College grads

Chapter 2

CARA


“Bleh… It feels like I swallowed a watermelon…” I drunkenly complained, as Simone giggled at my pathetic display laying on my bed with my jeans fully unzipped and my stomach swollen outward like a beach ball, “Ugh… Why did I eat so much??? What came over me?”


“Couldn’t tell ya.” Simone giggled, as she slid her hand under my undies and began touching me just the way she knew I liked.


“Mhhh…” I purred helplessly turned on by this former fat freak working me over.


As I gasped for air I felt a chocolate grace my tongue. Simone was feeding me again, after all the food I’d devoured for dinner and during foreplay, part of me wanted to protest, but I was paralyzed by my excitement, so I just kept eating until my lover let me lick her fingers clean. Then she got to eating me out.


I’d been skeptical about Simone’s fascination with food in the bedroom at first, but after a few sessions with letting her feed me and please me I was hooked. I was always fiercely submissive in bed in collage and Simone had a way of taking charge that really drove me wild.


She had me trained well at this point, after a month of dating I knew that if I ate everything Simone commanded she would be a very generous lover. If I faltered in my commitment to pigging out, she’d punish me in all the ways I loved to be put in my place. I thought there were no downsides to this new relationship, until I attended my sister’s yoga class for the first time since I hooked up with Simone the next morning.


…


“Kicked my *pant* ass today Jeanie.” I complained on my way out.


“Looks like it.” She fired back with a poke to my softened midsection, “Looks like you put on some love chub sis. What’s that girl been feeding you?”


A lot. An awful lot, but I couldn’t admit that to my stick thin older sister.


“Shut up, I’m on summer vacation. It’s nothing to worry about.” I denied, as I pulled up my yoga pants above my little roll of lower stomach pudge and promptly headed home to Simone.


She was proudly waiting for me to return to a breakfast she’d spent the whole morning preparing. I couldn’t help, but notice with a hint of worry in the back of my mind how the breakfast Simone had made me completely filled the entire kitchen table. My eyes widened as I observed, fresh cut fruit, fluffy eggs seasoned perfectly with some salt and pepper, juicy sausage, crispy bacon, chocolate chip pancakes, no less than a dozen cream-filled donuts, and coffee made just the way I liked it.


“Wow…” Was the only word I could muster.


“I hope you worked up an appetite at yoga, because I’m going to feed you more than ever.” Simone seductively cooed, as I finally noticed she was wearing a tight cooking apron and nothing else.


Before I could respond, Simone wrapped her arms around me and sat me down at the table. I reached for a fork, but Simone quickly cuffed my wrist to the arm of my chair.


“Oohhh, this is interesting.” I couldn’t help, but hum with some excitement.


“Glad you think so darling, don’t want you going anywhere until you finish everything I slaved to prepare for you.” Simone replied, as she cuffed my other wrist to the other arm of my chair.


And with that the feeding started. Luckily I was hungry, so the warm food went down rather easily. Simone started with the eggs, bacon, and sausage, alternating what she fed me to keep my taste buds nice and simulated. Once I’d packed away the first course, Simone began to feed me the chocolate chip pancakes for dessert along with the fruit she’d cut up to go with it. Each bite was burgeoned with thick maple syrup and an excessive helping of whipped cream.


I loved being spoiled like this, and being helplessly chained up while being fed proved to be a uniquely arousing scenario for my horny imagination. Stuffed to the limit and sick of sweetness, Simone expertly revealed she’d whipped up some salty hash-browns to give my pallet a reprieve from dessert. They went down with some difficulty on my part, but they certainly went down. The feeding then turned decidedly more sexual, as Simone provided me some time to rest and digest, while she lavished my helplessly bloated body with kisses.


The donuts still remained, I knew Simone was going to make me eat them, but she didn’t appear to be in a rush, so I didn’t worry just yet. We made out, she rubbed me in all the places I loved to be touched, she even gave me a little lap dance with her thick bare naked booty. However, as she massaged my breasts just after she’d given me a hickey for the ages, she seductively whispered in my ear, “Knowing what you know now about me, do you think you would have wanted to date me in college?”


“I don’t know. You were reallllyyyy fat.” I teased unable to contain my judgmental smile, “But I think I would have made an exception in your case. Assuming you’d let me put your fat ass on a diet.”


“That’s good to know.” Simone smiled, as she suddenly got off me, walked behind me, and shoved my chair up to the table up to the point my stuffed belly was pressed against its edge and my face was directly staring down at a box of a dozen cream filled donuts, “Here is how this works princess. I’ll give you half an hour to finish the box. During that time, I’m going to go down on you underneath the table, bring you to the edge with my tongue, and keep you there until half-an hour is up. If you’ve finished every last crumb of donuts by then, I’ll finish you off and let you rest, if you don’t I’m going to keep edging you until you do.”


“You’re evil.” I nearly laughed with excitement, as Simone set a half-hour timer on her phone and placed it on the table next to the donuts so I could see it.


“Begin.” Simone commanded, as she sunk under the table, wrestled off my sweaty yoga pants and undies, and got to work with enthusiasm.


In response I tried to reach for a donut with my left hand only to remember I was still cuffed to the chair. Without another option I leaned forward as far as my swollen stomach would let me and began eating my donuts face-first. I got messy, but I was able to get the job done with the first donut.


27 minutes left, I felt like I was going to explode in more ways than one, but I was far too horny to stop. This game, this power play on Simone’s behalf had completely engrossed me. I loved being her little pet she bossed around. So, obediently I ate and ate and ate, as Simone brought me to the edge and back numerous times. I almost couldn’t feel how much my stomach was beginning to hurt from how far it had to stretch to accommodate the massive amount of breakfast I was consuming. I only felt the pain if she stopped licking or if I stopped eating, so I pushed forward passed the point of no return.


When it was all said and done, I was a sweaty, bloated mess. Simone proudly massaged my rock solid gut. It was so round and distended I looked pregnant.


“I’m proud of you princess. Time to rest.” She softly echoed into my ear, as she uncuffed me and helped me to the bedroom.


SIMONE


As the summer progressed, Cara continued lavishly enjoying my care-taking without an ounce of resistance. She had no idea that my efforts were drastically changing her habits, and slowly, her once trim body. Pastries for breakfast, ice cream in the local park, buttery popcorn at the movies, like it or not all of our couple time together revolved around Cara consuming evermore increasing amounts of sustenance. Efforts on her part to stay active and exercise were countered with elaborate lovemaking and stuffing sessions the likes of which Cara couldn’t resist.

Predictably her body began to expand along with her love and dependence on me. By the end of the summer, Cara’s 5’4 115-pound body had been replaced by one that now weighed a meaty 163lbs. The little pig had gained nearly 50 pounds in less than four months.


Upon returning to her job as an elementary teacher, Cara began to notice the true extent of her weight gain. Her journey started when she tried to wrestle on her old cute teaching clothes, but they were all too small for her chubbier thighs, inflated buttocks, and blubbery pot-belly. The embarrassment on her face was too delicious to ignore. I was pouncing on her bulging body left and right, satisfying her sexual needs, and my own, to no reasonable end.


I was now the ‘fit’ one in the relationship, I’d always been the dominant one, but now it was becoming clear to both of us that Cara Dawson wasn’t out of my league anymore, if anything a fattening piggy like her was lucky to have landed a 5’9 140-pound goddess such as myself.


As the fall semester progressed, and Cara packed on no less than 10 more pounds three weeks later, I took her to one of her sister’s yoga classes with me, just to let her know just how tubby and out of shape she was getting…

“Gosh! How long has it been since I’ve been to yoga! I don’t remember this being so hard” Cara wheezes, as she tried to hold a tree pose, but was forced to reset, “Why did we stop at Burger King before coming here! I’m way too full for this…”

I wasn’t sure what I enjoyed more, watching Cara struggle though some simple exercise or the fact that I was now the fit one in the relationship, “Because you were hungry remember?”


“Right…” Cara nodded, while she blushed. Her appetite was growing out of control. Even at school, the only place she was free from my influence, she’d admitted to me that she was spending her off-time snacking away in the teachers lounge. As if to confirm my suspicions the pudgy blonde whispered, “Simone, I vote we bail and get some ice cream. I’ve got like no energy right now and I need something sweet after all those fries from Burger King.”

“You just don’t want your sister teasing you about getting so out of shape.” I correctly surmised, as Cara’s cheeks seemed to blush even more brightly.


“Whatever, can we just go?” Cara vulnerably urged with an earnest tug to my left arm.


“No problem! Let’s go babe.” I smiled loving the lack of confidence Cara was now showing in public places. As much as I loved the softening and blimping of Cara’s figure the internal changes associated with weight gain were also of great interest to me. Being a little shy in public was a sexy quality for somebody so submissive in bed, but previously so outgoing in public.


…


Seven months, and seventy pounds later, my influence on Cara continued to take a heavy toll. At 243lbs, Cara Dawson, former Queen of Douglas University, was now far fatter than I had ever been. While she only outweighed me at my max weight by three pounds. Cara was five inches shorter than me, and thus looked much fatter now than I had ever appeared. To make it even better, her gain showed no signs of stopping.


Cara was as addicted to gaining, as she was to me. She lived and breathed to make me happy, and the thing that made me happiest was stuffing her silly. That didn’t mean Cara didn’t have moments of clarity when she realized, with worry, just how fat she was getting, but at this point I knew how to deal with instances like these:

“EEK! When did I get so fat? Gosh! My boobs, hips, belly, thighs, even my arms got fat!!” Cara vented, as she stood before her mirror clothed in nothing but a tight pair of panties and a bra struggling to contain the full girth of her engorged breasts, “Crud! My ass is so fat it could have its own zip code! Simone! This is your entire fault!”

“My fault? Someone’s sounding crazy. You love pigging out. I just enable you darling.” I cooed, as I lavished Cara’s plump body with my hands. I loved wrapping my arms around her from behind and really squeezing the girth of her big round belly until she couldn’t breathe.


“Can’t breathe Simone…” Cara protested, as I released my grip and turned my chubby piggy around to face me.


Kissing her, and shoving my tongue down her throat, Cara’s protests vanished as she turned to putty in my hands.


Slowly withdrawing my lips, I tempted Cara with the prospect of going out on a school night, “Wanna hit up a club? I know going out will make you feel better.”


“Mhh! Yesssss!” Cara giggled unable to contain herself.


It didn’t take me long to find a cute tight red cocktail dress to squeeze my athletic body into. Cara on the other hand took a while to wiggle herself into a decidedly stretchier party dress that really couldn’t hide any of the major curves she now possessed on her beautiful blossoming body. After four or five drinks, Cara’s troubles with her body were completely forgotten.


“See wasn’t this a good idea!” I echoed loud enough for my piggy to hear over the music.

“You’re sooo riiight!! I’ve haven’t had *hick* this much fun since college! Let’s dance baby!” Cara drunkenly cheered, as she moved her jiggily body toward the dance floor and shook her booty like she used to in college, only now, she had a lot more booty to shake than she did then.

After about 15 minutes of dancing, Cara reached her limit, complaining to me that, “It’s so hot in here! Gosh why do I feel so out of breathe?”

“You’re probably just hungry babe.” I assured her, as I patted her sweaty belly lovingly and promised, “Don’t worry I just ordered us some wings, I’ll feed them to you once they are ready.”

“Hmhm! All that dancing made me hungry!” Cara laughed, while she leaned in and smothered me with a doughy hug, “I love that you take such good care of me.”


“I love taking care of you baby.” I smiled echoing Cara’s affection. While I had started this relationship with bad intentions, my love for Cara was now just as true as my intent to fatten her up into a state of helpless immobility…


CARA


With my students eating lunch, I slowly waddled toward the teachers lounge to enjoy my free period. In the seven months since my drunken night out with Simone, I’d grown increasingly fatter. At 313lbs I’d turned into a walking talking whale in the year and a half since I let Simone into my heart. My once lean legs had turned into thick tree trunks, my thighs had exploded in size, along with my hips and ass. I had a shelf-ass now, and a belly the size of a huge watermelon. My breasts had grown too, expanding outward and losing some of their natural perkiness thanks to their excess girth.


Reaching the teachers’ lounge after a long walk down a short hallway, I poured myself another coffee and took some time to catch my breath before digging into the fridge to retrieve the lunch Simone had packed for me. I didn’t bring just one lunch box to school anymore, that would never be enough food to keep me satisfied. I now brought three. One was usually some kind of salad, another some kind of protein and carb, and the last some kind of sweet dessert.


Happily munching my way through my delicious salad and pasta, I paused for a moment as I began to see my chubby face reflected in my rapidly clearing plate.


“What am I doing? If I stuff my face every second Simone’s not around I’ll never get my hot body back…” I pouted noticing with disgust just how inflated my face looked and just how stuffed my belly was beginning to feel. However, curiosity got the better of me, I opened my third lunch box and smiled at the sight of two massive stacks of cookies. In that moment, I couldn’t help, but admit to myself, “It’s hopeless. I don’t think I’ll ever be thin again…”


And with that, my feasting continued. I surrendered myself to my inner glutton, and made a right good pig of myself. The other teachers in the lounge around me kept their distance. One upon a time not to long ago, I was the talk of the town, the hot little thing that every single teacher wanted to talk to. Now I was just another obese piggy gulping down unnecessary amounts of calories every single day of the week.


For Simone’s part, she truly did take good care of me as I continued to grow. She took me to homecoming a year later, and my old sorority sister’s could not believe how the tables had turned between me and Simone. She’d grown increasingly hot, slim and fit, and my weight continued to skyrocket. However, I was happy for it all. I’d found my purpose in life and it was very very fulfilling.


…


“Feeding time!” Simone called out to me one summer evening, as I lay on our couch reading a silly romance novel.


I’d eaten twice in the morning, already, but my massive gut was always ready for more.


“About time, babe. I’m wasting away here.” I joked, as Simone wasted no time in straddling me with a big cheesestake sandwich in her hands.


“Open wide.” Simone commanded, while I gleefully obeyed.


Just to show off, I took nearly half the sandwich in one bite. As I chewed, Simone couldn’t help, but praise my enthusiasm.


“Just like that piggy, just like that. Soon eating like this will be the only thing you have to worry about, just gotta get you fat enough that you don’t have to keep using those pudgy legs of yours too much anymore.” Simone teased threatening me again with immobility.


And idea that increasingly both scared me and appealed to my submissive sensibilities.


As I kept eating obediently, I put the thought out of my mind for now, too engrossed in my latest snack to let any worries cross my gluttonous mind…