Chapter 1

"On your knees, pig." Morgana demanded.

The fat girl obediently lowered her heavy body to her knees with a grunt. She took the thick, black dildo between her plump lips and sucked on it hungrily. She cupped the older woman's pert ass cheeks and pulled her closer to deep throat the rubber cock.

It was pure fantasy but Morgana moaned approvingly. Her fingers twisted through a handful of golden hair and tilted Liara's head upwards so she could look into those blue eyes as she began to thrust. It was such a turn on, the way the guileless girl looked at her with such naked desire.

"You love the taste of my cock. Don't you, my greedy girl?"

Liara breathlessly agreed. The long summer nights that she had spent feeding and fucking, getting fatter and fatter at the hands of her former teacher had given her pleasure beyond her wildest imaginings. But it had also made her bigger than she ever thought possible.

Morgana helped the obese girl to her feet and guided her to the bed. Positioning her on all fours, for a moment she drank in the sight before her. The girl's double belly, heavy and full from a night of stuffing hung beneath her, her plump arms were quivering delightfully from supporting its considerable weight. But the true star attraction was the bottom heavy girl's ample rear and thunderously thick thighs. Morgana had always considered herself a belly girl but Liara had a truly prodigious posterior that had given her a new appreciation for pear shaped fatties.

She pushed the girl's thighs apart and cupped her shaven fupa. She knew that it was something Liara was self conscious about but that only made Morgana enjoy teasing her plump, fat girl pussy all the more. She wanted the girl to know that she wasn't in control anymore, she owned her body now and she would do what she pleased with it.

Morgana's tongue found the girl's clit, already engorged with lust and savoured her squeels as she sucked gently before tracing a slick trail to her wet cunt. She felt a gratifying rush of wetness as she slipped her tongue inside her. She toyed with the girl for a while like that: keeping her on the maddening edge of climax, working her up into a frenzy until she was moaning and begging to be fucked.

As Morgana positioned herself to enter her, she grabbed plush handfuls of Liara's love handles, her fingers tracing the lines red upon silver, new upon old where her skin was stretched thin and delicate as chiffon. She thought for a moment how beautiful fat bodies were, how incredible it was to caress lush, soft blubber.

Liara almost bellowed like a cow when her mistress eased the cock inside her. God, she had gotten so fucking fat and she loved it. It was as if every pound she piled on made her more greedy, more horny. Every moment they weren't together, she craved this. She just couldn't get enough. She longed to be stuffed full of thousands of calories and then taken on all fours like the fat piggy she was. It was such an indescribable turn on to feel all her fat shake and wobble as Morgana fucked her, to hear the rhythmic slap of her taut, slender body connecting with Liara's soft, jiggly flesh with each thrust.

As she reached her shuddering climax, she knew that Morgana was not done with her yet. She felt her fingers probing inside her, inserting a bullet vibrator. She cried out as the device began to pulse powerfully inside her. Morgana helped the girl into her strap on, fastening the leather straps around each of her lard encased thighs. She fondled the cellulite dimpled flesh of her ass as she guided the girl inside her.

"Good girl," she said, kissing her deeply.

She loved the delicious friction of Liara's bulging belly rubbing against her clit and the pressure of her considerable weight upon her but even more pleasurable was the sight of her spoiled, lazy and desperately unfit fatty struggling to exert herself. The fat girl's movements were heavy and laboured, clumsy with the unfamiliarity of her ever ballooning body.

Liara was desperate to please her mistress but she felt every one of her 420lbs weighing down on her as she struggled to move her lard laden body. She was already gasping for breath, her chubby face scarlet and sweat rolled down her round cheeks and chins.

After only a few minutes of effort she was completely exhausted. The cock still plunged deep inside her mistress, she had to rest for a moment by grabbing the headboard and resting her weight against it, giving Morgana a wonderful view of her fat drooping underarms and sagging tits.

"Easy there, big girl," Morgana said with a low chuckle, easing Liara onto her back.

It was humiliating to have gotten so fat that she could not pleasure her mistress the way she wanted to and yet she felt a relief flooding her mind as she once again relinquished all control to Morgana.

Morgana straddled Liara and eased the dildo inside herself. Being on top of the girl's overinflated body made her feel like she was resting on a waterbed filled with lard.

As she rode the obese girl, she grabbed a cream doughnut from a box on the bedside table and brought it to her lips. Liara eagerly licked the cream from the doughnut, her lips glazed with grease and sugary crumbs before taking a big bite. Morgana silenced her moans of pleasure by shoving the rest of the oil soaked doughnut into her mouth.

"What would people say if they saw you now? Would they even recognise this greedy, gluttonous pig?"

Liara whimpered, taking a bite of another doughnut. The blissful combination of fat and sugar coated her tongue as the vibrator buzzing inside her guided her towards another orgasm.

"What would they think if they knew you were a fat slut who gets off on burying her body under hundreds of pounds of pure lard?"

"You know there's no point in fighting it," Morgana taunted her as she forced another doughnut past her lips. "You're so fat already, doesn't it feel good to give in to being a helpless blob of blubber?"

Her greedy mouth still crammed full of her sinfully fattening treats, the obese girl came again and again. The arousing sight of her full belly wobbling and her enormous thighs quaking as orgasm after orgasm shook her massive body brought Morgana to climax too.

As they lay together in bed Liara listened to the beat of Morgana's heart. Despite their intimacy, the older woman remained a mystery to her. She longed to know what she was thinking and feeling. Sometimes she wished that she could crack Morgana's chest open like a watch so that she could understand the subtle mechanisms that made her tick.

The summer had been like a blissful dream, giving into every her every hedonistic urge, every horny, greedy fantasy that she had suppressed for so long. But as the nights grew darker and the first chill of Autumn crept into the air, she knew that she could not hide from reality forever.

While all the other girls in her year would be studying at some of the world's most prestigious universities, she would be spending the next year resitting most of her exams at the local community college. She knew that she was an embarrassment to her parents. The family fuck up. A big fat failure who was only getting fatter. She knew that they had watched her pile on the pounds this past year with increasing disgust and frustration. She had always been a bigger girl no matter how hard she tried but now her weight problem had gotten completely out of hand, swelling up to a size considered obscenely obese by most decent peoples' standards. They just couldn't understand how the daughter that they had tried to raise in their own fit and successful image and provided with every privilege and opportunity could let herself get so fat.

She knew that she had to get her life back on track and her weight under control while she still had a chance. She shuddered at the thought of just how big she could balloon if she continued to give in to Morgana's every whim.

"I don't think we should see each other anymore." She said flatly.

The rhythm of Morgana's breathing didn't even change.

"OK, if that's what you want," she said as casually as if Liara had just suggested a movie to watch.

Liara bit her lip in a futile attempt to hold back the tears welling up inside her. She had practised this moment in her mind so many times, prepared herself for so many different scenarios. She had imagined that she might become angry or that she might beg her to stay but she hadn't imagined that Morgana simply wouldn't care.

"You don't even want me," Liara said. She hated herself for sounding so childish.

"Fuck, Liara," she cried in frustration. "You don't even know how much I want you."

Liara could not stop herself from flinching. It was so rare that she saw Morgana lose control. So rare that she even addressed her by her name. It struck her then how little they knew each other in spite of everything.

"But you don't care about me," she said softly. She shifted her considerable bulk into a sitting position and pulled the sheet over her bare breasts. It was so stupid after everything they had done but she suddenly felt self conscious of her nudity.

Morgana's eyes softened to something almost wistful. Tenderly, she pushed Liara's hair back from her face and smiled sadly. Fuck, the girl really was beautiful.

"It's hardly a conventional thing we have going on, is it? Don't you think you deserve better than all these lies and sneaking around?"

"I don't know how I'll live without you," Liara whispered, biting her lip to stop it trembling. "You're like some drug I don't know how to quit."

Morgana laughed. "Oh, my darling girl, sometimes I think it must be an act because I can't imagine anyone could ever be so naive but you really are sweet as pie, aren't you? All this time you've been plucking up the courage to tell me and you don't even realise: you can run from me but you can never run from yourself."

"No," Liara shook her head. "I knew you would do this. You want to confuse me, trick me, twist things so you can have your own way. This is what I want and I know I can do it. I just can't be anywhere near you."

There was a coldness in Morgana's eyes, it was a subtle shift but Liara knew that something inside of her had snapped closed again like a clam shell, locking the soft, fleshy creature that was her heart tightly inside.

"Got it all figured out, have you? Be sure to let me know how the diet works," Morgana smirked. "You fatties are all the same. You just want someone to blame for your own lack of self control. You might lose some weight on whatever quick fix scheme daddy's money will pay for but a big pig like you is always destined to gain it back. And more."

"Goodbye, Morgana," Liara said simply. She tried as best she could to hold her head high and maintain her dignity as she gathered her clothes.

As Morgana watched the fat girl waddle away for the last time, she couldn't help but smile. She knew they might never see each other again but the spell she had cast over her would never be broken.