Chapter 14 - the last party

Pete took his place in the hallway as the guests started to arrive. He wore clothes that lady Anna had chosen for him. They were much too small, but not much would fit him these days anyway. His cheeks were round and wide. He had developed a fat roll at the base of his skull. His neck was so thick and wide that he could not button up any shirt around his neck without feeling he was strangling himself. His fat and flabby arms stuck out to the sides, pushed out by layer upon layer of fat on his torso. His firearms had once been a network of tendons and blood vessels underneath the skin. Now they were more than twice the size and terminated in chubby hands with stubbly fingers. He had a fat hump over the back of his shoulders. His flabby breasts hung down and out, pulling on the skin at the top of his chest. His rear end had more dappled fat. The cellulite extended down his thighs right down to his knees. He had a roll of fat overflowing his ankle and a pad of fat on the top of his foot, making it impossible to wear most shoes. The shoes he had on today were extra wide and he had to leave the laces undone or they were too uncomfortable to wear. It made walking more difficult, but then again he did not walk fat these days.
His trousers too were too tight to do up. They had been a struggle to get on. The non stretch fabric was pulled so tight it had gone shiny. The seams were strained and threatened to pull apart any second. Pete's shirt would not do up at all. He wore a tee shirt underneath it to try and look more respectable, but the tee shirt could not stretch enough to cover his giant belly that fell down to his knees when it was empty. Nor would he trousers extend to cover it either. Therefore, it remained bare for all to see what a gluttonous piggy he was. He wore a tie. It was a formal occasion after all, but the standard size tie looked like a comedy tie on his giant body. He could not wear it tight around his wide neck, then it rose up over his breasts and finished somewhere mid chest.
There was no way Pete could stand for longer than five minutes. The effort was too great. His belly kept pulling him forwards so much that he could not stand up without clinging onto something these days anyway. He was allowed to sit as people arrived. He didn't even have to stand to greet them. He just had to sit there looking fat.

Lady Anna awaited her guests in the drawing room. She lay back on the chaise as usual, but there was so much more of her now that she was nearly overflowing it. She had chubby cheeks and a double chin. Her breasts were twice the size they were. She loved to jiggle them from side to side and her nipples were so much more sensitive than they used to be. Her dress, as she had promised was much too small. It showed off her new bingo wings to a T. The tight fabric was stretched tight over her rounded belly and wrinkled extensively at the top of her thighs.
She couldn't walk in heels anymore. Hey threw her off balance, but she was wearing six inch high stillettos. They were fine for lounging around in, looking sexy!
The dress she wore was supposed to be floor length, but when she did stand up, it was so puckered and stretched trying to cover her excess of fat that it barely reached her chubby knees.

She did not want to spend too long greeting the guests. She wanted to get on with the main event quickly!

However, she insisted that everyone had a shake before going into dinner. A shake laced with alcohol, to lower the inhibitions and make them lose track of how much they were eating later on.
She wanted everyone to be drunk... and high... her amouse bouche was hash brownies, with real hash inside them.
It was a rather happy, giggly crowd who entered the dining room and sat down. Usually they helped themselves to their meals. This time it was plated up for them. They faced a starter the size of a main meal. But no one complained, they simply started to eat with enthusiasm and downed a glass of sparkling wine.A fish course followed quickly after the starter, accompanied by a large glass of dry white wine. The plate was piled high and was a full meal in itself. But they were not finished yet. The meat course followed, alongside a full bodied red.
Some of them were starting to struggle to keep up. They were getting full. Anna encouraged those who were ahead to help the ones that were falling behind by continuing to feed them when they put down their knife and fork. No one wanted to offend her by not doing what she wanted... they were too far gone to notice their wine glasses were getting topped up.
At the end of the main meal, Anna suggested that everyone loosened their clothing around their middle. She led them in this by taking off her too tight dress. Now they could see the full extent of her gluttony. They could see how her rounded paunch overflowed her knickers and hung down somewhat. It was covered in stretch marks, showing how quickly she had gained the weight.
Everyone followed Anna and dessert was served with them all sitting in their underwear. They were now all feeding each other, their bellies were all swollen, all little rounded domes.
Someone decided to kiss their partner as they finished their last spoonful of dessert. A dessert laden with aphrodisiacs, with their heads already fuzzy someone climbed up on the table to get their belly rubbed. Someone else did the same and smeared themselves with leftover food. Soon after that, underwear was discarded. One woman was being fucked by one man, another man was licking sweetened cream from her breasts while another woman kissed her. Convention did not mean a thing as everyone joined in kissing, groping and pleasuring each other.
At the head of the table, Anna laughed! This was the best party ever!