Ana didn’t resist as much this time—she knew better by now. She's becoming more and more obedient as the days go by. I think it's just her way of adjusting to her new way of living after she caught the shrinking virus and...being adopted by yours truly!
Third meal of the day, and it was another mound of Cheetos stacked as high as she was, each puff an orange promise of indulgence. I watched her, entranced, as she begrudgingly nibbled away at the giant Cheetos in her tiny arms, her body glistening with grease and dust. The way her lips glided over each bite, the slight hesitation before swallowing, it was delicious in its own right. I insisted she finish every last crumb, savoring the sight of her stomach rounding ever so slightly under my orchestrated feast. This meal stayed down, and I couldn’t help the slow curl of a smile.
Cheetos Diet: Day 14
Ana’s starting to show the fruits of my dedication to plumping her up. I like the thought of her being so morbidly obese yet incredibly light in my palm, still a long way to go to get there. However there are signs. Her cheeks are softer now, with a faint roundness that wasn’t there before, and her belly has a slight curve that peeks through her shirt when she shifts just right. I made her stand in front of me for a "check-up," circling her like an artist evaluating a sculpture in progress. “Arms out,” I commanded, tilting my head as I assessed every inch of her. The Cheetos diet, it was paying of.
Her thighs pressed just a little closer together, and the way her waistband pinched slightly into her side filled me with a heady sense of accomplishment. I traced my finger lazily down the curve of her arm, smirking as a faint blush crept up her neck. She’s still got a long way to go, but this was progress—sweet, undeniable progress. Every inch of her was becoming exactly what I envisioned, and I was savoring every moment of her transformation.
Cheetos Diet: One Month
Ana was stretched out before me, her body soft and yielding under my careful gaze. She lay there in my palm, in a position of mild discomfort, her legs slightly bent, arms resting limply at her sides as if surrendering completely to my authority. Her eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion - or perhaps resignation, softening her features. I let my fingers glide over her belly, now a plush, inviting mound that rose and fell with each slow breath.
The progress was undeniable. Her plump thighs now spilled gently over the edges of her compression shorts and her hips had taken on a roundness that made her all the more captivating. I pressed a finger against the fullness of her side, feeling the slight give beneath my touch, and a wave of satisfaction rolled through me. Every inch of her told the story of my meticulous work, my vision brought to life.
“Good,” I murmured, more to myself than to her, tracing the faint stretch of her shirt over her stomach. She didn’t move—just lay there, her body completely under my control, a living testament to the power I wielded. Perfect, but still far from finished.
Cheeto Diet: Month Two
Ana was truly beginning to blossom under my relentless guidance. She sat on the edge of my palm waiting for my monthly inspection, her body heavier and slower now, every movement carrying the weight of my meticulous care. Her eyes met mine with a flicker of discomfort as I barked the command, “Arms up.” Hesitation. I hated that. “Now,” I snapped, and she obeyed, raising her arms with visible strain, the soft flesh of her sides stretching, her shirt riding up to reveal the expanse of her rounded stomach.
The change was undeniable. Her belly rested heavily on her thighs, a plush reminder of every indulgence I’d fed her. Her face had softened even more, her cheeks flushed, and her collarbone had all but disappeared beneath the layers I’d built. I stepped closer, gripping her chin firmly to tilt her gaze upward, ensuring she saw the satisfaction etched across my face.
"Good girl," I murmured, though the words dripped with condescension, my index finger trailing down her arms to feel the slight jiggle as she held them aloft. Her discomfort was as delicious as her progress. She was mine, her body reshaped exactly as I’d envisioned, and we were far from finished.
Cheeto Diet: Month Three
Ana was unrecognizable at this point. To me, she was becoming a masterpiece of excess molded by my hands. She sprawled across my palm after her meal, the remnants of orange dust smudged on her fingers and lips, her breaths labored and shallow. The colossal Cheeto feast had left her groggy and sluggish, her eyelids heavy as if weighed down by her own indulgence. I watched her, a smug smile tugging at the corner of my lips, taking in the sheer mass she had become.
Reaching down, I gripped one of her thighs between my fingers, lifting it just enough to feel its heft. It was dense, soft, and pliable under my fingers, the skin warm and faintly dimpled. The sheer size of it was mesmerizing—a testament to my unyielding dedication. Her leg barely moved with my effort, her body resisting as though rooted to the spot. Perfect. Every ounce of her was a victory, and I relished the strain of her attempting to shift her weight when I finally let go.
"Pathetic," I muttered under my breath, though the word was laced with satisfaction. Ana had crossed into the realm of morbid obesity, and her form was every bit as overindulgent as I had intended. Her discomfort, her grogginess—it was all part of the transformation, and I savored the sight of her slumped and utterly overwhelmed by the body I had shaped.
Cheetos Diet: Month Four
As Ana lay there so incredibly plump in my palm, I couldn't believe how cute she looked. Instead of the normal "monthly check-up" I decided to have a little fun with her. I gently closed my fist and watched her plump body helplessly squirm in my grasp. Her muffled voice, mixed with feeling her futile struggles as my fingers soaked in her plushness was....arousing to say the least. Releasing my fingers, she was incredibly short of breath and I couldn't help but admire what I've done.
"I bet you'd look so cute if I had the clinic shrink you a little more." I said looking down at her while she caught her breath
