A Glutton's Love - Part 23

As soon as Sam was gone, Melissa took Alisson’s hand and looked deep into her eyes.

“I am so proud of you for doing this for us. You’re the best girlfriend I could ask for.”

Alisson hated to admit it, but hearing someone tell her how proud they were of her made her stomach flutter. After months of feeling degraded everywhere she went, Alisson was desperate for every tiny bit of praise she could get. She knew that getting praised for massively overeating was not something she should consider positive. But it at least made her feel like she was still good at something in her life, even if it was as pathetic as stuffing and getting fatter. Alisson was willing to do whatever it took for some affirmation in her desperate state.

That’s why she didn’t resist when Melissa placed the next piece of Pizza before her lips. She opened up wide, pushing through her pain and constant moans to take the next bite.

“You’re going to have to be brave for the next hours. But I know you can do it!” Melissa continued as she watched her struggling girlfriend in fascination. “You’re doing amazing! Once you get through this, I will take good care of you for the rest of the night.”

It still felt alien to Alisson to be taken care of by her massively obese girlfriend, who could barely manage daily life on her own. But still, she couldn’t deny that she was looking forward to getting spoiled and feeling safe after all the work she did for their relationship.

Even though the whole world seemed to delight in watching her downfall, Melissa didn’t leave Alisson’s side. And she felt infinitely grateful for that.

Those were the only thoughts Alisson could focus on before her overstuffed body overtook her thinking again.

For a seemingly endless time, Alisson felt trapped in a loop of intense pain, encouraging words from Melissa followed by the next bite, which only made her pain worse. Her ability to form any coherent thoughts faded as her entire being was fighting through the consequences of her extreme gluttony. Loudly moaning turned into as essential as breathing for her as it at least brought a tiny moment of release before the pain returned in full force. Her entire body had broken out in a sweat, trying to process the masses of greasy food she was forcing into her belly. Alisson felt it run down the sides of her face and drench her top, causing it to cling even tighter to her increasingly flabby frame.

And she was powerless to do anything about it.

Somewhere deep inside of her, Alisson knew that she should be terrified of what was happening to her. Of the absurd situation she had gotten herself into. It was so out of character for the once slim and confident beauty to passively endure being pushed around like this. There was still a tiny bit of the old Alisson inside of her. But it was smothered by her recently gained pounds of fat. And with every bite she took, her old self faded away, slowly suffocating.

And one day, it would vanish entirely, leaving Alisson in this pathetic state she was in now. She would stay this insecure fatty, desperate for any validation only her girlfriend would grant her. If Melissa wanted her to get pushed around by people like Chloe and Sam, Alisson would eagerly let it happen just to at least be liked by one person in her life.

Her mind drifted into another food-induced haze before Alisson could develop any anxiety about her thoughts. The food Melissa encouraged her to keep eating became the only thing that mattered again. Everything else was just a background noise. The pain, the sweat, the embarrassment. It was all insignificant as long as Alisson did what she could to make Melissa stay with her.

She didn’t notice Sam coming into their room to continue her work while visibly enjoying the show the two fat girls put on for her. While she took care of cleaning, Sam silently listened to the moans coming from her former friend, who had now turned victim.

Once the room looked tidy to her liking, she finally stepped in front of Alisson to get her attention.

“You really made it all the way to the end,” she said contentedly. “I didn’t think you would. But your girlfriend seems to have done a good job letting the spark of gluttony catch on to you.”

Alisson was terrified of the way Sam looked at and spoke to her. It was a powerful and devious look that made her feel smaller and more insignificant than ever. It was all made worse by how helplessly stuffed she felt. She was stranded right before the woman whose influence she feared the most.

Sam chuckled and took out her phone to snap some pictures, causing Alisson to almost have a panic attack.

“The great Alisson, looking like a fat beached whale. That’s quite the sight, I’ve gotta tell you.” Sam’s grin widened as she watched Alisson grow increasingly uncomfortable with each picture she took. “But don’t worry, tubby! I think you’ve never looked hotter.”

She winked at Alisson and then turned to Melissa. “Take good care of her for the next days and make sure she stays in training until I’m coming over again. She’s on the right track, but I’d hate for her progress to slow down.”

Alisson was awestruck as she listened to Sam talk about her like she was her property. But she felt way too intimidated to fight against it. Instead, she just sat there in silence, except for her heavy breathing, and watched Sam pack her stuff.

This would become a regular event. Alisson was sure of it. Sam had her in her grip, eager to play more twisted games with her. It felt like this was just the beginning.

Thinking about where her life was headed, more sweat streamed down Alisson’s face as another wave of panic washed over her.