Hello all! I haven’t posted anything like this before, but I thought I’d share this fun little feedist-themed short story I put together since it was very fun to write. Hopefully you enjoy!
———————————————————————————
Hailey Ramirez was going to do great things with her life. Everyone said so. Her parents watched with pride as their little girl grew up, her natural ambition and drive fueling her tireless work ethic. A lot of people assumed she inherited those traits from her father, a champion swimmer who'd qualified for the Olympic Summer Games, even came back with a medal.
Hailey grew up with the stories, the instant recognition whenever someone asked who her Dad was, what he did. When she was growing up, her father worked as a swimming coach for the top university in the state; he loved the water, and it seemed like fate when Hailey followed in his footsteps. She was good at it, too, good enough that when it came time to apply for college admissions, there was no shortage of schools who wanted her. Hailey Ramirez, her father's daughter, every bit as focused and competitive.
Her mother was different; a physical therapist who'd first met Mr. Ramirez when the latter was recovering from an injury that robbed him of a second shot at the world stage, she was quieter, more approachable, but no less firm. There would be no nonsense with her, especially if she knew her child wasn't reaching her full potential. Despite raising Hailey's two older brothers—a responsibility that never failed to provide its share of headaches whenever they got into trouble—she always had time for her youngest, even though she admittedly wasn't the easiest shoulder to cry on.
When Hailey graduated from high school, she was near the very top of her class. With her academic achievements, her performance in the pool, as well as her stint working lifeguard duty for local beaches in the summer months, she was undeniably a strong candidate. She could go almost anywhere she wanted, choose any future she might dream for herself and make it a reality.
Despite relishing her independence and the relative anonymity of attending an institution hours away from home, college life wasn't a cake walk. Hailey's schedule was usually packed: classes and course work, swim practice and a part-time job ate up most of her time, but a girl had to relax and unwind somehow. Her new friends dragged her to a party off-campus one night after realizing she'd never actually been to one—not a REAL party anyway, and just like that, she was hooked. She loved being able to just let go and live in the moment, and she met all sorts of interesting people from VERY different circles, all there to hang out and have a good time.
One of those nights she bumped into a guy who was, to put it nicely, kind of a nerd. They got to talking; it turned out that while neither of them really moved in the same circles, her new acquaintance had an awkard sort of charm that made him really easy to talk to. It helped that the stranger—David, he informed her—was a great listener, happy to let Hailey just talk since he sensed she had some stuff to get off her chest. After dancing around each other with surface-level stuff—what was she majoring in, what she wanted to do with her life after graduation—Hailey gradually started offering up details about herself that almost never saw the sunlight. Before things got TOO real, David changed the subject to something lighter, before asking—a little unexpectedly—would she maybe like to get lunch sometime? There was a great place nearby, if she didn't mind the big portions, that is. But swimming used up a LOT of calories, right?
As if fate itself were intervening in her life, Hailey found herself crossing paths with David more and more as the semester went on. She didn't mind. Actually, the more time she spent around the guy, the more she looked forward to seeing him. No matter where they were, what they did, he always made sure to ask what SHE wanted, centering her experience, her satisfaction, before anything else.
She had to admit, it felt nice being around someone like that, someone who had no expectations, no demands beyond her own enjoyment. All her life she'd been fighting to feel worthy, for the right to stand in someone else's shadow. It had all happened so naturally, letting other people tell her what was important, what she needed, what she wanted for herself. Somehow, being around David, it never felt that way. So maybe he enabled her a little too much for her own good, the devil on her shoulder giving her permission to slow down, let go, cherish the moment.
When her weight 'suddenly' went up by almost fourteen pounds, the warning bells started ringing, but strangely Hailey wasn't worried even though she knew she really should be. It wasn't unusual for incoming students to gain a little weight their first year; it was called the freshman fifteen for a reason, and she hadn't even hit that mark yet! She would, however, exceed it by another six pounds by the end of her second semester, a consequence of the parties and the illicit cheap beer and the snacks that fueled her late-night study sessions.
Sophomore year started much the same way, although for some reason Hailey found herself keeping a much closer eye on David, who was spending enough time with her now that people assumed they were an item even before they actually were. She couldn't help but notice how he knew exactly which snacks were her favorites, and that he always seemed to have them on hand for when she was running low. Or how he "just happened" to whip up a huge meal when she'd come by to crash at the end of a long, brutal day, leaving the biggest and tastiest portions for her in a way that felt entirely intentional. He'd shrug off her accusatory looks, reasoning that she needed her energy for the pool, which was true, but her diet plan already covered that so all this was just extra. Delicious, but unnecessary.
It felt a little bit wrong to look too hard into David, but eventually Hailey had to admit to herself that something was off. Finally, one night when they were both in excellent moods and way too drunk for their usual social filters, Hailey asked a very stupid question. All the snacks, all the free meals, all those suspicious little comments about how he actually loved thicker girls, and don't worry, she'd look great a little curvy—What was that? Was he like, trying to make her fat or something?
She'd been joking at first, because of course she was, but then David went really quiet and all of a sudden it wasn't just a funny jab between friends anymore. And then came the answer, one she knew was coming.
They didn't talk for a while after that. Hailey said she needed space, had to process things for a while—process what? The fact that the guy she'd been with for literal months had been hiding this from her, sabotaging her diet, intentionally ruining her chances in competition? And for what, a kink? Some fucked up fetish? Did he even really like her, or was he always secretly wishing he was with someone else? Someone more voluptuous, unconstrained by strict routines, a girl who did what she pleased without guilt or restraint, a hedonist who followed her stomach instead of her head? Someone more…free.
Was that what she'd felt with David as she stupidly let him lull her into complacency? Because, as much as it killed her to admit it, it hadn't been all bad. He'd opened a door to a world utterly alien to her, yet undeniably alluring: a life where the accolades and accomplishments, the pressures and priorities, all just disappeared. And it felt good, like she could finally do anything she wanted—BE whoever she wanted. No judgement. No regrets.
Could she do that? With all the expectations, everything that was riding on her dedication, her decisions, could she really throw it all away?
No. Absolutely not. Stupid! What the hell was happening to her? She couldn't start thinking like that, not when her team had conference championships to prepare for. She had to get her head back in the game, right fucking now before her own problems screwed the team as well.
In the months that followed, Hailey threw herself into practice and drills and meets with more fire and ferocity than ever before. She went to the gym, resumed her diet with Spartan precision, and threw out every trace of the delicious snacks and sweets with all their empty calories and processed sugars.
It was miserable, and she hated every minute of it. After taking it a little too easy for WAY too long, Hailey had a difficult task to whip herself back into top-tier shape in such a short timeframe, but while her brain understood the necessity of it all, her heart—traitorous thing that it was— was no longer convinced. She couldn't just go back to her old habits after she'd developed a taste for something more, try as she might to stay on task and motivated.
With weeks to go before the invitational meet that would either make or break her team's season, Hailey still hadn't managed to completely burn off the spare weight, much to her frustration. She started eating less than even her rigid diet recommended, a risky, last-ditch effort that felt more like a masochistic need to punish herself for her prior lack of self-control than an actual strategy.
The day of the meet arrived, and for a while, with her team crushing their times, it looked like everything would be just fine. Hailey gave it her all when the time came for her to hit the water for her first event, and at first with the rush of adrenaline flooding her body and the thrill of the challenge sharpening her focus, it felt like nothing had changed. She was in her element…until she wasn't. Hailey finished all of her individual events with results that were slower than her average, a crushing realization that vaporized what tenuous threads of confidence she had left going into relays. But it wasn't over. There was still a chance for redemption, if she could just earn her team the precious seconds they'd need to succeed.
It didn't happen. After all her hard work—all the sweat, stress, and misery she'd forced herself to endure for months—she failed, coming up short in an entirely public fashion. She wasn't flying through the water anymore; her body was sluggish, drained of its reserves, crying for food, but not her customary coach-approved meals, something far more satisfying.
Something strictly forbidden.
When the last events finally came to a close, so did the team's season. Hailey knew it was her fault—at least, she blamed herself—and going off some of the looks she got from the other girls, at least some of them seemed to agree. She was supposed to be better than this. She knew she could do so much better than THIS. So why wasn't she angrier with herself? Why, after everything, did she just feel so…numb?
Returning to the hotel with the rest of the team, Hailey slipped out before anyone else could stop her with some misguided words of advice or encouragement, walking a few blocks to a nearby fast-food restaurant she'd noticed on the way in. She went inside, sat down, ordered the biggest, juiciest burger they had, a large fry, and some of the thickest onion rings she'd ever seen. She ate it all, each bite stirring something deep inside her that grew stronger and more intense with each passing second. When she finished, she was already full—more than full—but she ordered dessert anyway. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this good, couldn't believe how badly she needed this moment of comfort and total release, the twisted, deeply erotic thrill from doing something so completely taboo. She was playing with fire again, and this time, she wanted to feel more than just a little heat.
When the team got back from their trip, Hailey went straight to David's place even though it was already getting late, unwilling to wait a second longer in case her better judgement talked her out of it by morning. She'd thought about texting him, breaking the months-long silence sooner, but she decided against it; what she wanted to tell him really did need to be said in person. When David came to the door with a look of confusion—or surprise?—she didn't waste time, just cut straight to the point before she could change her mind.
The rest, as they say, was history—a history of shameless, unchecked hedonism. With David as her feeder in an official capacity, Hailey's life became devoted to eating and indulging, feeding and feasting, and to everyone's surprise, including her own, she took to it like a fish to water—or a prize-winning pig to slop. She regained the weight she'd lost (with interest), and as the months of Hailey's junior year went on she only packed on more.
Her friends and teammates watched her descent into gluttonous excess with shock and genuine concern—at one point her advisor even gently suggested that therapy might help with confronting the struggles she was dealing with in a "healthier way"—but she blew them all off even as David continued to increase her intake of empty calories, processed sugars, salt and fats to help her gain faster. He wanted her fatter, and she wasn't complaining, even when he stuffed her so full she could barely breathe (which was happening more and more frequently by the week).
At the same time, she started skipping classes she was already doing well in, to give herself more time for snack breaks and meals. To David's surprise, this was fully Hailey's idea, although he eagerly supported her efforts 100% once he realized what she was doing. To no one's surprise, her academic performance began to decline, until she was barely passing classes or failing them outright. It was a meteoric fall from grace, but Hailey didn't care. She was done with controlling herself, sick of trying to measure up to everyone's expectations but her own.
Senior year followed much the same pattern, with Hailey returning for fall semester even fatter and lazier than she'd been before summer break. She lived like a vampire, staying up long past midnight and sleeping till almost noon, waking with just enough time to shovel a heaping bowl of sweet, sugary cereal down her throat before trudging to class. By now she was an enigma to her peers and professors alike, going to classes only to end up sleeping through lectures or snacking in the back of the room. Despite being placed on academic probation the previous year, and receiving an actual warning going into this one, she still applied herself apathetically, only putting actual effort into classes she genuinely liked. Her academic standing had tanked so quickly, so dramatically, that she was informed in no uncertain terms that while she might keep her class credits her actual degree was in jeopardy, and would be dismissed if she didn't take some deadly serious steps to address her issues.
To some, it was a mystery why Hailey was even still on campus; whatever passion she'd had (or appeared to have) was gone, replaced with a seemingly single-minded focus on food, chasing unrestrained pleasure with no discipline or sense of purpose to hold it in check. In just over two years this once-elite competitor had already gained so much weight that she was visibly chubby, and acting like it was no big deal. David loved how soft she was getting, how eager she was to ruin her fit, athletic physique. He never failed to tell her how good she was doing for him, how fucking hot she was, how he could not WAIT to get his hands on all 220+ pounds of her and just keep feeding her more, turning that tubby little body into a heaving, helpless mess of pure shivering lard.
Hailey loved it too, even if for slightly different reasons. She enjoyed the attention, the way David just took charge when they were together, giving her space to find where she "fit" while he made her the center of his world. If she was good—if she fully embraced the wide, waddling woman she'd held deep inside herself all these years—she'd be adored, worshiped, pampered like a princess. Bad girls were punished—how, and with what, David would decide—leaving her in a torturous limbo of uncertainty and anticipation. Sometimes Hailey had to question if she was losing her mind; how could something this detrimental to her goals, her capabilities, even her health, feel so unbelievably good? If she was throwing her life away, giving up the future she'd planned all to submit to her wildest desires and most gluttonous urges—why did it feel so right?
Here, with David, she was just Hailey—or Piggy, as he liked to call her, running his fingers along the soft, pliable flesh of her body as she gorged herself stupid, every grunt and gasp and throaty moan of pleasure captured for a small but steadily growing audience of viewers, voyeurs, and fans. It was David's idea at first, a spark of inspiration that struck after he started posting Before-and-After photos of her online. The response from other users was…encouraging.
"TF you feeding her? Unreal."
"This has gotta be AI, right? No way she gets that big so fast. And he's not showing her face sooo…"
Other comments followed a similar vein, many addressed to Hailey directly, congratulating her, telling her how sexy she looked, predictions about how long it'd be before she'd pop that pesky button on those jeans. Still others posed questions. How much did she weigh? Did she have a feeder? Was she planning on gaining more? Of course there were less-fun reactions, either creeps who made all kinds of inappropriate statements, or individuals who felt it was their sworn duty to inform her that what she was doing was deeply unhealthy and would ruin her life down the road. Also, according to these people who knew Hailey SO well, David was keeping her trapped in an abusive relationship. That sentiment was rare, but it always made them chuckle when it popped up because of how far the commenters missed the mark.
All of this activity gradually became a natural segue into full-on content creation, something that Hailey had some familiarity with thanks to her experience working a camera in uni. It wasn't quite sports journalism, but as she posed for the camera and shot video footage of her day for the enjoyment of a growing number of paying subscribers, it was definitely sexier. The past week had seen Hailey and David posting updates to their socials, getting out the word that they were planning something a little different. Something…special.
Unbeknownst to the fans, Hailey had recently weighed in at just over 300 pounds. Three hundred pounds of pure, jiggling, fat. Looking at herself now, it was almost impossible to believe she used to compete, that there was even a moment in her life that she'd ever been physically fit. Her photos from just a few years ago looked almost like an entirely different person: a slim, smiling young woman, waves of dark hair and long, semi-straight bangs framing a face lightly browned by her time in the sun—in the water, on the beach during summer breaks, and weekends with old friends who'd followed vastly different paths in life. She was wearing a T-shirt from a recent invitational, and it actually FIT, unlike today, where she'd be lucky to get anything from her college days over her gargantuan gut. She looked happy in the photo, even though the reality was a lot more complex behind those warm brown eyes.
That girl was gone, and there was no going back. With just months to go before her 23rd birthday, Hailey was officially the fattest she'd ever been, and she was definitely not stopping now. Far from the slender, lithe swimmer David had met back in college with her strong core, toned arms and powerful legs, her body had lost even the smallest trace of defined muscle—much to her feeder's delight. His hands would caress her softness when she ate on all fours like the pig she was, her huge double belly hanging down between flabby arms and chunky thighs while David groped her juicy, jiggling ass and bulging breasts. Her sun-kissed tan skin had slightly paled as she spent more hours indoors, striking a stunning contrast with the stretch marks spidering across her bare flesh, permanent mementos of her mindless greed.
"Baaaabe…It's time for your cake…"
When David opened the door late that night, he already knew what sort of scene awaited him on the other side. Shortly after Hailey started making videos on a regular basis, she'd gotten the idea to turn the guest bedroom of their little town house into her personal makeshift studio. It'd taken her a while to get all the equipment and learn how to use it, but it'd been time well spent clearly. She'd come a long way since the early days, back when she had little choice but to make do with taking pics and making clips with her phone. Since then, Hailey had turned the room into a space that was truly her own, with a solid streaming setup that captured every moment as she gamed, chatted, and stuffed herself silly.
The mental image alone was enough to send a lightning-fast tingle running down David's spine (and a sudden tightness in his jeans), but it was nothing, nothing compared to the real thing.
There she was, in all her bold, beautiful, morbidly obese glory: Hailey Ramirez, known to her committed fans and a steadily-growing number of online followers as HungryHailey, a name that she'd clearly been making good on for the past hours as the bulging brunette gorged her big, blubbery body with an infectious energy that left viewers raving in the chat and a steady stream of donos pouring in as the night progressed.
"Oh, hey hun!" She glanced over at the open door, putting a big, sunny smile to her lips even as her eyes hinted at her exhaustion. David's grin erupted across his face, mirroring her energy while his deep green eyes locked onto her like a heat-seeking missile. Fitting, because from where he was standing, Hailey was looking unbelievably hot.
He leaned in, one arm pressed casually against the doorframe, the other conspicuously holding something just out of view. He'd been working out, going to the gym more frequently, even pondering the possibility of working with a physical trainer to help build a little more muscle. Ironic, considering how Hailey couldn't help letting him coach her into doing the exact opposite. Sometimes, they'd make a little deal to spice things up a little, keep him motivated when his aching muscles screamed for him to give up. For each set he finished, Hailey would get a little challenge of her own, like, oh, I don't know, how about eating a whole box of fluffy, bakery-fresh donuts? The end result of it all was that David was a good deal bigger and stronger than the skinny guy he'd been in college, and Hailey, well…she was just bigger.
The star of the show was, to put it mildly, an utter mess after nearly five hours of streaming. She sat in front of her setup, dressed up (or in this case, down) for the occasion in a favorite cow-print bikini, the bottoms of which were completely obscured by her monster gut as it spilled out onto tree-trunk thighs. All around her, discarded paper takeout cartons and empty paper and plastic bags cluttered the space, while fast-food wrappers stained dark with grease mingled with the rest of the detritus. Despite this, she rolled with the sudden interruption like an absolute pro.
"C'mon, get in here! It's okay guys, he knows I don't bite. Well, not TOO often anyway…" She giggled, but her body had other plans, choosing that precise moment to unleash a particularly stubborn burp that smelled vaguely of beer.
Hailey herself wasn't in much better shape after all that food. Her body was streaked with glistening tracks of grease and sticky trails of sauce where she'd touched her skin without remembering to wipe her fingers. Her lips and the corners of her mouth were smeared with more of the same, while a light dusting of crumbs had fallen across her belly, her thighs, even her breasts somehow. Secretly she was long past eager to call it quits and hit the shower, but she could wait a little longer…especially if David felt like joining her after.
"S'okay, I was just finishing up." She explained. "Say hi to everyone! Chat, should we get him to hang out with us a little?" A bunch of messages in the affirmative poured in.
She was a disaster, but she was also having the time of her life, all things considered. In response to her insistent invitation, David stepped fully inside. As he did so, his right arm came into full view, as did the decadent chocolate sheet cake he'd been doing his best to conceal from the camera's view.
"Still doing okay?" David's eyes flickered playfully as the question left his lips, already knowing what the answer would be. "We can take a break if you want, let you rest before the big finale?"
As expected, Hailey's eyes got real big for a fraction of a second as she caught her first glimpse of her special celebration cake. Chocolate, by her own request, with an espresso frosting to add that little something extra. David had been in charge of this part of the evening (along with a ton of other stuff behind the scenes), and he took his role seriously, even forbidding her to so much as SEE the cake until the time came for her to embrace her inner piggy and devour it whole, live and on camera.
"N-no." A momentary stutter as she faltered, uncertain. "I mean, yes—Fuck!" She blurted, shaking her head as if that would clear the static in her brain.
David nodded, stepping closer to set the cake down carefully on the cheap coffee table (and knocking a few paper bags onto the floor in the process).
"I know! It's the biggest one they had." He watched as his greedy girlfriend reached up to bat an unruly brunette strand out of her face, stealing a glance at the cake when she thought David wasn't looking.
"Really?" She couldn't hide the interest in her voice if she'd tried.
"Really." Her boyfriend echoed, positioning himself behind her so he could rub her shoulders. "Figured you deserved a treat, after doing such a great job for everyone tonight. Of course, if you don't want it…"
Hailey felt herself sinking as David massaged her muscles, the tender firmness of his touch lulling her into compliance.
"Maybe just a few bites…" Hailey offered, sounding unusually skeptical. That wasn't like her, although David had to admit she had good reason for her little show of restraint, short-lived as it was clearly already doomed to be. She'd eaten so much, her overstuffed stomach sloshing and heaving as it struggled to digest this mess. Any sane person would stop now, accepting that she'd reached her physical limits.
But not Hailey. Maybe it was the beers she'd had earlier, messing with her head, making her feel invincible. Or maybe it was her old competitive spirit roaring to life, unwilling to accept anything other than total victory.
This time it was David's turn to look surprised. Seriously, was this girl even real? And if she was—how the fuck had she let him do this to her?
It hadn't been easy. Turning Hailey from a fit, disciplined athlete to this soft, self-indulgent fatass had taken a lot of time, and a lot of work, even for a feedee so eager, so willing to submit. Old habits had to be weakened but by bit, abandoned, and replaced. Hailey's long-overdue breakup with fitness routines and strict diet plans had opened the door for a deeper, more intimate relationship with food that she'd been all too eager to embrace.
"Okay baby." He grinned, clearly pleased with her response. Leaning over her, one hand found its way to her stomach, palm flat against Hailey's bare skin as she breathed, a slow, deliberate pass along the swollen bulge of her belly, coaxing out another burp. His pressure was firm but gentle, a taste of that quiet strength Hailey had become so familiar with as close friendship blurred and slowly bloomed into a deeper, more carnal form of intimacy.
"You're sure you want this?"
Hailey swallowed, soft brown eyes still uncertain. That wouldn't do. She turned her attention back to the chat, struggling to steel herself mentally, let alone physically, for what was coming. The feed buzzed with activity as her partner reached up…
"C'mon big girl. Let's hear it. Tell everyone how bad you want it."
Fuck. Already he was slipping his hand beneath her soft double chin, lifting her head just enough so he could look down at her, melting her resistance like butter as she wavered, caught between her body's very real limitations and the overwhelming desire to please—not just him, but everyone watching the exchange.
"Keep asking like this and I'm gonna be REAL easy to convince…"
Something roused deep in her core, stirred to life by David's mocking eyes as they drank her in, roaming over her body as if to lay claim to every inch of her. His touch was warm, comforting, and Hailey felt her body shift into him before she could think.
Oh, she definitely wanted this.
She yielded readily, knowing the viewers were loving every second. The numbers didn't lie; despite the solid success of her solo content, there were still a substantial number of her fans who could NOT get enough of their couple's work ever since David first made an appearance in a spicy force-feeding video. For his part, he clearly didn't mind being dragged out from behind the scenes—not when it gave him an excuse to do stuff like this.
"I mean, we could still take that break…" She eyed him mischievously, knowing full well that David would love nothing more than to be ALL over her right this second. It was honestly so fucking hot, knowing that even though she was this fat and hopelessly out of shape—
No. BECAUSE she was so incredibly, unapologetically obese, such a sinfully willing slave to her vast, insatiable stomach, David couldn't resist her even if he tried…and Hailey didn't want him to try. She craved his yearning, his attraction, his attention drawn to her like a magnet, her body a locus of pure desire. She needed his praise, his gentle, loving control; she longed for his voice in her head, the devil on her shoulder telling her to eat, and enjoy, and indulge without shame or regret, because she deserved it.
Because that's who she was now: the soft, jiggling fatass, the ex-athlete who'd lost it all, the hot girl who'd ruined her body after years of eating like a pig. It's who she'd always been, deep down, the person she was clearly destined to be.
So bring on the fork, and whatever else that lay in store tonight, because Hailey wanted every last bite—wanted to feel the dark, rich sweetness dancing on her tongue and sliding down her throat, filling her more, fattening her more, ruining her MORE.
"Nah." David denied her offer, teasing her further with an audible SMACK to her gluttonous belly. "Can't stop now, right? You're so close…"
"N-no..." She mouthed, barely audible. Then, loud enough for the microphone to pick it up: "Okay! How do you guys feel about one more special treat before we call it a night?"
David's thumb grazed across her cheek approvingly.
"That's my girl. I knew you weren't gonna quit on me." He smirked, letting the anticipation build, knowing how easy it was to get her going. "Y'know, I don’t think you could stop stuffing yourself even if you tried. Not that it’d do any good; I mean, just look at this gut. Look. At. It."
As if to ensure that she did exactly that, David's eyes flashed, emerald-green embers dancing as he sensed her desire, delivering a measured slap to her naked flesh. Then another. And another. Each time the impact sent quivers across her bloated body as all the soft, quivering fat she'd packed on suddenly shook like the tubs of Jell-O that Hailey used to love as a kid.
"Jesus. I'd say piggy needs to stop sneaking snacks and hit the gym with me, but I don't think she'd listen. 'Sides, who wants to get all sweaty and gross when you could just keep that pretty mouth full all day? Isn't that right, Hailey?"
It wasn't often that she heard her name on his lips so close together like this. The longer David continued with her, the more he opted for other names, names that were more appropriate for the waddling hog she was inevitably becoming. Case in point, Hailey couldn't even remember how long it'd been since she set foot in a gym; all those memories were faded, replaced as her appetite grew by newer and far more vivid images that usually involved food in some delicious capacity.
"In fact…" He pressed deep into her flesh, kneading her overfed body like she was made of soft, plump dough. "I'd say you've still got some room left in here. Sooo, what do you say? Big girl still hungry for her dessert?"
The first few bites went down easy enough, in part thanks to David's insistent efforts to keep her eating at a steady pace. While she settled back, resting her head against his shoulder as he took his place beside her on the couch, David was clearly having the time of his life shoveling heaping forkfuls of cake past her lips, knowing that even if she hesitated it'd only take a second or two before she succumbed to the gluttonous urges he'd spent years training into her. Each bite was met with gushing praise, a kiss pressed to her temple, a hand lovingly stroking her hair…anything to keep her in the game at this point. Anything to make sure she finished strong.
For her own part, Hailey was lost in a haze, her body running on pure instinct as she opened her mouth, chewed, swallowed, her muscles moving robotically.
"One more…good girl. You're doing so good, we're almost done, just don't stop…"
Hailey almost gagged, but she summoned up every last shred of willpower she had left and pushed through. Somehow, in spite of everything…she was actually close to finishing. How, she would never fathom to guess, but the proof was there right in front of her eyes.
"That's it piggy…show them how greedy you are. I want them to see how bad you want this."
"Please…" Hailey whimpered, her mouth packed so full she could barely speak. "Please."
"Please…what?" David's smile was triumphant. He had her right where he wanted her, and they both knew it.
"Don't stop…I can keep going…." Her thighs pressed, a half-hearted attempt to keep the desperate heat between them in check. Hailey opened her eyes to glance up at him, her pupils dark, hungry pools.
"But if I do that…you're going to get fat, babe." David's voice softly growled in her ear, thick with pure, animalistic lust. "You're gonna get so fucking fat."
If either of them were even remotely interested in what was going on with the stream, the viewers were losing their freaking minds over this. While some fretted about a potential violation of TOS, most of them were just overjoyed to watch it all unfold.
"Go ahead." Hailey breathed, and she meant it. "I wanna be sooo much bigger for you baby, I'm just getting started. Get a good look at me now, 'cause I'm not gonna stop 'til I make all this look skinny."
For once, David was genuinely at a loss for words.
"Fucking…what did I do to deserve you?"
Hailey flashed him a big grin, her whole body humming as he stared, utterly dumbstruck by her. The silence could only last so long, however; after all, they had an audience to entertain, and one big finale to draw to a close.
"Sooo…you just wanna sit there, or are you gonna help me finish this thing off with a bang?"
Stupid question. Hailey already knew what the answer was going to be. She had all the answers she could ever want, right here, right now…just like this.
