About will power

chapter 3

BDSM, Force feeding, XWG, SSBBW, SSBHM, explicit sexual scenes)


She finished off her treat with a satisfied "mmmm" sound. She licked her lips and surveyed the scene in front of her.

Rosie could enjoy one yummy chocolate snack and be fine. Heck, once in a while she had two or three. But today, she really only needed or wanted the one. She could say no to things after all.

The two in front of her could not.

It hadn't taken long at all. Captivity along with a steady supply of food and drink had won out long ago. She didn't even need to force them much. Their own gluttony and greed had wrecked them on their own. She often wondered, if she hadn't stepped in and sped up the process, would they have ended up like this one their own?

She had no doubt they would have. Though they would have had a hard time being able to fill those bellies without her money.

It was well worth it.

It was two years on now and she sat in front of her glorious behemoths. With the help of a friends technology, she had created gluttony itself.

She hadn't had to bind them to their beds, or uses leashes in ages. Both had needed help getting around a year ago, and it had been months since either had even moved on their own accords. Sure, Mara shifted some (or tried. there was faint rippling of her fat every so often), both were breathing and their bellies would often rise and rise and rise. That's what happens when you stuff a few hundred pounds of belly on a regular basis.

Mara, when she was a slip of a woman at 450 pounds had seen James when he was unable to get up, pined by his own fat. She had seen him begging, not for help but food, the monstrous hunger inside of him. He had been immobile first, always a good hundred pounds ahead of her. He hit 500 first (he had cried for the first time, as if it hadn't hit him a few hundred pounds ago that there was no doing back. Rosie had rewarded him with an orgasm for hitting 500, and then 5 days of tube feeding to the point of painful fullness in case he got any other revelations) , and was pretty much immobile at 600. His muscles had deteriorated faster then a normal persons due to being confined, the drugs in the food and probably, Rosie guesstimated, due to some poor health choices when he was an athlete.

James face was nothing bit rings of chins, his breasts not as large as Maras but definitely large and feminine. Rose had had all his hair from the neck down removed so they even looked lady like. She had made him wear a bra back when she let them wear clothes. He had made to refuse until Rosie indicated that no bra, no food. Oh she would have still fed him, but not food, probably a tube or just shakes.

But his belly was practically a separate person. His belly hid most of his fat legs like a large sack of lard, creased and covered with stretch marks. When it was soft most of the time, you could sink an entire forearm into it. Rolls billowed around his body, his thighs massive and trunk like. Where his calves began was unknown since there didn't seem to be a crease or bend in them anymore (Rosie had looked once, having them hoist his belly up. Nope, just two giant trunks melting into each other)

Her friends technology had eliminated the need for either of her pets to use the facilities and kept their skin and bodies healthier then most peoples, so there were no bed sores or other health concerns to go with the expanding bodies. Just glorious buttery rolls of fat to play with and grow.

And my oh my, how they had grown.