piece of chicken with her teeth.
    “How do you mean?” she said, before taking another bite.
    “We eat a lot of shite, between working the streets and always being in a rush....nights at Thom’s..” he said looking at her meaningfully. Alanna just picked up another skewer.
    “I’ve put on weight....and so have you.” he said, the words tumbling out of his mouth all at once, now he’d gotten to his point. Alanna took a good look at him. His long black hair and beard revealed very little face, but perhaps it was a little rounder. His T-shirt did look a little tighter, was that a little gut he was sporting? Still, it was nothing compared to her own inflation.
    “So you think I shouldn’t be eating at buffets, because I’ve gotten too fat?” her voice trembled a little.
    “No I-“
    “I think you should go Shaun.” she said, returning to her meal. He looked exasperated, but nodded and left without a goodbye. Alanna drained the rest of her coke and adjusted her underwear, which had never been so wet.

    Two hours later, under the barrage of angry looks from the buffet owners. Alanna stopped eating. She had unbuttoned her jeans and given up trying to pull down her shirt. She knew she had overdone it this time, but every time she thought of Shaun’s words she shivered and wanted to eat more. After a few minutes she pulled out her phone and dialled. Raising it to her ear, she said
    “Hey, it’s me. I’m at the Chinese buffet on Union Street. I think if I move I might burst. Could you pick me up?”
    “Thanks. Yeah, dessert sounds great!”
     
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    Alanna was standing in a dark room. She could just see the outline of someone in the middle of the back wall. She took a step closer, when a lamp flickered on, illuminating a bed.

    “That could be you.” whispered Shaun, appearing at her left shoulder. Lying on the bed WAS Alanna, slim and svelte, but not quite as thin as she’d been. A healthy, attractive Alanna.
    “You could look like that again, be like that, beautiful and sexy.” he said.

    “Unlikely.” Sam said from her right. She turned to look at him. He smiled sadly,
    “You’ve always had an addictive personality, you might well end up like this.”. As he finished speaking another lamp flickered on. In the left hand corner was another bed, with another figure on it. This Alanna was bone thin, her face haunt and long shadows lay under her eyes. Her nose was red, her nostrils burned. She let out a hacking cough.
    “That also could be you, it’s more likely than the first way, living your like alone and dependent on dealers and one off jobs. Alanna’s eyes lingered on the scantily clad version of herself and shivered.

    “But look at the other option!” said Shaun.
    A third lamp flickered on and yet another bed for revealed, the the right hand corner. It was twice the width of the other beds, but it needed to be. It took Alanna a second to recognise the colossal blob as herself. The pale skin and blonde hair were the only parts she recognised. This Alanna was beyond obese. Her legs were thicker than Sam’s waist, her arms as thick as Shaun’s thighs. Her tits and belly mashed together into a huge mass of blubber that pressed down on the rest of her body. Her face was buried in fat? Each extra chin wobble as she chewed. Alanna never saw her put anything into her mouth, how could she reach, but she was sure she never stopped eating.
    “That is where you’re heading.” whispered Shaun, that’s closest of all, the most likely. Unless you change.”

    “I...” began Alanna, slightly alarmed, when the room spun and it was Alanna herself lying on the last bed, unable to move. She chewed and chewed and...

    -

    “Are you sleep-eating?”asked Sam. Alanna opened her eyes and saw him looking at her. She was disoriented, and he leant over and kissed her and when he pulled back, he licked chocolate from his lips. He laughed,
    “You’re incorrigible!”. Alanna kicker he kips and looked at the wrappers that lay in between them. How did they get there? She looked down at the Double Decker,l still clenched, half melted, in her chubby fist, and took a bite.

    -

    Alanna knew she should slow down. The Chinese buffet had banned her after the third night and in the week since, she had visited the Indian, Mexican and World Buffets, as well as another Chinese. Each time she was forced to leave by the glares and each time Sam rolled her back to his place and delivered dessert. She knew it wasn’t healthy, she knew she should stop. But every time she felt her belly jiggle, her backside wobble, every time she felt her chest heave after over-exherting herself, she felt a thrill and a pang of sexual desire. She’d slept with no-one but Sam for a month now, but swore she’d had more orgasms than ever before. It was her birthday in a few days, she’d be 24, she could slow down after that.

    -

    The next few days passed in a blur of consumption. Sam had taken the weekend off work and when she finished on the Thursday, he picked her up in town and drove off on a surprise trip. She hadn’t bothered packing a bag, most of her clothes didn’t fit right anyway.
    After an hour they pulled into Princes Street, Edinburgh.
    “We’ve not got a room in the Princes Hotel have we?” Alanna asked, shocked. Sam laughed.
    “Nah.” Then he indicsted left and drive down into the underground car park.
    “We’ve got a suite.”

    They entered the suite, Sam carrying most of the bags. He put them down in the kitchen and Alanna stuck her head in most of the rooms, only the large bathroom was locked.
    “Off limits for now I’m afraid, there’s a toilet at the end of the hall.” Sam said with a mysterious wink.
    Once they had settled in, Alanna felt very much like trying out the king sized bed, but when she approached Sam he slid his arms around her waist, grabbing her thick lovehandles and pulling her close.
    “Why don’t you go get changed into something more comfortable, you’ve been eating out for over a week. Tonight, i’m cooking and you’re gonna finish every last bite. With a final squeeze of her love handles, he kissed her before turning to unpack his bags. Alanna watched him for a moment, desire and hunger warring within her. She went to get changed.
     
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    When Alanna returned slightly flustered and out of breath, Sam was busy cooking. The oven hummed, three of the four rings on the hob flickered with flame and something sizzled in the microwave.
    “You’ve been busy.” she said, taking a seat at the counter behind him.
    “Indeed. What took you so long?” he said, stirring a pot with one hand, while adjusting the heat with the other. Alanna stole a chunk of cheese from the chopping board in front of her and nibble on the end.
    “Yeah, I just couldn’t find something comfortable to wear.” she mumbled through a mouthful of cheddar. She winced at the thought of the torn dress and ripped jeans that lay on the bedroom floor.
    “Well as long as it’s got plenty off room.” he teased. Glancing down, Alanna shrugged.
    “It does, though it’s a little cold.”.

    He turned and she got the satisfaction of watching his eyes widen and jaw drop. She was dressed in; a very large, very sexy red bra and matching briefs, that she’d purchased this morning; and not a stitch more. Her thighs burst outwards like tree trunks and she cool feel her ass hanging over the tiny stool. Her belly laid heavily in her lap and the brief were completely obscured from sight. The bra kept her boobs from resting on her belly, and for once never cut into her round shoulders. She felt like a goddess and from Sam’s reaction she looked like one too.
    “Hold on, you said food first!” As he started towards her. He froze, looking like a wounded puppy, but she was having none of it. He groaned and turned back to the stove.
    “What have I got myself into” he muttered.

    Alanna stole another hunk of cheese. My thoughts exactly.

    -

    Ten minutes later, the first starters began arriving. Sam places a huge glass bowl of prawn cocktail down in front of her, accompanied by a baguette of cheesy garlic bread and some haggis Bon-bons. For a prawn cocktail there was very little salad and an abundance of the thick, mayonnaise-based Marie-Rose sauce. Before she had finished mopping up the sauce with the last of the garlic bread, a plate of Chinese spare rips and satay skewers slapped down beside her and a bowl of buttery potato salad. She licked her fingers clean when she was done with them. He placed a small lasagne in front of her and sprinkled it with Parmesan. Then it was a steak pie, and then a tray of macaroni. A whole tray. She look up at him then eyes wide, but he’d gone back to the job. She dug in. Halfway through she had to pause. As if reading her mind, Sam handed her a glass of milk. She took and big gulf and almost choked.
    “Is that...cream!” she spluttered. He shrugged,
    “Only single.”

    Alanna wasn’t sure whether to slap him or fuck him. Neither, since both would involve moving and she was full. She drank another draft and swirled it around her mouth before swallowing. She scooped up another spoonful of macaroni,
    “It needs sugar.” He raised an eyebrow but ripped four teaspoons into the glass before topping it back up.

    An hour later Alanna swayed where she sat. Sam sat across from her, watching her mop up the last of a tikka masala with a chunk of naan bread. When she’d finished, he came around the counter and wrapped his arms around her gently.
    “Don’t squeeze me!” she hissed in panic. Her voice sounded odd and her words slurred a little, as if she were drunk. Sam shushed her and set about slowly rubbing her belly, firmly, but carefully. Soon the pain began to ease a little, but Alanna couldn’t stop burping, much to her own embarrassment. Eventually Sam helped her from the stool. She gasped as her knees almost buckled when they took her weight and she was forced to waddle along the hallway. Sam stopped her halfway along, unlocking the bathroom rather than leading her to the bedroom. Inside was a huge hot tub. Alanna wondered for a second if she could stand the heat of a Bath right now, the she noticed the tarpaulin that lined the tub. Stumbling over she looked inside. It was empty.

    -

    Sam seated her inside it, propping pillows against her neck and getting her to stretch out, legs splayed open. Then he began to massage her neck and all her questions faded under the food haze and drownsiness defeated her.

    When she awoke, Sam was gently shaking her shoulder. She had no idea how much time had passed, but her stomach hurt less. She looked up at him, feeling her hormones return. He kissed her, hard, and then pulled away.
    “Happy Birthday Alanna.” he said. Behind him, on a trolley stood a three tiered birthday cake. Sam lifted it from the trolled and placed it in the hot tub, between her legs. She stared at it, mouth open.
    “I think you know what to do with this.” he said, pleased with himself. Alanna still stared at the cake. An image of the immensely fat girl laying, bedridden came to her mind. The feeling of all that weight crushing down on her.

    She reached out and grabbed a handful of cake, squeezing it between her fingers, like a toddler. Then she jammed it into her mouth, shivering as the sweetness touched her tongue.
     
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    He left Alanna shoving fistfuls of cake into her mouth and poured himself a drink in the kitchen. He didn’t want to miss a moment, but he had other things to prepare.

    When he returned, he couldn’t believed the mess she had gotten herself into. Cake ringed her face, peered from between her tits and stuck in her hair and now substantial rolls. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to eat the cake or fuck it. From the moaning she was making, she wasn’t sure either. She’d gotten so much fatter. He watched as she sunk her chubby fist into the second tier. As she did her thick, plump arms jiggled slightly and he could hear her panting. Her cheeks were round and cherry red, as much from the exertion of eating, as anything else. Her chin melted into her thick neck and her chest burst from her bra at every opportunity, creating bulges and rolls across her upper body. Her round hips were layered with fat, a few more months and she’d get wedged in this hot tub. Her swollen belly however, was the centrepiece of this artwork. It seemed to be growing as he watched, filling more of her lap every second. He was watching her blimp and it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

    -

    When she had finished, he actually felt sorry for her. Her breath rattled and she wheezed heavily. Her hands just barely encircled her taught, turgid gut. Her eyes were glazed as he pushed a strand of sticky hair behind her ear. He kissed her and licked his lips of the icing. Then he threw a blanket over her and went to bed.

    Six hours later, he heard the shower running and sure enough, a short while later he felt the mattress sink a few inches as she clambered in beside him. Her breathing was laboured, and he gave no sign he had noticed her.

    When he eventually rolled over, she was sleeping peacefully, her huge chest rising and falling steadily, for a change. He looked at the thick second chin that now permanently framed her face and he smiled, snuggling up close. Happy Birthday Alanna.

    -

    He was woken by a heavy weight on his legs and Alanna’s mouth at his groin. He moaned with pleasure and opened his eyes. Her eyes were bright and there was a hungry look on her face, that made him slightly nervous for a moment. The she stopped and kissed her way up his body, before letting her full weight fall on him and nibbling his ear.
    “Thanks for the present.” she whispered huskily. As he pulled his arms free and wrapped them around her chubby body, he kissed her.
    “It was my pleasure.”.
     
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    Alanna awoke sometime on the Saturday afternoon. It took her a moment to remember it was her birthday. Last night was just a haze of eating, this morning a blur of sex. She sighed contentedly. Looking around the bedroom, she noted the thick red curtains and lavish decor. Her stomach rumbles. She hoped Sam was making dinner.

    Eventually her hunger outgrew her laziness and she rolled herself out of bed. She was startled slightly when she heaved herself onto her feet and felt her weight shift downward, gravity taking hold of her accumulated flab. She flushed, at first embarrassed and then at how turned on she was. She briefly considered going back to bed. Instead she stepped into the en suite. It was smaller than the bathroom where she’d spent her night, but it was still roomy and she found what she was looking for, a body length mirror.

    She stood in front of it for a moment, tentatively admiring the rounded girl she saw looking back at her. She grabbed her belly in both hands, hefting it and letting it drop, sending her whole body jiggling. The weight of it in her arms excited her. She traced the line of her jaw, which had once been sharp and angular, but was now buried under a layer of fat. She squeezed her hips and felt the softness of her thighs with pleasure, exploring every roll and bulge of her new body until she slipped into masterbation.

    “I’m glad you're enjoying it as much as I am.” In the midst of an orgasm, Alanna barely flinched as Sam’s voice startled her. She finished and turned to him, flushing slightly, but raising her chin defiantly.
    “I am enjoying it”, she cocked her head to one side, “now, where is dinner?”. He laughed, sliding an arm around her round waist.
    “Soon.”

    H led her back to the other bathroom, parading her around naked like his prize pig. On the floor of the bathroom, now clean and tidy once more, was a set of scales.
    “I don’t want to” she mumbled, feeling heat in her cheeks again.
    “Afraid?” he teased. She nodded.
    “Afraid you’ve let this little experiment go too far?” She nodded again.
    “Afraid you can’t stop?” “Afraid you’re losing control?”
    “Are you afraid you’ve gotten too fat? That you won’t ever stop?” She kept nodding. He stepped up to her until they were almost nose to nose.
    “Are you afraid you won’t be able to see the scale from this fat belly of yours?” She nodded again. He walked behind her and whispered in her ear
    “Or are you afraid you won’t want to stop.”.

    -

    As it turned out, Alanna weighed in at 203lbs. Sam disagreed with this and insisted they check again, and a third time. Eventually he suggested that his own scales were broken at home. Alanna didn’t care. As far as she was concerned she’d gained 40lbs in a little over two months.

    That evening they went out for dinner to an Italian restaurant, where Alanna had made only a little pig of herself. She wore the only thing she could fit into, a dress Sam had bought her for her birthday. It was red and since it had been bought for her to grow into, only a little tight. Sam certainly got his moneys worth when she emerged from the restaurant, the dress held together more by faith, than stitches.
     
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    This story is amazing. My only critique is that I wish you would be more graphic with the sex. I think that would bump the story up to a 10/10 in my book.

    I can’t wait to read more! This is one of the best stories on here in a while~
     
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    Monday morning was back to reality. Sam had dropped her off on her doorstep, kissed her goodnight and left her there, clutching two bags from the nearby McDonalds. When she woke up she was back in her childhood bedroom, for what seemed like the first time in a while. Had she been staying at Sam’s that much? She rolled out of bed and went over to her bags. Sam has taken her shopping and she relished wearing clothes that actually fit. She hoped she had bought something she could wear, with Sam in tow, it had been tempting to buy only the sexiest, most impractical clothing she could find. He seemed to enjoy it anyway. She had just pulled on a new set of black underwear when her bedroom door burst open, exposing her in all her fleshy glory. Alanna wasn’t sure who was more horrified, her Mum or her self.

    She felt every pound that hung from her as her mother quickly turned away.
    “B...breakfast is ready,” she said before turning and closing the door firmly behind her. Alanna quickly pulled on a top which hugged her chest and belly, and a skirt which clung to her hips. Then she went downstairs.
    Her mother sat at the kitchen table and in the middle there was a huge stack of pancakes. Her mother tried to look unconcerned and nodded to the pancakes.
    “I made your favourite, since you were off gallivanting on your actual birthday. I thought it’d be a nice...treat.”. Alanna mumbled her thanks. Part of her wanted to excise herself and get out of the house. She could grab McDonalds on the way to work. A bigger part of her could smell the butter soaking the pancakes. That part was almost making her wet at the thought of devouring the whole stack.

    “I made too many, don’t worry about finishing them” her mum said. Alanna knee it was code for ‘Enjoy, but I’ve noticed you’be got fat.” The thought of that conversation made Alanna’s knees weak and she sat down, shivering as the chair creaked.
    “Is there syrup?” she asked. Her mum nodded and produced a tub of squeeze syrup from the cupboard. Alanna drowned the pancakes in syrup. It mixed with the melted butter into a salty/sweet goo. After the first few bites she forgot all about her mum and her good intentions.

    She began to eating more quickly, shovelling forkfuls into her mouth like a starving woman. When she had finished she saw her mum looking at her with disbelief. Her skinny little baby, fat as a pig.
    You’re needing to go on a diet.”
     
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    Monday morning was back to reality. Sam had dropped her off on her doorstep, kissed her goodnight and left her there, clutching two bags from the nearby McDonalds. When she woke up she was back in her childhood bedroom, for what seemed like the first time in a while. Had she been staying at Sam’s that much? She rolled out of bed and went over to her bags. Sam has taken her shopping and she relished wearing clothes that actually fit. She hoped she had bought something she could wear, with Sam in tow, it had been tempting to buy only the sexiest, most impractical clothing she could find. He seemed to enjoy it anyway. She had just pulled on a new set of black underwear when her bedroom door burst open, exposing her in all her fleshy glory. Alanna wasn’t sure who was more horrified, her Mum or her self.

    She felt every pound that hung from her as her mother quickly turned away.
    “B...breakfast is ready,” she said before turning and closing the door firmly behind her. Alanna quickly pulled on a top which hugged her chest and belly, and a skirt which clung to her hips. Then she went downstairs.
    Her mother sat at the kitchen table and in the middle there was a huge stack of pancakes. Her mother tried to look unconcerned and nodded to the pancakes.
    “I made your favourite, since you were off gallivanting on your actual birthday. I thought it’d be a nice...treat.”. Alanna mumbled her thanks. Part of her wanted to excise herself and get out of the house. She could grab McDonalds on the way to work. A bigger part of her could smell the butter soaking the pancakes. That part was almost making her wet at the thought of devouring the whole stack.

    “I made too many, don’t worry about finishing them” her mum said. Alanna knee it was code for ‘Enjoy, but I’ve noticed you’be got fat.” The thought of that conversation made Alanna’s knees weak and she sat down, shivering as the chair creaked.
    “Is there syrup?” she asked. Her mum nodded and produced a tub of squeeze syrup from the cupboard. Alanna drowned the pancakes in syrup. It mixed with the melted butter into a salty/sweet goo. After the first few bites she forgot all about her mum and her good intentions.

    She began to eating more quickly, shovelling forkfuls into her mouth like a starving woman. When she had finished she saw her mum looking at her with disbelief. Her skinny little baby, fat as a pig.
    You’re needing to go on a diet.” Alanna was still panting a little from eating, but she struggled to find the right words.
    “Why?” Her mum threw her arms wide,
    “You’ve just eaten a dozen pancakes baby. You’re getting fat.” she said with a sigh.
    “You made me a dozen! Why am I in the wrong for eating what’s put in front of me!” she was shouting now. Her mother looked angry now.
    “They were a treat, you’re supposed to have some damn self control and not pig out!” she snapped. Alanna didn’t enjoy being called a pig this time. She burst into tears.
     
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    Her mother came around the table and out a hand on Alanna’s shoulder.
    “There there baby, it’s okay. We’lol get some healthy food in and you should go out on your bike again you’ll lose the weight in no time don’t worry.” Alanna sobbed harder. Maybe she should lose weight.

    Her mother had gone too far. For the last week Alanna had tried to be good. She hadn’t been to any buffets, she’d accepted a packed lunch from her mother, she’d not been to Sams. But tonight she’d gotten off the train, after being referred to as “the fat blonde” and made for her second home. The bright yellow and red sign added a spring to her step. She made her way to the desk and wavered between choice, recently she had just gone with ‘all of the above’.
    “Hi there could I get a chicken legend, hot and spicy meal. Large. Five Chicken selects meal. Large. A Big Mac meal. Large. Eh, coke with all of them please.”
    The boy behind the counter had just opened his mouth to ask for payment when Alanna heard a familiar voice.
    “Oh-ho! I don’t think so!” Alanna turned with an expression like thunder. The manager was walking towards her hand on hips. A few people at nearby tables were watching intently. She was ages with Alanns’s mother and in Alanns’s opinion, far too skinny to be a McDonalds manager.
    “You’re mum called ahead, love.” said Joyce. Alanna just stared at her. “Your mum says you’re on a diet and we’ve not to serve you.” Say that louder there’s probably someone at the back who’s not listening.
    I am twenty-three years old. I can eat where I like.” Alanna said, getting angry now. Joyce shook her head,
    “Not while I’m the manager here, missy. When you’re back to a more manageable size, you can come back.” Biting her tongue. Alanna stormed out. She was sitting in her car on the brink of tears when a rap at the window frightened her. The McDonalds boy who had served her was standing there, more importantly he was holding a bag. She opened the door and heaved herself out.
    “Yes?”
    “We’d already made your order, well I had. So it seemed a shame to waste it,” he said with a grin.
    “Thanks!” she said, taking the bag from him. Right on time, her stomach rumbled. The boy shrugged,
    “No problem. Anything for a growing girl.” He winked at her and she blushed.
    “Plus, Joyce is a bitch. You’re Alanna right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’m Grant. Listen I need to get back work, but since you really are barred, maybe I can give you my number and I can bring something by for you sometime?” he asked. Alanna responded by taking a handful of fries and shoving them into her mouth. Noting the familiar light in his eyes, she nodded.

    After they exchanged numbers, she watched him walk away, with a spring in his step, and got down to business.

    She ate her first Big Mac as she drove. She parked up the street from her house and, glad of the early winter nights, unbuttoned her denims. Then the feast really began, she started with the other Big Mac, then the chicken. She washed that down with coke and then shoved chips into her mouth. Her stomach wa tight and round when she finished. She knew she’d fall asleep if she sat there, so she heaved herself from the car, hid the wrappers in a neighbours wheelie bin, and waddled down the street like a pregnant woman. She licked the salt from her lips and took a deep breath before opening the door. Too late she realised she hadn’t buttoned her jeans. She pulled down her top as her mums head popped into view.
     
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    “Hello baby, how was work?” she asked, glancing her up and down. Alanna forced a smile and shrugged.
    “Fine. Took us a while to get enough sign ups, there was a lot of walking though and we missed lunch” she added, preparing her defence.
    “Well you’re right on time! Dinner just about ready and I wanted to treat you, just a little. Since you’ve been so good” she said. Alanna almost groaned. Shit.
    Uh... sure, just let me get changed and I’ll be down.” She made for the stares, hoping her mum couldn’t see how much she was struggling.

    When she arrived in her room, she peeled off her denims and rubbed at her aching stomach. Her underwear too she ditched and struggled out of her shirt. Breathing deeply she looked around for something to wear. She found the last of the clothes Sam had bought her, a huge pair of pyjamas. She hasn’t expected to wear them for some time, but she needed them now. Sure enough, the huge bottoms clung around her belly, barely. But the rest of them hung loose around her ass and legs. The T-shirt too was huge, not quite loose, but covering her completely. I’ll lie down and pretend I’ve fallen asleep, she’ll not wake me up just for dinner. Alanna lowered herself into bed, carefully avoiding putting pressure on her stuffed gut. Lying on her back wasn’t comfortable, but necessary. After a few minutes, she found herself drifting off for real.

    When she awoke it was early morning. Her phone told her 5am and she saw she had a text from Sam.
    I miss you.”
    She stared at it for a moment and then opened up her contacts and clicked on the new entry.
    “How about breakfast?”

    Her stomach’s rumbling eventually forced her downstairs. Habitual investigation of the fridge for the leftovers of her mother’s ‘treat’. There was a healthy slab of lasagne, half a baguette of garlic bread and a modest helping of apple crumble. She glanced at her phone again. No reply. 5:27am.
    She placed the lasagne in the microwave and the garlic bread in the grill. While she waited she took a teaspoon and tasted the crumble. It was cold, but sweet and sugary. The crumbs stuck to her lips, and sugar crunched between her teeth. Where the crumble met the apple there was a sort of gooey sponge that stuck to her tongue. The microwave beeped and Alanna realised she had finished the crumble. Her stomach rumbles again. She sat down a the table, steaming lasagne in front of her and crispy garlic bread at her elbow. Crunch. Chew. Swallow. She scooped up the fallen mince with pieces of the bread. Crunch. Chew. Swallow. She dabbed at the sauce, wiping the plate clean with the end of the baguette. She burped. Resisting the urge to lick the plate clean she pushed it away from her and put her hands under her belly. The weight was satisfying, the soft chub between her fingers was warm and malleable. She moved her hands up to her hips, squeezing her plush lovehandles appreciatively. She shook them gently and moaned as ripples ran across her whole body. Just as her hand slid downwards her phone buzzed.

    On it.”
     
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    If Grant was surprised to find her standing on the pavement, shivering in her baggy pyjamas, he didn’t say so. He waved her towards the passenger seat and the suspension rocked as she heaved herself into it. She groaned as she pulled on the seat belt, putting pressure on her swollen stomach.
    “Hi” he said. She looked at him, as if realising she had just got into a stranger’s car.
    “Hey”. He put the car into gear and pulled away.
    “Where are we headed?”
    “To find food,” she said with a smile. He nodded towards the back seat. She turned to see three Asda carrier bags, full of goodies waiting there. With effort she snagged a bag of chocolate. Grant glanced at her, as she shoved the second handful into her mouth.
    “Those are share bags you know.” She just looked at him and said.
    “That’s not why you bought them.”

    -

    By the time they reached their destination, there was a growing collection of wrappers on Grant’s car floor. As Grant parked she looked up at the large house, surrounded by nothing but fields and trees.
    “This is the old Usherwood house, why are we here?” She turned to see him fiddling with the dash cam,
    “Because I live here and it has a kitchen.” She glanced at the bags in the back.
    “If you’re an Usherwood, you don’t need to be working in McDonalds”
    “Nope, but my dad thinks I should learn some values. Apparently a zero hours contract, working for Joyce, is the way to learn them. Coming inside?” He climbed out of the drivers seat and opened the back passenger seat, reaching for the bags.
    “I’m in my pyjamas.” She said, as if she’d just realised. He looked at her strangely,
    “Yeah...?”
    “Won’t your parents find that a bit odd? This,” she waved a hand at the bags, “a bit odd?” Grant shrugged,
    “It’s just Dad, and he’s in the Maldives until next week.”
    Alanna glanced once more at the bags in his hands, and nodded.


    The house was huge, but Grant didn’t give her a tour. He took her to the living room and seated her on a wide sofa chair. He gave her one of the bags, it was filled with muffins and packets of biscuits. Comfort-junk. She dug in.

    Grant fidgeted with his television, then retreated to the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, he emerged with a deep bowl of thick cheesy macaroni. Alanna’s eyes lit up and she put aside her third packet of biscuits to receive his offering. From the first bite she was in ecstasy. The sauce was almost pure cheese, barely a beschamel sauce. She could almost feel the fat adding to her hips and belly.
     
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    Alanna kept eating, at one point she cried. Grant was cooking in the kitchen and she’d shoved a donut into her mouth. She looked down at the huge belly that pooled on her lap, the pyjamas were big, sure, but her gluttony still managed to show itself off.
    She grabbed her belly with both hands, tears running down her cheeks as her fingers sunk into the unblemished fat. Then she was fine again, shoving the next donut in her mouth.

    Grant was nowhere near the cool Sam was and his finale wasn’t quite as impressive. It was a thick, creamy cheesecake. Twice as large as one you’d find in the supermarket and Sam’s was better, but she devoured it. Grant knelt at her feet and began to rub the soft rolls of her belly, pushing deeply to massage her swollen gut. She saw through the big windows that it was already getting dark. She felt sleepy, but didn’t want to get home while her mother might still be up. She’d want an explanation for Alanna’s disappearance while her car was in the driveway. Then she felt Grant’s hands slip down onto her thighs, rubbing ever lower.

    “Could you take me home?” she asked, suddenly uncomfortable.
    “Sorry?” he looked surprised. She saw his eyes dart to all the wrappers hoarded around her, and knew what he must be thinking. Fat pig eats my food all day and then won’t put out? Hog. Then he smiled and patted her belly.
    “No worries. Uh, can you move though?” Alanna wondered the same thing. She was full. As full as she’d only been a handful of times before. She blushed.
    “I don’t know. Will you help?” she asked.

    In the end, with a great deal of help, she waddled to the car. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, as she struggled to breath freely. Grant hadn’t been gentle with his help, frequently holding her and grabbing her soft rolls to stop her from falling over. When he climbed into the drivers seat, she blushed again and mumbled,
    “Could you help with the seatbelt?” She asked, holding it up weakly in her hand. He chuckled and reached over her, dragging his hand over her flabby body and with effort clicked it home. He patted her on the belly again and said,
    “You really are quite the fatty.”. She felt the heat grow, both in her cheeks and between her legs.
    “Ah week, let’s get you home” he said regretfully.

    When Grant helped her out of thee car, she tottered onto the pavement and assured him she’d make it to her door.
    “A girl your size could do some serious damage if she fell!”
    “Bye Grant.”
    He nodded, still smiling oddly.
    “Until next time.”
    “There won’t be a next time.” She replied. Grant’s expression was confused.
    “Thanks for today, really, I appreciate it. But I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” His face darkened and she thought he would say something horrible. Then he shrugged.
    “By then fatty,” and drove away.

    -

    Alanna did not make it to her door. She did make it to her car. She squeezed into her drivers seat and moaned as the steering wheel stuck into her swollen belly. She moved back her seat, and realised she could no longer reach the peddles. She pulled the seat forward. Pain. Back. Out of reach. She repeated this until, wedged between the two she lay her head back, and went to sleep.
     
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    When she awoke, the clock told her it was just after 11pm. She managed to pull herself into a pain free, if uncomfortable position to be able to drive and headed for Glasgow. Thirty minutes later she reached the city and made for her destination. She stopped for a brief snack at the McDonalds drive-thru, which she ate in the car park, before driving on.

    She reached her destination and hauled herself from the car. The pavement was icy and panic struck her, what if she fell now? Grant hadn’t been far wrong. She wasn’t the slip of the girl she’d been last December, unaware of the change that would soon begin. She reached the buzzer and pressed the top one.
    Who is it?”. Came the voice through the tannoy. She took a deep breath.
    “It’s me.” There was a pregnant pause. The door buzzed open.

    Up the stairs Alanna hauled herself, fueled by a fire that the voice had lit in her. When he opened the door his eyes widened. Whether it was her size or the stained, oversized pyjamas she longed to she’d, or something else, she didn’t know. But he stared.
    “I love you. Can I come in?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. Then he stood aside.
    “You’d better come in. Merry Christmas Alanna.” Sam said.
     
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