FESTIVAL FATTY (XWG, HUMILIATION, FEEDING)

Riley was snoring softly, her head lolling to one side with her mouth slightly open. Her neck had completely disappeared underneath her double chin. Suddenly, she was awoken by the sound of the trunk opening. She blinked groggily and lazily scratched at the lower half of her double chin, dislodging a few crumbs from the Chick-fil-A she greedily inhaled that had been trapped in her neck folds. Her brown hair was tied in a loose bun, and her green eyes were bleary with sleep. She felt like a fat mess, her disheveled appearance was amplified by the crumbs on her oversized, faded T-shirt and stretchy sweatpants.

Yawning, Riley struggled to get out of the Uber. Her body was a landscape of excess flesh, every movement causing a sea of jiggles throughout her body making her acutely aware of her size. She heaved herself out of the car, her movements slow and labored. Her belly, a large, soft dome, rested heavily on her thighs as she shifted her weight. The waistband of her sweatpants dug into the flesh of her hips, creating deep indentations. Her thighs, each as thick as a tree trunk, rubbed together with every step, causing her to waddle. Her arms, which had once been toned, now jiggled with every movement.

“Ugh, my legs are killing me,” she groaned, wincing with each step.

“Come on, big mama, we don’t have all day!”

Shawna called out. Riley glanced over, feeling a bitter pang of envy. Shawna, her long-time friend exuded confidence. With her curvy frame and long braids that cascaded down to her butt, she moved with the grace of someone who knew how to show off. Shawna’s black skin glowed under the setting sun, her light brown eyes sparkled with excitement, and her full lips curled into a smug smile as she looked Riley up and down. She wore a tight, red dress that hugged her hourglass figure, showing off her rounded, firm backside and cinched waist. Riley couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment. Shawna is such a bitch, she thought bitterly.

Madison bounced with excitement. Her slim figure moved with the effortless grace of someone born to dance. Her long, toned legs and flat stomach were showcased in her outfit, a short, flowy dress with floral patterns that swayed with her movements. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her blue eyes shone with enthusiasm. Madison was ditzy, but her energy was infectious. Riley felt a bit jealous watching her friend, wishing she could still move so effortlessly. Perfect little princess, Riley thought, hating her for it.

As they walked into the hotel lobby, Madison’s eyes lit up. “Oh my God, it’s Jack!” she screamed, running up to hug the familiar bellhop.

Jack, a tall and lanky man in his late 30s, laughed as he caught Madison in a hug. “Hey, It’s been a while!”

“OMG, I know. How many years have you been working here now, Jack?” Madison asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Eight years,” Jack replied with a smile.

“Wow, I feel so old! We’ve been coming here for nearly a decade!” Madison exclaimed, her hands on her cheeks in exaggerated horror.

Riley watched the exchange with a mix of nostalgia and sadness. She remembered all the times they had come to this festival, each year feeling a little older, a little heavier. She always had a crush on Jack, but he only ever had eyes for Madison. Thinking about this made Riley feel like she weighed 1,000 pounds. Now, at 31, she felt every pound of her 360-pound frame. For years she chalked up her weight to her steadily increasing age and her slowing metabolism, but no longer could after seeing Shawna's incredible transformation. Who was also 31, and looked incredible compared to her, and even Madison, at 27, seems to have barely changed over the years.

They checked in and headed to their room, only to find that the elevator was out of service. Which meant they had to walk up two flights of stairs, a task that quickly proved to be a struggle for Riley. She desperately needed to take a break, and began leaning heavily against the railing, her breath coming in labored gasps.

“Ugh, can we stop for a minute?” Riley asked, her voice strained.

Shawna gave her a judgmental look, impatience clear in her eyes.

Madison, more sympathetic, rubbed Riley’s back. “It’s okay, Ry. We can take it slow,” she said, but the comforting gesture only made Riley feel even more embarrassed and pathetic.

When they finally reached their room, Riley was breathing heavily and exhausted. She waddled in as fast as she could manage and plopped down on the couch, feeling the cushions sink under her weight. While Shawna and Madison immediately began exploring and taking videos of the hotel room.

“Oh my God, Ry, you’ve got to check out the view!” Madison screamed, running to the window.

Riley lazily replied, “I’ll take a look in a second. I just need to put my feet up for a little bit.”

Shawna glanced at Madison and said, “Yikes.”

Madison playfully hit Shawna and whispered  “Don’t be so mean, you used to be a lil piggy back in the day to remember.” Which left Shawna feeling embarrassed. Shawna then walked to the fridge to place her leftovers from earlier inside. She then turned to Riley observing  the discomfort on her face and asked, “Are you gonna be able to handle going out tonight?”.

Riley forced a smile, trying to muster the excitement that Shawna and Madison radiated and reassured her that she could handle it. Getting ready was a struggle. She fought with her festival outfit, a vibrant lime green dress that hugged her curves uncomfortably, showcasing her large belly and wide hips. The mirror showed her a version of herself that she was still coming to terms with, a far cry from the slim, active woman she used to be when she first started attending this festival many years ago.

Riley stared at her reflection, her eyes tracing every curve and roll. Her belly protruded heavily and sagged low, stretching the fabric of the dress taut. The dress clung to her hips and thighs, highlighting the sheer size of them. Her arms, once muscular and defined, were now weak and flabby, her soft skin sagging low  from all the excess fat. She sighed, feeling a mix of self-loathing and resignation. How did I let myself get this big? she thought, her eyes welling up with tears. She had planned on wearing heels tonight, but her feet were in too much pain. She begrudgingly opted for flats, feeling even more frumpy and unattractive. I need a drink, she decided, hoping to numb her mind and get through the evening. While her friends saw her internal struggle and tried to hype her up.

“Come on, Riley! You look great,” Madison chirped, adjusting her own outfit effortlessly. Her words were kind, but Riley could see the ease with which Madison moved, the confidence in her posture, and felt a twinge of inadequacy feeling the sting of envy.

Shawna, meanwhile, had her eyes locked in on the mirror, adjusting her dress to perfectly highlight her enhanced curves. Hearing Maddisons attempt at cheering up Riley she decided to chime in and without taking her eyes off the mirror said. “Well at least you’ve still got a pretty face.”

Riley appreciated the support but couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. After they finished getting ready, Shawna pulled out some shots. Shawna and Maddison quickly pulled out their phones to record a few thirst traps, and seductively take their shot while Riley began to down most of them, eager to dull her insecurities.

“Wow, greedy much?” Madison teased. “You’re gonna drink all of it before we even get there?”

Riley caught off guard by how direct Maddison was and awkwardly shrugged, trying to sound casual. “I need it. It takes more drinks to get me drunk because I’m so heavy haha.”

Shawna started blasting music, the bass thumping through the room. “Let’s get too it bitches!” she shouted.

Riley, feeling the alcohol take the edge off, started throwing it back and twerking awkwardly. Despite her self-consciousness, a lot was shaking because of all the junk in the trunk she was lugging around. While Shawna and Madison began to get loud and  hype her up, cheering and slapping her big fat ass.

“Go, Riley! Go, Riley!” Madison shouted

“Okay big mama, I didn't know you could shake it like that!” Shawna added laughing, joining in on the fun.

The festival grounds were a sensory overload of colors, sounds, and scents. Vibrant banners fluttered in the breeze, and the air was thick with the mingling aromas of fried foods, sweet treats, and the earthy undertone of trampled grass. Music thumped through the air and the crowd moved like a living organism, pulsating with life and energy.

Madison was the first to hit the dance floor, her body moving with the effortless grace of someone born to dance. Her flowy dress twirled around her, the floral patterns a blur of color. Shawna was quick to follow, her confidence radiating as she scanned the crowd for a potential dance partner. Her tight red dress clung to her curves, her braids swaying with each step. Riley hesitantly joined them, hoping to lose herself in the music and the crowd.

From the start, Riley felt the fatigue settling in, but she tried to ignore it. Her large belly jiggled with each step, her thighs rubbed together uncomfortably, and her arms swung heavily by her sides. She could feel eyes on her, noticing that she was easily the fattest person in sight by a considerable margin. But she forced herself to keep moving, hoping to feel the old excitement bubbling up.

The beat of the music was intoxicating, and for a moment, Riley felt a spark of her former self. She swayed to the rhythm, her body moving in ways it hadn't in years. She caught sight of her reflection in a nearby mirror, her ample belly protruding zapping all the confidence she had mere seconds ago. After just a few songs, she was already struggling. Her breath came in heavy pants, and her legs ached with the effort. She watched Madison spin and twirl, her movements a dance of pure joy, and felt a pang of longing. No longer being able to keep up.

As the night went on, the events blurred together. Riley drank and ate more than she ever had before, her body beyond bloated, her belly stretched the fabric of her dress painfully. The alcohol dulled her senses and lowered her inhibitions. A guy had taken a liking to Madison and the two groups began to intermingle. Riley cringed inwardly when she saw the reaction of the guy she was paired up with. She had experienced this reaction many times but it never made it less painful. He was clearly the one who was  "taking one for the team"  and it was written on his face.

Determined to make the best of it, Riley tried to let her guard down a bit and it got easier the more she drank, and the more she drank the flirter she became. She threw herself into the music, her large body moving awkwardly but with enthusiasm. Her belly bounced with each movement, her hips swaying heavily. She noticed the guy's demeanor change as he began to feel her up, his hands grabbing her hips and belly. For a moment, she felt a spark of connection, a sense of being desired.

But soon, Riley's body couldn't keep up with the constant movement. "I need to take a breather," she told the guy, hoping he'd offer to join her.

"Alright. I'm going to keep dancing," he replied nonchalantly, the dismissal stinging.

Bummed out, Riley forced a smile and told her friends she was taking a break. "I'll be back in a bit," she said, trying to sound upbeat.

She made her way to the food stalls, each step a reminder of her size and exhaustion. Her thighs rubbed together painfully, and her breath came in labored gasps. The smell of festival food was irresistible. Her stomach growled, and she gave in, buying a variety of snacks. Greasy corn dogs, a basket of loaded fries, and a massive funnel cake dusted with powdered sugar.

As she sat on a bench, Riley ravenously began to dig into her food, her mind consumed by the sensory overload. She took a bite of the funnel cake, the sweet, fried dough melting in her mouth. The comfort of food was all-consuming.

A young man approached, watching her pig out. "Hey, mind if I join you?" he asked with a charming smile, holding a plate of nachos.

Riley’s heart fluttered. "Sure, why not?" she replied, trying to hide her surprise. She was beyond full but couldn't resist the urge to keep eating. He offered her a vape and took a big hit and a wave of hunger surged through her again. They chatted a bit and he asked her about where she was from and details about her life, making her feel like the center of attention. His easy going personality and seemingly genuine interest in her put her at ease. The more they talked, the more Riley felt like puddy in his hands. She giggled and blushed, feeling a connection she hadn’t felt in a long time. He began to notice Rileys uncomfortable demeanor and offered to get her an uber back to her hotel.

"I'm staying at the same hotel," he mentioned casually. "I could take you back if you want."

Riley’s excitement was immediate and obvious. "Really? That sounds great!" she said, her voice a little too enthusiastic. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so excited. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been treated so well.” She quickly added, ending her sentence with a nervous chuckle.

He smiled warmly. "No need to apologize. I’m happy to."

Riley’s heart soared. As they finished their food and made their way back to the hotel after hitting two more food stands, Riley was too full to put up a fight when he ordered them enough food to feed half the people in the festival but was too full and tired to put up a fight. She didn't want to blow it; she felt a renewed sense of connection and hope.

She stumbled into the hotel room, barely able to see over the bucket of fried pickles she was carrying. Her new boy toy followed closely behind, his arms loaded with a box of pizza, wings, and deep-fried Oreos. She quickly waddled her way to the couch and plopped down, the cushions sinking under her weight. She turned on the  TV, zoning out and began to mindlessly eat from the bucket, the crunch and tanginess filling her mouth. Her body felt heavy and bloated from the night's indulgence up to this point, but the haze of alcohol and the thrill of the moment kept her moving.

Her mystery man sat next to her, opening the pizza box and taking a bite before holding a slice up to her lips. Riley greedily took a big, messy bite, trying to look cute as cheese and sauce smeared her lips. He watched her with a mixture of amusement and desire as she continued to pig out, her hands now covered in grease and crumbs.

"God, I need to  stop, what am I doing?" she thought, a mix of shame and excitement coursing through her. "I feel like a mindless pig, but I love the way he's looking at me.”

The guy leaned in closer, his hand resting on her belly, feeling its softness.

He began to take off his clothes and she freed her belly from her panties and then removed them entirely. They were soaked. She was embarrassed, she didn't want to put out after only knowing him a few hours but she couldn't help it. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her with such lust. She began to spread her legs and open it for him. He moved in closer.

"You're not allowed to cum until you finish your food," he whispered in her ear, his voice both commanding and enticing. Riley's eyes widened, a shiver running down her spine. It had been so long since she'd been touched like this, and she was willing to do anything to keep him interested.

"Yes, anything you want," she whispered back, her voice trembling with a mix of arousal and desperation.

"Don't stop eating," he instructed, his hand sliding down her thigh. "I'll keep touching you, but you have to keep eating."

Riley nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt like she had no control over herself or the situation, completely surrendering to the moment. She stuffed her face with food, barely chewing as she swallowed bite after bite. As he  teased her, his fingers skillfully brought her to the brink of ecstasy before pulling away, leaving her breathless and frustrated.

"I can do this," she thought, determined to please him. "I have to finish the food."

He edged her for what seemed like hours. Time passed by in a blur of sensations and indulgence. The room filled with the smell of grease and sweat, sex and food containers littering the floor. Riley's body ached, her belly distended and sore from overeating, but she couldn't stop. She was a mess, sauce and crumbs covering her face, hands and bed but she felt a strange sense of satisfaction.Eventually, she passed out after an intense body shaking orgasm, and shortly after her guest picked up belongings and saw himself out.

Hours later, Madison entered the room, her eyes widening at the sight of the mess. She looked down at Riley, to see her bloated bff passed out on the floor.  A half-eaten chicken wing clutched in her greasy hand, her belly rising and falling with each breath. She lay unceremoniously on the floor, surrounded by the remnants of her feast. Her belly spilling out underneath the dress cascading down onto the floor. With a smug look on her face Maddison smiled and giggled softly. "Looks like someone got lucky," she whispered, shaking her head before collapsing onto her bed.