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(This story contains Female WG up to extreme levels, involuntary incarceration, teasing/fat shaming, overeating, force feeding, M/F sexual situations, and a power dynamic established through extortion.)

Ana stumbled through the dark mansion like someone with no clear idea where she was going. One would think her skinny body would be well-suited for sneaking about, but her lack of skill showed in everything she did. Growing up on the streets, she’d had no opportunity to learn how to read blueprints, or make any kind of plan that would have told her where she should go.
The leader of her gang wasn’t very specific when she had told Ana what to get - ‘anything that looks valuable’ were her exact words. To Ana though that could have easily been the doorknobs as anything else. However, knowing how she’d be treated if she brought back door hardware, she kept looking in different rooms in hopes of finding something, anything.
As she stuck her head in the doorway of the next room, the lights were all turned on. She could see guards in a semi circle in the room, and another in the hall behind her. Being completely surrounded, Ana did the only thing she could think of - she tried to run. Before she got two steps, however, she felt a sharp twinge in her neck. Another step, and she collapsed onto the floor unconscious.
When Ana awoke, she found herself tied to an ornate wooden chair in front of a large desk in a richly appointed office. As she began to struggle with her bonds, the high-backed chair behind the desk swiveled around to reveal a handsome man in his thirties. Smiling, he said, “Oh, finally you’re awake. I was starting to get worried they’d sedated you too much. Don’t bother struggling - those bindings are sturdy, and I wouldn’t want you to harm yourself.”
Ana stopped struggling, and demanded, “What do you want?”
“What I want is for low-life punks like you to stop breaking into my house!” the man’s voice raised slightly before returning to his more pleasant-sounding tone. “Of course, we won’t have that problem with you again, will we, Ana my dear?”
“How, how do you know my name?”
“Oh, it’s not hard to get information on someone, if you have their fingerprints and access to the right databases.” Punching a few keys, he looked at a computer monitor. “Yours in particular is most interesting. For instance, I see that you have two prior convictions for theft. If the police were to become involved this evening, I am sure you would be sent away to prison for life!”
The weight of what he was saying hit Ana, and her face sunk. She didn’t know what she’d do in prison for the rest of her life! The last time was only for six months, but it really got to her. A friend in the gang she ran with had actually died there, stabbed in the kidney. After a few sobs, Ana looked up to the man and asked, meekly, “What do you want with me?”
“Oh, we’ll get to that,” he answered as he stood and walked around the desk. Someone untied her hands and arms from the chair’s armrests while two servants moved a small table with a plate full of food in front of her. Resting against the corner of the desk, the man said, “For now, eat.” Confused, Ana looked up at the man. The smile faded from the man’s face as he repeated, “Eat.”
Ana slowly picked up the fork and put a bite of mashed potatoes in her mouth as the smile returned to the man’s face.
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Ana awoke with a start. Despite her dreams of freedom, she was still in her prison - a room somewhere inside the mansion of the man who called himself Devon. The daily routine of these past weeks (months?) had blurred together. She was constantly being brought food in her room, though sometimes she was taken to a dining room where Devon was sitting, eager to watch her consume the feast laid before her, always with that confident smile.
Of course, all of that food had the effect that Devon no doubt desired. Looking in the mirror, Ana could see the belly that hung heavily over the band of the larger panties she’d been given. Her hips had grown more, going beyond curvy, through bodacious and on to large. Her ass cheeks had rounded out considerably, making a noticeable difference when she sat down. Her breasts had grown from practically nothing all the way up to saggy DD-cups, resting on her growing shelf of a belly. Sighing, she went and sat down on the bed, waiting to see what this day would bring.
Soon servants arrived. Instead of the usual breakfast (which had been getting disturbingly bigger with time), they requested she put on the hospital gown they handed her and go with them. Sighing, and not really seeing any other choice, she did as instructed.
She was actually getting hungry as they walked down the hall, but she wasn’t about to admit that to anyone. The servants led her through a door into what appeared to be a medical room. The servants escorted her to the examination table in the middle and as she sat on it she could hear the crackle of a Devon’s voice coming through a speaker. Looking around for the source, she then notice a gallery window on one side, and Devon sitting there smiling.
“Ana, my dear, I am please to say that through your greedy overeating, you are now at a mass at which we can safely go to the next stage!” Ana scoffed at ‘greedy overeating’, since she only ate what he required of her. “Just lay back, and we can get to your gluttonous breakfast soon.”
The servants pressed her shoulders down with gentle force. Once she was laying down, they placed straps over her and secured them. Then a person in medical attire stuck her arm with a needle, causing her to wince.
Devon assured, “Don’t worry, my dear. I assure you that, if all goes well, that will be the last pain you ever feel. Good night.” Ana tried to keep her eyes open, but the sedative entering her system was too powerful, so she slid into unconsciousness.
When she awoke, Ana was back in the bed in her prison room. Her arm felt a little sore, but otherwise she didn’t notice anything different. As she sat up, Devon swept into the room. “Ah, you’re awake. Now we can test to see if it worked.”
Before Ana could ask any questions, he reached out and ran a finger along her arm. She was surprised by how much she felt of it, and what’s more, how it began to arouse her. He rubbed his whole hand on her arm, just her arm, and it started to make her wet. Then he put a hand under her gown and groped one of her breasts. Instantly she felt her nipple become erect, and she squirmed and moaned her arousal. Then he grabbed some of the fat in her belly and she could see him pinching it mercilessly, but all she felt was herself getting turned on more and more. He kept pinching until she was about to have an orgasm, then released her.
Devon responded to Ana’s bewildered gaze. “You see, we altered your brain chemistry, such that it magnifies the signals from the neurons in your skin by nearly a power of ten. It also blocks your pain receptors, redirecting all such inputs to your pleasure center. And I can see it was a huge success. As you gain more and more weight, the sensitivity should even increase. Won’t that be exciting? Now, I imagine that you want to start shoving gobs of breakfast food down your gullet, is this correct.”
Ana wanted to scream, but knew what little good it would do. Instead she swallowed her pride yet again, and simply nodded.
Devon simply smiled and left. Within seconds a servant brought breakfast on a small cart and set everything up. Once he was got, Ana sighed and started to eat pretty much the way Devon had described it, despite her reservations.
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The smell of bacon assailed Ana’s nostrils, as it did most mornings. She found herself sleeping more, and would as often as not be awoken by breakfast being wheeled on a cart by a servant. She simply rolled over and started to eat.
As she ate, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrored section of wall that Devon had installed. As she sat eating, her belly nearly covered her lap, and her breasts hung down to nearly her navel. She was developing a substantial double chin, and her ass and hips were wide enough for two of her.
Once she was done, and the servants cleared the dishes away, Devon entered, carrying a bag made out of some fancy cloth. “Did I miss feeding trough time? Good, because you eat like a disgusting animal.”
Devon’s teasing was becoming harsher as Ana became larger, so she hadn’t been able to grow accustomed to it, and every barb hit home. But while at first she felt uncomfortable, she’d almost grown to expect it. She just sat there and stewed, looking at the bag out of the corner of her eye.
She didn’t have to wait long to find out what was inside. Devon pulled out velvet cords and tossed them to her. “Here, put the loops around your wrists and ankles, assuming they can still fit.”
Ana knew the price of even protesting, so she slid the looped end of one of the four cords over each wrist. Then she reached down to do the same for her ankles, but her midsection got in the way, forcing her to grunt with effort as she managed to put them on. She then looked at Devon’s amused smile and awaited further instructions.
“Now lie down spread-eagle.” She did, and he tied the cords on her wrists to the bed frame. Once he got to her legs, he tsked, “You call that spread-eagle? Here.” He tied the cords tightly, forcing Ana’s legs further apart.
Then servants wheeled in a contraption with a tank and hose, parking it above her head. Ana gasped at what she thought might be coming. She pleaded, “I just ate breakfast...:”
“Oh, I know you did, and I’m told it was a truly nauseating display. But this will top you off nicely.” He patted the tank for emphasis.
Ana’s eyes went wide as her fears were confirmed. She moved her head a little when Devon tried to insert the tube in her mouth, but he simply reached into the bag and extracted a long suede strap which he placed across her forehead and secured. Now she had no way of stopping him when he started to gently push the tube down her throat.
Then he released a valve on the tank, and a dark viscous liquid made its way down the tube and into her esophagus. Smirking, Devon said, “Actually, you’re lucky we’re putting it directly into your digestive tract - I am told this stuff taste rather awful.”
As more liquid poured in, Ana began to feel an increasing pressure from inside. She’d been full before, but this was something new. As the pressure grew, so did her belly, a bit. Once he saw this, Devon started touching and caressing her arm, causing her to become aroused. As the pressure built, his ministrations became more and more forceful, causing her to get even hornier.
And then, it happened. The pressure started to become pleasurable. She realized it was actually pain she should be feeling, from her distended stomach being pushed to the breaking point. But all she could feel was a pleasant sensation that slowly got stronger. At about this time, Devon’s caresses were driving her wild, bringing her to the brink of orgasm but never crossing over.
After a time, the liquid ran out, and Devon removed the tube. He continued to rub her, focusing on her breasts, which were on fire like the rest of her. “Doesn’t that feel good, being bloated like a beached whale that’s been in the sun? I can’t believe you got all of that in you without...well...problems, let’s say. But it does feel good, doesn’t it?”
With the tube gone, Ana was able to start moaning her arousal. Not wanting to admit it, she finally gave in. “Yes! God, yes. It does!” She was breathing heavily, partially from the weight of food in her belly, but mostly from what he was doing to her.
“This feeling is something you need, you have to have! Do you crave this feeling?”
“Yes!” Ana exclaimed before she could even think to be ashamed. “Yes.” she said after thinking about it.
Would you like to feel fuller, and increase this feeling? Wouldn’t you like more?”
Ana was confused. She was fairly certain she was as full as she could get without serious injury. “What...what do you mean?”
Devon kept fondling her tits and said, “Hmm? Oh, just a passing thought. I could have my member inside you. That would make you even more full, and I bet it would feel...oh, how it would feel. But I don’t know…”
Ana was horrified, and aroused, and ashamed, and curious all at once. “Would you?”
“Would I what, dear?”
“Would you...oh God... would you enter me?”
“My dear, you make it sound so clinical. I don’t know…”
“Please! Please fuck me! I need you inside me, fucking me! Please!” Ana was on the verge of tears.
“Well, only because you are so insistent.” He then took off his clothes and mounted her. It didn’t take more than a couple thrusts before Ana exploded in a world-shattering orgasm like she’d never experienced.
Smiling, Devon continued until he had his own orgasm; all the while she was still in the throes of hers. After pulling out and cleaning up, he said, “Perhaps you were right to beg me. I found it pleasurable. How about you dear?”
Ana was beyond words as she lay there shuddering uncontrollably.
“I thought as much,” Devon smirked as he left the room.
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As morning came, so did Ana’s hunger, strong enough to wake her this time. She was tired, from a late night of Devon torturing her with rubs and pinches and pokes until he finally deigned to listen to her pleading and have sex with her. Some nights, he’d refuse, and leave her in an excited state that she couldn’t climax out of herself, only hope it would fade quickly. Thinking about it, she honestly couldn’t figure out which was worse.
As she stood, she wondered whether this morning’s breakfast would be on a cart or in a tube (the chance of the latter tended to be about one in five). Not having an immediate answer, she looked at herself in the mirror as she did most mornings.
The occasional tube feedings had really accelerated her weight gain. She no sported hips that were closer to three feet wide than two. Her ass would have looked like two lumpy playground balls had been inserted under her skin, except they were beginning to sag considerably. She had a belly that completely filled her lap when she sat, but now that she was standing hung down about three quarters of the way to her knees. Her breasts nearly reached the line of crease that was forming at her navel, and were like deformed watermelons. Her wattle brushed the tops of her breasts when she shook her head.
The answer did come, as a servant wheeled in a cart loaded with breakfast food. Before this all started, Ana would never have imagined eating so much, yet this morning she wondered if it was going to be enough. She started to eat hungrily.
As she was nearly through, Devon walked in and exclaimed, “Disgusting! Eeew, I never saw anyone just shovel so much food in their gullet at once. Beasts of the field have better manners.” A shiver ran down Ana’s spine at his remarks. She was expecting something harsh, and when he said it, he heart fluttered a little. God, was she starting to like it?
When she was finished eating, the cart was empty of everything but dirty dishes. As a servant wheeled it out, another handed Devon a bag. Devon smiled and said, “Here, put these on. I hope my tailors managed to predict how much fatter you’d be once they got done, but if it’s too tight, you have only your lard-ass self to blame.”
Ana hesitantly opened the bag and pulled out a plaid skirt, white blouse, high heel shoes and a large pair of panties. In the bottom of the bag was a pair of pasties that strippers put on their nipples to be legal in some states. Pulling them out, she said, “Um, what is the point of these? You’ve seen my naked tits lots of times. You’re seeing them now.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me! Just put everything on, and then follow this servant to the room I want you to perform in.” With that, he turned on his heel and left.
Perform in?! What did he have planned for her now? Not having any other choice, she applied the pasties and put on the outfit. Fortunately, is wasn’t too tight, though it was close. She wobbled considerably on the shoes, but managed to avoid falling down or breaking an ankle. Once she was ready, the servant opened the door and led her down the hall.
The room they entered looked a bit like a cross between a den and a gentlemen’s club. There was a small bar manned by a servant, and a stage in the middle of the room where a brass-colored pole rose to the ceiling. The audience consisted of Devon alone, who sat the the only chair, which was upholstered leather. He held a glass in one hand, and said, “I hope you’ll forgive me for indulging so early in the day, but this is likely to be quite an event.”
Ana stepped forward and exclaimed, “Just what exactly is this?!”
This, my dear, is your show! You are going to get up on that stage and strip as sexily as a lardball like you can, and dance in a provocative manner using the pole. Surely you’ve encountered places like this in your past.”
Muttering under her breath, Ana stepped up on the platform, wobbling and jiggling as she did so. Once she was in place seductive music started, and she tried her best to gyrate her huge hips. “Boo! You call that dancing? Run your hands along your fat body so you can feel how disgusting you are!” Devon laughed as he called out to her.
She tried to comply, and ran her hands along her sagging breasts, huge belly, and gargantuan ass. As she did, the material being rubbed on her skin started getting her aroused. She moaned as she finally got into the rhythm of the song. “See what I mean? You’re like a water buffalo in a skirt. Now, strip!”
Ana slowly began to unbutton the white blouse as she continued to dance to the music. Soon she had it off completely, revealing her watermelon-sized tits with the pasties covering her nipples, though they were becoming erect, threatening to pry them off from underneath. “Look at those things! They sag down so far, gross! And that belly! It’ll be touching the floor any day now, the way you inhale food. Now the skirt and panties!”
To unzip the skirt, she had to reach around behind with both hands. This caused her boobs and midsection to stick out like she was proud of them, which was definitely not the case. He found the clasp and started to unzip, having to go nearly horizontal to get over her rear. She then started to shimmy the skirt and panties over her gargantuan hips and ass. As she did, she became more horney, moaning her arousal loudly. As they dropped to the floor, she stepped out of them, and kicked them aside. “Oh my god, those ass cheeks are ridiculously huge, lumpy hemispheres of lard! How does it feel to come equipped with your own furniture to sit on? Now, the pole! Dance with it.”
Ana grabbed the cold pole and started to dance around it. She sidled up to it, feeling the cold metal touch her skin, driving her that much closer to orgasm. Her nipples were fully erect and were tenting the pasties until they gave up and slid off. She gave Devon a show, hoping for the next set of insults that would get her closer to getting off. Not to disappoint, he tsked and said, “If I’d known this was going to be a livestock exhibition, I would have gotten some 4-H ribbons to give out! You are so disgustingly fat, that pole would run away if it wasn’t bolted to the floor and ceiling! Now make love to it.”
With a puzzled expression, Ana looked at both ends of the pole where it was anchored. She figured he wanted her to rub against it, since penetration was impossible. However, she couldn’t do that from the front, since her belly was in the way. Turning away from the pole, she backed into it, until it was going in between her massive ass cheeks. “Deeper!” She leaned forward a little and her butt crack allowed the cold metal pole further in, until it touched her anus. She was practically vibrating with arousal at this point, which only made the arousal greater.
Devon smiled and said, “You know what you need to be rubbing against. Do it!” Ana dutifully leaned farther forward. She was leaning against the pole, which was so deep in her ass cleavage it was almost like she was hugging it. She kept leaning forward until her breasts started to rest on the floor, as which point the pole was in contact with the entirety of her vagina. She then started grinding up and down, which also caused her erect nipples to be dragged along the floor.
Ana only continued this motion for a few moments before she reached orgasm. She screamed out, still sliding up and down, which intensified her release and made it last even longer. She actually had no idea how much time passed while she climaxed, but eventually it subsided, leaving her in a very awkward position.
Devon stood, gave Ana a slow clap and said, “Well, I for one am going to see the manager about getting my money back!” He exited the room, leaving Ana to try to get up and get dressed by herself.
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Ana awoke from a fitful sleep, again. She hoisted herself off of the bed - an increasingly difficult task as time went on. She waddled over to look at herself in the mirrored panel of the wall of her room - her cell, she had to keep reminding herself.
The reflection that looked back at her was much the same as on recent mornings, though over the course of time it had gotten considerably larger since she’d been taken Devon’s prisoner. Her hips were a almost four feet wide at this point, with an ass that looked like two lumpy beach balls. Her belly was enormous, hanging down past the knees of her tree-trunk legs. Her breasts were almost like small bean bag chairs, resting heavily on her gut and splitting off down either side to make a wide inverted ‘V’ of her cleavage. Her neck was a huge wattle that filled the space from he chin to her sternum, and wobbled every time she moved her fat face.
Just then there was a knock at the door. It opened, because Devon never waited for an answer. He held a small bundle in his hand as he smiled and said, “I think you could use a bit of fresh air today. So get dressed, and once you’ve had breakfast we’ll be off.” He tossed the bundle on the bed and turned on his heel.
As a servant wheeled in the large cart of food that was her typical breakfast, Ana waddled back to the bed and undid the bundle. In her hands was a bikini whose top would barely cover her areolae, let alone her tits, and a bottom which actually appeared to be a thong in the back. “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!” she exclaimed to no one as the smell of bacon met her. Sighing, she sat down to eat first.
The sun shone down fiercely from a cloudless sky. Even though the van was air-conditioned, Ana imagined she could already feel its heat, though maybe that was from being flustered after Devon applied her sunblock, causing her to be on the verge of orgasm from his touch for almost twenty minutes. She looked out onto the crowded beach, dreading what Devon was forcing her to do.
When the van stopped in the unloading area, the first people to get out were two servants who carried the chairs, umbrellas, and bags that were going to be needed. Then Devon came out, smiling, and dressed in a nice set of trunks and a tropical shirt. He held out his hand for Ana to take.
The gargantuan woman that was stepping out of the van made nearly everyone’s heads turn as she passed them. Soon the crowd noise died down enough so a rhythmic slapping noise could be heard. It was the sound of her own enormous ass cheeks clapping together as she waddled on the sand. The pace Devon was keeping actually got her butt cheeks to separate and then come crashing together, over and over. And every time they did, a wave of arousal immediately followed. She tried to slow down, but Devon held her hand tightly, forcing her to keep up with him.
By the time they had gotten to their spot right in the middle of the gawking crowd, the servants had finished setting up the chairs (a regular-sized one and an immensely oversized one) and umbrellas, as well as laying out blankets and setting down coolers. Rather out of breath, Ana went straight to her chair and sat down in a huff, causing it to creak slightly. In this position, her belly forced its way between her knees while covering her lap entirely, and her breasts were pushed up into her double chin. Soon, some of the crowd stopped staring and went about their business.
The afternoon was one long span of people pointing, sometimes laughing, and usually talking about her. Ana tried to just close her eyes and ignore it, but it was impossible to do so, just as it was impossible to reject those feelings inside her that she was, on some level, turned on by this, almost as much as she was getting aroused by every grain of sand the wind kicked up, or even the sun’s rays when they found their way to her skin. It was these feelings that concerned her the most.
At one point, Devon went to go to the restroom, leaving Ana alone with her thoughts. Well, the servants were there, probably to make sure she didn’t try to run, but seriously, where would she go?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a woman’s voice calling her name. Holding a hand up to shade her eyes, Ana saw a friend she’d had in high school that she hadn’t talked to in years. Rather embarrassed, she simply said, “Heather?”
“Oh my gosh, it is you! What happened? You were always so skinny!” Heather had that perfect beach body that Ana had always been jealous of, and still was, for different reasons.
Ana struggled to get up, which caused a look from Heather and a few more stares from nearby people. Panting a little, and remembering Devon’s rule on talking about her situation, she answered, “Well, I don’t know, I just discovered that this is the real me, you know? I’ve always envied women who could just eat what they wanted and get huge. And now I’ve finally achieved it!” She feigned a well-rehearsed smile.
As Heather pondered over this amazing turn of events, Devon walked up to them. “Ana, honey, who’s your friend?”
Ana was becoming more embarrassed than she could mask, she just stood there saying nothing. Heather interjected and said, “I’m Heather, a friend of Ana’s from high school. We were just talking about how much she changed since then, and she says she’s secretly wanted this for some time.”
“Oh yes, Ana loves everything about the new her, don’t you dear?” Devon then windmilled his arm to give Ana an extremely hard smack on one of her bare ass cheeks. The wave of orgasmic ecstasy swept over her, causing her to shudder and fall onto the sand. Everyone looked as she howled out moans and her whole body twitched and jiggled. Many started laughing, while others just shook their heads in disapproval.
By the time Ana was done her long orgasm, Heather had left. Who knows what she’d be telling the friends they both knew. She got up, seeing the burned skin on one side that had been writhing on the hot sand, but feeling only arousal. The servants had packed everything, and Devon, smiling, said, “I just can’t take you anywhere, can I?”
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Ana moaned loudly in her sleep, enough to wake her up. Her skin was so sensitive now that even movement in her sleep was enough to arouse her. It just kept building overnight and by morning she was so horny she could hardly think. This morning was no exception.
She struggled to get up out of bed, and was just barely able to do so by grabbing bars attached to the ceiling and wall. She stood in front of the wall, whose mirrored surface now ran its length, making it impossible to avoid her reflection. Impossible to not see how massive she was, how massive Devon had forced her to become.
Her hips had finally crossed the six-foot-wide mark, making nearly all doors impassable obstacles. Her ass cheeks were the size of bean bag chairs, their surface riddled with cellulite. Her legs started out tree-trunk-thick at the top, and got smaller as they went to her wide, flat feet, with no clear indication where her knees or ankles actually were. This information would have been useful when assessing her gargantuan belly, which actually hung below her knees. Covering most of the upper part of it were her leviathan tits, huge and heavy, drooping down either side of her gut. Her double chin was so big it actually hung down in her v-shaped cleavage.
Ana was still breathing heavily from the effort of standing when Devon breezed in through the extra-wide door. “Oh good, you managed to get that huge lard butt out of bed. Come on then.” He turned on his heel and exited.
Ana didn’t have any choice but to follow. She slowly waddled, step by excruciating step, out the door and up the hallway. At each footstep, her entire body wobbled, and her butt cheeks slammed together like thunderclaps. Of course, arousal went through the roof, and every ten steps or so she nearly collapsed in a near-orgasm. She leaned against the wall, panting for several minutes until things calmed down again and she could continue.
Devon seemed amused and impatient at the same time. “Oh, come on! Are you telling me we have to stop every so often because you can’t keep your mountainous butt cheeks under control? What a fat cow you are!” Ana blushed as he said those things, mostly because she hated how much she liked it. Loved it, actually.
Eventually, they got to the end of the hall, where servants opened huge French doors that led outside. She could see the night sky over top of a large panel truck. Catching her breath, she asked, “What’s this?”
Devon smiled, “This, my dear, is your ticket to freedom. I’m quite annoyed at how ridiculously obese you let yourself get, and I am letting you go. Once the servants manage to stuff you into this truck, God knows how, they will drive you to any city you want, and leave you with clothing and enough cash to establish yourself. So there you are. Have a nice life.” He started to turn back inside.
“Wait!” Ana said before she could stop herself. “What am I supposed to do?”
Turning back around. “Listen fatso, I guess you’ll manage to find a job or something. You might even be able to reduce that elephantine ass of yours enough so doors won’t be a problem. But in any case, you’ll be out of my hands.” He gave a hand washing gesture and he took another step inside.
“Please! I don’t know if I could survive out there, as big as I am!” She couldn’t believe she had freedom dangled before her, and she was making excuses.
“Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you ate like a bevy of truckers at a diner, day in and day out! No, I’m quite done with you.” Another step.
“Oh, please, Devon! I…I...want to stay.” Her eyes were downcast as she came to that realization. “Please let me stay. I’ll do anything…”
“Anything? Really?” Devon raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, really. I know you like this...uuuuuhhh!” Ana moaned in ecstasy and nearly collapsed as she grabbed a huge roll of flab with both hands.
Devon smiled and stared at her action with intensity, but said, “I don’t know. You’re so disgustingly fat. You are like a whale on two feet. You really should go.”
“No, please!” Ana groped one of her mammoth tits, bringing her to the edge of orgasm, but unable to cross that border. “I’ll do anything! You can do anything to me, and I’ll be your willing slave. Your own continuously expanding fuck-toy! Would you like that? Just please let me stay.”
Devon flashed her his smile and said, “Well, we can’t have you making a big fat spectacle of yourself out here in my driveway.” He extended a hand and said, “Come on, let’s see how good a fat fuck-toy you’ll make.”
As they slowly went back down the hallway, Ana could hear the doors to freedom shut behind her.
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Ana awoke to a gut-wrenching orgasm, as Devon apparently was having sex with her as she slept again. Once she stopped her violent jiggling, she smiled and tried to get a look at him, but was unable to around the sea of flab she’d become.
She’d fallen asleep on her massive belly again. It was a gargantuan thing that completely covered the larger-than-king-size mattress it was on. It lifted her up several feet as her hugely fat arms and legs spread as wide as they could to secure her up top. The fat that had accumulated on her forearms and forelegs had gotten to be enough to almost entirely swallow her hands and feet. Her tits were the size of small sofas, and hung down heavily along the slope of her gut until they came about a foot short of touching the floor. Her ass was even larger, sticking up another few feet and drooping down to either side of her wide hips.
Devon slid down to the floor and made his way around the hill of flesh that was Ana. “Disgusting! You’re like a small mountain of blob, with barely any form at all.” He poked and pinched her belly as he walked around, causing her to become aroused again immediately. “And these aren’t breasts, they’re more like weather balloons full of lard instead of air.” He tweaked one of her large nippled which caused her to moan loudly. “What could you possibly want to do with yourself? Hmm? I said what do you want to do?”
Ana smiled broadly, and said between moans, “Well, I was thinking I could eat my truckload of breakfast, and then you could fuck me silly until I need to eat again in an hour.”
Devon smiled back and replied, “That, my dear, can be arranged.”