A Glutton's Love - Part 24

From this day on, Melissa used every opportunity she could find to get Sam to come over for another cleaning session. Suddenly, she was spilling things constantly and too tired to clean them up by herself. That way, Sam showing up at their door with bags filled with greasy fast food became a regular occurrence.

Alisson wasn’t blind to her girlfriend’s suddenly increased clumsiness. She knew very well that Melissa was taking advantage of their new deal. And that she liked seeing Alisson stuffed to her limits, panting on their couch while barely conscious.

But it wasn’t like she felt it in her power to do anything against it.

Speaking up to protest would mean it would fall on Alisson to get back into a cleaning routine. To retake charge of their lives. And in her current mental and physical state, Alisson knew that this was out of the question. Thus, deep inside, she felt this was her well-deserved punishment for letting things get this far out of hand. She still deluded herself into believing this to only be a temporary arrangement until she was ready to step up again.

But the uncomfortable, even terrifying reality was that Alisson’s weight was skyrocketing out of control with each stuffing session. She did her best to ignore this simple fact by putting on the baggiest clothes she could find in the stack of Melissa’s outgrown wardrobe. But even with this tactic, the effects of her increased gain were creeping up on her with each day. There were moments when Alisson felt a new roll developing as she bent down or reached for another snack. Certain movements were getting more strenuous until she deliberately avoided them so as not to be reminded of her changing body.

In a way, Alisson was happy for each stuffing session that helped her escape the scary thoughts of her changing life. Each time she was shoveling food into her mouth until she was barely able to breathe, her mind went into survival mode. Her whole being started focusing on the task before her, pushing any unnecessary thoughts out of the way. It felt like she was accomplishing something while her girlfriend sat by her, whispering encouragement into her ear.

And by the time she was in her stuffed state, her mind could not form any more coherent thoughts. In an increasingly anxiety-inducing life, these were the only moments where Alisson would now feel at peace.

And if she was frank with herself, there would be one word to precisely describe what she felt at those moments: bliss.

But of course, Sam was not about to let her friend-turned-victim live out their time in undisturbed bliss. She yearned to push their relationship to the next stage. To take control of the situation and force Alisson to admit the uncomfortable truth that would grant Sam even more power over the fallen idol.

Thus, as she stood before Alisson one evening, looking down into the glazed-over eyes of the barely conscious but ever-growing girl, she decided it was the right time for her next move.

“You are my feedee. And you are going to admit to that right now.”

In her delirious state, it took a moment for Sam’s words to reach the tiny part of Alisson’s brain that could still grasp the severity of the situation. But soon enough, Sam watched with great pleasure as Alisson’s eyes grew wide in a panic that spread throughout her entire body. More sweat began streaming down the sides of the porky girl’s face as she tried to shift around her weight but was unable  to do so in her overfilled state.

It was an all-around comical sight that only fueled the fires inside of Sam. She was determined to ruin this girl's life for her own enjoyment. To break Alisson down and rebuild her into the perfect girl to satisfy even her darkest feedist urges. For all her life, Sam had been waiting for a chance to make her fantasies a reality. And now that she was this close to gaining complete control over someone who once considered herself an equal, she latched onto the opportunity with an unstoppable intensity.

Sam knew she was about to put Alisson through a tough time. The poor, overstuffed girl in front of her was terrified of what was happening. Every fiber inside of Alisson tried to resist Sam’s cruel dominance.

She was putting Alisson through a special kind of hell.

And she loved all of it.

Every moment Sam watched her victim’s uncomfortable reactions, she felt a flutter run through her entire body, which only encouraged her behavior.

Sam stared down into Alisson’s panic-filled eyes and enjoyed each passing second of her anxiety. She put more intensity behind her stare and watched it develop the desired effect on Alisson. A few more seconds later, Sam knew that she had won.

Her mouth twitched into the hint of a grin as she watched Alisson open her mouth. Although spoken shakily, the following words were the glorious melody of her victim's doom that Sam’s entire being had craved for her whole life.  

“I’m… I’m y…your feedee.”