chapter 1

It had been two months. Two months since her step-brother Danny had taken the scale out of the bathroom and hid it. Two months of him telling her to eat up and stop worrying about what she looked like. Two months of making sure his new little step-sister was nice and stuffed at all times, her round belly constantly swollen from being overfed. He distracted her with tv and conversation while she snacked, which led her to ignore the way her jeans were cutting into her and forming a large muffintop. He handed her another bag of chocolate chip mini muffins, and watched with satisfaction as she stuffed them into her already-hard belly while staring at the tv as if in a trance.
"Hey, Mia," he whispered next to her ear. She gave him no reaction, so he put his arm around her shoulder. His fingertips brushed her upper arm, which was now inches thicker with fat-like all of her was. He gave her blubbery arm a gentle squeeze, enough to feel the extra fat but not enough to really warrant her full attention. Her eyes were barely staying open, the wrapper from her seventh minimuffin pack in an hour falling slowly out of her hand's grasp.
"hey chubs," he whispered, watching her eyes drift close, "you're growing real nice. I might even leave your mom alone this time. I don't want her to get fat enough that my dad leaves her. I found you, and you are getting sooo cute and plump. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be so fat and lazy that you won't ever want to leave the couch, and thats when i'll leave you here to struggle with the consequences of eating whatever you want, whenever you want. Sound good?"
He was greeted with nothing but a gentle, peaceful snore, and smirked. Here she was, helpless and passed out practically in his arms, her hefty belly poking out into the air as if she had swallowed a painfully large balloon. And he still couldn't bring himself to touch her. He knew she wanted it, wanted him, because she had told him when their parents had first gotten married, while she was drunk at the wedding and confiding in him. He had told her she wasn't his type, and she wasn't-- but that didn't mean that he couldn't have fun with her. And she was definitely rounding out nicely: a soft double chin was turning into a third, her growing breasts were D-cups, and her meaty thighs were hidden by a huge, perfectly round potbelly that sat like a heavy beanbag in her lap. He grinned widely, watching her distended gut rise and fall as she slept.
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