Chapter 13 - discovery

Surprisingly, despite Alyssa and me being safely locked away in the privacy of her bathroom, we both managed to resist the temptation to tear into each other like feral animals. I could tell she wanted me, though. Her plump digits pawed at her sopping underbelly, as if she were desperate to plunge her hands beneath and rip off her panties. I still don't know what stopped her, however. It wasn't like she had any dignity left to preserve as she stood there, a bulging, nude, mumbling mess. She was still thoroughly dazed from the intensity of her binge. But first things first, after all. We needed to get her cleaned up.

As mesmerized as I was by her sticky, naked body, I managed to break myself from my stupor and grab a damp towel. It admittedly shocked me that she was still standing, as she wobbled precariously on her ungainly thighs, drained and clinging to consciousness.

I set about cleaning her sauce stained skin, starting with her stuffed, sloping belly. She shuddered as the warm, cleansing water cut through the aftermath of dinner. I could feel a pulsating sex heat emanate from her as my hand slipped into the undercarriage of her domed stomach. I spied wetness flowing down her thick thighs, but I knew it was from neither the towel nor the feast.

Grinning to myself, I worked my way back up her body in silence. Silence which was only broken by her own sharp gasp as I clutched one of her heavy, hanging tits with the towel. In the dining room I had been too carried away to fully gauge the damage I had done. Her tits, once a full and firm C cup, were rapidly losing any trace of perkiness. With every stuffing, they sagged further and further down her growing belly. With every pound they spread wider and wider. She was already sporting a pair of jiggling double Ds; it wouldn't be long until she had to go up a couple cup sizes.

My fingers sunk into the forgiving flesh as I shook her tit wildly, my lips enveloping the other and sucking it clean. Alyssa clutched my head with trembling hands and pulled me closer.

"You like my tits, baby? They've gotten so much bigger," she blushed, "just like the rest of me." She was almost incoherent, her voice a crazed whisper, but I heard her loud and clear. My eyes shot open as I watched her run her hands down her fattened figure before landing on her cushiony backside with a resounding smack.

Wild with lust, I spun her around and fell to my knees before the expanse of her ass. The skin had been smooth and tan when I had first begun fooling around with her, harboring hints of muscle beneath. Now? It was pale and riddled with cellulite top to bottom. While still round and shapely, it sagged over the backs of her thighs, concealing more lardy, cellulite ridden skin.

The jutting shelf of her ass rose upwards like dough, seemingly desperate to meet the waterfall of back rolls hanging off her plush body. In time, I hoped they would achieve their reunion.

Her hips flared out dramatically, working in tandem with her practically fused thighs to curse her with an unstable waddle. How much I should credit that instability to her unwieldy form or just her being to damn out of shape to support her own weight, I couldn't entirely tell.

Digging my fingers into her flesh, I felt just how loose her ballooning ass had become. As I hefted its bulk and shook, the rest of her body shook in unison; the rippling coursed through the fat of her thighs, her love handles, and even the compact corpulence of her midriff. The pillowy padding of arms vibrated in rhythm with the rest of her curves, and even from behind her I could see her weighty tits flopping heavily.

All the while Alyssa squirmed, her plump fingers now squirming inside herself. Her moans were made staccato with each shake I gave her. Unable to keep myself from her any longer, I tore her panties down the plump pillars of her thighs with horny ferocity. Springing to my feet, I pressed my erection into her naked ass crack while one hand met hers between her thighs, my other closing firmly around her throat.

As I peered over her shoulder, pushing my lips the softness of her cheeks, I saw a scale pushed into the corner. I could only imagine it belonged to Alice; she was the only one who was at all cognizant of her weight in the Harper family.

"You see that scale over there, babe?" I whispered in her ear, increasing the tempo of our fingers as they explored her pussy.

"Y-yes..."

"Ge t on it."

"Wha---"

"G et. On. It. I want to see just how thick my princess has gotten."

"No... I've gotten so b-big, hon... Ah... Alice was right; I'm a whale..."

"You know I like my girls well fed," I hissed, building her up to a crescendo, "I can't have my baby wasting away."

My fingers left her throat and planted a deafening smack on her ass. I was surprised the consequent jiggle didn't take her over the edge to climax.

"I need this. More of this," I continued, "I want your ass bigger. Your tits bigger. Your... You are so fucking sexy."

So, so badly I want to tell her I wanted her belly bigger, all of her. But we would work up to that. Now? I just needed her weight. I needed to know.

"Y-yes, hon... Ah... Anything..."

I felt her pussy tighten, her legs squeeze together; she was ready. She was so close.

And at that, I squeezed her wrist tightly, halting the frantic movement of her hand.

"First. Things. First."

I pushed her off me and towards the scale. She waddled forward uncertainly, as a skydiver edging closer to the rushing, endless expanse of sky beyond the plane doors, bidding them to jump.

"Do. It."

Alyssa gulped and stumbled onto the scale, biting her lip with anticipation, her back to me and her huge arms crossed self-consciously over her tummy.

The air was still for but a moment, and then Alyssa almost fell backwards, hands flying to her face.

"No... No, I can't be that big. I've never been that big."

Lips trembling, she surveyed her ruined body.

"I can't see my pussy anymore. I can't even see my feet!"

How she hadn't noticed that 20, maybe 30, pounds ago baffles me. It was a gamble, shattering her denial, but her ignorance was not sustainable. To complete her transformation, she would need to accept her life as a sow. She couldn't hide forever.

"I was so th-thin," her stutter no longer born from arousal, but from panicked realization, "I got below 150! I was gonna be skinny!"

"Don't be upset, honey," I offered, "What did your mother say? This was inevitable when it all comes down to it."

She buried her face in her hands.

"I shot up to 180 after I turned 16, but then I lost 30, almost 40 pounds! I had beaten it! I had!"

"Hush princess, you look sexy as fuck; you always have."

I drew close to comfort her, but she shook me off.

"No, no, no... I'm a tub of lard! I look pregnant! I've been stuffing myself like a pig for months and this is what I get."

At this, she lifted her bingo wings and shook them, the hanging flesh swaying pendulously back and forth. I would have been hypnotized in any other circumstance, but I needed to remain focused.


"I used to be able to actually lift my arms," she lamented, "I used to not have a double chin. I used to not spill out of my chairs. I used to be able to see past my belly! I used to not burst out of my clothes!"

If I had been able to see her face, I reckon I could have seen the tears welling in her eyes.

"Now I'm just a fat, flabby, waddling---"

"ALYSSA."

Shocked by my sudden interruption, her hands dropped from her face and she spun to face me, naked body wobbling.

During her miniature monologue, I had disrobed completely, throbbing cock standing at full attention.

"I don't care how fat you are, Alyssa. I've been with you every step of the way. I've seen how much you've enjoyed yourself, how much fun you--- how much fun WE have had. I have loved every second I've spent with you, and I'd be damned if you're not the single most sexy woman I've ever seen."

I was laying it on thick, but she was lapping it up. Caught off guard and blushing at my blatant arousal, she had fallen silent. I moved towards her.

"What's the point of denying yourself? What do you get from that? A few less pounds on your frame? For what?"

I managed to wrap my arms around her bulging frame, clutching her ample ass and pulling her into my rock hard cock.

"You have a body that's built for food and dick," I said, looking down at her wide, hungry eyes, "it's in your blood, babe. Do you really want to be like your skinny, bitch sister? Bigger IS better."

"Yeah?"

Her voice was almost a whisper now as she wrapped a chubby hand around my member. She stroked its length as her breathing tensed.

"Besides," I added, "even if you wanted to, even IF it was worth it, I don't think you could stop yourself. You demolished three full plates, babe. You can't curb that kind of appetite. This... this is fate."

"I can't stop. I won't stop. I need to stuff myself. I need plate after plate. It makes me hot, hon. I didn't want to admit it but I love the way you handle my bigger body. I love being a full, greedy girl. Cumming and cumming and cumming..."

I thrust her towards the bathroom sink and, with strength only granted by unbridled lust, I lifted her bulk and placed her upon it. Her ass all but filled the sink and her thighs spread and spilled over the edges. The structure groaned subtly, but I knew it would hold.

"We better make use of this sink, babe," I said, grinning, " while you're still skinny enough."

With great effort, I separated her thick, sweaty thighs and lifted her hanging belly, the food finally turning to flab, to reveal her soft, sopping pussy. As I entered her, I threw a glance over my shoulder at the scale, the numbers still flashing.

210

Alyssa would never be that thin again.