Under his spell 2

Chapter 7

Following Vincent’s command, Sarah hoisted herself up onto the edge of the table, the only portion of the surface not covered by the enormous Beth. There wasn’t room enough for both of them, so Sarah made her way up onto Beth’s mountainous stomach. Their flabby guts molded together like jelly as the weight of Sarah pushed down onto the blob that was Beth’s belly. Sarah stretched down and began to make-out with Beth, but the bigger girl was too lost in her sexual haze to even kiss back.

Sarah gave up on the tongue play, instead opting to reach a chubby hand down to Beth’s moist pussy. She lowered her hand into the dense jungle of pubic hair and found Beth’s pulsing vagina. She inserted her fingers into Beth as far as she could get them, and finger fucked the giantess for all she was worth. She couldn’t see Vincent behind her, and wondered if her finger work was pleasing him and if he would be joining the fun. She got her answer soon enough, when she felt a hard dick poking at her own chubby pussy.

Sarah let out a deep, animalistic moan as Vincent’s erection slid well into her waiting slit. This was everything she had wanted since she first laid eyes on him. All she could think about around him was sex, and now she was finally getting fucked by her dream man. She let out more deep, intense moans as her lover’s thrusts rocked her back and forth on Beth’s quivering gut. It was almost like being fucked on a waterbed.

“Beth and Sarah…” Vincent said. “Both so fat. Look at yourselves, you could be sisters.”

Hearing that made something in Sarah snap. She looked down at the face of the obese woman she was laying on top of, and admitted that there was a resemblance there. They were both blondes now, with similar hair styles. Both had round faces and double chins. While Beth was much fatter, Sarah knew she was quite the heifer herself. The only real distinct difference were their eyes - Sarah’s were green and Beth’s were hazel. She stared at Beth’s face and wondered if she was looking into her future. Realizing that she could easily be mistaken for Beth made Sarah feel fatter than ever. And something about the way Vincent had said it made the fact that she was this fat sound amazing. At that moment Sarah wanted nothing more than to be the fat fuck her sweet Vincent desired her to be. She let out another thunderous moan as her gelatinous tits rolled against Beth’s.

“Of course,” Vincent continued, “Beth is the big sister and you are just the baby.”

Sarah threw her head back and moaned again. “But I want to be the big sister,” she whined.

“Then you need to drink your milk if you want to grow big and strong,” Vincent said, still slamming into Sarah.

As her body was hit with a strong orgasm, Sarah reached out and wrestled the suction cup from one of Beth’s enormous tits. Doing so caused a wave of milk to gush from the whale’s nipple, running down her tit and onto the table where it pooled before overflowing onto the floor. Sarah latched on to Beth’s thick nipple and began slurping at her bloated breast as she jiggled in unison with the fat bitch beneath her. As she gulped down the river of milk that flowed through Beth, Sarah felt Vincent’s thick cock slide out of her.

“Vincent?” she asked loudly, worried about what was happening. She could not turn back far enough to see if he was there. “Vincent, what happened?”

As she latched back on to the overflowing tit before her, she could hear shuffling and knew Vincent was still there. Beth began to moan louder and louder, as the sounds of skin slapping skin recommenced. Vincent was fucking Beth.

“No, Vincent,” Sarah wailed, with tears forming rapidly in her eyes. “Please, Vincent, fuck me. I want you to fuck me, not her.” She began sobbing uncontrollably. “Please fuck me,” she cried. “Please, oh god, please.” She was begging through her tears, she needed it so bad.

After a few minutes of nonstop begging and pleading, Sarah felt the familiar poke of Vincent’s dick piercing through her lower lips. She was awash in pleasure again. She felt so safe and sexy when Vincent was inside her. She once again attached her mouth to Beth’s mammoth breast, squeezing and kneading it as if to extract every last drop of milk. She was in heaven.

Vincent smirked to himself as he pounded into the fat woman before him. He had grown her so large in such a short amount of time. He glared down at the two women on the table, the two fat sluts he had created, and chuckled at how easy it had been to brainwash them. He never grew tired of seeing someone who was once so slim and perky turn into a bulging whale of a woman. Not only that, but he had turned them into willing sex slaves. He had made a lot of money whoring Beth out to rich chubby chasers, and he was sure Sarah was going to be just as profitable.

Sarah was lost in pleasure as she sucked on Beth’s sloppy tit. She couldn’t even gather herself enough to form a coherent thought. All she knew was that she was getting fucked by Vincent, and that she was being a good fat ass for him. Unbeknownst to her, a steady stream of milk began to leak out of her own nipple as she suckled at Beth’s. A million fragments of thought raced through her head as Vincent fucked her and she shivered in yet another orgasm. Words like “dick” and “fat” and “slut” kept popping up in her mind. But more than any of those, one word kept flashing in her brain in far greater frequency…

“Happy.”