Dawn's Trip to Fantasy Island

Dawn Waddleston honked her horn. She had been stuck in gridlock traffic for what seemed like 40 minutes. She was going to be late for her doctor's appointment. When she finally got there, she found a spot to park, but as she was backing in to parallel park, another car behind her just swooped into it and stole it from her.
"Screw it!" she told herself "I'll use the parking garage... Hopefully they validate."
She arrived at the doctor's office five minutes late. The admittance clerk chided her.
"Dr. Spencer really frowns upon tardiness." she said in a sing-song chiding tone.
Dawn thought "That was rich! He's usually a half hour late to his own appointments."
But she knew she would pay and she was right. After being brought to an examination room and having her vitals taken by a nurse, she had to wait for an hour and a half before Dr. Spencer showed his face. "Hello, Dawn. I see the diet is having no effect on you, you've actually gained two pounds."
Dawn was really quite fat in her own opinion. She weighed about 350 pounds. She had fought her weight her whole life and was about at the point of just giving up on ever trying to be thin.
People were always giving her advice on how to fix her weight. She got the advice from her mom who she lived with so she could pay off her student loan debt. She got it from the men she dated. She got it from her doctor. She had the sort of shy, sweet demeanor that invited bullies.
Dr. Spencer gave her about five minutes of bullying before wrapping up the doctor's visit.
"An hour and a half wait for five minutes of that bullshit?", she thought.
As she was heading to her car in the parking garage, she realized that she hadn't gotten validated so she went back up to the doctor's office to find that it had just closed for the day. When she got back down to her car in the parking garage, she noticed that the person that parked next to her had sideswiped her car, leaving a horrible scratch and partially crumpled doors. Leaving the parking garage once again, she found that she had been there just over two hours, meaning that she had to pay for three hours of parking.
Dawn had a date that night with one of her co-workers, and decided that there was no time to go home and change and freshen up. She didn't want to be late for that too.
Harold Kowalski was a short bald unattractive man with a permanent scowl on his face. He was rude to everyone he worked with. Dawn was wondering why she even bothered with this date. They were ordering from the menu and Dawn contemplated getting the steak. Knowing what kind of man Harold was, she settled for the less expensive hamburger and fries. When she ordered this, Harold interrupted and explained to the waiter that, no, she would not be having the hamburger, she would be having the salad. He explained this without so much as the tiniest bit of eye contact with Dawn. Dawn's face went bright red with humiliation. It got even worse when Harold started arguing and haggling with the waiter in a way that told the waiter they were probably going to get no tip from this tightwad.
Dawn imagined hitting her favorite fast food restaurant on the way home as she ate her salad. Food at home was just as scarce due to her mom's critical eye. As if to make the evening more uncomfortable and embarrassing, the work clothes that Dawn was still wearing were deliberately washed by Dawn's mother in a way that made them shrink.
"Didn't those clothes used to fit you last week?" Harold asked in a sort of casual way.
She hated her life so much. Seeking to change the subject, Dawn said "My month-long sabbatical starts the day after tomorrow."
"Oh?", said Harold, "You've been at the firm five years already?"
"I went to Europe on mine. What are your plans?"
Dawn didn't want to admit that her plans were pretty much sleeping in, watching a lot of television and dining out when her mother was at work.
"I was thinking of visiting some college friends.", she lied.
Her college friends were married, had lives, and had pretty much been out of contact with her since college.
When the check came, Harold predictably split the check with her. He also failed to tip the waiter, for which Dawn responded by providing enough tip for the both of them.
"Fuck this day!", she thought to herself on her way home.
She stopped at a Mexican fast food restaurant and ordered enough food for three people.
She didn't want to face her mother's judgy eyes, so she parked in the parking lot and ate the whole thing before finally heading the rest of the way home.
As she walked in, her mother had noticed a couple of stains on her clothes and said "Ah, I see you've been stuffing your face with Mexican again."
Dawn didn't have the energy or patience to deal with her mother right then, so she ignored her and just went straight to her room.
Her mother wouldn't let it be, though, and came into her room and confronted her.
"You know, I'm serious, Dawn. You need to get your shit together. You need to lose weight, find your own place, and find a man. You are 28 years old."
And here it was again, the speech. She just wanted her mom to leave. And she wished she had another three meals of Mexican food to console herself with.
The next day at work, Dawn's boss Jim Benson had approached her with a friendly smile.
He said "Dawn! How good to see you! I wanted to talk to you before you started your sabbatical tomorrow..."
"Big plans for your sabbatical?" he asked.
"Well, you know, not really... A bunch of sleeping in, maybe?"
He smiled and shook his head.
"I thought that would be the case. You worked really hard in this company and we appreciate all of your efforts."
"The board really appreciates all of your efforts," he said, "and we've decided to give you this."
He handed her an envelope.
"It's an all expenses paid vacation to the most fantastic place that you could ever imagine. I've been there once myself. Kind of impossible to describe. You have to experience it to believe it. Anyway, whatever you experience there is gonna be completely different from my experience. I can tell you this, it's going to be life-changing! It was for me. I came back a different man."
Dawn was blown away by the gift. She opened the envelope and saw plane tickets with a large golden coupon for a four-week stay at a place called Fantasy Island. When she got back to her desk, she tried to Google Fantasy Island, but found absolutely no information about the place.
Dawn didn't really like vacations. The thing she found most disappointing about vacations is that they were inevitably over. After all of that time being free to do what she loved doing, it was inevitably back to the grind. 28 days would go by in the blink of an eye, then she would be back in her personal hell.
She decided that since it was all expenses paid that she was going to indulge in a lot of food.
"Fuck the haters," she said, "I'm gonna eat what I want, and I don't care if I come back 30 pounds heavier."
But then again, part of her told herself that 30 pounds will just make this hell even worse than it already is. She was already disappointed in her vacation and it hadn't even started yet.
That evening, she packed her roomiest clothes and spent time dreaming of what she would get up to on an all expenses paid vacation.
The next morning, she was surprised at the airport when she learned that she would be flying on a small private jet.
The flight was very luxurious.
She was served champagne and an assortment of hors d'oeuvres that, while not completely high-end, were completely decadent. It was stuff your face food.
After a six hour flight, the plane landed on an island.
Dawn asked the stewardess "Is this Fantasy Island?"
The stewardess laughed and said, "No, you're just transferring to that plane."
She pointed out the window at a big blue seaplane. There was a line of people waiting to board.
She took her baggage and followed the line of people boarding the sea-plane.
After the plane took off and they were in the air, conversation started around her.
From what she gathered, people got to live their biggest fantasies when on the island.
"My biggest fantasy is not having to go back to the hell that is my life." she thought to herself.
But she didn't know what her fantasy was going to be, so she tried to think of something a little more practical.
"Okay, I've got it!", she thought.
"I want to eat as much as I possibly can without gaining any weight."
At this thought, she felt her whole body surrounded by a warm golden glow. This sense of peace and tranquility descended upon her. After feeling this, she wondered if her silly little fantasy was actually going to come true.
The seaplane soon landed on another island. From the approach, it was impossible to tell how big or small the island was. Waiting on the runway, off to the side was a large group of smiling and waving people. Standing out among the people were two men dressed in white.
One of them a tall, muscled well dressed silver fox, and next to him, his face beaming, was a short little man who seemed uncontrollably happy.
The hotel that they were led to was incredibly gorgeous, lavishly decorated. She was checked in, then went off to her hotel room. It too was lavish, its beauty stunning.
Dawn kicked off her shoes and socks, washed her face, then started in on a bouquet of candy that was left on her dresser. As she stuffed her face, Dawn wondered if her fantasy of not gaining weight was really going to come true.
She was masticating a mouthful of chocolate when there was a knock at the door. She opened it to see the tall man in white standing there. She gestured to invite him in, her mouth still too full to speak. She covered her chocolate stuffed mouth in embarrassment.
"You just keep enjoying those," he told her. "I came here to talk to you about your fantasy. You indeed will be able to eat as much as you want and not gain weight," he said, as if answering her unspoken question from a moment ago, "but not in this realm."
"First, I will take you to visit another realm."
"I've arranged this with some," he paused there significantly, "'friends' of mine. I was a proud leader there once."
"So, get your shoes on, grab your luggage and we'll head there right now. You can bring the candy too if you'd like."
She did. It came in a basket that had a nice handle and it was some really quality chocolate.
They left the hotel and went into a building with a large bell that was in a steeple.
Descending into the basement of the building, she found herself in a large stone room that had doors leading off in all directions. He took a set of keys on a key ring and walked over to one of the doors motioning Dawn to follow. He unlocked the door and opened it, revealing a hallway that was bathed in surreal light. When they got to the end of the hallway, there was another door. Mr. Roark unlocked that and led her through. When they came out on the other side, they were outdoors. The door they emerged from was embedded into a solid rock.
Before them was an intersection of seven roads. Ancient signposts adorned them written in a language she didn't understand. On one of the roads, a man was waiting with a horse and carriage. Dawn thought that the horse was the fattest she had ever seen.
After helping her up into the carriage, Mr. Roark said "You will have to return here to the gate and leave by sunset of the 28th day. Otherwise, you will remain a member of this realm forevermore."
"Now while you are here, the food you eat will make you fatter. But once you cross back over into the earthly realm, any weight that you have gained here will be gone."
A look of concern washed across Dawn's face, but before she could say anything, he held up a hand as if to reassure her. Dawn't you worry, there'll be no stretch marks, loose skin, or saggy breasts.
Dawn was relieved by his words.
A stern serious expression crossed Mr. Roark's face and he leaned in close and whispered "I must warn you now, while you are here, if you see the devil, you must avoid him at all costs. And failing that, you must never, ever, under any circumstances whatsoever, bargain with him, trade with him, or make any bets. No matter how tempting, you must never, ever do these things."
He then smiled at her and said, "Enjoy yourself to the fullest!", and gave the carriage two swats indicating to the carriage driver to continue on his way.
The carriage drove on for about 45 minutes. As Dawn rode she passed farms that were overflowing with food. The pigs, cows, goats and even chickens were, for lack of a better word, obese! The carriage then drove into a large town that could have been straight out of the Middle Ages. It really had a timeless quality. The buildings were all made of natural materials and had all of the tell-tale signs of hand craftsmanship. They could have been from any era in pre-industrial civilization.
The carriage stopped in front of a hotel on the town's main street. It was surrounded by a sea of restaurants. She emerged from the carriage bringing her luggage and went into the hotel. A blonde girl of about 450 pounds was attending the front desk. The girl was massive. Most of her weight was in her belly. It was huge and went down nearly to her knees. Overall her body had a swollen, rubbery look about it. She had multiple chins and a lot of fat on her face. Her upper cheeks were swollen with fat, and her lips were also quite fat. The fat on her face seemed to pinch her features together.
She spoke first. "Welcome! Are you Dawn?"
"Yes I am!" she said nervously, smiling and walking over to the counter.
"Everyone's very excited for your arrival. We rarely get visitors."
"I am told that you are here for a food-filled visit. We certainly have lots of that!" the fat girl said, chuckling and causing her massive belly to jiggle.
"My name is Keras, by the way."
She extended her hand, which Dawn shyly shook.
Keras got quiet and serious for a moment and in a little whisper said "The best way to enjoy this place is to frequently imbibe in the hunger potions."
She rang a little bell that was on her counter and a bellhop soon appeared.
"Damon, two belly fluffers please, and then bring Miss Dawn's luggage to her room."
He gave a short bow and disappeared, returning a few moments later with two large glasses filled with a red liquid.
The girls each took a glass and Karis said, "Bottoms up!"
The odd liquid poured down Dawn's throat, filling her stomach with a warm glow. It was shortly followed by intense hunger pangs. Dawn slightly doubled over clutching her stomach.
"Sorry about that.", Karis said.
"I'm used to taking these on a full stomach when I want to continue binging after a large meal. I forget the effect they can have on someone who hasn't had much to eat that day."
Damon, who was beginning to gather Dawn's luggage, was holding Dawn's basket of candies from the hotel room earlier. Dawn quickly snatched that back from him and tore into the basket with wild abandon. With the frenzy of someone putting out a fire, she ate the entire basket.
There had to be about 6,000 calories worth of bonbons in her basket. There were turtles, milk chocolate, truffles, chocolate-covered caramel, chocolate-covered coconut, soft butterscotch flavored bonbons, cherry cordials and more. Something about her intensely aroused hunger had made those chocolates the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.
She smiled, panting slightly with the effort of stuffing her face.
"This is going to be the best vacation ever!"
Dawn turned to Keras and said "You know what's strange?"
Keras smiled knowingly and said "You're still hungry?"
"Yes!", said Dawn excitedly.
"That's the magic of the potions," Keras responded. "And while you are here, you can have as many of those potions as you want. They also help to speed the digestion of food!"
But Keras was misleading Dawn a little bit. The drinking of these potions was not a normal, regular thing. Not even among the townspeople of this place.
Keras gestured to the right of the reception desk.
"This massive thing over here is our scale. It's customary for new guests to weigh themselves when they arrive."
The beautiful monstrosity was more overengineered than a Swiss watch. Scales in this land were clearly a status symbol.
Dawn got on the scale. The needle spun slowly around until it reached 355 pounds.
"Looks like someone is severely malnourished!", Keras said with a wink.
Dawn grabbed her belly and shook it up and down with a smile. "Yes, I am."
It felt good to embrace her own fatness.
"Let's go grab some food!", Keras said.
The pair of them waddled out of the hotel and across the street to a large bustling restaurant. It appeared to serve Italian food. The inside was a beautifly finished rustic restaurant with widely spaced tables and sturdy benches beside. The lighting was low and warm, and the smell of delicious food filled the space.
The two girls plopped themselves down on opposite sides of the table. A large waitress, probably about 400 pounds approached the table. Most of her weight was in her ass and hips. She had a ponderous low hung belly that hung like a beach ball before the front of her thighs, and her ass, hips, and belly tapered up into fairly normal sized breasts and narrow shoulders. Up top the only parts of her that were somewhat padded was her fluffy upper arms. Minus the upper arms and the lower body, she could pass for a fairly mid-sized girl. She had red hair, fair skin and a very dainty, slightly upturned, snub nose.
"Hiya, hun." she said to Keras.
"Is this the new visitor?"
"Yep!" said Keras brightly.
"Dawn, this is Mel. Mel, meet Dawn."
Mel smirked and said "Are we starting with the belly fluffer?"
"No...", said Keras. "She's already had one."
"Wouldn't hurt to have another.", said Mel, winking at Keras.
Dawn, feeling a little more confident than usual, said "I want the most fattening drink you have with lots and lots of alcohol."
"One whiskey blizzard." said Mel, who then looked over at Keras.
"I'll have the same!" Keras said.
Mel handed the two of them menus and went off to get their drinks.
Dawn looked over the menus.
"I'm a little overwhelmed here," she said. "What do you recommend?"
"They do a lovely spaghetti and meatballs... Order the extra large, you've got room for it!"
Mel returned with their drinks. Dawn tasted a sample. She whistled.
"You weren't kidding about the alcohol!" she said to Mel.
"Just let me know when you want another." she said while affectionately rubbing Dawn's shoulder.
"You girls ready to order?"
"Yep!" said Keras, "We'll both have the spaghetti and meatballs with extra garlic bread."
"Good choice," said Mel.
Dawn had experienced enough so far to realize that, yes, she was truly in a magical place, and growing more confident that Mr. Roark's promises that she would lose all the weight once she re-entered the earthly realm. She let loose and dove head first into downing her drink. She took out the straw and downed it like she was at a frat party. The shake was so thick and rich that people at Five Guys would be saying, "Hey, tone it down, eh?"
Dawn wondered how fat she would get before she left this place. For once in her life, she was looking forward to getting fatter. There was something liberating about it.
"So what do you like to do for fun in this place?" Dawn asked.
"Well... there's eating!" Keras said with a wink and a smile.
But also the boys from a couple roads over like to come and visit.
She leaned in and whispered "They tend to be a horny bunch."
"And they like fat girls?" Dawn asked.
Keras looked at Dawn with a dumbfounded expression.
"Well, duh. If you want to meet some of them, I'll take you to the bar later."
The first food to come out was carried by two chefs. It was a six foot long tray holding two halves of a large sliced baguette. There had to be eight sticks of butter on the whole thing. It was wonderfully seasoned, and cooked to a caramelized, crisp perfection.
The girls immediately broke into the crispy, moist, greasy garlic bread, steaming with flavor. Before they were able to get very far into it, though, their spaghetti and meatballs arrived. Each bowl had to be about eight quarts and they were filled to the brim. The noodles were cooked to al dente perfection. The sauce had been reduced to a thick red paste. And the meatballs were flavor bombs of perfect seasoning.
They had been given a rotating parmesan cheese grinder and each girl covered their spaghetti and meatballs with a thick layer of the delicious melting cheese.
Dawn soon became lost in her eating. The two girls sat like silent trenchermen. Dawn was enjoying the experience so much. Too much, she thought. It was going to suck to have to go back to the real world. Here she was with 28 glorious days ahead of her, and that's what preoccupied her mind as she worked her way through the spaghetti and meatballs and the garlic bread.
Her stomach became filled with a quantity she was certain would have made her barf before having drunk the belly fluffer. It was just so much food. But she found she could kept eating and so eat she did. She also worked her way through three of the tall alcohol-laden milkshakes.
She was feeling drunk and adventurous and happy to be in the company of a new friend.
Suddenly, Dawn was bothered by something.
She spoke up.
"What do we pay?" she asked.
"Excuse me?" asked Keras.
"How do we pay for the food?"
"Ah...", said Keras, realizing what Dawn meant.
"Our eating the food is payment enough in this realm, for the joy comes from both sides."
"Wow!" said Dawn outloud.
Kyra slowly got up from her seat.
"Alright, now for our next stop: The Mounted Pig. It's a fun little bar just down the street."
"You'll be popular there, I just know."
Dawn also got up slowly from her seat, her belly full and weighty. The two of them stumbled and waddled along as they left and began to head down the street towards The Mounted Pig. On their way, they passed another restaurant, this time a Mexican restaurant. The smells coming out of it were amazing.
"Oh my god, that smells so good!", said Dawn. "I wish I wasn't stuffed to the gills."
Keras looked at Dawn skeptically. Then took her by the arm and said "Alright, come on."
She let her into the Mexican restaurant and they sat down at a table. Keras ordered them both another alcohol infused milkshake. This time it was coffee liqueur, and it was blended into a kind of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Then bypassing the pretense of them ordering separately. Keras ordered for both of them. The first thing they ordered were another pair of belly fluffers, but before the waitress left, Keras motioned her down and whispered something in her ear. The waitress smiled and winked at Keras and with a smirk looked over at Dawn. When she returned with the belly fluffers, Dawn was pretty sure that this one was a little bit more strong than the one she had back at the hotel. Dawn was surprised when she finished it that she was genuinely hungry again. Really and truly hungry.
The belly fluffers having kicked in, Keras flagged down their waitress again and ordered them both another alcohol-infused milkshake. She also ordered several dishes for the pair of them. The first dish was something called refried beans completo. Next was an order of green chili chicken enchiladas. Finally she ordered chips and guacamole.
The refried beans completo arrived first. It had to be a full two quarts of refried beans covered in onions, black olives, avocado slices, and sour cream with salsa on the side. Dawn was starving again and she tore into it big time.
"Easy there...", said Keras with a mischievious grin. "Too many of those beans and the boys at the Mounted Hog won't be able to leave you alone."
Dawn cracked a smile at Keras' joke and raised an eyebrow that said she was wondering if Keras was only half joking.
The chips and guacamole arrived and shortly after the girls abandoned their spoons in favor of scooping up their beans with chips.
The edge was just starting to diminish from Dawn's hunger when the enchiladas arrived. The portions were ridiculous, the plates comically oversized. The portions of the enchilada were approximately four inches high, eight inches wide, and 14 inches long. There was a massive heap of garnish: lettuce, tomatoes, onions, black olives, guacamole, and sour cream on the side of the plate. Once again, the girls sat and ate.
Towards the end of their enormous meal, Dawn was just about satiated again. They waddled out of there now having crossed the point from being buzzed to being full on drunk. They were drunk and about to enter a bar chock full of the horniest mens.
Starting their waddle to The Mounted Pig, Dawn felt particularly happy about being stuffed to the extreme. She liked the way her overfilled belly swayed from side to side. She liked knowing that she was going to walk into a place where she was not only desired, but she was a lusted after sex object.
As they walked into the bar, all the men turned their heads. They weren't shy, not even the least bit. Cat calls and wolf whistles erupted and the two girls waddled in further to the center of the room. Keras raised her flabby arms and did a slow turn showing off her body. Dawn followed suit by sticking her ass out and shaking it around. Dawn felt that the reaction to her display was a little more aroused.
Dawn reflected a moment recounting her corporate training and was pretty sure that the behavior of these men would qualify as what was labeled rape culture.
"What a bunch of hysteria!", she thought. "I'm really enjoying this."
One of the young men who Dawn could tell was especially aroused and obsessed with her approached her and they began talking.
They were both very drunk so most of the conversation was over Dawn's head but it roughly went like:
"Yeah man, Glutton girls are the best. Who wants to sleep with a sloth girl? They just sleep through it. And greed girls can't get enough cock. It's insane. Pride girls are too good for you. Wrath girls just want you to punish the fuck out of their eager-to-be-abused holes. And Envy girls are always trying to upgrade."
"Anyways, you guys have more cushion for the pushin'."
The man pinched Dawn's ass cheeks. This is something that in ordinary reality would have caused Dawn to slap him hard across the face. There was something about being in this fantasy realm that let her let go of that self-defense. She felt safe in this realm. Then she started to think about what he said.
Startled she realized that she was in the region of gluttony in a world built around the seven deadly sins. She wondered so many things at that instant: Who was in charge of this place? What is Mr. Roark doing with a gateway to this place? She reflected on his words "I was a proud leader there once."
Then she thought of it in terms of: what's the danger? When she left this world, she would be restored to how she was before she entered. Was she damning her soul by participating in these deadly sins? We all have these faults, she thought, why not explore them? Why make anything about this wrong? I did come here to commit actual gluttony. Better get my company's money's worth!"
She came to the conclusion also that the men from two roads over were men from the realm of lust and they had come to the realm of gluttony to satisfy their carnal desires. This was truly a one in a lifetime experience and Dawn was not going to pass up on it. She leaned into the young man and kissed him and then groped his crotch.
The men from Lust just oozed sex out of their pores. They came from a culture that studied every aspect of sex: their conversations, their body language, every movement was a dance orchestrated toward the purpose of sex. Dawn watched them and felt like she was watching a James Cameron produced porn video. They were all trained in the art of touching, of a thousand layers of invisible communication, of all the ways of seduction.
In more ways than one this kid was hard: he had a body built for sex, his penis was enormous, he had zero body fat, and he had muscles that could work his hips to drive that cock in and out of somebody more times a second than a woodpecker can peck. She was going to ride this fantasy creature of lust, even if she was drunk off her ass.
She leaned forward and gently whispered in his ear "I consent to you fucking the shit out of me, no matter how drunk I am, and I plan to get shitfaced!"
She looked him over again with hungry eyes and whispered "Later. At my hotel room."
She turned and called out "Bartender, I would like a vodka Kahlua mint chocolate chip milkshake."
Much of that evening was lost to Dawn, but she was pretty sure that she had fun. When she woke up the next morning, the young man from lust was plastered to her side, groping her with his hands and kissing her and nuzzling his face into her every fold. She was immediately aroused by his intense passion for her.
She was surprised that she wasn't feeling hungover. "This is the kind of place without consequences.", she thought.
She rolled over onto her stomach and slapped her ass twice, saying, ride me big boy. The young man from lust mounted her and began working her with his cock. She lay there, enjoying it. Feeling tender and slightly sore in places, she could tell she had been fucked all night while she slept. She wasn't so sure on the kid's attitude towards sloth girls after all, given that she had to have been a passed out lump of flab for most of it.
She pleasured herself at the thought of this and reached climax quickly before falling back to sleep while her insides were massaged by lust-dude's massive member. She was awoken a few minutes later as he was climaxing. "Oh! Don't stop snoring, I'm almost there." But he needn't have worried because he was already well over the edge.
"He's definitely into Sloth girls!" she thought.
The thing that Dawn realized most was that she was truly living in a fantasy world, and more than that, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity: an experience she would never be able to repeat. She was not going to waste this. She felt like she wasted her life, but this, this was something she was going to experience and she was going to take it to its limit. She looked at the miraculous creature of lust who is even now holding her and fondling and caressing her skin. If I don't embrace this, she told herself, my life is just not worth living. Thank you Mr. Roark, you have brought me my dreams, you are truly an angel. She was more correct than she knew.
"I apologize, but what is your name? Last night was a little blurry." Dawn asked.
Dawn wasn't sure, but it seemed like this made his cock perk up a little.
"I'm Tom!" he said with a warm smile.
They made their way down the hall to the hotel lobby. Dawn's waddle had loosened significantly from all of the food and fucking. In the hotel lobby, Dawn weighed herself again. She was 375 pounds. Shocked, Dawn wondered how much of that was food she hadn't digested yet. But she was even more surprised that she was actually hungry for breakfast.
"Wow! After everything I ate last night, I'm surprised that I'm actually very hungry," she said.
"Well, we can't have that." said Tom. "Let's get some breakfast into that beautiful belly of yours."
Tom and Dawn sauntered down the hallway toward the front office.
When they got there, Keras was there behind the admittance desk, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for someone who had gone on a pretty strong bender just a few hours before.
"I love it!", Keras screamed. "It's a simultaneous walk of shame and walk of fame. Congrats, heroes!"
Dawn wondered "Who was the shame and who was the fame?" But it was a fun light-hearted comment, and she smiled and blushed at the same time. Dawn had a lot of real shame. It really was the big dark cloud over her life. A core part of her wanted to explore shame and share it as intimacy with another, a psychology with which Tom had been specifically educated growing up in the kingdom of Lust. She would share her deepest secrets. A lot of her shame revolved around her weight, so the shared experience of being fed while bingeing really appealed to her. She wanted a partner in crime. That very morning she would find a partner in Tom.
Dawn snapped out of her thoughts "What did you say?" She asked.
"I said have you thought much about breakfast?" asked Kerass.
"Oh!" she said, looking uncertainly to Tom, "I really don't know what to do around these parts..."
"I'm taking her to a feeding house!", said Tom.
"Oh!", said Keras. "That's special." Dawn wasn't sure, but Keras seemed a little envious.
Keras looked at Dawn and said, "You'll have a good time sweet cheeks. Just don't let this experience go to waste."
And Dawn wasn't. She was hoping the experience would go to her hips.
Dawn did not quite understand what a feeding house was, but she quickly learned. It was basically like some kind of strange cross between a bed and breakfast and a restaurant that only had lover's seats inside personalized rooms. Within each was an intimate feeding space, furniture arranged so that there could be lots of touching of flesh on flesh. The menu was a little different than your average restaurant also. And that's ultimately what these were. These were restaurants: You arrived, you went in your private compartment, you were brought menus... but on these menus were all kinds of things that seemed fairly bland and present in mass quantities. Before you ordered, you were brought a picther of belly fluffer and as many glasses as people who are there. These were truly places for culinary atheletes.
The place that Tom chose was a breakfast place. Tom choose for Dawn that morning a breakfast of grits. He Chose three gallons of the sweet buttery grits and another three gallons of the cheesy savory grits. Tom cradled Dawn intimately as they awaited the arrival of her food. Tom requested extra butter, which they happen to have on hand, and provided an additional pound.
When the food arrived, Tom retrieved a wooden spoon instrument and began to scoop the grits into Dawn's mouth.
Dawn was excited about this encounter. She felt Tom's presence. She was gonna spend her morning having her stomach stuffed to the brim from this incredibly sexy man of extreme youth and vigor, and if she grew uncomfortable, she would be doused with a potion that would bring her hunger back to its fullest. She lusted after the pain. She fantasized about her begging him to stop, saying that she too full, but Tom continuing anyway. Her fantasy bucket list got just a little bit longer.
And that is exactly how the morning played out.
The combined six gallons of slop slowly tortured her stomach over hours with relief coming periodically in the form of belly fluffers. Dawn was truly doing a number on herself, and she found she was really into it. Tom was also really into it, packing in every last calorie he could force.
Tom held Dawn and made out with her while he plied her with the endless mountain of slop. Many times, Dawn came to the point of being too full to continue, but every time she got to that point, she was fed another belly fluffer. The feeding kept going for hours. Dawn felt comforted by the simple, repetitive flavors of the grits. Her gut was packed to bursting. By the end of it, her breathing was labored, and this spurred on Tom as he made out with her.
When they left the restaurant, Dawn looked like she was pregnant with triplets. Her waddle was now very ponderous. Tom led Dawn back across the street to her hotel.
They stopped in the lobby and Dawn weighed herself once again. She was 425 pounds.
"Holy lard balls!" Dawn said. "I'm not going to be able to walk by the time I have to leave!"
"You won't if I have anything to do with it!" said Tom, patting her belly.
She turned to him and they kissed. "What is wrong with me?", she thought. "I am in extreme pain and discomfort and celebrating it and it all is turning me on."
Tom led Dawn back to her bed where she quickly fell into a food coma. This display is more than Tom can bear and he has his way with her while she sleeps snoring away. Tom is surprised that Dawn can sleep through his complete ravishing of her. He ploughed her flesh every which way. They made love for hours with Dawn only getting up once to use the bathroom, an experience that surprisingly left her feeling more violated than anything that Tom had done to her. It turns out the quantities of food she had eaten did have their own consequences, but she soon climbed back in bed and fell quickly back to sleep and Tom resumed his holding, kissing, stroking, fondling and inevitably plowing her flesh. She could feel his obsession with her body in his touch.
Dawn awoke and found it was evening. Tom was spooning her, his cock deep inside her. He seemed to be asleep, but his cock was still semi-erect, embedded deeply in her flesh. It felt uncomfortable, but she liked that. She squeezed her flesh on his cock milking it to rock hard status again. He arouse, then held her passionately as he began thrusting. Dawn enjoyed the fullness and pain that she felt. She couldn't quite reach herself to play with her clit after this morning's breakfast. When Tom finally came, pumping his hot cum into her insides, she hadn't reached orgasm. This was fine with Dawn. She liked being horny and unsatisfied. It just made her into a bigger slut, and that's who she wanted to be on this vacation.
She was horny when they walked out into the hotel lobby. Dawn weighed herself again and was surprised to find that she had lost weight and was now down to 417 pounds. Reflecting on her bathroom experience, she did find it believable. The thought made her even more horny. She had practically given birth to a baby. She suspected that there would be more of that in the future, and was a little nervous about what tomorrow would be like after the breakfast she had.
Keras had walked into the lobby just then.
"Look at that belly!" she exclaimed, envy returning to her eyes.
She walked up to Dawn and just had to touch it. She lifted it slightly and jiggled it a little.
Then she leaned in close and whispered "Did he propose?"
"What?" said Dawn, completely shocked.
"I mean, taking you to a feeding house. That's pretty serious."
Dawn chuckled, realizing that she had no understanding of the customs of this place.
Tom walked over to where the two girls stood and put his arm around Dawn.
"Impressive isn't it?" he said to Keras, who was still holding Dawn's belly.
"Dawn ate two meals at the feeding house!"
"That's crazy!" exclaimed Keras.
"What do you weigh?", she asked.
"Well I was up to 425 this morning... but now I'm back down to 417."
"Oof," said Keras, "I bet you're not used to that part."
Smiling myschievously, Tom turned his head toward Dawn and winked.
Dawn's face went beet red. She cast her eyes downward, avoiding their eye contact as she fought a shy smile from breaking out on her face. She then broke out in an actual chuckle and had to look away from the two of them briefly until slightly regaining her composure and returning Tom's eye contact with a tight lipped smirk and watery loving eyes.
"Now that you've made some room, it's time to fill you up again." he said with a tone of lust in his voice.
Just being in Tom's presence made Dawn's pussy drip.
"What am I having for dinner?", Dawn asked.
"You'll be eating lasagna," Tom replied, his tone suggesting that he would brook no argument about it.
He emphasized the syllables of lasagna with gentle pokes into her belly. Dawn loved the way Tom treated her.
"Lead the way, sir!" she said.
Tom led her across the street to the Italian restaurant that she had eaten at yesterday. They chose a table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. Tom ordered Dawn a whiskey blizzard to start with and a beer for himself.
They both sat on the same side of the table, Dawn facing forward and sitting normally, and Tom astride the bench facing Dawn with his legs partially around her. He stroked her back running his fingers along her side where her fat rolls were. She leaned into him and they kissed. She placed his other hand on her belly and began making gentle circling motions appreciating the size and curves.
The same garlic bread that she had with the meatballs and spaghetti was brought out.
It was the same size that was brought out for her and Keras last night so Dawn would have twice as much bread to eat this night.
One of the things that she learned from Keras yesterday is that it was considered especially rude to not finish the food you were given.
"It's a good thing they have belly fluffers.", she thought.
Next, the lasagna came out. It was the size of a large family tray of frozen lasagna.
Dawn reached up to grab a piece of silverware but Tom interrupted her, wrapping his hand gently around the back of her hand, and guiding it back to her lap.
He then squeezed it a little bit less gently as he made eye contact with her.
He took the same hand and brought it up to her lips. Gently pressing his forefinger against them.
"Tonight I will do the feeding."
He started with a large hunk of the bread and brought it up to her lips as he lovingly worked the huge thing into her mouth. He wasn't allowing her to take a small bite off of it, rather he was gently cramming the whole thing into her mouth bit by bit. She had chipmunk cheeks and was finding it difficult to chew. Before she could finish chewing, he was there already with a forkful of lasagna. He had slid his other hand up from her back to now gently cradle the back of her head. When she was able to swallow just enough of the bread to allow for the lasagna, she opened her mouth. As he moved the forkful in, he gently pressed on the back of her head pushing it forward as he guided the food in. She found this gentle use of force very erotic. It sent to her the message: "Yes, I'm in control, you're going to eat this, and you have no choice about it."
She closed her eyes as he fed her, and she fantasized about him grabbing her by the back of the hair, pulling her head back, and cramming a funnel down her throat. She put her hand over the back of the hand Tom was cradling her head with and closed his fingers around a chunk of her hair, and Tom understood this to mean that he had carte blanch to be more forceful with her.
Breakfast was still weighing heavily on Dawn, and halfway through the lasagna, she needed the help of another belly fluffer.
Tom kept up an unrelenting pace. When Dawn finally had the space of a few seconds to say something she gave Tom a flirtatious look and said "I'm going to need a nap after this." Her hand was resting gently on his leg and she gave it a light squeeze.
The lasagna soon disappeared into Dawn's increasingly huge belly and Tom was cramming the last piece of bread into her mouth. He was a little more forceful with this one, his other hand gripping Dawn's hair firmly. She closed her eyes to savor the force he used. The natural erotic ambiance and grace that Tom exuded turned the whole feeding session into pure lovemaking. The contentment and satiety that Dawn felt after was very much like the afterglow of sex.
They held each other and kissed passionately. She rested her head on his chest. She wanted to stay in his arms forever.
Dawn was falling in love with the way her belly felt when she walked. It was a huge presence that said, "Here I am!"
They walked back to the hotel, the stars in the sky, beautiful, yet unfamiliar.
As they crossed the hotel lobby, Keras called out to them.
"Hey there girl, looking good!"
"Another weigh-in?", she encouraged.
Dawn said "Sure, why not?"
She climbed on the scale and now it went up to 430.
"Do I need to be concerned about my health?"
Keras and Tom looked at each other. Then Tom turned back to Dawn.
"Nobody in this realm can die." he said simply.
"Wow!", thought Dawn.
Another question then crossed her mind.
"How old are you guys?"
Keras smiled and said "I'm 170."
Tom said "Don't ask my age unless you want to be shocked."
Dawn contemplated how fat she was going to let herself get on her vacation.
She stepped off the scale and waddled over to Tom, hugging him, and pressing her belly so that it squished against him.
She whispered "How fat would I have to be for you to consider me too fat?"
"You're really asking the wrong guy.", he said.
"I've seen girls here five times your size that I would give my good right hand to spend an evening with."
Dawn try to imagine how big five times her size would be. She imagined herself that size and knew that she would be an immobile blob. She imagined being helpless, trapped by all that flesh.
Then he whispered seductively "If you were that size, I would fuck you till my dick fell off."
That blunt admission made Dawn's pussy tingle.
Dawn kissed Tom, and their kiss became passionate.
She broke apart briefly and whispered, "You're making me horny."

The next morning, Tom and Dawn emerged from her room. Dawn's weight had distributed a little bit from her belly to her arms, ass, and thighs. As they were passing Keras at the reception desk on their way to breakfast, she insisted that Dawn weigh herself again. She climbed on the scale and watched the needle settle on 412 pounds.
"Ouch!" exclaimed Keras. "Are you okay?"
"Let's just say I'll be limiting myself to one meal the next time I visit a feeding house." replied Dawn.
She looked up sweetly at Tom and kissed him full on the lips breaking apart slightly and looking up into his eyes. She whispered "...for now." and winked.
Tom responded with an even more passionate kiss and lovingly swatted her ass hard.
"We need to get some breakfast of that shrinking belly of yours!" he said.
The cafe had the same kind of rustic furniture that the Italian place had. Once again they sat in the same arrangement with Dawn facing the table and Tom sitting with his legs and arms wrapped around Dawn's side.
Dawn was beginning to get a feel for what Tom liked, so for this meal she just kept her hands resting in her lap as Tom was fed Dawn the enormous breakfast that he ordered for her.
"I was hoping we could go out to my place after breakfast." Tom said.
Dawn chewed her food quickly and swallowed before Tom could manage to get another forkful in.
"That sounds like fun." she said. "I'm afraid I'm not much for walking at the moment though."
Tom managed to get the forkful of cheesy omelette into her mouth.
He chuckled. "No. It's quite a ways... almost to the border of Sloth. We'll take a carriage. My carriage and driver are at the stables."
"Hmm...", Dawn thought. "He has a carriage and a driver."
"What else do I not know about this not-so-young gentleman?", she wondered.
She sat there, holding somewhat still, as Tom, shoveled biteful after biteful of the food into her mouth: hash browns, bacon, a delicious omelette loaded with meat and veggies, then another course of pancakes slathered with butter and syrup and a large order of biscuits and sausage gravy.
She had only seen the town and just the restaurants, bar and hotel.
She wondered what a home in the countryside would look like. Her freshly stuffed belly sloshed side to side and she waddled next to Tom toward the stables, her luggage rolling alongside her down the boardwalk that lined the front of the buildings.
"So," she asked "you're almost on the border of sloth? Does that mean that I have to watch out for some randy little sloth girl stealing you away from me?"
He smiled. "Okay I'll admit Sloth is nice, but Sloth and Gluttony are where it's truly at."
He patted her backside. She smiled shyly. She couldn't believe that she was having this conversation with an actual person. She could tell that he was embarrassed to admit that Sloth was also his kink.
"Don't worry. I can lie still all day long while you fuck me.", she thought.
Dawn stepped up to Tom and kissed him passionately. Her heart swimming with fantasies of being raped in her sleep all night long by her sloth-loving chub-chaser. She was down with and craved total sex slavery with a complete lust demon like Tom.
They arrived at the stables where Tom's driver had just finished up preparing the horse and carriage. The carriage was surprisingly accessible for a woman of her size. Dawn thought. She did notice it sway somewhat as she was boarding. The drive through the countryside was peaceful and romantic. Dawn gathered much through their conversation. Apparently, he had his own personal chef, who he was very excited about introducing her to. Also, with the mention of others, it shortly became clear to Dawn that Tom's place was a full-on estate. She was gonna have to see this to believe it. They passed many farms on the way and the occasional small town. They were making their way through one of the larger of these small towns when Tom said "My place isn't much farther past the edge of town."
Eventually they got there. There was a large magnificent estate house. It was somewhat sprawling and only single story, but she could tell the place was massive. Peppered around this were many small cottages. All of them looking completely quaint and timeless.
Dawn was dumbfounded. "If people don't pay for things here, she asked, how is it that you're so rich?"
Tom smiled and replied "I'm not rich. I'm royalty."
Dawn looked at Tom with shock "You're joking."
"Nope," he said, "it's true. My uncle is the king of Lust. My title here is that of Duke, but this barony was granted to me by the King of Gluttony, who is currying favor with King Lust. He leaned in and in a stage whisper said, King Gluttony's wife is from lust and gave her a wink."
"How would that work?" Dawn wondered aloud. "A very lusty woman and a very gluttonous man. It just doesn't seem like he could satisfy her."
"Think of it this way," Tom said.
"You have felt my lust for you in many ways that don't involve my putting my cock in you. I imagine it's the same way for lust girls with glutton men. Their sex drive pushes them towards holding all that flesh, kissing on it, feeling its weight, its pressure, the smell, the taste..."
"Lust people get a little funny in the head. I knew one that went crazy over feet. So, loving the feel of abundant soft flesh doesn't seem so strange."
"Whatever it is between Lust women and Glutonny men, knowing people from Lust, it's probably very kinky what goes on in their bedrooms. Take for example, the female members of my staff. I hire mostly from lust, and they only want to live in gluttony for one reason: the gluttonous men or women."
Riding in the carriage, they were getting close enough to see the distinct outlines of people.
Dawn blabbed out "Those women are from lust, but they're pretty heavyset, if you ask me."
"Their lust drives them to the flesh."
And as Dawn regarded their profiles, she could truly see that their flesh was driven by lust. Using some God-forsaken means, they had managed to accumulate the vast majority of their body fat on their breasts and their ass. They all looked like they were built for sex, built for punishment. These were truly twisted women of lust who had fallen sway to the winds of gluttony.
Smiling at Dawn, Tom said "I've met these women's lovers and I can assure you all of them are larger than they are."
The staff had come out to Greet Tom as he arrived, having seen his approach. He exchanged hugs and handshakes and talkative smiles.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce my new friend, Dawn. She comes from the earthly realm and has only been here three days. And she is allegedly leaving in another 25."
Tom's use of the word allegedly made Dawn's heart skip a beat. Was there a chance that she wouldn't have to go back to the hell that was her life? She loved every minute of her existence in this place. But she hated the thought of inevitably being stripped away from it.
Tom introduced his chef, Jasper. Jasper was half gluttony and half pride. He knew himself to be the best chef in the land. He couldn't accept any other possibility. So he worked hard to prove it.
"Jasper let's amaze my new guest with a lunch number three."
Jasper nodded and smiled, his eyes wandering off to the distance. He was looking forward to the opportunity to show off. Something he loved to do.
Calling it lunch was a misnomer. It was a collection of what seemed like three dozen miniature dishes. Each itself an amazing culinary delight 
The seating in the dining room was particularly interesting.
The table in the middle had a semi-circle cut out of it. It was large and only a small arc of a circle but nestled within it was what looked like some kind of loveseat. When they sat in it, Dawn realized that it was the same position that they ate in at the cafe in the Italian restaurant. Tom's portion of the chair pressed him up against Dawn and Dawn's portion of the chair presented her the table.
Dawn really loved eating like this. She was really turned on by the part about holding her hands still in her lap while she was fed for the entire meal. And the way Tom did it made it a purely sexual experience.
"I like the way you feed me.", she said.
He gently ran his fingertips across the backs of Dawn's fluffy upper arms: "I hope we find a day where you can't do it for yourself, even if you wanted to."
Dawn really wished she had a vibrator for this. The sexual tension needed relief—bad! She decided to take out her sexual frustration by eating the food that kept coming their way with gluttonous intensity.
When Dawn was so full that she felt like she couldn't eat another bite without bursting, Jasper brought out his finale: A giant milkshake filled with delicious strawberry cream ice cream and small chunks of fruit and chocolate, all covered in heaps of whipped cream.
Dawn knew it would hurt to fit that in her belly, and that's why she loved doing it for Tom. I'm gonna teach that bitch a lesson she thought about her belly. As if to let Tom know this, she made constant eye contact with Tom, as she allowed him to spoon the entire thing into her mouth.
When they finished, Tom had a raging erection, and the two of them retired to Tom's chambers.
Dawn pretended to be asleep.
For one, It really turned Tom on.
For another, He tended to be much more sexually adventurous when he thought that she was passed the fuck out. She enjoyed the unexpected surprises that would come her way. After an afternoon of being fucked silly.
She pretended to rouse and turned to hold Tom. His cock poked her in the belly. "Oh hello!", she said, then she maneuvered herself down and kissed the head of his penis. She tasted her lips and looked at them. Where have you been putting this thing? It's absolutely filthy. And she proceeded to reward Tom with the most professional, deep-throating experience he had ever had. She slobbered over Tom's cock more than Jasper's dishes. But she sucked it all down. Every bit of slobber. Every bit of mystery juices. Every bit of cum when she finally brought him to orgasm.
After languishing in afterglow for what seemed like half an hour
"I should go see my people," Tom suddenly said.
"Your people?", Dawn asked.
"Can I come too?" she said in a flirtatious way.
"I insist!", he said.
Someone had brought an outfit to the door and left it there while they were lost in sexual exploration. Tom, having expected it to be brought, snatched it from behind the door. He closed the door and walked back smiling. "I have something fun for you." and he opened the box. "Clothes".
She looked at the clothes. They were nice. They were certainly comfortable. In fact, they were excessively geared towards comfort. She thought they might be a little loose. But something about that excited her.
Tom sent a runner to ready the carriage, and notified the staff that they were convening at the Hogsback Tavern. On their way into town, Dawn was very excited. She didn't know how she felt about the clothes. When she looked at herself in the mirror she felt that it made her look fat and ready to get much fatter. But she thought that it was probably positive imagery for the world she was in, and she wanted to thrive in it, so she embraced it.
The carriage soon reached the front of the tavern. Tom exited first, and then chivalrously escorted Dawn out of the carriage. She loved it and it made her feel pretty. They walked into the tavern, Tom keeping Dawn on his arm making her feel like a trophy glutton.
Dawn decided that tonight, as a way of flirting with Tom, she was going to become insanely drunk.
Then she was going to give them the all-clear to do whatever the fuck he wanted to her passed-the-fuck-out body.
She wanted this for herself as much as she wanted it for Tom. She found that situation so sexy.
As Tom celebrated with town members who he hadn't seen in weeks, Dawn provided a support role, being introduced to his old friends. She wondered deeply what their true stories were, for this was a strange place, unlike anything she had experienced so far in her life.
Dawn was getting well buttered on milkshake after milkshake. She would settle for pass the fuck out drunk. Or food coma. Or both. She was going to be a helpless lump of flesh in Tom's bed tonight, come hell or high water. After drinking up the courage, she finally waddled over to Tom and whispered in his ear. Anything you do to me while I am unconscious is fair game.
Tom made out with her milkshake cooled and alcohol-sodden lips and ordered another milkshake for Dawn. "This time put some alcohol in it!", he scowled at the bartender, who smirked and loaded the drink with enough alcohol to put the girl to bed for a day and a half.
As he waited for the bartender to prepare the drink, Dawn sat back down at their table. She then looked over and noticed a dark sinister figure sitting in the corner. He had a supernatural aura, a sort of presence about him. Dawn couldn't help but notice him and suddenly she realized that he was the devil.
He approached. Dawn looked over at Tom, who was at the end of the bar, distracted and waiting for the bartender who was now operating a loud blender. The devil was staring at Dawn when she finally looked back from Tom. She was trapped, transfixed by his stare. He spoke, his words echoing and reverberating within her soul to the point it felt like an earthquake. "Little girl sent here by the wayward king of pride himself I come here to offer you thou truest wish, and here it is: freedom from that horrible daily grind and torture session that you call a life. And here are the terms: within the next 25 days you will surpass 1,000 pounds of flesh or your soul is forfeit. And if you succeed, I will grant you your wish never have to work another day in your life again. You will never want for anything. You will be provided for everything. Is that a deal?"
Dawn was drunk off her ass. If only she had waited a few seconds... She looked back at Tom back then looked at the devil.
"Never have to work again? It's too tempting. Devil? I accept your terms. I'm gonna win this bet." And they shook hands.
At that point, Tom was walking back to his table where his date Dawn was sitting, shaking hands with the devil. What. The. Fuck.!?!?
He knew Dawn had just fucked herself. Why the fuck was she shaking hands with the fucking devil? Alright, whatever the fuck, it happened, so he asked the first question that occurred to him: "Dawn, what did you just agree to here?"
The devil smiled and laughed and said "She will gain weight until she is a thousand pounds while she is here. And if she manages to do that, then she will never have to work another day in her life again and everything will be provided for her."
"A thousand pounds? pondered tom.
And then as if something occurred to him out of the blue, his concentration broke and he started laughing. And he looked over at... Dawn with a loving, lusting, satisfied expression.
"We got this.", he said.
Dawn knew the drink was loaded with massive amounts of alcohol when she imbibed it, she wondered how sore she'd be between the legs in the morning.
just before she drank herself into complete unconsciousness.

Tom led her out of the tavern and into his waiting carriage. A few short minutes later they were back at Tom's place as Dawn liked to think of it. Tom supported Dawn's wobbling body as they made their way through the estate house to Tom's bedroom. She crumpled into a heap of immobile flesh splayed out on his bed.
She woke up the next morning feeling as though every inch of her body had been violated by this man's cock.
Her asshole was particularly sore, but she loved it.
She snuggled up to Tom as he lay unconscious.
She stroked his greasy filth-covered cock until it was erect again.
He slowly roused.
She took her greasy, filth-covered hand and brought it to his face.
"It smells like you've been getting up in my business," she said, a slightly flirtatious tone on her voice.
"I'm sorry I missed all the fun. Maybe you can give me a morning encore?"
Tom didn't need asking twice.
As he plowed her, she realized just how much food she had eaten the day before. It was a force multiplier on the impact of every thrust he delivered. Forceful thrust after forceful thrust impacted the large mass of digested food deep into her bowels. She loved it and she lay there absolutely still. She was going to reach a thousand pounds. And she was going to be an absolute immobile blob. She lusted after the day that she could give this to Tom.
Dawn decided the belly fluffer was her best option to beat the devil. In the first two days after the bet, Dawn gained 23 pounds per day. She then weighed 478 pounds. She felt her mobility affected. The only real effect that it had was that it turned her on she began to fantasize about mobility issues. She was wondering if they had the equivalent to wheelchairs in this realm. Right at that moment, Tom rolled up with a very wide wheelchair. It was exquisitely made of wood, leather, and iron. Dawn felt like she was taking a step by sitting in the wheelchair. She could feel it was a transition point.

Jasper managed to produce from his kitchen an entire Asian buffet. It was light on the brocoli beef, but made up for that in fried food like General Tso's chicken, egg rolls, fried wontons, and a vat of fried rice. Jasper seemed to be really happy that Dawn ate the entire thing, even though it took her three belly fluffers.
That evening Jasper prepared his version of the feeding room grits. It was richer and creamier. He made it with heavy cream, and lots of butter and sugar. She sat absolutely still as Tom fed her the entire thing, speaking out only when she needed another belly fluffer.
When she weighed herself on the morning of the seventh day, she weighed 510 pounds. Tom stood beside her as she weighed herself. The scale was typical of what you'd find in the land of Gluttony. It was big and tall and as beautifully intricate as a grandfather clock.
He rubbed Dawn's belly affectionately.
"We're gonna double that." he said.
Then the two kissed.
They are soon back at the dining table in the semicircle in the middle. This morning Jasper showed off his abilities as a pastry chef. There were bear claws and eclairs, long John's, apple fritters, raspberry chocolate croissants, savory ham and cheese croissants. This sheer quantity rivaled a feeding house meal. Jasper had heard of her bet and was doing his best to help her out. He also left an entire pitcher of extra strong belly fluffer that she used to get the monstrous meal down her gullet.
She was so full that she slept till dinner. Jasper decided that to make up for skipping lunch, she would need a feeding house sized meal of Mexican food. He brought out a tray of green chili and chicken enchiladas, as well as a tray of classic enchiladas, a tray of freshly steamed green chile tamales in all assortments of beef, chicken and pork, and a mountain of chips with seven layer dip.
Once again, Tom fed her the entire thing, and Dawn remained completely passive as she ate it dutifully - savoring being fed more than the food.
It took her several hours to finish the meal. And when she was done, she was ready for bed. All this eating was exhausting, and Tom had a very comfortable bed.
And he also made for a very enjoyable companion when she slept.
Sleeping became her next favorite thing. They lounged in bed the following morning. Dawn had woken up, with Tom still inside her again, though he was passed out. She managed to wake up his cock before waking him up. And when he did finally wake, passionate lovemaking ensued.
Now they lay there in the sheets basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"Isn't this the life?" he asked. "Eating and sleeping and fucking!"
"And pooping.", Dawn said humorously.
"And booping!" Tom corrected, booping her nose.
"That part hasn't been getting any easier.", Dawn said.
"I've overheard. You're a very vocal pooper, by the way."
"Yeah. I think that's just since I've met you." she replied. "And you would be vocal too if you've seen what I've had to endure."
Dawn smirked when she realized that Tom's raging hard-on was now poking her in the belly.
Dawn gripped it and stroked it, fanning the flames of his lust.
"Oh, you poor thing. We'll need to take care of that before breakfast."
And she managed to heave herself over to her other side presenting Tom her backside.
A half hour later, Dawn was riding in the wheelchair as Tom pushed her down the hallway. She was grateful she didn't have to walk after their morning fun.
"Today we'll have breakfast in the playroom," he said.
"You haven't seen that yet. You'll love it."
It was exactly the sort of playroom that one would expect a nobleman from lust to have but many of the items were gluttony related. In the corner was what somewhat resembled a chair, but didn't make sense at all until Dawn was instructed by Tom to kneel on the front part of it and lean over the back. She was surprised to find it the most comfortable she had been in several days. There were straps where her wrists and ankles were, and he buckled her in.
Her ass was up in the air. He walked around behind her and gently teased her clitoris from behind.
"Good girl!", he exclaimed. "That's getting harder to find."
Jasper then brought in a feeding house sized vat of oatmeal. It was mixed with apples, butter, cream, cinnamon and caramel.
Tom had pulled the funnel and tube from one of the cabinets and grabbed a sort of stand sitting out in the open. He brought it over to where Dawn's head peeked over the back of the chair.
"You ever been funnel fed before?"
"No sir!", she said, with a flirtatious tone and licking her lips.
He used two more straps built into the chair to hold her neck down and to pull her head back. He put the funnel into the stand and connected the end of it to Dawn's mouth with the tube. He moved the vat of oatmeal to a table next to the funnel stand then began using a cup to scoop it into the funnel.
The funnel was large and required many scoops to fill. Tom had it filled nearly to the brim. He set the scooping cup down and returned to standing behind her.
Using his cock to stroke her clit, Dawn soon became very wet. Then Tom began riding her.
Dawn was gulping the oatmeal down like a champ and Tom wasn't given long to enjoy himself between having to refill the funnel.
By the end, when they had managed to get through the entire vat, Dawn's belly felt stretched. It was a somewhat different feeling in her current kneeling position, which allowed her belly to hang down. She preferred it to the feeling of being overstuffed while sitting or lying down. She fell asleep in the chair, waking up only every now and then as Tom had his way with her helpless, strapped-in body.
When she slept off enough of the food coma, she could hear Jasper bringing in another vat of food.
"Oh, my favorite!", exclaimed Tom. "Gravy and mashed potatoes! You see it's like mashed potatoes and gravy, but with a little more gravy..."
The mixture was like some kind of greasy savory porridge.
She worked through the vat more slowly than she did for the last one. It was only three-quarters of the way through this vat that Tom had to finally resort to using belly fluffers. This time the belly fluffer was stronger than any she had previously tried, and there was more of it. By the end of the vat, she was still craving a little bit more and Jasper brought them an oversized milkshake to finish it with.
When the funnel was finally empty, Dawn was panting. Her belly was truly massively stuffed.
"Are you ready to go back to the bedroom?"
"I don't know, that sounds like a lot of work.", said Dawn. "I'm really okay with you leaving me strapped here overnight.", she said seductively.
She wiggled her ass from side to side.
"A girl could get used to this kind of thing."
"Don't you worry, you'll be helpless soon enough sweet cheeks." He said as he slapped her rear hard.
"Ooh, yes." she responded. "Teach me a lesson for not being fat enough."
He began to spank her in earnest while berating her constantly with a non-stop slew of new and exciting insults, threatening punishments if she didn't shape up.
His words went straight to her pussy, as well as the occasional hand slap as it jiggled through her fleshy thighs and ass.
She was absolutely dripping, and after a couple minutes of this, she was begging for his cock.
He stayed in character and began to truly hate fuck her in a way that only a member of the nobility of Lust could perform.
Dawn was seduced. Tom could stay in that character 24-7 if he wanted as far as she was concerned. It was the best sex she had ever had. She decided she would encourage more from him by seductively kissing him and thanking him for teaching her a lesson. She apologized for being such a skinny bitch and pledged to learn any lesson that he wanted to teach her.
"My tummy is stretched to the limit, but I think you should force another milkshake in there, just to show her who's boss."
Tom agreed and soon Jasper was there with another milkshake that was soon funnel fed to Dawn.
The few steps from the kneeling chair to the wheelchair felt unsteady and precarious. This excited Dawn. She was on the path to immobility and helplessness.
The next morning, Tom wheeled Dawn to the scale, to weigh herself.
She got up from the chair and stepped on the scale. The needle went to 580.
"Let's see if we can break 600 with breakfast!" said Dawn excitedly.
They came back to the scale after breakfast and it was just one hair away from being 600.
"Let's get you to bed and then I'll arrange for some afternoon fun.", said Tom.
While she slept, Tom approached one of his staff, Tara. Tara's Lover, Maren was perhaps the fattest person on the estate. Tom wanted to seduce Dawn with an image of how fat he would make her.
He shared his idea of getting Dawn horny and worked up, and then while she is in the fog of lust to reveal Maren to her. Then telling Dawn that he was going to make her become that fat. Tara, well learned in the ways of lust, liked this idea.
"Can I give your lady friend a tongue bath?", she asked.
"Hey that's pushing it," he said with smile. "Anyway... I already gave her one this morning."
"Well at least let me watch." she said seductively, slipping one hand into the front of her pants and suggestively massaging.
"It's a date!", he said.
"It's a double date!", she corrected.
"Sure." he smiled. "and you can do more than watch. I'll let you feed her a cake. You can make her eat the entire thing."
Tara smirked.
When Tom and  arrived at Tara's cottage later that afternoon, they were led back to Tara's bedroom.
The bedroom was quite large, but half of it was obscured with collapsible partitions.
Snores could be heard coming from the other side of the partition, which started to give Tom a chubby.
On this side of the partition was a kneeling chair and a table upon which sat a massive three-tier wedding cake.
"That's my Tara.", Tom thought.
All business, Tara instructed Dawn to get in the kneeling chair. Dawn obliged, and Tara strapped her in. Once she had secured the final headstrap, Tara marched around to Dawn's backside. She began slapping it hard.
"How dare you not eat your slop when you're told to? Bad Piggy. We're gonna teach you to learn how to eat properly."
Dawn thought Tara was a complete psycho, but Tara knew how to work her kind of magic, and Dawn was quickly subdued by her own lust.
Tara grabbed Dawn's hair as she grabbed handful after handful of cake and crammed it into her mouth. Tom was behind Dawn taking advantage of her kneeling position to slowly and leisurely stuff her with his cock. He kept her on the edge of orgasm. There were a couple close calls where Tara nearly pushed her over the edge. Once when she slapped Dawn in the face for not eating fast enough, and again when she pinched Dawn's nose to make her swallow.
Right then, when Tara was halfway through the third and last tier of the massive cake, she leaned in close to Dawn and whispered menacingly.
"Let me show you what a proper piggy looks like."
Dawn folded up the collapsible partitions revealing her massive lover. From Dawn's position in the room all that was visible were massive rolls of fat descending from a double-mounded hill of an ass. There were fat rolls upon fat rolls covered in cellulite. Maren was a true blob of flesh.
Dawn started to imagine that her body was Maren's size. She clung on to the fantasy and wrote it to orgasm.
When she came, she cried out "Oh God, make me into a proper piggy. Stuff my face until I can't move. I need it. My soul needs it."
Her display of submission had Tara masturbating. With her free hand, Tara slapped Dawn across the face again.
She cried out, "Yes, harder!"
Then she slapped her several times in succession punctuating the words, "Eat! Your! Slop! Piggy!"
"Thank you.", she said. "I will."
Dawn held her mouth open as wide as she could. Her eyes shut with tears of joy at the corners. Tara took advantage of Dawn's open mouth to cram handfuls of cake in.
"If things don't work out with Tom," Dawn half-jokingly thought to herself "I could always hit up Tara."
She imagined Tara and Maren were like this 24-7. She wondered if her and Tom could ever be that dedicated to the experience.
But Tom, enjoying watching how Dawn responded, was thinking the same thing.
Tom had mentioned to Dawn that morning that Tara had offered to give her a tongue bath. She thought about that when looking at the mountain of flesh in front of her. She imagined that not suffocating was a challenge if one were cleaning these folds with their tongue. The more she looked at Maren, the more Dawn wanted to be Tara's pet.
She was curious. "How does she go to the bathroom?"
"With a lot of effort on both of our parts." said Tara.
"You're welcome to join us sometime to see how it's done..." she said with a sly grin.
"Hey you there. Stop trying to steal my girlfriend." Tom said with a chuckle.
Tara smiled and rolled her eyes at Tom, then she leaned in close and whispered softly, her lips tickling Dawn's ears.
"Well if you ever find yourself in that situation, and are too embarrassed to be helped by a guy, call on me, I can help you out.", she said.
But it was a serious concern of hers. She could barely stand between being helped out of her wheelchair and plopping onto the bed or some chair or the toilet. And if things stayed on course, by the end of her visit, she wouldn't be able to even stand. They would come to that situation sooner or later. She had a feeling that Tom would enjoy 'helping her out' just as much as Tara clearly did.
Tara could read that Dawn was still thinking about it, so she attempted to change her perspective. Cradling Dawns head, Tara leaned in for a silent kiss on her ear that caused her to break out in goose pimples, then in a breathy whisper she said "Intimacy is always more intimate when it's private and personal. Share with me your secrets, girl, and I'll share with you mine."

Over the next two days, Dawn and Tom made great progress. She slowed down in her gains a little bit. But at the end of her first seven days in this realm, she now weighed 640 pounds. Tom mentioned that he was summoned by his uncle and he would have to travel to Lust to meet with him.
"I'll only be gone a few days," he said. "and while I'm gone, Tara will look after you."
Dawn was partly terrified at that, but secretly thrilled. She loved Tara's rough hand. Dawn knew she was in for some punishment.
Tara watched Tom's coach drive off waiting until it went over the horizon. Then she marched purposefully towards Tom's bedroom. The door bolted open and she stood there, glaring menacingly at Dawn.
She crossed the room in a few angry strides and slapped Dawn hard on the face, demanding "Apologize!"
Dawn was confused for a moment, thinking that Tara had some legitimate reason for her to apologize. Then she realized it was just some next level role playing. She recovered from her shock then managed to put on a performance of her own.
Teary-eyed and sobbing, she said "I'm sorry, mistress. I know I'm not fat enough. I will try to do better."
"There'll be no trying about it. You will do better. And I will help you."
Tara grabbed Dawn by the back of her hair and helped her up by pulling on it. It hurt, but Dawn was starting to get excited.
Tara guided Dawn's massive bulk into the wheelchair next to the bed and plopped her down.
She slapped Dawn again.
"You should have been too fat for me to be able to do that. That's your fault. Now you're going to have to go to my place for the next few days."
Tara wheeled Dawn all the way to her cottage. When they arrived at Tara's bedroom, the kneeling chair was still in the position they had left it.
Tara helped Dawn out of the wheelchair and then down into the kneeling chair.
She took particular pleasure in tightening the buckles as far as they would go. She was now completely at Tara's mercy.
She set the funnel stand in front of Tara and set it up with a clean funnel and tube. Using one hand to squeeze her jaw from underneath, she used the other to put the tube deep in her mouth.
Staring into her eyes with intense menace, Tara said "Now you keep this tube where it belongs. It's going to stay right here during your stay with me. I'll be back in a little bit with your slop."
Tara left the bedroom for the kitchen. Dawn wondered what her slop would be this time. When Tara returned, Dawn was surprised to learn that it was going to be actual slop. It was wet, sticky, slimy, gooey, and had a very unappetizing appearance. As Tara started filling the funnel and the mixture made its way into her mouth and down her throat, She also found the texture unappetizing. And the taste... it was awful. She had somehow used a combination of spices and flavors that had the effect of... Decaying food? Dirty socks? It was hard to place. It also had the bitter aftertaste of bile.
The whole experience was turning Dawn on intensely. Whenever she thought Dawn wasn't eating fast enough, Tara would move behind her and start spanking her ass hard.
Dawn passed out after the first vat of slop. She was awoken a few hours later by Tara repeatedly slapping her face lightly. Her other hand was placed under her chin in the same way it had been when the tube was first inserted.
"You almost let this tube slip out of your mouth when you were snoring, fat ass," she said. Her eyes glaring menacingly into hers.
She continued "I would have had to punish you severely for that!"
Tara had a fresh vat of slop at the ready. Dawn hadn't quite finished digesting the first vat, so the second vat sat like a ton of bricks on her stomach.
"And there'll be no belly fluffers!" she said. "I want you to feel every last bit of this."
The slop all went down, this time a little more painfully. At the end of the second vat, Dawn was hurting big time.
When Tara finished feeding her, she went and fetched what looked like a three foot high porcelain vase that was about a foot wide all the way down. She greased the sides of it, then, standing between Maren's ass cheeks, she pried them apart slightly and started working the vase between them. She'd gently guide the flesh around the vase, first on one side, then the other, until she had it worked all the way into her ass crack. The vase spread her ass cheeks apart revealing Maren's massive anus that sat just above.
Tara gave Maren two friendly swats on her butt.
Dawn told herself "I'm not gonna be able to unsee that, am I?"
She closed her eyes and let herself fall back to sleep.
When she next awoke, it was because Tara had been tapping a metal ladle on the edge of the thick steel soup pot. It had another vat's worth of slop ready to go.
"Wakey wakey! We can't have you wasting away on me!" Tara said.
Dawn started to protest, her words muffled by the tube in her mouth.
"That's too much! It'll hurt when I poop."
"That's the point, sweet cheeks." Tara said enunciating every syllable.
She rubbed her hand on Dawn's fat ass.
"I haven't even decided if I'm going to let you poop."
Then after filling the funnel with slop and leaving it to drain down her throat, Tara returned to Dawn's backside and started going to town, spanking it as hard as she could. She continued this abuse for the whole feeding session, stopping only to refill the funnel with more slop. When they were done, Dawn was in a complete haze. Part of it was the feeding, but a much bigger part of it was the lust that she was now feeling.
Dawn wondered if Tara had just a bit of Wrath in her. Maybe some Greed mixed in also. Before she finally passed out for the night, Dawn could hear Tara say, we'll try for four vats tomorrow.
As the early parts of Dawn crept into the room, Dawn raised her head to see Tara sleeping snugly in between Maren's enormous ass cheeks. She was sleeping on her side, one of her shoulders buried deeper than the rest of her into the blob's ass crack. Her other arm was hugging the ass cheek that she was facing. It was wedged in place by the fold beneath that cheek.
As she roused, She began to snuggle into the soft flesh, her fingers stroking it and squeezing and pinching her folds. She nuzzled her nose into her soft flesh and gave her a light peck saying, "Good morning beautiful!"
She interrupted herself when she noticed Dawn in the kneeling chair awake and watching her. That was odd, Dawn thought, it was the first time that she heard Tara say two words to Maren. And she didn't really say it to Maren. She said it to Maren's ass. Dawn was pretty sure that if she hadn't been there to interrupt... this would have turned into a full on make out session.
She considered briefly what it must be like to have an ass that size and to have a psycho lover completely obsessed with it like Tara.
Dawn had some time to reflect on her experience yesterday with the slop. The intense, vile, degrading feeling was going to live at the top of her spank bank for the rest of her life. She could only hope that Tara was going to do something to top it today.
Tara started early with the feeding. It was the same slop. It didn't add much to the culinary adventure that she had been initially hoping to go on, but it sure as fuck gave an edge to the sexual thrill ride she was getting.
The tube still stuffed in her mouth, she mumbled out the syllables "I got to go."
"Go?!?!" said Tara stunned. "You're not going anywhere." an edge creeping into Tara's voice that made Dawn feel like she was in danger.
As if to ensure that, she went around ensuring all the straps were tightly secured. Then she slapped Dawn on the ass again. Hard.
Grabbing the back of her hair to hold her head back, Tara got down in Dawn's face and whispered in a menacing growl "Where do you think you're going?"
"To the bathroom?" Dawn asked in muffled syllables.
She looked at the nearby bathroom and then looked at Dawn.
And in a burst of exasperations, she said "Okay, fine."
She unbuckled Dawn from the kneeling chair.
They both struggled as they got Dawn to her feet.
As Tara braced her, she took the slow ponderous steps to the toilet some 20 feet away. Dawn wondered what her weight currently was. It had to be in the high 600s. Rather than leave Dawn to use the bathroom in private, Tara just stood there on the opposite side of the bathroom. She leaned against a wall with her arms crossed, staring expectantly at Dawn. She knew that Tara was just doing this for show. Tara wanted to put pressure on Dawn so that she had performance anxiety and would have to remain constipated throughout the rest of the feeding sessions today.
Just as Tara began tapping her toes impatiently, Dawn managed to finally relax and relieve herself. Then, snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, for the first time in her life since potty training, Dawn failed to avail herself of toilet paper, due to lack of reach.
Tara smirked. "Did I just get to share this milestone with you?"
She kneeled down in front of Dawn putting her arms around Dawn's belly and the two of them kissed. This was more erotic than Dawn was willing to admit to herself. It should have been a horrifyingly embarrassing situation. Her worst nightmare on steroids. But when the experience arrived, It... was... intimate!
She felt like getting turned on by this was a choice. Instinct told her that letting this arouse her would lead her down the path to some seriously depraved perversions, but she ignored her instincts and embraced the experience, passionately making out with Tara. After a few minutes, they broke apart and Tara gently and lovingly wiped her clean.
After this, Tara wasn't really able to get fully back into the role of angry feeder dominatrix. But that was alright. They had fun anyway. They still continued on the feeding schedule of four vats of pure slop. Dawn looked forward to being fed the vile, disgusting slop.
Dawn and Tara had a more natural sort of conversation. She learned a little bit more about Tara's and Maren's relationship. Maren was a submissive with a huge dehumanization fetish. She wanted to be objectified and treated as if all she was a giant piece of ass. She wanted to be ignored with only her ass being talked to, loved on, kissed. In the end, it turned out that Tara wasn't so much a sadist, but rather a pleaser of masochists.
Tara explained that her understanding of masochists came from her own masochism streak, but, as a creature of lust, her depth of understanding of lust and her naturally lustful imagination made the experience much better if she was in control.
"I don't know. Pull the dominatrix mask all the way off, and you'd understand that: at heart, I worship Maren's ass, and want to degrade myself serving it. But for Maren, I keep the mask up 24-7. Because that's what she wants more than anything."
The more they talked, the more that Tara was creeping into first place over Tom in Dawn's heart. After the last vat of the day, the fourth and final vat, they made out, Dawn still trussed to the kneeling chair. Dawn felt a little guilty that she was exclusively getting all the pleasure out of this one-sided relationship. So she whispered to Tara "I want you to enjoy yourself in exactly the way you like with me. My body is your playground."
Dawn spent the next eight hours going places her mind never expected as Tara made her her plaything.
She then made a commitment with herself to take the experience of Fantasy Island as far as it would stretch. She thought about Tom and told herself "I will do everything to ensure that this is what we have with each other: pure unbridled passion and honesty."
Tom had only been gone three days and three nights. But in that time, Tara, with her loving and cruel feeding schedule, had managed to fatten, Dawn up from 680 pounds to 793 pounds. Dawn was massive, and she loved every single inch of her massive body. No matter what, she was going past a thousand. So what was the difference if it happened sooner rather than later? It was all going to be part of her experience. And she wasn't going to risk losing this bet. So sooner was much better than later. She was committed. There was no going back.
When Tom got back, the first thing that he wanted to do was to fuck Dawn silly. Part of it may have been because of how absolutely fat she was now. But also he had the intense desire to feed her and make her fatter. Before, this was just the quiet humming of an electric motor in the background. Now it was a v8 engine roar: She needed to get fat now! Tom and Dawn both conspired against herself in the war to make her fatter. And Dawn loved Tom for being her partner in crime in this venture.
"Let's make that bitch pay." she thought about her body.
They had much fun. They partied and they ate and drank... wonderful, glorious meals. Vat's of wine... And they partied together every night. Not just Tom and Dawn, but Tara often join them. She grew somewhat bored of her mostly silent company with Maren. But she still spent half the day with her passive lover, dishing out oxytocin by the fingertipfuls. She looked most forward to her evenings hanging out with Dawn, and they would talk about endless histories from Tara's and Tom's recollections. They had truly been around so long that there was never a limit to the stories they could tell. She learned a lot about these lands, their history, the people and the legends who occupied them. It was deeper and more rich than she could even begin to expect. She found herself crossing the barriers of immobility bit by bit. Delicious meal after delicious meal. And the occasional Tara-forcefed disgusting meal of slop.
Soon even the wheelchair wasn't an option. She was permanently in Tom's bed. She was good with this though. She wondered how it would play out on her exodus day.
Her wishful thinking told her that she would just have to stick her toe in then her body would be transformed into its thinner version and propelled across the gateway.
The days blurred into one another, and she enjoyed her delicious food and wonderful sex from both Tom and Tara. But her final day soon came. She had long exceeded her bet goal of reaching 1,000 pounds. And lay there in Tom's bed as a helpless heap of 1,200 pound woman. As the sun began to lower on the horizon on that final day, she wondered what her fate would be... Just then, there was a knock at the door. Tom opened the door, and standing there was Mr. Roark, but also the Devil. They wandered in.
The devil spoke "Well Dawn, it seems that you have met the obligation of our bet. You have exceeded a thousand pounds, and for this, I must grant you your wish!"
Dawn was really happy about this, she was looking forward to this the most: winning, and never having to work another day in her life, and to have all of her needs taken care of. Then she turned to Mr. Roark. Mr. Roark had a wry smile. He looked at Dawn and said "I did warn you about making bets with the devil."
Mr. Roark then looked at the devil and gave him a kind of knowing look.
"You have indeed won your bet with the devil. But you are now too fat to transport back into the earthly realm. You simply cannot fit through the gate. And that is essential. You are forced to remain in the land of gluttony. And there is no getting out of here at your size. Not through that gate. It's too small. So, because of this... You will not be brought back to the earthly realm. You will not have the chance to resume your occupation, and you will remain here: A helpless blob subject to the whims of those feeding you."
With sudden realization, Dawn knew that he was right. She was stuck and she could never return. Dawn looked over at Tom.
"You knew, didn't you... that time when you were laughing, when you found out the terms of our bet."
"I'm surprised you were sober enough to remember that, honestly." he said.
"But yes. I did realize that at a thousand pounds you would be too fat to go home and were stuck here forever."
"But the deal had already been made before I got back to the table, and there was nothing to do but embrace it with gusto."
There was something about this that was truly liberating for Dawn.
Tom looked at her with a new deep-seated lust. She was his property forevermore, and he would take every advantage. The devil looked at Dawn and smiled, nodding his head forward slightly and giving her a thumbs up. The devil turned to Mr. Roark.
"King Pride, will you be rejoining us in your former kingdom?"
"Ah," he said, "Dear Devil, I must continue on the path that I have set about amongst the earthly realm. But this woman here adds just as much as I take away in my absence. So enjoy her."
The Devil kept his effort at temptation up and said, "Your kingdom was truly the greatest of any of them."
Mr. Rorke said "I know. I miss it, but I have dedicated myself to a life of service. This is my repentance."
The Devil then smirked at Mr. Roark and said "Well, you have certainly transformed Dawn's life."
The Devil actually walked forward, reached out, and jiggled one of Dawn's ass cheeks. She could swear she felt the slight magical transformation and wondered what sort of perverted energy he put her way. She would find out, for her adventure was just beginning.
On his way back from the realm of deadly sins, Mr. Roark was in the circular room of doors underneath the steeple when he ran into Tattoo.
"Did she get her fantasy?" He asked.
"Yes my friend," said Mr. Roark "this is what she truly desired."
"Careful what you wish for, no?" said Tattoo.
Dawn would never be going back to the hell of a life that she lived before. She was now free to eat every last bit that she wanted. She would never have to suffer in that grind of a life another day. She would not have to work another day in her life. And she would have everything provided for her. Just as the devil had promised.