"Ughhhh...." I let out a moan of mild stomach pain caused by the overabundance of food within its confines. "Mooooore."
I never really thought I would end up in this situation, in my head and from my experiences it had always been the other way around. But yet here I've ended up, straddled upon, with someone else's chubby hand constantly shoving food down my double chin-lined throat, and pinching my cheeks telling me I'm such a good piggy. That should be my job! Well, it was.
I had always been intrigued by fat women even dating back to my youth. Something about seeing the puffiness of a fuller-figured female running and sweating during gym class made my whole body tingle with excitement. Sitting at the lunch table with the other girls, I would often find myself sneaking a peak at whatever huge ones would be stuffing their faces with, and fantasizing about dangling the food in my hands for them to beg for it. This want made me warm up to them more often than with skinnier people during recess.
Eventually, I would become close friends with Lisa. She was a puffy short thing with blonde hair and a clearly chubby face. I knew she did not have any interest in me, as most of our conversations involved her mentioning some boy she wished would notice her, but I could get a front-row seat to her expansion throughout our years together. During sleepovers, I was able to convince her through suggestion tactics to consume more and more. Lisa was never small, but results kept showing as by our senior year in high school she was described as gigantic by most people in private. Sadly, her eyes continued to stray away from me as she ogled at whatever guys would give her even the slightest attention. However, for me, she was just a bridge to my true potential prized hog.
Growing up, I was able to get a clear view of another girl's fattening up, Lisa's sister Amanda. She was only a year younger than the two of us and the similarities to her older sister were striking. The same shade of blonde, the same dull brown eyes, and most importantly, she had the same figure during her youth. The genes were strongly within her to grow fat as her sister with a little pushing, and she had yet to fall victim to me. She had remained pleasantly plump throughout childhood whilst watching Lisa become a blimp. We would often exchange small talk when I came over and it was clear after a while that she was not as into boys as was Lisa. I would even catch her staring when I would bend to grab something playing off a mindless flirtatious wiggle alongside a flip of my black glossy hair. I'd even turn around and as she blushes and jolts her head away I would crack a smirk and gaze into her slightly pouted fattened face. If you want prey to get caught you have to toy with it a little first
I finally took my shot with Amanda while the rest of her family was out of the house. The plan was simple. I knocked on the door and Amanda opened it. I took a second to glance her up and down, it was clearly a lazy Saturday afternoon for the young girl. A messy, half-assed effort of a bun, tighter than normal grey sweatpants accenting her thighs, and a white t-shirt that clung tightly to her little paunch of a stomach, god it was so revealing. I began to feel my loins moisten from just a fraction of a second of peering. But I had to play it cool. I was just "returning one of Lisa's hoodies I had borrowed". Surprisingly the plan went smoothly, Amanda didn't just take it and close the door, she had nervously invited me inside to hang out.
Admittedly, I had rarely ventured into Amanda's room when I stayed at their house, so I was not aware of how much of a sty it really was. Wrappers flung about, a bed that had clearly remained unmade for weeks, and clothes dropped on the floor around a laundry hamper. Watching her turn around as she heaved herself on top of her mattress. God, she was perfect to blow up with calories, "Just let me have her already." was the only thought jogging through my mind. It dominated my movements, I could tell what we both wanted. The way she gave a shy giggle as I looked around her habitat, the way she gave me an up and down undressing of my figure, while I secretly did the same to her recently stuffed from food body. I became overcome with my basic human urges and pounced on her. My lips smothered Amanda's grease-covered pair. My hands grasped up and down, every inch of fat on her form was squeezed. My only pause from this action was in order to grab some candy off of her nightstand and shove it into her mouth, causing me to give a dominant and glaringly sinful smirk.
