I saw nude in my bedroom, my double chin touching my now flabby chest and Bella feeding me sweets. My delightful little cook with the brown hair was feeding one after the other various chocolates and cakes into my ever devouring maw. My belly had grown, coming to fill up my entire lap and my elbows and knees had lost all definition. When I cared to walk around my thighs began to rub together; encouraging me to walk less and put on more weight and take in more calories.
Bella herself was a vision, the cute little waif of a cook now had given up wearing bras under her white, cotton shirt. So when the kitchen heat made her sweat, or when she bent down a little I was treated to some truly exquisite perky cleavage or firm, erect little nipples. Belle must have been quite the tramp in public, as her low riding pants frequently dropped low when she bent over; giving me exqusite looks at the cleft of her bum.
Speaking of bums, my own had grown into quite the work of art. Spreading enough to cover up two chairs, each beanbag of a bum cheek stretched in every direction; perfectly white and with no stretch marks. I did have near perfect genetics after all. I was the product of superior breeding, even in depraved gluttony I was perfect.
I'd lost count over how many treats I had, I lost the number after around fifty. Nothing ever seemed to be enough to fill me up.
Bella bent over again, this time I took the risk, the privacy of my chambers and the rush of fullness seeming to take away my inhibitions. As my flabby hand carressed her firm buttocks, she stood up and smirked at me. "Now Miss, that's uncalled for."
I belched and rubbed my ample belly, "You are but a servant, Bella," I told her in a tone that was commanding. "You shall serve me as I see fit."
i stood up, my bum wobbling and my belly shaking in counter-motion with it. I lay back upon the bed and spread my thick legs wide. "Since I've gotten a bit larger, I am in need of relief as only a woman can provide. I hope you can provide, Bella, your career depends upon it."
Bella smiled that innocent smile, "Yes mistress Rose, I can provide."
Like the depraved little whore she was, that minx crawled between my legs and put her face in my sex. Truly I hadn't had much time for relief, as my belly got in the way of reaching and it was so physically demanding. So it was a delight when Bella's tongue carressed my folds, played with my clitoris and pleased my maidenhood.
I was moaning like a common whore, internally I cursed Bella for infecting me with this curse of gluttony and now for this immoral and despicable sexual activity. And I wanted more.
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