chapter 21 : the trap (part 2)

‘’I barely had to do anything to ruin you. You did it yourself. I simply stood there, watching you eat yourself away from your strength, your good looks, and then your decency. Did you really believe you could fit among us? Us who deserve our status and wealth? You are nothing but a greedy sow, and now anyone that looks at you will see you for who you truly are.’’


She swiftly leaned down, grabbing Sarya by her soft plump neck, thin and strong fingers sinking into sensitive skin, and making the already panting girl gasping for air. Slowly, Evelyn stood up, forcing Sarya to do the same or else the stranglehold would grow stronger. The toned ex-adventurer then let go her grasp, watching her now standing obese prey bend in two and rub her neck, fat melon sized breasts swaying in a cascading cleavage that would look indecent even on an half-giant. Snickering, the hateful seamstress grabbed on her these low hanging fruit, painfully squeezing the sensitive flesh, finding herself somewhat amazed by the softness of it all, only to be distracted by Sarya pathetically trying to push her away. Letting go, Evelyn slapped the fat girl with all the strength of a fighting woman, her nails leaving a bleeding gash on her round bring red cheek.


‘’Behave yourself, cow! Or else you will regret making me angry. Don’t be mistaken, you have no control over this situation. I will decide of your fate, so you better learn your place.’’


Sarya was swallowed by pain, and wrapped her arms around her enormous bosom in a protective manner, feeling the bruised flesh throbbing under her hands. Tears dried on her cheeks, and slowly, she recovered her composure. Evelyn wanted something from her, but she didn’t want her dead. She was a twisted, vengeful psychotic cunt, but she was after some kind of win, not a kill. Mustering the strength to speak, Sarya asked her what she wanted, what she would do with her.


‘’Oh… Don’t you worry my dear, dear, Sarya. I am a duellist you know, I wouldn’t kill such a helpless foe, that wouldn’t show much sportsmanship.’’


Evelyn moved back to the green dress, which was laying on the countertop, discarded. She took the dress in her hands, pensively looking at her creation before glancing back at Sarya.


‘’I first planned to have you put this on, you know, to show you how ridiculous your pretense at respectability was. I added more than 10 inches of fabric, planning ahead for this moment. But I misjudged the extent of your gluttony. I am afraid this dress is now useless, you are already way too fat to get into it, we will have to make do without it.’’


Sarya stood immobile, cold sweat dripping down her back, her knees weak from fear as well as the walk that brought her back from the park. She noticed the dagger hidden behind Evelyn’s slender body, the sheath placed right over her toned bum. The dark haired seamstress had something in mind, and Sarya was feeling anxiety build up toward that reveal. All she hoped was that this dagger had part to play in this. She knew some cities mutilated thieves as punishment. Was Evelyn about to take her fingers? Sarya shivered in horror, but stood without moving, waiting to learn her fate.


‘’I am tempted by leniency. No matter what awaits you ahead in life, I am certain you future is grim. You are too far gone, too hopelessly depraved to get any hold of yourself. I promise not to hunt you down or expose you to the city watch, but you will have to leave through the back entrance. You are no friend of mine, and certainly not a customer either, not with this figure. You simply have to leave like the bloated rat you are, and you will be free.’’ Elelyn smirked with a predator's eyes, pointing at the back store’s doorway, hidden behind a curtain. Moments ago, she had slipped through it with the dress’ box in her hands. Could that really be so simple?


Hesitant, Sarya carefully stepped around Evelyn, moving slowly, as if not to upset some malignant beast that had her cornered. The floorboards groaned under her bulk as she moved toward the back of the shop. The overfed brunette was making great care to keep eye contact with Evelyn as she pulled the curtain aside and glanced at the seamstress workshop hidden behind it. The way looked safe, and she could see the wooden doorway that certainly led to the back alley. Sarya felt a touch of relief course through her body as she started to leave, only to freeze dead in her track as she felt her wide, abundant, decadent, and fat-laden hips get wedged inside the thin doorway separating the back store from the shop. The narrowness of the doorframe had been obfuscated by the curtain, but this passage was properly narrow, thinner than even the most modest doorways in the slum.


‘’Oh, yes, I forgot that this door might feel a little cramped to you. Not that I eyed your measurements and knew for a fact they would struggle with this 20 inches gap. It was like this when I bought the shop, years ago. I learned the back store was a different rental once, and they got lazy cutting the wall when they fused the two spaces. Not that it was much of an issue for me or my employees… but you. Oh my… are you wedged tight already?’’


Sarya blood was running cold in her veins as she tried to squeeze her oversized body inside the narrow gap. Face first was clearly not going to work, but even when she shifted herself sideways, she felt her fat belly bite the edges of the passage. It was not only narrow, but the wall was thicker than normal, exactly the kind of structure that would separate two individual buildings. Sarya started to groan in frustration, cursing under her breath as she squirmed inside the tight trap laid by Evelyn. It wasn’t like she could do anything but try to jam herself through. Even then, was this dark haired demon really going to let her go? Sarya preferred not to linger on it too much; her situation was already hopeless enough as it was.


Evelyn moved closer to Sarya, a grin glued on her face as she saw how enormous the short brunette looked in contrast with the narrow passage. There were fat rolls, tit flesh, and huge mushy butt cheeks overflowing in every direction, the girl almost looking as she was spilling out of the doorway like a ooze monster. Thin fingers moved on the flanks of her struggling prey, prodding her blubber, sinking knuckle deep in pure buttery flab. It was grotesque and oddly fascinating for the tall seamstress. Who knew fat was so gross, yet so soft? This texture was unlike anything she touched. Was it Sarya’s absolutely unmatched obesity that made her fat layers so different from any matron’s baby weight? Or maybe it was her youth?


Sarya tried to ignore Evelyn weird silence and prodding, concentrating on moving forward. She sucked her belly as hard as she could, asking her underworked and atrophied core muscles to forgive her for all the stuffing and abuse she put them under. It didn’t helped much, but it made her belly inches a little deeper inside, her hip beginning to poke on the other side. Now, it was her pumpkin sized tits and her fecund bottom that were getting the most in the way. Toneless and fat, her butt could more or less be squeezed through the gap, but she had to use her hand and slowly, painfully, pathetically push her fat in, one little ounce at a time. She was also using her other hand on the opposite side to pull on the flesh in a similar fashion. Evelyn laughed watching her do so, clearly having expected Sarya to give up.


‘’Oh my. I really should have put a time limit to this challenge. Is that really a testament to your skills if it takes you days to get through? Change of plan, you crafty cow, you have five minutes to get out of my shop before I call the guards. Better get those fat tits of yours out of there quick.’’


That wasn’t fair! Sarya hurried as much as she could, using her thick, chubby legs to push while painfully squeezing her belly and butt cheeks through the gap. She was soon drenched in sweat and tears, huffing and puffing; biting her tongue not to scream as her numerous bruises were getting pressed against the unrelenting walls. Eventually, after minutes of struggle, she somehow managed to push the peak of her belly past the tight squeeze, and quickly slipped her second butt cheek free, leaving only her upper body stuck at a weird angle in the doorway, her famously voluptuous bosom the last obstacle to her freedom.


Evelyn started to count, ‘’30, 29, 28…’’ slowly moving toward the front door, fidgeting with her keys. Sarya let out a scream of helpless rage, pushing against her oversized breasts with self-loathing and anger. Accidentally, she struck her teardrop shaped bust right where Evelyn cruelly groped her earlier, hitting the sensitive injured flesh with more strength than she should have. Her legs buckled under the pain, causing her to fall over out of control, like in slow motion.


Sarya eyes widened in fear and she felt her body falling backward while her huge, ballooned, oversized breasts were still stuck inside the doorway. Soon, all of her enormous body weight was pulling on the poor orbs. Her captive shoulder almost dislocated itself with a nasty cracking sound, before it popped through the gap, causing her body to turn and face the doorway once more. For a small, excruciating moment, she hung by the mass of her bosom, oversized tits wedge in their 20 inches prison, supporting all the immensity of her decadence.


Then, helped by the sweat drenching their curves, they simply squeezed through, her blouse ripping in the process, with the fat melons swaying, red and sore, before landing with a heavy thud on the shelf of her stomach. Her back caught Evelyn’s nearby working bench, and Sarya almost slip to the ground, but she stopped her fall, knowing all too well she didn’t have the time to stand up if she went down.


Evelyn looked at Sarya in shock as her obese prey defied all odds and, in one last burst of effort, dashed through the workshop.