Ashley

Chapter 1

Fat arms with multiple folds jiggle as this behemoth of a woman shoves food into her oral cavity. Her shirt button’s barely holding on, which, it was a miracle she could even find a shirt like this in her size. Her jeans dug painfully into her hanging belly, causing double protrusions of thick slabs of fat above and below her jeans button. Barely contained by her jeans, her pannus filled them out and sat in her lap as she gorged herself on yet another hefty meal. Tree trunk-like legs only semi-supported her as months without much movement left her muscles weak, just as her feeder liked them. This woman’s name was Ashley, and just a couple years ago, she was the manager at the local gym, and a nutritionist in her spare time. Now, she is nothing more than a hog in a pen.

“God, you are so fucking huge,” her feeder, Sam, whispered in awe as Ashley tore into the catering platter full of American style backyard BBQ. The spicy brown sauce smeared all over her face and hands, and dripped down onto her shirt and jeans.

“What am I going to do with you?” She teased, knowing full well what she was going to do. Sam slid a chair over to Ashley’s side of the table and began to poke at her fat slabs while she ate.

“We’re going to weigh you after this and see just how much damage you’ve done to yourself! You should be ashamed,” she teased in a husky voice, squeezing Ashley’s upper belly roll hard enough to make Ashely cry out.

“Hey! Cut it out!” She said through a mouthful of brisket and potato salad.

“Oh, you could feel that?” Sam teased. She watched as Ashley’s cheeks eventually grew pink, then red, as she began to sweat from consuming piles of fat and protein. Ashley wiped her brow, smearing BBQ sauce on her forehead as she wheezed and kept eating. She could feel her jeans cutting deep into her gut. She took two more bites before she heard a seam pop. Her monstrous belly groaned and bubbled as she continued to pile in more pulled pork, more ribs, more potato salad, and more coleslaw.

The pain of her jeans cutting her in half became too much as Sam took another bite. She groaned in pain, hitting her belly with her fist in an attempt to assuage it.

“One more bite should do the trick…” Sam suggested as she picked up a slice of brisket with her bare hand and brought it to Ashley’s mouth. “Say ‘ah’....”

Ashley stifled a burp and opened her mouth as Sam shoved the entire slice inside. Ashley chewed and swallowed hesitantly, groaning as her stomach was stuffed as full of as much food as it could possibly handle.

Suddenly, the jeans button flew off and Ashley’s belly surged forward, unzipping her pants in the process.

“Ahhh,” Ashley sighed, putting both hands on either side of her gargantuan middle.
“Let me help you with that,” Sam offered, and helped Ashley pull her belly out of her overstretched jeans and plop it on top of her thighs.

“Feel better?” Sam asked, caressing and giving small love pinches to Ashely’s lower belly slab.

“Mhm!” Ashley nodded, already on to her next course.