Hello, all!
Debated on this for awhile but decided to let it rip. If anyone remembers, quite a while back there was a story on FantasyFeeder titled Tiers of Joy. It, and the author, disappeared but I managed to save the text years ago. I did a search on here and it looks like the only threads on the story came up with dead-ends, so I decided to repost it - with a twist.
I've wanted to try my writing skills in this arena for long time and wasn't sure where to start, but it felt right to try continuing Tiers of Joy since it always felt like it had potential to go further. So what I've posted below is the original story by the original author (if anyone knows their name, please let me know and I'll properly credit), plus the first additional chapters of my continuation. The first 6 chapters are the original with some mild alterations - the essence remains the same, I just updated grammar, formatting, and tried to create a more defined timeline / imagery.
Chapters 7-9 are totally my own, so any and all feedback is welcome! I have a couple other chapters in the hopper but wanted see how these first few are received. Happy reading!
Chapter 1
The elliptical whirred softly as Tori's toned legs began to slow their pace, eventually stopping the work-out machine entirely.
"Whooo..." She sighed softly, pausing the music on her iPod and wiping the sweat from her brow. Another good workout done. Exhausted, but satisfied, the young woman dismounted her machine and collected her belongings; heading to the exit. She pocketed her iPod and zipped up her sweat shirt in preparation for the cooling outside October air.
She stopped to look at herself in the mirrors that lined the walls of the gym, admiring herself. Her body was so slim, barely an ounce of fat on her. Her muscles were visible, but they weren't bulging. Turning around cheekily, she gave her pert ass a quick look and winked at herself gleefully. Job well done, Tori.
"Have a good one, Lily!" Tori called over her shoulder, waving to the receptionist by the door as she made her exit.
"Tori, wait!" Lily rose a bit from her seat, beckoning Tori over to her deck.
Puzzled, the worn-out Tori came over and rested her slim arms on the cool surface of the reception bar.
"What's up?" she said before taking a quick sip from her water bottle.
"I... have bad news." Lily sighed, sitting back down in her chair. She was an adorable blonde girl, tiny and lithe. It was clear that she used the gym she worked at to her advantage. "This is the last month the gym will be open."
Tori's green eyes widened. The gym was closing?
"Whaaaat?" The brunette looked around suspiciously. "The gym is closing? For renovation or, for, like good? ...What about my year-long subscription I already paid for?" Tori immediately felt incredibly bummed out. This particular gym, while not at all large or fantastic, was perfect for her. It was across the street from her job and directly next to her apartment. Hell, she moved into that apartment because it was so close to her job AND the gym! This sucked!
Lily waved a hand dismissively.
"All our customers are being offered a refund back onto their cards, or a free year-long membership at our other location. I'm not sure why the gym is closing, but it is... I think they're putting a coffeehouse in or a bakery or something? It'll be months before that opens though..."
Tori sighed loudly, expressing her annoyance. Their other location was nearly an hour away, impossible to fit into her schedule. She wracked her brain for other alternatives. There was another gym about 20 minutes away... but the price for entry was astronomical. She bit her lip.
"I'm sorry, Tori." Lily sighed back at her, shaking her head. "It sucks for everyone."
"Yeah, well, thanks... sorry." Tori pulled away from reception, gave Lily a despondent wave, and made the short walk back to her apartment which was, in fact, the building directly next to the soon-to-be-gone gym.
– THREE MONTHS LATER –
"One... two... huff... three... huff..." Prone on the floor, Tori counted out her reps breathily. She was doing a desperate attempt at crunches, however terribly uncomfortable they were down on her hardwood floors. Even with the exercise mat she had bought, it wasn't ideal. She sat up, rubbing her neck in slight pain. This sucked.
She missed her gym.
She stood up, folded up the mat, and put it away into her bedroom closet. She stopped to look at herself in the mirror hanging over the door. Her thin, lean body had remained intact for the most part in these trying three months. To anyone else's eyes, she looked just as beautiful as ever. She, however, knew that a small layer of soft fat had developed over her once hinting muscles. It was barely anything, but she knew it was from insufficient workouts.
Of course, she still ate healthy.
Walking over to the window, she peered down at what was once her beloved gym, now fully turned into the promised bakery. The bakery, cutely named Tiers Of Joy, specialized in large cakes but also had a special section for regular pastries. It had opened just two days ago, and already had a decent number of customers. She watched an incredibly obese man leave the bakery and waddle to his car, sucking his fingers of what she assumed were sugary treats.
"What a lardass." She grumbled, backing away from the window. The irony of a bakery opening just as people began their New Year’s resolutions to be healthier was not lost on her. This inspired her to do a few more push-ups.
– THE NEXT MORNING, 6:10 AM –
Tori's stomach didn't grumble, it nearly screamed.
Her entire apartment was completely filled with the scent of baked goods, warm doughy smells following her wherever she went inside her home. She was just waking up for work, sipping her morning tea and having a bowl of oatmeal with fresh strawberries. Normally, this was very satisfying. Today, however, her stomach cried for something heavier.
"I'll have something fulfilling for lunch," She mused inwardly, considering her options for her later meals. The smell of fresh baked goods continued to fill her senses. Her stomach wailed.
Peeved by this, Tori got dressed into her work clothes. Slim-fitting dress pants, and a smart button-down blouse tucked into them neatly. She pulled her hair up into a fashionable pony-tail, added some make-up and earrings, slipped on her heels, and went out the door.
She worked as secretary, her job being mostly boring but it wasn't difficult and it was across from her building. The commute couldn't be easier!
"FREE SAMPLES THROUGHOUT OUR FIRST MONTH!"
On her way to work, Tori noticed the sign in front of the new bakery, written in chalk in bright colors. Small cartoonish pictures of pies and cookies accessorized the advertisement.
Her stomach grumbled.
Checking her watch, she sighed loudly to herself, agreed that she had a few minutes to spare and begrudgingly strode into Tiers Of Joy.
A soft bell announced her arrival.
"Hi there!" An older woman behind the counter greeted Tori happily, a few other patrons glancing up to look at her. The men gave her body an approving once-over before going back to their pastries. Tori approached the counter, as if suspicious.
"The sign mentioned free samples? What may I sample?" Tori flashed the woman a dazzling smile, showing off her perfect teeth. Regardless of her mixed feelings about the bakery, she wanted to seem polite.
"Anything you want, dear. Rather early in the morning, would you like to try a muffin? Or maybe a croissant?"
"Hmmm... a muffin sounds alright. Do you have blueberry?" Tori's gaze scanned the confections underneath the counter, displayed in a classic glass case with small descriptions written out next to them. Everything looked heavenly. Sure, they were far above her caloric allowance, but they looked well made.
Another grumble.
"We most certainly do! Do you want to try a slice of one?" The older woman had already cut her a small piece of muffin.
"Sure, thank you." Tori took it on the small paper plate it was offered to her upon and took a bite out of it.
Her mind nearly exploded.
How in the world could it possibly taste SO good?! Her eyes widened and she stared down at the muffin. It was rich and gooey like a cake, but it wasn't too heavy to have in the morning. This muffin was perfect, a revelation.
"This is SO wonderful... I'll take two!"
'Wait – two? Oh, screw it, I'll have one for lunch.' Tori thought as she paid the woman, making pleasant chit-chat with her as she took the muffins in a brown paper bag. 'What a nice woman... I still miss my gym though.'
"Thank you! Have a good one!"
Tori headed across the street, starting her workday off with a muffin at her desk. Unwrapping the treat from its wax paper, her jaw nearly dropped. The sample size was seemingly normal, but the REAL size of the muffin was insane! She could barely hold it with two hands!
'Holy cow, I guess I'll just eat half now... half for lunch and put the second one in the fridge?! I knew I shouldn't have taken two!' Tori chided herself mentally. She sighed, started up her computer, and took small bites from her muffin. She didn't even realize she was moaning while she ate it, it was just that delicious.
Between answering phone calls and organizing her boss's very busy schedule, Tori lost track of time.
Her sticky fingers reached for the muffin, only to be met with empty paper and crumbs.
"Huh?" Tori gasped softly, realizing she had eaten the whole muffin. She looked into the brown paper bag where the second one was, only to realize the bag had been ripped open and the second one was nothing but paper and crumbs as well.
She had wolfed down both massive muffins.
Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and she looked around. No one had seen her, considering how rather secluded her section of the office was. She gave a soft burp and quickly discarded the evidence of her overindulgence in the trash.
What she couldn't hide, however, was the tightness in her dress pants. Her stomach was incredibly full, she realized only just now. How could she have eaten so much and not noticed?
'It was sooooo good..." Tori closed her eyes and thought about the taste of that muffin on her tongue. The fullness of her belly, combined with the thought of having another muffin made her moan softly to herself.
Quickly she snapped out of it, cheeks now even redder as Tori tried to get back to work.
All she could think about was her lunch break.
Chapter 2
Throughout her day, Tori's mind vacillated between craving another sweet, rich muffin, and how many crunches she would have to do for the rest of the week.
Well, if she had another muffin, she could probably do a light salad with fish for dinner and bang out maybe... a hundred push-ups? Sixty crunches?
But when 12 p.m. arrived, Tori bolted out of her seat, leaving her coat behind, and rushed across the street.
Tiers of Joy was packed with customers, both waiting and seated and chowing down. Everyone seemed happy, and the air was thick with delectable smells. Tori didn't care about the wait.
Her green eyes widened, her sculpted body straightening from her lean against the case, when she watched a group of young girls pick up what she assumed was a cake order. “Wow,” Tori thought, “they really do make specialty cakes.”
The cake was about seven tiers high and was being placed carefully on a cart. It was baby pink and covered in white frosting roses. If Tori had to guess, it was for a baby shower. Or perhaps an engagement party. Her stomach growled loudly when she considered how delicious it would be to dig into that cake.
Thoughts of push-ups and crunches struggled to stay in her mind.
"You sure you can wheel it home? We can put each layer in a box for you!" The older female bakery worker, who Tori had spoken to this morning, asked the three young girls picking up the cake.
"No, no, the party will start soon! We live two blocks down, we should be fine!" The girls giggled, paid her, and thanked her. They promised to give back the cart tomorrow morning, and the old woman took their promise in good faith.
"Can I help you, dear?" Tori snapped out of her trance watching the large cake leave the door. The old woman was addressing her. "Welcome back!"
"O-oh, uhm, yes. My coworker had one of your muffins and she loved it." Tori lied, unwilling to admit to eating both massive treats.
"I'm so glad! What can I get you today? More muffins, or perhaps some fresh-made donuts?" Tori bit her lip. Donuts? That's easily a week-long sentence to salads and crunches.
"I'll take a donut." Tori said, just as a man backed up out of his seat causing his chair to squeak loudly over Tori's voice.
"Sorry, honey, what was that? Didn't quite catch it."
"A half-dozen donuts, please." Tori's cheeks were red and she knew her belly still felt bloated from her earlier muffins. What the hell was she doing? Six donuts? She couldn't eat that many.
"My coworker and my boss will love them," Tori said aloud, both assuring herself and the bakery worker. The older woman set to grabbing six huge donuts, of varying flavors, and placing them neatly in a small pink box.
"Where is it that you work?" The woman asked as she set up her donuts and rang her up. She placed the box in a plastic bag for easier carrying.
"Oh, just across the street. The office building right there."
"Oh, you'll be in all the time then! Here, this is our Frequent Snacker card. Every five purchases gets you anything you'd like for free!"
"Uhh, well, thank you."
Tori took the card, and the donuts, as if unsure. She pocketed the card, which already had one punch in it, and assured herself she wouldn't be back. The calories were hard to count in her head, and she already was struggling with her figure since the gym was gone.
Tori thanked her again and quickly hurried out the door and back to her desk, her stomach growling loudly the whole time. She still had about a half-hour of her lunch break left.
"Just one..." She whispered to herself as she opened the donut box, her eyes bugging at the size of them. Each donut was the size of two donuts combined. Six donuts felt more like 12! Despite her uneasiness, she picked up a glazed donut and nervously took a tiny bite.
Deliciousness. Richness. Pleasure.
She moaned loudly and leaned back, the donut in one hand as she took a massive bite out of it. Her mind shut off to all her trepidation and fear of getting fat. All she thought of were the donuts.
One turned into two. A bite turned into a mouthful. Two turned into three.
By the end of her lunch break, her shirt was littered with powdered sugar and crumbs. Her lipstick was stained with sugar. All six donuts had been demolished and Tori found herself sucking on her glazed fingers for more.
Her pants felt tighter than ever and she undid them beneath her desk, freeing her distended stomach. The bottom button of her dark purple blouse was straining against her bloated belly, and she undid that, too. A small roll of skin pushed ever so slightly forward and she looked down at herself.
Tori was nearly panting with pleasure and how quickly she stuffed herself. This feeling was new.
"O-oh god... oh no..." Her outfit was covered in food and her belly was twice the size it was this morning. Embarrassment flooded her and she pushed in her chair to hide her bloated body. Of course, it wasn't the end of the world, she tried to rationalize. She was just full from eating! She could work off those calories in no time and no one would bat an eye! Quickly, she shoved the donut box in the trash bin under her desk.
"Hey, Tori!" Tori looked up abruptly, startled. She feverishly wiped her mouth to hide her shame. It was one of her co-workers, a trim woman with dazzling red hair. She was holding a small pink box. "I got some donuts from that new place across the street. Have you tried it?"
"U-Uh... nope, not yet. You know me, not exactly a pastry lover..." Tori lied.
"Oh... that's a shame. They're really tasty! Of course, I only had a sample. I'd never touch any of that, you know. But I bought some donuts for the office. Do you want one?"
Tori's eyes glazed over as her co-worker opened the box, revealing six more of the huge donuts.
"I skipped lunch today," another lie from Tori. "Do you mind if I grab two?"
"Go right ahead! Here." Her co-worker plucked two from the box and placed them on a napkin on Tori's desk. "Enjoy!" The redheaded woman waved and walked off.
When the coast was clear, Tori grabbed one of the humongous donuts and shoved it greedily into her mouth, moaning the whole time. The pressure of her belly sent another unique pleasure down between her legs as she voraciously tore into the pastry. It was only a few minutes before both donuts were gone.
Her belly gurgled softly, overstuffed.
"Ooohhh... I'm never going back there..." Tori shakily went back to work, trying to ignore the tingling between her thin thighs and the fullness of her now rounded belly. "Gotta workout tonight."
Without realizing, she was massaging her stomach, leaning back in her chair with her buttons beginning to pull apart. Sticky syrup and sugar clung to the fabric.
– FIVE MONTHS LATER –
"Oh, dear, don't forget your new Frequent Snacker card!"
"Thanks, Margaret."
Tori made her way home after another long day, two bags full of goodies from Tiers of Joys in tow as a refreshingly cool summer dusk set in. She trudged up the stairs, panting slightly, and shoved her way into her apartment. The bags were placed onto the coffee table. She tugged off her coat and threw it on the couch.
First things first, it was time to get into more comfortable clothes.
Lately her work clothes were just getting too tight.
"I must have gained a few pounds... but I know for a fact those dryers downstairs have been ruining my clothes." Tori said aloud, ignoring the mirror as she slipped into a pair of pink sweatpants and a small white tank-top. Had she looked in the mirror, she'd realize just what Tiers of Joy had done to her body.
Eight months ago, when her gym was still around, Tori weighed a slim 104 pounds. Although she hadn't stepped on a scale in quite some time, she'd be shocked to find she was coming in at nearly 160 lbs. Compared to others, she wasn't fat. Plump, though, she was now definitely plump. But it was a stark contrast to her once athletic figure.
Once completely flat with a gentle hint of abs, her stomach now paunched outwards in a thickening belly. It pressed against every pair of pants, it and seemed even larger when she was seated. Which, now with the lack of a gym, she was quite often.
As she put her hair up in a soft pony-tail, she ignored how her arms slightly jiggled. Eagerly, she planted her now much fatter ass on the couch and flipped on the TV.
The first box of treats was opened.
Six donuts.
The box of donuts was laid open next to her, Tori's bright green eyes on the TV as she picked up her first donut and took a huge bite out of it.
"Mmmhhmmmm..." Her free hand unconsciously rested on her gut, her eyes glazed over. She kept eating. All around her apartment were various work-out related things. An exercise mat, kettle weights.
She had even bought a treadmill, and put it in the corner of her living room. In the past 3 months, she had used it four times, each instance being shorter than the last. Now, it has two coats and a scarf hanging off of it, relics from winter as summer ushered in.
Tori engrossed herself in her movie and kept eating.
God it was so good.
By the time the credits began rolling, an hour and a half later, Tori had torn her way through five boxes of donuts. Thirty donuts.
She was panting, moaning, as if she was ready to orgasm. Crumbs and sugar littered her tank-top, covering her expanded breasts. They had gone up two cup sizes, and now sagged gently with their own weight. That tank-top was rolled up over her belly, now large and round and swollen. It was packed full of sugar and gurgled softly. Her eyes left the TV and looked down at the damage she had done.
There was one more donut left, having been hidden by the empty boxes and bags.
Eagerly, Tori attempted to sit up and grab it, and gasped loudly when she felt the elastic of her sweatpants snap from within the stitches. At the same time, the back seam tore open, exposing her bare ass.
She still grabbed the donut and nearly shoved the whole thing in her mouth. Seams of her pants popped and tore, her distended belly sagging slightly.
Chapter 3
– BZZZ, BZZZ, BZZZ –
"Uughhh..." Tori awoke from the couch to the sound of her phone's alarm sounding. She felt groggy and struggled to sit up. At some point after her binge last night, she had passed out. The TV had automatically shut off, and after that it was lights out.
She slapped her hand onto her phone, swiping it open to shut off the alarm as she sat up slowly. Her exposed belly rolled forward like poured dough. It immediately growled. Tori stared blankly at her phone.
"CELIA'S BIRTHDAY"
Today, apparently, was her co-worker's birthday. She wondered about the consequences of not getting a card for this woman, then wrote it off immediately as a non-issue. Celia and Tori had been lukewarm at best about each other, constantly competing subtly in the office. Who was slimmer, whose shoes were more expensive, whose hair was better done, etc. Of course, none of this was spoken of.
"Ooommff..." Tori groaned as she slid off the couch, running a sticky hand through her soft brown hair. The remnants of her sweatpants slid off with her, exposing her chunky lower half. Thankfully, she hadn't overslept too much. She got right into her morning routine.
Shower, coffee and food, blow-dry, get dressed.
Unfortunately, she was lacking a proper breakfast this morning. By the time she had gotten out of the shower, where she carefully ignored the mirror and the flabby and fattened body she was washing, she was ravenous.
She tried to hurry getting dressed so she could get down to the bakery for something good to eat. Thoughts of donuts and croissants filled her brain.
"Ugh what the fuck... c'mon you bastard..." Tori was laying on her back, struggling with a pair of light grey dress pants. They were designer brand and today she was set on looking good in front of Celia. The clasp struggled to close around her fleshy middle, a thick slab of fat preventing any closure. The seams groaned as Tori tugged and pulled and struggled on the bed like a turtle on its back, cursing loudly the whole time.
Desperately, she sucked in her doughy gut and finally closed the pants, zipping them up as well. Breathing back out slowly, her fat tried to pour over the edge but she hiked the pants up higher over the bottom bulge of her belly.
"I must be getting my fucking period, I'm so bloated." Tori rationalized, flat-out lying to herself. With her stomach tucked into her pants, her muffin-top was very pronounced. Two flabby love-handles oozed over the pants and a noticeable camel-toe made an appearance.
She paired it with its matching designer top, which was equally small. The buttons were nearly bursting, especially tucked so neatly into the pants. She looked ready to burst at any moment.
When she stood, she ignored the mirror. If she had looked at herself, she would have fainted. Her outfit looked painted on over her new fat, her arm flab even straining the sleeves of her shirt. Even in her Gucci shoes, the pudge on her feet pressed tightly against the straps.
"Oooh... I'm so hungry..." Tori moaned, making her way to the door. She looked comical, shoved into this tiny outfit she must have been three sizes too chubby for now.
"Shit!" Tori swore loudly, realizing all her outfit-struggling left her already five minutes late for work. There was absolutely no time to stop into the bakery, unless she wanted a horrible tongue lashing from her boss. Very annoyed by this, Tori unwillingly headed straight for work, despite her stomach growling. She just had to make it to lunch, she decided.
– THE SAME DAY, 11:30 AM –
"Hey Tori, Michael is giving us an extended lunch for Celia's birthday. We got a cake in the break room!" Allison, the stunning redhead that had offered her those damning two donuts approached Tori's desk. "It’s from Tiers of Joy, you should see it! They really do make the most amazing cakes!"
"Oh, the bakery you mean?" Tori feigned ignorance, as if she had never stepped a foot into that bakery. "Sure, I'll be there in a minute." She also pretended to not be chomping at the bit to get into that break room. She was starving.
"Okie doke!" Allison waved, heading into the break room.
Tori waited for her to leave before tearing away from the desk and rushing to the break room, her quick movements drawing audible groans from her clothes’ seams. Her jaw nearly dropped.
Five tiers, covered in thick fondant icing and decorated with all sorts of fun flowers and balloons made of thick butter-cream icing. "Happy Birthday Celia" was written delicately in piping along the tiers. It had yet to be cut. Tori's stomach was screaming.
"Oh, Tori, hey!" It was Celia. Celia was a tall woman, thin with large breasts and tightly cropped blonde hair. She was gorgeous with large brown eyes, with a few freckles on her face.
"Morning Celia, happy birthday." Tori said absent-mindedly as she stared at the cake, unknowingly rubbing her belly. Celia could only smirk looking over Tori's inflated body. She looked like a stuffed pig.
"I'm about to cut the cake," Celia said softly, as if only to Tori. The brunette looked at her questioningly, unsure of the blonde woman's tone. "I bet you can't wait."
"Uhhhm, yeah, the cake looks great!" Tori tried to smile. The look on Celia's face was strange.
"Okay, time for cake!" Celia announced loudly, the other co-workers in the room who were chatting softly looked up and smiled.
There were a few moments of singing happy birthday, and then Allison offered Celia a large cake cutting knife.
"Birthday girl gets the first slice!" Allison giggled, motioning for Celia to start cutting. Celia obliged, cutting a modest piece and putting it on a paper plate, setting it aside for herself for later. She barely intended to eat it. She cut a few other people their slices, all normal modest slices. Some people, who didn't know Celia that well, took their slices to their desks. Tori anxiously awaited her turn.
Celia looked at her and smiled, cutting her a slice so massive it would normally be shared by three people. Tori took it awkwardly, her cheeks red and eyes entranced. Inwardly, she was delighted to be served such a huge piece. She was even too eager to take it back to her desk, she simply tore into it right there at the table in the break room.
Everyone else in the room seemed to fade away. It was Tori and the cake. Forkfuls weren't meek or shy, they were plentiful and greedy. Flecks of icing stained her shirt. A few of her co-workers began to stare at her, others looked away politely or simply didn't notice.
Celia's grin threatened to crack her face it was so wide. Allison noticed, but had no idea what to think. She just ate her normal slice slowly.
"Tiers of Joy is a great bakery, but I feel like I've gained some weight," Allison complained, having maybe gained five pounds at most. She flipped her red-orange hair over her shoulder.
"I can help you with that, Allie," Celia said softly, "I'll tell you later."
Tori was deaf to all of it, and when her plate was nearly empty, Celia cut her another slice of cake. It was even larger. Tori pulled it closer and dug in with pure gluttony. A few more people took back to their desks, disgusted by Tori's loud and messy binge.
"U-uhm... Tori…" Allison began, slightly concerned.
"Are you gonna finish that?" Tori said, mouth full of chocolate cake. Allison simply slid the paper plate over and Tori inhaled it. Allison scoffed and got up, wished Celia a happy birthday, and slowly went back to the desk. She flashed Tori a puzzled look over her shoulder.
Soon it was just Celia and Tori, and the cake.
Celia kept cutting her slices, and Tori kept wolfing them down, rubbing her bloating belly and moaning. Celia felt tempted to film it, but figured that'd be just too mean.
"Heya Celia, Tori. Happy birthday. Lunch break is almost over," Michael popped into the break room, knocking on the door to announce himself. Celia stood up and thanked him, taking a small red envelope from him. Tori snapped out of her food-induced stupor, and began to waddle slowly back to her desk.
Tori was glowing with being overfed, and overly sugared. Celia peered at the nearly vanquished cake – one person basically exclusively to blame. She said nothing as Tori left the room, walking so very slowly back to her desk.
Sitting down in her office chair, it finally happened. Every single button on Tori's shirt snapped off, her gut surging forward forcefully and snapping her pants open as well. Rolls of pale flab rushed in front of her and her chair creaked. Seams ripped, and she believes she felt her panties snap.
"H-holy... fuck, shit..." Tori was shaking, both from sugar and shock. Quickly, she took the spare sweater she kept on the back of her chair and pulled it on. It was tighter than holy hell, but it covered most of her gut. Her hands shook, but the pressure of her belly was sending waves of pressure down between her chubby thighs. Tori pulsed with pleasure, her hands massaging her stuffed stomach.
Celia was back in the break room, cleaning up. She then made her way to Allison's desk.
"By the way, you look great, Ally."
"Oh, thanks, Celia!" Allison giggled up at her, blushing. "You're so sweet."
"But if you're worried about getting a little bigger... I have an idea..." Celia grinned.
Chapter 4
The sound of a zipper slowly making its way up and coming to a close sounded heavenly to her.
Allison looked in the mirror, sliding her hands down the front of her brand new skirt with a huge smile. Those five pounds she had acquired had been shed, plus two more.
She looked better than ever, thanks to Celia's advice a couple months ago.
– TWO MONTHS EARLIER –
"But... if you're worried about getting fat, I have an idea," Celia grinned.
Allison blinked, confused. Was it a new diet to try, or maybe a new exercise? Was there even an exercise to help NOT walk into Tiers of Joy?
"You walk into Tiers of Joy pretty often, right? Before Tori gets in?"
"Uhm, yeah... I think that's what did me in..." Allison was embarrassed, looking down at the tiny layer of pudge pressing against her skirt.
"Try this. Grab what you want from Tiers of Joy, eat what you can before Tori walks in, and then just give the rest to her. ...We both know she loves that bakery, if you know what I mean." Celia raised a long, perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Allison bit her lip. "Of course, you know, jogging every day works too. Unless you just jog right into that bakery and end up like poor Tori..."
The idea of ballooning up like Tori sealed the deal.
"Oh no no. I'm in, I'll give it a shot." Allison nodded resolutely.
From now on, whatever she got from Tiers of Joy, she just gave to Tori.
– PRESENT DAY –
Tori lowered herself onto her desk chair, huffing and puffing. Over the 60 days, her old chair felt like it was shrinking. Or maybe her ass was growing. After settling in at her desk, Tori looked up to realize there was something resting on her keyboard.
It was a small mirror.
Tori stared at it, seeing only the very bottom half of her face and down to her gut. At that angle, her belly looked like a mountain of fat. She could see the jiggling pound of fat that hung off her face in a double-chin. She could see her upper arms oozing over the crease of her elbow.
But her belly was what took up most of the mirror.
A dome, a blob, rolling over her pants and onto her thunder thighs. It was beginning to split into two halves, a top and bottom roll. When she touched it, she realized how soft it was and how much it jiggled. Even under her clothes, it bounced and wobbled. God, even her hands were looking fat.
'I must weigh 150 lbs.!' Tori thought, alarmed by this. She was just a little bit behind the curve.
Since Celia’s plan went into motion, via Allie as a proxy, Tori gained 27 lbs. from being constantly offered extra treats, plus what she was putting away on her own time. It had been an endless onslaught of food, placing her at 187 lbs.
"Morning, Tori!" Allison placed two pink boxes on Tori's desk, and was gone as quickly as she came. Feeling pretty down about herself, Tori grabbed both boxes and opened them. Eclairs. A dozen of them, in each box.
As she started in on them, her free hand opened up her Facebook page on her computer. The picture was nearly a year old, completely outdated and inaccurate now. She clicked on it. It was her at the beach, her skin tanned and glowing, her hot-pink bikini leaving nothing to the imagination. God she was so hot. So toned, so thin, so athletic.
She flipped through a couple more pictures, most of which had been taken in the gym. She was flexing in a few.
Tori stared at old pictures of herself while she shoved eclairs in her mouth, cream and chocolate smudging across her double-chin. Her hand left her computer mouse, snuck up under her stretched-out sweater and started massaging her gut. She had eaten so much dough in the past half-year, her body was starting to resemble dough!
"Tori! Tori, Tori, Tori..." It was Michael, her boss. "Listen, I need you to do something for me. It’s important."
Tori quickly snapped her hand out from under her shirt, and thanked God Michael hadn't noticed. She did, however, continue to shove the eclairs past her sticky lips. Michael watched her for a moment before continuing.
"I need you to run these documents uptown to a client, it's important and has to get to them today and apparently their FAX machine isn't working. I'm going to loan you the company car, and some petty cash for food since it is about an hour away with this traffic. It's gotta be now though, OK?" Michael tapped Tori's desk with his knuckles, not waiting for a response from his overfed employee. "Thanks, Tor!"
'More like Thor with those thunder thighs, holy shit...' Michael thought as he walked away, laughing softly to himself at his own joke.
"Mmmfff!" Tori tried to respond, mouth full of eclair.
Unwillingly, Tori struggled out of her chair, her belly sagging down as she stood up. She grabbed the petty cash Michael had left on her desk, along with the keys to the company car. And, of course, the remaining eclairs.
– ONE HOUR LATER –
The documents had been successfully dropped off, and the eclairs had long ago been wolfed down. Tori was now headed back to the office, her belly grumbling for more food.
"Mmmhmm... so hungry..." Tori moaned, two words she moaned several times a day, every day. Hungry. So hungry. More. More food — Her brain chemistry slowly altering.
She immediately pulled into a McDonald’s drive-thru.
Despite having gained 70 pounds, Tori had not been to a McDonalds in years. Her food had mostly come from Tiers of Joy, and of course the grocery store. Occasionally pizza and Chinese, but not McDonald’s.
"Welcome to McDonald’s, what can I get you?" The voice crackled over the drive-thru intercom.
"Uuuhhhh..." Tori wasn't sure what she wanted, her eyes madly scanning the menu. She felt so guilty, her former thin self screaming against this. Nothing on this menu was healthy. Her stomach roared. "Yeah hi... can I get... Two bacon clubhouse sandwiches, crispy. And two double quarter-pounders with cheese..."
"Okay, will that complete your order?"
"One big mac, one large fry... no... two large fries, a large vanilla shake... and a large coke."
"...Okay... is everything correct on the screen?"
"Yep."
"OK, drive around to the second window."
Tori nearly ripped the bags when she was finally served her food. She handed over the money her boss gave her, plus some of her own, and pulled into the parking lot.
She stared at the food, unsure where to start. She opened her Big Mac and took a nervous bite. Grease flooded her mouth, savory decadence. She moaned loudly, why hadn’t she eaten this before? The burger didn't stand a chance. She was quick to open her second one, one hand wrapped around a burger and the other digging into fries.
Thousands of calories raced by, her belly bloating up with the heavy salt and grease. She chugged the coke to help it digest, and kept glutting herself.
To avoid staining her shirt, she rolled it all the way up and exposed her fat stomach which was mashed against the steering wheel.
"Oh god." Tori moaned through a mouthful of food. "I'm so fucking fat... mmfff... but... mfgg... so good... oh god..." Dabs of ketchup splattered her pale fat and she wiped it off, licking her fingers. She felt a pulse between her legs watching the flab jiggle and wobble like a tub of lard. "Mmmffff..." Tori started stuffing her mouth to the brim, testing to see how big her bites could be. How much food she can fit in herself at once.
She undid her pants, pulled them down just past her quivering ass cheeks, and shoved her hand between her legs, struggling to even get her hand between the steering wheel and under her heavy gut. One hand fed her, the other hand fucked her.
The next hour flew by as Tori pleasured and stuffed herself in the McDonald's parking lot.
– BACK AT THE OFFICE –
She returned just in time to park the company car, leave a note for Michael saying everything went well, grab her belongings, and head home for the day.
Or, really, to stop at the bakery.
She was still stuffed from McDonald’s, but she couldn't pass up Tiers of Joy on her way home. She'd never dream of it.
"Hey Tori, how was your day?" Margaret was behind the counter as usual, just finishing up baking something apparently from the flour coating her apron.
"Good..." Tori said, resting a hand on her protruding stomach, her shirt still covered with grease and sauce. Margaret stared down at that belly and smiled proudly.
"What can I get ya?"
"Do you have any pre-made cakes?"
"Sure! Have a party coming up tonight?"
"Uhh... yeah... something like that." Tori blushed and Margaret's smile widened. They both knew there was no party.
"Can I get three regular-sized round cakes?" Tori felt another pulse between her legs.
"Sure can! Must be a huge party, Tori." Margaret bent under the counter and took two birthday cakes out, then bent down again to get the third. She packaged them.
"Yeah... it’s shaping up to be pretty massive..." Tori stared down at her belly and bit her lip. It gurgled back at her.
Chapter 5
– SIX WEEKS LATER –
"But sweetheart, your father and I miss you terribly. Your sister is visiting for two weeks for belated Labor Day vacation, I just think it'd be nice if you came out too."
Tori rolled her eyes to herself, her cellphone resting on her gut as she spoke to her mother through speaker. It freed up her hands for eating today’s choice of chocolate cake.
"Mom... I'd have to ask Michael for time off. Two weeks is a long time."
Her voice was muffled by a mouthful of cake.
"Well if you can't do it, you can't do it... we just miss you. Labor Day used to be such a wonderful time for us.”
Tori rolled her eyes again. Oh, the guilt trip. There was a long pause, and just when she knew her mother would start in again, she gave in.
"Fine, fine, Mom. Let me ask Michael tomorrow, and I'll call you when I have news. Okay?"
"Oh, sweetie, we're going to have so much fun! I'll tell your father, oh he misses you, too. And Cassandra will be thrilled to see you! Oh god, I have to start cleanin-"
"Mom, I said... if I get time off."
The conversation went back and forth for several more minutes before Tori hung up finally, and started eating her third cake slice.
Truthfully, the brunette did miss her mother. The woman had her eccentricities, but she was kind and always meant well. Her father wasn't the most verbose or affectionate, but he too always had good intentions. Tori's sister was also a good person, though slightly jealous.
Tori had always been the older, hotter, and more athletic of the two.
She looked down at herself, briefly regarding how massive her belly had gotten. Surely, her sister Cassandra was much bigger. Her mother would hardly notice, the brunette assumed.
This was far from the truth.
– ONE WEEK LATER –
"That'll be forty bucks... ma'am... Ma'am."
A taxi driver barked, his head turned slightly over the seat to get a better look at the sight in his backseat. Tori sat, taking up most of the cramped taxi cab, shoving her fifth Cinnabon into her mouth and rubbing her sagging belly.
"Hey lady, you wanna stop stuffing yourself and pay me or what?"
"Mhfmm... yeah.. one second..."
One hand helped the fat and sticky Cinnabon down Tori's gullet, the other fished for some cash in her purse. The money was covered in sugar when it was handed over. Tori shoved herself out of the cab, got her luggage from the back and stared at the small brown house in front of her.
"VICTORIAAA!" The door slammed open and a tall, attractive if not slightly aged, blonde woman came barrelling down the steps with her arms opened. She stopped suddenly, right before hugging Tori, and gasped despite herself. Quickly, the blonde regained her composure and hugged the obese girl before her.
"Hi, mom." Tori mumbled into the woman's shoulder. She was wondering if they had any food in the house.
"Is that Tori? Hey, big sis!"
From the house emerged another brunette girl who looked very much like Tori, or at least the old Tori. Tall like her mother, Cassandra leaned against the banister of the porch looking very tan and very slim. Her breasts had been clearly augmented, much like her lips. Her abs, however, were all natural and completely exposed by her skimpy outfit – Biking shorts and a lemon-yellow, skin-tight workout top.
"Woah... big sis indeed..." Cassie sauntered over to her mother and sister with a sly grin on her face. She did seem very shocked at her sister's recent weight gain. "Holy shit..."
"Cassie! Shush. Tori, you look as... uhm... your hair is so gorgeous, what conditioner have you been using?"
Tori stood there before her mother and sister awkwardly. Both of them tall and gleaming, Tori looking like a frumpy, sweaty mess due to the toasty weather. The latter wore an ill-fitting T-shirt, her belly button imprint clearly visible and her chunky arms pushing the sleeves up to her shoulders. Her jean shorts were completely inappropriate, her cellulite-pocketed legs on full display.
In vain, she attempted to pull her shirt over her stomach. A thick roll of pale fat refused to be covered up and she felt Cassie's soft blue eyes staring at it. Out of habit and nervousness, Tori began to rub her overfed gut.
"What's for dinner?"
– LATER THAT NIGHT –
"Does anyone want seconds?" Tori's mother, Matilda, asked the table; ignoring the fact that Tori was already on her fourth plate.
"No thanks, mom, gotta keep this body in shape." Cassandra patted her flat stomach, winking purposefully at her sister who didn't notice, who was simply shoveling spoonfuls of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
"Atta girl. So proud of you for dropping all that weight. Maybe... you... could... give Tori some tips on... how you did it?" Matilda was staring at Tori with wide eyes, amazed at how much food was disappearing into her daughter's ever growing stomach.
"Oh mom, you know Tori. She's a total gym-nut! I bet she could teach ME some tips.. Right, Tori?" Cassie grinned, sipping her wine.
Tori's father was silent during this, occasionally shaking his head in disagreement.
The dinner lasted 2 hours, and Tori ate everything before her.
She kept up the conversation as much as she could, but ultimately it was all about the food. Mashed potatoes, steak, garlic-soaked green beans, macaroni and cheese, bread rolls with butter... it was all heavenly, her mom pulled out all the stops.
Eventually, her parents ventured off to bed. Matilda gave both her daughters a hug and kiss before departing, mumbling something about having cooked too much as she went upstairs.
"You know, we're sharing the basement since both our rooms are either storage or have a tanning bed in them." Cassie said, scrolling through her phone and sipping her wine. She had stopped eating hours ago.
Tori sat back, her shorts undone and her panties nearly bursting. Her shirt was stained with wine, water, butter, and steak juice, and it was rolled up over her round belly. Her budding third chin was shiny with butter and her face was flushed with the effort of binging.
"Y-yeah... mom... said that..." Tori was panting, feeling as if she had finally come up for air. "I'm gonna go to bed... tired..."
Cassandra openly laughed at her sister as she tried numerous times to get out of her dining chair. It took her forever just to make it out of the kitchen and into the basement, finally collapsing onto one of the two beds in the finished basement. She rolled onto her back, staring down at her distended stomach in horror.
It gurgled and grumbled from its stuffing, and all Tori could think of was how fat she felt... and how delicious all that food had been. She couldn’t wait to have more.
A few minutes passed, and she passed out in overfed slumber.
------zzzzzzz------
"Hey... hey big fat sis, wake up."
"H-huh?"
Tori snorted awake, seeing her sister Cassie sitting on her bed with a chocolate cake on a plate in her lap.
"C'mon... we didn't get a chance to talk at all. All you did was eat!"
"I-I was hungry... what's that?" Tori eyed the chocolate cake immediately.
"Did you notice how good I look now?"
Tori sat up a bit and nodded. "Oh Cassie, sure, you look great now. You look like you lost a hundred pounds."
"And you must have found it! Haha... well... hey, do you remember what you said to me when Rick and I got married?" Cassie began cutting the cake with a smile on her face. Tori watched her.
"Uh…"
"You said, you were 'So glad I found someone that could love me for who I was... on the inside.'" Cassie leaned over and brought the chocolate cake slice to Tori's lips. Tori pushed it away gently.
"Oh, hey, c'mon, you know that's not what I meant... Also, no thanks, I'm full." Tori couldn't keep her eyes off that cake. It was moist, triple layered, and covered in thick chocolate frosting. She was not full, and Cassie called her bluff.
"Oh please, you are not full. I saw how you ate. You're never full, are you?" Cassie pushed the slice of cake into her sister's mouth and Tori accepted it. Tori moaned, eating the whole slice in a few bites. Cassandra was quick to cut another one. "I was always your porky little sister... you were always the hot athlete... and now... you're a big, big fatty! And I had no idea!"
Cassandra sat up suddenly, straddling her older sister loosely while putting the cake platter on Tori's jiggling exposed gut. She fed her another slice, which Tori reluctantly ate.
"Goddamn, Tori, you can't say no to this food can you? How much weight have you gained?"
Tori shot her a nasty look.
"Get the fuck off me, Cassie, we're not teenagers anymore. We're not roughhousing. Plus, I gained like 20 pounds. You're acting like I'm a cow!"
Cassandra laughed out loud.
"Twenty?! Oh... I know what we're doing after you eat this fucking cake. This is for all the years you tortured and teased me. I'm going to send you home too fat to turn back... which, hey, you probably already are."
As she spoke, Cassie shoved bigger pieces of cake into Tori's mouth. Chocolate smeared all over her sister's chubby face, each roll of fat under her chin covered in frosting. Tori resisted at first, attempting feebly to get her younger sister off her but it was no use. She was too weak, too stuffed, and too in love with the taste of that cake.
"You want more, sis? Are you hungry?" Cassie took the last piece of the cake, which was huge, and withheld it from her sister. Tori stared at it, then looked at her sister.
"...m-more.."
"What was that? I can't hear you."
"More... m'hungry... give me more..."
Cassie grinned and shoved the whole slice into her sister's mouth, which Tori gladly ate. Finally, her sister slid off of her and sat next to her rubbing her gut.
"Night one down, 13 nights to go, fatty Tori. Now let's get you weighed, hm?"
Chapter 6
– ONE WEEK LATER –
"Seven more pounds... that brings you in at... move your gut again! There we go. 226 lbs. One pound a day."
Cassie grinned up at her sister, leaning over to stare at the number on the scale. It teetered between 226 and 227 lbs. Tori stared down at her belly, barely able to see the numbers on the scale.
"Aaand, as a celebration to the fact that you're now the fat sister, I got you something. Wait here." Cassie left the bathroom, and Tori stepped off the scale. She stared at herself in the full length mirror in awe. Dressed in only a tiny bra and a pair of jean shorts, the brunette looked truly fat. Her frame wasn't very tall like her sister and mother were, and the fat piled up nicely. Her belly was the biggest part, as it began to hint at the crease of a double belly. Its droop creeped toward her crotch and domed out in front of her – blinding Tori to her feet.
"Here we go! Now, enjoy, Tubby Tori. I'm going for a run."
Cassandra handed Tori three bags of food from McDonald’s, an extra large milkshake, and finally another cake. This one had white icing and chocolate sprinkles. Tori sat down on the toilet seat, bags of food around her, and rubbed her belly. Cassie left with a giggle and a wink, a slap of her sister's gut.
"Mhhfmm..." Tori was already tearing into the first burger, grease dripping down her chins and onto her pale fat stomach. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she ate with reckless abandon.
Her thoughts went back to her night at McDonald’s, the night her boss sent her uptown to deliver some documents. She remembered how wet she got... she remembered what she did in the parking lot.
"Oh god..." Tori moaned, one burger in each hand. She was stuffing herself like never before, trying to fill her belly as fast as she could and as much as she could. It was so good. She felt a pulsing between her thighs growing stronger and she leaned forward to squeeze her belly between her flabby thighs. Her fat belly pushed against her plump pussy, which wettened further with every bite.
"Mfmm... oh god... so fat... I'm getting so... so fat..." Tori was panting, stopping in her binge momentarily to grab her stomach. She rubbed it, jiggled it, raised it, dropped it, wobbled it, massaged it. Tori undid her shorts, spread her thighs and shoved her hands between her legs. "I-I'm such a pig... can't stop... oh god... so fuckinging fat... mmhhhmm... mfffm..." Her free hand shoved more food into her mouth.
She could feel her belly growing outwards.
Her eyes looked up to the wall in front of her for the first time and she gasped in shock, nearly ** on a mouthful of McRib.
Before her, Cassie had taped a few pictures on the bathroom wall.
Pictures of Tori, 104 lbs and beautiful, sprawled out at the beach. At the gym. At bars, with men hanging off of her. A picture of her and Cassie at Cassie's wedding, Tori looking luminous and Cassandra looking too plump for her dress.
And a few other pictures. Polaroids.
One was her sleeping, taken recently. She looked like a beached whale, and the flash of the picture painted her skin completely white. Her belly was huge in the picture, her chins obvious and her breasts sagging to either side over her gut. Tori's arms approached the thickness of some people's legs, fat beginning to drop over her elbows. This picture was right next to the one of her at the beach, laying down in a similar way but looking completely different.
Pictures of her fatness were before her at every angle, and she had no idea her sister had ever taken a single one.
Tori kept eating, kept rubbing herself, staring at these pictures.
The strap of her bra snapped off, her breasts oozing forward and draping over her gut. The food from McDonald’s had been gobbled up and she moved onto the cake. Tori realized she was never given a fork, and without a second thought, she grabbed a fistful of the treat and pushed it into her mouth.
The cake never stood a chance.
– ONE WEEK LATER –
"And, for our last night with our girls, I thought we'd all go to that buffet down the road. You used to love it, Cassandra, back in your porky days. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Matilda was grinning in the kitchen, her daughters seated at the table. Tori was munching on her second bag of potato chips, Cassie simply flipping through a magazine.
"A buffet?" Cassandra looked up at her mom and smiled, then gave Tori a look. "That sounds great mom! They have great food... are you trying to have two fat daughters?"
"Shut up, Cassie." Tori finally said, putting down the chips. Matilda's smile faded and she wrung her hands nervously. "I'm not fat... I just got a little chunky."
Cassie stared at Tori in disbelief, unsure how her sister could still cling to that lie. She was truly stunned how deep Tori's denial went, even after the two weeks of feeding she forced on her.
"Okay, okay. No quarreling, girls. Let's get going to the buffet. Jim!" Matilda walked out of the kitchen, calling for her husband and urging him to get ready.
"You're such a bitch sometimes, you know that?" Tori mumbled, starting in on her potato chips again.
"I'm only giving you what you gave me years ago... Now let's make a deal." Cassie leaned forward, closing her magazine. "You eat two plates at this buffet, and that's it, and I will do anything you want. Plus, I'll agree that you're not fat, you're just a little chunky."
"Anything I want? Jeez Cassie we're not 10 years old. But fine, then we agree that I got a little chunky and I'm just gonna lose the weight by the time I see you again."
"Sure. Fine. But if you eat more than two plates, any more at all... and you let me film you and put it on TikTok."
"F-film me?" Tori stopped eating and stared at her sister in shock. "You're fucked up you know that... film me doing what?"
"Doing what you do best, Tubby Tori. Eating."
– AT THE BUFFET –
"Remember, Tori, two plates and that's it. Otherwise, I win," Cassie whispered to her sister behind her at the buffet line, watching Tori load up her first plate with heaps of everything in front of her. Fried chicken, stuffed mushrooms, mashed potatoes, french fries, pasta. "Wooo... two plates of that shit and we're gonna have to roll you outta here. Sure those pants have stretch?"
"Sure the little fatty inside you can help herself, Cassie?" Tori shot back, glaring as her plate grew heavier and heavier and soon too heavy to hold. Cassie ground her teeth, and put back a piece of fried chicken in resolution. Tori was the fat sister now, not her.
The dinner conversation was pleasant, even funny at times and the family was having a good time. Cassie, however, seemed distracted. She was staring at her sister who was putting away everything before her.
It was no time at all before her second plate was finished.
Tori bit her lip and put her hand on her belly, undoing her pants under the table subtly. She wanted so much more. Especially dessert. Oooh but that pasta was so good, so heavy. Her pussy throbbed.
"All done, Tori?" Cassie asked, fakely.
"Yep. All done. I'm full." Tori said slowly, her fist curling around her fork.
"Oh sweetie please, don't be shy. If you want another plate, go get one. We're not judging," Matilda said kindly, looking to her husband for support. Jim shook his head.
"Don't encourage her, Tilly."
"Jim! Shh!"
"Yes, Victoria, if you want more food you should get it. Do you want more?" Cassie pushed with an arched eyebrow.
"Nope, I'm good," Tori looked away, tapping her foot nervously under the table. Her stomach erupted in a deafening growl, an urge for more food. The family pretended not to hear it.
"Well, I'm getting more. Be right baaack!" Cassandra got up with her plate, and returned a few minutes later with a plate so huge and heavy it could have fed all four of them and then some. Matilda was stunned and Jim simply checked his phone and sipped his beer.
"Want some, Tori?"
Cassie took a few bites of a couple things off the plate, but ultimately gave up very quickly. She sighed loudly, patted her flat stomach and smiled.
"Eyes bigger than my stomach these days. C'mon Tori, have some. Don't let it go to waste." The thinner sister picked up a massive spoonful of buttery mashed potatoes and held it to her sister's face. "I know you want it, Tubby Tori."
Tori tried to resist but she quickly gave in and took the spoonful into her mouth and swallowed. Cassie's plate was soon Tori's plate, and it was demolished in minutes.
Three plates.
Four plates.
Tori knew she should stop, she knew not only was her family staring but so were the other patrons. She knew she was screwed, that she lost the bet. She knew her belly was growing full and massive. She knew she was waddling and panting and moaning like a brooding sow.
Five plates.
Six plates.
At seven plates, Tori finally stopped, and she was a sight.
Her jeans were undone, and her fat was pouring over her waistband in a large muffin-top. Her navel was deep and exposed, her shirt even starting to rip at the sides. Tori's chins looked thicker than ever, her neck disappearing sometime during the past two weeks. Covered in food and a thin layer of sweat, and soaked between her giant thighs, Tori was finally finished and rubbing her belly like a satisfied pig.
"Ok girls, let's head home. Gotta drive Tori to the airport tomorrow! And Cassie you have to drive back, so let's go." Matilda sounded concerned and a bit annoyed, and her husband was silent. They got up from the table, collected their things, and waited for their daughters. "Cassie... help Tori out of that chair. We'll be in the car." Matilda turned and left.
"Well, you know this means I win... by a landslide." Cassie announced proudly, getting up to heave her swollen sister out of the chair. Tori got up slowly, arching her back like a pregnant woman. Her shirt ripped further.
"How do you feel, Tori?"
"...Fat as fuck."
Chapter 7
– TWO WEEKS LATER –
Tori returned home from her family's a different woman. The constant onslaught of fattening treats, happily supplied by her vindictive sister, pushed her appetite into extreme overdrive – and it had yet to disengage. But beyond that, she found the sexual thrill crescendo higher and higher with every food-driven orgasm into which she forced herself.
In her mind, she struggled to separate the euphoria of stuffing her face and finger-banging her pussy, further experimenting with both simultaneously. Every day she spent on her couch alone with her naughty thoughts, naked growing body, and piles of cupcakes and donuts from her favorite bakery continued to slowly split her from the old, fitness-obsessed pretty girl she used to be.
As such, the situation currently stood like this: she dreaded her return to work after a month of pure bliss, but her PTO finally ran dry and she was forced to return to reality.
She knew she put on an egregious amount of weight when she tried on her work wardrobe the Sunday morning prior to her return and found almost nothing that fit adequately, save for a few formerly oversized sweaters and leggings that looked stretched to the absolute max. Already critically low on underwear as well, Tori finally accepted that she needed to visit the mall.
– 2 HOURS LATER –
Once she arrived and heaved herself out of her car, a few fast food wrappers blowing out into the wind, the sensation rang differently than in the past. Back in her peak gym days, she’d spend the weekend finding attractive, designer outfits at the trendiest stores and flaunting them on her size 1 frame, twisting the rubber necks of passersby.
Now, however, she often felt invisible to the public eye, and the few looks she did draw were usually ones of pity or disgust.
People would observe her in her strained wardrobe of sweats and T-shirts, which forced bulges at every crease and fold of her flabby body. Her ponderous gut crested every waistband despite Tori’s repeated efforts to contain it, and her boobs hung too heavy to be held in place by any of her bras, which facilitated hoodies and blanket scarves to obscure her drooping knockers. There was no way to hide her chunky arms though, which were fast approaching the girth of her former 104-pound self’s legs.
A blooming muffin top sat exposed just above her cellulite-peppered ass, which finally started to catch up to her front-facing features in sheer girth. Despite her muscles and shapely tone holding out as long as they could, they finally yielded to an avalanche of adipose. Each cheek went from shapely round and taut to inflated and pillowy with a pronounced wobble with every step. Her legs long before suffered a similar fate, drowning out her pussy and sealing a thigh gap that many women could only dream of.
Perhaps most tragic, however, was the complete disappearance of her chiseled jawline.
Her pronounced double chin would veer into triple chin territory depending on which angle she looked at, a testament to her full year of pure gluttony. Her puffy cheeks disguised perky cheekbones that used to perfectly underline her lustrous jade green eyes. For a woman who could’ve been easily mistaken for an amateur model on her best day, her downfall into societal obscurity became all the more stark – a top 5% appearance cratered somewhere deep into the rest of the 95%, by most people’s judgment anyway.
With her regular gait approaching dangerously close to a waddle, Tori shuffled slowly and anonymously through the long, crowded strings of retail shops and specialty stores. She debated two thoughts in her mind: "Should I even bother to visit my old go-to's of Neiman Marcus or Nordstrom?” and “What am I getting for a snack?”
Naturally, the latter took priority as she came upon the food court, her new Mecca.
She stopped for a moment to bask in the deluge of enticing aromas. Some scents faintly appealed to her, like those from the health-geared, build-your-own-grain-bowl kiosk or the cleaner alternatives of California Pizza Kitchen. But she quickly forgot those when the overwhelming sweetness of Cinnabon and Mrs. Fields Cookies met her nostrils, and it only spiraled from there with the fried fragrances of Burger King and McDonald’s – her new default dinners. For the hottest of moments, she considered a DYI buffet of epic proportions but told herself to behave, at least for today.
Though she wolfed down three McMuffins and 5 hashbrowns not even an hour ago on her drive over, her stomach growled demandingly at her like she hadn’t eaten since the night prior. It would be rude to refuse its call, and while the sugary delights of a gooey treat sounded perfect, Tori knew her latest Frequent Snacker card from Tiers of Joy was just one punch away from a free, giant stacked cake that she’d been eyeing up for days.
So as not to dilute the joy of her welcome-back-to-work party for one, her eyes shifted to a new stand: Auntie Anne’s Pretzels.
Her piggish proclivities had yet to expand into this realm, but that was about to change in a buttery, salty extravaganza. She smiled as she approached the kiosk’s glowing pretzel twist sign.
Chapter 8
As she reached the front of the line, Tori’s tummy roared even louder as the rich combination of savory and sweet menu items bedazzled her food-starved brain.
She eyed classic, cinnamon sugar, and even pizza pretzels, both full-sized and in nugget form, and those were all accompanied by a variety of cheeses and dips. Pretzel hot dogs offered a lunch-focused twist, while drink dispensers of brightly colored lemonades bubbled beautifully under the fluorescent lights.
In the moment the lanky teenage cashier asked her what she’d like, she snapped.
“Oh hi! I’ll take a bucket of pizza nuggets, two original pretzels, a cinnamon sugar pretzel, two pretzel dogs, and a large blue raspberry lemonade. Wait, wait! And two cups each of all the dippers, please.”
The boy stood mildly slack-jawed as his finger wildly traced over the POS system, anxious that he correctly input this land whale's gigantic order. After he repeated it back and confirmed everything was correct, she nodded happily and gave him her credit card. Then she waited.
It took less than 5 minutes to receive her smorgasbord, but for Tori it felt agonizingly slow.
She was pathetically spilling into full-on starvation mode now, cradling her aching tummy as it continued to torment her with rumbles and groans. In the fastest burst of movement she mustered all day, she greedily swiped the packed tray upon the calling of her number and jiggled back to her table.
With a quiet pant of anticipation, she looked over her bounty and went for the pretzel dogs first and ripped open a cup of honey mustard for dunking. With three giant swipes of tangy sauce and subsequent bites per dog, the first menu items quickly met their demise.
Over the next 10 minutes, Tori put on a little show.
The pizza pretzel nuggets were drowned in marinara and shoved down her gullet. The two original pretzels got torn to bits and dunked in an assortment of cream cheese, nacho cheese, and even caramel, her frenzied chewing stopped only for giant gulps of super-sweet lemonade and the rare finger lick to catch excess butter. While it might’ve marveled the few strangers who happened to lock eyes onto this spectacle, this became the new normal for Tori. With each feast, the dopamine hit became bigger and bigger…along with the rest of her.
She did slow down slightly as she reached the final victim of her mid-morning snack: the cinnamon sugar pretzel. Her sweet tooth prevailing over all, it drew a special sparkle from her piggish gaze as she used the rest of the caramel and both cups of the sweet glaze to smother the twist.
She leaned back in satisfaction, surveying the complete erasure of her tray as she recovered for the next 15 minutes or so.
The only foodstuffs that remained were some half-empty dipper cups, which she decided to finish off with a few flicks of her pudgy fingers. A multi-colored menagerie of sauces painted her double chin and light blue shirt, as well as a full-frontal of salt, crumbs, and sugar. After stifling a belch, she brushed off the crumbs, wrapped her scarf in a way that at least partially concealed the stains, and dumped her tray as she could no longer avoid her dreaded clothes shopping excursion.
Chapter 9
Tori trudged along even slower than before as she digested her massive “snack”, getting slightly out of breath as her stomach felt inhibitively taut. If she barely looked put together when she arrived, she looked completely disheveled now.
Her expanded tummy officially conquered her the waistband of her sweats, resulting in a pronounced crescent of creamy pale fat emerging from underneath her shirt. The entirety of her pants got pushed down, resulting in the top of her ass crack being in plain view as each overinflated ass cheek fought for space.
While embarrassment hit nowhere near as hard as it used to, and in fact excited her more and more, Tori was feeling self-conscious being around so many people so she decided the messy shirt was a better look than her exposed lower half.
She took her scarf and barely tied it around her waist to serve as a makeshift skirt. She’d have to be careful, or 10 more pounds would absolutely eliminate this backup plan.
With her dilemma now temporarily relieved, she finally huffed her way into her first stop: JCPenney.
She’d never really frequented this slowly failing department store, as she dismissed the style as better suited to moms, grandmas, and wallflowers. But with a store credit card that offered great deals and a robust “plus size” section, Tori felt this was the best way to solve her clothes dilemma without taking away from her increased food budget.
So with a tinge of sadness, Tori flicked through what felt like dozens of racks. We’re talking about an entire wardrobe replacement, so that meant short-sleeves, long-sleeves, jeans, work blazers, suit pants, dresses, pajamas and, the big one, underwear.
But before even finding pieces she even liked, or at least tolerated, she needed to pin down her size.
At 5-foot-5, she was both wide and deep, pushing her top size well into multi-XL territory. Her denial didn’t really allow her to register this possibility at first, as she tried feebly to squeeze her tits and gut into ill-fitting L and XL shirts. After several minutes of struggling and wobbling, she was exhausted and sweaty as sat on the trying room bench, a large pile of tops stationed next to her.
She meekly reached for the lone 2X she grabbed, a flowy coral orange blouse, and slipped it over her head. It fit well enough.
Partly out of necessity and partly out of relief, she exhaled and re-focused herself. From there she picked out a decent variety of shirts to make it through her professional and personal life. Tori exercised some foresight as well and picked up a half-dozen 3X tops as well. Whether she gained more weight or not, she didn’t want to come back here for a long time.
Then came the pants, which went easier since Tori had a better bearing now on what her size was. Size 18 wasn’t really cutting it (well, they were if you count the waistbands cutting into her burgeoning double belly). But she nestled well into 20s, which caused a drop in her stomach. Roughly a year ago, she was a size 2 singular.
She followed the same process as the tops, picking out a wide variety of styles in both size 20 and even 22 to ensure she’d be set for the long haul. She’d be getting risky if she went past that, however, as JCPenny went up only to 24s.
More than an hour elapsed in her journey, and all Tori wanted to do was take a long shower, get her nightly food haul, and nestle into her precious couch. Her days of relishing any and all physical activity seemed totally foreign to her now. But she still needed bras and panties, which meant doing something she hadn’t done since her parents’ – stripping down in front of the full-length mirror.
After struggling out of her last pair of pants, she clumsily slid her panties (already halfway down her ass) past her tree-trunk legs, and she basked in her completely naked form.
She had avoided mirrors since her harrowing feed-a-ganza with Cassie, but she knew she had already put on a significant amount of weight in just the 3 weeks since that moment. If she mustered the courage to check the scale, it would’ve told her 242 pounds – 16 pounds in less than a month.
With feedings like her mid-morning pretzel snack being common course, her body crossed over a hump and yielded to the daily caloric onslaught that was Tori’s hedonistic diet. She would certainly slow down at some point, that’s just how body chemistry works, but the end didn’t seem to be quite in sight.
Without undies to stop it, Tori’s bloated gut slumped halfway down her groin, combining with her fupa to almost block out her womanhood from view. Her most impressive feature, Tori absent-mindedly caressed her flabby belly, angry red stretch marks covering most of her lower roll. Her fingers glided up to her deep navel, which was starting to become compressed due to her rapidly developing upper roll, threatening to fold into a true double belly.
She bit her lip and harshly grabbed a handful of gut, wobbly vigorously and watching the resulting shockwaves pulse through the rest of her. She was getting wet again.
Tori brushed off her 140-pound weight gain to everyone who shockingly asked about it, but internally she had accepted and even reckoned with it. She never really wanted to admit it before, but she wasn’t as happy as she looked when she was skinny.
She worked as hard as anyone but still felt insecure, and belittling others brought her trace amounts of satisfaction that she couldn’t generate otherwise. Boyfriends came and went with nothing ever serious, as her looks earned her plenty of suitors but hardly anyone of substance. Sex never felt as good as her friends made it seem, which only made her feel more bitter, and she always felt distanced from those shared experiences.
But when that first taste of that blueberry muffin from Tiers of Joy hit her lips, her mind opened into an entirely new realm of possibility. She didn’t know it then, but the joy of food brought her happiness in all of its forms.
Growing up opposite from her sister meant refusing the indulgences Cassie allowed herself, and that played a role in creating a deep-seated bias toward larger people and food in general. Tori avoided it all feverishly and snapped back at it like a viper, but it also left her weak to temptation when the small cheats she did allow herself were so overwhelmingly delicious.
Just a small crack in your windshield can splinter across the entire surface with just one fateful encounter. That blueberry muffin was Tori’s small crack, and the resulting shatter put her in completely unexplored territory. Unbinded by the stringent demands of her gym routine and the burden of societal expectations, she felt free to enjoy life’s simple pleasures – namely eating, watching TV, and masturbating.
The latter was the big development since Tori rarely did it before. She knew she had a mild sub kink, but that was the tip of the iceberg compared to what she was really into.
She wanted to be embarrassed and demeaned, calling herself “fatty”, “slob”, and “piggy”; she wanted to feel powerless, chiefly to her appetite and cravings as she indulged without restraint and testing her limits with giant stuffings. With morbid curiosity she let the spiral of hedonism grab her by the cankles and pull her many fathoms deep into the fetishes of feedism and fat admiration.
Back in reality, Tori was furiously rubbing herself now in the changing stall. Public masturbation had become particularly satisfying for her ever since her episode in the Micky D’s parking lot, and the urge became harder and harder to ignore.
Sitting down, her lumpy ass spread across the bench like soft butter, she spread her legs to create as much room as possible for her thighs, belly, and hand. With her other hand, she groped her floppy tits and pinched her nipples, biting her lip intensely as she quieted her moans.
“I need more fat, I need to be bigger,” she whispered to herself. “Already such a lard ass but I-I can…can’t stop. Yes! Yes!”
Just as she approached her climax, another person walked into the adjacent stall and closed the door, which sent her heart beating into a frenzy. What if she had been heard? What would this other woman think about this total pig going to town on herself?
Tori’s eyes rolled back into her head as that thought emboldened her and sent her into a mind-melting orgasm. She let out a pronounced moan of relief. Her wits quickly came back to her enough to slap her hand over her mouth, but the damage had already been done.
She could hear the other woman hurriedly gathering her clothes and scooting out of the changing room as fast as possible. Tori couldn’t believe she just did that.
She scared another person off in public.
The thought turned her on so much that she went right back to fingering herself like nothing had ever happened.
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