Chapter 24 - scavenging (1/2)

As eager as I was to put Laci back in her place, I had my own loose ends to tie up before I had to get her party, and consequently my vengeance, underway. My total investment in breaking Madeline had, unfortunately, distanced me from what had been a promisingly destructive relationship with Alyssa. Even so, I didn't totally mind leaving her to her own devices; her new job was completely sedentary and a stone's throw from a food court, to boot.

I was fortunate that she understood our new schedules kept us both too busy to make time for each other. At least, that's what I had told her. I'm sure she wouldn't have been too pleased to learn about my recent, well, "arrangement" I had developed with Laci.

And I planned to keep it that way.

Now that Alyssa was no longer my coworker, she ceased to be a liability. But this was much bigger than job security. I needed to ensure that Alyssa wouldn't be able to handle any job more extensive than her comfortably sitting on her fat ass, watching it expand and spread by the hour. I needed to see my first project through.

Your first always holds a special place in your heart. Admittedly, I had been neglecting Alyssa, but only out of necessity. Once Laci was finally off my back, I could work at my own pace.

For the time being, however, my main goal was to keep Alyssa in the dark about Laci's party. I couldn't have my lonely little piggy snooping around on the big day. Everything had to be executed to perfection. So, I figured that food, fornication, and a few days of facetime would keep her sated long enough to deal with Laci.

Maybe I was going soft, but I couldn't forgive myself if I let my relationship with Alyssa deteriorate because a blonde, blubbery bimbo was hounding me.

As I said, there's something special about that first victim.

Aside from self preservation and whatever shred of sentimentality I felt, I also needed to see her out of pure curiosity. I could tell she was eager to see me as our rather explicit sexts became increasingly vague. We were still disgustingly vivid in our descriptions, sure, but any photos she sent were limiting angles and teasing snapshots of nondescript acres of flesh.
Alyssa was getting antsy. She was goading me to see her progress in person, as she was becoming increasingly frustrated with my absence. Of course, the last thing I needed was another fat bitch breathing down my neck with so much eating at me already. But it was working. I had to see her. If I could keep my pet pig happy and docile while simultaneously surveying what damage she had managed to do to her figure without my interference, well then...

That was a win/win in my book.

Which was why I found myself in her kitchen bright and early, loading up a massive skillet with spoonfuls of butter.

Like I predicted, her parents kept Alyssa more than well fed while she had been out of my capable hands. From what her father had told me, it seemed as if it was every other day she waddled her fat ass into their dining room for a suppertime feast. And, more often than not, she slept off her gluttony in her old bedroom.

John, loving father he was, had been kind enough to help me coordinate a romantic breakfast in bed for his "little girl." He had a long commute to work at the crack of dawn, so he was more than happy to let me in on his way out. He never said it outright, but I could sense a tacit approval for my willingness to indulge his daughter's evolving appetite.

At this point, I wondered if there was even a valid reason for Alyssa to have her own place. Everything she needed was in her parents' humongous house. A seemingly endless supplies of sustenance, expert home cooking, reinforced furniture, and plenty of her mother's hand-me-down clothes to grow into.

I puzzled over potential explanations as I navigated her family's impressive kitchen. I was busying myself with coordinating the eggs, bacon, mac n' cheese, and french toast when the question answered itself.

I felt her lustful gaze drag itself across my body before I even turned to look at her.