"Come on, you slut!"
It had been several months since Iris and her mother had been fucked silly at the carnival, over a year since she had been gang-fucked and tattooed on Halloween, and even longer since that fateful day when Jack had humiliated her in the parking lot, exposing the blushing girl's massive white bottom, and blackmailing her into the wonderous world of deviant group sex. That one, momentous day, Iris discovered her deepest, darkest, secret; somewhere far beneath her gentle and shy exterior lived a filthy, fat assed, whore, who got off on satisfying men and swallowing cum. Unfortunately for the poor, giant rumped, girl, it had been ages since she'd had that opportunity.
Jack hadn't called or texted. JD had been radio silent. Hell, at that point, Iris wouldn't have said no to the homeless ex-frat boy whose favorite form of torture was forcing her to fart.
For a few weeks after the carnival, Iris had been okay. She'd needed that time to recover, anyway; for her sunburn to peel, the bruises and welts on her spacious white backside to fade, and for her asshole and cunt to tighten back up. But long after the effects of that day had faded from her body, the mental scars still had a firm hold on her mind.
Iris' sexual desires had started small. She'd touch herself in the shower, bringing herself to a satisfying orgasm while warm water cascaded down her curvy body and over her spacious backside. But it wasn't long before a simple fingering wasn't enough, and Iris found herself venturing into a sex shop and buying a vibrator. She'd blushed a furious red when she had handed over the money for the sex toy; her shame finally returning. But the thrill of the vibrator had quickly grown stale, and she'd desperately needed to up her game. Unable to face the clerk at the sex shop again, Iris took to ordering her latest toys online; using a prepaid credit card to hide her identity; and hiding inside while the mailman left the packages on her porch so she would never be seen.
On this particular day, Iris was lying on the floor of her bedroom, facing herself in a mirror. She had twisted herself up into a pretzel, her hefty haunches splayed across her shoulders, her heels hooked behind her ears. A massive, knobbed, rotating, fuck toy was currently worming its' way around her asshole. A pair of tight metal clamps were latched onto her distended nipples. With one hand, Iris was working a huge, floppy, dildo in and out of her slick cunt. With her free hand, she was violently whacking one of her flabby white butt cheeks; leaving crimson hand prints across her
COW
tattoo.
"Come on, you fat slut," Iris growled at herself in the mirror. "You need both holes filled to get off? You're a disgusting
cow."
She gritted her teeth, burying the dildo in her cunt to the hilt. It wasn't enough. She tore the dildo out and buried her own fist into her slick fuckhole.
"This is all you're good for you stupid bitch," She spat. "Having your fucking holes stuffed." Iris leaned her head back and moaned, her dark hair draping across the carpet while her entire curvy frame glistened with sweat. "Come on, you fat slut. YOU FAT SLUT!
YOU FAT FUCKING COW!! MOOO MOOOO MOOOOO!!"
Finally, mercifully, Iris came.
This had been a good one, she was panting and sweating; the electrical tingles still flittering through Iris' body long after she'd stopped fucking herself. She slowly rose on shaking legs, carefully removing the toy from her sphincter and shutting the power off. She unclipped the clamps on her nipples, picked up a towel, and wiped the sweat from her big, jiggling, body.
Still naked and panting, Iris hurriedly rushed to the kitchen. She retrieved an industrial sized tub of chocolate flavored high-octane weight-boosting protein powder from its' hiding spot beneath the sink. She scooped far more than the recommended amount into a blender, added in too much whole milk, and let it blend until it was drinkable. The moment it was done, without even pouring the mixture into a cup, Iris tore the top off the glass pitcher and chugged it down. She drank the protein shake until her stomach lurched and her throat ached, until finally, it was finished. She quickly replaced the protein powder in its' hiding spot, replaced the milk in the fridge, rinsed the pitcher, and put it back on the blender. All evidence of her time spent in the kitchen was erased; well almost all of it.
Her post masturbation ritual complete, Iris slunk back to her room and steadied herself in front of the mirror. The post orgasm protein shake was, in Iris' broken and twisted mind, a reward. The one positive thing about all the sex she'd been forced to have was that she had also been forced to swallow all the cum she could drink. This meant that her already gigantic ass had been growing larger, and in her mind, more desirable, with every man who conquered her. But when the sex had dried up, so had the non-stop jizz buffet. In those first few, lonely, weeks, Iris' massive, pale, backside had begun to shrink. Faced with the prospect of her giant rump, the only thing she believed to be special about her, shrinking even further, Iris had come up with the protein shake idea. She rewarded herself with a heaping helping of weight gain powder every time she masturbated. Unfortunately for the poor, helpless, big bottomed girl, it was months into her dry spell and she was masturbating more frequently than ever; sometimes downing as many as a half dozen shakes a day. And without all the sex to burn off those calories and balance her out, Iris was packing on the pounds, ballooning in an unsafe fashion.
Iris studied her curvy frame in the reflective glass. Her cheeks were puffy; and her pale skin flushed and clammy from being constantly out of breath. She was now sporting a hint of a double chin, and even her neck looked thicker. Her breasts, once tight and perky on her chest, and relatively small for how curvy she was, now sagged to her navel. These weren't tits; or even jugs; these were full blown udders, dwarfing even her mother's monstrous chest. And in Iris' twisted mind she longed to wrap them around a big, fat, cock. Her belly, once surprisingly flat, was now paunchy and flabby, and her waistline had expanded to the point where she could only wear spandex. Her old jeans and slacks, even the pairs that had fit her massive butt, were strictly a no go at that point.
And for as bad as Iris' upper body had ballooned, her poor, often abused, lower body had taken the hardest hit. Maybe the proportions of her cartoonish lower half really had been genetic; her hips, thighs, and ass were where her genes preferred to store fat. Unfortunately, that meant while she was experiencing the most rapid weight gain of her life, her lower half was expanding exponentially. Her calves had ballooned out to the point where it was hard to tell where her ankles ended and her shins began. Her thighs, already obscenely large, now looked like she was smuggling two small humans whenever she forced them into a pair of leggings. Flabby and lacking definition, it appeared she was carrying another giant, wobbling, ass cheek on either quad. Her hips had widened, of course, to the point where even the most resilient spandex strained against them; every pimple, every pockmark, even the faintest hint of cellulite visible through the fabric. And her ass cheeks! Her gigantic rump would have made an elephant feel envy. She hadn't known it was possible but her ass actually sagged down, until it was touching the backs of her thighs. Her gigantic, flabby, rump was positively alien, mutant, something pushing the outer bounds of the human form.
Grunting, Iris squatted down. Her ass cheeks, massive as they were, drooped down, visible past her cunt lips, and beyond the swell of her hips. Her breasts hung low and swayed pendulously, her monstrous thighs wobbling as her pale tits slapped against them. With another grunt, Iris jerked upright. Her udders slapped against her chin, and her ass didn't stop quaking until long after she had stopped moving.
