Chapter 43

Alisson was grinning from ear to ear as she watched Melissa waddle toward her. Melissa’s dress had now ridden up so much that she was half naked, and Alisson felt almost sad that she was about to cover her jiggly fat up.

Once Melissa was close to her, Alisson threw her the coat. “Get dressed. We have one more place to go.” Then she turned around and left the mall.

Melissa did as she was told and followed Alisson outside. To her surprise, Alisson was waiting by the car and holding the backseat door open for her. Melissa had switched to riding in the backseat many pounds ago. As much as she loved it when her wide body spilled into Alisson when she sat in the front, admitting defeat and forcing herself to ride in the back was another huge turn-on.

As Melissa squeezed into the car, Alisson helped her out by ensuring that no part of her coat was hanging out the door. Once Melissa was seated, Alisson rested a hand on her dimply thigh, looking at her with sparkling eyes. For a moment, Melissa expected her to say something when Alisson hastily pulled her hand away and got into the driver’s seat.

“I have so much footage of your embarrassing behavior, “ Alisson mocked her as they drove to their next destination. “Maybe I should gather all other videos people have made throughout your gaining journey and make a big movie about your downfall. You can then post it on your social media. I’m sure your extended family and friends would love to see how you’ve been doing.”

Melissa squirmed in her seat. “I’d love that,” she said and blushed.

“I know you do,” Alisson said, smirking, “you’ll get yourself off reading all the shocked and disgusted comments. I never thought I’d meet someone as eager to show off what a failure they are. I bet if I parted your massive thighs and held up your belly right now, I’d find your pussy dripping wet and begging to be licked.”

If Melissa was turned on before, she was now burning with arousal. She longed to touch herself but was too imprisoned by her fatness to reach between her thighs. All she could do was desperately rock back and forth, hoping her hanging belly would rub against her panties. Her efforts were futile as they only made her tired instead of giving her any release.

Alisson laughed while she watched her desperate fatty through the rearview mirror. “Whales like you don’t deserve to pleasure themselves without being a good, obedient fatty. But don’t worry, keep being a good piggy, and I’ll make sure you’ll have the best orgasm of your life later.”

She looked at her with a burning passion in her eyes that made Melissa’s pulse quicken.

“We’re here,” Alisson suddenly said.

Melissa realized she had been so caught up in her arousal that she forgot everything else around her. Baffled, she looked outside and saw they were parked in front of the university’s indoor running complex.

She was overcome with the worry that she was not meant to have any fun in the following hours.

“Aww, don’t give me such a sad face. You used to feel at home at sports running tracks like this not too long ago. I’m sure you’ll love getting back in touch with your old self.” Alisson laughed and walked outside to open the trunk.

Melissa heaved herself outside and was presented with a sports bag.

“Here are your running clothes. Put them on and meet me at the track. You can use your student ID at the entrance. It’s time people get to see your sporty side.”

Alisson laughed and disappeared into the building.

As Melissa waddled toward the entrance, she watched the security guard’s eyes widen in surprise when he caught sight of her massive size. His surprise grew even bigger when he looked at the picture of her student ID. Even though she had already been fat when she had taken the photo during her application process, her face looked slim compared to now. The last 150 pounds Melissa had gained had bloated her face significantly. Her eyes looked smaller due to her round cheeks, and her double chin had grown so thick that she could barely tilt her head down. Additionally, Melissa now had her mouth open constantly to allow for her heavy breathing.

Of course, her cake-stained face did nothing to improve her first impression.

Melissa gave the guard a shy smile as he handed back the ID and then hurried off into the changing room. She was glad to find it empty and sat down for a minute to gather her strength, knowing that changing clothes on her own would already be challenging enough.

When she felt ready, she opened the bag and took out the clothes Alisson had chosen. Just as she had expected, she found only a sports bra and gym shorts that were barely big enough to cover her up. She got out of her dress, struggled into her outfit, and shuffled to the mirror.

Just one look at her morbidly obese, exposed body made her squirm in excitement. Melissa was yearning to get back onto her couch and let Alisson reward her for her obedience. But first, she had to endure what would probably be the worst hour of her life.

Anxious, Melissa pulled away from her reflection and opened the door leading to the running track.