Biggest glutton in the world

chapter 3 - don’t worry, princess. you’ll get plenty more to eat.

She opened her eyes on utter blackness. Was it night already?

A spotlight directly above her came on and she found that she was in a large room, strapped to a strange chair. She felt quite uncomfortable. Her extra large clothes now felt so tight and restricting. She wiggled around trying to free herself but all that achieved was to make her clothes creak loudly as her big round belly and butt jiggled wildly. Lindsay glanced down at her huge body... Was she... even fatter? That can't be, can it? she thought... Her pudgy hand patted her belly... It certainly felt bigger...

She heard footsteps.

“Who’s there? Where am I?”

The man walked in to the spotlight, still sporting a sinister grin.

“Hello my fat princess. You can call me the quencher of appetites, and I am here to take care of greedy gluttons like you. Oh when I see naughty little girls who don’t watch their weight I bring them here to feed them all the food they could ever desire. This is your own personal ALL YOU CAN EAT buffet.”

Those words awoke a strange tingle in her belly. She began to sweat. Her crazy uncontrollable hunger had returned and it was growing in strength. She could smell cooking and it was making her mouth water.

The man pressed a button on the back of the chair and the hum of a large mechanical machine warming up filled the expanse of the room. Suddenly Lindsay’s chair began to move, lifting her up and tilting her back slightly forcing her belly to stick way out in front of her. A clamp of some kind closed around her jaw forcing her to open her mouth up wide.

“Aaa! Aaargh!” was the only noise she could make. She struggled making her big belly wobble ponderously left and right in several big waves before it finally settled.

He walked around her, prodding and poking at her fat rolls like he was sizing her up, talking to her in a creepy mocking fashion as he did so.

“Oh, you are a greedy little fatty. Are you round? Why yes, almost. I bet you need help getting out of bed. You are a fat one. My you are stuffed so tightly in to your clothes. Amazing. I have just the cure for you. You are so pretty. My god. You may be perfect. You just love to stuff your pretty little face, don't you? I'll see that you get all you need. All you need. You are hungry, hm? You'll get plenty to eat. Plenty plenty plenty. . .”

He finally stopped poking her and hovered directly over her face. He patted her belly and as if on cue it let out a deep rumble. The smell of cooking was very strong now, she could smell food and it was making her hungry. Very hungry! Despite her fear, her hunger made her long to eat some of the food. Some drool began to leak out the side of her open mouth.

He spoke, this time his tone was more sinister.

“Hungry? eh? Starving? You want food? I’ll give you all the food you could ever want and more. All you can eat! Yes even you porky! You can eat and eat and eat until you’re the fattest girl in the whole world!”

Suddenly several robotic arms reached down from the ceiling and began speeding towards her. She gasped as they approached, but they stopped short of her and began grabbing items of food out of the blackness. The first one approached and stuffed a treat into her open mouth. A cream-filled snack cake of some kind. The cleverly designed clamp around her head began moving her jaw and massaging her throat forcing her to chew and swallow, chew and swallow. She ate it so fast only the squishy sweetness told her it was cream-filled. The next hands had thick, messy sandwiches, filled with delicious spicy meats. They tasted so good as she uncontrollably wolfed them down. The familiar feeling of a binge was beginning to comfort her and she began to relax, letting the machine stuff her silly and satisfy her hunger. The machines picked up the pace and she gasped for breath between mouthfuls as her lips were smothered by an entire rolled-up warm pizza being inserted into her mouth, occupying two of the robotic hands in order to hold up the drooping melted cheese as they crammed the sauce-smothered dough down her gullet.

More and more food followed from a seemingly endless supply. From ice cream sandwiches to whole gallon tubs of ice cream, even an entire tube of whipped topping was squeezed almost straight down her throat, followed by a whole submarine sandwich that was so big it took nearly all the hands to hold up. She was devouring a huge feast at an unbelievable speed, never in her life had she eaten this much.

The man watched grinning, as the machine shovelled rice, chicken, pork, egg rolls, pasta, doughnuts, pop tarts, and more into Lindsay’s gaping mouth. She had sauce, jam and crumbs all over her chin and spilling down into her vast deep cleavage. Her eyes had glazed over and her face showed a wide open mouthed grin as the machine forced her to devour fattening snack after fattening snack, all her favourite foods one after another. She almost seemed in a trance, drunk from the ecstasy of food. But something was happening to Lindsay’s body. A strange creaking sound was coming from her clothing. The man’s eyes widened in anticipation as he watched her fat visibly expand, slowly at first, but soon picking up pace. He was extremely excited that chemicals in her fat cells were working so effectively already, knowing full well that the effects would become even stronger as her body accumulated more and more fat.

Pop.

She felt the button on her pants go.

Pop. Pop.

Her straining blouse began to unbutton.

Lindsey sighed as she felt her huge belly being released from her pants. Her legs became even fatter and tighter inside her jeans, a loud rip signalled the seat of her pants had split in two. Two more loud rips and Lindsay’s inner thigh flab burst out of her amazingly large fitted jeans, the material could simply stretch no further. Her thighs jiggled and expanded some more, quickly getting so thunderously large that it would’ve been hard to believe that it was possible for anyone to make a pair of pants that could have contained them. With her thickening legs spread wide apart her belly grew and grew, the fat above her belly button bursting more buttons as it puffed up. Her belly swelled quickly over the waist of her tightening underpants, her hips also widening until she felt them snap. Lindsay felt the cool air on her belly and thighs. Her eyes snapped to attention and grew wide with fear as she saw herself blowing up like a big fat balloon. She began sweating in panic, gasping for breath between bites as she was forced to gulp down several entire hot dogs smothered in onion and cheese.

The endless parade of food continued. She ate spoonful after spoonful and forkful after forkful of fattening treats. Steak, potatoes, cakes, pies, pasta, lasagne, casseroles, sweet bread, the list goes on. She had no choice but to chew and swallow. Bite after bite. Her mouth was constantly stuffed full. In went two pounds of steak. So juicy and good. Potatoes au gratin. Pan full. More and more huge mouthfuls shovelled in one after another. What frightened her even more was that her belly seemed to be ROARING with hunger. Everything tasted so GOOD! She was finding it hard not to moan in pleasure at the feeling of being stuffed with more and more food.

“You are hungry indeed my sweet little princess. Oh you eat like a pig! I bet there's no filling you up!”

Stuff. Stuff. Her belly rose. Stuff stuff. Whole pie--blueberry. Bite after bite. Swallow.

“Getting full yet?”

“MMMph!!” (Muffled by pastry sweetness.)

Chocolate cake. Beef stew. Chicken pie.

“Please... MMMph!!”

But my sweet. You are here now. And you are going to EAT!

More into her mouth. The machine made her chew. More. More more. Sweet goodness. Delicious. Delicious. More more more. He loosened the restraints as she grew. Her belly grew past her knees. Her thighs expanded. Her breasts and belly were covered with filling, gravy, crumbs.

The man poked a long bony finger deep into one of her soft exposed belly rolls. “This is what happens to greedy little girls who can’t control their appetite. They get FATTER!”

I must be dreaming, thought Lindsay. She looked down at herself in horror as the machine stuffed her with éclairs, apple turn-overs, pie, cookies and ice cream puffs. Between mouthfuls she tried to beg him to stop. But he smiled patting her huge belly and the machine hummed on. Her thighs were 39" around. Her breasts were basketball-sized, her belly and but were swollen to impossible dimensions, growing. Growing. There was cream on her chin. The machine hummed and stuffed her like a turkey. She looked like someone hooked up to a hose--growing, ready to explode. Burst. So full full full. Fat. And growing. Her arms and legs were forced to spread apart to make room for all her fat. Her belly had spilt way beyond the edge of the chair and was continuing to swell bigger and rounder without any signs of slowing down. Her deep belly button was getting ever more cavernous by the second.