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Fattening Betty PT5
🕑 Added 2022-07-22 03:24:14 +0000 UTCAgain, mostly written by an Artificial Intelligence. I've added a few lines here and there to keep the program running smoothly without repeating itself.
The following week was an onslaught of fattening foods. Clara had become much more attentive to Betty. She would make sure Betty was always fed first and given the larger portion. She would caress Betty's bloated form, squeezing her love-handles, prodding her rotund flesh. Betty had put on at least 20 pounds since Fiona had taken them in and Clara was determined to help her gain even more. They both wanted to please Fiona, to make her happy, and they knew that the best way to do that was through their food consumption.
Fiona watched with glee as the girls became fatter by the day. She would feed them herself, hand-delivering every morsel of cake, pie or candy directly into their eagerly awaiting mouths. She loved seeing how much they could stuff themselves with before becoming too full to move; it turned her on immensely. The girls were always available for sex as well; any time, any place, Fiona only had to ask, and they would be there ready and willing for whatever she wanted to do to them. Life couldn't get any better for Betty and Clara; they were finally where they belonged: with each other, stuffed full of delicious food... And under complete control of Mistress Fiona.
As Betty laid back, being fed an assortment of grease-laden fast food, she wanted to ask Clara: Do you *gulp* think it'd be *ulp* possible to untie me now?
But Clara was so busy stuffing her face, she didn't even hear Betty's muffled question. Betty sighed and swallowed quickly her food in order to ask again.
Betty: Clara, do you think we could untie each other now? We're both so stuffed, I don't know how much longer I can take it. Clara paused for a moment to consider Betty's request and then nodded her head, swallowing the food in her mouth.
Clara: Yeah, I think that would be a good idea. Fiona won't be back for a while, and we can always retie you if she comes back early. The girls struggled against their bonds for a few minutes before finally freeing themselves. They collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion, their bloated bellies heaving with every breath they took. They were so full; they didn't know how they were going to move let alone stand up again. But after a few minutes of rest, they slowly made their way to standing and began waddling towards the door leading out of Fiona's room.
Betty: Where do you think we should go?
Clara: I don't know, but anywhere is better than here right now. We can always come back later if we want.
The girls made their way out of the room and down the hall towards the living room. They were both so full they could barely move, let alone think straight. But they managed to make it to the couch where they collapsed in a heap of exhausted, blissful satisfaction. And there they lay; two stuffed pigs contentedly snoring away, waiting for Fiona to return and feed them again. Fiona came home from the grocers to find the two fatties crisscrossed on the couch, their plump thighs billowing onto each other, their bellies rising and falling with each shallow breath. Clara subconsciously rubbed Betty's belly to help ease the poor pig's stomachache. Fiona began to wonder if the girls had eaten enough while she was gone.
Fiona: Betty, Clara, wake up! I've got some food here for my two little piggies.
The girls stirred at the sound of Fiona's voice and slowly sat up, both of them groaning in discomfort.
Fiona: What's wrong? Are you two not feeling well?
Betty: We're just really full, Mistress. We stuffed ourselves before you came home, and we haven't been able to move since.
Clara nodded her head in agreement, still rubbing Betty's belly in an attempt to ease her pain.
Fiona: Well then, I guess it's time for a little dessert!
The girls' eyes lit up at the mention of dessert and they both eagerly leaned forward, their mouths open wide in anticipation. Fiona began spooning a heaping mound of chocolate pudding into Betty's mouth and then Clara's. The girls moaned in pleasure as they ate, their bellies bulging even more with each bite. After finishing the pudding, Fiona moved on to feeding them cake, pie and ice cream until they were both so full, they could barely move. They laid back on the couch, groaning and rubbing their bloated tummies while Fiona sat back and watched with satisfaction; her two little piggies stuffed to the brim with food...
Fiona: Alright now for the fun part. She pulls out a box and begins to unpack it. Out of it she pulls a brand-new scale.
Fiona: I think it's time we see the damage we've done. Clara, you first.
Clara slowly made her way to standing and wobbled over to the scale. She stepped on it gingerly, excited of what the numbers might say. Fiona smiled as she saw the needle settle at 315 pounds; Clara had gained a whopping 75 pounds since they’d started dating!
Fiona: Well, look at that! You've put on quite a bit of weight, haven't you Clara? I'm so proud of my little piggy. Betty, why don't you come and see how much weight you've gained too?
Clara's excitement was more powerful than her discomfort as she bounded and bounced off the scale, wobbling her body here and there but shooting waves of stuffed pain from her belly. Betty slowly made her way over to stand next to Clara, both girls blushing in embarrassment at their new size. Betty stepped onto the scale and watched as the needle shot past 315 and stopped moving at an even 350 pounds; she had gained 85 pounds since being with Clara and Fiona! All three girls looked at the scale in disbelief; they couldn't believe they had forced Betty so big. But one by one they remembered all the delicious food they had pushed into her, stuffing the poor girl to bursting every few hours. Betty had eaten it all and with all the pleasure she received while under Fiona's care, realized that this was going to be the norm for her; with their mistress, stuffed full of food... And completely devoted to her every whim.
Clara: I think we should set a goal for us.
Fiona: A goal? What do you mean, Clara?
Clara: Well, let's set a weight we can get Betty to in 2 weeks. I think it would be fun to stuff her until she's as big as possible! Betty blushed at Clara's words but deep down inside, knew that she was right; Betty loved nothing more than being stuffed full of food and under the control of her two mistresses. Fiona: I think that's a wonderful idea, Clara!
Betty: well, hey, fair's fair, I think we need a goal for Clara too!
Fiona: What do you mean, Betty?
Betty: Well, Clara's been working really hard to help me gain weight and I think it would be fair if we tried to help her too! So let's set a goal for Clara; in 2 weeks, let's try to get her as big as possible too!
Clara blushed at Betty's words but deep down inside she was excited; the thought of being stuffed full of food until she was so big she could barely move turned her on immensely.
Clara embarrassingly turned on says sarcastically: nooooo not that! That's your role to play.
Betty giggled at Clara's words, but Fiona just sat there with a satisfied smirk on her face; she knew she had created something special; these two hogs who loved nothing more than to stuff their faces.
Fiona: Alright, then its settled. But I'm gonna warn you, this is going to be the hardest 2 weeks you've had yet. She walked over to the counter and pulled out several drums and set them on the counter.
Clara, excitedly: Oh my god, babe what is that?
Fiona: Lard. Pure Lard. I'm going to be making meals out of this for the next two weeks.
Betty: What?! You can't be serious! There's no way we'll be able to eat that much!
Fiona: Oh, you'll eat it alright. Because if you don't, I'll just have to punish you. And trust me, you do not want me to punish you...
The girls looked at each other with nervous excitement; they knew Fiona was right; they would do anything she asked of them, even if it meant eating lard for 2 straight weeks.
Fiona: And I'm not a monster.
She pulls out 2 heavy bags of brown sugar and several gallons of heavy cream.
Fiona: I'll be making sure you're getting plenty of sweets too. After all, what's the fun in being a pig if you don't get to eat some delicious desserts?
The girls' eyes lit up at the sight of the sweets.
Fiona: Now, let's go back to my room, and you can both give me some sugar.
The girls eagerly followed Fiona back to her room, both of them excited for the 2 weeks ahead. They knew they would be stuffed full of food and pleasure every single day and they couldn't wait to get started.
Fiona: Oh, and one thing I forgot to mention. The winner of this challenge will get to make one request. So make it a good one. May the fattest one of you win. They retired to Fiona's room to a night filled with bloated stomachs, heavy breathing, loud burping, and sweaty pigs.
