chapter 2

Alyssa slammed the half-empty plastic cup down, the impact causing a few tiny drops of chocolate milkshake to splash freely onto the table. Groaning, she moved her hands down to her fattened paunch and kneaded. “Fuuuccckkk… sooo good. Keep em coming.” She belched, a low moan lingering long after the burp dissipated.

Milkshakes. It’d eluded Suzy for too long. Everyone had a food weakness, something they’d eat and eat until they felt sick. In the beginning, she thought maybe ice cream was Alyssa’s vice. It’d been one of the first foods she’d tried, being a fat girl staple and all, she’d figured she’d had the hog pegged. However, Alyssa wasn’t impressed. Oh, she’d more than indulged herself. Three bowls, in fact, but she’d asked for something else halfway through that third heaping bowl. No. Ice cream wasn’t it.

Suzy ran through the gambit then, bringing all the junk food staples to the literal, and metaphorical, table. Pizza, donuts, and hamburgers were a hit, but not that special home-run she was looking for. She’d made lists, kept notes, and prepared by hand countless baked goods. Bear claws? Brownies? Moon Pies? Maybe it was a drink? Alcohol? Pepsi? Cream Soda? It took Suzy nearly two weeks before all but stumbling on the answer she’d been seeking.

She’d stopped at a McDonald’s on the way home, the plan being a couple of quarter pounders and fries for Alyssa’s “midnight” snack. Suzy picked up a chocolate shake by sheer happenstance. A spur-of-the-moment decision that would pay dividends later. The bloated princess had practically knocked her down when she saw Suzy come in the door with it. She’d slurped it up on the spot, only stopping momentarily when a sudden brain freeze caused her to grit her teeth.

The telltale sound of the slurping straw brought a crooked smile to Suzy’s bespectacled face as she dumped another vanilla scoop of ice cream into the blender. How many was that now? She perched on the tips of her toes and peered over the counter to find a table with three empty large glasses and Alyssa sucking down the last of a fourth one. Oh, God…. this was going to be too easy. She almost felt bad. Almost. So many calories, and it didn’t even count as a meal. She could pump this fucking pig full to the point of bursting, and she’d be hungry two hours later for more. It was like a dream come true.

“Next one is coming up.” Suzy had been perfecting her technique, as long as all the ingredients were out she could have a new shake blended and poured in less than three minutes and forty-two seconds. Not bad. Always room for improvement, though.

“Vanilla….” Another heavy belch echoed through the kitchen. “I’m pretty full.. just give me a half a cup…. vanilla.” Alyssa leaned back, eyes closed, and rubbed her gurgling, taut belly.

No, no, you don’t know the meaning of the word full yet; you fucking sow. Suzy drizzled the entire contents of the blender into a nearby glass, filling it to the very tip-top. She brought the glass to the table and set it before the clearly uncomfortable Alyssa. “I’m so sorry, my lady. I just poured a full cup before you said anything.” She plucked a straw from one of the dirty nearby glasses and sunk it into the viscous milkshake.

Alyssa eyed it with uncertainty and belched into her fist. Her love for the creamy dessert battled with her sheer capacity and Suzy watched, fascinated by the sight. Lowering herself into a chair, she took mental notes of every movement and twitch. The way Alyssa kneaded her now plumper belly in downward strokes. How her left foot seemed to paw at the kitchen linoleum with impatient restraint. The slight curl of her upper lip. A thousand details catalogued, so much to put in her black book tonight.

Alyssa jerked herself from her trance and shook her head. Capacity had won out. “No. Save it. I’ll have it later.”

The fuck you will. You’ll have it now. Plump piggy just needs motivation. Suzy scooted her chair closer and forced a gentle smile. “My queen, we’re on a strict time limit and if you want to win this, you’re going to have to push yourself. I know you can do it.” She leaned forward and placed one delicate hand on the top curve of Alyssa’s firm pot belly. The cheerleader jumped at the intimate contact, her mouth opening as if to speak, but Suzy spoke first, “That’s why I spoke to the council last night and praised you. I told them where you were at and they were all very impressed.” Alyssa narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. Below the table, Suzy began to slowly rub the bloated sphere in steady downward strokes. The effect was immediate. Alyssa relaxed, arms dropping to her sides as another burp eased out of her. “Come on now. Last one.” Suzy inched the condensation-covered cup closer. “I hear Justin likes his girls with a little meat on their bones.”

“Really?” Alyssa sat up straighter in her chair.

“That’s what I hear.” Suzy raised her dark eyebrows. “It’s not much. I know you can do it. You’re going to win this thing.” Not much? The porker had nearly two gallons of milkshake in her at this point. This final tall glass would pack her to the absolute brim, if she didn’t burst like an overfilled balloon first.

Alyssa nodded, took a deep breath, leaned forward with a small groan, and began to slurp up the thick fluid. It was a slow process, made all the slower by how absolutely gorged Alyssa was. She took multiple breaks, some to simply catch her breath, other shorter ones to adjust herself in her seat as her distended belly surged ever forward over her unbuttoned shorts.

The pampered cheerleader had blossomed under Suzy’s watchful eye these last few weeks. Her once-trim midsection had given way to a pudgy belly that when fully packed out grew to a rotund pot belly. There was no doubt Alyssa’s binging and love for being spoiled mixed with Suzy’s urging and appetite stimulants were packing pounds on her ever-increasing waistline. Her tits and ass also seemed to be taking their fair share of the calories, having done all they could do to keep up with her growing gut. Alyssa’s hefty mounds bulged upwards, forming a deep cleavage in the low-cut tops she was prone to wear.

The glass was over half empty now. Alyssa let the straw drop from her perfect lips and pulled up for air. Her breaths came in rapid succession, each one quicker then the last. She grimaced and braced herself on the table. “Fuucckk…. too much. I can’t…”

Oh you fucking will, you fat slut. You’ll finish that glass if I have to pull your head back by that dark hair and pour it down your corpulent gullet. “You can do it. I know you can. There’s only a tad bit left.” Suzy’s hands kneaded the stretched flesh of the cheerleader’s girth. “Imagine if Justin was here. Just waiting to take you, but only after you finished that tiny bit.”

Alyssa hiccupped and tried in vain to pull her shorts down. Anything to relieve the building pressure and give her more room to grow. She practically panted, her breaths now coming in shortened gasps of pain. Eyeing the glass, her tongue lolled out to soak up some of the sugar caked around her mouth. Suzy knew she had her. She knew all of Alyssa’s tells by now, could read her like the back of a cereal box. The bloated sow wasn’t going to let it go. Not now, she wanted the big win more than anything. Not only that, but Suzy had been carefully sprinkling references and innuendos about Justin for nearly a week. Anything to equate her binges to sex. It was a slow process, but a necessary one. She’d had to pay Justin substantially, and when the time came, she wanted all the gears to turn like clockwork.

Suzy felt the pampered girl’s belly gently round out and push into her waiting hands as Alyssa’s lips clamped on the straw and she continued to suck.

“Oh, I bet he’d throw you on the table and plow you right here.” Suzy's whispered words caused Alyssa to moan. “Slide those pesky shorts down. You’d feel his blonde hair tickle your stomach as his lips started at your belly button and made their way slowly down. Each nibble, he’d be telling you just how good you were doing as he inched lower and lower…”

Alyssa banged one heavy fist on the table. She made tiny heightened sounds of pain as she continued to vacuum the last of the milkshake up. Suzy could see faint red stretch marks forming just under Alyssa’s belly button. The piglet was as tight as a drum. Good. She’d wanted every fucking drop in that round gut, and that’s exactly what she got. The all-familiar slurping of the straw seemed to echo in the kitchen as Alyssa leaned back and, once again, let out a resounding bellow of a belch.

“I knew you could do it.” She gave Alyssa’s spherical girth a playful poke, causing the pained girl to moan.

“Can’t…..no…..more.”

“T hat’s all of them.” Suzy snatched the glass and began to clean up.

Alyssa grunted, tried to stand and dropped back into her seat, causing the old oaken joints to creak. She huffed and rubbed the two exaggerated outward curves of her swollen midsection. Absolutely no room left. Suzy knew the glutted cow would be asleep soon, it was best to get her in bed. The assessment was tonight. She wouldn’t be late. Christine would want a full report, and that’s exactly what she would get.

Alyssa tried to stand and, like before, fell back onto her widening ass, causing her to let out another strained burp.

A VERY full report.

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