Bring Your Own Cake (BYOC)

Recently I uploaded an unfinished WIP of BYOC (Bring Your Own Cake), itself a development of an original BYOC sketch from years ago. In that upload, I highlighted a few elements I'd ike to change - it had potential, I thought - and with that in mind I thought why not make a start...

Long story short; I ended up almost completely reworking it. The upper torso, breasts and legs are about the only similar bits that I brought forward, and even then, they've been 'tweaked.'

Firstly, if you were to compare it to the previous BYOC WIP, you'll probably notice that Brooke here has, ahem, well, already gained some extra weight. This is BrasByDesign, I must remind you - things rarely get smaller around here! With that, I must confess that I am the kind of person who always wonders what's just around the next corner, and the one after that, and, well, you can see where that kind of attitude might lead. Also, partially, I felt that the character, and the scenario lent itself more to a much greater size and weight, especially considering the bulk of her upper torso in the work in progress sketch.

With Brooke's increasing in size, it also meant her bed had to be embiggened, too. I rather like the semi-industrial 'air-ride' style to it, but even at it's vast capacity, somehow the guzzling girl is still managing to steadily outgrow it!

Then there is Amanda, her 'head' Nurse and primary caregiver, although one gets the impression that those are titles that she has awarded herself, perhaps. Still rather keen and bubbly looking, she was however reworked to emphasise how slim and petite she is. Comparison is a favourite mechanic of mine, and Amanda's slender figure only goes on to show just how insanely enormous and overloaded Brooke has already become.

I like to think that there is a long-running and somewhat strained relationship between Brooke and Amanda, similar in a way to Zero Thanks Given, but without the formal institutionalisation. A battle of struggling self-control against gentle coercion and enablement, that has eventually led to this spiraling situation. With Brooke fed to a size where she can no longer even feed herself, Amanda is safe in the knowledge that she can essentially keep pumping Brooke up much like one of the many party balloons. Meanwhile, Brooke simply has to largely concede that complaining or protesting will achieve very little - even if her objections were taken seriously, she knows full well that her lust for food and insatiable apetite would only cause her to crumble sooner rather than later.

As for the guest(s), well, I was hoping to convey a sort of 'bewildered shock'. It's important to remember that they are Brooke's friends, or, more likely mostly Amanda's friends, and that they would see her at least occasionally - even if that was once a year for a birthday or some such. Of course, in that time, she most likely would have still gained a significant amount, but it wouldn't be a total body-horror scenario. For most of the time they've known her, Brooke has always been a big girl to some degree. Tom is a good egg, and like many of the guests, knows to be polite, even if he can't stop his jaw from dropping!

Anyway, I started a short story based on this scene. It's only a start, as this drawing took an absolute age, so here you go:

“Well, that's the last of the guests heading home Brooke,” Nurse Amanda announced triumphantly, “and to think all thirty-five of them made the same silly mistake by bringing an entire birthday cake with them! I've no idea where they got that idea from…”

Brooke knew what was coming next, as she lay helpless, struggling with her already vast weight. She also knew those cakes were no accident, but rather a deliberately misleading invite sent out by Amanda. 

“The real party starts now, so let's have some fun eh? How does my big Brookey-wookey fancy a nice bit of good, old-fashioned hand feeding? You've been on that pump pretty much all day. How about some nice, thick, slices of delicious cake to get things going? There’s still plenty left!”

Brooke nodded softly. There was little point objecting, it would make almost no difference. And even if it did, she was well aware that it wouldn't take much to tempt her. There was no use denying that she was now well and truly hooked on food. It was an addiction that had not only taken over her life, but had become it. Now so huge and heavy, she could do little else but eat - something Amanda was more than willing to brazenly exploit...