This choice: …obese and buxom arcanine. • Go Back... Most people in the world knew of Stephanie Alain, and those that didn’t were certainly aware of the multination corporation that she was the CEO of: Goldshine. The arcanine had taken a small struggling company and turned it into an unstoppable juggernaut that rivaled some nations in terms of power and worth. The globe spanning empire had grown so big that Ms. Alain wasn’t personally required for much, the company practically ran itself, though she still possessed considerable power over the direction the business went, she just didn’t have to exercise it much. You came into her life nearly two years ago, just after she had closed one of the biggest deals in the history of her company.
The then already weighty woman –due to a potent combination of genetics, minimal time to exercise, discovering and making use of her superlative talents for vore, having quite the sweet tooth, and enjoying her body – had been looking for a little stress-relief, and found you. It started out as a fling, you had no delusions about that, but it grew into so much more. Now just over a year ago, early one morning after a marathon sex session, she revealed to you that she sometimes thought about having some time away from being such a powerful figure. You casually made a suggestion, and though she was somewhat hesitant, she decided to give it a try. Stephanie grew to like your idea, so that now in addition to being an extremely powerful woman in the public eye, whenever she was with you she was yours in mind, body, and soul. There were no safe words, and complete freedom was afforded to you; whatever you asked or told, she did without question, and whatever you wanted to do to her, she took it completely willingly. This led to her weight practically exploding, as you had come to enjoy her meaty body and wanted more and more of it to enjoy.
Tonight’s festivities were pretty standard so far, you had handcuffed her and left her chained to a hook attached to the ceiling nearly half an hour ago, and she had been waiting patiently ever since. Naked save for the thick leather collar about her neck—bearing a golden tag that read “Property of Victoria Morgan” that shimmered above the vast swell of her breasts. She jumped just slightly upon hearing you enter, jingling the chain above her head and jiggling her many acreages of fat, but her mouth was kept shut as you had directed her. She was facing away from the door and by extension you, providing a most thrilling view as well as tempting target: the twin golden and black striped moons of her behemoth rump. Each mound was of couch crushing girth – and you knew that from experience – and oozed into hips and thighs so massive that there was no chance of missing them.
Taking the crop in both hands, you flexed it, getting a feel for it again, before winding up and flicking it forward whip fast, striking one of Stephanie’s great cheeks. The leather keeper at the end met her hide with a gloriously sharp snap, drawing a little gasp from her throat that softened into a slight moan. Drawing the crop back, you flicked it forward again, a fraction harder this time; Vanessa shuddered from head to toe with the impact. A tooth baring smile split your face nearly from ear to ear as you watched. You repeatedly struck her, each time harder than the last, till she likely would have been howling to the moon outside if she hadn’t been following your command. You stopped just as suddenly as you started, then wandered around in front of her, again slapping the crop in your other hand.
“Was that as good for you as it was for me, my pet?” you purred.
Stephanie only nodded in return, biting her lip with a deep blush spreading around her face and neck, visible even through her thick fur.
“Well that’s good to hear, but maybe I should see for myself, just to be sure, hmm?” you then “asked”.
Not waiting for an answer, you ambled up closer to your pet, and stepped around partially to her side. Her black furred stomach was so large, so heavy, and hung so low when she was standing up that you were forced to go around to the side to do what you wanted to do. Even from this vantage point, you had to get so close that your breasts were practically engulfed in her blubbery flank, even with their exceptional size. Without warning, you plunged your arm into the crevice where her stomach and hip should have been separate entities. Your fingers were easily able to follow the sense of heat till you found your target; as expected, she was sopping wet and heated far above normal, even from just this bit of foreplay. Stephanie gasped slightly as you briefly fingered her, as well as pinching and rolling her clit between your agile fingers.
Extracting your hand, you glanced at the glistening moisture that she left coating your fingers; you then held it up to her face and gave her a simple command: “Suck them clean.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, she latched onto your fingers, her big tongue lapping, and her voluminous lips puckering. Your mouth work was getting you more than a little further aroused, so you let her continue for several seconds longer than was needed, then pulling your hand away with a pop. Almost as if cued by your hand escaping her mouth, her stomach let loose with an almighty growl, enough to cause her immense body to wobble around nearly as much as when you were striking her with the crop.
“Oh, hungry again, you gluttonous butterball?” you asked, to which she nodded earnestly. “So soon, even after today alone you’ve already ate more than some people eat in a week?” her blush grew more vibrant and she nodded even more strongly.
You reached up and gripped her jowls, making her look at the wall ahead of her with a mirror that showed only a fraction of her bulk.
“But look at yourself, you’re already so fat and bloated, if you eat any more you’re only going to get even bigger. Do you really want that, to add even more fat to your body when you’re already having trouble moving around by yourself?” she nodded the hardest yet, shaking every inch of her body, as well as letting out a little whining noise from the back of her throat. “Come now, say it, give voice what you want, my pet,” you commanded, brandishing the crop and giving her a sharp smack in the stomach, near the cavernous crater that was her belly button.
“I…I want to eat again, and get fatter for you, mistress!” she cried out.
Your nose was filled with the heavy scent of her arousal, and you could now even see trails of moisture winding down the insides of her legs.
With another wide smile splitting your face, you looked her in the eye and said, “Very good, my pet, very good indeed, because that’s exactly what I want you to do too.”
Reaching up again, you cupped your hands around her flabby cheeks and gave them a quick wiggle. You then gave her another sharp strike in the stomach with the crop, and her stomach growled loudly in return. Turning away from her, you went over to another door, one for “willing” meals to be brought in.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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