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I //CONTENT WARNING: Alcoholism and its physical effects, weight gain, belching, minor mentions of sex, funnel-feeding\\ It took Martha 26 years to leave her hometown and her emotionally abusive family behind. She wished she’d done it sooner, but anyone who knew her knew that she was incredibly introverted and shy. Not that many people were acquainted with her, other than her toxic father and manipulative stepmother, those two being the reason she was so withdrawn and quiet. Now that she’d moved across the country, to a whole other state, she hoped that she’d be able to blossom into a whole new person. A person who could make friends easily and who could enjoy themselves with reckless abandon. She knew, of course, this would be no easy task. It would take time and patience, lots and lots of patience. Having cut ties with her family, it at least meant that the source of her low self-esteem was gone, and she could rebuild her confidence … or rather, build it up from scratch. Her lack of funds meant that she had to live in a small room of an apartment shared by 3 other people, all of whom were girls about her age. It wasn’t all bad, they seemed nice enough and willing to welcome her into their group. Though she wasn’t entirely eager to join at first as they spent a lot of their time drinking and going out on the town, two things she had never participated in. So, they let her be and invited her to movie nights instead or to dinner, they seemed to understand that it would take a while before she eased into their party lifestyle, if she ever decided to. While she was settling into her new home, she also looked for jobs, any that she could find. Her parents had always foreboded her from working, because they knew that money meant that she’d go out on her own. Thankfully she’d found a way to work remotely and had saved enough to get out. This of course meant that she had very little experience and even fewer prospects. Martha was finally successfully employed by a bakery near her home. She would clear tables and serve customers, so it didn’t take much figuring out. Because the bakery was so popular and there was little staff, it meant that Martha was getting a good number of hours so she could start saving some money. About 3 months into her new life in this new town, she heard the girls in the living room laughing and chatting. Their music blared, but it didn’t bother her much. It was a warm welcome after years of having to listen to her dad’s drunken insults and her stepmom’s berating. Deciding that it was time to come out of her shell, she crept into the living room and greeted the other three girls with a timid smile. “Hey, you guys going out?” All of them looked back at her in unison, all of them in different stages of their make-up. Angela, who had applied only half of her foundation replied. “Yeah. It’s Audrey’s birthday, so we’re going out to celebrate.” “You’re welcome to join!” Audrey quickly chimed in while dusting some bronzer onto her face. “The more the merrier.” “Oh, happy birthday. I’m sorry, if I’d known I’d have gotten you something.” “Don’t worry about it, girl! Hey, if you come out with us tonight, that’ll make up for it.” There was a long pause while they stared at her, anticipating her answer. She sucked in a breath and nodded. “Okay. I’d love to … but I don’t really have anything to wear.” They all seemed to have the same thought as they erupted into excited squeals and threw their make-up tools aside. They swarmed Martha who still wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. “Makeover!” Ashley exclaimed. Martha didn’t have much say in the matter as they all herded her into Angela’s bedroom. They each disappeared off to their respective rooms and returned only moments later with arms full of clothes. At first, she wasn’t so happy with the situation, she’d never worn anything other than a pair of jeans and a baggy sweater. But, after trying on several form-fitting dresses, she could see why the others liked to dress up and show off their body. They eventually settled on a dress that was slim fitting but still concealed a lot of her as they seemed to pick up on the fact that this was all new to her. The dress was satin and felt nice against her skin, it bunched at the waist, accenting the slight curve in her hips. The dress came down to below her knees, even that was a little much for her, but she was sure she wouldn’t be too bothered by it at the end of the night. The girls then resumed their own make-up routines, before tending to Martha. Her blonde hair was curled and pinned back from her face by butterfly clips. For so long her hair had been limp and would conceal most of her face in an attempt to hide her ugly features. Now her nose, her lips and her eyes were prominent and highlighted by the cosmetics that covered her skin. They’d used contour to make her nose narrower, her lips had been plumped up by gloss and her cheekbones were higher and more prominent than usual. Despite the drastic change, she found herself smiling and inspecting herself closely in the mirror. “I love it. Thank you so much!” The three girls squealed and huddled around her to embrace her. “We knew you had potential,” Ashley giggled. “Now let’s go party!” Audrey urged them out of the door and into the street. It was a small town so there weren’t many places to go, it did mean that the closest bar was only a 10-minute walk from their home, so they saved money on taxis. Martha had passed it many times on her way to and from work. During the day it looked quite drab and vacant, it looked almost the same at night too, save for the lights under the canopy and the sound of chatter and music coming from inside. Inexperienced with going out, Martha was sure she’d be ID’ed so she had her driving license grasped in her hand and ready to go. The doorman didn’t seem to care much and let them all in without even so much as glancing at them. She slipped the card back into the purse Angela had given her and followed them into the bar. It was bustling inside; Martha was now sure that this was the go-to place for everyone and anyone in this town. The ages of the bar-goes ranged from early twenties to about late fifties. She should have expected no less from a town as small as this. The girls guided her through the crowd of people and to the bar. Audrey took the liberty of ordering everyone a drink and it seemed she had opted for the strongest one. When Martha took a sip, her entire face scrunched up and her body shuddered. Evidently, it was an amusing sight to see as the other girls burst out laughing. Audrey, who was closest to her, placed an encouraging hand on her shoulder and egged her on. Without much thought Martha downed the rest of the drink and this pattern continued for most of the night. She danced badly, lost in the crowds of people. Then an arm would emerge from the crowd, it would be Angela, Audrey, or Ashley, and they’d push a drink into her hand. Martha found that the alcohol helped ease her nerves and so she drank and drank until she could barely stand. This was her first-time drinking, so it was no surprise that it took a mere four drinks to have her hobbling around. The other girls supported her and guided her to a table that was occupied by a group of older men. Angela adjusted her bra to reveal her breasts a little more and approached. “Hi boys.” She winked and smiled. “I don’t suppose you mind clearing this table, we need to sit down after a lot of dancing.” The men practically stumbled over themselves to get out the way. Angela treated them to a sultry smile as way of thanks and the other two guided Martha to a chair. “I need some water.” Is what she thought she said. When, in actuality, she really said, “water. Drink. Now.” Audrey rushed to the bar and returned moments later with a glass of water and ice. Martha reached for it clumsily and downed it in one. She gasped for air afterwards and her hand went to rub her stomach which felt uncomfortable. She didn’t like it, not one bit. “We should have known to pace you.” Ashley had an apologetic tone to her voice. “We didn’t realise your tolerance was so low.” There was a hand on her back, moving in slow circles and she closed her eyes. That was the wrong move to make as the whole place started to spin and her stomach churned more. She quickly leapt to her feet and ran to God knows where. Without having much spatial awareness or idea of where she was, she ended up puking up into the corner of the room. It was then that the three girls decided to escort her home and she spent the entire time apologising for ruining Audrey’s birthday. Or was it Angela’s? She couldn’t remember at this point. “Don’t worry,” Angela said as she helped her out of her dress and into some pyjamas. “We’ll try again next weekend. You’re just learning.” As promised, they did try again the next weekend. Martha had them doll her up again, this time in some flared, low-rise jeans and a butterfly, lace up cami. It was very Y2K and a lot more daring than last time, but she felt like she wanted to go all out and just let loose. They braided her hair and decorated it with clips. It seemed they enjoyed dressing her up as if she were their doll. When they were ready, they went to the same bar as last time. As advised, Martha paced herself. She started off with some fruity ciders, then moved onto some cocktails and ended the night with some shots. She danced with the girls and even with some men who she didn’t last very long with giving her shyness. But the alcohol made her feel as if she were more confident, as if she were a whole other person. She suffered a mild headache and some nausea the next day, but it was worth it. And so, she went out every weekend after that. She drank and drank until she could drink no more. Eventually the drinking spilled into the weekdays too until it came a full-blown addiction. The girls didn’t go with her every night and those were the nights she’d drink the most. The alcohol boosted her confidence, and she needed it most when alone. Halfway through one night she found herself stumbling around, dancing with any person that came close to her. Typically, they’d dance with her, but some would quickly move off into the crowd. She didn’t mind though. Then she’d break into a giggle when she got a bout of the hiccups which would have her shoulders jerking. She was sure she looked a fool. When alone she’d drink about 5 ciders, 4 cocktails and 5 or 6 shots. It was a surprise she’d come here only 2 months prior having not drank a single drop of liquor in her life. The constant partying was taking a toll on her life, both physically and mentally. She was a lot groggier during the days while she recovered from her hangover which meant she was slow at work and clumsy too. They reduced her hours because of it, but it meant that she could drink a lot more. Then there was the added weight from all the alcohol, which wasn’t helped by the takeaways she’d binge on after. Her stomach was a lot softer than it had been before, but she was sure it wouldn’t come to much. Despite all this, her confidence had grown massively, and she felt that she was really coming into her own. The more she went out, the more daring her outfits became, despite them not fitting her very well. About 3 months into it, when her stomach was starting to hang and her arms were becoming thick, she’d go out in spaghetti sleeve tops and miniskirts. She’d admire herself in the mirror and bare her teeth in a big grin. Her teeth were yellowing from the alcohol, but again it didn’t matter much to her. Dressed in this slinky outfit, she headed to the bar, the girls had opted to stay home this weekend as they needed a break, but they were happy that she was able to enjoy herself. None of them commented on how much and how often she was drinking, or on how she’d gained some weight. They didn’t seem to care much. The doorman greeted her with a smile and welcomed her in. She pushed her way through the crowd and lingered at the bar, waiting to be served. An older man approached and spoke into her ear to be heard over the music. “Hello, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?” Martha straightened her posture, and he could see the way her stomach was poking out over the top of her skirt and the way her arm fat bulged out of her top. His smile broadened and he waited for an answer. “I’ll have 2 ciders if you’re buying.” She smirked and pushed her curled hair behind her ear. “And is one of them for me?” He teased. “I don’t share, I’m afraid.” Her hand went to her belly as if to indicate that both drinks would be inside there in a matter of no time. “I like a girl who can handle her alcohol.” And so, he bought her 2 ciders. He kept her company while she drank them, which didn’t take much time at all. Then she looked at him expectantly and, when he didn’t offer to buy her another, she excused herself and went off in search of another buyer. There was a group of men talking in the corner and she mimicked the girls, they had taught her well. Ever since she had started, her breasts had grown in size, they had once been flat and were now fuller and bouncy. She pushed them up and rolled the shirt up some to display more of her supple belly. “Hello boys, don’t suppose you could help a thirsty girl out?” Much like the first time she’d been here, they practically fell over themselves to race to the bar. She admired herself in the reflection of the mirror while she waited. It didn’t take long for all 4 of them to return, each with a drink in hand. They stood and chatted while she worked her way through them, downing each with ease. Only one of them bothered to stay afterward to buy her another. At this point she was propped up against the wall, giggling and hanging onto every word that he uttered. Her cheeks were rosy, red from all the alcohol and the room spun. “I’m *hiccup* having *hiccup* fun.” The man laughed at her drunken demeanour and placed an arm around her waist. She leaned into it and stared up at him. He was a handsome man, that much she could admit, but she didn’t see this going any further. She’d gotten her alcohol, and that was all she wanted. However, she wanted one more drink before she departed for the night, so she played it up a little and leaned in closer to him. As expected, he quickly gave in and bought her one last cocktail. She didn’t savour it much as it was down within minute. “Bathroom.” Was all she could mutter before clumsily pushing her way through the crowd. Instead of going left for the toilet, she stumbled right into the street. The cold air was shocking, and she looked to the doorman for assistance. “Jacket?” Again, it was all she could get out. “Anything for you, my love.” He was British, this was her first time realising, and she laughed at the thought of it. He draped his jacket over her, and she vowed to return it soon. He knew to expect her the next night, as she was always there. Most nights were the same, unless she stayed home, then she drank in the comfort of her own room. The more she drank, however, the greater her tolerance came so she was drinking more and more to get that buzz, to get that feeling of empowerment she had sought out for so long. For the longest time she’d judged her parents for their drinking habits, but now she could see why they’d indulged so much. For it made her feel like a new person, a confident and comfortable person. That alone was addictive. With this habit her body continued to grow and change. She had a prominent beer gut now that stuck out of every outfit she wore. She was well aware of this; how could she not be? Yet she chose to continue wearing skimpy clothes. She loved the way it looked. In the mirror she’d run her hand over the curve of it and pressed her finger into the flesh. It was so soft, so sexy. She’d purposely wear clothes that were a couple sizes too small, because covering all this up would just be depriving every other person of this godly sight. Her face changed too, her cheeks became puffy and red, and her nose had gotten bigger and a little unshapely. It had the same rouge tint to it as her cheeks. Instead of covering it with make-up, she chose to go bare faced to display her devotion to drinking. The night of her birthday was like any other, only this time the girls accompanied her. They dressed up to show off their skinny figures, she displayed her fat for all to see. She wore black, cut-out, flared trousers. The adipose bulged out of the cut-outs and her stomach dropped over the waistline. On top she wore a black, lace-up corset that she had struggled to even fasten. The middle of the bodice was a good two inches from meeting, so a lot of her stomach and even her breasts were on show. The ties were straining to contain her fat and she hoped that a lot of drinking would urge it open. How fun would it to be reveal herself to surprised onlookers. When they were ready, they headed to the bar arm in arm. Martha had started drinking beforehand and was already a tad bit tipsy. Her belly shook with every wobbly step, she loved the way it felt and couldn’t help but seek out her reflection in mirrors. She beamed every time she caught sight of her fat body wobbling about. She was going to be the hottest person there … as always. Once inside she went straight for the bar where she bought a round of drinks for her friends. Though her attitude had changed, she’d still managed to keep working at the bakery, but she wasn’t sure how much longer they would tolerate her bad work ethic and her tendency to snack (rather binge) when working. For now, she would make the most of having an income and treat her friends. They clinked their glasses together and she downed hers in a few big gulps while the others sipped the mixed drink of vodka and coke through a straw. “I can get us some free drinks,” she smirked and disappeared into the crowd. There was a woman she’d seen before, a few years her senior, who was always well-dressed and alone. This woman should have been elsewhere, in a cocktail bar or a champagne place, but giving the limited options, she spent her nights here. She wore a red, silky dress that clung to her curvy body. Martha greeted her with a seductive smirk. “You’re so beautiful,” she leaned in to speak to the taller woman and had to stand on her tippy toes. “As are you.” The stranger replied and admired Martha’s fat body. “Are we celebrating anything tonight?” Martha beamed at the opportunity to ask for a drink, this woman had made it too easy for her. “Yes, actually. It’s my birthday.” “Well, we must treat the birthday girl to a drink.” She took Martha’s hand and guided her through the crowd of people. Martha was becoming ungainly with her size, especially in heels, but she managed to balance herself as they came to the bar. The three girls were still there, and she looked to the taller woman with a smile while placing her hand on her round belly. The woman reacted immediately and massaged her stomach that would soon be full of lots and lots of alcohol. “Do you mind buying my friends drinks too? I’d really appreciate it.” The woman didn’t need much coaxing, plus it seemed she had plenty money to share and so she brought all 4 of them a drink. Her roommates mingled while the woman continued to chat with Martha, her hand moving in a circular motion over her fattened belly. It was a strange feeling, but she enjoyed it, nonetheless. It helped ease the tenderness of it as she drank more and more. By the end of the second night, she felt she would burst, but she still allowed the beautiful, rich woman to treat her to some food. They sat in the corner of a burger joint, and she was fed handfuls of fries and a few double cheeseburgers. “You know how to treat a girl like me.” Her words were sloppy coming out of her mouth and she sat back in the chair, her stomach bloated and sticking out in front of her. She wasn’t sure she could even move. The woman caressed her flushed cheeks which were hot to the touch and leaned in to kiss her. She was assaulted by her breath that smelled a lot like a liquor store, but she didn’t seem to mind it. The kiss was long and drawn out. Her hands massaged her full belly and Martha felt as though she were in heaven. They sat there for some time before the stranger took her home and they spent the night together. It was her first sexual encounter; it wasn’t as scary as she had once expected it to be. She woke in the morning feeling groggy, when she tried to recall most of the night’s memories it brought a sharp pain to her brow. The woman had since snook out and she was a little saddened by this but had to admit she hadn’t wanted much more than a night of sex and belly rubs and that was what she had gotten so she couldn’t complain. And so her nights went a lot like this, she’d go out, drink and leech onto someone who would buy her drinks. Every now and then she’d take them home, but only if they aroused her enough. Otherwise, she’d ditch them and go for food before heading home, stumbling and hiccuping all the way. With all the drinking and eating she was doing, it was a given that her body continued to change. Because of the amount she drank, her belly was a lot more rounded and bloated than if she didn’t so, despite its sheer size, it didn’t hang too much. Her arms and legs were fat and covered in cellulite and her chin wobbled with the slightest bit of movement. Her nose was larger still, dimpled and red but it didn’t bother her much. Her entire complexion was red, she looked as though she were constantly drunk, and you wouldn’t be wrong to think so. At any given opportunity she was drinking some sort of alcoholic beverage. Even at work. Management had pulled her aside, had told her that if her behaviour continued then she’d be fired. There was no doubt that her firing was imminent as she had no intention of stopping her drinking. About 4 months into her drinking, Martha decided to locate a new bar. She wanted new people who had yet to experience her sexy body and amazing personality. Google informed her of a place only a further 10 minutes from her house. However, she didn’t wish to walk 20 whole minutes so instead she ordered an Uber to take her there. Despite having grown a good 150lbs since moving to the town, putting her at about 290lbs, she hadn’t thought to buy new clothes. Rather than doing that, she still borrowed from her roommates who were somehow still willing to let her use them, or maybe they were just being generous. But she was sure to have stretched out of all their clothes. She currently wore Angela’s floral print cami dress that barely fit over her stomaching meaning a lot of her ass was on display. Her crotch, however, was concealed by her belly, but the mere thought of her accidentally flashing her peers excited her. This bar was a lot flashier than the other, it was a brick building with a black awning, its name scrawled on it in a white, fancy font. The door was manned by two security guards who seemed to take their job a lot more serious than her usual haunt as they were checking the ID of any person who looked to be 30 or younger. Martha hadn’t taken her ID out since her first night and hoped that they wouldn’t challenge her. She sauntered over in heels that were sure to snap soon, her fat, bloated hands were on her hips, and she greeted both men with a smile. “Good evening.” “Have you got ID?” Asked the older, burlier man who didn’t care to return the smile. “I’ve left it at home. But I promise you, I’m 27.” She puffed out her belly and the two men scrutinised her. The younger one then looked to the other and gave a nod of approval, his red cheeks seemed to indicate he enjoyed the view his face, however, remained expressionless. “Go on in.” She blew them both a sloppy kiss and waddled on inside. They were treated to a view of her bare, dimpled ass that wobbled with every step. Once inside she surveyed the area and found that this place was occupied mostly by people her age, this she was glad to see. From the looks of it though, she figured the drinks would be a lot more expensive giving the fancy, leather stools that lined the bar and the ornate sofas that stood against most the walls. So, she did what she’d always done best and sought out anyone who would buy her free drinks. It wasn’t so hard to do as most eyes were on her and they all wanted to see how far they could push the fat, drunken slob. To start, an older man bought her a shot of tequila and a piña colada to wash it down with. A younger man who couldn’t keep his eyes off her bulging belly, handed her a beer that he gladly watched her down within a matter of moments. Soon there was a large group of people waiting to buy her drinks, all of them were amused by amount of alcohol she was able to consume without passing out. Her tolerance had grown immensely, who would have thought only months prior a few drinks would have had her throwing up. When the crowd eventually cleared and her stomach was sloshing full of beers, cocktails and shots, she was approached by the woman she had taken home to her bed not so long ago. Martha found herself smiling stupidly, her eyes droopy and her giggles punctuated by her constant hiccups. “Hi, hello.” She gave a lazy wave and stumbled forward. The taller woman caught her and escorted her to the exit. “Why don’t we get you some air,” she said over the music. Upon exiting the bar, the stranger lead her to one of the benches and Martha clumsily climbed onto it flashing everyone her bare crotch as she did. “I *hiccup* forget *hiccup* name.” “I’m Sandra.” She spoke as she sat down across from her and lit a cigarette. “I didn’t catch yours either. Although I wasn’t sure you even remembered it.” “Martha.” The word was thick on her tongue, and she found herself drooling onto the table. Sandra used her thumb to wipe any of the residue from Martha’s chin and then cleaned her thumb on her dress. “You’re a slobbering mess, darling.” “But, you like. Don’t chu?” Sandra took a long drag from her cigarette and knocked the ash from the tip of it onto the floor. The smoke withered up into the night air. “You’re right. I do. There’s something so endearing about a woman who can handle her drink, such as yourself. I’ve never seen anyone like you. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of you since.” “But you left?” “I did. But only because I wanted it to be more than a one-night stand and I figured you didn’t.” Martha giggled and lay her face on the wooden table; it wasn’t so comfortable, but she was too far gone to remain upright anymore. “You’re in no state to have this conversation.” Sandra leaned over and grabbed Martha’s purse that was sat next to her. She fished out her phone and dialled her own number. It rang for a moment before she declined from her own phone and handed it back to Martha. “I hope, when you sober up some, you’ll have some sense to contact me. I want to support you and your lifestyle. We could be great together.” Sandra stood and helped Martha do the same. She then hailed a taxi and assisted the drunk fatty into the back of it. The taxi driver didn’t seem so pleased with his passenger, but his eyes lit up some when Sandra handed him a $100 bill. With a stern expression, she instructed that the driver go out of his way to make sure that she got inside her apartment safely. He assured her he would and drove off. Martha woke the next morning with a headache and very little recollection of the night before. Tangled up in her sheets, she shook them off and struggled out of bed. It wasn’t until she found her phone in the mess of her room that she realised she had missed the start of the shift at her bakery and several calls from her manager. There was also a message of termination which she had expected. Before the missed calls there was one outgoing call that she couldn’t remember making. There were hazy images in her head of a taller woman, dressed in a glamorous black dress who had taken her outside. It was then that it clicked, that Sandra had offered to support her drunken lifestyle and she knew that was no better time than after she’d lost her job. The two arranged to meet again that night and Martha dressed up in preparation for the date … was it a date? She sipped on a concoction of her own, a mixture of wine, lemonade and some vodka. To most it would taste vile, but she had grown to like it. Angela wasn’t at work that day and so she requested her make-up services. As usual, Angela was more than happy to agree. Her blonde hair was braided away from her face to show off her nice, plump features. Her large, red nose and red cheeks were concealed by some foundation and some highlighter. It made her nose look all the larger, but she didn’t mind. Then there was the outfit, she wanted to wow and knew that showing off her best assets would do just that. She wore a red, lace-up corset that pushed her breasts up and pinned in her waist while showing off her enormous belly. To show off her ass, she wore a denim miniskirt that barely covered half of it, and to keep some decently she opted for a thing that had been stretched to a string. On her bloated feet she had forced on a pair of stilettos that were silver and shiny. In the mirror she admired herself, her hands caressing her belly that was ready to be filled again with lots and lots of drinks. “God I’m sexy,” she said to herself. Sandra was outside with a car when Martha stumbled out. She grinned at the sight of her and revealed her yellow teeth that constantly stank of alcohol. “You look beautiful.” Sandra smiled and pressed a kiss to her cheek, her hand grabbing a roll of fat on her belly as she did. Her manicured nails dug into the flesh and Martha felt a shudder shake her whole body. “You too.” Martha pulled away and smiled up at the beauty. Sandra helped her into the back of the car before getting in on the other side. She instructed her driver to go and then looked over at Martha who was messing with the buttons on her side. “Here.” Sandra pulled out a bottle of champagne from an ice box that was somehow fitted into the car and, instead of pouring her a glass, she handed the whole thing to Martha. “We’re in for a long drive. So please, indulge.” And Martha did just that. She’d throw her head back and take mouthfuls of the sparkling drink, belching frequently. So much so that she caught the driver looking back at her every now and then. When she had drank the first bottle, Sandra tossed it to the floor and, as if by magic, pulled out a second bottle which she gladly gave to the hiccuping girl. She drank this one just as easily as she did the first and showed no signs of slowing when she started the third. When she had eased into it some more, Sandra moved over in her seat and placed a hand on her belly. “It’s so bloated from all the alcohol, yet you don’t show any signs of stopping.” Her palm was pressed hard against the curve of her belly, and she pushed out a loud and long belch from the blonde. She laughed and tried it again, again she was successful. “That’s it. Let it all out, make room for some more.” Not once had Martha questioned their destination, even after they had been driving for over 30 minutes. All she cared about was the alcohol and the attention she was getting. They drove for another 20 minutes, and Martha drank another two bottles, Sandra fondling her belly all the way there. The plumper one of the two stumbled out of the car and thanked the driver with a sloppy kiss through the open window. Sandra laughed in delight, took her arm and lead her to the dimly lit building. She fished a key card out of her purse and tapped it against a device built onto the door. The lock clicked open, she pushed the door away from them and prompted Martha to step inside. The corridor was long and empty and lined with doors on either side. Sandra fished out a second key, this one a traditional, metal key. She started down the hall and Martha slowly followed behind, struggling to balance on her heels. She laughed and sang to herself, holding her hands beneath her belly as she went. She enjoyed the way it jiggled with every step she took. Despite her drunken state, she noticed that every door was black and nondescript. There was no telling what secrets they held within. Finally, more than halfway down, Sandra pushed the key into one of the doors. She turned it, pulled it open and stepped inside. The room lit up the moment they entered and revealed a long table and a long sofa that lined the wall. There was a tv mounted on the wall and a computer mounted by the door. “Sit my darling, make yourself comfortable. I’ll have some drinks delivered.” Martha did as she was told while Sandra interacted with the touchscreen computer. She seemed to select a whole array of things and had a pleasured smile on her face as she went to sit down beside Martha. “What is this place?” Martha finally had the sense to ask. “Think of it as a storage unit, but for fetishes. Each room is catered to its owner's kinks and there are people who work here who’s only job is to make sure that every room is given what its needed to satisfy the needs of those inside.” She only half understood what Sandra had told her and she repeated some of the words back in a drunken whisper. “Fetish … kinks.” “That’s right my darling.” Sandra smiled and cupped her cheeks that were red still, even through the make-up. “I will only go through with this, if you can consent. I understand that you are drunk and that you always will be, but you let me know if you’re ever uncomfortable. The last thing I wish to do, is hurt a beauty like you. Do you understand?” “I *hiccup* understand.” She giggled again at the entire concept of it all. To be rich apparently meant having a whole building where they could come and indulge in whatever perverted acts they wish. Sandra’s fetish was hard to pinpoint in this room, the tv could have been for anything or it could have been standard in any room. There were no shackles on the wall and no whips either, so BDSM was not on the cards. She wasn’t sure whether she was disappointed or not. It wasn’t until there was a knock at the door and a man entered, masked, rolling in a trolley of items that she could start her deductions. Not that she’d be any good given her drunken state. The top tier of the trolley had several bottles of alcohol. Some beers and some spirits, there was no doubting that most, if not all, of that was for Martha. On the lower tier there was a funnel attached to a long tube and a few pieces of rope. This piqued Martha’s interest greatly and she found herself grinning and swaying in her chair. Neither of the other two interacted, once the trolley had been pushed into the room the man bowed, turned around and exited, closing the door behind him. Sandra went to retrieve the lower items first. The funnel was placed on the table and two of the ropes were set beside Martha while she used the other tie up her feet. “Just because I am tying you up, does not mean you are restricted. If at any point you wish to leave. You tell me.” She spoke slowly and annunciated each word perfectly in the hopes that Martha understood it all. After a few moments both Martha’s hands and feet were bound, and she sat back comfortably on the seat. It was all becoming clear now and she was quite excited to get started. Sandra placed her hand on her chin and titled her head back, she then fed the tube into her mouth and held it up in the air. There was a moment of stillness before Sandra poured the first of the drinks down the tube. The fizz startled her at first, but she welcomed the taste of the beer and closed her eyes. All of her drinking had meant that she guzzled it down with ease, drinking every last drop without so much as choking. There was scarcely a moment between the first and second bottle. She followed this pattern strictly, giving her the odd breather here and there. As the drinks were poured into her waiting mouth, she felt her stomach become more and more distended and uncomfortable, but it didn’t bother her too much as the room around her began to sway, strangely soothing her. After a dozen bottles of beer and several shots of liquor in between, Martha was finally given a chance to rest. Sandra tossed the funnel onto the table and dropped down beside her, but her ropes remained in placing, indicating that the gun was not yet over. “How was that?” Sandra pressed her palm to her belly which was firm. “G-good.” Martha hiccuped loudly and her belly made a sloshing sound with the movement of it. “Sho good.” There was a pleasured grin spread across Sandra’s face and she moved her hand over the expanse of her belly. “You’re drank so much and gotten yourself so big. It’s so sexy. Think how much more you could drink with my help, and how bigger you’ll get.” Sandra eyed the corset that was at its breaking point, and she knew that she could push it further. Newly inspired, Sandra decided that Martha’s break was over and quickly retrieved the funnel. Her mouth was already open and waiting, the hiccups were a lot louder like this. When the funnel was securely placed, Sandra started to pour drink after drink after drink. As expected, Martha kept up the pace no problem. Her eyes were half-lidded and glassy, Martha wasn’t sure she was even fully conscious and was considering stopping until she lifted her head slightly and looked to her feeder expectantly. “Good, greedy girl.” She beamed and continued the pouring. It went on like this for almost 40 minutes until the corset finally gave way. The lace strings snapped and her belly bulges out fully in front of her, her skin red from all the bloating. It looked somewhat sore, but Martha didn’t seem to mind. Martha was sure this was a good place to stop and removed the funnel once more before untying both bounds. Her hands rose lazily straight to her belly in an attempt to soothe the discomfort. She groaned, not able to fully express herself giving that she was so drunk and screwed her eyes up. “Poor baby.” Sandra teased and her hand went to assist. “You’ve done so good, let me help you.” As expected, when pressure was applied, a large belch erupted from Martha. Continuing to massage her a belly, a number of loud burps coming out in succession, one after the other. Each one seemed to be louder and longer than the last. When it seemed that the burping had finally eased up, Sandra took time to filly admire the vision in front of her. Martha was lying back in the chair, mouth hung open, her eyes half-closed. Her face was as red as her distended stomach and her large nose was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her breasts sat atop of her massive, bloated belly, unclothed. It was truly a sight to see. There was nothing she wanted to do more than to ravage her in that moment, but she knew it would be immoral of her to do so giving that she was barely even conscious. She let the girl sleep some before finally waking her up and helping her to her feet. The stiletto heels gave in straight away under the weight of her and she sat her back down briefly to remove the broken shoes. She then grabbed a towel from the trolley and draped it over Martha’s shoulders to help conceal her nudity. Outside the car waited and they both got in. Martha remembered very little of the night when she woke up in Sandra’s house. But she knew it had been enjoyable and that she’d had her fill of alcohol. Pushing the covers away from her naked body, her belly now a little softer, she realised that this wasn’t her room. It was much bigger, much cleaner and much brighter than her usual accommodation. The lack of personal effects told her she was in the guest room of someone else’s house. The room swayed some as she sat up and she waited for it to pass before trying to stand. There was a robe hooked on the back of the door, she dressed in it and went to investigate. She waddled into the hall and followed the smell of cooking until she entered a large, open space kitchen. Sandra stood over the hob in a red, satin silk stirring scrambled eggs in a pan. “Morning.” Martha spoke, her voice hoarse. “Good morning,” the dark-haired girl responded. “Have a seat. I’m making you some breakfast. You deserve it after last night.” There were vague images of her being bound and funnel-fed alcohol and she smiled. She lowered herself onto the chair, the robe fell open as she did to reveal her soft, plushy belly that rested on her lap. Sandra smiled at the sight of it. They chatted while she cooked and then she presented her with a plate full of food, and she made sure to emphasise that there was more food should she want any more and, of course, she did. She ate 3 whole plates of eggs, bacon, sausages, toast and pancakes. Sandra soothed her belly afterwards with some rubs. “So, I have a proposition for you.” “And what’s that?” Martha enjoyed how soft her hands were and how well she moved them over her bloated belly. “Someone like you shouldn’t be working, you should be relaxing, lounging around, drinking and eating as you please.” “You mean someone as sexy as me?” She burped on cue. “Exactly. And, as you can probably tell, I’m well off. At least we’ll off enough to support someone with such an insatiable appetite and I’d love for that someone to be you.” She rose her gaze and looked her in the eyes. “There’s no strings attached. There’s nothing you have to do for me, other than keep me company. If ever you wish to leave, I won’t stop you from doing so … even if I have to lift you out of here with a crane.” There was a chuckle from the blonde. “Stay with me and I’ll give you everything you’ve ever desired.” She had just been let go from her job and was sure she wouldn’t be able to pay next month’s rent, especially with her having spent a lot of her money on alcohol and food. Free drinks from other people would only get her so far. With Sandra she wouldn’t have to worry about a thing and so she gladly agreed. With her having very little of her own possessions and none of her own clothes even fitting her, Martha simply texted her former roommates and told them that she would not be returning and that they could clear her room out. And so, she moved in that day. She led a life of luxury in the home of Sandra, eating and drinking as she pleased, lounging around in fancy underwear and in satin slips that stretched over her portly frame. And, of course, this meant that she continued to grow. Within only 1 month of her living there she reached a sizeable 400 pounds. She loved the way it felt on her body, the way her knees buckled as she walked, not that she did much of it, how her thighs rubbed together, and her belly wobbled. When she drank her belly became firm and swollen and she’d soothe it with some rubs if she were alone, but Sandra was mostly there to tend to it. After a whole year together she was as at 650 pounds. It was understandable giving that she spent every waking moment drinking alcohol and eating. This was not the life she had expected when moving away from home, but she quickly realised it was the life she had always wanted. Her massive body was even harder to move now and so she spent all of her time in the king-sized bed that she shared with Sandra. Unfortunately, Sandra wasn’t always available to funnel-feed her or to give her belly rubs, so she had hired help in the form of a young man. He was instructed not to speak to her and to remain masked at all times. Martha liked having him around and sometimes instructed that he stayed even with Sandra there so that she could please her in other ways while he poured beers into her gullet. She couldn’t believe the immense size she reached, her belly spilled out in front of her, red and pimpled from all the alcohol she drank. It was amazing and so sexy. Her face was consumed by fat also, even her brow was riddled with it and her neck too, not that you could even see that with the hanging double chin that concealed it. Clothes were something she had long given up on and she spent all of her time naked for why would she ever choose to conceal such a beautiful body? It was not longer after their first year together that she requested Sandra place a mirror on the wall across the bed so that she could admire the view. “Of course my dear.” Sandra lay beside her, her hands moving over the expanse of her belly that was full of alcohol. “Anything for you.” Martha thanked her through an attack of hiccups, her entire body shaking with each one. “I’m so fat.” Was all she could express in her drunken state. “So sexy. So…” “Devine,” Sandra helped. “So delicious.” Her tongue glided over her belly, tasting her sweat. “Such a goddess.” The masked man was called in to funnel-feed her while Sandra went down on her, it was almost an impossible task, but she was determined to keep at it while they could. And so, that’s how they spent their days, lounging around and enjoying each other’s company. And that’s how they would continue to go so long as Martha allowed it, there was no doubt that she would ever ask to leave, for what more could she ever ask for?