A Glutton's Love - Part 22

Melissa held her breath as she watched her girlfriend’s reaction to Sam’s demands. She knew that this was the crucial moment of her plan. Over the last weeks, she had done everything she could to make Alisson feel loved and cared for. To build up Alisson’s trust in her and show her that she knew what was best for them. Now, all she could do was hope that her girlfriend would be willing to agree to the demeaning ordeal.

Melissa took Alisson’s hand and smiled at her. “It’s ok cutie. This is the best for our relationship. Just do as Sam says, and we can enjoy our time together without a care.”

Alisson was visibly shaken by the current events. She barely managed to look Melissa in the eyes. When she finally did, Melissa could see the fear in her look. But she also saw the deep trust that Alisson had for her. Nodding shyly, Alisson reached for the first box and opened it.

“Good girl,” Sam said, smirking. “Get to eating, and you’ll soon have a spotless apartment again.”

As Alisson took her first bite, she felt small and insignificant next to Sam and even Melissa. It was a scary sensation after a lifetime of dominating every room she stepped into and feeling superior to everyone around her. And she didn’t know any mechanism for dealing with her newfound insecurities, which scared her even more. Naturally, it was out of the question that she would go up against Sam in her current condition. But even though she wasn’t even half as heavy and out of shape as Melissa, Alisson felt beneath her. After all, Melissa had at least shown initiative to get their apartment cleaned up again. At the same time, Alisson had just lazed around while it got messier daily. She felt ashamed of how bad she had let things get. Of how badly she had let her girlfriend down. The least she could do now was to follow the orders she was given. It was only fitting that she had to suffer the consequences of her laziness.

She kept eating and closed her eyes, taking in the flavor of each bite. If this was her only way out of the mess she had caused, Alisson could at least try to enjoy it.

And as much as she would hate to admit it, it worked flawlessly.

Soon, Alisson only thought about the delicious food that made its way toward her mouth. Gone were any sorrows about the long-term consequences of her behavior. Why would she worry about the far future when she had immediate happiness just at the tip of her fingers? She had endured so many sorrows recently and lived through so many humiliations. Alisson felt entitled to feel joy again. And she felt ready to do whatever it took to get it. Even if it meant stuffing herself until she could barely breathe.

Keeping her eyes closed while she munched away, Alisson didn’t notice the surprised look Sam and Melissa gave each other, which quickly turned into wicked satisfaction. Their plan turned out to work way better than they had expected. All they had to do was put more food into Alisson’s hands, which she could eagerly shove into her face.

Oblivious to her surroundings, Alisson continued without slowing down even a little. She lost herself in the pleasure each bite gave her. A warmth spread through her entire body, causing a broad smile to appear on her face as she chewed away. She let happiness wash over her instead of worrying about the apparent signs of fast food addiction she was experiencing. There was no more room for thinking about the long term. Immediate satisfaction was all that mattered. The greasy food caused her body to flood with endorphins as her belly slowly expanded.

“What a good piggy. I think I can get started now.”

Sam’s words shattered the husk of warmth and happiness built around Alisson as her mind was dragged back to reality.

And her current reality was immense pain.

Alisson’s eyes grew wide, and as she opened her mouth in shock, a mixture of a gasp and moan escaped her lips as her hands darted to her overfilled gut.

How did she just now notice how close to her absolute limits she had stuffed herself? How long had she munched away without being aware of the moans of discomfort she made?

Alisson instantly felt humiliation wash over her as she became aware of Sam’s smug grin.

Countless times, Alisson had laughed with Sam about Melissa’s embarrassing stuffings and other humiliations they had made her go through. And now Alisson had done exactly the same thing. She had acted like an out-of-control fatty without even realizing how far she was going.

And she was terrified to find out what Sam would do with her now.

Her fear grew even worse when she watched Sam get up and tower over her. Alisson felt utterly helpless as the fit girl looked down at her and chuckled. They both knew that in her current state, Alisson would be barely able to stand up by herself.

Still, this was the least of Alisson’s worries right now. The real reason she was afraid was the way Sam looked at her. Like a predator that had their prey served right before them. She felt reduced into a plaything to be pushed around as others pleased. There was no doubt that those thoughts passed through Sam’s mind as her smile grew wider and more dangerous.

Sam bent forward, staring intensely into Alisson’s eyes as she gently pushed one hand into her belly, causing Alisson to gasp and cry out in pain.

“Melissa, I need you to keep her in this state for the next few hours while I clean up the mess you call your flat,” Sam said without breaking eye contact with the helpless overfed girl before her. “And don’t be afraid to push her to the limits. From now on, we will have to do that regularly until she is well-trained.”

Alisson felt a shiver run down her spine as Sam held her gaze for a few more seconds before turning around and leaving the room.