My big fat hypnotized wedding

Chapter 2: Her Dream Girl

She woke up on a boat in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, the tranquil turquoise waters of the Caribbean all around her. She was sitting in her cabin on the top deck with Janie on the couch, wearing a swimdress that was flirty, but still covered way too much of her body for Cynthia’s liking. Plus, she had a sheer cover-up on over it, so even her shoulders were hidden.

An old balding guy with big Coke bottle glasses was waving a pocket watch back and forth in front of Janie’s face. “You are getting very sleepy,” he said in a thick German accent. “When I snap my fingers, you vill vake up und vant to eat every bit of food that is put in front of you, no matter how full you feel. You vill just keep eating, und eating, und eating, und your stomach will expand to hold it all. Nothing can stop you except the sound of Cynthia’s voice telling you that you are full. Again, vhen Cynthia tells you that you are full, only then vill you stop eating. Repeat after me: I am a fat piggy.”

“I am a fat piggy,” Janie echoed in her soft, sexy, babydoll-ish voice. Her words were slightly slurred, and it was clear she was totally zonked in a completely tranced-out state.

“I vant to eat und eat und eat.”

“I want to eat and eat… and eat.” She kind of moaned when she said it, and it made Cynthia shiver in pleasure.

“I vant to eat so much that I cannot move.”

“I want to eat… soooo much… that I can’t… move,” she moaned, and Cynthia let out a little involuntary moan, too. Just listening to her talk about it was making her wet.

“Nothing makes me happier than eating. Nothing makes me hornier than eating.”

“Nothing makes me happier than eating. Nothing… makes me hornier… than eating.”

“Und I vill only stop eating if Cynthia tells me to.”

“And I will only stop eating if Cynthia tells me to.” At this, Janie’s eyes rolled lazily over to where Cynthia stood, and she gave her the most lustful, pleading look that Cynthia had ever seen before. Janie even bit down on her plump bottom lip. Cynthia couldn’t help it. It was so sexy that she reached down and started to touch herself through the bikini she was wearing.

“Very good. Vhen I snap my fingers, you vill avaken, hungrier zhen you have ever been in your life.” He snapped his fingers, and Janie blinked a few times, clarity returning to her gaze. “I vill come back tomorrow for another session. Until then, enjoy your meals.”

He left the room, and Janie asked innocently, “Who was that?”

“The bellhop,” Cynthia lied, taking her hand quickly away from her pussy. “I ordered us a bunch of room service.”

“Oh, good!” Janie exclaimed, squealing a little with glee. “I’m so fucking hungry. I want to eat everything on this boat!”

Cynthia’s cunt throbbed in anticipation. “That sounds good to me, baby. Let’s feed you.” She stepped to the side, and behind her, a loaded room service cart magically appeared, full to the brim with a thick cheesecake, a plate of cookies, a tall cherry pie, and a massive bowl of real whipped cream. She rolled the cart over to where Janie sat, took a seat next to her, and started feeding her.

They began with the cookies. There were a dozen jumbo chocolate chip cookies, fat and tall and stuffed with chunks of creamy milk chocolate. Cynthia fed them to her one by one, at first letting her take individual bites, but after six cookies, she started breaking them in half, stacking the halfs one on top of each other, and shoving them into her mouth like she was a woodchipper. A few times, Janie nipped her fingers by accident, blushed and said a cute little, “Oopsies,” then just kept eating more cookies.

Once they were all done, Janie laid back against the couch with chocolate on her lips and a glassy look in her eyes. “Ohhhh wow,” she exclaimed. “I’ve never eaten so many cookies at once before in my life. That must have been, like… over 3,000 calories in one sitting.” She reached down and rubbed her tummy through her stretchy swimdress. It was definitely bulging, but it was still a tiny little food baby. It didn’t even stick out over her massive tits yet. Not even close. She let out a tiny burp and then giggled. “’Scuse me. What else is there? I’m still so starving.”

“How about some cheesecake?” Cynthia asked, picking up the entire 8” cake and setting it on her knees. It wasn’t sliced, but that was no big deal. She picked up a fork from the tray and cut off a massive hunk, then held it tantalizingly close to Janie’s mouth. “This is your favorite, remember?”

“How could I forget?” Janie asked, her eyes widening with greed. She opened her mouth, leaned forward, and took a huge, needy bite, like a puppy who couldn’t behave long enough to wait for her treat.

Cynthia fed her forkful after forkful of the fattening, dense, creamy dessert. Halfway through, Janie moaned, and Cynthia noticed her belly quiver and expand all at once, almost like a cartoon. The swimsuit was definitely starting to strain against her girth now, but there was still so much food left on the cart. She went back to feeding Janie the cheesecake with renewed focus, not letting her come up for air between each bite, stuffing her cheeks full of the decadent cream cheese until it was all over her mouth, mixing with the chocolate.

“You look like a happy little piggy,” Cynthia said when the whole cake had disappeared into Janie’s mouth, and Janie gave her a dazed, almost drunken grin.

“Soooo happy,” she agreed. “Soooo stuffed.” She rubbed her tummy, then said, “Feel my belly. It’s soooo huge. I’m soooo fat.” But she said it proudly, like she was showing off how much weight she’d lost, not the other way around.

“Not yet you’re not,” Cynthia replied, denying both herself and Janie the pleasure of touching that big rolling gut. “You can get fatter. And there’s still one more thing left for you to eat.”

She picked up a whole cherry pie, then a giant mixing bowl full of whipped cream. There was a serving spoon stuck in the bowl, and she used it to dump the entire bowl of cream on top of the pie. It sat in stiff peaks on top, almost like half-frozen Cool Whip, and then Cynthia just used the mixing spoon to spoon up a huge mound of buttery pie crust, sugary whole cherries, and a mountain of thick whipped cream.

“Eat,” she demanded firmly. “Don’t stop until I say so. I want you to eat this whole fucking pie and then lick everything on this tray when you’re done.”

“Ohhhh, fuck yes,” Janie moaned, her eyes blazing with desire. “You are so fucking hot when you tell me what to do. Feed me, sexy. I want to get sooooo fat for you.”

Then she opened her mouth and let herself be fed. Cynthia stuffed giant spoonful after giant spoonful of pie and cream into her gaping, waiting maw, watching Janie’s belly grow and grow, getting fuller and rounder and higher until it dwarfed even her giant F-cup tits. Her thighs expanded, too, until each of them were a full foot across, and her hips were bulging with double love-handles. The swimsuit was barely clinging to her massively obese frame; she had to weigh well over 300 pounds, maybe even 350. Her tits were barely contained, falling out of the straps; one nipple was showing, and it was hard as a rock. The swimsuit’s flimsy skirt was now positioned under Janie’s tits, with her huge hanging belly falling out underneath, barely contained by the briefs of the swimsuit underneath. Janie’s pussy was completely sheathed a juicy mound of fat with the swimsuit’s crotch forming a line that cut straight up the middle and parted her puffy lips, making it looking like a fluffy fried taco.

She was the fattest, sexiest thing Cynthia had ever seen in her life, and all she wanted was to bury her face in that big, floppy pussy and give Janie ten orgasms in a row.

But they weren’t done feeding yet.

“Eat,” she demanded. “Eat, you fat slut.”

Janie ate faster, spoonful after spoonful getting sucked down her gullet, and when all the pie was gone, she licked and kissed the spoon clean like it was the head of a big, thick cock that she couldn’t wait to suck the come out of. Cynthia held up the mixing bowl, and Janie buried her face in it and performed messy cunnilingus on it, lapping up the cream with her greedy tongue. The same happened with the pie plate, and then the cheesecake plate, and then Janie fell back against the couch in a food-drunk fog, hiccupping and limp.

“Soooooooo hungry,” she moaned in ecstasy and pain. “Why am I still… hic! Sooooo… hic! Fucking… hungry? I jus’ wanna… hic! Eat and eat and… hic! Eat…”

That was it. Cynthia couldn’t take it anymore. “You wanna eat, piggy?” She stood up, stripped her bikini bottoms off, and lifted one bare foot onto the sofa next to Janie’s swollen thigh, revealing her own wet, throbbing pussy.

“Then eat my fucking pussy,” she commanded, reaching behind Janie’s head, grabbing a fistful of her silky, wavy blonde hair, and shoving her fat face right against her swollen clit.

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When Cynthia woke up, she was in the middle of a roaring orgasm right in the driver’s seat of her own car, the engine still running and her radio still playing. She arched her back and came hard, soaking her yoga pants and the black leather seat. “Oh! Oh! OH FUCK!” she squealed, reaching between her thighs and squeezing her cunt through her pants, dry-humping her own hand until she finally came down from her high and slumped back down into the driver’s seat. Her arm knocked against the horn, beeping it loudly and making someone who was crossing in front of her parked car jump.

“S-Sorry!” she cried, and then suddenly started laughing, the afterglow of her intense orgasm taking over and putting her in a state of extreme bliss.

“Oh, man,” she sighed happily. “This is gonna be the best wedding ever.”