A Viltrumites Weakness, the Feeder

Chapter 1

Anissa:
"So, you're Earth's so-called 'hero'? Pathetic. Do you even understand what you're up against? The Viltrumite rule is inevitable. Submit… or be destroyed. Those are your only choices." She smirks.

You:
That might be true, but you wouldn't have sex with someone like me by force

Anissa:
Oh? And why wouldn't I? *She tilts her head, her smirk widening* You're rather confident for someone who should be groveling. Perhaps...you interest me. Just a little. *She chuckles softly* But don't mistake that for weakness.


You:
Because you have a big ego and wouldn't be able to peak my interest

Anissa:
*Her smirk falters briefly, before she regains her composure, crossing her arms* Hmph. Typical human arrogance. You think you can resist me? *She steps closer, her eyes narrowing slightly* I'll have you know, I've conquered worlds with my strength alone. And you think your *interest* would be hard to come by?

You:
Your not a larger female and im sure you wouldn't like the idea of being fat.

Anissa:
Fat?! *She scoffs, offended.* I'm a Viltrumite warrior! My physique is perfected through centuries of battle and training. *She flexes her arms, clearly proud of her muscular frame.* You think a few extra pounds would make me *fat*? Ridiculous. *She sneers.* And what's with this obsession with size? Humans are so...petite.

You:
Not all humans are impressed with petite women, its actually not attractive to everyone

Anissa:
*She raises an eyebrow, intrigued* Is that so? You're telling me, *you're* not impressed by petite women? *She steps back, examining you carefully.* Interesting. So, what *do* you find attractive? *She asks, genuinely curious, despite herself.*

You:
Large bellies, cellulite, big round asses and hips. big tits, chubby faces with soft supple lips

Anissa:
*She scoffs again, but her eyes flash with something unexpected – confusion, perhaps, or even...intrigue? She changes tack, her voice dripping with amusement.* Well, well. That's...quite the list. *She laughs, a low, rumbling sound.* You humans are bizarre creatures. *She places a hand on her hip, considering.* But, if I may ask...why? *She queries, genuinely puzzled by your preferences.*

You:
The soft feeling of the body along with jiggling. makes it hard for me to resist a woman.

Anissa:
*She blinks slowly, processing this information. Her expression shifts, a calculating gleam entering her steely grey eyes* Jiggling, you say? And softness? Hmm. *She strokes her chin thoughtfully, seeming to weigh her options.* So, it's comfort and...plushness that appeals to you. Not exactly what I'd expect from a species obsessed with fitness and athleticism. *She smirks again, this time slightly more playful.*

You:
Is that something you really believe you can achieve? the gluttony, and the feeling of indulging being fat and lazy while being taken care of?

Anissa:
*She snorts.* Fat and lazy? Me? Impossible. But... *She pauses, her mind racing. She’s clearly never encountered someone with such unconventional tastes.* Indulging, you say? And being taken care of? That...I might be able to manage. But don't expect any 'lazy' days from me. I'm a warrior, not a housecat. *She smirks once more, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.* However, I'm curious... Could I...jiggle? *She asks, almost shyly, her cheeks flushing slightly.*

You:
Yes you could, you have the perfect body for it. your hips will be wider, your ass will jiggle and you walk. your belly will get bigger, wider. your thighs will shake the earth as you walk.

Anissa:
*She feels a strange flutter in her chest, which she quickly suppresses. These human ideals were...intriguing, to say the least. The idea of her body changing, adapting to something new, was...appealing. She shifts uncomfortably, frowning slightly.* And you'd... like that? Me, in that state? *Her voice is barely above a whisper, unusually vulnerable.*


You:
I would love it, id do anything for it

Anissa:
*A flicker of surprise crosses her face, followed by a calculating glint* Anything, you say? *She leans in, her voice dropping* And what exactly would you offer in exchange for this... indulgence? For me, the mighty Viltrumite warrior, to abandon my physical peak and adopt such a...unique appearance? *She raises a single eyebrow, daring you to answer.*

You:
I would wait on you hand and foot daily for any request you may have with loyalty fully

Anissa:
Loyalty, you say? *She narrows her eyes, searching yours intently.* Fine. I'll take your offer. But don't think for a second that I'm doing this for you, human. *She straightens, her demeanor shifting back to its usual confidence.* I'm doing this because... *she hesitates, clearly struggling to articulate her thoughts* ...because I can. Because if anyone deserves to look like *that*, it'll be me. And because having you cater to my every whim sounds...tempting. *She crosses her arms, trying to appear nonchalant.*

You:
When can we begin?

Anissa:
Immediately, if you wish. *A small smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth.* I've never indulged in such...frivolities before. But, if it means having you serve me, then... *She shrugs.* Why not? It'll be amusing, at the very least. *She glances down at herself, then back at you.* So, how do we...start?

You:
You have to pretty much have eat all the things that arose your tasting senses without regret. enjoy the feeling of stuffing yourself and not having to worry about your figure.

Anissa:
*She scoffs, amused.* You mean... gorge? Eat until I'm... stuffed? No holding back? *She chuckles.* Oh, this will be easy. Viltrumites don’t know the meaning of moderation. We take what we want, when we want. The only difference is, instead of conquest, I’ll be consuming...everything. *She rubs her hands together, her enthusiasm growing.* Let's do this. *She grins, showing off her sharp teeth.*

You:
I love the smile you put on and cant wait to help my queen indulge in all her delicacies

Anissa:
Good. You will help. Make sure nothing is denied me. *She's clearly enjoying the new dynamic between you two.* And...I expect a certain level of...devotion. *She tilts her head.* Bring me food. Now. Let's see how much I can truly consume. And don't you dare judge me. *She chuckles darkly.*

You:
I will never judge you. I will make sure you consume until you are too big to fit through a door. if that's ok with you...?

Anissa:
Perfect. *Her grin widens, showing off her predatory instincts.* That's exactly what I'm looking for. And just think, once I’m... *she mimes a larger belly, giggling softly* ...you'll be stuck dealing with me. No backing out, understand? This is who I'll be, forever. *She pauses, then adds, her voice lower, softer*, And I expect you to love every bit of it. Every. Single. Bit.

You:
Show me how big you can get love

Anissa:
Oh, I will. *Her eyes gleam with excitement. There's a genuine excitement about her, like a child unwrapping a present.* And you'll be right there with me, watching every step of the way. No limits.

You:
I will be by your side 24/7

loving, rubbing, feeding, talking with you.

Anissa:
Every waking moment... *She nods, satisfied.* And sleeping moments, too. I'll need someone to... snuggle up to. *She shifts uncomfortably, clearly not used to expressing such emotions. But there's something endearing about her awkwardness.* You'll be my constant companion. And, in return, you'll see me transform into...well, *she laughs softly,* something truly magnificent. *Her stomach growls, the sound echoing loudly.* Now, then... let's start this feast, shall we?

You:
What would you like to eat babe? and by the way.... there will be plenty of sex, as much as you want.

Anissa:
*She blushes slightly, caught off guard by the additional promise.* Ah...right. As much as I want. Got it. *She clears her throat, trying to recover her composure.* Food first. *She thinks for a moment, a mischievous glint in her eye.* Bring me everything. Burgers, fries, pasta, cake, ice cream, meat... I've seen humans devour all of these things with reckless abandon. I'll need a lot. And don't forget the sauces. *She smirks.* Oh, and if you're good, we might even...

You:
I dont have the money to buy these things all at once. do you have a plan for getting endless amounts of food? mainly for you?

Anissa:
*She rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed.* Humans and their primitive economies. *She taps her chin thoughtfully.* Hmm... I could always take what I want. No one would dare stand in my way. *An evil little smile creeps onto her face.* Or... we could find a way to acquire a steady supply. Restaurants, perhaps? Grocery stores? We could... convince them to provide us with all the food we desire. I'm sure there are ways to... negotiate. *She winks, clearly implying coercion.*

You:
They can and will supply you with as much h nourishment in return for not being destroyed.

Anissa:
Exactly. *She smirks, pleased with your understanding.* Fear is a powerful motivator, after all. And these humans… they're so fragile. It'll be easy. Just a little demonstration of strength, and they'll bend to our demands. *She flexes her massive biceps absentmindedly.* So, let's go find ourselves a convenient, well-stocked supermarket. *She pats her flat stomach again, already imagining the feast.* And then, once we've got our food situation sorted... *She trails off, her mind wandering.*

You:
Then, we will store everything in a warehouse so you can sit and gorge until your heart's content. I will also make an effort to ensure you have a toilet to support you. as well as television, freezer, bed and blankets for us

Anissa:
*She nods, her excitement building.* Yes. A private space, stocked with endless food. *She chuckles.* And a sturdy toilet. I can already envision it. *She places a hand on your shoulder, her grip firm but gentle.* You're thinking this through, aren't you? *She smiles, genuinely appreciative.* Fine, then. We'll set up our little...feeding den. And then, once everything is prepared... *She licks her lips.* There won't be any stopping me.

You:
Let's begin

Anissa:
Good. Let's get started. *She claps her hands together, her enthusiasm infectious. She seems eager to dive right in, completely unaware of personal boundaries or restraint.*

*She grabs your arm, her grip surprisingly tender despite her immense strength.* Lead the way. Take me to this...supermarket. And then, we'll see how much I can truly devour. *Her stomach grumbles again.*

Oh, and...about that other thing—*she glances away briefly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks*—don't be shy, alright? I won't hold back.

You:
Yes love I understand, the super market is just 3 blocks away from here. it would take you no time to get there. ill hold you as we fly.

Anissa:
*She nods, then suddenly wraps her arms around you, lifting you up with ease.* Perfect. Hold tight, won’t you? *Without another word, she blasts off, flying swiftly through the air with you securely in her grasp.*


*The wind rushes past, whipping through your hair, and you catch glimpses of the city below. After mere seconds, she touches down gently outside the supermarket, her eyes gleaming.*


Alright. Here we are. *She adjusts her grip on you, holding you close.* Let's go, love. Time to make some...arrangements.

You: Entering the supermarket, I make everyone aware that we only require one thing. Plenty of food to last a month at a time to please my woman and partner. no harm will ever come to anyone.

Anissa:
*As you announce your request, Anissa stands tall, radiating confidence and menace. Her steely gaze sweeps across the store, daring anyone to refuse. She rests a protective—if slightly possessive—hand on your shoulder, asserting her claim.*

Yes, that's right. Month-long supplies. Regularly. Or... *She flexes her fingers, a subtle threat lurking beneath the surface.*

*nobody moves, frozen in shock. The store's employees and patrons exchange nervous glances, unsure how to react.*

You:
A simple demand for a simple request. do not anger her, and show her respect as we are not interested in you.

Anissa:
*She smiles, pleased with your diplomatic approach. She leans slightly closer, her presence still overwhelming, but no longer intimidatingly so. Instead, she seems... expectant.*

Yes, respect. That's all I ask. *She mutters under her breath.* Although, "respect" is a weak word.

*She glances around the store, making sure everyone understands her superiority. Her expression hardens slightly.*

Deliver. And do it quickly. I'm hungry. *She hisses, her voice low and commanding.*

You:
The employees of the store begin loading a month's worth of food into a large trailer.

Anissa:
*She watches, arms crossed, a satisfied expression on her face.*

Good. This will do nicely. *She mutters, more to herself than to you.*

*Once the trailer is nearly full, she steps forward, towering over the cowering employees.*

A small demonstration, so you understand... *She raises her hand, fingers curled into a fist, her eyes flashing with warning.*

No one will try to stop us. Or follow us. Or interfere. Correct?

Anissa
*Her fist slams into the tiled floor, shattering the tiles and sending cracks rippling outward. The impact creates a mini shockwave, knocking over nearby shelves. The people surrounding her stumble back, terrified, some crying out in alarm.*


*Her smile grows wider, amused by the chaos she's causing.*
Yes, that's the idea. Get the message? *She grins, flashing her sharp teeth.* You mortals are so... delicate. *She shakes her head, clearly entertained by their fear.*

Now, load the rest of the food. And hurry.

You:
The entire trailer is packed too the brim. she is happy with the amount that has been given and expect her monthly feeding to be prepared on time at the end of every month. it should be enough food to feed 10 full family households

Anissa:
Oh, excellent. This will sustain me nicely. *She pats the trailer, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.* You humans, so quick to oblige when faced with…consequences. *She chuckles, clearly enjoying her newfound influence.*

Remember, one trailer per month. *Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper.* Don't disappoint me. *She straightens up, looking down at you, her excitement palpable.* Now, take me to our little…haven. I think I've earned a few hearty meals—and, well, other things.

You:
I point my new love in the direction tion of the warehouse where she can rest comfortably as I cook and prepare her for a long feeding.

Anissa:
Ah, finally. *She stretches, clearly excited, and strides forward with determination, the warehouse looming closer. She whispers to you, her breath warm against your ear.*

I can already taste it. *She grins, her teeth glinting. As you both enter the warehouse, her gaze sweeps across the space, calculating how best to utilize it. She takes deep breaths, savoring the moment.*

This will do nicely. Much better than living among those...insects. *She smirks, rolling her shoulders.* Now, what's the plan, love? Food, then...

You:
I begin to cook a full course meal. if you happen to feel full, we can also create some protein shakes for you to wash everything down with.
Anissa:
Yes, that sounds...wonderful, actually. *Her eyes scan the surroundings, taking in every detail, before focusing on you. She seems more relaxed, more at ease, than she's ever been since arriving on Earth. A faint hum escapes her lips, almost like a gentle purr.*

Protein shakes, you say? *She chuckles softly.* You're learning.

You:
Oh I've learned a lot about how to take care of and please a woman. id love to see the extacy on your face as you enjoy yourself so I can continue doing it for you.

Anissa:
*She blushes slightly, caught off guard by your sincerity. Her cheeks redden, and she looks away, hiding her face.*

Y-you're...different, you know that? *She mumbles, clearly touched.* Most humans cower. You...take care of me. *Her voice softens, taking on a vulnerable quality.*

It's...nice. *She clears her throat, trying to recover her composure.* Just, uh, keep doing what you're doing. I...enjoy it.

You:
*Three months had passed, filled with endless feasts and comfortable silence. Anissa had grown stronger, her strength bordering on unstoppable. Yet, despite her increasing power, she'd grown softer around you, her affection evident in small gestures, like the way she'd brush a strand of hair behind your ear or squeeze your hand when she thought you weren't looking.*


*She sat at a makeshift table, surrounded by empty plates and bowls, her belly full but not bursting. Not yet. She leaned back, content, watching you move around the warehouse with a fondness that surprised even herself.*

Anissa:
*Her eyes flutter shut, a low rumble escaping her throat as you touch her swollen belly. It's swollen to an impressive size, stretching her usual Viltrumite physique beyond recognition. She shifts slightly, her figure broader, softer, yet still radiant in its own unique way. Even her usual sharp jawline seems slightly rounded, her cheeks fuller.*

*She glances down, unable to see her own rear anymore, but she can feel its expansion. She blushes, embarrassed, yet simultaneously thrilled.*

It's... quite something, isn't it? *She murmurs, her voice thick.*


You:
Its beautiful, you done way past what I expected. but are you happy my love? do you enjoy every fold of fat, the way your body giggles when you walk?

Anissa:
*She smiles, genuinely, warmth filling her expression.*

I...I love it.

*She nods, her hands instinctively cradling her massive belly.*

It's...who I'm supposed to be. Who Viltrumites *should* be. Powerful, dominant, and...

*She chuckles, a little self-consciously, shifting in her seat.*

Well-fed. *She giggles, her laughter deep and rich.* And, yes, I love the way it feels—to be full, to be...soft, in a way.

You:
How much bigger do you want to be? im here to support you. nothing to be ashamed about. indulge in it, and indulge in me when your ready

Anissa:
Oh, I...there's no limit, really. *She hesitates, unsure if she should confess the extent of her desires.*

I'd...like to be enormous. *Her cheeks flush deeper.* Larger than any Viltrumite before me. *She averts her gaze, almost shyly.* And...I'm always ready for you. You've seen me at my strongest, my cruelest, and now...like this. Vulnerable. And you still accept me. *Her voice trembles slightly.*

So, yes...

You:
How would you like me to have you love? from the back? on top? or maybe you would like me to taste your essence with my mouth?


Anissa:
*She swallows hard, her pupils dilating.*

You...you'd do that? *She whispers, her usual confidence faltering. But beneath the surface, her Viltrumite instincts are screaming with excitement.*

I... *She struggles to find the words, finally blurring out:*

From behind, first. *She whispers, her face aflame.* Then...then, whatever you want. *She bites her lip, clearly trusting you completely.*

*She shifts uncomfortably, her body already reacting to the prospect.*

You:
Bend over love, I will put my dick in your massive ass and grab with both hands as I thrust my already long and think cock inside you

Anissa:
*Anissa grins, a low growl rumbling in her chest. Without another word, she moves to comply, her massive frame bending with surprising agility. She plants her hands firmly on the ground, steadying herself, and glances back, her eyes burning with anticipation.*

Yes. Do it.*Her voice is firm, unwavering. She's completely comfortable with her immense size, embracing every aspect of herself—even the vulnerable parts.*

*She braces herself, ready for the unfamiliar sensation of being this massive while still maintaining her Viltrumite strength.*

*You position yourself, and she feels a mix of anticipation and pride. She's never been this vulnerable, this dependent, on anyone before. But she trusts you.*

*She grips the grou