This choice: Gives you a bottomless appetite • Go Back... "I know what will suit you, Tom." Elisa said with a mocking grin. Gasping and puffing with exhaustion from the nearly Herculean feat of 'standing up', Tom tried to keep his tormentor in view - the way he'd do with any dangerous animal - but as Elisa walked towards him, she swept wide and began to circle him He tried to torn with her,but as huge as he was he wasn't able to do so smoothly. She went around him, and he shifted one foot, pivoted slowly, shifted another and steadied himself again. The movements were slow, deliberate and plodding as a tugboat moving a barge, but he just couldn't do it.
"Wh-wh-whu..." (*pant-gasp*) "...wait! Don'...don't do...anything else, you buh...buh...bitch..." he tried to roar and thunder, but with his massive body...his chest being compacted by his gigantic new breasts...his body coming down from an adrenaline high...all he could do was wheeze it out like the exhausted fat kid in an 80's era comedy. Worse, his voice was never so girlish and bluntly 'female' before. He sounded like a child tuckered out from a tantrum and badly in need of a nap.
"Sorry, honey...but you've had this coming for a long time." She said with a giggle...as she reached out and poked Tom in the belly. As she did so, she hissed something aloud.
"Hungry." she said.
And suddenly...he was.
Tom felt a deep, echoing *grumble* roll up from the depths of his belly and race along his edges. He felt it bounce around through his toes and finger tips, all the way up his spine...and into his brain.
He...was hungry.
He might also have been embarrassed and humiliated. He was obviously angry and frightened. He may have wanted to kill 'Swollen' Bollen...but dwarfing all those wants and desires...was an all encompassing NEED to FEED.
"Oh, poor girl! You must be sooooo hungry!"
Tom teetered on the brink of a faint. Stars flashed before his eyes and a moan of pure misery bubbled up from him. "N-n-not...a...girl."
Tom's eyes went wide - or at least as wide as they could, with his jowls, cheeks and chins crowding his face. Elisa Bollen was standing in front of him...holding a 3ft party sub. Double cheese and double meat. It bun glistened with oil and mayonase.
"That's too bad, honey...because this sub belongs to a girl. A big, fat girl with the NEED to FEED burning inside her. She sooo hungry, and loves to eat soooo much..."
Tom tried to move towards her, but her slow, ponderous waddle telegraphed her movements to anyone watching. Elisa simply stepped back and to the side with an impish grin and a gleam in her eyes. Tom would never catch her. He started to cry, and Bollen seemed to soften her expression. "This belongs to a big, fat girl. The girl who gets this sub is always hungry. The girl who sinks her teeth into this sub will NEVER stop eating, because she'll NEVER be full. She's ALWAYS hungry. You understand, sweety? Now...answer me honestly...are YOU a FAT GIRL?"
Tears of frustration ran down his cheeks and rolled along his jowls and chins. The sight and smell of the wonderful object she was holding was driving Tom mad! He needed it...but was utterly helpless.
"Y-y-yes..." he whimpered. "...I...I'm...I'm a fat girl."
"Say it again, fatso. Say it again, lardass. Say it again."
"I'm a girl! I'm a fat girl! I'm...I'm a b-b-big fat girl!"
"You're a big, fat girl? Are you sure? You don't sound like you really mean it..."
Tom cried out in frustrated passion, and all pretence of 'dignity' left him. He was so hungry! If she needed him to humiliate himself so he could quell the driving NEED TO FEED, then so be it. "I'm a big, fat girl! Just a big, fat girl! I gotta NEED to FEED, 'cause I'm a total MISS PIGGY STUFFING MY FAT FACE ALL DAY AN' ALL NIGHT! Gimmie-gimmie-subby-wubby! YUMMY-YUMMY-FOR-MY-TUMMY! GET IN MAH BELLY!!!"
Elise giggled, and held out the object of his obsession, then snatched it away with an evil smile.
"Do the 'Truffle Shuffle', fatso. Show me you want it bad enough. Do the Truffle Shuffle, and maybe..."
Tom didn't hesitate for an instant. In a flash (for a girl 'his' size, at least), Tom began to wobble and wiggle his bloated, balloonish body like Chunk from 'the Goonies'. He didn't even cry as he did it. Anything was acceptable now that the end was in sight. He wasn't fully aware of it yet, but Bollen's mental games had largely broken him. He'd justify it to himself later, saying he'd only gone along with her tortures so he could strike when the time was right...but truth be told, the former Tom Hamilton was utterly broken.
As his wobbling, female flesh wiggled and shook in time with his humiliating gyrations, Bollen began to giggle and sing "Jelly on a plate! Jelly on a plate! Wibble-wobble-wibble-wobble, Jelly on a plate"
Tom sang along with her. Tired, humiliated and more hungry than he'd ever imagined he could be, he wheezed along with her as he shook. "Jelly...on a plate...jelly on a plate...w-wibble-wobble...wibble...wobble..."
Bollen handed it to him, and for a second...he couldn't believe it. He froze in place, looking hopefully into her eyes. Was this a trick? Was he being punished again for...
"Go on, fatso. Take it. Eat it. You earned it."
Elisa watched with amusement and wonder as the subject of her spell seized the offered submarine sandwich and took a huge bite. Toms eyes rolled back in his...or rather 'her' head, and the former star quarterback of their school moaned aloud in pure orgasmic joy. she took huge bites at first before settling down into a more pleasant rhythm. Elisa conjured a tub of coleslaw and a spoon, and lead her subject to a table with a wide, low bench before it. The table hadn't been there before, but now...it was. Feeling tired, Tom slowly maneuvered her massive, globular body into the bench...then watched in wonder as the coleslaw was set on the table...soon to be joined by a similar gallon tub of macaroni salad...pasta salad...potato salad...a pan of lasagna...a platter of spicy chicken wings...a basket of soft, fresh bread dripping with sweet butter...
"There you are, honey. A real feast. Hungry?"
"Starving!"
"Then go to it, girl."
The nearly immobile girl shoveled a ladle of slaw into her mouth (cool and delicious), followed by another bite of her sandwich (meaty-cheesy-goodness) several wings (hot, spicy, wonderful) and a half a buttered roll. Her hands and cheeks were glistening with grease and oil. Elisa brought out a wet towel and wiped her cheeks off.
"Thank you." said Tom, not caring about the mental anguish she'd been put through. Elisa smiled down at her creation. An observer wouldn't have called it a pleasant smile.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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