Chapter 190 - #190 /the original queen/

Behind me I felt the weight of Dee’s gigaton lard ass being shifted off of me. The blubbery tub of lard requiring the assistance of the unofficial harem of body worshipers that had surrounded her. I might’ve been particularly interested in searing the image of that once in a lifetime imperial booty in motion into my brain. But I was too busy struggling to get to my feet with all my blubber in motion. I could just about make out Megan’s bikini and pale blubbery features through the crowd. I needed to corner her. Negotiate. Do something to bring this increasingly debauched story to an end. I was fairly sure two women had been immobilized to say nothing of the escalating hurricane of debauchery Mindys home was becoming. I managed to get up after battling my own girth. It seemed like the cheerleaders had gotten their entertainment and made their point. They were better than me. That had been made abundantly clear. As I took a sluggish step towards Megan I was interrupted by a voice over my shoulder. “Before you go, you want to feed me or something?” Mindy asked me casually.

She said it casually without any command or superior tone. I glanced back. She was lazing casually, a hand resting on her massive gut. Her face relaxed and confident yet not quite smug. I doubted the reality warping field was weakening. It was most likely that she had been simply satisfied to have had her fun. I couldn’t help but look back at her, at her overwhelming pale mass, like the overfilled clouds before a breaking storm. Casual confident and dangerous. In that moment It was very easy to recall the other emotions I had felt about Mindy before I had obtained L.B.L UP. Jealously, aggravation but chief amongst them, if I was being completely honest was desire. She was gorgeous and dark, any nerd will tell you how dangerous a goth with a nice rack can be. I had fancied myself too much of an outcast to go for the typical blondes with sunny dispositions. Yet despite her dark aesthetic, she still had the prestige and power of being the hottest around. Everyone has an unattainable high school crush, being the lustful little degenerate I was, I had more than a few. But she had been queen of that category as well.

It wasn’t a command, but I obeyed it anyways. I knew It was an action I really shouldn’t be taking. After all, it was delaying dealing with Megan. It was potentially catastrophic for Mindy’s figure. But I had never been a paragon of willpower when it came to not doing what I wanted. And I really wanted to do what she asked me. There was still plenty of food scattered around for me to feed her. I bent over and picked up an unopened a freshly delivered pizza as I passed. I think the crowd might’ve yelled. But I couldn’t say for certain since I was utterly focused on her, I felt like I was underwater. My heart beating fast. Some part of me wanted to call it an illusion, a fake. But it was reality. An app altered version of reality. But reality nevertheless. The massive breasts obscuring my vision were real. I approached and pushed my gut and bust into hers. It got her wobbling, a sight to behold but my extra weight hardly even nudged her back. She smirked commandingly and lazily opened her mouth. I brought the food to her lips and she gobbled it down greedily. I’d like to be able to say it was reality warping, some compulsion inflicted by my rival. But I knew with certainty it wasn’t. This was me, doing what I wanted to, even with a heavy price on the line.

For all my many kinky encounters, I didn't feed people all that often, doing so under my own volition was even rarer. There was something sort of intimate about the act of feeding her. Of bringing the food from the box to her mouth and watching it disappear. With how close we were every single motion of her feeding was perfectly clear and on display. The brief chewing and bulging of her cheeks followed by the swallowing down of her greasy treat. The way her breasts rose and fell with every relaxed breath. The way she’d lick her lips clean between treats. It was very different to the cavalcade of fetish chaos that L.B.L Up usually presented. Though the app soon began to make its presence known. As I slipped more indulgent bites down her lips, she began to grow. Slowly her gut began to expand outwards, along with the rest of her jiggly oversized girth. It wasn’t overwhelmingly fast like it had been with Deena and Penny. It was so much slower, her body slowly freeing itself, inch by pale tantalizing inch of softness from her swimsuit. Like the most tantalizing of strip teases.

Every bite and gulp she took I was utterly enamored. I manually suppressed any building guilt by losing myself in her size and her curves. In the deep folds of her gut or the utter abyss of her naval. “Make eye contact it’s rude otherwise” she told me dryly and I brought my eyes to meet her piercing gaze. My hands hadn’t stopped feeding her. “Well maybe you should’ve worn a better fitting swimsuit if you didn't want people staring...” I told her firing back a comeback as usual as I fed her plumper. “If you like it so much you should focus on feeding it” she shot back commandingly, and I let out an audible squeak at that line. Pushing the food harder against her lips only to find he rising to the challenge. I could feel the ridiculous capacity of her gut as I leaned on top of it. It was still full of that feast from earlier. Yet she was still gobbling down what I was feeding her like it was nothing. A blackhole of endless capacity. A feeders fantasy.

I had fantasized about her not irregularly. It was just kind of what you do when you’re horny with minimal outlets. I had a buffet of downright degenerate fantasies, but there were three that stood out to me. One of them was by the simplest given her previous club activities. A simple idea of her in her cheerleading outfit, working up a sweat due to having gotten out of shape. Back then my most daring fantasy would’ve had had her at more than a solid 200lbs, but such a number was meager and barely a fraction of the bulk she was acquiring as I willfully fed her more snacks. I had personally seen her utterly outgrow her old cheerleading outfit on two separate occasions. First out the football field and second at the diner. Yet I could still almost imagine her mountainous blobby curves filling out that short skirt and bikini top. Her new swimsuit would’ve covered up more of her body before she busted it open with her own immense gains. “More! I’ve got plenty of room” she said letting out a belch and opening her mouth wider. I was happy to oblige and begun duel wielding delicacies and cramming them in her mouth.

Another fantasy was a bit more intricate. It would be set a few years after the graduation and we’d be the process of celebrating. I’d bump into her in some fast-food place, and she’d have gotten out of shape. In that fantasy I had become super successful, developed a hot toned body, and my boobs had come in. The best I can offer in my own defense is that fantasies aren’t supposed to be realistic. Mindy meanwhile would have gotten completely out of shape and grown hugely fat. We’d bump into each other and I’d tease her, she’d attempt to resist from stuffing herself with fast food but fail. A lot of my fantasies were admitedly like that, mean spirted or vengeful. I used to cover up my own attraction by pretending I hated her. But those fantasies never really did it for me long term. Because I knew no matter how fat or out of shape, she got I’d never truly feel superior. I was witnessing it in real time as I fed her larger and larger, but her willpower and pride never seemed to falter.

She let out a bubbly belch that caused me to cease, I could tell by the tightness and spherical nature of her gut that she was utterly full. Completely round, the seemingly bottomless pit had been well and truly filled. I leaned back a bit and was struck by a profound Ephinay. I recalled the very first fantasy. The first one I had ever imagined when it came to the sexy cheerleader. Before I even knew who she was. She had passed me in the corridor and the idea had just flashed through my head. It was the simplest fantasy of all. No storyline, nothing unique to who she was. It a simple mental image of her, fat and overfed, in a skimpy bikini. Of course, the Mindy of reality was no longer wearing a bikini. She was basically nude with the scraps of material lost in her massive rolls of blubber. To call her an immense blob of a woman would’ve been the only accurate description, with a vast gut that would’ve rested on the floor even if she could still stand up. I had fed her well and truly immense likely to the point of immobility. I was struck by a simple revelation. Unlike the vast crowd of cheerleader obsessed groupies in the crowd, L.B.L UP didn't need to alter my personality or my sexual interests. The truth was, though it had forever agitated me, she had been my Queen from the very start.

I paused and took a deep breath. Aware of the fact that I had just lost time and most likely immobilized Mindy. I figured that was something to be unpacked later. Since the party was still raging in full swing, and they weren’t the only people in danger. I needed to find Megan. Thankfully she was still just fat enough to standout in the crowd and I began to waddle after her. “Hey, Deena, I don’t know why, but I’ve got the strangest urge to wish you good luck right now!” Mindy said the words confident if slightly distant and confused. I really didn't know what to say in response to that. So, I didn't say anything. I simply nodded the affirmative and thrust my oversized body into the crowd. Desperate to bring the messy, chaotic party to a close.