Alyssa's Appetites (Chapter 7): Whoa Nelly (Patreon)

"Pass me the glitter glue, will you?"

"Here. Don't go overboard this time."

"Excuse you, there's no such thing as too much glitter."

"Remember the glitter bomb incident? I'm still finding glitter in unspeakable places."

"Regrettable. Oh! Did you hear about Steve and Claudia?"

"No, what happened?"

"Caught him with his hand up Tera's skirt at the Theta thing Saturday."

"Tera's a skank."

"Harsh but fair."

"Speaking of surprises, were you guys around when Alyssa came by the house yesterday?"

"Whoa, Nelly."

"Did she eat a cheerleader?"

"Girls, be nice."

"It's like watching a car crash in slow motion."

"Seriously, can we not?"

"Did you see Hannah's new tats?"

"That was a choice."

"Anyway, how's things with you and Chris, Kayla?"

"Don't even start. He's driving me crazy."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Both? The sex is pretty good, but he's so clingy."

"Sounds like a keeper to me."

"I just need my space. Don't judge me."

"Breathe, babe. It'll all work out."

"Easy for you to say. You've got a perfect boyfriend."

"Nobody's perfect."

"Oh?"

"...."

"...."

"Spill it!"

"He's not exactly large."

"Nate? Six two at least, right?"

"..."

"Ah."

"But not like little right?"

"..."

"..."

"Oh no."

"Poor little buddy."

"Just put that tongue to work. Want me to train him up?"

"Speaking of skanks."

"Don't hate the player, hate the game."

"Pass me those scissors."

"Is Steph coming to the thing tomorrow?"

"She said she was. And bringing Alyssa."

"We might need some more cupcakes."

"Sam, I swear to God."

"Ok sorry, I'm done."

"Where are we on the welcome baskets?"

"Almost done. Just need to add the scented candles."

"Careful, those crates are getting heavy."

"Speaking of getting heavy - "

"SAM!"

***

Alyssa was already feeling overwhelmed on her first day back on campus. The weight of her classmates' stares and whispers felt like a physical burden. She had hoped the library would provide a quiet refuge, a place to regroup before facing the next round of social scrutiny.

But as Alyssa rounded the corner of a tall bookshelf, she nearly collided with another person coming from the opposite direction. Stumbling back, she looked up to apologize, only to feel the words die in her throat.

Wendy.

Her former roommate stood before her, looking casually stunning in a pink sweater and fitted jeans that hugged her slender, curvaceous figure. Alyssa felt a hot flush of envy and resentment wash over her as she took in Wendy's glowing skin, her shiny hair, her tiny waist, those incredible boobs.

Here was Wendy, the awkward, boyish girl she had once pitied, looking so effortlessly sexy. And here was Alyssa, once the hottest girl on campus, now blown up into a ridiculous caricature of herself.

"Alyssa, hey," Wendy said, her tone neutral. "How was your summer?"

I saw you with Evan, Alyssa wanted to scream. I know what you did. Don't play nice girl with me.  

Alyssa gritted her teeth, forcing a brittle smile onto her face. "Oh, you know," she said airily, waving a hand. "Same old, same old. Hung out with friends, hit the beach, the usual."

She didn't mention the long, lonely hours spent scrolling through old photos of herself, the nights crying into pints of ice cream, the humiliating hookups with Nick fucking Henderson.

Wendy nodded, her gaze flicking briefly over Alyssa's figure before settling back on her face. If she noticed the how much more weight Alyssa had added over the summer, she didn't let on. "Sounds fun," she said mildly. "I spent most of the summer taking organic chemistry."

Alyssa barely suppressed an eye roll. Of course, perfect little Wendy had spent her summer studying.

"Well, I should get going," Wendy said after a moment of awkward silence. "I have a study group to get to. But it was good to see you, Alyssa. We should catch up sometime."

Alyssa made a noncommittal noise. The idea made her want to vomit. "Yeah, totally," she lied. "I'll text you."

Wendy flashed her a quick smile before disappearing around the corner.

Alyssa suddenly, desperately needed a snack.

***

Alyssa fidgeted as she waited in line at the campus coffee shop, trying to ignore the curious glances. She tugged self-consciously at her sweater, wishing she had opted for something more forgiving. But it was too late now - she was committed to this little outing, for better or worse.

Beside her, Stephanie chattered away about some party she'd attended over the weekend and the cute guy she'd met there. Alyssa tried to muster up some semblance of interest, nodding and making the appropriate noises of agreement. But all she could focus on was the way her thighs rubbed together beneath her skirt, the way her belly pressed against the waistband of her tights.

It was a special kind of torture, being out in public like this, on display. She felt like a sideshow attraction.

As they reached the front of the line, Alyssa eyed the pastry case with longing. But with a sigh, Alyssa ordered a plain black coffee. Stephanie's eyebrows shot up in surprise; "No vanilla latte today?" her friend asked teasingly. "Who are you and what have you done with Alyssa?"

Alyssa forced a smile. "Just trying to cut back a bit," she said lightly. "You know, watching my figure and all that."

Stephanie nodded sagely, though there was a glint of something like pity in her eyes as she gave Alyssa's body a quick once-over. "Not a bad idea," she said, her tone carefully neutral. "I mean, freshman fifteen is real, right?"

Alyssa felt her face heat up with shame and anger, but she bit back the sharp retort that danced on the tip of her tongue. The freshman fifteen - how cute. Stephanie meant well, she reminded herself. It wasn't her fault that Alyssa had completely let herself go, had quit cheerleading, had partied and binged so hard she blew up into a certified fatass.

They found a table near the back of the café, away from the whispers. Alyssa cradled her coffee mug in both hands, savoring the warmth even as the bitter taste made her wince. Stephanie, meanwhile, had ordered her usual sugar-bomb of a latte, topped with a generous swirl of whipped cream.

Alyssa felt a surge of envy at her friend's easy confidence. Stephanie had always been content to coast on Alyssa's coattails. Now, with Alyssa's star fallen, Stephanie was turning heads.

As Stephanie prattled on about her latest suitors, Alyssa found her mind drifting, her friend's words fading into indistinct background noise. She nodded along absently, but her thoughts were miles away, circling back to her inescapable sexual appetites.

***

It had been the night before she returned to campus, a final, desperate attempt to feel something other than the gnawing anxiety that had been her constant companion all summer. She'd texted Nick in her desperation, fueled by escapism and self-destruction.

"hey nick are you around tonight?" she'd typed, hating herself even as she hit send.

"For you? Always."

And so she'd found herself in his bed again, tangled in sweat-dampened sheets. Nick had been just as ferocious as the first time, devouring her with a terrifying energy, railing her violently with that monster cock, his voice in her ear filthy and degrading.

But Alyssa had again lost herself in the pleasure and pain, the delicious stretch and burn of being filled completely. She'd moaned and gasped and begged for more, even as some distant part of her recoiled in disgust.

But in the moment, all that existed was the relief of oblivion. Nick dominated her so thoroughly that she disappeared, which was exactly what she needed.

And when it was over, Alyssa had felt the familiar rush of shame and disgust wash over her. She'd gathered her clothes with shaking hands, dressing in silence as Nick watched her with hungry eyes.

"This doesn't change anything," she'd told him, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not... We're not..."

"I know," he'd said calmly, patting her chubby thigh. "But you'll be back, princess."

Alyssa had fled then, her cheeks burning and her throat tight. She'd told herself it was the last time, that she was done debasing herself for a fleeting moment of escape. Even then, she knew it was bullshit.

***

"Alyssa? Hello, earth to Alyssa!"

Stephanie's voice cut through the fog of Alyssa's thoughts, yanking her back to the present with a jolt. She blinked, focusing on her friend's face with some difficulty. "Sorry, what?"

Stephanie frowned, her brow creasing with concern. "Are you okay? You totally spaced out there for a minute."

Alyssa forced a smile, shaking her head as if to clear it. "Yeah, sorry. Just got lost in thought for a sec. What were you saying?"

***

Five months later.

The late December crowd at the Velvet Rope chattered and hummed. A new dancer tonight.

Aria appeared in the spotlight, standing still, one hand resting lightly on the pole. Dark hair, slender. Serious curves under her shimmering blue costume.

Her fingers twitched. She swallowed. Dark eyes scanned the crowd, struggling to adjust to the bright lights and leering strangers.

The first notes of music thrummed through the club. Aria's shoulders tensed.

Her first steps were careful and a little stiff. As her hand gripped the cool metal, a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face.

She felt her breath. In, out. In, out.

Aria's body moved, and the chatter in the club quieted. She spun around the pole, her initial movements precise but cautious. With each rotation, her confidence visibly grew.

The tension in her shoulders melted away. Her gestures became fluid. The hesitation in her eyes became a smoldering intensity.

As she climbed higher, her movements became bolder. She moved with natural precision and power, like a practiced gymnast. She executed a complex maneuver, pausing at its apex. For a split second, surprise flickered across her features—she'd nailed it. A ghost of a smile played on her lips before her expression settled back into flow.

Her costume began to fall away, each reveal more delicious than the last. Even for this seasoned crowd, her figure was astonishing - pinup calendar stuff. World-class.

The initial self-consciousness was long gone. Now, Aria drank up the stares, exalting in their desire for her.

Halfway through her routine, Aria was a different creature entirely. Her body moved with liquid grace. She commanded the pole as if she'd been born to it, each pose more daring than the last.

Drinks sat forgotten. Conversations died mid-sentence. Even the other dancers stared.

When it was over, her chest heaved with exertion, a sheen of sweat making her skin glow under the spotlight.

There was no uncertainty there now, only triumph and smoldering heat.

Aria gathered her discarded costume unhurriedly, savoring the stunned silence. Her walk offstage was a swagger, hips swaying with new authority.

***

The harsh glow of the streetlight filtered through the steamed-up windows of Alyssa's car, parked in the far corner of the deserted Wendy's lot. The clock on the dashboard read 10:37 PM. Outside, a light snow was falling, blanketing the world in silence.

Alyssa sat motionless in the driver's seat, surrounded by the detritus of her latest binge. The car reeked of grease and shame. Her tent dress was damp with sweat despite the cold outside, and it clung uncomfortably to her skin.

She stared blankly ahead, her fingers absently tracing the stretch marks on her swollen belly, which pressed uncomfortably against the steering wheel.

Alyssa looked again at her phone. No new messages. No missed calls. It had been almost two hours since she'd texted Nick. Her eyes scanned the unanswered messages:

"we need to talk," she'd said.

"please answer me"

But her phone remained silent. No reassuring buzz. Just a growing sense of unease settling in her gut.

With a surge of determination, she hit the call button. It rang once, twice, three times before going to voicemail. Nick's casual "Hey, leave a message" felt like a slap in the face. She tried again, her breathing shallow. This time, it went straight to voicemail.

Alyssa's gaze drifted to the rearview mirror. In the dim light, she could just make out her reflection - shorter hair now, puffy cheeks, double chin, her black dress stained with ketchup and stretched tight across her chest.

Swallowing hard, Alyssa started the car, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the familiar route to Nick's place. His phone probably just died again.

As she put the car into drive, Alyssa's hand brushed against a forgotten French fry wedged between the seat and center console. Without thinking, she popped it into her mouth as she pulled away from the curb.

***

She feels a flicker of hesitation as she knocks on Nick's apartment door, but there's no turning back now.

He is dressed smartly in jeans and a button-up when he answers, looking surprised.

"You didn't get my text?" she asks.

He smiles back at her as he looks her up and down, taking in her added bulk.

"Nick, we need to talk."

He steps aside and invites her in. They stand facing each other in the living room. "What's on your mind, princess?"

"We can't keep doing this, Nick. This is shit so fucked up. We have to move on."

Nick tilts his head a few degrees and smiles, "We haven't spoken in what, three months? You show up here unannounced to tell me we're not going to see each other anymore? Hardly necessary, right?"

Nick steps forward and into her personal space. A pulse of revulsion and then fear runs through her, but she doesn't step back.

He takes another step forward, reaches out to touch her. She flinches when he rests his left hand on her hip, feeling the thick fat roll there, but she still doesn't move away.

Their eyes meet, and she manages to hold his gaze for one beat, two beats, and then it's too much; she lets her eyes drop.

"You keep getting fatter," he says casually, giving her another full once-over with his eyes. "You just really don't have any self-control, do you?"

With that, he slips a hand under her skirt and palms the flab on her inner thigh. She tenses, inhales sharply, but still doesn't pull away. He moves his hand up her thigh slowly and then slips his fingers through the elastic of her panties, where he finds her already soaking wet.

Realizing only now the truth of why she came here, Alyssa lets out a soft moan. Defeated, she lets her head fall against his chest. She wants to cry, but she can't. He slips his fingers inside her.

She allows herself to fade away into the sensations, barely registering as Nick deftly uses his free hand to unzip her dress, unhook her bra, and remove her panties.

When she climaxes the first time, she's still standing, clinging to his shoulders to stay upright, naked, fat, and trembling in the middle of his living room.

"Nick, what are you up to in there?" a woman's voice emerges from the bedroom, and Alyssa's body goes rigid with shock and horror. Who the fuck is that?

Nick lifts his head but does not withdraw his hand from inside her. Alyssa is paralyzed by pleasure, shame, and fear. She doesn't move.

The woman who emerges from Nick's bedroom is blond, slender, and stunning in nothing but blue panties, her breasts small and perky. She is smiling prettily and looks somehow unsurprised and undisturbed by the scene in front of her. She's certainly no undergrad. Her hips flare dramatically from her narrow waist - her ass is plump and round.

Nick smiles at the hot woman. Clears his throat. "This is Alyssa. We know each other from high school."

Then he looks back at Alyssa. "Alyssa, this is my new friend. Can you believe I'm fucking someone this hot? Not bad for an ugly guy, right? It helps that she's a bit of a size queen. And a freak."

Alyssa whimpers. The last coherent parts of her want desperately to run away, but she can't get herself to even move.

The hot woman smiles and brushes back her hair with one hand, looking Alyssa in the eyes and nodding cordially as if they were strangers sharing an elevator.

Nick abruptly shifts Alyssa a few paces, and in seconds she finds herself on her hands and knees in front of the full-length mirror. He enters her roughly - an initial stab of pain as he bottoms out becomes an aching pleasure and that sense of fullness that has become her last refuge. She cums easily. Her body begs for more, and she whimpers again.

The hot woman has settled into an armchair to watch and to pleasure herself. She looks happy and calm.

Nick fucks Alyssa hard and fast; she can see herself yelling with pain and pleasure as if from a great distance.

He pulls her hair, and she has to look up at the image of herself in the mirror. "Look," he whispers in her ear. "Look what you did to yourself. Look what you turned yourself into..."

What she sees is horrifying: she is an obese, flabby mess, mouth agape, eyes opened wide, and sloppy body jiggling rapidly with his thrusts. Her face is red, and her huge breasts and heavy fat rolls swing chaotically beneath her. Shame and disgust crash over her in waves as she climaxes again.

But she needs this - whatever the cost to her last shred of self-respect - right now in this moment she needs this release, this oblivion. She can't stop. This is all she has left.

She feels another peak coming, building with such intensity that she starts to feel afraid. She has never been so out of control before. Another high moan. "Oh my god...oh my god...oh my god..."

And then Nick slows his rhythm, shifts the angle of his thrusts. The coil of intensity within her stops building, slackens.

"Please, Nick..."

He's done this before - it's one of his power games. He pauses her on the edge, makes her wait, makes her beg for it. 

So she begs. "Please Nick please Nick please please please please I need it..."

And then he abruptly withdraws from her, leaving Alyssa with a sudden and shocking sensation of emptiness. This is new. "Nick, please..."

Nick walks over to the hot woman. She falls to her knees and takes his huge length in both hands.

He is rough with her - he turns her around and bends her over the chair, thrusts himself into her. She gives a high, sharp yell. Within a minute, though, she's moaning with pleasure. He fucks her hard, and her moans build.

Alyssa realizes Nick is not coming back, and she starts to cry. "Please Nick... oh god please..."

The hot woman is moaning loudly by the time Nick speaks to Alyssa: "Thanks for stopping by tonight, Alyssa...you're probably right that it's time for us both to move on... Feel free to let yourself out..."

Sobbing now, Alyssa snaps out of her frozen state, stumbles to her feet, her flabby body wobbling with the motion as she throws on her dress. She runs past them, leaving her bra and panties behind, runs through the living room and out into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.

Even as she's running down the stairwell, breasts and belly bouncing obscenely, she can still hear the hot woman cumming.

THE END

Nota Bene: I didn't include many of DoctorKowalski's illustrations in this chapter because I didn't want to risk it getting flagged while I was away. (Several were borderline.) I will incorporate them upon my return!