“And here’s our superstar now” shouted Taylor as Hannah
walked into the office, the gaggle of girls around her computer burst into fits
of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Asked Hannah suspiciously.
“Oh nothing, tell us though, how often do you get hungry?”
“What do you mean?” The colour draining from her face, she
knew exactly what Taylor meant but prayed that this wasn’t happening.
“Oh don’t play coy with us Hungry Hannah”
The name that she had dreaded hearing was now spilling from
the lips of the queen bee of the office. Taylor was model quality beautiful,
slim and toned the brunette beauty would have been better suited to a catwalk
in Paris rather than a call centre. And Hannah? Well let’s say that her screen
name fit her perfectly.
Hannah was a big girl and had no hang ups about it, long
blonde curls fell over the shoulders of her well fed, 300lbs figure, one that
was perfectly in proportion. No, there was no embarrassment at her figure, the
embarrassment came at the fact that Taylor had just called her by the name she
used when she made her videos. Hannah loved her food and loved showing off her
body and when she put the two together, well she adored the feedee lifestyle
and her fans adored her.
Hungry Hannah had been making feedism related videos in some
form or another for a couple of years now, often with fellow BBWs that she had
met in the feedism community. It wasn’t something she talked openly about at
work but now, now everyone had seen her stuffing her face and her friend’s face
dressed only in bikinis.
“Where did you get that video?” She Asked apprehensively,
now it was Taylor’s turn to blush
“My brother showed it to me!” She almost shouted, as if to
distance herself from the scenes playing on her computer. “He picked me up from
work on Friday and recognised her, I don’t know where he saw it but he showed
me” she desperately looked around at her coworkers to see if they believed her.
“Do I have to remind you ladies that your shift starts at
9am sharp? Not 9:05, not in a minute, 9am! Get to work!” The party was broken
up by Mr Tomlinson.
For the rest of the shift it felt that whenever Hannah
looked up Taylor would be looking over in her direction, smirking to herself.
Hannah made an excuse to Tomlinson about needing to visit the doctor that
afternoon and left early.
Probably off to see if the Halloween candy is half off yet
laughed Taylor to another one of their co-workers. She was then struck by a
great idea, she already had her cheerleader costume sorted for the office
Halloween party tomorrow night but she was sure she’d be the smash hit if she
could somehow go as Hungry Hannah!
It would be a last minute rush job but it was worth a try so
she made her excuses and left work early too.
Taylor knew that it would take some luck to pull this off.
She’d managed to find an appropriately sized bikini on Amazon along with a
blonde wig and they were available to be delivered later on that day! The
problem was how was she going to make herself look 300lbs?
She had thought about one of those inflatable costumes but
nowhere could deliver in time and every shop she had been to were sold out.
There was one last place she was going to try. It wasn’t a costume shop as such
but she figured they may be able to help her. She couldn’t get through on the
phone so decided to drop by the shop.
Movie Magic FX was located on a business park just outside
of town, identified only by a small sign above a nondescript door. Taylor
spared no time walking on through. What she found on the other side wasn’t what
she was expecting. Instead of a shop she found a large workshop, half-finished
monster masks and mannequins in various stages of undress littered the untidy
space.
“Hello?” She called out. This seemingly set off a large
crash.
“Oh bloody hell!” She heard someone shout, the owner of the
voice stumbled in to view as he made his way over to Taylor.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“Err rude!” Replied Taylor “I’m here to get a Halloween
costume, I need you to help me.”
“Young lady, this is not a costume shop. This is my workshop
I create special effects for the movie industry. I’m sorry I can’t help you”
“Oh I see” said Taylor dejectedly “wait! If you do sfx maybe
you can help me?”
“Oh no, my work doesn’t come cheap, certainly not to be
wasted on a Halloween party.”
“Oh come on, you’ve got to have some old fat-suit around
here, maybe I could rent it?”
The old man paused for a moment and stroked his moustache.
“Fat-suit you say?...” he seemed to be in a world of his own, he was snapped
back to reality by an impatient Taylor.
“Err hello?! Can you help me or not?”
“Young lady I might be able to at that. Now just so we’re
clear I am not a costumer and if you tell your friends where you got this there
will be some serious legal ramifications, understand?” He asked as he rifled
through some drawers.
“Yeah whatever! I just wanna look awesome tomorrow night”
“I just need you to sign these NDAs and hold harmless
agreements and we can begin”
After Taylor signed the papers the artist led her over to an
area to the rear of his workshop. Once there he pulled a large board off of
what looked to be an old hot tub.
“What’s that?”
“That, my dear is your costume”
Inside the tub appeared to be a large amount of bright pink
viscous liquid. Taylor reached out to touch it.
“Don’t touch it!” Shouted the artist “at least not yet”
“So how does it work?” Asked Taylor
“Quite frankly dear I believe you lack the mental capacity
to fully understand my work so I’m not going to bother with the details. Just
know that I’ve developed a system where any artist will be able to create a 3D
model using this software, apply the properties to the compound…”
“This pink stuff?”
“Yes… the pink stuff. The compound can then be attached to a
host to become living, breathing makeup!” The artist stood triumphantly, his
arms raised in the air.
“So this stuff is alive?”
“Not as such, but it has a memory, a kind of artificial
intelligence if you will”
“Okay can we get on with it?”
“Very well, how big did you need to be?”
“Oh can you make me as big as her?” She asked pulling out her
phone and playing Hannah’s video.
“That shouldn’t be a problem, and the face?”
“No leave the face like mine but fatter obviously”
It took a number of hours as the makeup artist worked from
pictures of Hannah and Taylor to create a 3D model to work with, all the while
Taylor rambled on about sticking it to Hannah.
“I think we’re done” proclaimed the artist “normally I would
spend weeks on one of these models but I’m sure this will suffice for your
petty means”
“So what now?
“Well I’d disrobe if I didn’t want to shred those pretty
clothes young lady, you can use this old shade to hide your dignity. When
you’re done dip your finger in the tub and let me know”
Taylor did as the artist said and cried out “ready!”
As soon as the artist flicked the switch the goo started to
climb up Taylor’s arm, enveloping her as it slowly spread all over her body,
forming itself into the model that the artist had created. Once it was finished
the goo stabilised and took on the appearance of her own skin.
“Hahaha excellent!” Cried Taylor.
She had taken on an appearance that could be considered
Hannah’s body double. Her round soft belly doubled at the navel, her upper arms
flapped as thrust her arms upwards, she set a wave jiggling as she slapped her
now well-padded backside.
“Hey I felt that!”
“Naturally, as I said, the compound has an AI, as a means to
protect itself it passes on any sensation directly to you. Essentially you are
wearing a 200lb suit of armour but please don’t test that theory”
“Right I’m gonna take this off, you got something to carry
it in?”
“Yes, in fact, it is imperative that once you remove the
compound you seal it away in this container until you can return it back to me
for deprogramming. I can’t stress enough how important it is not to leave this
unattended”
“Yeah I got ya now gimme a little privacy will ya?”
After listening through the artist’s lectures about the goo
and its tendency to become unstable if separated from the host and some other
boring stuff Taylor had her costume. She could barely keep her mind on her work
the next day, thinking how funny it would be to show up Hannah.
When work was done the ladies split off to apply their
costumes. Taylor locked herself in the disabled restroom and stripped off, she
slowly released the clasps on the container and it almost hissed as the lid
came off. Tentatively she dipped her toe in the bucket and marvelled as it
slowly climbed up her leg, transforming her into her co-worker's double as it
did.
“That guys gonna be rich for making this, I wonder if I can
get some of it for being his test subject” she wondered aloud.
She waited for it to stabilise and fixed her wig and bikini,
she blew herself a kiss in the mirror, “looks like Hungry Hannah is ready to
play” she laughed at her chubby reflection.
When she returned to the office there was an audible gasp
which was followed by roars of laughter. Taylor played up to it like a pro.
“Oh don’t mind Hungry Hannah here, just show me to the
buffet!”
Hannah meanwhile, was fuming and stormed right up to her,
the tail on her costume swishing as she did.
“What the hell is your problem?” She asked
“What?! Don’t you know that imitation is the sincerest form
of flattery? Now shift it Catwoman I gotta eat! Or should that be fatwoman?”
And with that Taylor made her way to the buffet.
For the rest of the night Taylor made sure she had a
constantly stacked plate and kept spouting dumb lines she thought Hungry Hannah
would say, especially when Hannah was in earshot. “I’m a big fat pig but I keep
eating anyway, especially if it’s on camera! I’m a dumb lesbo slut, I love
sucking on fat titties!, the only thing that could make this cake more
delicious is if I had a dildo in me while I was eating it!” The jibes continued
all night until Hannah went home at least. Taylor removed her costume in the
restroom, was it her imagination or was it harder to take off than the first
time? "Whatever" she thought "must just be tired." She
called a cab and was quickly home, she threw her bag down and got ready for
bed. If she had been more aware maybe she would have heard the clasp come
undone and a faint hiss escaping her bag but she was tired and went to bed.
When she woke up she quickly realised she wasn’t in her bed,
no she was in her living room. "No biggie" she thought until she
realised she was eating.
“Argh” she let out a scream as she realised she was once
again the 300lb fat girl she had been last night!
She got up and waddled to the bathroom, taking her pancakes
with her.
“What the fuck?!” She Exclaimed into the mirror, all the
while still eating the pancakes.
“I’ve gotta get this off!” She thought but the words that
came out of her mouth were quite different
“I love my big fat body because I’m a fucking weirdo”
accompanied by a smile and a wink. Her hand immediately flew to her mouth as
she recognised that was one of the taunts she had lobbed at Heather last night.
Frantically she tore at the goo, there was no denying it was harder to get off
this time but she managed it.
After securing the goo in the container she decided to have
a shower. She was going to get that stuff back to the artist straight after,
she didn’t want it in the house.
As she turned off the shower she was nice and relaxed, this
however would not last. As she pulled back the shower curtain, there in the
middle of the bathroom floor was the goo, sitting in a perfectly round puddle.
She let out a scream but that only seemed to alert it to her presence.
As she cowered in the corner of the tub the goo reared up
and launched itself at her, instantly transforming her into the 300lb woman she
had been mere moments before.
“There’s only one suitable container for food” she said to
no one in particular as she patted her round belly. “And this container is
empty” she giggled. A panicked look overtook her face as her body made its way
to the fridge and started fixing a sandwich, that was another insult she had
used on Hannah last night!
She managed to control herself long enough to grab her phone
and hit redial, the last number she had called was Movie Magic FX and luckily,
this time she got an answer.
“Hello, who is this?”
“I’m a big fat fuck toy you’d be too embarrassed to be seen
with in real life” her hand clasping over her mouth, embarrassed at what she
had just said
“ oh it’s you, why haven’t you returned my compound as
agreed?!”
“It’s gone crazy! It keeps attaching itself to me and making
me eat and say stuff!”
“You stupid girl! I warned you about the unpredictable
nature when it has been separated from its host! You were supposed to seal it
away!”
“I did honest!”
“Evidently That is incorrect”
“What can I do, I can barely control myself!”
“It seems like the compound has taken an imprint of you.. or
rather the character you were playing for so long when you wore it. Now that you
didn’t store it correctly it has attached itself to you because it believes
that is what it’s supposed to do. The longer you play the character, the harder
it will be to remove the compound.
“But what can I doooerrr don’t you think I’ll look so much
hotter with an extra 100lbs of lard on my ass? Argh! What can I do?!”
“It would be hard but the only thing I can think of to
weaken it would be to do something completely opposite to what you.. or in this
case your Hungry Hannah character would do. Don’t call me again, I’m skipping
town, good luck!”
With that the artist hung up and Taylor was left pondering
what would Hungry Hannah never do. She mulled the question over in her head as
she continued to munch on the huge sandwich she had prepared.
“That was it!” She thought “exercise!”
With all the willpower she could muster she pulled herself
away from the kitchen table and struggled to put herself through a brief
aerobic routine.
She was quite the sight as her massive tits flopped about as
she jogged on the spot and her big round belly made doing a proper squat
impossible. Slowly but surely Taylor felt the pressure in her head that she
hadn’t even noticed, begin to subside and she was eventually, after quite a
struggle, able to rid herself of the goo.
Exhausted she turned and made her way back to her bedroom
but before she could get too far something latched onto her ankle and she
tripped and fell. In its weakened state the goo didn’t have enough power to
launch itself at its target but it had enough power to drag Taylor across the
floor. As she clawed and scratched to get away the goo worked its way up her
body, suitably fattening its target as it climbed until once again Taylor was
clocking in as a 300lb beauty.
“All this exercise has revved up my appetite something
fierce! Better pig out on chocolate to make up for it!”
To her horror she realised she never said that to Hannah and
the goo was now making up new things for her to say.
With no energy left after her epic battle she was powerless
to stop herself raiding the sweets drawer of the fridge. She had no hope. Or
did she?
“Hannah!” She gasped into the phone in between mouthfuls of
chocolate.
“What?” Came the annoyed response
“Oh god, you gotta help me! That costume I was wearing last
night has come alive and won’t let me stop eating and..”
“Very fucking funny Taylor! Didn’t you get enough laughs
last night?! You need to get a life!”
“No Hannah please!” But all Taylor could hear was a dial
tone. Defeated, she continued to gorge on chocolate.
Hannah fully expected the onslaught of “jokes” to continue
when she got to work.
“I’ll probably need to find a new job” She thought to
herself.
But work was pretty quiet, mainly down to the absence of
Taylor. Hannah thought it strange, Taylor might be a bitch but she never missed
work without telling anyone.
In spite of her better judgement Hannah decided to call over
Taylor’s place on the way home just to make sure she was okay.
When she got there she found the front door unlocked.
Stepping tentatively into her nemesis’s abode she cautiously called out
“Taylor?”
“Through here” she heard a muffled shout from the other
room.
There she found Taylor in her costume from last night minus
the blonde wig.
“I’m a big fat pig but I keep eating anyway!”
“Oh fuck you Taylor I thought you were in trouble but you
just lured me here to mock me more!”
“No please! Hannah wait, I really can’t help iiiittttt help
but notice you are sexy as all hell why don’t you strip down to your underwear
and stuff me with this pizza?” Taylor clasped her hand over her mouth once
again mortified at what had just popped out of it.
Hannah looked at Taylor inquisitively and could see the
pleading in her eyes.
“You sure you’re not taking the piss?”
“I swear I’m not, it’s out of control, it even ordered these
pizzas when it ate what was left in my fridge!”
Hannah checked the fridge as if to substantiate her claim.
“Someone ate all the food in there” she heard Taylor say
behind her “be a sugar and fill it up and then we can have fun emptying it”
She turned around to find Taylor looking down at her feet,
thoroughly embarrassed.
“Okay, what are we gonna do?”
“The goo is too powerful, it’s been being… well my mockery
of you all day now, I don’t have the energy to fight it so I wonder if wonder
if you’d show me your tits argh! Maybe if we get down to that artist we can
force him to take it off. Do you have any spare clothes with you?”
“Well no it’s not like I carry oh wait I have my costume
from last night in my car”
“the Catwoman one?!”
“Well what else do you suggest?!”
“Fine”
Hannah went down to her car and retrieved the costume.
Taylor went into her room to change and came back out dressed in the velveteen
bodysuit.
“Mmmeow I’m a fat cat! Jiggle my belly to make me purr!”
Hannah knew that Taylor couldn’t control most of the things
coming out of her mouth but that didn’t make them any less sexy to her.
Taylor and Hannah finally got down to the artist’s workshop
only to find the place deserted. He hadn’t been lying about skipping town and
looked as though he’d scarpered as soon as he’d finished talking to Taylor on
the phone. A fact reinforced by the half eaten Danish left on the counter, a
Danish that Taylor promptly finished off herself.
“Control yourself woman” chided Hannah
“Sorry” offered Taylor sheepishly.
The two continued to root around the workshop looking for
any clue to the artists whereabouts but it was a fruitless endeavour.
“Hey, maybe there’s something on this computer” asked Hannah
as she flicked it on.
“Don’t touch that!” cried Taylor but it was already too
late. There was an almighty roar from the hot tub and this time it was Hannah’s
turn to clasp her hand over her mouth.
“Well I don’t think I’ll be getting the deposit back on that
costume”
EPILOGUE
“Honey I’m home” called Hannah as she walked into her
apartment.
“Through here” she heard a call from the other room.
She’d been sharing her apartment with Taylor for a little
under a year now. She’d felt guilty at first, she had been the one to press the
button and cause the accident after all, even if she had no idea there was even
more of the stuff.
Taylor refused to go back to work so they shared while she
looked for a new job.
It was during this period that Hannah broached the idea of
making some clips to keep some money coming in, it didn’t take much convincing
as Taylor was still heavily under the influence of the goo. The videos were a
big hit and people couldn’t get enough!
The girls grew closer after an evening of passion fuelled by
Taylor’s sexy words, they were working hard to eradicate the goo’s control over
Taylor’s mouth and were doing a great job of it. She knew that it was something
that had been planted there by the goo but there was no denying that Taylor now
had very real feelings for Hannah. Hannah for her part had done remarkably well
to put the taunting by the “slim” Taylor behind them. It was no doubt an easier
job given Taylor’s new figure.
Hannah leaned down to give her girlfriend a kiss.
“I’m a dumb lesbo slut, I love sucking on fat titties!
Urgh!” Blurted out Taylor.
They were making progress but Taylor was still prone to the
occasional outburst.
“I know honey” laughed Hannah as she disrobed.
“Hey! Knock it off! Did you get everything?”
“Sure did”
“Can we start? I’m starving”
Hannah clicked on the camera.
“I’m Hungry Hannah, 320lbs of feeding goddess”
“And I’m Titan Taylor, 500lbs of anticipation”
And then in unison.
“Welcome to the Feeding Diaries!”
Brilliant story
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