For Anon - Webcam Girl

Webcam Girl

by Concordant Opposition

https://aryion.com/g4/view/337659

 

    The camera is centered on two people. A tall black haired woman – a bit chubby, but very beautiful, with wide hips and bust, a slight paunch, and supple pale skin contrasted by frilly black lingerie. She holds the other woman by the hair. It's long and whitish blond – clearly dyed. The blond woman kneels on her legs, with ankles and wrists bound, her arms resting in her lap. A thick rubber ball gag is crammed in her mouth, parting her red lips and accentuating the fearful doe-eyed look on her face. Unlike her captor she is nude, artificially tanned flesh exposed for all to see. A few fresh, purple bruises adorn her thin form, including vicious hand marks on her slender neck.

    The dark haired girl spoke with fake cheerfulness, “Hello everyone! This is Mistress Courtney, and I have a special treat today. Allow me to introduce our our newest guest, Stacy!” She yanked on the other girl's hair, forcing her to look into the camera. “Say hi, Stacy,” Courtney commanded. Gagged as she was, Stacy only managed a terrified mumble. A few tears ran down her face. Her red, bloodshot eyes flicked from the camera back to Courtney in horror and confusion.

    Courtney lowered her face close to Stacy's and continued in a saccharine tone. “Aww, don't cry hon.” she soothed, before switching to mocking. “There's still a chance you won't be the next layer of fat on my ass!” she said, and gave her thick rear a raucous smack. Stacy stared at Courtney out of the corner of her eyes, disbelief written on her face. Courtney continued sarcastically, “Oh, I'm sorry! I haven't explained to you why you're here yet!”

    Addressing the camera now, Courtney spoke. “I was at the mall earlier today, trying on some new clothes I bought using your lovely donations, and this skank bumps into me. Instead of 'sorry' or 'excuse me' I got a 'outta my way fatass' before she stormed off. 'How rude!' I thought. So I followed her back to her car, 'negotiated' with my hands, and convinced her to have dinner at my place.” Courtney paused to look down at her prisoner. “Feeling sorry now, bitch?”

    Stacy moaned into her gag, face now bright red and stained in tears. It was beginning to dawn on her what the stakes were. As she began to thrash at her bonds, Courtney hooked her tied hands to a rope, and hoisted her up like a pig. “Here's how this works, whore: you're going in here-” Courtney slapped her chubby gut “-and if our kind audience can donate twenty thousand dollars before my tummy's done with you, I'll let you go. Otherwise… let's just say I'm gonna need another new wardrobe.”

    With that, Courtney tied off the rope holding Stacy up, allowing the other girl to hang, slumped in defeat, by her arms. Courtney approached the camera and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked off to the side at her computer screen as she posed for the camera and jiggled her belly in her hands. Her plump lips creased into a pout. “You guys can muster twenty grand for poor 'lil Stacy here, can't you? I wouldn't want to have to take all these nice new clothes back.” she said, pulling on the elastic of her lingerie and letting it snap back against her soft skin.

    Courtney's stomach rumbled, a long, loud gurgle that broke the silence in the room. She looked down at her tummy and drummed her fingers across it, saying in a sultry tone, “Oooh, looks like someone's frisky tonight.” At the ominous noise, Stacy perked up in the background, and gazed pleadingly into the camera. A muffled whimper escaped her gag and gained Courtney's attention.

    The plump woman spun around and advanced slowly toward her prey, hips swaying in an exaggerated strut. “Stacy. Honey. Has anyone ever told you that you look delicious?” Courtney said. Stacy managed a muffled mewl of disapproval in response. Courtney sat down sideways facing the blond woman, who gazed at her fearfully from the corner of her eye like a cornered animal. Taking the small, white feet in her hands, Courtney ran her tongue along Stacy's toes, letting them writhe a moment before she opened her mouth inhumanely wide and engulfed both feet.

    Stacy froze, her whole body tensed tight in fear, and stared, uncomprehending, down at her ankles sticking out of another person's mouth. She felt her toes squeeze into the tight confines of a throat as Courtney took her first ravenous swallow. Now gripping Stacy by the calves, the predatory woman pulled her meal in, gulp by gulp. As she swallowed, Courtney scooted closer, until she was sitting directly under where Stacy hung, leaned back on her hands. Still swallowing rapidly, Courtney felt Stacy's feet enter her stomach just as she'd engulfed the poor woman's knees. This brought the blond back to her senses, and she struggled in vain against Courtney's powerful muscles.

    Running her tongue along Stacy's smooth inner thigh flesh, Courtney moaned in pleasure and redoubled her efforts, devouring the helpless woman with glee. A few swallows later she was nose-to-clit with Stacy's bare womanhood, which she probed invasively with her tongue, feeling her prey buck and writhe in involuntary passion. Her pace did not slow however, and before Stacy was brought to climax Courtney was already savoring the taste of her toned stomach. Denied her orgasm, Stacy started to kick and squirm violently, her feet causing bumps in the outline of Courtney's already distended belly. Courtney, now nearly standing, enjoyed the futile struggles and reached up to grab Stacy by the shoulders and pull her deeper. As the ring of Courtney's pink lips inched up Stacy's thin torso, the struggling became fainter and weaker. From deep in her chest Courtney allowed herself a chuckle. Her meal was finally accepting its place.

    With only Stacy's arms and head still outside her mouth, Courtney reached up and loosened the bonds on the blond woman's hands, letting them slide free. They fell limp, whatever resistance remaining crushed by her hopeless situation. Stacy could feel her legs folded up tightly in Courtney's hot, damp stomach, and she no longer had the strength to fight against the powerful, constricting muscles.

    Courtney's stomach was now stretched far past human limits; the pale bloated orb hung off the front of her body, gravity straining to pull it to the floor. To support herself she wrapped one arm under her belly and leaned back while her other arm gathered up Stacy's limp limbs and held them high above her mouth. Now inches from Stacy's head, she stared up at her prey's chin. Stacy had her head tilted, eyes closed shut in disbelieving horror. As Courtney's lips wrapped around her throat she realized she might never see light again, and she opened her eyes to gaze forth longingly. Her eyes met the camera for just a moment, until with a wet slurp the gorging predator engulfed her head completely. Now only two slender arms and Courtney's bulging stomach marked Stacy's existence to the outside world.

    For the last part of her meal, Courtney waddled closer to the camera and knelt down, letting her stomach flop heavily onto the ground. She held Stacy's two arms aloft like noodles, and slurped them up greedily until only the hands remained. Head tilted slightly back to display her stuffed mouth to the camera, she ran her tongue up and around the dainty hands, which tensed and flexed sensitively at the passage of the probing muscle. Her hand alighted gracefully on her prey's outstretched fingers, and with a gentle push she brought them fully into her mouth. There was a pause as Courtney clutched her over-stuffed stomach and cringed in discomfort, clearly at the upper limit of her gluttony. When the final swallow came it was wet and heavy. Courtney's neck and chest returned to their normal form, while her stomach bulged out slightly more, Stacy shifting uncomfortably within in a futile attempt to become comfortable.

    Courtney knelt still for a moment, eyes closed and breathing heavily, her mouth slightly agape in a visage of raw pleasure and satisfaction. Years of erotic stuffing and inflation for herself and her webcam audiences; nothing came close to this sensation. Absolute gluttony and absolute domination combined into a single consuming impulse. She had reduced another living, breathing human being into nothing but food. Nothing but a pathetic, mewling animal that would feed her physical and sexual appetites. At some level it felt wrong, but whatever compunctions she had were totally forfeit before the burning arousal in the crotch, the euphoric fullness of her stomach, and the heavy-lidded satisfaction that weighed on every muscle in her body.

    The warm, wet confines of Courtney's belly were incredibly tight for Stacy. She found herself constricted on all sides by strong muscles that compressed her into a tight ball, doubled over nearly face-to-crotch with herself. She didn't know how long she could bear the claustrophobic environment, but now that her hands were free she could at least see about removing the ball gag. It seemed to be a simple task, but every time she reached her hands around, the stomach would gurgle and contract, throwing her off. She quickly became frustrated and began to thrash and force her movements in the stomach. The utter ineffectiveness of all her work fed into her primal terror at being crammed into such a tight, dark space. She was soon flailing around in animalistic horror once again, taxing her tired muscles to the absolute limit in a vain bid to simply be free.

    Stacy's mounting terror did not go unnoticed. The feeble limbs straining against her engorged stomach, the pressure of the huge meal against her sex, and the simple knowledge that Stacy was utterly helpless ignited Courtney like thermite. In an effort to reach her womanhood past her huge gut she laid down on her back. The weight of her belly on top of her was incredible, but still she arched up, knees akimbo, and jammed one hand deep into her snatch while her other balanced the ponderous stomach. Her rhythmic bucking was swift and violent, an incredibly disorienting experience for Courtney's passenger, who increased her own struggles almost in time. As she climaxed Courtney cried out, a high-pitched shriek that devolved into a ragged moan of pleasure. She collapsed with a thud onto her back, and her viscous juices ran into the carpet. No movement came from within her, her prey totally exhausted from struggling. No sound filled the room but Courtney's heavy breathing and the faint chorus of gurgles emanating from her tummy.

    A few minutes later, Courtney had finally recovered enough to sit up. She spread her legs apart to rest her giant belly on the ground between them, and leaned back on her arms leisurely, still too tired and stuffed to attempt any other movement. The shift must have upset her overworked tummy, because she froze as she felt pressure rising within her chest. She was no stranger to burping, but she knew this one was going to be massive. Courtney hung her mouth ajar as she let the gases rise, then with a thump of her chest released the most immense belch she ever had. The titanic eructation was wet and thundering, lasting entire seconds. Accompanying it flew the ball gag, which landed on the carpet ahead of Courtney, sopping wet with saliva and gastric juice. “Wow,” Courtney mumbled in exhausted bemusement, “Who knew blonds made me so gassy?”

    Finally taking the time to stand up, Courtney rose slowly, both hands carrying her belly. The cam show forgotten, Courtney waddled towards the bed along the back wall of the room, loosing another large belch along the way. “Ooh. Excuse me,” she mumbled.  Upon reaching the bed, she grabbed a discarded t-shirt, and made an attempt to wipe the partially-dried vaginal discharge from herself. Then she turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed. It creaked under her weight as she twisted and hoisted her legs up beside her, scooting back to lay on her side facing the camera. The pale mass of her Stacy-filled tummy covered much of the bed, and Courtney caressed it gingerly.

    “How're you doing in there, babe?” she asked gently.

    “F-f-fine” the other woman replied from within. Her voice was muffled, exhausted and fearful.

    “Good,” replied Courtney, “I'm gonna take a nap, so you should get some sleep too. You got a long way to go.”

    After that Courtney pulled a pillow over to herself and snuggled into it. Eyes closed, a contented smile graced her lips. She was asleep in moments.

    The camera ran for a few more hours as Courtney slept. Stacy occasionally managed a whimper or a meek cry for help, but eventually she too succumbed to sleep.

 

--Three Days Later--

 

    This time the show begins with Courtney seated at her computer, leaning over the desk into the camera so just her head and shoulders are visible. She smiles wide, showing her perfect white teeth, and her eyes gleam with predatory mischief.

    “Hello again. I'm sure you're wondering how the donations went, and how Stacy is doing, and I have good news for both questions!” Courtney said, “You guys were very generous, and Stacy, well, I think she looks better than ever!”

    With that she leaned back and stood up, displaying her nude body for the camera. Courtney had gained tons of weight, filling out every part of her body with rolls of plush fat. Standing straight, her thighs slapped together tightly, and their girth supported her immense butt, which rounded out to make her hips almost as wide as two people. Her breasts – each nearly the size of her head – rested heavily on her huge flabby gut, the most impressive addition to her body. It was marked with vertical rows of faint pink stretch marks, the result of such a rapid weight gain. She leaned in and smooshed her huge boobs together between her chubby arms, sticking her tongue out at the camera. “Not what you were expecting, huh?”

    Courtney stood straight again and spoke, looking up, away from the camera in mock guilt, “You see, while you did make the twenty grand, you didn't make it in time.” Shifting her focus down to pat her fat belly, she continued, “When the last of the money came in, Stacy here was nothing more than a nutritious soup running through my intestines.

    “I was almost disappointed, but then I realized that I had an excuse to go shopping, complete with spending money.” As she spoke she spun her body, showing off every angle to the audience. “And besides. I look better like this anyway.” She gave her ponderous behind a gentle slap, felt it jiggle. “Mmmmh.” Courtney purred, turning back to face the camera. “I was always a fat girl at heart. Now I have the gut to match!” she giggled.

    Standing with a hand perched daintily on her belly, Courtney looked down at her computer screen, eyes flicking along as she read the comments on her stream. Her face scrunched in an exaggerated pout. “Those are some harsh words, dear,” she said plaintively. “Did you forget that you gave me your address when you signed up for my site?” she questioned. “I might have to pay you a visit… for dinner,” she finished with a smirk.

    Reading further along in the comments, Courtney smiled. “Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You aren't on his side?” She moved in close to the desk, reaching her arm up to rest on the camera itself. Her plump, beautiful face dominated the view. “I'll consider it then,” she whispered, then blew a kiss with her free hand. “Until next time, darlings,” she said softly, and waved with her fingers before clicking the camera off.