Weight Watchers: Pampered with Time (Patreon)

“Awe! You poor thing! You’ve hardly touched your pizza!”

A hand came over her shoulder, tugging the plateful of thick pepperoni slices closer to Kronii and her exposed belly. She tried to respond, to wave off her Auntie’s hand and tell her she’d already had enough.

She couldn’t.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. If she could, she might have run for the door. But even as that thought smacked her mind, it dissipated, smothered by the intensity of feeling with which her body screamed.

Her thighs, her back, her neck, her poor, fat, full, pinkly stretched stomach. Her sweater had fit when she had been all-but-dragged to this seat at the table. She’d worn jeans today, tight jeans that didn’t fit her newly-chubbed hips and plump thighs, to try and ensure she would not allow herself to do what she had done anyways.

Nothing fit now. Her collar was too tight on her plump, chubby neck, her sweater stretching just to cover her breasts. She could not see the lowest curve of her belly, held up by the table as the pink drum was, but she was sure that she’d at least burst one stich or two with her meaty thighs. But what of the button?

Had her belly popped the button off of her jeans, or had she intentionally undone it at some point during dinner? She couldn’t remember. It seemed so long ago. She thought she might have undone it when Auntie had pushed the plateful of wings to her beloved niece, but that might have been yesterday, or even last week. So many flavors played over her tongue, confusing the girl for what she’d even had. Chicken, cheese, steak, pork, dressing, sauce, meat. Meat. Meat!

Even if she could stand, even if she could run for the doors and try to escape, she knew from experience that there was no way out. If she could only finish one more plate, one more bowl, then Auntie would congratulate her and then help her to stand. Then, they could go home… unless Auntie decided to take her for ice cream.

Pain flashed up from her love handles, it trembled the porky girl to her core. She had no room for ice cream… but her tongue and her tummy had betrayed Kronii, as this next fatty growl was not the sound of her over-stressed digestion. It was the purest sound of a fat girl’s excitement overruling her good sense. She didn’t want dessert.

But her tummy would love an extra-large helping from a chocolate milkshake.

She didn’t realize she’d been pulling the plate towards her until she heard the loud twinkles of dinnerware that was being shoved out of it’s way. Six bowls, three plates, a platter which had either held three double-baked potatoes or an arrangement of jalapeno poppers and cheesey-bacon french fries. Four sets of silverware were brushed aside by her wrist and her pizza.

Her pizza. Her mind balked, both frustration and genuine regret fizzling beneath her feast and weight gain. It wasn’t her pizza. It hadn’t been her appetizer, it hadn’t been her entrees! All that Kronii had ordered was a small bowl of sala-

She had one moment of impulse in which she felt the sudden heat of the pizza nearing her middle before she carelessly dragged the plate into her muffined stomach. A tremor shook through her, a small jiggle in which she felt in each pound. She felt her heart thunder, heard the blood rushing inside of hear ears. The mountain inside of her stomach had toppled.

The girl gasped, pinched her eyes closed against the sudden flare of discomfort, and then let it out with a table-quivering, “Urrrrrp!!”

“My! It sounds like someone’s enjoying herself!” her auntie clapped. “I told you you’d like this place~”

“H…Hate…” Kronii wheezed, but her body continued its rebellion and did not let her speak. Her fingers clamped down on the side of the slice, uncaring how she was supposed to hold anything on this forsaken table, and filled her mouth with dough and cheese and grease.

She didn’t fight it.

A short time ago, Kronii had been slender. She worked out frequently and even had a six-pack! This piggie who sat in the booth, wearing her clothes and her hair and speaking her voice, would have been unrecognizable before she’d moved in with her aunt and her uncle on the other side of the sea.

She had thunder thighs now, and her strong six-pack was now a jiggly keg. She didn’t wear underwear, her hips and her legs having destroyed most of her old ones, and got by without a bra because all of her shirts were tight enough to lend their support. She was a being of immense power, a time lord who could stretch the very fabric of reality, but she was as helpless to her spoiled hunger now as she was to Auntie’s new diet for her sweet little niece.

Kronii couldn’t say no. It was as if the word had suddenly vanished from her vocabulary when they had moved into their house. “I baked you sweet rolls for breakfast!” “Come, let me make you some lunch!” “Are you going to make me beg for you to come with us to dinner?”

It had been so quick. The first two weeks had been awkward at times, especially considering Kronii’s old life was two meals a day and plenty of water. She wasn’t supposed to have sweets for her breakfast and double milkshake desserts. She wasn’t supposed to have a full pound during lunch and then three more for dinner. The first time she’d feasted, she thought it’d make her get sick!

But it made Auntie so happy. She gushed and she fawned and she fed and she fed, dancing around the kitchen and pushing plate after plate onto her niece’s pallet, and the blue-haired girl swelled with pound after pound after round, fatty pound.

Eating out was the worst. Her uncle would order, her aunt would order, they’d take three bites. And then Kronii would feast, because what else could she do? She’d convinced herself that it was the right thing to do, far better than wasting the food or making Auntie feel foolish or bad. Then she lost her six-pack. Then, the sight of her toes.

Just one more plate. Just a few more bites.

She’d finished the first slice, or rather, the sixth slice of pizza Kronii had eaten today. It joined the other half-melted messes inside of her bubbly stomach, heart burn and exhaustion both burning so heavy that Kronii would need to beg Auntie for another pair of antacids. But that would come later. All she had now was…

Her lips closed upon the slice, teeth ripping through cheese and warm dough. It dropped over her tongue, soaking her tastebuds in delicious grease and spiced meats. She wasn’t sure who groaned louder, her or her belly, but she was aware of the sauce that dribbled onto her sweater.

The next bite, then the next, two forced as one as she freed a finger to scoop up the sauce. When she swallowed, she felt her throat bulging over the top of her collar, tickling her neck as she forced it all down.

There was no noise from her stomach when the final slice hit. There wasn’t enough space for a noisy impact, and it was too busy straining to properly work digestion. There was only Kronii’s breathing, wheezy and short, as she sat back in her seat and looked at the roll she could see of her stomach while the hills of her breasts blossomed and fell.

“Mmph! Mhm, mhm, mhm! Well, I think that was fantastic!” she heard her uncle grunt. “How about you, dear?”

“My! It was marvelous. I loved every bite! But I’m worried about Kronii. Are you feeling unwell? You look a bit warm. Did you have enough to eat?”

Five pounds? Six? Too much. She couldn’t keep up like this. She had to say something. Slowly, she peeled her blue eyes away from her destroyed figure and looked at her aunt.

Auntie was plump. Not in the attractive ‘My breasts are massive’ way, but in the ‘I make my husband buy my clothes because I’d get upset by the tags’ way that Kronii herself was becoming intimately familiar with. She was always ‘dieting,’ but never seemed to gain or lose any weight. There was something quite pleasant about her face and expressions, and the way that she moved reminded Kronii how her mother had been when taking care of other kids.

“Y-yeah,” she exhaled, trying her best to grin. “It was great.”

“I can’t believe you ate it all,” her uncle gestured to the stack of emptied bowls.

“Oh, don’t say that!” Auntie laughed, “You make it sound like we never feed her enough!”

“T-trust me, you do,” Kronii replied, her attempts at chuckling going about as well as her smile. “I’m very grateful.”

“It’s the least we can do, really!”

“Right! And hey, having you with us lets me try so many new options!”

“Ahah… ahh…” Kronii swelled and she sweat. One of her hands made the mistake of lightly patting herself on the stomach, bringing an instant regret with another growling collapse and tumultuous, “URRRP!!”

“Remember, better out than in!” Auntie bubbled, seeming almost proud before turning to her husband. “Where should we take her tomorrow?”

“Hmm… how about pasta?”

“We just had pizza today! We should do something traditional.”

“There’s that new sushi bar that you wanted to try, nearby the-”

Kronii let the faked smile fall away. She was stuffed, exhausted, and in no small amount of pain. She didn’t want to even think about tomorrow yet, being much more concerned about her shower tonight and then a blissful eight hours in bed.

Still, she felt a more natural softness color her cheeks as she watched them go back and forth. What the hell, right? It was only a few more months. How much more damage could they do?

Once she was out on her own, she’d go back on her diet. Two meals a day, and she’d regain her six-pack.

Maybe dessert, if she was good. A milkshake or two.

And maybe some pizza, and a full pound of wings.

After a time, she realized her aunt and uncle were now talking about drinks. A bottle of wine? No, surely she must have misheard them. They’d already split a full bottle between them.

Her uncle then leaned over, still mid-conversation, and began to take the bowls from Kronii’s side of the table. He stacked them neatly off to her left, near the trolly which the waiter had used to bring all their food out.

“Well of course you’ve to try it with the different sauces,” her uncle was saying. “Barbecue against teriyaki, it’s practically an entirely whole different dish!”

“I understand that, but that doesn’t change the consistency of the meat. A chardonnay has more body than a blanc, so it works better with fish.”

“‘More body,’” her uncle laughed, “What does that even mean?”

Kronii tried not to feel like she should try adjusting her sweater. Did they intend to stay for another bottle of drinks? There wasn’t a wine on the planet that would go well with the mess that churned inside of the bluenette. All that she wanted was to go home, get undressed, waddle her way to the shower, and use the pulse feature on the showerhead to try and provide her some sweet belly relief.

She wasn’t exactly in a hurry to move off by herself, but they had taken the train here, and she did have a key…

Then, another more finalized thought struck her when she felt her tummy release a small, “Arroouuugh…” that was unmistakably wanting.

“Okay, guys,” she interjected between her two relatives. “I’m done now. Can I go?”

Her aunt and her uncle looked at her with curious expression before turning to each other, then back, grinning playfully. “Nonsense!” Auntie grinned, holding her cheek. “We just ordered another trolley!

“We got bone-in wings this time, and pizza with ham!”

“Did you not hear us order?”

“She might have been too busy eating.”

Kronii blinked at them. She didn’t understand! They’d suddenly just spoken in some incomprehensible tongue!!

It was as if her ears had simply clicked off, unable to hear more than her own stressed heartbeat, but then she saw their waiter approaching. He was pushing another cart. In the span of a breath her mind whispered that there was at least another four pounds of food, most of it fried and delicious and her mind screamed in horror as her tongue began to drool.

“Aha~ I know that sound!” Auntie grinned at Kronii’s naked stomach, her plump face spread in a doting smile. “Ahh! And here comes the server! Goodness, so excited! Did you smell it, Kronii? I’m sure you’ll love this next course!”

Her uncle clapped his hands, reaching over to flick his niece on the belly. “It’s a good thing we’ve got such a hungry girl to rely on, eh?”

Kronii burped, and tried very hard not to cry.