Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Goo do you think you are?

“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!”

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