Under his spell 2

Chapter 6

Sarah opened the door slowly to find a much less cozy room than the one she had been calling home for the last few days. It looked more like a hospital room than anything else. In the center of the room was a thick metal table, which was just barely wide enough to fit the naked woman that laid upon it. She was absolutely huge, maybe 350 pounds or so. A fat, hairy man with a thick mustache stood between her legs, fucking her fiercely. The moaning that Sarah had been hearing through the wall was even louder in person.

As she stood just inside the doorway, mouth agape, Sarah noticed two large clear suction cups attached to the fat woman’s mammoth breasts, and a machine pumping milk from them through a series of tubes. The woman had drool all over the bottom half of her face and was moaning as loud as ever.

Sarah heard a noise behind her and turned to see Vincent walk into the room. He ignored her presence, walking passed her and stepped up next to the behemoth on the table, ignoring the man fucking her, and leaned on her massive wobbling gut like you would lean on a kitchen counter. Without looking at Sarah, he began to speak.

“This is Beth,” he said, rubbing the girth before him. “She was a lot like you once, so unsure of the path she had chosen. But she trusted me to help her make things right again. She believed that I could free her from the society’s chains. She gave herself to me fully and did not question my help, unlike you. When I see the way you hesitate to embrace the gifts I give you, I have to wonder if you are truly serious about starting over as you say you wish to do.”

“How long has she been here like this?” Sarah asked, astonished by what she was seeing on the table in front of her.

“Only a few weeks, perhaps a month” Vincent replied.

Sarah stared at the woman on the table. She was acting almost like an animal in the way her desires seemed to control her actions. Her blonde hair was cut the same way as Sarah’s, except it may have been a little longer. Between her monstrously thick legs, where the man furiously pumped in and out of her wet pussy, sat one of the more wild patches of pubic hair Sarah had ever seen. It looked like it hadn’t been so much as trimmed in ages. The woman made no attempt to move at all; she just laid almost lifelessly on her back under the monstrous stomach that was slopped on top of her as a constant stream of milk was sucked from her massive breasts. She was clearly not lifeless, however, judging by the earth-shattering moans that rang from her plump lips whenever the hairy man’s dick would hit her just right.

“When I met this woman,” Vincent went on, “she was lost and afraid. Now look at her, she lives in constant bliss. She simply lays back and gets fucked all day like a good slut.”

Sarah looked up from the mammoth woman on the table and peered into Vincent’s piercing eyes. That familiar calm washed over her. She knew that he could make her happier than any other man.

“Give in to your desires, Sarah. There’s nothing wrong with following your heart. You deserve to be happy, too. Don’t let your old life hold you back any longer. That life is gone now - your own sister doesn’t recognize you anymore. You are no longer a frail little creature. You have grown into a fat, healthy, big-titted woman. You have become a goddess, Sarah. Embrace your new path.”

There was a moment of silence as Sarah stared into Vincent’s eyes before her mouth curled up into a big, beaming smile. As she waddled towards her man, she let the blanket that was covering her drop to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his strong, sturdy frame and pressed all her fatness into his hard body. They shared the most magical kiss of Sarah’s life as Beth moaned and panted loudly beside them.

“That’s enough, Virgil,” Vincent said as soon as his lips parted from Sarah’s. With that the fat man that was fucking Beth pulled his erection out of the fat girl and walked out of the room without so much as a word. Almost immediately Beth began to reach down with her chubby hand to finger herself, but she couldn’t reach over her massive bulk. She began to cry when she realized she couldn’t reach and continue her pleasure. She looked at Sarah with sheer panic in her hazel eyes.

“Please fuck me,” she cried. “Please, oh god, please.” She was begging through her tears, she needed it so bad. Sarah looked to Vincent.

“Well, Sarah,” Vincent said, waving a hand towards the girthy girl struggling on the table, “you need to fuck our friend.”