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.
     
  9. Nov 17, 2018 at 11:07 PM #9

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    I love this and where it's heading. Hopefully there is more soon!
     

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