Zero Thanks Given (Story)

Despite Maisie's feeble protests, it was clear that Meghan knew her feedee well. As the final courses of the vast Thanksgiving dinner were wearily pushed into the mouth of the glutted girl, they were met with little actual resistance.

Even easier to predict was Maisie's love for desserts, and after a brief interlude to freshen up and for Megan to grab a coffee, the sweet trolley finally arrived. The shelves groaned with tarts, gateaux, sponges and pastries, all drenched with thick calorific sauces or clad with dense icing.

Megan teased her subject a little, letting Maisie know that she didn't have to have dessert if she didn't feel like it. However there was little hesitation, and it didn't take long before slice after slice of indulgent, fattening cake was hungrily devoured by the greedy gainer. 

"More…" Maisie would exhaustedly plead, "More…"

Despite being dangerously full, Maisie would keep up the pace until almost two thirds of the heaving dessert trolley had been emptied. She couldn't help herself. Her body glistened and she panted heavily, but still she begged to be stuffed with more! Her vast figure seemed to almost creak and groan as her gluttonous nature insisted she continue gorging. Maisie adored confectionery and desserts, she had a real sweet tooth, and combining that with the many bad habits she'd learned on this program, it made it almost impossible to control herself. Her concerns about her ballooning weight and evaporating mobility almost vanished whilst she was in her happy place.

The final few slices of the very last pie seemed to be a battle for both participants. Thanksgiving Dinner had started at 12 o'clock sharp, and it was now 2.30 am the following morning. This indulgent feeding session had lasted over 14 hours already. Whilst Meghan wearily and dutifully pushed the remaining fork-fulls of pie into her exhausted feedee, Maisie tried desperately to hold herself together; her poor body was being pushed to its absolute limits, and yet every time another bite was pressed to her lips she found it impossible to refuse. She would slowly and remorsefully chew the last few mouthfuls, desperately trying to give her body enough time to digest something else first.

Finally the last fork-full of dessert was pushed towards Maisie's lips. The enormous, glutted girl wriggled in a futile and helpless attempt to get comfortable under her gigantic weight. Her soft, fleshy flanks jiggled and sloshed in response. Maisie’s over-stuffed stomach gurgled and groaned in protest at the final morcel being offered to it. The gentle, cow-like eyes of the greedy gainer were fixated upon it.

Meghan knew she had to judge her feedee carefully. Never had she seen Maisie devour quite such a huge quantity of food in one sitting - at least not whole foods. The Automated Feeding Pumps could keep Maisie full all day long, but this was the first time she'd seen her completely lose control of her appetite and eat well beyond her base desire. Greed, gluttony and bad habits had finally taken over. Maisie was broken.

The last piece of pie was pushed against Maisie's lips. The engorged fatty kept her gaze fixated on it, as she wiggled her hands and feet in silent, half-hearted protest.

Her brow was glowing, her breathing heavy and laboured. She had little ability to resist at this point; eating had become her life, it was pretty much all she could do, and all that she had to look forward to. Not only that, but actual meals were becoming something to treasure, as she spent more and more of her waking hours hooked up to the Automated Feeding Pumps that would keep her growing and gaining all day, every day. Once more Maisie shuffled in a vain attempt to relieve her over-stuffed discomfort.

It was a difficult balance to maintain on Meghans part; she enjoyed her job, relished it even, and that made things a lot more enjoyable. There were targets to meet however, set out by her department, and of course bonuses for targets that were exceeded. There was a delicate balance to be considered though, and with Maisie’s self control at an all time low and her insatiable appetite fully fired up, there was a real danger of over-feeding her subject. Over-feeding could, in a worst case scenario, cause a subject to start gaining and expanding at an excessively rapid rate, and even potentially lead to explosion. This isn’t the result the Research Program would want, and it would be considered a waste of almost two years worth of hard, expensive study and work. Even worse, at least for Meghan, is that it could ruin her reputation in the industry, and possibly stop her blossoming and enjoyable career in one go. Careful judgement had to be applied.

Maisie’s body grumbled and groaned, it almost creaked under the incredible overindulgence it had undertaken. The gigantic and already well-filled striped green briefs were now taught and almost crease-free. Salivating, Maisie swallowed hard, her lips trembling against the last piece of calorie dense dessert firmly pushed against them.

Tired and exhausted, Meghan had to concentrate hard to try and follow her better judgement. She was no novice when it came to this kind of moment though, and knew a trick that might just get Maisie to indulge herself one last time tonight. She took her free hand and slowly slid it along the soft, succulent flesh of Maisie’s right breast. Her skin was fantastically supple and forgiving, it prickled with gentle perspiration. Meghan’s hand continued to travel, until it reached the pale, stretched areola, and then, with the delicacy of her fingertips, began to circle around it.

Maisie’s eyes began to roll back, her heavy panting increased. It was an unexpected sensation, but one that she could not refuse or even fully comprehend in her heavily-stuffed stupor. Then, with almost expert timing, Meghan took her opportunity, and teased the firm, glistening nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Almost instantly, Maisie’s head sank back and she gasped and groaned - at which point the feeder made her move and shoved the last piece of pie into the glutted gainer's mouth. Still continuing to tease and caress the huge, fatty bosom of her feedee, Meghan watched as the greedy girl steadily began to chew whilst wriggling and writhing, causing shudders and ripples to flow through the malleable fat that engulfed and buried her frame.

Chewing between moans, and moaning between chewing, Maisie squirmed and jiggled, she stretched out her toes and clenched her fists. Then, with her cheeks flushed a rosie red, gasping for breath, she finally swallowed just as she peaked into one of the most intense, shuddering orgasms she had ever experienced, sending pulsing waves of pleasure through her body, and mesmerising quivers across the soft flesh of her vast bulk. Finally, there was a popping sound, a tearing, and eventually pushed to their absolute limits, the monstrous green briefs were flung across the room as they gave up on trying to contain the enormity of the wearer!

As Maisie slowly acclimated back to her surroundings following her greed-fuelled orgasm, she tried to cope with her overindulgence. Her body rumbled and grumbled, it heaved and strained, it struggled. The huge girl tried desperately to breathe gently, to not even make a sudden move or gesture. She felt just like her underwear had - ready to bust at any moment. Then, she heard a faint, low rumbling sound. With wide, panicked eyes, she looked around - and just in view of her obstructive, fat flanks, she could see Meghan cuddled up against her pillow-like breast, snoring peacefully.

Hopefully Meghan would get enough sleep before she started her next shift in just a few hours, when breakfast would be served. This time, however, she knew a little trick she could use to make sure her feedee would manage every morsel…