~BBW, ~~WG, Erotica, Domination - A CEO and vice president of a company prepare to welcome some new interns.
[Authors Note:] First post ever! Very shy, so please be gentle with critiques! That being said, please do let me know how I did and how I can do better. Grazie
The new interns arrive next week .in time for the fall quarter Christian tried to move the phone receiver away from his mouth so his heavy breathing wouldnt be as noticeable from the other end. He was naked in the bedroom on the phone with his companys vice-president, while little Victoria was on the floor with his balls. It was all he could do not to lose control.
He inhaled sharply, almost painfully, and looked down at her figure kneeling on the floor. He saw her naked body and big brown eyes that glittered at the risky way she teased him. A flawlessly French manicured nail slowly traced its way down his inner thigh as he shivered with pleasure. Please, he thought, let this asshole get off the phone soon. He put his mouth over the receiver and growled to Victoria, Im going to tear you apart. She leaned close to his body. Mmmm Kitten wants to play, she whispered, looking up through long black lashes. He felt her hot breath on his skin as she took his balls in her mouth. Finally, the boss was satisfied. Thank you, Mr. Winston. Ill see you on Monday bright and early.
In one frantic movement, Christian slammed down the receiver and bent to lift up Victoria, still giggling. In another swift movement he had her on the bed on her back, arms pinned down on either side of her. So you thought youd be a tease, huh? He growled as he savagely dragged his large, rough hands against her skin, breasts, neck, feeling her soft skin. You know what happens to little girls who tease, dont you? He grinned and pinched her nipples, licking his lips.
Mmmmm no, sighed Victoria, in ecstasy, arching her delicate back, getting carried away in the flurry of Christians hot roughness. Tell me!
They get torn apart. He snarled and they began in earnest. He thrust, grunted, sprinkled her perfect tanned breasts with the sweat of his brow. Her taunting whispers turned to whimpers as she felt his full weight on her. She slapped his tight, equally tanned ass with one hand like a riding crop, urging him on harder, faster, until he crushed the air from her lungs and set her body on fire. Her perfect nails dug into his back, leaving marks. Christian in turn wrenched her breasts, grabbing and kneading with iron fingers. She writhed underneath him, finally crying out, arching her back so hard that she lifted him up with her. They rocked together, shook, cried out, and, breathing heavily, moved apart and lay with heaving chests on the bed.
This was how they liked it, rough, savage, wild, and hot. They were both insatiable for each other. Victoria watched as her man sat up and walked to the bathroom in a daze. She admired his perfect body. Standing at 65, Christian was not a small man. His body was wide and well-muscled, though incredibly trim. She could count his abs one by one. She admired how after one of their exertions each of his veins and muscles were all incredibly visible and defined. She had imagined teaching a high school biology class the parts of the body using Christian as an anatomical model. His face was the type of rough chiseled look that suggests both a gentleman and a savage. Women had always found Christian irresistible, a fact that Victoria found charming. She admired him as he toweled off his sweaty chestnut hair in the doorway of the master bathroom. She felt herself starting to tingle again between her legs. No kitten, she said to herself, we need a break. But tonight she mentally licked her lips at the thought of how she planned to seduce him after dinner. Im a lucky woman.
Christian also considered himself quite lucky. Victoria was gorgeous. She possessed the type of head turning beauty that had men drooling and women furious. Her exotic looks were a mystery and the subject of many gossipy luncheon conversations. I heard she was Hispanic, one white-gloved lady would say in between bites of cold roast beef and endive salad, Descended from a line of Spanish Princesses.
No, another would sternly counter, I heard that shes the daughter of a Native American Chief from Canada, and her husband was given her as payment for land he sold their tribe.
Ridiculous, shes clearly Arabian royalty. I can tell by the line of the nose.
A petite delicate lady, Victoria stood 54 and weighed a mere hundred pounds. She was incredibly well-shaped, her whole body a collection of graceful slender curves and long, lean lines. She had narrow little feet and fine-boned hands, the mark of royalty. She and Christian worshipped each other, and had for three years.
The Golden Couple had married two years ago and had several residences around the world. Victoria worked in an international fashion house and Christian owned several successful businesses. They both loved travel, gambling, tennis, country club sports, and one other little thing.
Both Christian and Victoria had one shared love that excited them beyond all others: they both shared certain fantasies about weight gain. Not on themselves, obviously. Christian played on several of his corporate sports teams and worked out with a trainer, while little Victorias body wouldnt let her put on weight if she tried.
Victoria loved Christian because he was a big man who made her feel small and feminine, but she longed to fulfill the fantasy of feeling small beside a woman. A giant, bulging round goddess beside whom Victoria would be no more than a twig.
Victoria was in the bedroom in a tiny silk slip painting her toenails on the bed, listening to some sexy Latin music when Christian poked his head around the door with a devilish grin. Hello, kitten he said, remaining behind the door. I brought you a present!
Sherrie
V knew by his tone that this was no ordinary present. She was immediately excited. Cartier?
Better!
Gasp. Roberto Cavalli?
His grin widened. Even better!
She clapped her hands in disbelief! Ahhhhhh!!! Christian Louboutin!!!!
No again! C threw open the door with a flourish. I brought you a pet!
Behind the door was a sullen girl with dirty blonde hair and freckles who looked at the floor and shuffled her feet awkwardly.
V squealed with delight and immediately bounced off the bed, took the girl by the hand, and led her into the light. Youre perfect! she sighed. Whats your name, sweet thing? She walked around the girl, inspecting her scrawny, non-descript body.
Sherrie, she mumbled.
C gloated. Shes only 19 and already racked up an unbelievable credit card debt. She was being harassed by creditors and collection agencies for defaulting on payments, so I paid off her debt in full. Now she owes me instead of the creditors.
Victoria moved close to Sherrie and stroked her limp, dry hair. Well wasnt that nice of Christian? she purred. How on earth are you going to pay him back? knowing the answer full well.
I dunno dont have a job, the girl mumbled again.
I guess youll have to work for us until youve paid us back, sweet thing. Victoria stroked Sherries arm with one long, French nail. Sherrie was visibly uncomfortable. Christian was visibly aroused.
V turned to him and smiled. Darling, I love her. Shes perfect! I want to play with her tonight! You go fix us something nice from the kitchen. Well be busy for a bit.
C closed the door behind him and V sat back down on the bed. First things first, she snapped her fingers. Undress.
Looking only slightly shocked, Sherrie gracelessly shoved off her jeans and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Standing in her white cotton underwear, socks, and yellow cloth bra, Sherrie made no attempts at modesty. Her attitude was one of someone who has resigned herself to an unsavory fate.
V could see Sherries pale skin covering arms and legs that were slim but lacked any muscle tone. Her hips were wide, flat, and bony. Her chest was flat and her stomach had the slightest curve to it that spoke of a diet of junk food. All in all, there was a very nice frame on which to build, thought V to herself.
V felt compassion for the miserable creature that stood in front of her. Gently she asked the girl to sit on the bed next to her. She asked her questions about who she was, where she was from, how she came to be in debt. Sherrie spoke of an unfortunate, impoverished background in a trailer park involving family members in jail. At first their conversation was like prying teeth, but soon, after seeing that she was genuinely interested, Sherrie opened up about herself.
As Sherrie spoke, Victoria stroked her hair, rubbed her back, held her hand, maintained physical contact at all times, making Sherrie feel safe. You poor thing she cooed. Now for the important part. Do you know what kind of work youll be doing here?
Sherrie immediately tensed up again. No.
Its nothing dirty, said Victoria. Its just being my pet for a little bit. Im going to take care of you, look after you, so to speak. Youre going to gain some weight. Im going to put a hundred pounds on you.
Sherrie looked startled, but V quickly stroked her hand and tried to calm her. It will be perfectly fine. After that point, you can decide what you want to do, ok? We are going to take such good care of you that you will never want for anything, ok? We are so happy to have you here with us! The sincerity in Victorias voice worked. Sherrie didnt understand the whole set up, but she wasnt afraid anymore. She trusted Victoria, and if she was some weirdo who wanted to fatten people up, then what the hell. Sherrie owed this womans husband a huge sum of money, so she guessed shed have to get fat whether she liked it or not.
Sherrie gave a half-hearted smile to this strange, beautiful woman. Ok, I guess. She shrugged. Victoria clapped. Perfect! Im so excited! Ok, now tonight well leave you alone cause Im sure you had a stressful day. The only thing I ask of you is that you eat everything that we left in your room before tomorrow. Ill take you to your room!
Victoria led Sherrie, still clad in her underwear, down the main hallway to the first guestroom. At the door she leaned in and gently kissed Sherrie on the cheek. Were so happy to have you here with us. Were all going to have a really great time! She squeezed Sherries hand. Sweet dreams!
Sherrie opened the door to the room and gasped. This was hers? Not only did it have a bed, desk, bookcase, and breakfast table, but also the biggest walk-in closet she had ever seen, a private bathroom (with a Jacuzzi!) and a flat screen TV. Wow, she thought, maybe this wouldnt be so bad after all.
Thats when she noticed the three massive carts of food that had been left along the wall.
Holy shit she whispered. On the last cart there was a note. Didnt know what you liked, so heres a bit of everything. Bon appetite! XOXO, Christian
Sherrie had never come from a background where food was plentiful. She had been hungry for as long as she could remember, living with an alcoholic single mother who couldnt support her and her sister. In her world, carts of delicious food were too good to be true. She immediately felt ravenous. With no hesitation, she dug in, pulling a leg off of a roast chicken, ripping a hunk off a loaf of fluffy, buttery fresh bread, shoving an entire piece of seven-layer chocolate cake in her mouth. It felt so good to be able to eat as much as she wanted, not having to worry about saving anything for later, or when the next time she would eat would be. She ate and ate, frantically, almost afraid that it would disappear before her very eyes.
In a separate wing of the house, a mesmerized C and V watched Sherries binge through the closed-circuit camera system. Christian began breathing heavily after Sherrie finished the first cart. Victoria slid her slim hand into her lacy satin panties after Sherries belly began to really get round with the effects of her feast. She watched the somewhat sloppy young girl wearing socks and underwear piling food into her belly, oblivious to the fact that her gut was swelling out, getting rock hard.
Oh, my darling, Victoria moaned breathlessly. Shes the perfect little pet. I love her! Christian kissed her neck, massaged her breasts, breathed into her ear, mmm, my darling, this is just the beginning.
Oblivious in her room, Sherri neared the end of the delights left on the last cart. Her pale belly was bulging over the edge of her panties, though mostly bloating vs. real weight. Even so, she was exhausted, rounded, and warm. She licked icing from her fingers. She had just finished the last of a plate of warm apple turnovers. She sighed. Her stomach felt tight. This is what it must feel like to be full, she thought drowsily. She flopped heavily down on her mattress and pulled the covers up under her chin. She was warm, full, comfortable, happy, safe. Her whole life had changed in the course of a day. Too tired and full to think, she drifted off the sleep.
[Authors Note:] First post ever! Very shy, so please be gentle with critiques! That being said, please do let me know how I did and how I can do better. Grazie
Introducing C&V
by SweetTea
The new interns arrive next week .in time for the fall quarter Christian tried to move the phone receiver away from his mouth so his heavy breathing wouldnt be as noticeable from the other end. He was naked in the bedroom on the phone with his companys vice-president, while little Victoria was on the floor with his balls. It was all he could do not to lose control.
He inhaled sharply, almost painfully, and looked down at her figure kneeling on the floor. He saw her naked body and big brown eyes that glittered at the risky way she teased him. A flawlessly French manicured nail slowly traced its way down his inner thigh as he shivered with pleasure. Please, he thought, let this asshole get off the phone soon. He put his mouth over the receiver and growled to Victoria, Im going to tear you apart. She leaned close to his body. Mmmm Kitten wants to play, she whispered, looking up through long black lashes. He felt her hot breath on his skin as she took his balls in her mouth. Finally, the boss was satisfied. Thank you, Mr. Winston. Ill see you on Monday bright and early.
In one frantic movement, Christian slammed down the receiver and bent to lift up Victoria, still giggling. In another swift movement he had her on the bed on her back, arms pinned down on either side of her. So you thought youd be a tease, huh? He growled as he savagely dragged his large, rough hands against her skin, breasts, neck, feeling her soft skin. You know what happens to little girls who tease, dont you? He grinned and pinched her nipples, licking his lips.
Mmmmm no, sighed Victoria, in ecstasy, arching her delicate back, getting carried away in the flurry of Christians hot roughness. Tell me!
They get torn apart. He snarled and they began in earnest. He thrust, grunted, sprinkled her perfect tanned breasts with the sweat of his brow. Her taunting whispers turned to whimpers as she felt his full weight on her. She slapped his tight, equally tanned ass with one hand like a riding crop, urging him on harder, faster, until he crushed the air from her lungs and set her body on fire. Her perfect nails dug into his back, leaving marks. Christian in turn wrenched her breasts, grabbing and kneading with iron fingers. She writhed underneath him, finally crying out, arching her back so hard that she lifted him up with her. They rocked together, shook, cried out, and, breathing heavily, moved apart and lay with heaving chests on the bed.
This was how they liked it, rough, savage, wild, and hot. They were both insatiable for each other. Victoria watched as her man sat up and walked to the bathroom in a daze. She admired his perfect body. Standing at 65, Christian was not a small man. His body was wide and well-muscled, though incredibly trim. She could count his abs one by one. She admired how after one of their exertions each of his veins and muscles were all incredibly visible and defined. She had imagined teaching a high school biology class the parts of the body using Christian as an anatomical model. His face was the type of rough chiseled look that suggests both a gentleman and a savage. Women had always found Christian irresistible, a fact that Victoria found charming. She admired him as he toweled off his sweaty chestnut hair in the doorway of the master bathroom. She felt herself starting to tingle again between her legs. No kitten, she said to herself, we need a break. But tonight she mentally licked her lips at the thought of how she planned to seduce him after dinner. Im a lucky woman.
Christian also considered himself quite lucky. Victoria was gorgeous. She possessed the type of head turning beauty that had men drooling and women furious. Her exotic looks were a mystery and the subject of many gossipy luncheon conversations. I heard she was Hispanic, one white-gloved lady would say in between bites of cold roast beef and endive salad, Descended from a line of Spanish Princesses.
No, another would sternly counter, I heard that shes the daughter of a Native American Chief from Canada, and her husband was given her as payment for land he sold their tribe.
Ridiculous, shes clearly Arabian royalty. I can tell by the line of the nose.
A petite delicate lady, Victoria stood 54 and weighed a mere hundred pounds. She was incredibly well-shaped, her whole body a collection of graceful slender curves and long, lean lines. She had narrow little feet and fine-boned hands, the mark of royalty. She and Christian worshipped each other, and had for three years.
The Golden Couple had married two years ago and had several residences around the world. Victoria worked in an international fashion house and Christian owned several successful businesses. They both loved travel, gambling, tennis, country club sports, and one other little thing.
Both Christian and Victoria had one shared love that excited them beyond all others: they both shared certain fantasies about weight gain. Not on themselves, obviously. Christian played on several of his corporate sports teams and worked out with a trainer, while little Victorias body wouldnt let her put on weight if she tried.
Victoria loved Christian because he was a big man who made her feel small and feminine, but she longed to fulfill the fantasy of feeling small beside a woman. A giant, bulging round goddess beside whom Victoria would be no more than a twig.
Victoria was in the bedroom in a tiny silk slip painting her toenails on the bed, listening to some sexy Latin music when Christian poked his head around the door with a devilish grin. Hello, kitten he said, remaining behind the door. I brought you a present!
Sherrie
V knew by his tone that this was no ordinary present. She was immediately excited. Cartier?
Better!
Gasp. Roberto Cavalli?
His grin widened. Even better!
She clapped her hands in disbelief! Ahhhhhh!!! Christian Louboutin!!!!
No again! C threw open the door with a flourish. I brought you a pet!
Behind the door was a sullen girl with dirty blonde hair and freckles who looked at the floor and shuffled her feet awkwardly.
V squealed with delight and immediately bounced off the bed, took the girl by the hand, and led her into the light. Youre perfect! she sighed. Whats your name, sweet thing? She walked around the girl, inspecting her scrawny, non-descript body.
Sherrie, she mumbled.
C gloated. Shes only 19 and already racked up an unbelievable credit card debt. She was being harassed by creditors and collection agencies for defaulting on payments, so I paid off her debt in full. Now she owes me instead of the creditors.
Victoria moved close to Sherrie and stroked her limp, dry hair. Well wasnt that nice of Christian? she purred. How on earth are you going to pay him back? knowing the answer full well.
I dunno dont have a job, the girl mumbled again.
I guess youll have to work for us until youve paid us back, sweet thing. Victoria stroked Sherries arm with one long, French nail. Sherrie was visibly uncomfortable. Christian was visibly aroused.
V turned to him and smiled. Darling, I love her. Shes perfect! I want to play with her tonight! You go fix us something nice from the kitchen. Well be busy for a bit.
C closed the door behind him and V sat back down on the bed. First things first, she snapped her fingers. Undress.
Looking only slightly shocked, Sherrie gracelessly shoved off her jeans and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Standing in her white cotton underwear, socks, and yellow cloth bra, Sherrie made no attempts at modesty. Her attitude was one of someone who has resigned herself to an unsavory fate.
V could see Sherries pale skin covering arms and legs that were slim but lacked any muscle tone. Her hips were wide, flat, and bony. Her chest was flat and her stomach had the slightest curve to it that spoke of a diet of junk food. All in all, there was a very nice frame on which to build, thought V to herself.
V felt compassion for the miserable creature that stood in front of her. Gently she asked the girl to sit on the bed next to her. She asked her questions about who she was, where she was from, how she came to be in debt. Sherrie spoke of an unfortunate, impoverished background in a trailer park involving family members in jail. At first their conversation was like prying teeth, but soon, after seeing that she was genuinely interested, Sherrie opened up about herself.
As Sherrie spoke, Victoria stroked her hair, rubbed her back, held her hand, maintained physical contact at all times, making Sherrie feel safe. You poor thing she cooed. Now for the important part. Do you know what kind of work youll be doing here?
Sherrie immediately tensed up again. No.
Its nothing dirty, said Victoria. Its just being my pet for a little bit. Im going to take care of you, look after you, so to speak. Youre going to gain some weight. Im going to put a hundred pounds on you.
Sherrie looked startled, but V quickly stroked her hand and tried to calm her. It will be perfectly fine. After that point, you can decide what you want to do, ok? We are going to take such good care of you that you will never want for anything, ok? We are so happy to have you here with us! The sincerity in Victorias voice worked. Sherrie didnt understand the whole set up, but she wasnt afraid anymore. She trusted Victoria, and if she was some weirdo who wanted to fatten people up, then what the hell. Sherrie owed this womans husband a huge sum of money, so she guessed shed have to get fat whether she liked it or not.
Sherrie gave a half-hearted smile to this strange, beautiful woman. Ok, I guess. She shrugged. Victoria clapped. Perfect! Im so excited! Ok, now tonight well leave you alone cause Im sure you had a stressful day. The only thing I ask of you is that you eat everything that we left in your room before tomorrow. Ill take you to your room!
Victoria led Sherrie, still clad in her underwear, down the main hallway to the first guestroom. At the door she leaned in and gently kissed Sherrie on the cheek. Were so happy to have you here with us. Were all going to have a really great time! She squeezed Sherries hand. Sweet dreams!
Sherrie opened the door to the room and gasped. This was hers? Not only did it have a bed, desk, bookcase, and breakfast table, but also the biggest walk-in closet she had ever seen, a private bathroom (with a Jacuzzi!) and a flat screen TV. Wow, she thought, maybe this wouldnt be so bad after all.
Thats when she noticed the three massive carts of food that had been left along the wall.
Holy shit she whispered. On the last cart there was a note. Didnt know what you liked, so heres a bit of everything. Bon appetite! XOXO, Christian
Sherrie had never come from a background where food was plentiful. She had been hungry for as long as she could remember, living with an alcoholic single mother who couldnt support her and her sister. In her world, carts of delicious food were too good to be true. She immediately felt ravenous. With no hesitation, she dug in, pulling a leg off of a roast chicken, ripping a hunk off a loaf of fluffy, buttery fresh bread, shoving an entire piece of seven-layer chocolate cake in her mouth. It felt so good to be able to eat as much as she wanted, not having to worry about saving anything for later, or when the next time she would eat would be. She ate and ate, frantically, almost afraid that it would disappear before her very eyes.
In a separate wing of the house, a mesmerized C and V watched Sherries binge through the closed-circuit camera system. Christian began breathing heavily after Sherrie finished the first cart. Victoria slid her slim hand into her lacy satin panties after Sherries belly began to really get round with the effects of her feast. She watched the somewhat sloppy young girl wearing socks and underwear piling food into her belly, oblivious to the fact that her gut was swelling out, getting rock hard.
Oh, my darling, Victoria moaned breathlessly. Shes the perfect little pet. I love her! Christian kissed her neck, massaged her breasts, breathed into her ear, mmm, my darling, this is just the beginning.
Oblivious in her room, Sherri neared the end of the delights left on the last cart. Her pale belly was bulging over the edge of her panties, though mostly bloating vs. real weight. Even so, she was exhausted, rounded, and warm. She licked icing from her fingers. She had just finished the last of a plate of warm apple turnovers. She sighed. Her stomach felt tight. This is what it must feel like to be full, she thought drowsily. She flopped heavily down on her mattress and pulled the covers up under her chin. She was warm, full, comfortable, happy, safe. Her whole life had changed in the course of a day. Too tired and full to think, she drifted off the sleep.
