Even through her thick coat, Melissa could feel the cold air on her ass as she waddled toward the mall entrance. She was trembling from arousal, thinking about what she was about to do. Exposing herself to a crowded mall was the perfect way to celebrate reaching her goal weight.
She shuffled inside and looked around. The mall was packed with people.
Her massive size alone was enough to get the first people to stare. But Melissa knew all eyes would be on her once she removed her coat.
Alisson grabbed Melissa’s arm and grinned at her.
“Before you show your flabby glory to the world, let me tell you how this will go. Once you take off your coat, you’ll give it to me so I can make sure you don’t have anything to cover yourself with. Then you’ll start waddling your fat ass to the scales on the other side of the mall. I’d tell you to take it slow because I need to prepare some things, but we both know you won’t make it to the other side without taking a break.”
Melissa blushed and nodded. “I already feel tired.”
“Perfect,” Alisson continued, “when you get on the scales, you’ll act shocked when the error message appears. I want everyone to think that you are a helpless fatty who tries to control her weight but fails miserably. Then you’ll waddle over to the nearest bench, where a cake will be waiting for you. Dig in and eat everything with your hands like the pathetic pig you are. After your show, we will meet back here.”
Melissa could barely hold it together listening to Alisson’s commands. She practically ripped off her coat and gave it to Alisson.
“Such a pathetic fatty, desperate for humiliation. I love what I have turned you into.” Alisson slapped Melissa’s ass, and Melissa could feel Alisson pull up her dress some more.
Then she was gone, and Melissa was surrounded by stares.
“What the fuck?” was the first comment Melissa heard as everyone’s attention slowly turned to her.
The chittering and laughter became louder when she started her waddle. She was hyper-aware of her belly hanging out of her dress and jiggling around violently. Alisson had not allowed her to put on a bra and her hanging breasts now swayed from side to side. How people reacted when they looked at her backside showed her that most of her ass was now uncovered.
“That is just disgusting!” she heard as sweat started forming on her face and rolls. Her skin-tight dress did nothing to hide the wet spots that appeared all over her body.
Her out-of-control obesity was fully displayed, and she could do nothing to hide it.
“How does anyone get that fat? She’s more whale than human! And why would she dress like that?”
“I think she is just too far gone to care. I’ve seen a show about fat pigs like her. At some point, they lose all their dignity and only care about eating more junk food. Eating is the only time they feel good. Eventually, they get so fat that they can’t leave their houses anymore. She must be really close to that point; there is no more hope for her.”
Melissa shivered from excitement at the comment. While she loved being shown off in public, getting so fat that she was forced to stay home all day was an arousing thought. She really felt like she was too far gone to stop herself. Becoming a housebound pig was just around the corner, and she didn’t know if she even wanted to fight this destiny.
It was an excruciatingly long waddle through the crowded mall, full of depreciating comments and stares, until Melissa finally reached the bench in the mall’s center. She let her tired body down on it and sighed in relief.
As she struggled to catch her breath, Melissa pulled out her phone to pass the time. She found that Alisson had sent her some messages during her painfully slow waddle. All of them were videos of her from various angles. Melissa’s breathing quickened again as she watched the first video.
She looked like a mess.
Her dress was several sizes too small and clung to her body like a second skin. The thin fabric did nothing to stop her braless boobs from swishing around while her nipples were clearly visible. The sweat spots under her arms and on her back were just as visible, and everyone could see her hanging lower belly slap into her tree-trunk thighs. Her exposed, dimply ass swallowed her panties and made her look like she didn’t wear them.
Melissa really did look like someone who had spent the year just sitting at home and pigging out. Who then had to unexpectedly go outside and only could find an old dress that used to fit 100 pounds ago. She was an out-of-place curiosity among the elegantly-dressed people shopping for designer clothes.
She remembered her early high school years when she spent hours hanging out with her friends at various malls. They would walk around in crop tops and hot pants, enjoying the attention they got from the boys their age. Malls were where she felt at home and fit right in with the crowd.
Those times were far gone now. Melissa was a fat blob whose only place was the couch at home. She deserved to be humiliated for letting herself fall this low. That she had become someone that remembered people of characters from reality shows. Her purpose in life was to make others feel better about themselves and to let them humiliate her all they want. She had completely allowed her fetish to control her life and was now paying the price for it.
When she was done watching the videos, Melissa put away her phone and got on her feet. The cake at the other end of the mall was calling her, and she was too weak to resist.
Melissa was desperate to give the people more to laugh about.