A Glutton's Love - Part 27

Just like that, Sam had been able to tick off the first entry of the list. And it was very clear that it wouldn’t stay the last.

Each day, more fast food deliveries showed up at Alisson’s door with strict instructions by when the food was supposed to be devoured by her. With a bit of encouragement from Melissa, Alisson was able to follow all instructions to the point, no matter how painfully stuffed they left her. Each time she stuffed herself silly, Alisson did her best to ignore the writings on the wall of their living room that were mapping out the way towards her horrifying future.

Sam still showed up regularly to help keep their apartment clean. Though the cleaning, while still being done meticulously, now took a backseat to the true purpose of Sam’s visits: fattening up her new pet project and brutally destroying her confidence.

And Alisson proved herself to be an easy target, having given up any hope of fighting what was done to her. Instead, Sam watched Alisson’s confidence dwindle with every pound of fat Sam forced onto her victim’s body.

She had gotten Alisson to a point where the only form of relaxation and joy in her life centered around having a belly stuffed full of thousands of calories. It became a compulsion for Alisson to reach for something to snack on as soon as she felt the slightest bit of fear or anxiety. By now, Sam often found Alisson sitting on the couch and shoveling snacks into her face to soothe the anxiety she felt every time Sam entered their apartment.

Sam loved the anxiously trembling fatty she was turning Alisson into.

She fully leaned into destroying her confidence whenever she could, making sure to never miss an opportunity to throw harsh and demeaning comments her way. Sam especially enjoyed Alisson’s panic whenever she told Melissa to leave the room so Sam could have Alisson all to herself. It was invigorating to watch this bloated version of Alisson struggle to even look in her direction and to know that she was entirely at her mercy.

Just as she was in this moment.

“Look at me, fatty!” Sam commanded, and a rush of excitement filled her as she saw the fearful reaction Alisson had, hesitantly forcing herself to look up. “Now that we’ve got you up to 250 pounds, there is a celebration in order, don’t you think?”

Sam waited until Alisson was about to reply before interrupting her harshly.

“That was a rhetorical question! Don’t you dare speak to me unless I’ve given you permission to.” She took a second to enjoy Alisson’s frightened reaction before continuing. “Yes, it’s time to celebrate your pathetic fatness. And what better way is there to celebrate than for you to do exactly as I tell you to?”

Sam tossed a bundle of clothes on the sofa next to Alisson and watched in satisfaction as her piggy’s expression changed to horror as she recognized them. Due to their low budget, Alisson hasn’t been able to buy any new clothes and wore whatever oversized clothes she could find in Melissa’s drawers. Because of that, she had gotten used to everything being loose on her as she lounged around.

The clothes next to her now were anything but oversized. Alisson recognized them from a time when she had made Melissa wear them while she was in the early stages of her fattening journey. A pair of thin yoga pants that left nothing to the imagination and a tight tank top that would be barely long enough to cover her boobs. They were several sizes too small for Alisson’s frame, but perfect for forcing someone to show off her gains in public.

Sam didn’t have to say anything for Alisson to realize what their celebration would be. Alisson’s horrified expression told her that much. She gave her a moment to let it sink in that Alisson would now live through a core experience of being a feedee. One that she had made Melissa go through not too long ago. It made it even more exciting for Sam to watch Alisson’s reaction as the flabby girl knew exactly how her day would go. Sam watched Alisson’s lip quiver in fear as the girl looked up at her pleadingly. For a moment, it seemed like she would beg Sam to stop, but then Alisson remembered her orders and kept her mouth shut.

“Such a good girl,” Sam said teasingly, “now, stop looking at me like a weak loser and put those on. And I don’t want you to look up at me until I give you permission to. Nod, if you understand.”

Alisson dropped her gaze and nodded hesitantly. She heaved her flabby body up from the sofa and grabbed her clothes, ready to head into their sleeping room to change.

“Where do you think you are going? Stay here and give me a show, fatty.”

Alisson was visibly shaken by that command but showed no signs of resistance. Sam had often touched and jiggled the fat on her body whenever Alisson sat around on the sofa. But to be standing and undressing in front of her felt like a whole new level of humiliation. She was hyper aware of every jiggle that shook through her body as she began lifting her shirt over her head, and her plump boobs fell out.

Just then, the sound of a camera app went off, and Alisson almost stumbled as she quickly tried to get her head out of the shirt. Instinctively, she was about to turn to Sam, but managed to catch herself in the last moment. Instead, her head went bright red as she tried to show no reaction to the continuing sound of Sam’s phone camera going off.

As Alisson bent forward to grab the yoga pants and heard another picture being taken, she knew that there would soon be countless pictures of her in all imaginable unflattering situations. Never before had she felt so small. Sam didn’t bother to say anything, making Alisson feel as if taking nude pictures of her obese body was her undisputed right. And in a way it was. Alisson had given up any dignity many pounds ago. 

Now, she was merely a plaything to those better than her.

She was acutely aware of her ungainly movements as she bent forward to pick up the yoga pants. It made her even more self-conscious to know that Sam had seen how elegant Alisson used to be whenever they had changed before and after their gym sessions. Now, each movement felt hindered and clumsy due to the excess layers of fat covering her entire body.

And all throughout, she heard the camera activate and capture her degradation.

Alisson almost lost her balance as she hastily tried to get her second leg into her pants and felt like she was about to break out in humiliated tears. But she somehow held herself together, even as she struggled to pull her pants up her dimply thighs. After that, the tank top followed just as clumsily.

Finally, she was dressed, but horrified to notice that this minor effort had been enough to leave her breathing heavily. Since Sam hadn’t allowed her to look up, she kept her gaze to the floor, but was sure that Sam spotted a wide grin on her face after witnessing another of Alisson’s new lows.

Sam let Alisson stand there in silence for a few more agonizing seconds before finally speaking up again.

“You’re really on your way to find your true pathetic purpose. Now, follow me and I’ll take you another step further.”