Even skinny girls love to eat...

Chapter 2 - even skinny girls love to eat-2

A few days of pigging out and junk food eating later, Ryan stopped by Desiree's house to see how she was doing. To his great satisfaction, there his girlfriend lay, lounging lazily on the couch in soft, fuzzy stretch pants, a bowl of buttery popcorn on her left and a bag of chocolates on her right. She jumped, startled, when her boyfriend appeared seemingly out of nowhere in her living room.
"Hey Des," Ryan greeted her. Streaks of yellow butter were crusted on her upper lip, and a round, portly tummy rested in her lap, swollen and plump. Desiree blushed and stood up to greet Ryan.
"What do you want?" She snapped.
"I got you a new pair of jeans, thought you'd like to try them out," Ryan replied, amused by Desiree's anger.
Desiree plopped her growing butt back down on the couch and stuffed a handful of popcorn in her face. "I don't want to try anthing on right now," she answered.
"Are you sure? They're American Eagle," Ryan tempted. Desiree's eyes flashed with greed.
"American Eagle?"
"Uh-huh."
And so, Ryan gave the size zero jeans to Desiree to try on, knowing full well her bloated ass didn't have a hope of fitting in them.
Desiree tugged and she squeezed, yanked and pulled, but she just couldn't seem to fit into the jeans. They got stuck at her upper thighs, which were beginning to dimple with cellulite as they inflated in size. Her squishy bottom was unable to fit inside, so she called from inside the bathroom, "Are you kidding me? These suck, take them back," as she tossed the pair of jeans out the bathroom door.
"I'm sorry. Wrong size, maybe?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah, like too big," Desiree lied as she grabbed her accumulating stomach.
"All right, I'll take em back. Wanna go to Vanilla Ice Creamery with me? We can go now."
Without thinking about it, Desiree answered yes. She wasn't that fat, after all, so she could afford another small ice cream more...
But what she got was no small ice cream, by any stretch of the imagination. Ryan had ordered her the largest ice cream available, the Quintuple Fudgeberry Surprise, which consisted of five whopping scoops of chocolate ice cream packed on a waffle cone and drizzled in fudge, caramel, marshmallow, and strawberry sauces. When Desiree saw it, her eyes widened.
"Why the hell did you order me this?? If you think you're gonna get away with a mini frozen yogurt, you thought wrong. You're gonna help me eat this."
"But, I ate just before I came to get you! I don't possibly have any room for that monster," Ryan lied as he licked a dainty bit of frozen yogurt off his spoon.
"Yeah, will neither do I, but you didn't think of that, did you?" Desiree growled, but proceeded to shovel great big spoonfuls of thick, rich, fattening ice cream down her gullet to satisfy the call of her enlarging stomach. A tight pooch ballooned up from her soft pants, straining and struggling even against the elastic fabric that should have allowed her tummy more breathing room. Desiree pretended she didn't notice the uncomfortable way her belly rubbed against the pants, slowly filling them out and demanding more room on her lap as it expanded. Like a good little piggy she consumed the entire cone, then belched and massaged her chubby gut without a care in the world.
Ryan took her home and watched some Real Housewives with her, but Desiree only moaned and complained the whole time about how much her stomach hurt and how fat she was becoming.
"Shh, shh, honey, don't degrade yourself like that. You're absolutely skin and bones! I'm seriously worried about your health and well-being, because a girl as skinny as you isn't healthy, babe. Will you promise to eat more for me?"
Desiree snapped her head around to glare at Ryan. "Oh my God. Why did I not see it before? You're...You're trying to fatten me up! Aren't you? Aren't you???"
"What??" Ryan exclaimed. "No! What? No! I just want you to be healthy is all, it makes me sad how skinny you are and-"
"Don't you lie to me, Ryan Mannigan! I know what you're doing to me, you sick, disgusting bastard!" Desiree screamed. She leapt off the couch with an agility surprising for a girl who'd just stuffed herself, and she tried to run away, but Ryan caught up with her.
He grabbed ahold of her, and, easily overpowering her, shoved her into a chair and put a pocketknife to her throat, daring her to move.
"One false move and I cut out your jugular. Then I will have the pleasure of watching you wallow in your own blood as it flows like a faucet from your severed artery. So, if you wish to stay alive, you'll obey me and stay put."
Desiree nodded, breathing hard as Ryan bound her to the chair with duct tape. When she was a guaranteed prisoner, she asked tentatively, "Wh-what are you going to do with me? Ryan-"
"Don't call me Ryan anymore. Call me Master, because that's who I am to you now. You will do as I tell you, no questions asked, or else I'll be forced to do something bad to you. You don't want that, do you?"
"No," Desiree replied.
"No what?"
"No, Master."
Ryan smiled and stroked Desiree's soft cheek. "Good girl. Now, if you behave like a good little piggy, this will all be over much sooner. On the contrary, if you're a bad piglet, Master will be forced to do this the hard way. Which do you want?"
"The easy way, Master," Des answered.
"Very good." Ryan removed a quart of heavy whipping cream from the refrigerator, took a funnel from the cabinet below, and went to place it in Desiree's mouth.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Desiree asked.
"Because you're a greedy little piggy that needs to be fattened up 'til you're nice and soft. No one likes a skinny bitch, not even yourself. You'll learn to love how soft and fleshy you are, how warm and cuddly you'll be when I've plumped you up sufficiently. Now, open wide."
Desiree opened her mouth to receive the funnel, and then the feeding process began. One quart of heavy cream disappeared into her belly, then another and another. Her gut was enormous by this time, too fat for her shirt to contain, and it gurgled and rumbled with protest as it was bombarded by a gargantuan load of liquid lard.
Before Ryan could funnel the last quart down her throat, Desiree gasped, "Please stop. It...It hurts."
Ryan grinned coldly, a spark of wicked pleasure igniting in his sapphire eyes.
"The more it hurts, the better, my dear. Be a good cow and open up nice and wide so Master can feed his hungry girl. I detect some extra room in there," Ryan said, pinching Desiree's overly bloated belly. Her stomach was rock hard buried under a thick, rubbery layer of fat that coated every inch of her body, and after funneling the last bit in, Ryan proceeded to grope her. Desiree yelped and moaned as he kneaded her breasts, which were droopy with chub. Ryan grabbed her marshmallowy butt cheeks, jiggled the new fat rolls that had grown all over her body, in the back and under the arms, tried to feel for a hip bone that was now protected by a layer of lard. He squished Desiree's face, which had become doughy and round, inspected her double chin to guage how it had grown lately.
"You're so damn skinny, little piggy. Master needs to stop neglecting you and feed you more..."