Chapter 12 - plunge

After demolishing three full plates and a generous helping of dessert, Alyssa was left on the brink of passing out. Part from the exhaustion of stuffing her greedy face and part from sheer arousal. Her conditioning was kicking in, and her meaty thighs slapped together as she squirmed semi consciously, probably already soaking wet.

Martha, who had polished off almost twice as much as her daughter, had long since slipped into a food coma and had to be escorted to bed by her loving husband. By the end of the feast her blouse had become soaked in sweat and sauce, turning the damp fabric all but transparent as it clung to her massive udders. Her khaki pants had long since surrendered, and between her fifth and sixth plate they found themselves completely unzipped, helpless to contain the three oozing rolls of her bloated belly.


I was honestly disappointed when Alyssa's parents retreated to their room; I could've stared for hours at Martha's tomato red face, panting with exertion as it sank into her flabby neck and jowls. That, coupled with her exposed, spilling adipose, I would've sat there for eternity.


Ultimately, though, it was of little consequence because I now had my little project all to myself. Besides, I'd ensure she'd be as hopelessly out of shape as her mother soon enough. The similarities were already striking.

Although barely more conscious than her mother, Alyssa was still blushing and panting from her plunge into indulgence. Her heavy lidded eyes fluttered almost imperceptibly as I leaned in and place a hand gingerly on her bloated belly.

It was massive. It wasn't all flab, not yet, but her capacity alone impressed me; she looked as if she was at the peak of a pregnancy. Her stomach was tight as a drum and stuck out from her body dramatically, straining the dress to its limits. I figured she could still walk, but only because her enormous ass would act as a counterbalance to her turgid belly. They both jutted out about a foot from her.

While her family lived in the lap of luxury, they all seemed to abandoned any pretense of class and manners once they dove into gluttony with reckless abandon. Alyssa's face was a tapestry of gravy, sauce, whipped cream, and pie filling. They each drip off her plump lips and spilled from the corners of her mouth, culminating in a pool in her cleavage and staining her black dress.

Not that it mattered; she had long outgrew her outfit and I was certain the dress would rip with even the most pathetic attempt at movement. Her taut midsection, the root cause of her dress's early retirement, was causing further mischief elsewhere.

As her stomach bloated, it had pushed her plump tits up and out of their confines. Not completely, unfortunately, but now her nipples were only just concealed by the black fabric. Now that her ample bust was all but spilling forth, the various juices that had mingled in her cleavage cascaded down over the impressive curve of her belly and only came to a rest in the pockets of cellulite of her thighs.

Thighs which, inch by inch, were creeping toward the edge of her seat as they spread beneath her. This, however, was easily overshadowed by her ever widening backside.

Since her dress had dedicated most of its fabric to covering her spreading spare tire, Alyssa's naked cheeks were all but exposed. Fortunately the rest of her family was unable to notice from their vantage point across the table, but I had the full view. Those two fatty orbs were firmly pressed into the back of her chair, straining and spilling through the gaps in the woodwork. The shelf her fat ass created lifted what little fabric her dress had to spare up and away from her haunches, revealing her ass crack in all its glory. Her two cheeks were squeezed together and almost appeared to be fighting for dominance over the other, eager to swallow her panties whole.

All the while I had been admiring my handiwork, although perhaps I should let her family take some of the credit, I gently caressed her bloated belly and planted kisses on her blushing and food stained cheeks. Once her panting subsided and she relaxed, she finally opened her eyes and whispered, "Oh honey... I'm sorry sugar, I made a total pig of myself... I lose control around my family..."

Her lower lip began to quiver and I couldn't help but chuckle internally. She had stuffed herself day by day, pound by pound, all at my behest but only now she felt embarrassed?

"Hush, love," I cooed, "you know I love a girl with an appetite. I'd hate to watch you deprive yourself on my account; I'd much rather you indulge. Even if it gets a little... messy."

And with that, I pulled her into a kiss, tasting the combination of savory and sweet she had left on her lips. She attempted, in vain, to lean further into me as grew more aroused and more desperate for my touch. I had already begun to paw at her condiment covered tits, releasing them fully from their cloth prison, flinging flecks of sauce and cream about the room. It was as I sunk my fingers into her push backside that she gave one final, valiant attempt to draw herself into me, her pillowy arms resting on my shoulders as her sausage fingers clasped behind my neck.

And with that, Alyssa's dress finally gave in, the loud tearing breaking us both from our lustful haze. The seams on the sides of the dress had torn completely, liberating her love handles and layers of side rolls. She gasped and attempted to hold her tattered outfit together but only succeeded in pulling it apart; her fat tits flopped freely and the remaining fabric slid lifelessly of her now naked paunch.

Alyssa had eaten herself out of her clothes.


Before she could freak out and draw unwanted attention to us, I silenced her with a kiss and whispered, "I think it's time was got you cleaned up, babe."

I lifted her to her feet gingerly and her sweaty thighs and ass peeled away from the chair, as if she had become so engorged that she had begun to fuse to it. Her belly, while still bloated, hung low and obscured her surely throbbing pussy. She stumbled forward with me close behind, holding up her flabby, useless arms to keep her balanced. I looked down as I guided her to the bathroom, watching the twin dough balls of her ass squish together as she waddled away from the dining room.