Right, it's time to go.

Ruby had overstayed her welcome. It was odd; it wasn't a part of her usual character to follow women home or accept unnecessary charity from strangers, but something about Bonnie had left her feeling muddled. They'd just gotten talking in a coffee shop (in the middle of the day- Ruby had been canvassing the high street for a job) and within a few minutes the older woman had begun dominating and steering the conversation in so many different directions that it had been easier to listen than to try to escape.

The baristas knew Bonnie's name and were over-eager to serve her, stumbling over their words and thrusting her preordained order into her hand without even demanding payment. Maybe an absent but wealthy and powerful husband had put pressure on the place to treat her nicely, or maybe she owned the entire chain. She was potentially on the cusp of forty, with a bountiful chest and hefty hips that had just enough weight to prove that all of her was real. Her makeup was flawless to the point where its overtness didn't look trashy but made it impossible to discern what she might look like in more vulnerable moments. Her hair was long, tousled and black- dyed, maybe. She dressed in pencil skirts and cardigans, her personal fashion settling somewhere between motherly and professional. She exuded a flowery perfume that mixed with a deeper musk that made the air tingle, and the low neckline of her shirt displayed the deep cleavage the scent beckoned you towards. She had the sort of bosom that was so easy to lean in to.
Ruby, in comparison, was rail-thin with some solid muscle to her, a sort of pretty toughness that came from a life of constantly pulling herself forwards. Her dirty blonde hair hung around her face in a shaggy cut that was easy to maintain but still managed to frame her button nose and serious eyes. She'd been a scrapper her whole life, and though she was not a brute or even any good in a brawl, she had a sturdiness to her.

When the woman began to talk to Ruby, she was kind but condescending to the point where Ruby had had half a mind to snap at her for it.

"No job at all?" Bonnie had tutted as she stirred her coffee with the soft tink-tink-tink of metal on ceramic. It punctuated the air with a lazy warmth.

"It happens, even to bright little things like you." Her voice was plummy and attractive, but being called a 'little thing' had irritated Ruby.

"It's not difficult," she had defended herself. "It's just a numbers game."

"Of course it is," Bonnie had cooed. "But it's tiring, isn't it? A whole day spent traipsing around the city, with no guarantee of success. If your resume isn't up to snuff those line managers might just toss it away without bothering to make it past the second sentence."

"What makes you think they'd do that to mine?" Ruby had frowned, but Bonnie immediately waved her hand to dismiss any silly notions of insult. Ruby, in her twenties and fresh out of college, had a degree in English that meant that even if it had given her nothing else, she was plenty capable of writing a resume.

The conversation had continued in much the same way for an hour. Bonnie would change the subject abruptly and leave Ruby scrambling to keep up (particularly to defend her intellect), occasionally explaining to her just how difficult her task for the day was until it became less of an insult and more of a weary truth. Once she accepted that life was difficult and finding a job was even more so, Bonnie reached out one very soft hand to place over hers, and like that she'd been invited to dinner.
"It's a new recipe, and with my husband out of state it would be nice to get a second opinion."
She knew she had an absent husband.

That had been a week ago, and the time had passed in a blur. Bonnie's cooking had been phenomenal, easily surpassing restaurant quality and blasting her senses out into the stratosphere. She'd downed the portion in one and asked for seconds, which were avidly given. Bonnie's house was a large, white and sprawling thing, funded by this mysterious husband and pristine in both cleanliness and style. It was minimal, but draped in blankets and throws to turn a fashionable Scandinavian style into something cosy and soporific. After dinner the wine had been unleashed, and the two women had spent a giggly evening at the dinner table talking about anything and everything. Or, Ruby thought they did. She remembered doing a lot of talking- about college graduation, about the difficulties of the job market, about being single and new to such a big city. Bonnie had done a lot of nodding and refilling her glass.

The next morning she'd been too hung over to move, but Bonnie had provided coffee and stroked her head and leaned over to give her a cold compress to her forehead. She'd been adrift in a sea of motherly sensations, the smell of her warm perfume from within her cleavage, and lost in the soothing sound of her voice. The words came out indistinct and meaningless as she drifted in and out of consciousness, but when she woke up later on that day it had been... so hard to think about doing anything. Leaving was the right thing to do, but then she'd have to return to the rat race. She'd have to return to finding that job and fending for herself.

The next few days had been a haze of brilliant cooking and far too much alcohol, until Ruby's flat stomach began to soften and she began to crave meals earlier and earlier in the day. A small lunch and a big dinner became a big lunch and a massive dinner. Then breakfast began to come to the guest room, and she'd have a full eggs-bacon-sausage dish delivered right to her lap before she even had a chance to wake up. Something else kept gnawing at her too. She tended to be a horny drunk, but the food seemed to be stoking her fire too. It felt wrong to touch herself in a stranger's house, and she wasn't a fan of the way her hand would meet the new fold of her stomach on its trip down to her waistband, so she'd restrained herself thus far.
Every day that need got a little louder.

Ruby lifted her head from the arm of the couch and turned off the TV as the smell of cooking wafted from the kitchen. There was always some delicious smell wafting from that terracotta-tiled, wrought-iron kitchen and it always emitted a beckoning warmth. Today she needed to get up and go before Bonnie took offence to the way she'd been lounging around her house, drinking her wine and eating her food. She moved to push herself off the couch, but whereas before she might have jumped to her feet immediately, now she had to convince herself to stand. She just felt so lazy, and as though everything was too much effort. A nap would be great, even if she'd spent the whole day so far drifting in and out of consciousness like her body was loaded with sandbags.

"Did you want something, dear?"
Bonnie poked her head through the door to see Ruby sitting on the couch with intent to move. Ruby had changed to a pair of pyjama trousers and a tight shirt (less tight when she first arrived) after Bonnie found them in the back of her wardrobe. Something clean for her, since she was staying 'the night'.

Ruby looked up and smiled to Bonnie as the older woman sashayed over. Today she was wearing a very low-cut shirt that showed off the top of her lacy bra, and something about her perfume and the warmth of that chest made Ruby want to nuzzle into it. Out of nowhere, her pussy thumped. That low-level burn of arousal was suddenly making her wet, and as Bonnie crouched down beside the couch she felt her organs buzz and tingle with sudden pressure. "I w-was just thinking, maybe it's time for me to head out. You know?"

Bonnie pouted, her bright red lips twisting into a gentle expression of worry. A soft paw reached out and tucked some hair behind Ruby's ear, and while the display was overt she was too sleepy and bewildered to focus on it. The trace of her fingers was slow and made her blink heavily. Thump. "Are you sure you want to do a silly thing like that? It would be so much easier to stay."

Ruby nodded as her thighs squeezed together. It was a shameless display, leaking sexual juices because of a few gentle, innocent caresses from a strange woman who had hosted her for a week, and it was even worse when she'd spent so long lounging around in borrowed clothes refusing to make herself useful. It was hard to wonder what Bonnie must think of her, but a flicker of shame lit up in her stomach. "I should," she mumbled, sniffing in that perfume and feeling even less willing to move. What she really wanted was for Bonnie's fingers to stroke her again. "We just met. I have to get a job..."

She heard a coo and Bonnie shifted forwards, the momentary swing of her breasts towards Ruby's face filling her with soporific contentment and the smell of roses. She leaned in to nuzzle between those soft globes, but then they drew back. Bonnie sat beside her. She was taller than Ruby, and Ruby suddenly felt so small. An arm reached out and rested around her shoulders, then pulled her in. Ruby's head lolled against her collarbone and breathed in her scent. She didn't want to move.

"You silly thing," Bonnie repeated the word 'silly' and something about it buried into Ruby's mind. Her mind slowed to a crawl, with every thought feeling like molasses trying to move downhill. Instead those thoughts just pooled and began to stagnate. She felt sluggish in thought and body, but it dawned on her that Bonnie was right; she was silly. To think she could go out today and actually make a good impression on a potential employer was ridiculous. Bonnie continued and stroked her fingers down Ruby's arm, the backs of her fingers coming close to the side of Ruby's breast but not quite touching it. Another convulsion of Ruby's pussy slicked warmth through her underwear. "I'm sorry to say, but I don't think you quite have the... tenacity for city life." Bonnie explained carefully, like a mother breaking the news that her child probably wasn't going to become a famous astronaut. "You're quite a lazy girl, aren't you? And you obviously can't take care of yourself."

Those fingers stroked again, this time brushing against Ruby's breast. She let out a moan and squeezed her thighs. She heard a soft tut of disappointment and flushed red, but she couldn't stop it. She was too lazy to restrain herself, too stupid to consider all the reasons this was inappropriate. Her knees fell open as her face turned inwards. Bonnie's perfume was so strong, and the softness of her tits were so close to her mouth. The older woman continued to speak as two fingers gently circled Ruby's breast, every now and then sending a shock of pleasure downwards when they pushed against one stiff nipple.

"No skills, no self-control, no dreams. I hate to say this, but you're quite useless aren't you?" Ruby absorbed it all. What would she rather do? Would she rather get up, walk out the door, and desperately rejoin the hunt for a job, or would she like to stay here getting fondled, growing fat and letting the world pass by her cozy, sticky nest?

For a moment she realised what she was doing. Holy shit, I have to get out of here. She took a deep, dizzying breath and prepared to stand, but that was when Bonnie leaned in and reached out with her other hand. Smooth fingers traced under the waistband of her pants, over the small ridge of fat that had grown there in the past week, and every so gently touched the folds of her lips like she was brushing the petals of a tulip. Ruby gasped and pushed up her hips to greet them, covering Bonnie's elegant, perfect nails with sloppy heat and slime. The movement brought her face closer to Bonnie's cleavage, then suddenly she was smothered.

Her nose and mouth were pressed between her breasts, the sweet and musky smell drowning out her thoughts and washing them away in a heady soup. It was heaven- she was so warm and comforting, her breasts so heavy. Bonnie pulled her fingers a millimetre from Ruby's pussy, so that a single caress combined with the sweet smell didn't make her cum.

"Useless, pathetic and soft, aren't you?" she didn't sound angry. She cooed the words with pity and Ruby felt an immense gratitude for how charitable Bonnie was for taking on such a burden as herself. She couldn't do anything by herself. "But that's okay, you've done so well over the past few days." Her thumb stroked over the underside of Ruby's small belly. "Together we'll make sure you're nicely fed and well-kept, won't we?"

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Ruby let the bedcovers drift over her heavy body as she swung a knee up. Shame coursed through her in the same lazy, all-consuming manner as her constant arousal did, but her thoughts had slowed down so far that she never considered why she spent every waking moment leaking into the sheets. She just had the vague idea that it was part of her useless, hedonistic nature. People like her didn't contribute- they couldn't. They just relied on pity, to be fed, fondled and shuffled quietly out of the way.

It was getting harder for her to move, even if she did have the energy. Bonnie's constant food and constant wine (which did nothing to help her mind) had piled it on, and whereas before she'd been thin and almost athletic she now had pounds and pounds hanging off of her. Her trim waist had been a gentle slope, but now she couldn't lean forwards without crushing her big belly along the line of her belly-button. When she stood- which was rare- it hung to her mid thighs and swung pendulously with every step in a big, awkward sack. Her thighs, always slick with the constant pumping of her vagina, rubbed together and pushed her walk to a waddle. Her face had softened and her arms had grown flabby, and her formerly pert, cute tits had bulged out into thick, heavy teats that were starting to drag down her front. They lay over her stomach, drooping in lazy arcs.

She didn't wear bras- they hurt to lounge in, and if she tried to stuff her breasts into them she might not be able to feel Bonnie brush against one distended nipple. The constant rubbing of shirt fabric kept them hard and sloppy, always jiggling under the thin layer of cotton and shamelessly threatening to slip loose. She wasn't sure, and maybe it was because she felt so gross, so bloated and so overwhelmed by the needs in her own body, but her pussy felt like it had gotten bigger too. It didn't bother to clench, so the muscles weren't growing tighter. Instead it drooled lazily beneath her, growing slacker, sleepier and hungrier with every passing day.

She should get up. She wanted to do better- maybe try making her own dinner for a change. She pushed herself upright and looked down at the way her breasts flopped forwards and her belly sagged over the waistband of her sweats. Her shirt rode up over its apex and bared her shameful new weight to the world, but as she gazed at what a hog she'd become she felt another thump from further down. It never occurred to her to ask how her body could have grown this much in just a month. Thinking was hard, and it only made her tingle and moan the harder she tried and failed.

Her body swung forwards, every layer of fat pulling her over as she moved to shuffle to the edge of her expansive mattress. Then she heard footsteps, a little knock, and Bonnie's gentle voice. "How are you doing, dear?"

Bonnie swanned in, as beautiful and glamorous as ever. She never actually waited to be invited in. She tilted her head as Ruby looked up at her with equal parts hope and fear. She pouted, and approached with wide and entreating arms. "You look a little upset, honey."

She sat on the edge of the mattress, her perfume hitting Ruby and making her eyelids droop. What little energy she had drained from her, and she felt the trickle of syrup between her legs start to pump again. Her clitoris throbbed and her nipples hardened, pulling against her shirt and making her look less dignified than ever. She tried to shake her head, not just to communicate but so she could shimmy her tits and feel them rub against her shirt. She knew Bonnie might react with disgust, but she needed it more than she desperately wanted to retain some dignity. It was an all-consuming need to keep the tingles going and her pussy churning; she didn't have the strength to fight it.

"I need to leave..." she tried to explain, even as she looked into Bonnie's cleavage and unwittingly sank towards it. She just wanted to bury her face between those perfect spheres.

"Really?" Bonnie spoke softly and with no sign of surprise. Ruby felt a hand reach out and gently cup the tip of one of her breasts. It hung against her flat palm in an elongated dewdrop, too heavy to retain any pertness against gravity. All of her was too listless and useless to fight. She let out a breath as Bonnie's palm brushed in a light, teasing circle around her areola and nipple, bringing it to such a tight nub that the duct could almost be seen through the shirt. Then she took a hold of it, very gently, and lowered her head to catch Ruby's eyes.

Ruby's mouth was hanging open, breathing hard as her breast throbbed with spikes of pleasure. Her sweatpants had a wide, dark stain in their centre from all the juice she was leaking, new gouts combining with the steady, permanent stream she now produced regularly. It soaked the sheets and filled the room with the musk of sex that came not from the beautiful housewife but the pig she'd allowed into her home.

Bonnie drifted forward, which made Ruby roll onto her back to be propped up by the pillows. She looked into Bonnie's eyes with surprise and longing, letting her legs fall open. She felt her lips slack apart, the hungry organ lying with an open mouth as it drooled onto the bed.

"There, see? Who would take you in?" Bonnie breathed in a gentle coo, her fingers gently stroking up and down that nipple as Ruby let out a desperate moan. She rubbed in little circles, then rested a single finger against its very tip. Ruby panted and stared into her eyes, breathing in her musk as her thoughts slowed down to nothing. instead, she absorbed it all.

"I'm afraid you're much too weak now," she explained with patience, then her finger slowly trailed the sagging underside of Ruby's breast and began it slow, undulating journey down her rolls of stomach fat. "You're not very strong, and you're just laden with all this extra weight now." It was true, it was so hard to move when she had to drag so much extra weight with her. "But that's not really the whole issue, is it my darling?" Ruby moaned and tilted up her hips as Bonnie's finger reached her hip. She cupped the underside of her belly, which made her body jiggle and quake with a humiliating amount of heft, then with a loud, relieved groan Ruby's head hung to the side and one hand groped her own tit. She gazed into Bonnie's eyes as she pawed at her own nipple, and her hips swung up to meet the single prying hand.

Bonnie continued as she looked into her eyes, her hand finally dipping down into the sodden, steaming hole of Ruby's slack vagina. "This is the issue, isn't it? You don't have a brain left; it's all gone down here. You don't have any sort of dreams, you don't want to be anything important, the only important thing in your world is this." Ruby moaned and rubbed her nipple as Bonnie's fingers found her clitoris. She only just touched it, but Ruby's legs fell even further open as another surge of pussy juice slavered over Bonnie's hand. Bonnie was right. She didn't want to become anything important, she just wanted to feed her pussy. She wanted to pump, pump, pump into the sheets as her mother (mother? That felt right) kept her warm and fed. She couldn't think anyway- any intelligence she had had long been numbed by food, alcohol and the all-consuming need of her pussy. It did the thinking for her now, and it had been growing louder for weeks.

"But that's okay, my dear. Your pussy is as stupid as you are," Bonnie leaned in close to whisper such thoughts right into her ear. Her finger poised over Ruby's clit and made her moan in distress. She didn't know what was happening or what Bonnie was saying- her entire world was focused on bringing that finger back down. "It'll always be hungry and it'll always consume you, but I'll take good care of you. It's not your fault you were born like this."

Ruby finally found her voice as her eyes rolled into her head. Had she ever wanted anything except an orgasm? She couldn't remember ever being anything except an obese and bed-bound slut. "R-really?"

"No, of course not," Bonnie replied, and her finger finally came down. She placed her thumb at the very base, then gently dragged it up the swollen organ. Ruby let out a cry and arched her back, her pussy finally managing a low, slow clench as it gushed in orgasm over Bonnie's hand. Her back arched her belly forward, her breasts wobbling and thrusting forwards, as her whole body lit with a throbbing, pulsing quake of pleasure. Her pussy lips squelched and squeezed over Bonnie's fingers as she stroked her inner walls, coaxing all of the pleasure she could out of the one mind-shattering orgasm.

Then, finally, Ruby slumped forward and blinked slowly at the wall. Her pussy was fed, sated, and she could manage a few moments of clarity. Horror began to spread as she realised what she'd given in to, and what she now was. She began to move. "I have to-" her voice came out a clumsy slur, "I have to go."

She turned her head to the door and met Bonnie's breasts. She took a deep breath and to her dismay she felt her wet, tired arousal start to light up again. Her mind faded, her eyelids drooped, and she leaned into the chasm of Bonnie's cleavage.

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Bonnie learned her lesson from that last moment of free will. Ruby was always horny now, her orgasms rare. The bloated young woman lounged in bed all day stroking herself against the sheets, sometimes shuffling her body out of bed to blunder to the bathroom but otherwise returning to her bed like a domesticated animal returning to a pen. Ruby's pussy throbbed constantly, churning juices down her thighs and over the sheets, and she was always so desperate to cum that she'd pump the air even when Bonnie wasn't around.

She couldn't reach herself now. Her belly lay like a heavy weight over her knees, and any attempt to move forward or bend was restricted by a thick layer of solid fat. She could barely lean over at all, her tits hung uselessly over her stomach and were so unwieldly that they got in the way of everything Ruby tried to do. It was why she preferred watching TV to anything else, and Bonnie made sure that the only channels she got were ones that provided her with nothing to think about. 'After all, why would you need to think about anything?'

Bonnie would come in every day to bring her her meals, and every time she did so she made sure to let Ruby know how tiring and difficult the world outside was. And every time she brought up a meal, she'd run a finger along one hanging areola, or snake a hand under her belly and run a finger along her clitoris. Ruby always moaned and wiggled in slow undulations, but actual orgasms were rare. It was better that Ruby live in a soup of hedonistic need than have even a couple of seconds of true consciousness. The lazy, sticky pleasure continued until Ruby's brain was little more than a slackened pleasure receptor, capable of little more than yearning for a grope. She didn't even daydream, just pumped juices uselessly into the sheets. Eventually the shame of what she'd become became so quiet and so constant that it became forgotten entirely. It warped until it finally worked against her; every time her arm hit one of her pendulous tits, and every time she failed to sit up because her gigantic stomach held her down, and every time she grinded her pussy into Bonnie's hand until an orgasm drooled over the far more beautiful woman's hand, the shame only made her all the more hungry.