bed & breakfast by sickstar
since the last wg story i did was a bit of a success, i tried my hand at another (though in all fairness, i did start this one earlier lol). lots of weight gain, large girls getting stuck in chairs & cauldrons, large girls being used as projectiles, & even the threat of fairy tale-style vore, but frankly the latter really isn't my thing so i'll save you the hassle if that's what you're looking for. feel free to fanfic your own if you're that interested in seeing it. another warning though, if you haven't already been able to tell. this one's a long'un! but it's perfect for a morning or afternoon or evening off, enjoy!
It wasn't that Angela & Keely were sick of their boyfriends, really. They just needed a weekend away. Especially Angela. After that little thing that her & Dave had, a little time away would work them wonders. So they left the city after work on Thursday & drove for hours. After miles of winding mountain roads, Angela's little jeep finally made it to the crest. Off to the side, the first sight of the Morningstar Inn, an old victorian bed & breakfast tucked away in the wilderness.
"This place seems way out in the middle of nowhere." Angela said, blatantly.
"That is the idea, Angie!" Keely joked. Angela hated being called 'Angie' & she very well knew it. The two were quite opposite, though remarkably the best of friends. Keely was one of the more beautiful girls in town & guys flocked to her from left & right. She wasn't too tall, but she had a body that made guys crazy & shoulder length black hair that framed her gorgeous face & dark eyes beautifully. Too bad she was a total flake. That's where Angela came in. Though naturally blonde of a golden hue, she was far more down to Earth than Keely. Angela's crowd was a bit more the geek set. To them, she was like a goddess. She was short with a pretty average body but with a stunningly beautiful face. Her hair was pretty long & she threw it back in a high ponytail, leaving the immediate bundle of hair spike a bit before draping a quarter of the way down her back. Just because she couldn't stand Keely's driving habits, she volunteered. The whole idea was a getaway. Angela was simply looking to relax but according to Keely apparently, on the other side of these mountains was a brand new, totally huge outlet mall. So basically Keely's idea of a getaway entailed blowing hundreds of dollars on clothes. Angela didn't think her poor little jeep would be able to handle the load back home.
But who knows. This bed & breakfast Keely booked seemed nice. Maybe after a quiet night, after all that riding in the jeep, Keely might change her mind. Angela could only hope. She pulled up close to the front door & Keely hopped out.
"You know, it's pretty creepy yet ultimately very nice." Keely giggled.
"Creepy?" Angela sighed. "Hey I don't want to hear it. You're the one that booked it. I just wanted a weekend away, everything else was your deal."
"Oh quit reminding me."
Honestly, they were friends, but the kind of friends that wouldn't mind giving each other a lot of crap after being stuck in a car for hours on end.
"Can I be of some assistance?" A voice snuck up on them & made Angela freak. Behind her, out of nowhere was a guy roughly about her age. "My name's Frankie. I help out a bit around here." He was tall & wore freshly pressed grey pants with a button down black shirt. "Can I get your bags for you?"
"Um... Ok." Angela smiled, not used to the politeness. He grabbed all of the bags in one trip. He must have been some sort of he-man considering the amount of crap Keely brought along. She was very high maintainence. Angela on the other hand, only a bookbag. A heavy one, but just the one. They followed Frankie in through the front door. The inside was more of the same. Dark wood, Victorian, lots of intricately carved little details just about everywhere. Angela would love to own a place like this she thought in the back of her head. Keely looked around with wide eyes, probably still halfway creeped out. She leaned in to Angela to say something.
"That Frankie?" Keely giggled. "Not bad, huh?"
"Shh. You already have a boyfriend, remember?" Angela guffed.
"Oh quiet! I can have a little fun, can't I? Or are you going to be a total buzzkill all weekend long?" Keely said rolling her eyes.
"Hello Dearies!" The girls looked up to see a short, frail old woman behind a counter. Frankie continued up a set of stairs to the right. "My name is Greta & welcome to my inn."
"Thank you!" Angela said with a nod.
"Seems you're my only guests this weekend." Greta said looking through her book. She looked grandmotherly. Short, old, with grey hair pulled into a bun. She wore big thick glasses that made her eyes enormous. She had a shawl draped over her. The only thing that seemed uncharacteristic was how quick her movements were. She was very spry.
"Really?" snickered Keely evilly.
"Yup. You've got the place pretty much to yourselves. That is if you don't mind little old me & my cat." She joked. Keely signed in & Greta handed her a key. Keely, who generally couldn't be trusted with such things passed it along to Angela. Angela smirked when she forked it over.
"You're learning." Angela said smugly.
"Their bags are in 202. Is there anything else I could do, Miss Greta?" Frankie asked as he returned to the lobby.
"No, dear. Things are pretty well in hand. Enjoy the weekend off!" With that, Frankie nodded & backed out the door. Keely bit her lip with a frustrated scowl. Greta turned to the girls. "I may be old but there's no reason why I still can't keep this place going by myself."
"Good for you." Angela smiled. What the girls didn't see is Frankie's form disappear as he rounded the corner out the door, leaving only the form of a black cat.
"My." Greta said, shaking her head with dismay. It seemed stern & caught the girls a bit off guard. "How long has it been since you two have had a decent meal? You practically look about ready to waste away!" Angela didn't seem to think so but she certainly was no cook. It had be a long time since she had a good homecooked meal.
"Oh!" Keely said, Angela could tell by the tone of her voice that she was going to say something flighty. "How nice of you to notice." Yee-up, Angela thought.
"Here!" Greta ignored it, walking into the side room off to the side of the counter. She rummaged a little by the noise that they heard. "I just baked these! Fresh out the oven!" Suddenly a sweetly baked stench filled the air. Cookies. Huge ones. By the size of them, it looked like she could probably have only have fit 6 on a tray, but there was at least 3 dozen of them. And they smelled delicious. Keely let out an "ooh" & daintily reached for one. "No, dearie! Take the whole plate. They're for you girls! They can hold you over until I serve dinner tonight. That's at 8. Roast beef! But for now, enjoy these!"
"We couldn't possibly..." Angela tried to say.
"Nonsense! I insist!" Greta said sternly. "I only baked them because I knew you were coming."
"Well! If you insist." Keely smiled, happily taking the dish. "See you at dinner. C'mon Angela." Angela followed slowly as Keely started up the stairs. Greta watched with a smile. At the top of the first flight of stairs Angela leaned in to whisper.
"I know what's going to happen if you eat any of those. I know you. I know how you are." She whispered. "After like two of those you're going to bitch about your ass or your hips being too fat."
"No I'm not!" Keely laughed. "Not until Tuesday at least. We're on vacation, remember?" She broke off a piece of one. It took some work because the cookie was so moist & perfect looking. "I can relax! At least for now." Keely threw it in her mouth. She gave it one chew & then stopped where she was on the stairs. Angela continued up two before realizing Keely had stopped.
"What?!" Angela asked, expecting something like she forgot she left her toaster oven back home on or something ridiculous. But when she looked back she saw what was probably Keely's 'sex' face.
"This is the best thing I've ever eaten." She groaned. She seemed way too into the cookies.
"Gee. That's great." Angela said sarcastically. Keely was really starting to bother her now. "Can we get to our damn room already?" Slowly Keely followed, mashing another cookie into her mouth & starting to chew. "Oh, Angie," she said with her mouth full, "You gotta try one!"
All the doors going down the hallway were open & the white light from outside poured out.
"202." Angela smiled. She let Keely go first. Keely took her time, instead focusing most of her attention on the cookies she was devouring. "You need to try them!" she said, whistling cookie crumbs as she talked.
"You said that already." Angela sighed.
"No. First i said you got to, then I said you need to! There's a difference! Mmmmm!" Keely groaned
"Maybe a little later." Angela sneered, closing the door. She walked into the room & looked around. It was gorgeous.
The ceiling was high & vaulted, in the middle hung a small chandelier. The furniture was the same sort of dark wood mahogany as everything down stairs & it matched waist high moldings that wrapped around the whole bottom of the room. The twin beds had large ornate posts & had the most comfortable looking sheets on them. Keely noted that they were as comfortable as they looked by cooing a little as she pounced onto the bed nearest the door, cradling the dish of cookies. There was a large cabinet off to the side. Probably for hanging clothes. Frankie put their bags to the side of it, but Angela just brought casual stuff so she didn't have to worry about unpacking really. She was tired after the long drive & laying down seemed like quite the plan. She grabbed a very old looking remote control & turned on the ancient looking tv, jumping back into the other bed. Only 4 channels came in, & they were pretty fuzzy. She was expecting Keely to probably whine about that, but she was still way too into the cookies.
"Geez, Keely! How many of those things have you eaten?" She asked.
"Um..." Keely said swallowing the rest of one. "I lost track after the third one. Seven?"
"Seven?" Angela asked. She was shocked. Keely, who always concerned about the gaining the slightest bit of weight, had eaten seven of these monster cookies? "But they're huge!" Angela sighed. "Just remember that poor old woman is making us roast beef for dinner. Don't do something stupid like spoil your appetite."
"Yes mom!" giggled Keely eating another & winking at Angela to spite her. Angela rolled her eyes. "Before you start yelling at me, try one! You'll see what I mean." Just hoping she would quit going on about them, Angela agreed & reached for one. How good could they really be? Suddenly, picking it up in her hand, she could tell how moist & chewy it was by the way it felt. And they did smell incredible. And so huge. She brought it to her mouth & bit off a piece. "So?!" Keely asked. Looking back over at her friend.
"What?" asked Angela. The cookie was gone, the only trace of it being a smudge of chocolate chip left to the side of her cheek. "Sorry. One's just not enough to base a decision on. Pass me another."
"Nuh-uh." Keely laughed. "I was only willing to spare one."
"What?!" Angela guffed. "You suck!" She just reached over & grabbed another.
"Hey! Bitch!" Keely did sound pissed off but didn't seem like she was going to get into it. There was still more cookies to be had. Angela bit into this one too. She was right, they were fantastic! She had never before tasted something so seemingly perfect. The very instant it hit her tongue, shivers went up & down her spine, just like the first one. It caught her off guard & she didn't have time to savor it. She was doing her best to be as slow as she possibly could & enjoy it. She wasn't nearly as stringent as Keely was about eating healthy & keeping thin, but she didn't indulge very often, making this cookie all the sweeter. Tasting this good, they had to be uberfattening. And Keely was closing in on her first dozen all too quickly.
"Seriously though. You should really slow down, girl! You're really pounding them down.'
'Oh shut up!' Keely whined. 'I'm a big girl.'
'And that's just it.' Angela laughed, unwittingly reaching for another cookie herself. 'Keep this up & you're going to be an even bigger girl.'
'I wouldn't be talking.' Keely said, jutting her tongue out too. It dawned on Angela that she was still eating. Keely was right. Was this her third? She tried to put it down on the night stand, but she couldn't let go. She had to have more. And so slowly, she quit resisting & started to eat some more. Just this last one she conceded. They were so delicious though! And just like that, she was almost done. She licked her fingers clean & scanned the bed around her, double checking that there were no large crumbs she may have missed. She looked over at the plate. Keely could stuff herself silly, for all she cared. Angela was not having another! And that was final! Oh but they were so good! She could almost feel herself starting to go through withdrawl. She felt a cold sweat start to build. first on her forehead, then the rest of her. She grit her teeth & tried to restrain from reaching. No. No. Yes. Followed by a sigh of frustration. "See what I mean?" Keely chirped up.
"Oh quiet.' Angela muttered, grabbing one with a lot of chips in it free from under a couple others.
In turn, seeing that it was ok for Angela to indulge herself, Keely began two fisting the cookies, alternating bites off two at once. Both of the girls sat back & continued to scarf down these huge cookies for what seemed like half an hour.
The sun was low in the horizon when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Angela must have nodded off, not realizing it.
"Ugh." Keely said. It was looking like she was just finishing up the very last cookie. Her hand was resting on her middle. She licked off some melted chocolate on her fingers. "I don't feel much like getting up. Can you get that?" And with that she let out a little burp. Angela was in awe. She, herself must have had at least nine or so. Honestly she lost count. But Keely had downed the rest. She looked & noticed Keely's stomach bulging slightly. At some point Keely must have undid her belt. It was so unlike her. The knock sounded again. Angela fumbled to get to her feet. She had to burp a bit, but unlike Keely she suppressed it.
"Yes?" Angela asked with an 'urp'. It was Greta.
"Dears!" she said, shaking her head."I'm dreadfully sorry but I'm afraid that dinner won't be for a while yet." Then the feeble old woman pulled something from a cart she had wheeled up to their door. "So here are the rest of the cookies I was baking. To hold you over until then." Another full, even bigger plate of more cookies. It was almost a platter.
"More?" Angela asked wide eyed. She was horrified by the idea of eating 9. But even more?
"More?!" Keely gasped, almost happily. She hopped up right away & swiped the plate from Angela & started to munch on one. "Thanks!" She managed. "We were almost out!"
"And here's some milk!" She reaching from the cart again. She passed on another tray. This one with a pitcher of milk & two glasses.
"Th-Thank you!" Angela stumbled. She couldn't believe the generosity of this little old woman. It was almost too good to be true.
"Don't mention it, dearie." She smiled. "I'm just sorry that supper is so delayed this evening." And with that she wheeled the cart away, a wheel on it creaking as it rolled. Angela, holding the tray with the milk slowly backed in & backed into the door to close it.
"Ooh." Keely sounded. "Good! Milk!" She put down the plate of cookies. She must have already had two. "As moist & as perfect as these cookies are, I was kind of getting thirsty!" It took her two tries but she managed to sit up & get over to the tray. She grabbed the pitcher & a cup but left Angela holding the tray.
"You're welcome." Angela growled.
"This little old lady is such a good cook! And she's so sweet! I wish she was like my grandmother or something." She took a sip of milk. "Even the milk is fresh. A little thick though. Creamy!" She took another sip anyway. "I hope dinner is this good."
"You're still planning on having dinner? After all of those cookies you packed away already?"
"Quit trying to make me feel guilty already, will you?" Keely said snatching up another cookie & sinking her teeth into slowly.
"Fine." Angela said, backing off. "Just don't come whining to me tomorrow when your ass doesn't fit into your ultra small jeans!" Angela grabbed the pitcher & poured herself a glass of milk, purposely trying to ignore the plate of freshly baked cookies, despite having to contend with the overwhelming aroma that filled the room. She sat down & continued to watch TV, despite there being nothing on. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Keely repeatedly reaching for cookie after cookie. And if anything, she wasn't slowing down. She was only speeding up. It's her problem, she huffed to herself & took a sip of milk. It was fresh but very thick. Almost it was almost like drinking half & half. More like a vanilla milkshake than milk really. It coated her throat, but it hit the spot. The cookies had made her a little thirsty.
"On second thought, maybe it is a good thing Miss Greta isn't my grandmother." She looked over to see Keely loosening her jeans some more & struggling to peel them off. Her tummy was more pronounced now & was quickly starting to look like a potbelly. "I probably would be such a fatty!"
"See?" Angela said. "What did I say?"
"I wasn't whining though." Keely argued, cramming another cookie into her mouth & washing it down with the last of her milk. "Just... saying, is all." She patted her gut for a second. "Besides! These cookies are just good enough to spoil my figure over." Angela peered over. She couldn't believe she just said that. It was so unlike Keely. What was happening to her? Unwittingly, all this concern over Keely's new eating habits made Angela let her guard down & suddenly, she realized that she was just about to bite into another cookie herself. "See? They're so good, aren't they?"
"Yeah." Angela said biting into it, unable to resist. A few more bites & that one was gone, forcing her to reach for another. Then another. Soon, she was almost moving at the same rate Keely was.
Within minutes, this even larger tray of cookies was gone. Keely again had the majority but Angela certainly packed away her fair share as well. Keely had drifted off into a sugar crash kind of nap, crumbs all over her & her bed. Angela on the other hand was contending with a case of the hiccups while she tried to loosen her pants. She looked over to Keely who was starting to look kind of husky already. Which for her meant just more average looking, with little evidence of a potbelly starting to form & poke through. Just enough to make Keely freak out next time she looked in a mirror, which would be typical for her, if she wasn't acting so bizarre. She couldn't believe her own gluttony either. And the bizarre thing was while she may have felt very full, she didn't necessarily feel satisfied. It was like she was still hungry for more. She tried not to let it bother her, but it did on some subconscious level. Slowly but surely, she too nodded off to sleep again.
"Dearies? Dinner!" Angela heard echo clearly from outside the door. She slowly sat up, feeling well rested. As if she had slept for a week & a half. But according to the clock it had only been about forty-five minutes.
"Mmmm awesome!" Keely stretched awaking at the same time. "I bet this little ol' lady cooks even better than she bakes!" Just as Angela was about to remind her of the two massive trays of cookies they went through, she felt her tummy let out a very slight rumble. She noticed that it was now poking out just the littlest bit between her loosened jeans & t-shirt. How could she be so hungry again, still? After all that? She noted out of the corner of her eye that Keely was kicking on a pair of sweat pants. They had a draw string waist that she tied very gently. "Are you ready?" She asked, rearing to go.
"Gimme a second, I'll be right down." Angela said. With that, Keely skipped out the door & down towards the stairs. Angela walked up to the mirror in the side of the room. She gave her slightly squishier belly a bit of a jiggle. She sucked it in & struggled to button her pants. "This is so weird." When she finally managed to get them buttoned, she made her way downstairs.
"Mmmmm! It smells wonderful!" Keely said. "I really don't even know where to begin, you know?"
"Sorry, I just had to..." Angela started, but when she looked at the full, feast-like spread laid out, her jaw nearly hit the floor. It was a dinner fit for at least a dozen people. Yet it was just her, Keely, & this little old woman. Roast beef slow cooked & marniated to perfection, like half a cow was on the table, steam wafting off of it & filling the room with an unresistable aroma. Mashed Potatoes sitting next to a thick, brown gravy. Thick creamy looking tomato soup. Stewed carrots slathered in butter. The freshest, most perfect dinner rolls Angela had ever seen in her life. Her first compulsion was to just jump right in. But she gathered herself & took a seat, slowly folding a napkin & placing it into her lap.
"It's okay, Angie." Keely giggled, a pile of sliced roast beef stacked high on her plate, drenched with the gravy. "We saved you some."
"I... I was probably only going to have a salad." Angela muttered.
"Nonsense, dearie!" said Greta passing the plate of roast beef to her. She seemed to make sure she passed it directly under her nose, making it impossible for her not to take any. Angela tried not to make it seem like she snatched it out of Greta's hands. But that's exactly what she did. She let out a slight, timid giggle, but Greta didn't look the least bit concerned. She continued to sit there with her old, toothy grin. Angela looked at the beef sitting on the plate. It looked like some grocery store flyer brought to life. Perfect! And it smelled even better! She started to fork some onto her plate greedily. She tried to keep in mind that she already put away a couple dozen, gigantic cookies, but she was far too busy trying to keep from salivating. To keep herself busy, she continued to scoop on more & more.
"We... don't usually eat this much." Angela chimed in, realizing she had a stack on her plate rivaling Keely's now. "You're probably starting to think we're total pigs or something."
"Nonsense! Nonsense!" Greta laughed. "You're both growing young girls! You need to eat! Indulge! It's good for you! Please!"
"We will, thanks!" Keely moaned between scoops of potatoes, switching off between them & the meat every couple bites. She looked like she was trying to set a land speed record, just shoveling it into her dainty mouth. Angela almost wanted to scold her for it, seeing as it seemed rude. "Mmmmmm" Keely said, throwing her head back & shutting her eyes. Angela would have been humilated if she wasn't ready to do the exact same. She stared down the roast beef & tensed up her arm, trying to resist the urge to shove it into her mouth. Slowly, but oh so surely, she slowly brought it to her lips & dropped it right onto her tongue. She never imagined something that could taste as good as this Beef did. Ever!
"Yes, dearies." Greta started. "Back in my day, there were no supermodels. No Lowfat. Girls in my day would eat when they'd want & be all the happier for it. No matter how much that was." Easy for her to say, Angela thought. The frail old woman wasn't one hundred pounds soaking weight. That & on her plate, one slice of roast beef & extremely modest portions of the potatoes & carrots. She very delicately cut up the roast beef into tiny little squares.
"Nmmgh. It's harder for us though." Keely said, her mouth crammed full. "A lot of pressure these days." She said this, ironically trying to swallow everything. Angela noticed that as Keely chewed, her chin jiggled the slightest bit. The rest of her looking slightly wider, wider than even before she came downstairs.
"Yes. I suppose. So much pressure to look thin." Greta stabbed on of the tiny cut squares of beef & daintly brought it to her mouth. She chewed thoroughly & swallowed. "But you all don't have to be complete twigs, you know?"
"I think I'm starting to realize that now." Keely giggled, before filling her mouth with more food. Angela watched her reaction & that slight jiggle Keely was starting to get, getting slightly more noticable with each gulp.
"Mmmmmm. What do you think, Angela?" Angela was taken off guard. She was sitting listening, taking this all in. All the while taking in an even larger amount of food. With every delectable bite, it seemed as though it was getting harder & harder for her to resist.
"S'good. Great even." Angela struggled to get out between bites. She looked down at her own belly, wriggling out more & more between her pants & shirt with each bite she took.
"Glad you like it, dears!" Greta suddenly gasped. "Did you girls try the soup yet? You simply must. It's one of my specialties!"
"Ooh! I didn't see the soup. Where?" Keely clawed, dropping her fork. It was in front of Angela, but she was too busy eating to pass it. Instead Keely rudely hopped on the table & stretched to reach. "Tomato! My favorite!" She ladeled herself some into a bowl & sat back down. Angela, still scooping the roast beef into her mouth watched as Keely took a soup spoon to her lips. She gave it a very tentative slurp at first.
"How is it?" Angela asked, trying to seem less concerned about the food on her plate than she actually was. Greta looked interested too. Keely didn't respond verbally, but her actions spoke louder than words. Her eyes first went wild, then blinked in disbelief. Remaining silent, she dropped the spoon & instead, lifted the bowl up to her lips & began to drink it down greedily. "Guh... Keely!" Angela huffed at Keely's rudeness, not realizing how full her own mouth was. In a few seconds, she dropped the bowl with a bit of a slam & wiped her face with her wrist.
"Muh..... More!" Keely gasped. Angela blinked. Greta laughed.
"Well dig in! Enjoy it, dear!" the old woman cackled.
"What about me? Don't I get a taste?" Angela felt herself ask. She felt so left out. But why? She could tell that it wasn't normal for them to be eating so much, but it felt like she was on autopilot. She was being just as greedy! Just as gluttonous!
"That's ok! It just means roast beef for you, dear. Eat up!" Greta said, sliding some more onto her plate, letting some of the juice drip off with it. Her plate, which was almost cleared was now fully packed again, stacked with what looked like at least a pound of beef. She wanted to stop this woman. She wanted to scream. But when she opened her mouth, something else came out.
"Ooh Boy!" she said happily, preceding a content little burp. Ooh Boy? God! Why was she losing all control. This wasn't right.
All the while, on the other end of the table, Keely was attempting to be civil again. She was taking rapid spoonfuls of the soup, her hand & wrist making an almost water wheel motion to her mouth. She got a quarter of the way down until she found herself lifting the bowl again & just drinking it straight down. She certainly wasn't letting a drop go to waste. Two bowls down & all she could think about was her third.
"By all means," Greta snickered. "Keep eating, but please! Save room for dessert."
"Dessert?!" Angela & Keely both panicked. Greta giggled at their response & stuck a finger in the air, asking for one moment. While she was in the kitchen Keely moaned as she slurped down the soup. "So Gooood. So thick & creamy!"
"Can I try some?" Angela asked, almost feeling ashamed that she was losing control.
"You have your -ssssss- roast beef, let me have my -sssss- soup!" Keely said greedily, while slurping. Before Angela could say anything, she noticed something furry rubbing up against her leg. It was a black cat. She didn't notice it earlier. She gave its head a scratch, but went back to immediately shoveling more roast beef into her mouth. She chewed it for a few bites before swallowing it in a big gulp & preparing to stab more on her plate. It was like her body was on auto pilot & it wanted to keep the stream of food steady. All the while, she could actually feel the waistline of her jeans just getting tighter & tighter. But she knew it wasn't the jeans that were changing.
That's when Greta emerged from the kitchen, hoising up a giant plate of eclairs. But these weren't your typical eclairs. They were as big as hoagies, looking ready to burst with filling! Angela fearfully stared at them. She knew full well that resisting wouldn't be an option. She stabbed all the remaining roast beef onto one giant forkful & crammed it in her already full mouth, just to make room on her plate.
"Oooooh! Goodie!" Keely chimed as she dropped the empty soup bowl. "Eclairs are one of my favorites!"
"They're one of everyone's favorites, dear! Dig in!" She laid the plate in the center & let the girls scramble for them. Angela grabbed one but held it in her hand for a second as she contended with the wad of beef still in her mouth. She watched Keely assaulting hers though. The second she bit into it, the cream seemed to explode into her mouth. She saw Keely's eyes just light up & knew for sure they were just as good if not, impossibly better than everything else! Angela quickly swallowed her mouthful & went to bite into hers. As she was about to, when suddenly she noticed Greta. The old woman was staring at her intently, waiting for her to take a chomp out of the damn thing.
"Go ahead dear." she cooed. But it didn't make Angela feel any easier. More like the opposite. She bit into it anyway. The cream hit her tongue & sent shivers up & down her spine.
"Better.... than.... sex!" Angela groaned ecstatically.
"Oh, my!" Greta giggled. Keely laughed too. "Well then here's another for you after you finish that one." Greta plopped another one on Angela's plate.
"Thank you... so much!" Angela responded. But she wasn't thankful. The one was going to be her limit. Or she was going to try & make it her limit anyhow. Keely was already on her second though. She wasn't trying to savor the taste. She just wanted to eat!
"I should have you girls by more often. Usually my cooking isn't that big a hit."
"Are you serious?!" Keely said with her mouthful. "That's hard to believe. Everything has just been fantastic!"
"Mmmhmm." Angela nodded. And with that they continued devouring their dessert.
Shortly after, groans filled the dining room.
"Aaahnngh." Angela moaned, holding her rounded, packed full belly with both hands. It felt rock hard, like a drum, but not in the good way. If she wasn't moaning she was letting out any from a wide range of different burp type noises. She had never eaten this much before in her entire life. Almost to the point where she felt as though she was in a daze. The grand score with eclairs came to her 5 to Keely's 7, but given the size of these puppies, so big & full of that delicious cream, they probably would have equaled at least twice that if you were talking average sized eclairs.
"I feel like I'm just going to pop!" Keely groaned, in much the same boat as Angela. A part of Angela wanted to be mad at her for swiping one of her eclairs since there was a dozen on the plate. But Angela knew it was just ridiculous.
"Yeah!" Angela struggled to agree.
"No after-dinner mints?" Greta smirked, looking quite pleased with herself. She held out the tray between the two girls.
"No thanks." muttered Angela.
"Oh, but I insist dear!" She said just shoving one into Angela's mouth, despite Angela trying to protest. Seeing this, Keely obediently took the other & placed it on her tongue. "Besides, they'll help settle your tummies. You girls did eat well this evening. Very well."
Angela didn't need to be reminded. Her whole mouth tingled with minty coolness as the mint sat on her tongue. It sent a shiver through her it was so cold. Like the coldness they play up in commercials almost but good & soothing. for a half second, she forgot how crammed full she was.
"This mint is delicious too. All of your food is amazing, Ma'am." Keely strained.
"Oh-hooo." Cooed Greta, pinching Keely's puffy cheek. "Well I'm glad you like them so much, dearie." The fullness came back. Angela had never felt so stuffed in her life. Yet she still held out the slight pangs of hunger. This made it hard for her to decide whether to swallow the mint or not. Usually she was patient enough to let it dissolve but not tonight apparently. Gulp. She could feel it enter her stomach amidst everything else.
"We should... we should really help you clear off the table!" Angela huffed, thinking she had to start moving now in order to start working off some of these calories.
"Nonsense! I wouldn't hear of it! You're on vacation!" Greta said, scurrying off to the kitchen with a stack of plates already. After she went through the door, the only noises in the room were each girl belching.
"Can you even move?" Keely jokingly asked. In her daze, Angela was slow to respond.
"Probably not." she hiccuped. "But we should. Before she comes out with another course or something!"
"Definitely!" Keely said, preparing to try & stand. It took her a few tries but finally she managed to push herself up onto her feet. To do this, she had to inadvertantly stick out her belly. Angela couldn't help but stare at it. No longer the tight waiflike abs & not even the puffier little tummy after gorging on cookies. This was a gut! A big, round gut! She took a second to gain her balance & then quickly tried to pull her shirt down over it. It didn't cover it all the way, like it had before. "Here!" Keely said making her way in front of Angela's chair. Angela noticed that the drawstring around Keely's waist had come loose. But Keely was too busy eating to have undid it herself. "Angie?" She must have eaten so much that it did it on its own. "Angela?!" Keely called. Angela realized that she had a wide eyed stare going. She shook out of it & looked at Keely who was standing above her offering help up. Angela first wanted to dismiss her & do it on her own but it was hard. She could hardly bend from all that she'd eaten. Begrudgingly she reached for Keely's help. With a huff, Angela got to her feet.
"Thanks." She muttered, feeling her belly pressing against Keely's accidentally. For Angela, it wasn't such a pleasant feeling. Her belly was just as round. Keely on the other hand, was amused enough to let out a short little giggle.
"Gee. I wonder what the boys would think if they could see us like this." She said, patting her belly. It boggled Angela's mind that she could see what was happening to her but she was almost playful about it. It was so unlike her.
"I wonder what we'd think of us, if we were in our right minds." Angela said with a snarky huff. Keely shot her an odd look, puzzled. Angela leaned in, trying to keep Greta from hearing. But in her stuffed state, leaning wasn't such a hot idea. She stumbled closer to Keely & kept her voice down. "C'mon! You don't think this is more than a little odd. This little old woman stuffing us past the gills? And we never eat like this! Like total hogs! You're not a bit concerned?"
"She's a really good host. And the food is just so delicious." Keely said with a smirk. "You know, it's okay to indulge every now & again, Angie."
"Yeah!" Angela agreed. "It's fine to indulge but we're just packing it away like there's no tomorrow." Keely didn't seem to want to listen. "This food... it's like it's too... too good! It's more than a little weird..."
"It's not weird." Keely argued. "She's a poor, sweet, little old lady. She says people don't like her cooking, but think about it! She's got nothing to do up here but sit around & bake all day. That's it! She gets a lot of practice & it makes her an awesome cook! End of story! Now quit getting so worked up over nothing."
"Dearies?!" they heard echo from the kitchen. "Did I overhear something about my cooking? You know I can whip up something else if you girls are both still hungry!" As she said that, the two girls' eye responded. Keely's lit up, but instead, Angela's went wide with worry.
"No thanks! We've had a long day!" Angela said throwing her arm around Keely quickly. "It's straight to bed for us!"
"Oh. Alright! Well have a good night sleep!" Greta said pleasantly.
"Aww!" cooed Keely. "We could have at least seen what she had." Angela huffed as she carried her away, the two gorged girls lumbering towards the stairs.
From the kitchen, Greta could hear them heading upstairs to their room.
"Excellent. Straight off to bed, girls! You won't burn off any extra calories that way. Splendid." She said, leafing through the pages of thick, ancient book.
Angela was bothered by the fact that none of her other pants seemed to fit properly anymore. Too tired to deal with it, she just kicked off her jeans & decided to sleep in her panties.
The grogginess of eating such a big meal was one thing. But, being so full made it hard for Angela to fall asleep easily. That & constant cooing from an equally stuffed Keely on the other bed. She spent a good portion of the night breathing like a fish just pulled out of the water, trying her best to keep everything down. The only comfortable position she could find was on her side, feeling her overstuffed belly roll out in front of her. It felt so gross. Eventually the grogginess seemed to outweigh the discomfort & she drifted off.
"Ah! Angela, darling!" Greta said, welcoming her down into the dining room. "You were sleeping so peacefully, your friend Keely & I didn't want to disturb you. We figured we would let you sleep in a bit." Greta put her arm around Angela & walked her in toward the table. "Have a seat, while I get you your breakfast for you." Continuing her polite attitude, Angela did as she was told.
"O-okay." she said, taking the same seat she had last night. Keely wasn't there waiting like last time though. Suddenly her stomach was rumbling & she felt impossibly famished. That's when Greta came out sporting an almost cartoonishly large dinner tray. She carried it easily & placed it directly in front of Angela.
"Bon appetit!" She giggled, uncovering it. On the platter was a roast, garnished with all the fixings. But what made Angela almost scream was that the roast was Keely. She had been fattened to the size of a house! She had rolls of fat just covering the platter. She easily must have been around 500lbs or so! Greta must have gotten her arms & legs tied behind her with great difficulty, all that flab made it look almost impossible! There was an apple placed in her mouth like she was some sort of pig. Angela wanted to scream but the hunger was mounting & she didn't know what to do. That's when she realized it was just a dream & blinked her eyes open.
The sun had just came up & the initial light was brightening up the room. But neither that's or her dream was what woke Angela. It was the rattling of what sounded like plates & the smell of the bacon. She batted her eyelids only to see a feeble old form dropping the legs of a food tray & laying it on top of her.
"Mmmm!" She heard. "The bacon is out of this world, Miss Greta!" It was Keely. And as she said it, the smell of bacon hit Angela even stronger. Smoked to perfection & cooked beyond that, she instinctlvely sprung up in bed.
"Good. Eat up!" Greta cackled. She turned to Angela again & spoke more calmly to greet her into the new day. "Good morning, dearie. I fixed you a little breakfast." And with that she laid some plates onto the tray. Before Angela could respond, she blinked her eyes & looked around to see that this was no 'little' breakfast at all. Scrambled eggs, fluffy & a beautiful shade of yellow. Pancakes slathered in syrup. A full plate stacked with bacon & underneath that, sausage. There was a small basket of freshly baked muffins & to the side two pieces of thick toast slathered in butter. Angela wasn't even a breakfast person, but to her it looked amazing. She wanted to dig right in but at first stopped herself. But when she saw Greta watching her, she took a bite of bacon to appease her. It didn't just do that. It got Angela hooked & she began to tear through the bacon. Greta giggled.
"Mmmmm!" Keely said, her mouth full again. "So good!" Angela took one look at her. There was no other way to describe her. Keely was positively plump; well on her way to being like she was in Angela's dream. The weird thing was though, that in relation to all the food that Keely had downed since they'd got to the inn yesterday afternoon, she somehow still looked even bigger! Like at least ten or twenty pounds bigger! Was Greta lacing everything she cooked with lard & protein shakes? Angela wanted to say something, bring it to Keely's attention. But how? If she did listen, she'd get all bent out of shape & self-conscious. But judging how she was acting, she probably wouldn't even pay any attention to her. Angela's thought patterns were suddenly interrupted.
"Did you girls mention something about heading out & about today?" Greta asked.
"We were planning on it, yeah." Angela said, hoping that if they were able to get away for a while, maybe her & Keely would be able to come to their senses & figure out just what exactly was in fact going on. "Those outlets nearby! The shopping!" Angela never really cared about shopping that much, but if she seemed interested enough, maybe it could become a reality.
"But probably not now." Keely said frankly, coddling a muffin as she wolfed it down. Angela shot her a dirty look but Keely was more concerned with the muffin.
"Oh, well. All for the best I suppose. You see while you girls were sleeping last night, apparently a rather large storm blew through here & there are so many branches & trees out there in the road, they decided to shut it down for a while." Angela didn't like the sound of that. "Looks like you're trapped here with little old me all weekend." And she really didn't like the sound of that.
"Yay!" Keely said childishly. She threw her arms up for effect when she did it, making the newly formed fat on them to jiggle. Not that Angela was intentionally trying to watch for that, but it was pretty apparent. Greta giggled at the response & tugged Keely's cheek as she started to back her cart out of the room.
"You girls just give a holler if you need anything else!"
"Oh, we sure will." Keely said. "Buh-bye!" She waited for the door to close. "Ugh. God! She's so cute! She would be the bestest grandmom ever!"
"Keely!" Angela shouted. "The whole reason we came here was because you wanted to shop at those outlets!" Angela realized that the more she tried to convince Keely something was wrong, the less attention she paid & the more food she crammed into her own mouth. She was chewing on some sausage. She hated sausage. At least normally. But she damn sure wasn't spitting it out!
"I thought it was because you & Dave had that little tiff!" Keely said snidely out of nowhere, as she finished the muffin. She had the potential to be brutal sometimes. After that, despite trying to sound serious, Angela still wanted to slap her. "Yeah? So what if I did originally? I changed my mind. You're not that big a shopper. Why should you care? Besides, you heard her! It's not like we can go anywhere! The road's closed." she blew some steam off of her homefries.
Oh you believe that? The roads are really closed?" Angela laughed, trying to be snide.
"It's the country! That sort of thing happens out here!" Keely rationalized. Things fell silent until Keely chimed in trying to make the peace. "Listen, I just want to sit on my ass & veg out."
"All the while, eating four times your body weight." Angela jabbed.
"Will you shut up about that?" Keely said with a frustrated tone much more stern than usual. But she wasn't able to keep it going. After a short silence she piped in again."I did have a weird dream though." Keely said with her mouth packed tightly with breakfast. Angela's ears perked. "I woke up & went down for breakfast & Greta was there & I sat down, but then she took out a massive tray!"
"No way!" Angela said.
"Well that's not the weird part. You see..." Keely tried to continue.
"No, no no!" Angela stopped her. "I had the same thing, only on the plate it was you... but...big-bigge" she paused thinking how to say it more polite than that but Keely interceded.
"Dude! That is so weird!" Keely laughed. "Cause in mine it was you! And you were all like super fat & gross!" Instead, Angela muttered murderous things to herself. "God! That is so bizarre! Having the same weird dream like that?"
"Now do you believe me?" Angela asked, chomping into more bacon.
"About what?" Keely asked blankly. Angela was almost ready to strangle the life out of her.
"Something strange is going on around here!" Angela screamed.
"Oh please!" Keely laughed dismissively. When she saw Angela's intense expression, she mocked her. "Yeah, this little old lady is going out of her way to feed us all this wonderful food because she's just trying to fatten us both up like this is some sort of bad fairy tale!" That might have been pushing it Angela thought to herself, but then Keely chimed in again. "You know, if you were so concerned, you would think that maybe you'd put down that bacon. Or at least just slow down a bit."
"That's just it!" said Angela. "I don't know if we can. That's the whole point. I mean go ahead. You try!" Keely looked blankly at Angela. Then at her meal. Then at Angela. Then back at her meal again."
"I just don't want to." Keely assured "that's all!" She continued to eat, her new softer skin jiggling with her every movement. The whole thing about everything they had eaten & Keely looking even bigger than that just sat wrong with Angela. Suddenly she had a scary thought. She crammed the rest of the bacon strip into her mouth & picked the tray up off herself. "Where are you going?" Keely said.
"The mirror." Angela said. It took her a second to get to her feet. She hoped that was more of a matter of just having woken up though, not what she was afraid of.
"Oh my god!" Angela cried. She hardly recognized herself. She was just as chubby as Keely was. Her skin was rounder & softer & jiggled at the touch. Her waist rolled out into a wide paunch & her hips flared out a lot wider than they usually did. On the other hand, the size of her boobs was quite nice, though in her opinion, not much of a fair trade off. She spun for a profile view. She could see the first hemispheric cheek of her now larger ass but didn't want to see much more than that. And the scary part was that with only her panties on, she could see the skin of her thighs & they really were that huge. She hadn't eaten enough to have gotten this fat, had she? It was impossible! "I... I... Oh god..." she trailed off. 'It's like we must have eaten an extra twenty pounds of food in our sleep!"
"Oh come on!" Keely said. Angela knew her friend well enough for when she would tell a fake, sympathy white lie. And this was sure as hell one of those; one where she wasn't even looking, just saying it rather vacantly. "You're not fat. At least not that bad."
"It is that bad! Keely! And you're in the same boat! The same thing happened to you." Keely looked at her with an apprehensive look.
"Okay! Fine! You are fat!" Keely yelled suddenly. Angela couldn't tell if she was finally able to see the truth or if she was just trying to get back at her for calling her fat in the first place. But she didn't care.
"We did get fatter! Just overnight!" Angela said, poking & prodding herself back in the mirror. "It doesn't make any sense. That doesn't just happen!"
"And you're the one who's supposed to be the 'brains' here." Keely said rolling her eyes. "After all that eating yesterday? You don't think just a little of it would show today? Relax!"
"Well, sure! I would relax, if it was just a slight pooch or something, but not this much!" she said pinching her gut & pulling to see how far the flesh would stretch. "It's like 30 or 40 pounds!" She paused, thought about something & then turned back to face Keely. "And given how you usually are, you're taking this surprisingly well."
"Must I keep repeating myself? It's good food! We've been eating a lot of it! It's bound to show up. I moved on. I just don't get why you're getting so freaked about it! Get off it already! Let's just enjoy our vacation!" Angela was sick of trying to convince her even more than Keely was sick of hearing it. If she just wanted to sit there & let this happen to her, fine by Angela. But maybe Angela had been a little too concerned with her friend & not worried enough about herself. Once she had started eating, stopping didn't seem like an option till it was all gone. Sure, Angela talked big game, but was she really that much different? She found herself walking back to her tray of food, the flesh on her thighs, hips, & boobs all jiggling in concert as she stepped. She felt totally compelled to clean the tray, & deep down, harbored hopes that maybe Keely wouldn't be able to finish all of hers. Carefully, she lowered her larger back end down by the tray but tried not to disturb it. Once she was sitting, she immediately started eating at an almost breakneck pace.
It took a while, but the girls cleared the plates. Not used to eating first thing in the morning, let alone so much, Angela was left reeling. Her tummy ached something fierce. She laid back in bed, the empty tray off to the side of her, rubbing her now flabby belly delicately. As her hand spiraled against the new flesh, two things weighed heavily on her mind; the weight gain & pangs of hunger that made her wonder when Greta would come with the next meal.
"Are you still hungry?" Keely asked. She was licking clear the syrup from her plate of pancakes. "Cause frankly I'm starving. I wanna go ask Greta for some more, but I don't want to bug her if it's just me, you know?" She licked some more. "So are you still hungry?" She asked, paying no attention to the fact that her navel was peeking out underneath her t-shirt, as her belly pushed further & further out. "So are you still hungry?" She & Keely were roughly the same size now. But, seeing as Keely had been more of a waif than her before all this, Angela took consulation in the fact that at least she wasn't going to be the one gaining the most.
"Yeah..." strained Angela. "But I'm too full right now."
"But if you're hungry, you're hungry!" Keely said. Just then, a plate rattled from out in the hallway. The sound brightened Keely's day, but panicked Angela. "I agree." Greta said, backing the cart into the room. "If you're still hungry than you're body is just not satisfied. And you should never finish a meal unsatisfied." She pulled in between the two beds. "Would either of you girls care for some of the delicious oatmeal I made? After the meal you girls had last night, I didn't think that little breakfast this morning would hold you." The comment at first made Angela a little self-conscious.
"No... no thank you." Angela struggled. She was so full already, she couldn't even sit up in the bed.
"Yeah, sorry, Miss Greta, but oatmeal's kinda gross."
"Not this oatmeal." Greta laughed. "It's a special family recipe. I'm sure you'll love it just as much as everything else."
"Well ok," Keely said reluctantly. "If you say so, I'll trust you." Angela leered out of the corner of her eye as she handed Keely a bowl. Keely took a spoonful & slowly brought it to her lips.
"Well? How do you like it?" Greta asked. Keely didn't answer at first. Instead, she just continued to lap it up with the spoon.
"It's... spectacular!" managed Keely between spoonfuls. "Could use... a bit more... cinnamon." She squeaked. Greta laughed.
"Of course dear, of course." She immediately grated some fresh into the bowl as Keely continued to eat. Just then, Angela noticed something. Looking closely at Keely's belly, she witnessed what looked like it growing. It was ever so slight, but the fact that Keely could actually see it happening before her eyes freaked her out. Within a few seconds, Keely looked a couple pounds bigger. The oatmeal, Greta's special blend was uberfattening. Angela wanted to say something but she couldn't even sit up, let alone stop Keely as she got fatter by the second! Just then, Angela saw a spoon dangling in her face.
"What do you think, Angela, dear?" asked Greta, ramming a spoonful into Angela's resisting mouth. It hit her tongue. Just what Angela was afraid of. The oatmeal was spectacular! It didn't taste like oatmeal at all. It was more akin to melted vanilla ice cream, but still with a light, wheatlike aftertaste. This wasn't your typical oatmeal. Resistance was the first urge that hit her. She tried to think about how full she was; how absolutely, painfully stuffed she was. She looked at Keely, who started in on a second bowl, as her ever-further bulging belly started to push out so far it began to fold up into itself & start to cause rolls to form. "Well?" Greta demanded.
"Please!" Angela cried. "Gimme a bowl too!" It was of no use.
"Thatta girl!" Greta laughed, patting Angela's belly as she backed over to the cart. She ladeled some into a bowl, smothered it in cinnamon & handed it to Angela, who perched her neck up, trying to eat it without choking. She scooped up spoonful after spoonful. She thought it would be best if she didn't try to think about her waist or how fat the oatmeal would make her. It was terrible for her to think like that, she thought, but if she did, she'd probably break down & cry. She just wanted to go home.
"Miss Greta?" Keely asked as she finished up another bowl. The way she sort of chimed into say it almost sounded like a kindergartener, ready to tattle. "You're a great cook! So...mmmm... good, Angela thinks you're trying to make us fat or something." She did tattle! Angela's eyes widened as she stared at Keely angrily. Not knowing what to expect, Angela was caught off guard by the sound of Greta just giggling. It was a creepy, wicked giggle, but an unoffended, strangely, still pleasant sort of giggle.
"Oh-ho! Is that so?" She asked. She got closer to Angela, brushing Angela's wispy hair back with her frail, bony fingers. "Now dear, if I really wanted to fatten you up, would I really be feeding you something as nutritous as oatmeal? It's practically one of the healthiest things you could ever eat!" Angela listened to her but felt her own skin expanding as she ate. She was starting to become sick to her stomach. Partially out of fullness, but mostly out of letting this happen to herself. "My cooking isn't about fattening you up! Not one bit!" Greta said, trying to sound assuring. "I just want to make you happy!" Keely certainly looked happy. Again, Keely decided to bypass the spoon & was now conquering yet another bowl by simply just slurping it down. "Although, getting a bit... fleshier around the middle, might be a bit of a side effect, I'm afraid." As she said that, she poked Keely's belly. Keely looked down at it as she did. Angela was surprised. Watching Keely's expression, it was like something just clicked. Mind you, she didn't stop pouring the oatmeal down her throat, but Keely looked down at her belly, & gave it a few experimental pokes. Then she drove her finger in as much as she could & it got lost in the flesh. "... just a side effect?" she mouthed. Angela was never good with guestimating weight but to her Keely looked like she was closing in on two hundred pounds. Truthfully, she knew she was too. Greta noticed the girls' eating slowing & interjected.
"You have been eating quite well since you've arrived!" Greta said with a pleasant giggle. "You girls are starting too look mighty healthy, if I do say so myself. Far better than when you first came in!"
"Healthy?" Keely asked. She tugged at her t-shirt. Even pulling it down all the way couldn't cover her deepening navel anymore. "But nothing fits anymore..." She was looking more & more upset.
"Awww, dearie!" Greta comforted. "Don't you worry about a thing! I've got some clothes that should do just the trick. I'll be back in a jiffy!" And with that, the old woman made a quick escape, hauling the cart with her. Each girl finished up with their last bowl of oatmeal & the room fell quiet for a moment.
"Nothing fits anymore." mocked Angela. Keely didn't say anything at first but she did hear it. The wheels in her head started turning until she burst out.
"Oh god!" Keely shrieked with a whine. "You're right! You're so right!" She shoved more food into her mouth. "Why can't I stop eating?" She said, licking off her fingers. "Oh god! I don't even want to know how huge my ass is! Jesus! It's probably massive by now!" She turned to Angela. "Why though?" she asked. "And why can't you stop either? What's wrong with us? Why are we letting this happen to us? Why is she doing this to us?"
"Because like I said," laughed Greta rolling in another cart for them. "You're growing girls. You need your food." Keely & Angela got quiet as she entered. This time, the cart was full of delicious looking bake goods. Normally it would be way too early for them, but the sight made each girls' tummy rumble wantingly. Suddenly Greta threw something Keely's way, then Angela's. Big, white bed sheet looking things. "Night gowns for you dears. And some more of my wonderful cooking! I figure the cat's pretty much out of the bag now, so there's not need for me to be sneaking around & making up stories. Just eat up! Enjoy! I'll be back in a bit with some more!" She said mysteriously & walked out, closing the door behind her.
Keely & Angela just sat quietly. Neither one of them wanted to make the first move toward the cart. Instead, Angela inspected the night gown.
"My god!" She whimpered, the assertiveness she usually carried in her voice gone. "Look at how huge this thing is! How fat is she trying to make us?" Keely stared at hers quietly, relieved that it took her attention away from the food for a moment, but her worries echoing Angela's. Instead, Keely opted for obedience.
"We should probably just put them on anyway. They've gotta be a lot more comfortable than what we have on now." Keely rationalized. Angela didn't want to admit it, but she had a point. It took some work but she started to take off her t-shirt. It clung to newer, rounder shape tightly.
"Or we could just keep eating & burst out of them once we get fat enough. That would probably be less of a pain in the ass. Angela said, sarcastically trying to make Keely feel better. It really didn't work. Keely began to cry as she tugged off her untied but now tight sweatpants. Seeing that it actually was her flesh & not the bagginess of the pants made her bawl even louder.
"Why us?" she cried. Angela wanted to make her feel better but didn't know what to say. "And why am I still so goddamn hungry?!" Angela got a rash idea. As she struggled to pull her night gown on, she made it to her feet & tiptoed to the cart of baked goods. She wasn't really used to walking with this much fat weighing her down so she was careful about every step she made. But she was more concerned about tripping on the night gown, which was so long & flowing, it seemed to trail beneath her, even in her fatter state. Thinking, she was going to start eating, Keely watched her with concern. However, instead of grabbing something to eat, Angela opened the door. In a swift motion, despite her size, Angela grabbed the cart & whisked it out into the hallway, bouncing it off the door on the other side. Once it was out of the room, Angela grabbed it again & gave it a running push. The running was difficult because each step she took made her flesh bounce & jiggle uncomfortably. Keely sprung up, getting to her feet on the second effort & making it to the door just as the cart full of baked goods reached the top of the stairs.
"Angela!" Keely shouted just as she realized what she had done. With a crash, the cart started to topple end over end as it plummeted down the stairs, sending bake goods flying in every direction, & all over the walls & stairwell. Angela watched it evilly as it fell. "What did you do?" Keely asked. Angela giggled.
"Save us." Angela laughed, tickled by her rebellious outburst. Why didn't she just do it sooner was the only thing crossing her mind.
"What was that racket?" Greta bellowed, it wasn't pleasant as the usual tone, almost downright scary for the girls. She came to the bottom of the stairs. The girls couldn't see her but they could tell. "My my!" She said. The flowery pleasant tone came back all of a sudden. Keely gasped.
"That poor old woman! Now she's got that huge mess to..." Keely started, but Angela stopped her. Suddenly, a faint noise in the background could be heard. It was like the cart made going down but this time it was heading up the stairs. Angela's eyes went wild. It was the cart! And in reverse, as it tumbled back up the stairs, all of the baked goods went with it, going from mashed against a wall back to sitting temptingly on a plate! But how?
"Nice try, girls! But you know it's best for growing girls to eat up! Now eat that or no desert!" Greta cackled from down stairs. As it continued to move in reverse, the cart wheeled slowly back in front of Angela.
"But..." Keely muttered as she approached it. "This food is all desert." Her eyes scanned the cart, noticing that everything was once again, not only in tact, but even better looking than before. Angela couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. She was at a complete loss. Possible explanations scrolled in her head but none worked. Keely on the other hand, immediately picked up a giant brownie nestled on the edge of the cart & began to eat it.
"Keely!" Angela reprimanded, but Keely didn't seem to care, dragging the cart back with her into the room. She sported a cold, emotionless face.
"I just don't... I don't know any more..." Keely struggled to talk as her mouth was full of brownie. "I know it's bad for me. I know what it's doing to us..." she paused to chew some more. "But I just can't stop. I have to eat it! And I'm scared." Angela helped her get the cart through the doorway.
"Me too, hon. Me too."
Rabidly, the girls coninued to eat. And they continued to get fatter with each mouthful. Keely & Angela sat at the foot of their beds with the plates & crumbs littering the floor around them. Each time they looked at each other, the other looked a good five or ten pounds heavier. It was frightening, & made all the more frightening that they were doing it to themselves. There weren't any words to describe how full they felt but stopping was out of the question. Every so often, when one of their mouths wasn't crammed full, one would squeal & rub her belly trying to cope. As the supplies of this cartful started to dwindle, the girls moaned back in forth hoping Greta wouldn't be back with another, though secretly, they did wish on the contrary as well. And sure enough, Greta reappeared. She wheeled out the old empty cart first before coming back with another one, fully stacked with enough lunch items to feed an entire army. Keely & Angela could only moan, not resist & soon they started to dig in. Becoming less & less able to resist, Greta noticed them eating quicker, more ravenously. Angela was so disappointed with herself but the urge to just eat was so overwhelming.
"Good. Good." Greta cackled. She twirled on her heel. "The faster you eat, the quicker you'll gain. The quicker you gain, the more tender you'll be. Keep on packing it on, girls!" Tender?! Angela didn't like the sound of that. But she certainly didn't stop eating to question it, either. She did notice out of the corner of her eye giving Keely's arm a pinch. Growing so round & pillowy, she was able to pinch quite a bit, much to her amusement. Keely on the other hand, was more focused on putting away lunch. Angela let out a loud burp. At first, she was relieved. Burping meant she would have just that much more room. But she looked at the mess of plates & food crumbs scatted around her.
"Why are you doing this to us?" She whimpered aloud. It got Greta's attention. The old woman daintly spun on her heel again. "You... can't just keep us here & keep stuffing us like pigs!"
"Oh, dearie." giggled Greta. "I'm not keeping you here against your will. If you're really that bothered by me just trying to feed you, by all means, leave." Angela couldn't believe the response. She blinked for a second as it sunk it. Then, quickly, she scrambled to get to her feet. It took a lot more effort. She felt so heavy! And if the extra baggage wasn't enough to contend with, her crammed tummy made bending pretty much impossible. Slowly, but surely, Angela got to a standing position, but she was already out of breath. Greta looked surprised she was able to make it that far.
"Keely! We're going!" she said, taking a light step in her friend's direction. It was still slow & lumbering. There's no way anybody could pack on a hundred pounds in just a couple hours & pretend to be graceful about it. "Keely!" She called again. But Keely kept right on eating. Even Angela was surprised by the pace! Keely ate ferociously, a massive drumstick in one hand & another bowl of that tomato soup in her other. In seconds flat, both were clear! No meat on the bone, not a drop in the bowl! "Keely!" Angela said more sternly, grabbing her friend forcefully by the shoulder. "Let's go!"
"Mmmmmmmmmnnnnnngh." It was the whine of a discontent three year old. That was the noise Keely made. And as she did, she shrugged her shoulder, trying to shake free of Angela's grip. Angela scowled.
"C'mon! Let's get out of here while we still can!" But Angela's pleading did little good. Instead, Keely grabbed a slab of pork chops off a large platter.
"Angela! If your friend wants to stay..." Greta started in from behind. Her tone seemed tickled.
"I'm not leaving her here. Not with a psycho like you here fattening her up god knows how much!" Angela cried.
"Oh god!" Keely cooed, breaking up the tension. She sounded gleeful. "Angela! You've gotta try this!" With that, Keely's bulging arm lifted a fork with a bit of the porkchop still attached. Angela did everything she could to keep from biting into it. But it was no use.
"You're right." Angela reluctantly agreed. She took a few more chews. "Where can I get more of that?" And with that, Greta helped the once willful Angela back to her spot at the foot of her bed, shoveling off an even larger slab of pork chop than the one Keely got a hold of. Helplessly, Angela went back to eating again. She had lost all control. She had to keep eating. And she didn't know why.
As the day progressed into the afternoon, Greta kept reappearing with meal after meal. And the girls ate all of it. Every last bit. Later on, around four, Greta once again popped in, this time with two large, warm glasses of milk.
"My dears, you did so well today!" She smiled. Angela & Keely were fat, bloated mockeries of their former selves, two massive mounds of flesh at the foot of each bed, covered by ever shrinking night gowns. Round & bulging with rolls, they were practically pinned to the ground under their own mass. Angela gave Keely a passing stare. She must have been four hundred pounds, at least & knew she herself couldn't really be that much further behind. "So well indeed." said Greta, pinching Angela's puffier cheek. Angela would have contested somehow but she was too full to say a word. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she might throw up. She thought about that for a second. Not that it would have been a bad thing given how much she'd eaten. Just then the black cat strolled back in. Greta nodded to it. Then, another incredible thing happened. The cat slowly started to change shape with each footstep until suddenly, it was Frankie, the bell hop from when they arrived. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Keely's widened in panic, the idea that a boy would see her like this. "Girls, I trust you remember my helper, Frankie. He's here to help get you two situated in bed. See, dinner's going to take me a while & after the long day you girls had, I'm sure you'd love nothing more than a long nap to digest some of that delicious food. But before that, a little warm milk to help with your aching tummies." With that, Frankie helped the girls to their feet.
"No! I'm gross!" Keely shrieked as he did so. Once the two were standing, he handed them their milk. He stared them down, waiting for them to drink. Angela did first, hoping that if she drank it, she would be helped to bed. As much as the idea of falling back to sleep in this place frightened her, she figured it would help ease her stomach. She kind of expected to wake up another fifty pounds heavier. Keely tentatively drank too, but all the while staring at Frankie fearfully. Greta took the empty glasses. "Good! Good!" She said. And with that Frankie helped hoist Angela onto her bed. As she took the couple of steps, she noticed something scary. They actually had started to grow into their once gigantic night gowns; their wider, broader bodies pulling the gown just up off the floor. Angela then noticed the painful creak of the bed springs as her weight was lowered onto the mattress. She felt so sorry for it. The once, large comfortable bed now seemed to only just fit her wider frame. She delicately rolled herself over onto her side & watched Keely get helped onto her bed. The springs cried out just as loud. And with that Frankie stepped back. As he did so, he reverted back into a feline & slinked out the door. It gently shut behind the black cat as it left the room & the two fat girlfriends fell instantly to sleep.
Luckily this time there were no nightmares, but it seemed as though they had just fallen asleep when suddenly, they were seated at the dining room table.
"Weren't we just in bed?" Angela asked, her eyes blinking awake. She looked down at her pudgy hands & fingers. Her arms jiggled as they moved. She felt heavier. A lot heavier. But at least she wasn't full any more. As a matter of fact, her stomach was empty. She looked up across the table to see groggy Keely coming out of a stupor as well.
"Wha...?" she asked slowly. Keely looked even fatter than she had last time Angela saw her. Angela couldn't even put a number on how fat she could have been as far as pounds were concerned. At least 500 but probably 600 maybe even 700. She looked almost like a sumo wrestler. Her shoulders rolled out into a round slope that made her body take a wide egg shape. Her breasts seemed to hang on the flesh of a gigantic belly, which took up the majority of the chair she was sitting in. Her arms tapered down into dainty hands with fingers plumped like overstuffed sausages. Even her face was fatter, her cheeks puffy & taking up most of it. Several chins hung below her old one in a delicate fashion. The only thing that had looked the same were the eyes, squinting under a droopier brow & the dark hair.
"Not to hurt your feelings," Keely said carefully. "But it looks like you've gained more weight."
"Really?" Angela asked sarcastically. She adjusted her now soft, incredibly flesh boobs as she did. "I hadn't noticed." But then she did notice that over the course of one night, the chairs at the dining room seemed to have gotten wider. Not by a great deal, but enough for her to sit comfortably. Granted the size of her backside had grown considerably.
When Angela looked back up at the table, she was surprised to see that it was set & covered with food almost as if by magic.
"This is getting really weird." Said Keely, her mouth already crammed full with more of those porkchops from earlier.
"Dig in, Girls" Greta laughed from the Kitchen door. "Before it all gets cold!" Angela tried to restrain herself but like every other time, it never seemed to do any good. She dove right in & began to maul at the food. It required a bit more effort, her arms just that much heavier made her have to work for each bit. Keely was just holding things closer to her face. Angela wouldn't tried that if it didn't look so messy. She wanted to eat the food, not wear it.
Pork chops, then a helping of roast beef. More of the thick tomato soup, by Keely's request. Then a lobster bisque & shrimp cocktail! A rack of lamb then steaks?! And then desert! Greta brought out all sorts of pastries & cream puffs & even some strudel.
All the while, the girls watched each other getting fatter. Watched their friend's flesh push out further in every direction, tighten up the once super loose night gowns around them. Not being able to stop terrified Angela, but not as much as wondering how fat she'd be by the time all this was over. Her flab pushed into the chair rungs already & she couldn't see her legs anymore, just wiggle her toes to feel that they were still there. She used Keely as a barometer as to how fat she must have looked. And the outlook wasn't looking too good. Keely must've gain another hundred pounds just from dinner. Her fat billowed out further & she'd start looking like the super obese people you see on day time talk shows.
All the while, Greta kept bringing more food to the table. As she did, she had her comments. Angela tried to ignore them as best she could but her voice was getting shrill & piercing now.
"Does it taste as good as it looks on you?" She asked. Keely looked puzzled, noticing the question was directed to her. "You should really use a bib, dear." Greta said frankly. With that the old woman tucked one in under Keely's growing row of chins. "Keep on eating girls, you're doing swell!" She said, walking back toward the kitchen.
"We totally... unnngh... can't go on like this for much longer." Angela moaned trying some of the strudel. This afternoon felt like midday snack compared to supper. She noticed it did take a lot more to fill her up this time around, but she was still so full, it hurt.
"Yeah, I know. Forget what I said last night!" Keely groaned, using the time between courses to take a short breather. That & the fact that she'd eaten everything she was able to reach on her end of the table. "I'm just so ready to pop right now... -ulp-.... it's not even funny."
"Well that's just too bad." Greta laughed. "Because now you have this delicious cake to eat."
"Oh man..." Keely winced as she looked at the fluffy white cake, big enough to be the talk of a wedding. "This is so not good. I'm totally gonna burst!" With that, Greta just laughed & dumped a large wedge of cake onto a plate & shoved it right under Keely, who immediately attacked it. The bib was coming in handy as flecks of cake bits & frosting flew everywhere.
"Would you care for some, Angela dear?" Greta asked, but while she was already cutting a piece for her anyhow. She placed it in front of Angela who was straining to put down her silverware, as she swallowed the remainder of strudel in her mouth. This, she decided, was her last stand. "Angela, honey?" Greta asked.
"We could just... stop, you know." Angela said, trying to take control.
"Speak for yourself!" Keely managed as she mauled her piece of cake.
"What would... you do then? Huh?" Angela chided.
"The fact of the matter is, it remains to be seen that you can resist." Greta said, sternly. "Could you do that? Could you really pull that off" Greta asked coyly. "Do you really think you can? Oh, the willpower you must have to go & pull something like that of!" She toyed playfully. Angela knew she was right in assuming she couldn't, but she didn't have to have so much fun with it. Angela looked at the cake wantingly. It was so tempting. She knew already how good it was going to taste. But then she looked up at Keely, looking at the mounds of fat that had formed on the poor girl, & the mounds still growing. She watched Keely eating her slice uncontrollably, like a ravenous boar. But the cake even smelt so nice. Warm, fresh from out the oven. She looked down at it again. It was really no use. Resisting just made her want it all the more. And with that Angela dove into her cake. The sounds of the girls greedily eating filled the room, as Greta cackled, pleased with what was becoming of the girls.
"Why not just make us fat with magic?" Keely pondered aloud.
"Keely!" Angela gulped, not wanting her flaky friend to give the crazy witch lady any more bright ideas.
"You mean just wave my wand & instantly turn you into a real porker?" Greta snickered. Keely gave a timid little nod as she innocently licked the frosting off of one finger. "That's a very good question. You see, I suppose could do that. Very easily, I might add. But there's no taste. You'd lose all of that wonderful flavor you get from getting fat on your own! 'So you're suddenly fat. Boohoo.'" She mocked as she snacked on a brownie herself. The girls continued to eat like pigs at a trough. "But when you keep eating like this, you realize you have no one else to blame but yourself for getting so caught up in the delicious taste, yes?"
"Mmmm" Keely agreed. "Yes."
"And that makes you feel rotten, doesn't it."
"Y-yes." reluctantly agreed Angela.
"And that is where the flavor comes from!" she said evilly. Angela still didn't have this figured out. Tenderness? Flavor? She couldn't be seriously entertaining the idea of... Greta interrupted her thoughts. "Besides, where would be the fun in doing that? There's no sport in it for me & you girls wouldn't have had any of this wonderful food."
"Too... true." Angela tried not to agree, but did anyhow.
"Glad you're enjoying it as much as I am, dear." Greta giggled & pat her back. The impact made Angela's flesh jiggle, which only made Angela feel worse.
"But why feed us so much?" Keely struggled to ask between bites. "Make us this fat?!"
"...And can the 'growing girls' routine! What's this really about?" Angela managed to squeak out in a stern tone.
"You really wouldn't like to know." Greta laughed, shaking her head. She dabbed her finger into the cake frosting & took a lick.
"Tell us!" Angela demanded, before shoving a whole other slice of the cake into her mouth.
"Fine." Greta sighed. "I'm a witch & I'm going to eat you."
"Eat us?!" Keely panicked. "So you're fattening us up to... to..." Greta smiled dryly but Angela didn't budge one bit. This was just more fun she was having at their expense, she thought.
"I've got this recipe I've been just dying to try out. It calls for two young mortal girls, much like yourselves. I saw you girls were coming so I made all the preparations." Greta continued.
"You can't be serious!" Scoffed Angela.
"I'm quite serious dear, but let me finish." Greta said patting Angela on the back. "You see, the recipe calls for two girls, fattened up nicely, to what the recipe calls 'just before the point of bursting!'" With that, Angela & Keely both gave each other a fearful stare. "Then you take one of the girls, cook her up in this special concoction, while the other digests some more & then... feed the one to the other." Angela & Keely panicked simultaneously.
"Oh my god!"
"While eating the first girl, the second will get so incredibly fat, you'll have a succulent, delicious meal that easily feeds about 20. And it just so happens that my covenant is having a little get together coming up. Tomorrow night to be precise." She put on a huge toothy grin before exiting back into the kitchen. "So... eat up!"
Helpless to do anything but keep right on eating the girls tried to think this all through.
"You... you'd never mmmm.... eat me... would you, Angie?" Keely asked in a timid tone.
"Of course not! How could you even ask? Would you eat me?!" Angela yelled, trying once again to control herself & put down her fork. But putting down silverware did her no good when the other hand was just shoveling things straight into her mouth.
"Well No. I mean I'd like to say no, but..." Keely said.
"But?! But?! But what?!" Angela asked with a mouthful.
"But she makes everything taste so damn good!" Keely cried, picking up another slice of cake with her hand & jamming it straight into her mouth. "I'd feel terrible, but I don't know how I'd ever be able to stop myself." Tears rolled down her bulging cheeks. Angela hated to admit it, but Keely had a point. If Greta was telling the truth & if she really was a witch, willing to cook her or Keely up, what would keep them from eating the other? Greta & whatever mojo she was using in the kitchen did make everything taste utterly incredible. Angela figured she'd worry about that later. The cake was closer to Keely & Keely was beating her out & taking more. After a greedy squabble between the two, Angela won out & pulled it closer to herself, cramming two slices at once into her face.
Alarmingly, it seemed knowing what Greta was doing to them didn't make them stop, not one bit. As a matter of fact, they were eating just as much & getting fatter quicker. Angela noticed at one point, reaching for a brownie that the now even wider chairs had wedged itself around her widening hips. She was stuck in the chair! But not wanting to draw attention to it, she just kept on eating instead. Tears started to stream down Angela's cheeks. How could she let this happen to herself? Letting herself lose so much control, allowing herself to get so fat, that now, even in a special, wider chair, her ass still got stuck. How fat would she end up before... before being cooked?
"Oh god." Keely squealed. "I love this cake."
"I do too." whimpered Angela. "But we're getting too fat."
"I know." admitted Keely, cramming more cake into her mouth. Frosting was smeared all across her face from slice after slice being mushed in. "So fat..." Keely whimpered. She swallowed some cake before continuing. "If she did want to cook me, I... I don't know what I'd be able to do to stop her. It's getting really hard for me to... move."
"Me too, Keely." assured Angela. "Me too." It didn't stop her from grabbing the last slice of cake though. As she snacked on it, she looked down at herself & could only see her. Angela was skeptical to say she weighed a ton, but she sure as hell felt like it. Two large breasts the size of beanbag chairs on top of a round, fleshy belly, taut to the touch from all the food she'd consumed for dinner. She couldn't see her legs but imagined her thighs having the same diameter of a tree trunk, tappering down into fat little feet. Her ass & hips had grew into the chair & were now pouring out through the open parts of the back into round bulges. She lifted her arm up to examine it but it was so heavy, she could really only flop it in front of herself. When it landed, everything jiggled uncomfortably. God. So fat. She looked up at Keely who's arms were down at her sides as she leaned back in her chair, trying to cope with the fullness. Her arms were so fat they stuck out at an angle, almost straight out, as her belly prevented them from going all the way down.
"So.... full." Keely moaned. "But stil... hungry."
"Me... too." Angela groaned. With nothing but empty plates & crumbles left on the table, the girls adrenaline lowered & they were exhausted. Just being this fat took so much out of them.
"And how about some cookies?" Greta asked, darting back out with two trays of the delicious cookies that had gotten the two girls into this mess in the first place.
"Ungh." Keely moaned. She was helpless to stop herself though & as Greta dropped the tray in front of her. She immediately dove into them.
"Keely... don't." Angela warned, but when Greta placed the other tray in front of her, she was just as helpless.
"Good good. Eat!" Greta snickered. "The two of you girls need to grow as fast as I can possibly get you before I need to start cooking!"
"You psychopath!" Angela muttered between bites. "You won't get away with this."
"Aww, but Angela, Dearie. Look at how nice & plump your friend is becoming. She really seems to be enjoying it, right Keely?"
"More!" was all Keely could say, & with a straining gulp.
"Why, she's starting to look just about ready, don't you think?" Greta cackled. She cupped one of Keely's now numerous chins.
"Keely, stop!" Angela warned feebly, but she should have been trying to heed her own advice. Instead she shoveled another huge slab of cookie into her own mouth.
"So plump! So juicy!" Greta said, almost salivating. All the while, Keely was trying to pull her face away to bury it back into more food. "It's a shame I'm not even going to be the one that gets to sink my teeth into you." She looked at Angela who almost started to choke. Almost. This upset Keely too, but not how you'd imagine it would. She just didn't want to be taken away from the food.
"No!" she whined. "More!"
"Oh come now, dearie. Calm down. Start getting yourself so worked up & you'll start to make all that nice juicy meat turn tough & stringy." Greta laughed. "You relax. You'll still have plenty of time left to eat & fatten up even more while you're marinating for your friend here." She backed out of Keely's face & let her go back to eating ferociously. She seemed content in the fact that she was still allowed to do so. Angela, still cognicent, watched as Greta picked up another cookie & smooshed it in past another one she was already chewing, cramming her mouth beyond full. "And you eat up, dearie. Pick up the pace. Your little friend here is putting you to shame!" she laughed. Angela, almost ready to choke as it was, feebly tried to get a handle on everything in her mouth, & didn't so much chew as much as it was just mushing it into managable swallows. "With all of my friends coming I need you as big as I can get you!" Greta then danced back to where Keely was sitting, handing her the tray of cookies. With a plump, shaky hand, Keely took it. "Come along dear. It's time to start getting you ready." Suddenly, Keely started to lift off the ground. First Keely's eyes widened but when she started to lift & the cookie tray tilted she grabbed hold of it better & continued to shovel cookies into her mouth as she lifted up off the ground. Angela couldn't believe it. "Oh-ho!" laughed a tickled Greta. "Sorry about having such tiny chairs, m'dear!" with that she twirled her finger & with that the chair popped off of Keely's butt & landed back on the ground & pushed itself in. Without the chair to constrain it any more, Keely's backside billowed out to its true shape, massive. All the while Keely continued to eat cookie after cookie. "Remember," Greta said, patting Angela on the back. "Save some room! She looks like she could make one hell of a feast!" And with that she led the drifting Keely into the kitchen with her, leaving Angela all alone at the table with her cookies. She continued to eat, but tears streamed down her cheeks. she would have been bawling if she could get past eating. She looked around the room. There had to be something. Anything! She looked out through the hallway & saw the main desk. The phone!
"I... I gotta... call Dave!" she cried, ashamed she hadn't thought of that sooner. But walking the fifteen feet out to it was going to be the tricky part.
"I thought you said that magic wouldn't make us taste as good." Keely timidly reminded Greta, as the old woman dabbed some powder on Keely's tongue. She was down to her last couple cookies but was now sitting in a pot.
"Yes it wouldn't. But this powder won't fatten you. It's seasoning for your friend. It's going to make you so utterly fattening, she'll gain five pounds with each bite!!"
"Oh." Keely simply responded, dropping a cookie into the pot. It made a ding on the way down. Just then Greta began to pull off the night gown. "Hey!"
"Oh come now dear, I sure enough can't boil you with your clothes on." Greta laughed, enjoying the struggle. Not that Keely could do much, other than jiggle a bit in place. She pulled the gown clear, making Keely drop the other couple cookies into the pot as well. She started to wail like a baby. Mostly over the cookies, but the sight of her monstrously fat naked body didn't help lift her spirts any either.
"Cheer up, dearie." Greta said, handing her a brownie off the counter instead. "It'll all be over soon." As Keely snacked happily, Greta poured different potions & elixirs into the cauldron. They swirled around Keely's soft flesh & kept changing colors. Keely was still hellbent on eating though.
"Another..." She cooed demandingly. Greta, with her hands full of little old elixir bottles nodded. She let go of one of the bottles but it stayed in the air, pouring its contents into the cauldron as she handed Keely another brownie.
"You're such a good girl, dear. Eating like you're supposed to. Even after I told you what I was doing, you're just happy to keep right on eating."
"It's the only thing... mmmm... keeping me happy." she swallowed her mouthful. "If I stopped, I'd be a mess."
"Well then keep it up!" Greta laughed & rested the plate of brownies on the crest of Keely's bulging belly.
Angela had made several attempts to stand up. If the weight wasn't enough to contend with, the chair stuck to her ass didn't help matters. She had a new strategy. With the chair firmly wedged around her flab, she hopped in place. Or at least she tried to. The chair dragged across the floor. It wasn't much but it was something. Thinking she might not be able to handle the whole trip without something in her mouth, she grabbed some cookies off the plate & continued to try & scooch toward the phone. Little by little she started getting closer. By the sixth time, she felt beads of sweat forming on her soft supple skin. In this condition, any movement took a lot out of her. She tried breathing like she learned in that pilates class she took so long ago & tried to keep going. As she continued to inch, the thought of how many pilates it would take just to get back in walking shape boggled her mind. But she wasn't hindered. She kept moving. Dave was her & Keely's only hope. She just hoped he left his cellphone on. She wanted to stop, to catch her breath, but she knew she couldn't & pressed further. She bit her puffier lower lip & continued to scooch closer.
All the while, Keely kept scooping brownies into her mouth.
"How... how fat can a person even get...?" she asked with her mouth full.
"When magic is involved, the sky really is the limit." Greta said, trying to read. But she kindly decided to look up at Keely while she was speaking. "Why one time, one of the other girls in my covenant cooked this girl about your age. My, my. She must have been about four tons! We had left overs for weeks.
"How... much is in a ton?" Keely gulped.
"Let's see. 2,000 per ton, 2 times 4..."
"8,000lbs?!" Keely almost choked.
"Well after she snacks on you, you're friend out there might be closer to 10,000. At least that's what I'm hoping.
The phone was finally in Angela's grasp. Beads of sweat were pouring down her face & she had just finished up her last cookie. But that was the problem. She needed another! It was like she was addicted. Even after all of the effort it took to get as far as she was, she toyed with the notion of going back for more. No! Not yet any how! She had to call Dave! Quick! She reached with her pudgy arm. It alone felt like a couple hundred pounds. Her plump little fingers were just brushing it. She need to scoot just one more bit. After as far as she'd gotten, she didn't know if she had it in her. With a deep breath, she gave it a shot. Her fat finger bumped cordless phone in its charger, making it rock back & forth. She gasped. Back & it'd fall behind the desk, impossible for her to even consider fitting behind, let alone grabbing something off the floor. But as it rocked back forward, her hand clasped shut around it. Yes!
"Dave..." she wheezed.
She kept trying to dial him up but her fingers were just too plump to hit just one of the little numbers at a time. Finally, she was able to get it just right. She let out a relieved sigh.
"Hello?" Dave answered. Never had his voice sounded so reassuring.
"Dave..." panted Angela. "Hotel... witch... fattening... big... help! Help! Quick!"
"Whoa whoa whoa... what?" He asked. "Angela? Is that you?"
"Dave... help!" Angela gasped. "We're... at the hotel..."
"Is everything ok? You sound a bit strange..." he noted. Angela didn't really notice a change in her voice, though it was odd talking between puffier cheeks & lips. "What's going on?!"
"Just... just come.... help!" just then the connection went click.
"So." Greta laughed. Angela gasped & dropped the phone. Suddenly, the little old lady was back & she looked amused. "You think that your boyfriend is going to be able to save you? Hell, do you think he'll even recognize you?
"Dave... loves me." she gasped. "And he'll save us!"
"Right....." laughed Greta. She winked & suddenly a flash of lighting hit outside. "You know, that road can be a wee bit treacherous when there's a storm a-blowin'."
"No...." Angela strained. Greta twirled a finger in mid air & then waved it at Angela. Angela suddenly felt her chair start to move. It spun around to face the dining room & then rocketed back towards her seat at the table. When it reached it, it stopped. She would've gotten whiplash if her neck fat didn't get in the way. While she was away, the table had been cleared & then restocked with everything from cookies, to the foot long eclairs, to brownies to cake. Even some of the oatmeal!
"Now you sit there & clear that table!" Greta said catching up behind her & giving her a pat on the back.
"You... can't be serious." Angela wheezed. " I can't eat all this by mysel..."
"Eat!" Greta said sternly. Timidly Angela went & obediently picked up a cookie & took some nibbles out of it. She was hungry enough to bite into them more, but she fought off the urge. At least in front of Greta. Greta sauntered around to the other side of the table. As she did so, Angela got brave.
"You can do whatever you want but I'll never eat my best friend! Not ever!" she said, with cookie bits spraying.
"Touching!" Greta laughed. "But I never expected for you to eat her willingly. No matter how delicious I made her. Where would the fun be in that?" She laughed & pulled the cover off a platter. It revealed about a dozen or so pies, stacked four high. She then circled back to Angela. "No. My plan was to just keep stuffing you until she's ready. By the time she's done, you'll be so fat, so helpless, I could feed her to you myself & you wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop me. Sure. It'd take forever. She's a healthy eater after all. In fact, she's in there right now polishing off a plate of brownies. But all that while you'll be going through all that shame & anguish, knowing you were helpless to do anything about it? And you'll be growing so fat. so succulent, so wonderfully delicious." She ran a finger down the crack of one of Angela's new rolls, sopping up the sweat that formed & brought the finger to her lips. "You already taste magnificent."
"My... boyfriend will..." Angela started. She was so close to defeat, but still steadfast.
"Will what exactly? Even if he does make it here, the recipe doesn't say I can't cook him up for you too. Oh you'd be that much fatter & that much more distraught. Oh how tasty you'll be! The girls in my covenant will be raving about you for months to come!" She started to walk away. "That is, unless you happen to burst while eating all of that." Angela hadn't thought about that. Oh god. What a way to go. She couldn't be serious about it. Could she? With that Greta went back to keep seasoning Keely, leaving Angela to contend with the table full of sweets. She went from timid nibbles to greedy shoveling the instant Greta left the room. Outside the winds blew & the rain came down in sheets. Angela remained hopeful, despite being full with everything else.
Meanwhile, Dave just left the city limits. He saw the dark clouds in front of him start to gather.
"Crap." He said. He had a crappy little car, with shit tires. Not like Angela's jeep. Be she sounded so distraught on the phone. And Fattening? Big? What the hell was she trying to say? He just slammed on the gas, hoping to cover as much ground as possible before he'd have to slow down for the slick roads.
A clock in the corner of the room rang & signalled it was half past the hour. Angela had already cleared the table. Words couldn't begin to describe the fullness she felt. She could no longer even feel the chair's armrests anymore as they were absorbed almost entirely by her growing belly as it spilled out the sides. She didn't know how fat she was. She really didn't want to know. But even just lifting her arm was getting so straining. With the food gone she sat & stared at the rolling expanses that her body had become. Just yesterday she'd come here fine. Her normal self. Now, she was all this. She really didn't want to admit it but magic could've been the only explanation. She burped, feeling slightly better afterwards. But the burp was what Greta had been waiting on.
"Done so soon? My My." Greta smiled. Arriving with another platter.
"no.......... more!" Angela tried to wince. She tried to wave off the plate before she even saw what it was, but her arm only flopped in place.
"Awww. It looks like moving's becoming quite the choir for you. You're friend's doing just as well in the kitchen as she soaks up all those yummy, superfattening mixin's. Mmm Mmm." Angela just blinked & watched helplessly as she laid out the tray with a dozen more pies on it.
"So which of my pies did you like the best before? We'll start with that one." She asked, pulling up a seat. Angela followed with her eyes but didn't respond. Even though the answer was all of them. "You look like a boston creme girl to me. Mmmmmmm. Yum Yum!" Greta laughed. She was enjoying this way too much. Angela's fullness was starting to clash for urge to eat more. She didn't have that much willpower but she kept her mouth closed as Greta took the first scoop. "I'll even do the feeding so you can rest those dainty little hands of yours. Just let me do all the work." And with that, she jammed the scoop of pie into Angela's mouth. Her stomach gurgled loudly. Loud enough for Greta too here & take delight in her fullness. "Oooooh" she laughed. "sounds like a certain someone's running out of room. Angela kept the scoop in her mouth for a bit. So full from everything else, just tasting it on her tongue almost made her want to throw up everything. But then Greta shoved in another, & when a bit dribbled down Angela's new, bigger, poutier lip, she caught it with the spoon & still managed to shove it in. "Can't let any go to waste. Can we?"
"Just....... you.......just you....wait" Angela struggled.
"For when I serve you at my dinner party?" Greta asked. "Frankly I can't!" She shoved in more pie. Angela's stomach protested loudly. She rocked in place slightly, trying to shake off the discomfort.
"My!" Greta commented. "You are full, aren't you?" Angela wanted to nod, but she was so crammed to the brim, it was more like a twitch than a nod. Suddenly Greta laid a hand on Angela's belly. First Angela freaked, the touching unbearable. But then Greta's hand started to glow. She could actually feel the food digesting bit by bit inside her. "Let's just open up a little bit more room for pie shall we?" It was digesting! And as it did, it metabolized into fat. And technically it wasn't an exception to her 'magic fat rule.' All she did was speed up the process. Angela felt her body consuming the chair as it creaked under her tremendous weight.
"You... You could have done that all along?" Angela asked ready to snap.
"Of course! I'm a witch, I can do anything I damn well please." Greta laughed. After being so full so many times the past two days, Angela wanted to snap this old woman in two. "But I need to go check on your friend. But don't you worry one bit. Just sit back & just let the pie feed itself to you!" She snapped her fingers & the rest of the pie lifted. Frightened Angela tried to back her head away from it but it was no use. She would have tried to swat at th floating pie but her arms were just to damn heavy. But now that she wasn't as full, her hunger started to overwhelm her again & on the second pass, she bit a chunk of the pie out of air. Then another & another.
When one pie finished, another lifted & flew in front of her. Crumbs & bits were going everywhere, but she didn't mind. She was starting to get really numb about everything actually as she sat there & ate & listened to the raging storm outside. She doubt Dave's car would be able to make some of the hills with way it was coming down. She just hoped he'd pull over & wait it out, even if by then it was too late. That's when the numbness really started to set in. Maybe it was useless to resist. Maybe Keely had the right idea all along. We're done for but screw it, go with the flow & enjoy it while you can. She continued to eat & continued to feel the pies fill her up. She was so impossibly fat already. How much bigger would she get? Should she even worry about getting that big if she was just hours away from being the main course at a witch's banquet? It wasn't like she'd ever have to buy a bikini again. She bit into a new pie & saviored the taste. Blueberry. Mmmm. She kept eating, it made her feel better. The taste hitting her tongue & surging down her throat bite after bite. Maybe she was just a pig being fattened up for the slaughter, didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it a little.
Soon the pies were gone too. She licked clean as much of her face as she could manage. She sat there taking short breaths. Outside, in the distance, a tree blew down. If this woman could do that, what chance did Dave really have of stopping her? She should have thought it through better before putting his life on the line too. Oh god, & what if he saw her like this. A big, fat whale. He'd probably be mortified of her. Of the fat beast she'd become. God. She really did hope that he was smart enough to pull over & maybe she'd keep getting fatter & more incoherent like Keely & just not so mind so much when it came time for her to be cooked. Just then, she heard tires screeching outside. Crappy tires. Dave!
Despite all of her thoughts, her spirits instantly lifted. She even tried to get to her feet, even though that was pretty much impossible.
"Angela?!" she heard him call as he was getting to the front door. His voice was so relieving to hear.
"Dave?" She bellowed, "In Here!" The door opened. "But don't... don't look at me." He followed the voice but only saw an incredibly large woman sitting at a table, facing away from him. She did have Angela's hair though. He approached cautiously.
"Angela? Is that... you?"
"I said! Don't look!" The voice coming from the large woman, with the flesh overtaking the chair. Instead, he tried his damnedst to pull the chair out. It took a lot of effort & he was only able to manage moving it a bit, but they were looking face to face. "It is... It's me." If you took away all the extra skin & bulges, Dave could make out the face.
"An...An...Angela?!" he asked puzzled. Tears streamed down Angela's face as she only tried to imagine what he must have been thinking. "Oh man! What happened to you? You're so... so..."
"Go ahead." Greta snarled popping out from the kitchen. "Say it. Fat! She's gotten so fat. Ew, & gross?" She gave Angela a prod, her bony old finger displacing flab bulging monstrously against the now tight night gown.
"Who the hell are you?" He yelled angrily. "Did you do this to her?"
"My, such a long trip. And with all that nasty weather out there." Greta stepped toward him. "You must be famished. Care for a brownie?" She seemingly pulled it out of mid air.
"Don't... Don't eat it, Dave!" Angela warned. "You won't be able to stop! You'll end up like this! Like me!"
"Quiet you!" Greta growled & the brownie flew across the room & lodged itself in Angela's mouth. Dave gave another shocked look as Greta offered him another.
"Mmmmphhff!" Angela struggled, chewing on the brownie.
"Listen, back off, Lady." He said assertively. "I'm here for my girlfriend." Greta stepped back & a scowl hit her face.
"She's mine now! Every last ton of her! Even if I would give her up, how do you expect to get that out the front door?" She motioned back to Angela, who had just finished the brownie.
"Dave! Behind you!" She warned. Dave turned around to see Frankie in his human form stepping out of a shadow. As he got closer his shape changed. Not into a cat. Well, not a house cat. This time, he was a panther, crouching, ready to pounce.
"Shit..." Dave said, backing towards Angela. Greta just cackled.
"I'm so sorry to get you into this mess. It's so... so... fucked up." Angela cried. She began to ramble but Dave was paying more attention to the panther that was ready to strike. "I just didn't know what else to do. She kept feeding us & feeding us & we started getting bigger & bigger! And she wanted to get Keely really fat then feed her to make me even fatter & I was getting so fat already I couldn't move so much & it was just... just...."
"It's cool, honey. Everything's going to be fine." Dave said carefully. "Just let me take care of the wild animal first, yeah?"
"Oh. Ok. Thank you! Thank you!" she cried. "You're the best boyfriend ever. My hero..."
"Oh, just shut up already, you pudgy slob!" And with that, Greta snapped her fingers & the chair Angela had grown into shifted a bit.
"David!" Angela screamed but with that, her chair flew backwards toward the kitchen door. She tried to scream but she didn't have enough breath regained to do so. As she flew, her flesh rippled. The bulges of her girth got crammed in the doorframe with a loud whudge. Her eyes widened in both panic & discomfort. But with a little added force, Greta pushed her through. Angela continued to fly backwards & the door slammed shut. Left panting, Angela tried to regain her breath. She looked up to see Keely sitting in her cauldron, naked but up to her neck in a pool of thick black liquid. Her face looked puffier, even fatter than she had been, but it was hard to see by how much considering how thick & dark the stew was. Angela was just thankful she hadn't been cooked yet.
"Mmmmm." She nodded. "Angie! You've gotta come try this juice! It looks nasty but it's delish!" And with that she bobbed her chins beneath again & took a big gulp of it.
"I... I..." Angela tried. "I would." She admitted. "But I'm so fat, I can hardly move!"
"Awwww...." Cooed Keely sympathetically. But that changed to glee in a second. "More for me then." She continued to drink it & talk at the same time, despite what sounded like a war going on outside in the dining room. "I had a plan -gulp- that if I drank it all before she came back, she... hulp... wouldn't be able to cook me."
"That... that's ingenious, Keely. That really is" The thought of how gross drinking the juice her friend was sitting in dawned on her & suddenly she was more interested again in trying to hear how Dave was faring. Every so often she'd hear a growl & hear a tail whip at the door, but she couldn't tell what was going on. Some furniture smashed, some glass shattered. Greta screaming 'Kill!' Then Dave going 'hiee-ya!' And the sound of wood breaking. Then Greta came in & slammed the door shut behind her.
"What good is a panther if you can stop it with a freaking chair?!" She growled. She looked out of breath. Like continually using her powers, whipping up food for them all day & now trying to fend off Dave was exhausting her.
"Let me in!" Dave yelled, kicking at the door. Greta bolted it & went to check on Keely, who had started lapping up the juice faster, now that Greta was back.
"Don't drink it all dear! Not like that. You'll get a tummyache." She scolded. Keely slowed down, but didn't stop. All the while, Dave continued to pound at the door. Greta wanted to focus on fixing her feast, but knew it wouldn't be long before he got through the door.
"I told you my... boyfriend would... save us..." smiled Angela. She still couldn't regain her breath. All the excitement. All the flab. But seeing Angela sitting there gave Greta a devious idea.
"Well wouldn't it be a shame if you're the very thing that stopped him for me, wouldn't it?" Greta snickered. Angela didn't like the sound of that.
Finally Dave busted through the door. But what he saw shocked the hell out of him. Not only was Keely just as monstrously fat & sitting in a cauldron, Angela, despite her size, was floating in the air, kept there by a glowing finger held up by the little old woman. She had a slight spiral going, shifting as she hovered in place, the chair still holding tight underneath all the fat. Her night gown clung to her so tightly, it didn't spill from the force of gravity the instant she was upside down. On one of the rotations, she could see Greta losing her breath. The sheer weight Angela was bearing down on her was exhausting her.
"Angela?!" Dave asked. Greta fired a 'warning shot', sending Angela at him slowly. She squealed helplessly as she swooped toward him. Dave bobbed as his & Angela's faces almost met. It freed the chair as it crashed against the wall next to him. Unhindered, Angela's mass billowed out to its truer, wider shape. Her flab rocked & jiggled as she flew through the air back over Greta.
"You think I'm playing, boy?" Greta laughed.
"Dave! I can't move! I can't do anything!" She wheezed. Any loose flesh tended to be controlled by gravity while the vast majority of her seemed to hang in mid air. "Oh god! She's going to fling me at you harder!! Run! I don't want to crush you!" Greta laughed.
"Do you know how much your fat as a house girlfriend's going to squish you, pissant?!" Greta growled. Angela, stung by the fat remark, could feel Greta starting to wind her up for a devastating throw. Probably through the wall! She shut her eyes. Then, just as Greta was about to throw all of Angela at Dave like some sort of fat cannonball, a splash of dark liquid hit her face & distracted her.
"Leave Angela... gulp.... alone!" Keely splashed again. It wasn't much of a splash either, but it was enough to distract Greta. She lost her concentration & suddenly, Angela began to drop. All of Angela.
"AAIIEEE!" The poor girl cried as all of her weight landed on top of Greta, pinning the old woman to the floor. At first, Angela felt like she was going to go through it. She was surprised when it didn't!
"Gah! You fat cow!" She yelped. "Get off!" Something with her magic had to be keeping her alive. All of Angela's weight on a normal little old woman would have been lights out. "GET OFF!"
"Gee. Wish I could. But you fattened me up to where 'I won't be able to do anything.' Remember? Anything other than squeeze the life out of you." Angela huffed snidely. She had so much butt, she honestly couldn't really feel Greta all that well underneath it, but she knew she had her.
"Yeah! Squish her, Angie!" Keely yelled while sipping."Squish her real good!" Dave grinned, panting & beat up after fighting a panther, relieved to see that Angela now had everything in control. Even if it was involuntarily.
"This isn't over!" Greta squabbled.
"Shall I sing for you? It's done." Angela huffed as everyone looked at her. "Get it... Fat lady... sing...?" Somewhere in the room, a cricket chirped louder than anything else. "I thought it was funny. You guys suck."
"You've lost, you stupid mean old bitch..." growled Keely. But then suddenly her voice got pleasant again. "Now can't you make us thin again?! Please?!" she pleaded, still lapping up the juice she was sitting in.
"Now why on earth would I ever go & do a thing like that, you fat greedy swine?" Keely's face scrunched up to whimper but the next sip of the stew made it all better.
"Cause!" Angela growled, summoning up all the momentum she could to bounce a bit to shift her weight onto Greta harder. It made the old woman squeak & wheeze.
"Is that the best you've got, you bloated whale?!" She yelled, defiantly. Angela bobbled again in place trying to press down with all of her mass. "Puh-lease!" the old woman strained, attempting to dismiss the mountain of flesh on top of her. Angela shifted again, hearing a crack. It might have been the witch's ribs. It kinda made her feel guilty, cracking the ribs of an old woman. "Manatee." But not this evil old witch. "Or should I say Sea Cow?" Not after what she did. She deserved every bit of it, Angela thought, trying to squeeze more pressure downward toward the ground, sinking her face & body down further into her own pudge."Oh god!" Greta coughed. Suddenly she wiggled a hand free. "You win. you win." she waved. "Hippo." Angela smiled, pleased she could put her new 'hippo' shape to some good use. She was looking forward to going back to her normal self though. She closed her eyes & waited for it to happen. But then, suddenly instead of pointing at Keely or Angela, Greta pointed at herself. She began to change shape. "SUCKERS!" She cried. Angela tried to keep pressing down but it was too late. Greta had shrunk up to where her head was by turning into a rat. Once free, she scurried toward the cupboards. Dave tried to stomp down & stop her with his foot but she was too quick. But then, Frankie came out of nowhere, back in his house cat form again. He chased the rat out into the dining room.
"Ha Ha! Bitch!" Angela laughed, "How does it feel to be someone else's main course?!" watching Frankie walk past the doorway with the rat hanging out his mouth.
"Oh no! Does that mean.... does that mean we'll be this... this... fat... forever?!" whimpered Keely.
"Oh god." Angela gasped, looking at the mounds of flesh that hung off her. Tears instantly came to her eyes. Instantly any pangs of hunger, any urges to eat left them as the trance like hunger was lifted. As it did thought the reality very harshly set in. They were monstrously filled to the brim & fatter than fat.
"Quite... some vacation... huh?" Dave asked, breaking the silence.
After explaining everything to Dave, he figured the best thing to do was get them medical attention quickly. He didn't totally buy their story, but it was hard to deny something strange happened with the girls each roughly the size of compact cars. He called some paramedics & they swung by but frankly, there was no real nice way of moving the girls. Despite crews coming in throughout the night, they had to wait till morning for other emergency crews to show up at the Inn with cranes & demolition equipment to get them out through the front door. Keely had gone into the pot without much magical effort the first time around, but after countless cookies, brownies, & sips of the magical juices she was sitting in, she'd had grown stuck to the inside, making the jaws of life necessary. Once clear, she squealed in horror as to how fat she'd become. Once walls were cleared & the girls loaded onto an ambulance (just barely), each was rushed immediately to the nearest hospital. It took over an hour. It would've been quicker had medevac been an option, but even with two different helicopters, the girls were too heavy to fly that distance safely. The ride was long & made longer by the fact that each girl could hardly move. Every time they hit a hill, Angela felt sorry for the driver, the engine of the ambulance revving loudly to compensate for her lard ass. But she had Dave there to comfort her, & in the other ambulance, Keely had a plate of brownies that she tried to eat slowly. They were as addictingly delicious as they were before, but they did manage to make her feel at least a little better.
When they got to the hospital, it took a team of men (& Dave) to help get each girl out of the ambulance & in through the doors. Once inside, they determined that some emergency lipo would be necessary but each of the girls' health insurance only covered enough to make them mobile again. Keely, having eaten all of her brownies was distraught.
"What do you mean the best they can do is 500lbs?!" She turned her crying to pleading. "Just get the the rest! It's right there!!" It bugged Angela too but any smaller, the better, she thought. Upon getting the girls down to a more managable weight, the hospital kept them for observation for a few days past their recovery period. Joel came. Unlike Dave, he didn't take it so well & being with Keely seemed to bother him. No one really believed the stories the girls told but it was obvious that they'd eaten so much so quickly & that wasn't safe. The hospital just wanted to be cautious. Once given a clean, though weightier bill of health, they were released.
After what happened, everything seemed to go wrong for Keely. For months, she worked out & did everything could to exercise & lose the weight. But no matter how hard she tried or little she ate, the lowest she could achieve seemed to be 250lbs, & despite that being half of her starting weight, even that was difficult to maintain. She leveled off around 270 for a bit, a mark she was very self-conscious about. That's around when she started trying to save up for lipo. But then, in the midst of all this, when Joel left her, she turned to eating as a coping mechanism & ever since, her weight yo-yo'ed between 300 & 340, that lipo money going towards buckets of haagen-daz instead. Despite all this, over time, her life got back to normal. She was the same, happy-go-lucky flake she always was; just with a little extra baggage. She never did find the right guy after that, going between personal trainer types that worked her work her to the brink of exhaustion or chubby chasers who she would only refer to as 'too gropey'. Though she admitted to Angela once that she kept thinking she saw Frankie, the bellhop when she was out in public. Angela, still uneasy about the more unbelievable events that transpired, told her she was probably just seeing things.
Things for Angela, on the other hand, weren't so bad. And that was mostly thanks to Dave. At his behest, she moved in with him, as he said he'd help her try & recover. She too, immediately tried to shed as many pounds as possible. But by the time she got down to a manageable 375, she noticed Dave acting a bit peculiar. Unlike Joel, he stayed super supportive. Maybe too supportive. Though never in a very constructive way. It wasn't like he ever really came out & said it, but it was quite obvious to Angela that he was turned on by her newer, larger shape. She could tell by the way he held her, & the way he waited on her hand & foot while she 'recovered'. On a few occassions, he even seemed to try to continue on with where Greta had left off & continued to fatten her up! At first, Angela was a bit weirded out by it. But over time, as he continued to treat her well, she got more & more used to the idea. She quit trying to work off the weight, just kept a slight aerobic route to just keep active. Besides, just like Keely, no matter how much effort she put into her workouts, she would only lose very little. Instead, she took a job that allowed her to work from home over the internet. Her weight started to crawl back up on her again. But it was slow & gradual. And as it did, Dave seemed to get more & more affectionate.
One day, when he brought home an entire pizza just for her, she got brazen enough to just confront him.
"A whole pizza? Just for me?" Angela asked snidely.
"Well you've been doing so well after... everything..." He stammered. "You deserve it."
"Uh huh." Angela said coldly. "Like with trying to work this weight off?"
"Exactly!" He agreed.
"Yeah, nice try! I stopped working out a month ago. I've gained back close to twelve pounds already!" She snapped. "You always keep bringing me home more food!"
"Oh." He said cautiously trying to cover. "Well... I hadn't noticed. Just Don't... Don't let it bother you. Sure, It's hard but you're getting there. You're looking great."
"No I'm not. Not one bit! I'm a wreck! A Big Fat Wreck! And what do you do? You come home with a whole pizza? Just for me? I guess you like having me as a fat ass, huh? Like a freak? 'Ha-Ha! Look at Angela & her massive ass!'" She said scoffing as she took a bite.
"Wha...?" He asked turning bright red. He was caught off guard.
"Sure! Admit it! You just wanna keep me a big fat cow forever! Don't you? Keeping me your own little prize winning heffer! So fat, she can hardly walk! Why, you're no better than that little old lady! You just want to fatten me up even more! Is that it?!" Her tone demanded an answer.
"What? No! It's not like that! I swear!" He timidly denied.
"You want to stuff me till I can't move & do all sorts of... god knows what to me! Is that it? Admit it! That's what you want. To just keep feeding me till I'm all big, fat, & helpless! You want me to be the size of a freakin' house! Don't you?" She gave him a nasty stare. Dave was scared to death.
"God! No! Honest! I swear." He said. He was bright red & a bulge was building in his pants. Angela continued to stare letting silence descend on the room for just one second. Letting Dave's guilt sink in.
"Oh." She said bubbly,"Well that's a shame." She smirked while feigning disappointment. "It seemed like it would have been fun." Dave gave her a puzzled look. But she leered up at him with a grin, telling him it was all a game. He sat down next to her.
"Well. To be 100% honest... the thought did cross my mind." He said. As she finished her first slice, he picked up another & handed it to her. She grabbed it happily.
"Oh?! Did it really?" she laughed.
"Yeah." He said still blushing. He was so caught off guard, it made him coy & timid.
"I never would have guessed with all the burgers, pizza, ice cream, & whatnot you bring home for me." she laughed, taking a bite. "Thanks by the way."
"Was it really that obvious?" He asked with a sigh. She threw her arm around him.
"Tsk Tsk." She said softly. "Trying to fatten your poor, defenseless, already quite chubby girlfriend up without telling her." She took another bite. "Well. I suppose you can keep it up. Just so long as you promise to never try & cook me. Promise?" Angela asked with big eyes. He smirked.
"Promise!" He said hugging her. They held each other for a while, Angela was still getting used to the feeling of him sinking into her flesh whenever they touched. She noticed something about it almost sort of feeling right. She smiled.
Dave smiled wryly.
"Besides, sweetie. Where the hell around here, would I ever find a pot THAT big?" Angela's brows lowered into a scowl that Dave couldn't see while they hugged, the moment killed.
"Honey." She asked still trying to sound pleasant. Her scowl vanished as they both sat back. "We've established its cool for you to keep on feeding me the way that you are & all, but make another crack about how big I am & I will sit on you like I did that stupid witch, & so help me, squish you to within an inch of your freakin' life!"
"You make that sound like such a bad thing." he grinned, pulling apart two slices of the pizza, trying to split the cheese. Angela sighed & smirked at the same time, rolling her eyes. It didn't sound like such a bad thing to her in retrospect either, but that wasn't the most important thing at the moment.
"Just shut up & feed me my damn pizza, Smartass! I'm famished!"
ok... The End.
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