Chapter 23 - xxcursion (5/6)

Bethany was still platters away from her nirvana, however. The coveted Mall Pizza went quickly, by design. Brittany had been diligent in her servitude, procuring wide, styrofoam basins of garlic butter and ranch to help further lubricate every slice. Not that it was at all necessary for practicality’s sake, but anything she could use to further fatten Bethany was vital in its own right. Between the butter and the grease and the flood of calories, Beth’s sallow and spongy skin was certainly done no favors. No longer allotted the energy or concentration to apply so much as foundation, opting rather to commit to further glutting each morning, Beth’s once glowing skin now shone only with an oily sheen and the spattering of condiments across her cheeks.

The dipping temperatures threw a wrench in just about everyone’s tanning plans, if they at all relied on natural light, but it was nearly every day that Bethany appeared paler, and unnaturally so. It was as if her own innate skin color had fled from her, stretched so far across her rolls and curves that it had burst off of her like one of the outfits from her skinnier days. The only color on Beth’s body came either from the spattering of her sloppier indulgences, or from the burning blush that brushed her cheeks in moments of exertion. Unless you had known Beth months prior, you could be forgiven for assuming she had been an obese recluse of a woman for her entire life. Her pearly rolls of lard shook as she coaxed multiple slices past her greasy lips, chasing them with condiments, pouring the sloshing containers of butter and ranch into her mouth simultaneously. The streams of each met and splashed against the opposing flow of the other, dotting Beth’s bust, dribbling down her lips and into the cleavage of her tits.

Mirroring what had become her ritual back at home, she tipped the expediently emptied pizza platter into her mouth, a thick river of pizza remnants (sloughed off of their respective slices) trailing lazily into her throat. Beth took a quick gulp of soda, prying off the cup’s cap and straw with slick fingers to allow the syrupy stream to enter her unfettered.

The nostalgia she held for the first course returned to the swirling slush of Beth’s memory, and she refocused her gluttony with mechanical precision. The hushed and horrified onlookers were, tragically, blind to the hidden artistry of Beth’s voracity. The rest of her feast threatened to go down with more of a fight than the Mall Pizza, but her piggish brain had already concocted a quick fix to any resistance. Pulling several tubs of custard toward herself, she then took a burger in each hand and plunged them into the pools frigid sweetness. The burger, already soaked in its own juices, lost all remaining integrity, primed to be gulped down in a few scant bites. The clashing temperatures delighted Beth’s senses, merging in her mouth as she worked through another platter loaded with cheap, calorific treats.

Bethany stuffed herself like a woman possessed, dumping condiments and custard alike into her throat between bites, stealing a swallow of soda whenever she needed its syrup to break through the onslaught of senses besieging her. Feeling herself become breathless after demolishing the burgers, Beth allowed herself a slight break by fixing her sights on the takeout. The noodles and rice had soaked so thoroughly in their sauces that their slickness was almost on par with her beloved Mall Pizza. She slowed her pace considerably for this round of gorging, but this only opened up more opportunities for Beth to debase herself.

Sitting the first takeout box upon her prodigious bust, Beth used her hands to slop fistfuls of noodles into her maw, occasionally touching the box to her lips and tilting the entire thing back into her gullet. After cleaning out each takeout dish, Beth wetly slapped one of her sauce-drenched palms against her stomach, gauging its capacity as she marched ever onward to perfect fullness. While a considerable foundation had been laid in the base of Beth’s belly, the top roll still jiggled with each calculated collision of her sopping palm, the ripples ever urging her to indulge.

As Bethany tossed each ravaged platter aside, the few populated tables around her had quickly begun to clear out, as none of her unwilling audience seemed too keen on losing their own appetites. If anyone, staff or shopper alike, had the gumption to reprimand Beth for her hideous display of sin or reign her in even a little, then they all quickly reconsidered, as none dared to enter the certifiable splash zone Beth’s cavalier consumption had created around her.

It simply wasn’t worth the trouble.

Besides, the small crowd of more curious customers collecting around Bethany (from a safe distance, of course) probably would have protested against any interruption to the spectacle. Hell, it was the most excitement they would see all month! A few of the more shameless souls that had gathered near the fringes even broke out their phone cameras to document the event, either out of malice, morbid fascination, or a personal perversion paraded as the former options. With any luck, some of Brittany’s peers would be among their ranks, and detailed documentation of Beth’s social suicide would drop into her clique’s group chats within the next few hours. Given that Brittany was busy bolting from store to store, already brandishing a fistful of totes and hoping to outrun Beth’s relentless appetite, video evidence of Beth’s piggish binge would be the next best thing to witnessing it all firsthand.

The initially excessive, yet self-contained, feast now had a significant audience, all of whom had their own stakes in the situation, for better or worse. Sure, there were those who turned from the sight before Bethany’s slobbish abandon could turn their stomachs, but most everyone else was heavily invested. Even several store owners who were, as expected, absent and confined to their respective posts, would soon find a pleasant surprise in the influx of customers snatching up gym equipment, health food, and diet supplements alike, all inspired by what had unfolded before their fragile, fatphobic psyches.

Some among them would have sworn off food altogether if they knew there was the slightest chance they would ever share a future with the shameless and insatiable sow they had encountered that day.

Bethany was not nearly as verbose as the grim fire and brimstone preachers of old, but by the time she cleared the tables before her, she had put the fear of god in her congregation all the same. Fat-asses and fitness freaks alike had much to ponder when they eventually returned to their homes, and a few would not be able to bring themselves to eat again for the rest of the night.

After clearing the sumptuous spread that Brit had arranged for her, Beth still had not deemed her task complete. Fingers slick with the stains of her spoils, Beth dragged her plump palms across a roll of her fatty backside billowing out from under her, completely inconsiderate of the fact that the tights did not actually belong to her. Fortunately, Brit had been lying about having ever worn them herself, as her slender legs would have to be many sizes larger to fill the fabric, and many more to overflow out of them as Bethany had been. Ruining them now was irrelevant, in the grand scheme of things. It was by grace alone that Beth had not burst from her clothes there and then, and she still had more in store for her poor, abused body.

Although Beth had but scraps left at her disposal, the mangled remains of her soft pretzels had substance enough to serve her purpose. A cascade of condiments had flooded through her cleavage and poured over Beth’s stuffed stomach like the world’s most fattening waterfall, and now that her gorging had all but concluded, she dimly realized the mess she had made of herself. Grabbing up the discarded pretzels in her grubby mitts, Bethany swiped the soft sourdough across her gut and dabbed the pretzel pieces in between her tits to sop up the sludge of sundry sauces that she had splattered all over her body, before unceremoniously stuffing them into her mouth.

What need had she for napkins, after all, when so much food would have otherwise gone to waste?

Beth repeated this process, wheezing through the final few mouthfuls as sweat slid from her brow, until she had the appearance of a simple slob rather than a blobfish freshly risen from a churning ocean of condiments. The remaining residue still colored Beth’s skin, leaving her sticky and stained until she could get a proper shower, but she considered herself mostly clean, despite the outstanding evidence to the contrary. She was clean enough, at least, to not leave a trail of dripping slime behind her, even if she was quickly taking on all appearances of a slug rather than a proper woman. She also was no longer in danger of ruining the upholstery of Brit’s car, although that concern scarcely even scraped her conscious thought. She just wanted to be back home and veg the fuck out on her couch; her overstretched stomach was all but killing her, now that she had somewhat regained senses beyond acute, gnawing hunger.

Just as Beth’s brain began to laboriously grind its gears to form anything even resembling thought, Brit cut through the clearing crowd, an array of bags hanging heavily from her thin arms, her cheery cries cutting through Beth’s fragile concentration.

“Oh my god, Beth! I caught you just in time! You won’t believe all the super cute outfits I snatched up for ya!”

What? Already? Exactly how long had she been glutting herself?

Rather than speak, Beth hiccupped in response, her tits jiggling from the sudden jolt. She was eager to head home, after all, and such questions didn’t seem worth asking, anyway.