About will power

chapter 4

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

Mara could have stopped herself from becoming immobile. She had plenty of chances. Rosie had actually stopped giving her supplements and enhancements long before she stopped James's. But she kept eating. Kept eating even when she saw James pinned. Kept eating when Rosie had told them that they could walk out of there if they stopped eating.

Her will power was pretty non existent. It had been fun to watch her eat herself to chubby, then plump, and then fat. Fun to watch her struggle to say no after being captive. But Mara couldn't say no. That first night in captivity Rosie had let them know that there was special drugs in their food, but it only activated when they ate "too much" If they could control themselves, they could have avoided the huge gains, the aching huge, the need to stuff themselves. Heck, they could have walked away easily and she would have let them.

James didn't even try. He thought he could power through whatever she threw at them. He was too far gone anyways.

James had been too easy, Mara had been fun. Because she kept eating even when she knew what it was doing to her.

Kept eating when she saw her breasts begin to point to the floor, expanded to a size no bra could hold. When she couldn't stand up straight due to the deposits of fat on her back. Kept stuffing her face when her belly impeded her walking. A slap slap slap for the few feet to the trays covered with food.

Kept chewing when her breath came in shorter, her chin became many and her fat never stopped jiggling when she was no longer in motion.

Kept putting food in her mouth when she could barely bend her arms at the elbow to reach her gaping maw. So hungry. Her belly demanded she feed it. Her body demanded sugars and salts and fat fat fat. She would find her self drooling at the very smell, or mention of food.

She would eat and stuff her face, at one point she had nearly three chins before they all smoothed out into one fat ring. Her lips were always in a pucker from the puffiness of her cheeks. She couldn't' see that James's face was pretty much just half opened eyes and a mouth begging for more food buried in fat. She didn't look or try to hear, just waited for the sound of the next food cart.

Mara could have gotten away. Rosie had actually offered her escape many time. Just told her that if she could resist one entire meal, she would let her go. Let her out and even give her surgery to undo what had been done. After all, Rosie hadn't gone for the entire package, just the physical one. Mara had scoffed at her and smugly told her that she was going to see Rosie in jail for this.

And then Rosie brought out the food trays.

It took Mara 10 minutes before she broke.

She had only been 360 pounds then. Her belly hadn't even covered her thighs then.

She had given in and eaten so much that the chair she had been sitting in broke- and no, it wasn't her first broken chair. She never even tried to go for the open door. Sure, she cried some as she stuffed her face, her cries of self pity and loathing mixed in with tears of rapturous hunger as she ripped into her food.

She had no will power left.

Now Rosie sat watching what she had created. She listened to them moan, begged, not for release, but more food.

It had been 10 minutes since they had last eaten.

Neither was even covered by a sheet. She had refused them clothes when they both crested over 400 pounds. There were tubes of oxygen in their noses made tiny by their huge fat faces. Even with the surgeries and scientific advancements the oxygen helped keep them alert and aware.

While she enjoyed watching them stuff their faces or have other people stuff them, or even have them moan while sucking on tubes, sometimes she enjoyed making them beg.

James now weight in at over 800 Mara was caching up at 780. They had rolls upon rolls, their belly weighing them down more effectively then any bonds could. They couldn't move more then their hands, their fingers chubby and hard to bend.

Rosie enjoyed sitting on James belly calling him names and slapping his mess of fat. She would show him pictures of them from high school, pictures of Mara, of who they were when they had first moved in.

Oh she did it to Mara too, rubbing her naked body theirs, sometimes moving the beds together so she was between them. At one point she had been able to stuff one of them while doing this, but a tube was really the best way to get that trick done now.

Rosie would mount James sometimes holding something to eat. She would remind him how he had once told her wasn't enough money in the world to get him to let a fat chick like her ride him. He wouldn't screw her with another guys dick.

Well now he couldn't reach his dick. Hadn't seen it in ages. Mara could tell as the flush crept over his body (what she could see of it. it WAS massive and she couldn't really turn her head that well with all the chins) that he was turned on.

James dick was buried under fat and for a while Rosie had employed a special machine that lifted his massive belly and allowed her to access it and tease him before refusing him release. Now a special tube snaked out from there, attached to his penis which was dwarfed by the rest of him. It held the promise of orgasm, but she rarely turned it on to allow it. Really, all she had to do was stuff his belly till it was a hard massive dome towering over him and let it slap down on him a few time, made call him a few names before he came all on his own, actual stimulation wasn't required much anymore. She had trained him that well. Mara had one too, bit Rosie tended to keep that vibrator and suction on at a low hum a lot of the time. Mara spent a lot of her hours in a blissed out state of pleasure and eating. Her mind had quickly realized that whence wasn't eating, the machine would turn off. So she ate more.

Rosie did miss being able to get James on all fours and make him eat off the floor, making him beg for someone to reach for what he could no longer touch. She had a friend from the company who would join her with a strap on and a chubby boyfriend to give him some... encouragement.

Yes, she missed that a bit, but what could you do? He was too massively big. It was a pretty fair trade off, Rosie thought, as she surveyed his pale warm body, his breathing shallow but steady. The processes had insured they would live a long healthy life like this.

Maybe by the time he reached 1000 pounds some new tech would allow her to position him like that again.. For now he just swallowed what ever she or some of her helpers shoved down his gullet. She had already decided to send him off to Jennifer some point soon. She was bored with him. She could always visit.

Besides, she couldn't devote the time she wanted to TWO 1000+ plus people, and she wanted Mara more.

Mara, who was gaining in leaps and bounds but taking. It was a delicious slow burn she didn't want to rush. Mara was special.