A bigger Red Riding Hood - 2

Dishclaimer : bbw ssbbw, weightgain, stuffing, groomy prey-pred relationship.

The young woman was now visitting her grandma with haste ! Albeit as much haste as her voluptuous body would allow ; even her calves brushed with every step, while her thighs constantly rubbed in a tight, sweaty grip, her wide, heavy stomach swaying left and right, and her hearty rump bumping right and left…
Grandma would always welcome her with a little treat and a warm, tight hug, before indulging in their delightful sessions of feeding. At some point grandma even kept bringing more delicious food to her feedee's eager mouth after the basket had been emptied whole in her stomach, the big girl enjoyed additionnal big buttery pastries dipped in thick, sweet jam, big fluffy cakes, full platters of rich, creamy pudding and so on, and when she asked where all this could possily come from, the woman simply giggled nonchalantly and said she had food stashes, and Charlotte took it as a neat and convenient fact.
The fat girl would let herself get stuffed like cattle by her doting breeder and once she was filled to the brim, her dear, benevolent grandma would help her down on the lavish sofa for some well earned rest. Not only did the food taste and feel better when she was being handfed, but Charlotte also discovered how potent the pleasure of decadence was : she would be laying on her back like an enormous sow and have grandma kneeling by her side, gently massaging and playfully tickling her stuffed, full, distended gut while singing her songs, counting fairy tales and cooing love words. What true bliss, for our good Charlotte !

However, the unexpected discovery of this delightful tenderness came around the same time as mommy's realisation that this whole situation was getting too worrysome. Mommy had to keep stitching Charlotte's clothes larger and larger, she had eventually just given up on the very principle of a belt, then even trousers had become unwearable, Charlotte's figure could only accomodate a single large and long piece of cloth that struggled to stretch around her vast waist. Fortunately, her iconic red riding hood still mostly fit.
Mommy looked at her everygrowing obese daughter without the slightest attempt to conceal her disgust and concern ; her frisky little daughter was turning into a blob of soft, wobbly flesh, and she did not like that at all. With her daughter drifting out of control, she felt that she herself was losing control over her little world. While mommy was grimacing when she watched her eat, told her she was too Fat ! whenever she could and blatantly shaming her with no manners, grandma was lovingly petting her during and after the meals, kissing her and blowing raspberries and telling her she was beautiful at any occasion.
The home meals shrunk, even the basket evaporated, but big Charlotte's figure did most certainly not, much to mommy's dismay.

« Grandma, » The young girl said when her caretaker was done singing her a song of elden words, « Do you think I'm… too fat ? » A few seconds of confused silence ensued, as the young girl's chin began trembling, grandma responded.
« Too fat for what, dear ? »
« Mommy says I'm g-getting too f-fat, just in general » She whimpered. « She wants to put me on a diet… »
Grandma sat back up and hugged her sobbing daughter, kissing her puffy warm cheeks Now, now, don't cry over that, sweetheart… She whispered tenderly in her hear, you are a gorgeous young woman, your body is as beautiful as anybody else's… And even more, to me…
« And beside, » she added, with energy, « It's quite rich from your mother to claim that you'd be « too fat » ! »
« Hm ? Why? » Asked the young girl, distracted from her heartache, and Grandma put on the playful attitude of a tattletale to help her.
« Oh, Oh ! Sweetie, could she have omitted to tell you ? How come… Ah ! If only I could show you just how much of a meaty, swollen swine your dear little mother was, when she was just about your age ! » She went into a hearty fit of laugh.
« What ? » Charlotte exclaimed while a hint of a smile, on her wet, red cheeks, « Mommy was… Fat ?! »
« Oh « fat » ? you're not making it justice, dear : she was mindblowingly enormous ! At the very least twice your current size, and she was of smaller height, too ! At some point she was so lardloaded that she simply couldn't stand to her very feet ! I had to help her with everything. » She said, in a real mime show.
« Really ? I never could have guessed ! » Charlotte giggled, enjoying the scene and imagining her mommy in such a state.
« You bet ! And I didn't quite mind that… You've had the occasion to see how well I can take care of a bigger girl, hm ? I just can't stand poor, famished, scrawny creatures, it truly saddens me ! So, to know that she wants to put you on a diet ! Oh ! I'm so disapointed in her… » And she sat back to Charlotte's side to hug her, my poor biggie, what would she do to you if I weren't there… She cooed again, grabbing a plump, creamy pastry and gently sliding it in the girl's mouth, letting her slowly chew and swallow, there… there… she barely whispered, caressing the obese girl's exposed upper belly roll, eyeing it with a toothy smile.
But our big butterball of a Charlotte would eventually find out.


On day, as she was coming back from grandma, running late as she was stuffed to the brim and slower than ever, the poor wolf couldn't really help her, despite his playful attempts to nuzzle her forward, the poor young girl had a most unpleasant surprise. As they were nearing her home, she waved the wolf goodbye, but then a she saw her mother standing in front of the door, her arms crossed and visibly upset, and as soon as they made eye-contact, Charlotte knew she was in for a bad time. Of course, she knew she was late, but it had become an habit, lately, but she saw her mom rush to her, and as she was trying to apologise, her mother simply grabbed her by the arm, -the best she could grab this flab-swollen piece of arm, at least- and forcing her back home.
Focusing on her heavy steps in order not to fall as she was being dragged, she tried to ask her mommy what the problem was, but after her daily walk and with this sudden surprise, she could barely utter any words between her wheezy breaths.
Once inside, her mother dragged her into the living room, where someone had been waiting.
« Good lord ! Is this truly her ? She's enormous ! » It was her grandmother. She was looking older, uglier and far more scornful than Charlotte had gotten used to. « Carole, how could you have let your own daughter turn into… this ?! » She asked, poking into the soft, pale flesh of Charlotte's exposed underbelly with a stiff finger and making it wobble while displaying an air of utter disgust.
This simple question cast a few seconds of silence, Charlotte saw mommy turn bright red, there was so much shame and anger in her mother's face that the young girl could only stare at the ground, her heart pounding in her constricted chest as she barely understood what was happening, why her grandmother was acting this way, how and why she had even made it here !
« Where were you ? » Snapped her mother abruptly, but as Charlotte was so dumbfounded by this question, she repeated it more vehemently, slapping her fat arm.
Our big Charlotte was sweating, truly confused, she felt a crushing weight of shame, and threat all around her, she rose her shaky, pudgy hand and stuttered she was at her grandmother's cottage, with her, and yet this honest answer only seemed to make things worse, Grandmother claped her tongue and shook her head with disapointment, or contempt.
« An obese and selfish liar. Congratulations, Carole. » Whispered the old woman, not even looking at her granddaughter. « I assume I simply can't count on either of you to take care of me in my old age, aye. Well I suppose I too failed at raising my child, then. » She added as she was heading towards the door.
Charlotte's mom went to stop her from leaving, but right beforehand, she grabbed her fatty arm again and almost growled with clenched teeth « How dare you say such a stupid, blatant lie ! And in front of her, too ! You… You- » She couldn't even finish, but she slapped her cheek before rushing towards grandma.
Our poor big girl of a Charlotte just stood there, thunderstruck : panting, sweating profusely, overtaken with vertigo but unable to make the slightest move, as if her mother and grandmother would dash to her and tear her down if she so much as sat down.
She could hear them arguing outside, strong muffled voices echoing around. Despite her panicked state she managed to pick up on some informations : mommy explained she had reduced her meals down to the strict minimum and even the portions of the basket… Her grandmother claimed she hadn't seen her or received any food in weeks, despite letters that mommy had apparently never received… Eventually they went quieter, or Charlotte blacked out.

« Oh… Slept well ? Got some sweet dreams ? » She heard the cold voice of her mother as she was waking up. She was sat in a chair, filling it up tightly, mommy sat in front of her in her rocking chair, with a book on her lap. It was dark outside, already.
« Where is grandma ? » Charlotte asked quietly.
« Well she left. Obviously. » Her mother answered abruptly. « For now on I'll be the one fetching her daily basket ; if you even care aout that. Since you can evidently not be trusted around any food. Or at all, really. » She said, before letting the silence fill up all the dimly lit room.
Big Charlotte was just prostrated in her tight seat, she still didn't dare to move or say anything. She couldn't even look at the floor, so she just looked at her own pudgy hands and the distended piece of fabric desperately trying to cover her upper belly-roll ; when she rose her eyes she'd see her mother reading silently, the candle light outlining her closed, exasperated face. She wanted dinner, but she felt that asking for a meal, of all things, would have gotten her mother to shatter her still mask into a frenzied rage. So she just sat there, doing her best not to sob and breathe as silently as possible.
The mat sound of a book snapping shut eventually made her jiggle, her heart immediately started pounding as she felt vertigo taking over again, even before she had crossed her mother's gaze.
« Charlotte, is it any use to ask you again where you've been going to ? » She asked, with the same, monotone, cold voice.
Poor Charlotte knew her answer had not satisfied them before, but she told her the truth She was just with grandma.
Mommy's eyebrows rose and she slowly blinked. « Wonderful, dear. » She whispered as she opened her book again, but quickly added « You know, if you ever feel like telling your own mother the truth, I'll always be there to listen. But if not, I'd advise you learn to make yourself as discrete as a m- well, as you can. »
But this time Charlotte couldn't bear with this nonsensical injustice « But I was with grandma ! She fed me, told me some fairy tales then I took a digestive nap and I came back here, like yesterday, and the previous day ! » She said, finally allowing herself to be loud, and started sobbing.
« Oh, wow ! Well she'll be glad to find out you'd been with her all along, won't she now ! And- wait, she fed you ? » Her mother had now left her book, she fully locked eye contact with her. And when she saw her daughter nod, she startred laughing. « So, fatty, you're telling me that it's grandma who has been the one feeding you into… This, right ? She has been the one fattening you up for weeks and now, oh well today she just decided to come here and claim you hadn't brought her anything in two months and a half, just for the fun of it, just so she could blame me ! Am I understanding it right ? » She asked, with a frantic smile and strange glimmer in her eyes.
Charlotte was just crying, burrowing her face in her cold, chubby hands. And that's when her stomach started rumbling, renewing her sobbing.
Mommy just got up, approached her daughter and kneeled by her side, taking her hands apart to reveal her red face, just to lock her cold gaze into hers.
« Charlotte, you know what ? There : I give up. I can't be bothered to care anymore. You win. Since there's nothing you care about except to eat yourself fatter, well just do it. » She said plainly. « Just eat, gorge yourself, stuff yourself up, eat anything. » She continued with a fake smile and half closed eyes. « No, eat everything- you know what, no : I'll be the one feeding you. Just like grandma, hm ? » she giggled, patted her obese daugher's enormous belly and stood up. « Here, fatty, don't move an inch, I'll fetch you all the fudder your big fat gut demands, I'll be right back, dear ! » She giggled further while happily skipping to the kitchen.
Our big sobbing mess of a Charlotte was panicking even more by the minute, what the hell was going on, today ? She had no idea what to expect, everything was spiraling out of control : for all she knew, she might see her own mother come back in seconds with a knife and kill her on the spot ! She needed to leave, now ; perhaps would grandma… -Well, perhaps would the wolf help her ?
She started wiggling around, trying to nudge herself forward, and she did manage to squish herself out of the seat's tight embrace, but as she stood up, all wobbly, a violent vertigo overtook her and made her flop right back into it. Now the stress of being stuck…
She heard her mother's voice chirping I'm coming, sweetie ! from the kitchen and her footsteps approaching and the poor young girl started whimpering and wiggling around again to try to get herself out of this. But it was no use.
« Anw, now what is that ! Don't strain yourself like that ! » Mommy said as she was carrying a big luscious platter overflowing with treats and goods, she gently plopped it on a table, brought her rocking chair and the said table right before Charlotte's seat and installed herself right in front of her. She bent towards the platter, fidgetting and humming, eventually picking some orange quarters.
Charlotte was looking at all this with wide, confused eyes, she still didn't know what to think of it all, mommy noticed it. She leaned towards her face, wiped the last of her tears away and gently pinched her big red cheek. « Relax, fatty, you'll get yourself a heart-attack… » She chuckled, before slipping an orange quarter in her daughter's mouth and cooing into her ear : « Mommy's just gonna nourish you now, don't worry. Isn't it what you want, anyways, to be fed ? Hm ? Well just relax now… » And Charlotte did, she just ate the orange her mother was feeding her, not saying anything.
« I'm sorry for acting up… » Mommy said in a thoughtful whisper. She paused and giggled again « You know what, I'm sorry for trying to raise you like a good little girl. It was obviously a mistake. » she picked up a loaf a bread, tore it and dipped it into a jar of marmalade before force-feeding it to Charlotte. « I really tried my best, but now look at you, you're in your early twenties, and you weigh as much as four or five girls your age -or even more, for all I know ! » She tore another piece, began slathering it in butter, this time. « You do nothing all day, just sleep like a lazy, lavish beast and disappear to who-knows-where to get yourself all filled- and fattened up. » She plunged it in Charlotte's mouth again, even though she was not resisting at all. « And look at you, you are just content with this situation, aren't you ? » But she got no answer, the young woman just felt a wave of warmth and shame in her face, she could do nothing but eat.
« At this point, I just want you to understand : when I saw you stumble from the path I had set, I really panicked and tried to force you back into it any way I could ; that obviously didn't work, perhaps even made things worse : I apologise. » She scooped a big spoonful of jelly and wiggled it before Charlotte's waiting, open mouth, like a mother with her obedient toddler. « perhaps I should have let you indulge in your gluttony from the start. Hm ? Maybe instead of scolding you for getting so fat and trying to put you on a diet, I should have congratulated you everytime I had to stitch your clothes larger, and praised every new flabby roll of fat that formed on this stomach of yours. » she gently rubbed her finger in the warm cleft underneath her upper belly-roll, wiggling it in her navel with a childish smile.
Charlotte was getting uncomfortable, having her mother arching over her like an almost threatening figure, and just shame and tease her, she felt so small, so helpless… But also like a cradled baby ; why was mommy being so mean in such a gentle way ? But she did like the food, and wanted more. She was eagerly eyeing the platter's content, wondering what would be next. Of course mommy did notice and let out a good hearted chuckle.
« You see… » She resumed, picking a big shiny pastry, that she also dipped in marmalade, « Instead of trying to force you back into a mold, I should have embraced your change and accepted I'd now have to take care not of a young girl I should turn into a woman, but… of a plump piglet I should turn into a nice sow ; a big… fat… hog. »
Charlotte looked at her, her eyes like saucers, she felt another strong wave of warmth in her own cheeks, shame and a strange arousal bubbling in her chest and lower belly, she stopped chewing for a moment : « What ? Don't you agree, piggy ? » Mommy had a big, cheeky smile and a sharp, playful stare ; she seemed to mean every single word she had said. And she simply resumed feeding her with one hand and caressing her pale skin with the other, gently tapping, pressing and pinching her doughy flab.
And our nice and fat pig of a Charlotte couldn't articulate a thing, she was still bright red and faintly whimpered as she kept chewing and gulping her handfed treats, and kept opening her mouth all wide for more.