Letting Go - Part 4 (Commission for SirJahar)

TAGS: Weight Gain, Hyper/Hyper Belly/Hyper Fat, Growth, Blob, Foodlust

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How exactly they were meant to get it had become one of their life’s biggest questions, because if having a literal canister filled with highly-compressed nutrient slurry wasn’t enough to satisfy them, it was doubtful that anything truly could. Or, perhaps, they had simply become so gluttonous that anything at all would do, and yet they would still demand that it be given in ever-higher quantities, exactly like their mother expected things to go. It was proof positive that what she had been doing all that time was a resounding success, that her culinary experimentation had borne more fruit than she could possibly imagine… and that she could move on to bigger, greener pastures now that she had confirmation that things worked exactly the way she expected them to. Ultimately, the point of calling the twins over wasn’t to merely lavish them with endless meals and leave them so fat as to be unable to walk, even if that was a nice bonus; it was an opportunity for Sonia to play the part of the doting mother, providing for her children the delicious, home cooked treats that, for most of their life, they had never been able to experience, all concentrated into one single meal of such potency that two and a half decades of life were compressed into just a few mouthfuls. But, even as Seriah and the younger Sarnak continued to gorge themselves, their bodies transforming into increasingly bloated blobs and their heads slowly sinking into their necks, leaving only their face with the mask and hose attached, this wasn’t what the older wolfess was actually aiming for; rather, ascertaining whether or not such a transformation was even possible to begin with had been her true goal, as it was important to gather information from a smaller sample before trying to move onto larger projects. As it stood, her hyper-caloric food was a resounding success, a far bigger one than she could’ve ever hoped for (and quite literally at that), to the point where she allowed herself some time to celebrate before moving onto the next step in her grand plan; besides, she hadn’t eaten anything in nearly an hour, and that much was not something she was used to anymore. With a single snap of her fingers and a wave of her hand, her husband was directed to grab her next meal, a roast not unlike the one she had served her children, albeit one that she wouldn’t have to eat on her own, having her precious hubby there to carefully place the food in her waiting mouth without her having to actually do anything at all. So it was that the family kept eating into the night, gorging themselves in their own way as everything fell into a rhythm: the two twins, gulping down gallons upon gallons of food paste, leaving them increasingly immobile, and their mother, savouring each individual bite as she occasionally smooched Sarnak as recompense for being such a good feeder. It wasn’t clear when they fell asleep, which had become the case as of late; Sonia wouldn’t actually try, she’d just eventually reach a point where her body slowly passed into unconsciousness as a way of restoring its own energy, often in the middle of eating something. It was a worrying development, or at least it should be for anyone right of mind, but as far as the wolfess cared, it was just the way her physical form had discovered to keep things in balance, and just as long as she could keep on gorging herself on a daily basis, then there was very little reason for her to change anything at all; that her children would go through much of the same only served to prove that it was, indeed, something they should be expecting, probably a consequence of becoming so massive that they were no longer operating by the same rules as everyone else.

Come morning, the living room was stuffy, almost unbearably so, with the body heat emanating from the three blobs inside of it raising the local temperature to the point where every window in the house had to be cracked open just to prevent them from drowning in sweat. As was usual, Sonia’s body had once again reprocessed all of the extra calories she consumed in such a way as to reestablish her ability to move, even if the wolfess herself didn’t particularly care to make good use of it… though the same could not be said for the two twins, whose forms were still much the same as they had been the night before. Both of their heads were mere inches from the ceiling, though they were practically invisible underneath the rolling hills of neck flab surrounding them, kept from being consumed entirely purely via the help of the face masks they still had on; nonetheless, and as would be expected, they were already begging and whining for more food, their colossal, pudgy bellies grumbling loudly enough that the neighbors could probably hear. Try as they might though, they couldn’t do anything about this hunger on their own, given that their hands and feet had all-but vanished into the many overlapping folds of their arms and legs, the latter of which looked to be permanently glued to the ground where they sat; it was a slightly unwelcome development, as it would seem to indicate that those blessed by Sonia’s cooking wouldn’t be capable of refining all that mass at the same speed as she did, though then again, that was probably due to her having months of experience doing so. The wolfess couldn’t possibly expect a complete amateur to be perfect at something they hadn’t done before, so clearly it shouldn’t be all that surprising that anyone not as well-versed in the fine arts of culinary self-indulgence would be unable to mould and reshape their bodies in a way as to let them consume even more without being condemned to a life of immobility. And, granted, the jury was still out on whether or not Seriah and her brother would be able to return to more ambulatory shapes; it could be that all they needed was some more time in order to digest everything, time that, though it pain them, they would have to spend without eating anything. Sonia knew firsthand how terrifying that prospect was, but for the good of her children, it was important that they refrain from gorging themselves until such a point as their bodies were ready to eat again, whenever that may happen: days, perhaps, maybe a week? Surely their workplaces wouldn’t mind if they just used up their sick days, especially whenever they managed to waddle back in and reveal that they had become absolute behemoths in their short time away. As for Sonia herself, she was already working on the next stage of her grand design, the same one that she could see from where she sat, through the open window on the other end of the living room: the neighborhood itself.

The amount of opportunities that Sonia and Sarnak had to interact with their new neighbors was limited, to say the least, as the amount of time that passed between the wolfess learning how to cook properly and her falling into the state of gluttonous self-indulgence that she was at that point hadn’t been enough to organize more than a couple of cookouts, and even those were quite restrained in scope… especially since Sonia had already begun her inexorable growth towards becoming the mountain of pudge that she had become, and moving around while catering to a few dozen people wasn’t exactly the easiest when she took up a significant amount of the backyard. This didn’t mean that she had given up hope of ever interacting with the folks living next to them, however; if anything, the exact opposite was true, as Sonia relished the chance of setting up a new barbeque for the whole neighborhood, that she might be rolled out and be used as a centerpiece for a banquet on a scale that none of those invited would ever have seen before… with the ultimate goal of sharing with them the same experience that she herself had gone through, of course. It was no longer a question of whether she should, but just how much effort she was going to put into it when it inevitably took place; for Sonia, it was impossible to fathom a world in which she didn’t take her cooking skills and shared them with everyone around her, especially considering just how good it apparently felt to go through the same process she did in a much shorter amount of time. After all, did the twins not go from too shocked to do anything after seeing her, to actively begging for more food in a matter of minutes, even as their bodies swelled and bloated with excess mass? Did they not still whine for further filling, despite the fact that they had become more belly and stomach than wolf, and couldn’t move beyond meekly shaking their heads from side to side? Clearly, those two were enjoying themselves, and if that much was true, then obviously the rest of the neighborhood would have a similarly pleasant experience once they got to taste Sonia’s irresistible culinary concoctions… it was just a case of finding a convenient way of getting them all in one place so they would have no excuse but to try just the tiniest bit, to taste of the mannah of the gods, and from there lose control of their self-restraint. For Sonia, this wasn’t even necessarily a bad thing in and of itself; far gone were the days where she was a disciplined soldier, someone who made a living out of making the best out of the worst situations, of living on the edge where even the smallest mistake could cost them their life. Those times, though plenty useful in terms of setting up a retirement fund, were past them, and now that they spent their days wasting time in some inoffensive suburbs, the wolfess could finally shift some power over to the other side of herself, to the urges that she spent a lifetime suppressing and learning to live without, those voices telling her that it was fine to want to indulge, that she’d deserved the chance to have a little treat after everything she did. Thus, it was perhaps unsurprising that Sonia didn’t see her current state as anything other than absolute perfection made incarnate, as clearly this was the body of someone who could afford to let go of any pretense that they were trying to do anything other than engaging in the most debased pursuit of their basest desires. Hers was a physical form that belonged to someone who had mastered their domain and taken life into their own hands, forgoing any semblance of respectability for the purest pursuit of joy and happiness… and was it so wrong for her to want to share that with other people? Every day she woke up, Sonia looked at herself and bemoaned the fact that others just didn’t know what it was like to feel that way, to be so at peace with oneself even when one’s body was so far beyond what societal norms dictated should be “acceptable”; how wearily those others toiled away, shackled by their own preconceived notions of what was “right” or “wrong”, not knowing that these chains were there purely because they themselves allowed them to be there. No, for Sonia, this was more than just wanting to cook for someone else other than herself, far more than simply wanting to make people fat because she happened to personally enjoy the aesthetic; this was an endeavour, a quest to attain freedom from oneself, a voyage that she had undertaken and completed… and now wanted others to do so as well. It didn’t even require all that much work on anyone’s part, just their ability to… let go.

Obviously, this would require extensive preparation on her part and Sarnak’s, mostly because appearances were still something that should be kept. So far gone were the two of them that they didn’t stop to think that whether or not the banquet they prepared looked the part was entirely irrelevant when compared to the behemothian pile of fat that Sonia had become; if her children were already shocked to the point where they were rooted in place, then one could only imagine what the neighbors might think after months of not seeing the wolfess leave the house, months were rumours could build up courtesy of the handful of supposed sightings by passers-by walking close enough on the sidewalk to peek through their curtains. No one in the neighborhood truly knew what Sonia looked like, but some had an inkling that her current state was far beyond the point where they had last seen her, and she’d already been colossal back then; it would certainly go a long way to explain why she never left her home, or why her husband made so many trips to the local supermarket that they had to put them on a restrictive purchase plan, lest they buy up the whole stock all at once every other day. Sarnak never stopped for long enough to explain, nor did anyone have much of a desire to demand answers from him, leaving the true state of the wolfess’ body a subject of much contention and speculation among the citizens of that little slice of suburban paradise. Granted, not enough that anyone would actually try and check themselves, making good use of some nonsense excuse about returning something or other that they hadn’t actually taken just to see if they could catch a glimpse of whatever counted for Sonia’s body at the time; it was a shame, really, because both the wolfess and her husband would’ve been more than happy to entertain as many guests as there could possibly be, especially if they were open to eating some of their delicious food in the process. Nonetheless, the longer the lupine couple kept going the way they were, the deeper the mystery ran and the wilder the stories became; some were even going so far as to suggest that Sarnak might be holding Sonia against her will, or some other, far more sinister truth, though none would be so bold as to call the police on what they realized was nothing more than speculative horror at best. How little did they know that perhaps they should have called the authorities, though not necessarily for Sonia’s sake and far more for their own; perhaps then, the inevitable would’ve been delayed just long enough for the rest of the world to know what was going to happen, and from there, perhaps, a solution could be found to the terrifying awakening that the wolfess was planning on unleashing. Sonia, of course, saw it through an entirely different lens; as she drew up the initial plans for a grand get-together, she wasn’t thinking of it as an opportunity to wreak havoc on societal order, nor even as anything remotely disruptive. Sure, those who would partake of her cooking would most likely be unable to move for several days afterwards, at least assuming they ate as much as the twins had, but ultimately they too would become mobile again… even if their motivation from that point forward became naught but the search for more food, in an endless spiral that could only end with everyone on the planet becoming a super-sized version of themselves. But, ultimately, this was very much a positive as far as Sonia could see it, so there was no real point in holding back; rather than expecting anyone to bring their own food to add to the communal potluck, she would have Sarnak cook for everyone, following a very specific set of recipes that would guarantee that each mouthful would be just as devastating to their waistline as it had been to Seriah and her brother. Frankly, at that point, it was too easy not to do it; with most of the experimental legwork done, it was really just a case of following instructions while multiplying the doses for however many people lived on their street; there was a non-zero chance that things might spill over onto the next couple of neighborhoods, but as far as both of the wolves cared, that was a bridge they would cross whenever they got to it. For the moment, the important part was getting the barbecue cookout ready for people they knew would attend (or at least had a high likelihood of showing up, if only out of morbid curiosity), and from there… well, from there, then they’d see. Sonia had several plans she wanted to put in motion after finally revealing herself to the world and inviting others into her lifestyle, plans that involved taking over the local HOA and changing the rules to best benefit those who didn’t care about the height of hedges or the length of grass, but rather were more interested in how many calories they could squeeze out of any given dish, or how many square feet they could occupy with each sitting. Theirs would be a neighborhood dominated by self-indulgence, where the only directive they would follow would be their ravenous, endless hunger; though, perhaps “hunger” wasn’t the correct word, not now after Sonia had become such a literal blob. She wasn’t really hungry so much as she simply enjoyed eating for its own sake; the wolfess was reasonably certain that she could go for a few days without consuming anything, leaving her body to burn off the prodigious fat stores that she had on her, but what was the point in that? She wasn’t eating because she needed it, she wasn’t stuffing her face with hyper-caloric roasts or literally filling up like a sausage via a tube filled with slurry because she was hungry, she did it because it felt good, and that’s all that really mattered.

And soon, everyone else would know exactly how that felt in much the same way she did. They were all so worried about whether or not they could have “cheat days” or if they should buy this kind of lettuce or kale over another, that they never stopped to think how things could be if they threw all those concerns in the garbage and embraced the side of them that told them to just shut up, eat, and be merry; so concerned were they with this notion of being “fit” that they had forgotten how malleable and adaptable their bodies were, indeed, much like Sonia herself had. Her old self, the one that had just given up bounty hunting and took up cooking as more of a hobby than anything else, would never have imagined herself becoming a room-filling pile of pudge in the vague shape of a wolf, much less one possessed of such grandiose designs for spreading her particular brand of self-worship to the world; how could she, when clearly such a thing was impossible? There was no way that her body could ever bloat up that badly, not without bringing with it serious health concerns; it was in part being proven wrong that gave Sonia such a bullheaded, headstrong desire to see to it that other people were shown what she discovered by herself, that everyone was wrong in their assumption that it wasn’t possible to be that massive and yet be perfectly fine still. All the tiny ones were so wrapped up in their fantasy that they had forgotten about the power of empirical evidence, something that Sonia was intent on demonstrating once she got a hold of everyone and locked them in her backyard until they tasted of her nutritious cooking; it was slightly more forceful than she would’ve liked, but unless her body was hauled next to the exit, there was a very good chance that people might not even think to savour the delectable dishes that would be prepared for them, and then what was the point? No, she needed to get them all in one spot and then narrow down their choices until all they could feasibly do was grab the nearest piece of food and shove it down their throats, and from there, everything would sort itself out. To that end, Sonia and Sarnak (mostly Sarnak, all things considered) worked tirelessly around the clock to prepare the house for what would be the grandest feast yet; seeing as it wasn’t possible for the wolfess to move through the doors on her way out, then the one wall separating the living room from the backyard would have to be refitted so it could slide open, hopefully providing just enough room for Sonia to be rolled over and put in her proper place for the ceremony… or at least for her to drag herself far enough away from where she was already sitting down that she could preside over it with minimal fuss. The building work itself would take at least a few weeks, giving Sonia even more time to further refine her experimental concoctions, especially considering she still had the twins over; the two younger wolves had made absolutely no motions towards leaving, nor in fact had done anything at all other than beg and whine for more food, even after being told that they had to wait for the proper meal times. This was the one thing that gave Sonia some pause, because while she had expected her children to start slimming up as her own body did, they remained just as bloated as before, just as immobile as they had been, and no less ravenous; it felt as if the more sustenance they were given, the more they needed, which was slightly concerning for the older wolfess’ plans of creating a mini-society that was hyper-indulgent, yes, but ultimately still capable of controlling their own impulses. Thankfully, there was enough time to come up with a solution, and with both the younger Sarnak and Seriah being so eager to scarf down anything that was put in front of their faces, they were the perfect test subjects for whatever deranged experiment Sonia decided to cook up, and within a few short days, and a couple of bumps against the ceiling after they grew fat enough, both twins were well on their way towards regaining their ability to think for themselves. They still mostly just wanted to eat, but ultimately, this was because they made the conscious decision to do so, not because their bodies were slaves to their own impulses and they literally couldn’t help themselves, a thin line, but a line nonetheless. In the process, Sonia learned far more about the subtle arts of esoteric cooking than she could’ve ever expected, to the point where her laboratory-slash-kitchen began to take on the countenance of some sort of deranged alchemist’s workbench, especially when she began ordering precious metals and incredibly expensive metallic powders; the whole neighborhood was both aghast at the wolves’ decision to start massively overhauling their home without contacting the local HOA, and yet also morbidly curious about what might’ve been the root cause of it. There were several tarps put in place, making it impossible to see into their house from the outside, and though no one could really confirm it to be true, several people swore up and down that they could smell the scent of delicious cooking wafting from where Sonia and Sarnak lived even through the night and early morning. Combine that with the fact that their two children were seen arriving several weeks prior and yet their cars were still in the same spot as before, untouched and yet clearly only there temporarily, and rumours once again rebounded as everyone living next to the newest hotspot of activity ran themselves ragged trying to explain what was happening.