Totally Tempting [fWG, Slob, Yuri]

Alex laid on her bed, wondering just how she got into this situation in the first place. She knew it started sometime getting out of high school as her first week of college began. Food supplies were massively plentiful as every place on campus that wasn’t a classroom or a computer lab was a snack bar. Pizzas, chicken wings, snacks, all of these and more were at her near-infinite food budget. After all, late night work did need the nourishment to keep the energy going. However, with no parents to keep her in check, she had no real reason to stop her midnight snacks or quick trips to the campus’ 24/7 convenience store for chips and junk food.

As such, it was no real surprise that her weight began to skyrocket. In only a few short weeks, her svelte figure had sunken into the blimp of a new body. The tanned girl sighed, poking various rolls and pockets of pudge as she knew these few dozen pounds were her own fault. Normally her appetite and amount of activity were balanced enough that extra calories consumed were easily burnt off. Now, Alex had no way to offset the price of a thick double cheese and pineapple pizza. “I wonder when I’ll get a solo mission or some sort of team scouting assignment from the agency again.”

A change had to be made. Alex was determined to lose the excess weight by any means. After all, part of her tuition went to gym facilities and various tracks at the school; there was no excuse for her not to get active once more. That’s when the strange waves of “gifts” began. In reality, they were illy timed snacks and meals placed before her with a sick, bizarre sense of humor. On a day she put on her sweats and promised to get to the gym, someone had a six course breakfast sent to her apartment. Alex never got to the gym that day.

Another day, Alex decided to walk past the coffee stand for extra donuts and a chai tea latte. Instead, she discovered that a “secret admirer” left two boxes of éclairs and a gallon of coffee on her bed.

Alex wanted to eat nothing but vegetables. Her kitchen was chock full of cookies and peanut butter crackers.

“This is crazy! I can’t be this big now!” Alex groaned, hearing the pressure scale click as she stepped on it. Not that it mattered though. Her swollen chest and curvy stomach proved difficult to peak over to see the final count. Slowly stepping off the scale, the only thing she saw was a 3 as her face went pale; huddling into a fat ball as her butt bounced off the plastic-tiled floor. “No no no no no…its freshmen 15, not 1500!” That was the final straw. She knew the following morning, she had to get to the gym. She had to change before it spiraled out of control.

Fate had other plans for her.

The following morning, Alex got out of bed early with determination to do a good amount of laps around the campus green then a healthy fruit shake. In the middle of getting dressed, she smelt the sweet aroma of syrup as her lips trembled. Shuffling out into her dining room, the wooden table strained with mountains of pancakes and an empty plate with a little note on it.

“More where this came from <3 From Your Secret Admirers” She read aloud. Alex’s face was green as the thick flapjacks oozed grease and butter with a healthy coating of syrup. Peeking into her own kitchen space, there were no signs of cooking: no dirty dishes, no hot oven, no dishes in the sink. Looking back, the warm pile of fluffy goodness was baiting her as she turned away. “No, I have to have willpower. That’s how this whole thing started to begin with!” She turned her back to the towers, her butt wobbling in her bicycle shorts as her belly shook. Alex was making a stand as she crossed her fluffy arms and made her way to the door. A whiff of the tantalizing treats hit her nose once more as she stopped short. “Would…one bite be so bad?”

One bite would be more than what Alex took as the tubby tan teenager leaned back in her chair, the arms sinking into her girth as the entire meal was decimated. Rubbing her engorged stomach, she licked her thick lips as she moaned from the blissful taste that was left behind, moaning mournfully from the lack of food. A small URRPP ruptured from her mouth as a slow realization hit her. “Oh God, not again.” She heaved herself to her feet, the groaning floorboards not painting the best picture as she tried to get to the gym as her bicycle shorts were showing off all the right curves in the front and back. “I need to hic get to the gym. I can’t let this digest!” Though her determination was thrown off as she opened the door, surprised by a uniformed pizza worker with a box of hot treats in her hand.

“Sorry, I didn’t order anything. If you’ll please excuse me.”

“This is apartment D-310 isn’t it? Alex Vasquez?”

“Yeah but I didn’t order-”

“Oh it’s already paid for. Seven extra-large pineapple chicken pizzas with extra garlic parmesan sauce with a Dr. Pepper.” The delivery girl smiled, thrusting the giant boxes and drink her way. “Tell your secret admirers that they tip amazingly!” Alex was left befuddled as she was left in her doorway, holding the boxes as she wondered what to do with them.

“I should throw these away. It’s not right. Its…it…smells amazing!” She cheered out, bouncing her hips against the door as it slammed shut after her. Her bulbous ass took up a good half of her couch as she began her wonderful meal as discovered there was more than the pizza as breadsticks and cheesy bread were all prepared for her too. Salivating again, she dug in as the TV flickered in the background giving her attention something else to do than making a mess.

By the time Alex snapped back to reality, she found herself strewn over the couch, pizza boxes everywhere as her tank top was A) coated in a mess of slobber, cheese, and toppings as well as B) looked like one more well-placed meal would rip it apart against her sizeable chest. Even the ultra-elastic shorts she was able to squeeze into this morning had ripped apart on her ass, revealing her panda panties as she put her hand to the gap. Enough was enough.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t handle this. One run and then talk to a dietician or something! If I keep this up, I might explode.” Alex squeezed her cheeks, rubbing her face as she imagined the sheer through of growing and growing. Somewhere, in the back of her head, there was a little voice whispering questions like ‘That doesn’t sound too bad’. ‘What’s wrong with eating all day? No responsibilities.’ ‘You know you like it.’

“NO!” She went for the door, not bothering to change out of the ripped shorts as her belly apron bounced around in the front as it sagged closer to her knees. Throwing open the door once more, she was greeted with a familiar scene.

“D-310?”

“Let me guess, a secret admirer?” The delivery guy nodded as she sighed. “What is it this time?”

“Chinese. A lot of it too. Guess it makes sense now.” He muttered the last part as he handed her two bags of warmed delicacies.

“That’s it? Doesn’t seem too bad.”

“Oh there’s more than that. They were specific to mention the quantity of eggrolls and dumplings.” Alex’s mouth was agape, dropping to her second chin as it took the guy at least fifteen minutes to get it all unloaded into her apartment. It was ridiculous as she had to use the pizza boxes as makeshift counters to store the pounds of rice and ample amounts of chicken and beef.

“No, I can’t succumb to it. I mean, all that pancake and pizza. It’s not like I gained much right?” Alex tried to rationalize it away, pulling off her skin-tight clothes as she stood on the glass scale once more. All she could do was pray and hope that it wasn’t as bad as she assumed it was. She counted in her head before stepping off as her eyes went wide. The only number that changed was the 3, but in its place a big fat 4 told her the truth. Alex felt the desire to cry and scream but instead wobbled back to the Chinese food, tearing into it like a giant monster.

There was no point now in trying to justify any of this. She was upset and she wanted her comfort food. She wanted to just laze around and play games as she devoured bowls of rice and mouthfuls of fried, fatty treats. Nothing else mattered. All that Alex cared about was filling the void of sadness left by this wave of debauchery. She only had herself to blame as she sniffled in between bites of beef sticks and Rangoon. She could hear some sort of alarm going off in the apartment building, signaling midnight had passed. Heaving herself off the couch took more effort than she cared, burning precious calories as she let out a booming FFFRRRTTTT as she scratched her belly. Alex’s whole body sagged and shook as she made an attempt to sleep off her stomach ache. Collapsing to her bed, another bout of gas made her body ripple like Jell-O as she slipped into a food coma.

Now, awake and alert, she knew now that there was something amiss from all that food. For when Alex woke up that morning, she couldn’t move. Her immediate thought was she was immobilized from her feasting. This was not too far off but she was securely bound to the bed and blindfolded. Her normal prowess as a spy could have gotten her out of this situation. Instead, having succumbed to her temptation, Alex couldn’t muster the strength to free herself. She had to wonder if the bonds were necessary but the odd moans she heard in her room indicated that it was for someone else’s enjoyment.

“Is someone there? Let me go! I know kung fu!” She heard a deep, haughty laugh that she swore sounded familiar. Instead she heard something move, wheels squeaking and overtaxed as plates rattled on top of it. “What do you want?” Her captor said nothing still as she could feel the presence of someone sitting next to her. Without warning, she felt a spoon being pushed into her mouth as greasy, cheesy scrambled eggs were forced down her gullet. Letting out a cough, Alex struggled once more as their intentions were obvious now. Not wanting to submit, she kept her mouth closed, clamping it tight as she prayed someone would help her. Instead, and not too unpredictable, she felt a clamp over her nose as she remembered her breathing training. However, having ballooned up a quarter of a ton, her body wasn’t in the best shape as she let out a gasp as the spoon forced its way back in.

“HELP HELP!” Her cries went unheard as she could feel her body slowly swelling up, still wrapped in the darkness of the blindfold. There was nothing she could do as Alex ate and ate her forcibly fed breakfast. With her sense of time and perception gone, it was a mystery how long she suffered through the breakfast as she heard the cart being totted off. “URRRRPPPP please hic, no more.” She moaned as the sound of a cart came back. She heard the giggling again as she shuddered, her body sweaty and hot as she pushed against her bonds once more. “Why are you doing this?”

Alex didn’t get an answer at first. Instead she felt the force of an elephant sitting on her stomach, letting out a trumpeting FFFRRRTTTT once more as her indigestion was at a heighten level. Her moans and groans fueled an array of pleasurable shrieks from whoever, or whatever, was on top of her. She felt this being lean on top of her, licking patches of bacon grease and oatmeal as they belched in her face. “You want to know why?” The voice was even more familiar now that it spoke, though muddled by a few hundred pounds of pure flesh.

“CLOVER?!” The blonde spy withdrew the blindfold as her fat face was inches from Alex’s.

“Surprise! They let me out of rehab! Or, rather, I escaped!” She cheered, planting a fat, flabby kiss on Alex as she sucked long and hard on those cocoa lips. Alex was astonished to see Clover. Since the Passion Patties mission they went on, Clover refused to take the serum to reverse her growth; instead claiming that it had changed her. Two years she was put into WOOHP’s counseling program to help her adjust and agree to change back. Something snapped in her as Clover emerged from that mission food hungry, always wanting one more bite and one more snack. Her voraciousness was scary as there were times she got off to overeating while attempts to diet proved useless. There was no help for her but now, she was here and she looked hungry. “It’s been ages Alex! You look so skinny!”

“Skinny?” Alex was confused as she tried to look up at Clover as she had stuffed her body back into her red cat suit (surprisingly still elastic). Her stomach was slapping against Alex’s swollen chest as her hips were dangling down off the sides of the bed; fully covering her captive like a flabby blanket. Alex tried to get a look at her pumpkin sized cheeks and face, unable to fully peek over her beach ball breasts. “Look in the mirror, I’m huge!”

“You’re not as big as you can be. I’m so glad I was told about your condition. You’ve wasted away into nothing. So we had to come by and ensure that you were well fed.” Alex struggled to breathe as she did her best to push Clover off while she monologued. “And now I’m here to help get you nice and healthy.”

“Wait, you were the one who was stuffing me to the gills? Making me eat all that pizza and cake and leaving snacks everywhere?” Alex thrashed against the bonds again as Clover let out a booming laugh, leaning down with surprisingly flexibility for a girl who weighed a half ton.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA. You’re joking right? Alex, I didn’t make you gorge on pizza.” Clover teased, bouncing hard on her stomach; which in turn caused more gas to spill out of her. “I didn’t strap you to a machine to make you eat Chinese. Hell, you could have walked away from that breakfast. You made the choice!” Clover saw Alex wince against her words as she moved her apple red body around, pushing her ass in Alex’s face as she let loose her own gas. “Hell, when I first saw the pictures I was astonished. You gained your college weight. If anything, I helped to get you at a decent starting weight. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough.”

Clover finished as she got off of Alex, somewhat fresh air getting into her lungs as she sputtered. “But it was an accident.”

“No it wasn’t. It was your gluttonous side coming out. We all have them. If anything, you should thank us for helping you realize what you truly wanted: to be fat!”

“But-“

“No more buts, unless you want mine again!” Clover sneered, Alex shutting up. “Good. Now it’s only 10:00 a.m. We got quite a ways to go today until we’re done.”

“And ulp…when would that be?”

“Oh sweet Alex, my friend, why you’ll be done when you fill your bed! Maybe even break it!” Clover cheered as Alex cried out once more for help as the tray of hash browns and bagels were making her way to her mouth. As much crying and begging she did, Alex couldn’t get through to her former friend. Every tray that she cleared, another one bigger than the last was ready to take its place. Alex hoped that she would stop if her stomach was overstretched with food but Clover never did. If anything, every meal she ate, Alex wanted more to eat. Hours passed as the entire day was filled with food and humiliation as the only time the feeding stopped was for Clover to fondle herself or hump Alex’s stomach, slobbering in ecstasy and pleasure.

“Clover hic am I FFRRTTT done yet?” Alex asked as she was stuffed with another cake. Clover hadn’t said anything since dessert began, choosing to spoon feed her friend everything under the sun as ice cream sundaes bigger than the two of them combined slowly made its way down Alex’s throat. Clover stopped on occasional to drop a few scoops on to Alex’s bare chest, sucking the dollops right off her nipples as Alex gasps in lust. “I’ve been eating hic all day!”

“Hey, I’m not the one making all the shots here. I just was told I could have all the fun I want with you in exchange for getting you nice and fat.” Alex thought about those words, recalling common verbiage she had heard since this ordeal had started: Admirers, They, Us, We. “Do you see now? Isn’t it hard for a girl who weighed, at time of my escape, 700 pounds to get out of an ultra-prison made by the best spy agency in the world?”

“Who was it? Bittersweet?” Clover laughed again as she pushed a three tiered chocolate cake into Alex’s mouth, forcing her to chew as she prepped a thick gallon of milkshakes. “Whuuu issshh idd?” She cried, tears down her fat face as Clover continued to laugh as she helped Alex get all of her just desserts. She didn’t realize she was overloading the poor food slave as her throat was jammed pack with enough jam, jelly, and cream that Alex was having a hard time keeping up, slowly losing her oxygen supply as she soon passed out.

Alex’s head throbbed as her throat ached hard. She prayed that when she opened her eyes that it was all a dream from a late night binge. The thick feeling of her own blubber proved otherwise though there was another person standing next to her. “Alex, are you okay?”

“Sam?! Thank god, Clover went crazy.”

“Yes, I know. She did go overboard. I told her to ease you into it. Sadly her warped view of feeding and feasting is not for everyone.” Alex’s eyes shot open as she struggled to look around. She didn’t needed to look far as Sam was standing right at the foot of her bed, a smile on her face as she stood there as if nothing was wrong. Alex hadn’t seen Sam since they graduated, the two wanting to go different paths as Sam chose the life of a spy. However, it looked like she made more decisions in the past few months as her own body had blimped up too. Not as massively wide as Clover, she looked like she was physically fit with a nice layer of padding all around. Her sagging belly slapped her knees while her hips were gentle and thick in all the right ways. Sam’s appearance was stunning and more dignified than their food crazy friend as Alex wobbled.

“What happened to you?!”

“Oh, Clover didn’t tell you? I’m the one that broke her out!” She said as if it was a nonchalant fact.

“Why?” Sam snickered as she waddled to the side of the bed, rubbing Alex’s sore belly as she helped to push out belches and farts by the dozen. “Aren’t you going to answer me?”

“Not now at least. Al you need to know is that you’ll be well taken care of as our pet.”

“PET? Doesn’t this seem a bit bizarre to you? What happened?” Sam knelt down to Alex’s level, rubbing her head as she pecked her cheek as if she were a doting mother. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Simple Alex, I love you and I love Clover. Clover needs some training but as her friends, we’ll help her. And besides, don’t you want me to take care of you?” Alex shook her head as she realized something sinister: her bonds were undone as she tried to heave herself off the bed. “Oh come now, you should realize that that’s not going to do you any good.”

“…how bad is it?” Alex tried to lift her head off the pillow to get a better look. She felt her body sag and droop off the sides of the mattress as Sam pushed it back.

“In good time.” Sam said, pulling up a chair as she took a seat, the groaning wood straining to keep her upright. “Clover is occupied so we should catch up. I got a nice little snack right here.” Sam pulled a cart towards her, full of familiar looking orange boxes with a bright RECALL sticker on the side.

“Wait…no no…not that.” Alex asked as Sam grabbed a chunk of cookie, pushing it towards her seal lips. Things began to make sense as Sam’s unnerving sweet smile never faded from her face.

“Come on now, you want to take a big bite. We got a long way to go before we’re done. ” Sam stopped short, putting a chunk of cookie in her mouth as she chewed and chewed. Alex wondered what was happening as she felt Sam press against her body, pushing the cookie chunks into her mouth as she couldn’t resist, swallowing as her world slowly began to change. Alex opened her maw, not resisting as much as Sam had her right where she wanted her.