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THE NEET LIFE IV (XWG, ROLE REVERSAL, SLOB)
🕑 Added 2025-01-03 21:25:12 +0000 UTCThe morning sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, its soft light filtering through the thin curtain of clouds, casting a warm glow through the thin mist that clung to the car windows. Julia and Melanie sat inside their mom’s cramped, parked car, their usual sanctuary for secret indulgences. They indulged in their shared ritual, their "morning feast" from Dunkin' sprawled out before them like a buffet. The air inside was thick with the smell of bacon, cheese, hash browns, and glazed donuts, mingling with the faint scent of Melanie's vape. The forbidden feast was courtesy of Richard’s endless generosity. The sisters giggled between bites, bags piled high with breakfast sandwiches, hash browns, and pastries, wrappers strewn haphazardly across the dashboard and center console.
Julia’s muumuu was stretched tight across her enormous form, her belly pressing heavily against the glove compartment, which was completely obscured by her belly. Her seat was pushed all the way back and still didn’t quite give her enough room. She absentmindedly dug into a box of donuts—stacked atop yet another box of donuts—her fingers sticky with icing as she mindlessly lifted one pastry after another to her lips. Her thick, ham-hock-like arms jiggled slightly with each trip to her mouth, her entire body spilling over every edge and crevice of the passenger seat, leaving little space to spare.
Next to her, Melanie lounged lethargically in the driver’s seat, one hand idly scrolling through her phone, the other cradling an iced coffee. She would occasionally take a long drag from her vape, the vapor mingling with the scent of their breakfast. Wrapped in her oversized robe atop her muumuu, Melanie’s figure was nearly as expansive as Julia’s. Her thick thighs pressed against the car seat, and the soft swell of her belly nearly pressed into the steering wheel. Each sip of her iced coffee was punctuated by a contented sigh.
“I swear,” Melanie said between bites, her voice muffled, “these hash browns just hit different.”
Julia nodded, her cheeks bulging with a mouthful of donut. “Mmm-hmm, yeah,” she mumbled, spraying a few crumbs onto her chest. She reached for another hash brown, her sticky fingers leaving faint smudges on her well-worn muumuu. “Richard really knows how to spoil me.”
Melanie laughed, licking her fingers. “Yeah, well, enjoy it while you can. Before you get too—”
The tranquility of their private indulgence was shattered by a sudden, loud knock on the window. Melanie’s iced coffee sloshed, spilling a few drops, while Julia choked mid-bite, her hand clutching her chest as she gasped for air. Melanie, catching her breath and looking through the fogged window, was both startled and relieved to see Fiona standing outside, with one eyebrow raised and an amused smirk on her face.
“What the hell are you two doing out here?” Fiona said with a smirk, leaning down to peer through the window.
Melanie rolled the window down, laughing nervously as she tried to compose herself. “Uh… enjoying breakfast? Want to join?”
Fiona chuckled, opening the door and sliding into the back seat, her gaze wandering over the scattered wrappers and half-eaten food. Without missing a beat, she reached over and plucked a donut from Julia’s open box. “Don’t mind if I do. So, what have you two been up to?” she said before taking a bite and then a casual sip from Julia’s iced coffee, much to her annoyance.
Julia huffed, shifting in her seat as she turned around, her eyes narrowing as she watched Fiona. In comparison, Fiona looked noticeably slimmer than Julia had remembered—or at least, that was how it seemed in comparison to her fattened form these days. Though still curvy, she appeared more proportional, her stylish clothes accentuating her curves in a way that only highlighted the vast difference between them. Julia’s face flushed, a pang of envy mingling with irritation as she felt Fiona’s confidence fill the car. Fiona’s hair was perfectly styled, her makeup subtle yet flawless, and her outfit highlighted her curves in all the right places. Julia felt frumpy in comparison, her well-worn muumuu dotted with stains.
As the three sisters sat in the car, munching, catching up, and sharing stories, Fiona asked with a teasing edge, “So, how’s the job hunt going for you two? Still, you know… hunting?” Melanie responded swiftly with a joke at Julia’s expense, saying, “The only thing Julia’s been hunting for these days is snacks.” Julia rolled her eyes as the two girls burst into laughter, a faint blush creeping across her face. As she puffed up her cheeks and opened her mouth to let them have it, the only thing she let them have was gas—a loud, muffled fart she accidentally let escape from her rear. Melanie and Fiona’s laughter grew louder, cringing as they covered their noses, exchanging looks of disgust.
“You’re a mess, Jules,” Fiona said, laughing.
Julia shot her a glare, trying to brush it off, but the embarrassment lingered, gnawing at her. She said nothing as she reached for another donut.
When the food was gone, the trio made their way inside. Melanie waddled in first, her muumuu swishing as she plopped into a chair, the wooden legs creaking under her weight. Fiona followed, while Julia slowly lumbered in last, her belly swaying heavily beneath her sweat-stained muumuu that clung to her with every wobbly step. Her fingers instinctively tugged at the fabric, but it did little to hide how much she’d grown.
Their mom, groggy but already bustling in the kitchen, looked up in surprise. “Fiona! Mija, you’re home!” she exclaimed, pulling her into a hug.
Fiona beamed, setting down her bag. “Mamá, it’s so good to see you!”
Their mother smiled warmly at her, then turned to Julia and Melanie, her tone softening just a bit. “You two have been working very hard—how about a little cheat meal for breakfast to celebrate Fiona’s return.” She set out a spread of pancakes, bacon, and eggs on the table and continued. “I bet you all are starving.”
Melanie shrugged, grabbing a piece of bacon and popping it into her mouth.
Fiona laughed, crossing her arms with a smug grin. “Not true, Mamá. They ate enough for an army in the car. I was stuffed just watching them,” she added, her eyes flicking to Julia with a teasing glint. She reached out and gave Julia’s soft, hanging belly a playful pat. “Especially this gordita.”
Julia’s face flushed a deep red, her fingers twitching at the betrayal. “That’s not true! You ate like two of my donuts!” she snapped, her voice tinged with petulance.
Fiona raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, please, you had, what—seventeen donuts? I think you could spare a couple,” she teased, drawing out the words with a mocking tone, clearly relishing Julia’s embarrassment.
Their mom sighed, shaking her head as she turned back to the stove. “Ay, Dios mío, Julia. Look at yourself—what more do you need? Pareces una cerda.” Her words hit hard, and Julia’s cheeks burned even brighter as she stared down at her belly, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.
Melanie snickered, but even she kept her head low, knowing better than to draw their mother’s attention to herself. Fiona leaned back in her chair, clearly satisfied with the chaos she’d stirred up. Their mother placed another plate of food on the table, her disapproval hanging heavy in the room. “Eat,” she said flatly, before returning to the stove.
Julia hesitated for a moment to join them, feeling embarrassment growing in her chest. But the sight and smell of the food proved too tempting, and soon enough, she was piling food onto her plate, her fingers trembling slightly as she grabbed another pancake. Fiona raised an eyebrow, smirking to herself, but said nothing as the tension lingered over the table.
Julia spent her day slumped in her bed under sheets that hadn’t been washed or made in months, still in her stained muumuu from that morning, her hair disheveled, and a faint look of grogginess lingering from having slept most of the day. She finally arose from her cave as the family gathered for dinner. Her sisters, however, had freshened up; Fiona wore a fitted blouse that highlighted her curves tastefully, and Melanie, despite her robe draped over her shoulders, had made an effort to change and comb her hair.
Their mother, serving dinner, gave Julia an unimpressed look as she placed a plate in front of her. “Mija, have you been in that all day?” she asked, her tone half exasperated, half resigned.
Julia shrugged, unbothered as she reached for her fork. Fiona, sitting across from her, seized the opportunity to stoke the tension. “Mom, Julia’s been working really hard today… hunting down those snacks, right, Jules?” Fiona quipped with a sly smile, earning a stifled laugh from Melanie.
Julia’s cheeks flushed as she glared at Fiona, her fork clutched tightly in her hand and muttered under her breath.
Fiona didn’t let up. “Are you okay, gorda? You seem stressed,” she cooed, her tone dripping with faux sympathy.
It became painfully obvious that their mom now favored Fiona, showering her with praise for her "healthy" and "put-together" appearance. “Fiona, you’ve done so well for yourself. You’re looking so good. You need to help whip these two into shape.”
“Maybe we should start a family fitness plan, huh? Could be good for all of us.”
Their mom smiled warmly at Fiona, nodding in agreement. “That’s actually a good idea, Fiona,” she said, casting a side-eye at Julia and Melanie.
Julia and Melanie exchanged irritated glances, both rolling their eyes. “Great,” Julia muttered under her breath.
Julia sank into her chair, picking at her food, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Fiona’s subtle digs and their mom’s blatant favoritism left her feeling cornered. Every laugh, every compliment aimed at Fiona only made Julia’s resentment grow, her appetite dwindling under the weight of the tension.
A few months passed, and instead of helping her poor, morbidly obese sisters, Fiona began a deliberate and calculated campaign of sabotage. She started small, lulling Julia into a false sense of comfort with sweet, supportive comments. “You’ve had such a hard day, Jules,” she’d coo. She’d leave Julia’s favorite snacks conveniently within reach—bags of chips on the counter, boxes of donuts on the kitchen table, and even plates of leftovers waiting in the fridge. Poor Julia, without fail, would open the fridge and see the leftovers while Fiona watched intently as, without fail, Julia would hesitate for a brief moment before giving in and sneaking the plate into her room.
Fiona’s smirk grew more satisfied each time Julia indulged; her sister’s belly hung lower and lower with each passing day. She subtly upped the ante, offering to “share” indulgent meals but always taking smaller portions herself, leaving Julia to devour most of the food. “Don’t let it go to waste, gorda,” Fiona would say teasingly, sliding the last slice of pizza or piece of cake toward her sister. Julia, flushed with guilt but too tempted to resist, would oblige, much to Fiona’s delight.
At the same time, Fiona masterfully chipped away at Julia’s confidence by highlighting her struggles in front of their mother. After one particularly large meal, Julia struggled to stand up, her face red and her breath shallow as she leaned heavily on the table for support. Fiona was quick to pounce. “Wow, gorda, already out of breath? Maybe you should sit down for a bit. I mean, it’s not like you’re in any rush, right?”
Their mother, catching the exchange, turned her disapproving gaze toward Julia. “Julia, por favor, you’re not even trying anymore,” she said, shaking her head. Julia’s cheeks burned as she sank back into her chair, humiliated.
Fiona’s tactics weren’t limited to sly comments. She found other ways to chip away at Julia’s confidence throughout the day, seizing every opportunity to make her feel exposed. One afternoon, Julia wandered into the kitchen, drawn by the smell of something sweet. She moved slowly, her movements heavy and labored, the muumuu clinging to her belly as it brushed against the counter. Her muumuu once flowed all the way down to her ankles but now barely reached past her knees. Fiona leaned casually against the fridge, watching with a smug expression as Julia rifled through the pantry.
“Looking for more snacks already? You just ate lunch, gorda. Maybe you should pace yourself, you know?”
Julia froze, glaring at Fiona, but her cheeks quickly flushed as she realized their mother had entered the room. Her mom’s sharp eyes took in the scene, her expression darkening as she noticed Julia’s soft figure hunched over the pantry, her belly pressing against the edge of the counter.
“Julia, ¿qué haces?” their mom snapped, her tone laced with disappointment. “You can’t even go an hour without thinking about food? No wonder you’re like this.” She gestured broadly toward Julia, who instinctively stepped back, the motion causing her belly to wobble for far longer than it should have.
Fiona didn’t miss a beat, stifling a laugh and adding, “She’s been like this all day, Mamá. I told her maybe she should take a break, but, well…” She trailed off, shrugging with a pointed glance at Julia’s bulging middle.
Julia’s stomach churned from the combination of Fiona’s teasing and her mom’s harsh words. She mumbled something incoherent and turned to retreat to her room, her arms wrapping protectively around herself. Fiona watched her leave, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips as she turned back to their mom, ensuring she’d planted the seed of disapproval even deeper.
Fiona also used every opportunity to highlight her growing size. One evening, as the family settled into the living room, Julia hesitated before lowering herself onto the couch. The space was already tight, and as she squeezed herself in next to Fiona, her big fat shelf ass pressed against her sister’s side, and her hips filled nearly both cushions. The couch creaked audibly under her weight, drawing attention she desperately didn’t want.
Fiona leaned over with a sly grin, whispering just loud enough for their mom to hear, “Don’t worry, gorda, next time i’ll give you the couch to yourself”
Their mom sighed, pinched the bridge of Julia’s nose as she gazed at her sprawling form. “Julia, por Dios, you’re getting too big for the couch. This has to stop.”
Julia’s hands instinctively grabbed a throw pillow in a futile attempt to cover herself. She wanted to shrink away, but there was no hiding the space she took up. Fiona’s smirk only widened as she attempted to scoot away, but there wasn't enough couch to spare making it even more obvious how much space Julia alone took up.
Each moment left Julia more flustered and embarrassed, feeling the walls close in as her once-supportive sister revealed her true intentions. Fiona, always watching, always smiling, relished every second of Julia’s downfall. For Fiona, the sabotage wasn’t just about Julia eating—it was about making sure she knew she was no longer in control, with their mother as an ever-present witness to her shame.
The next morning, Julia shuffled into the kitchen, stretched tight across her enormous curves, as it brushed against the counters. Her belly bounced and rolled with her movements, the bottom edge of the garment riding higher, exposing the soft, dimpled flesh of her thighs. She opened the fridge, her eyes lighting up at the sight of a large cheesecake left conveniently on the middle shelf. The dessert was pristine, its surface untouched, with a sticky note slapped on top in Fiona’s bold handwriting: “For Jules,” complete with a playful little heart.
Without thinking, Julia grabbed the cheesecake and a fork, carrying it to the table. She sat down heavily, the chair groaning under her weight as she cut herself a slice and scooped a large bite into her mouth. The creamy sweetness filled her senses, momentarily dulling the nagging voice of shame in her head.
Fiona entered the kitchen a few minutes later, dressed impeccably in tight jeans and a fitted sweater that accentuated her slim waist. She leaned against the counter, watching Julia with a smug smile. “You like it?” she asked innocently, nodding toward the cheesecake.
Julia froze mid-bite, her cheeks bulging. She swallowed hastily and glared at Fiona. “What do you want?”
Fiona shrugged, her tone light. “Nothing. I just thought you deserved a treat. You seem down lately.” Her eyes flicked pointedly to Julia’s belly, which pressed against the edge of the table, spilling onto her lap. “You should try and enjoy yourself more.”
Julia’s grip tightened on the fork, but she said nothing, shoveling another bite into her mouth instead.
Fiona smirked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before turning to leave. “Don’t eat it all at once, gorda,” she said over her shoulder as she walked out, her laughter echoing down the hall.
Julia glared at the empty doorway, the fork trembling in her hand. Her stomach growled, the hunger inside her roaring louder than her anger. She pulled the cheesecake closer, the creamy dessert calling to her like a siren’s song. Bite after bite disappeared, her focus narrowing to the pure, sugary bliss melting on her tongue. Her cheeks flushed as frosting smeared across her lips, but she didn’t care.
This didn't satiate her, she was consumed with anger and frustration.
Julia grabbed the cheesecake and lumbered back to her room, the heavy steps of her swollen legs causing faint vibrations in the old wooden floor. Her muumuu clung to her wide, sagging frame, sweat gathering beneath her folds as she shuffled through the narrow hallway. The cheesecake, still in its box, balanced precariously on her forearm, which strained against the bloated girth of her body.
Once inside her dimly lit room, Julia plopped onto her unmade bed, the mattress sagging beneath her sheer mass. The sheets were rumpled and stained, a testament to countless days and nights of indulgence and inactivity. Pillows lay scattered on the floor, and empty wrappers surrounded her like a makeshift nest of discarded meals. A faint mustiness clung to the air, mingling with the sugary scent of the cheesecake. The glow of a tablet flickered on her bedside table, half-buried beneath more crumpled packaging and soda cans.
Julia tore the lid off the cheesecake box, her thick, pudgy fingers fumbling slightly as she reached for the first bite. She didn’t bother with utensils this time—she dug in with her bare hands, grabbing a fistful of creamy cake and shoving it into her mouth. Frosting smeared across her lips and chin as she chewed, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. The cool, rich sweetness melted on her tongue, silencing every thought except for the thought of the next bite.
Her free hand absentmindedly rubbed the curves of her belly, which spilled out in front of her like a soft, quivering mound. Her muumuu began riding up exposing the pale, dimpled skin of her thighs that were pressed against the edges of the mattress. Her hairy thick legs were spread wide to make room for her overflowing stomach, which rose and fell with every labored breath. Even as she gorged herself, the tightness in her gut grew, but she welcomed the ache like an old friend.
Julia’s pace quickened, each handful of cheesecake disappearing faster than the last. Her fingers were coated in sticky frosting and crumbs, but she barely noticed as she licked them clean between bites, her tongue darting out hungrily. Her chubby cheeks flushed with heat, beads of sweat forming along her hairline and trickling down her neck. The faint wheeze of her breathing filled the room, blending with the wet, sloppy sounds of her eating.
As the cheesecake dwindled, Julia became more frantic, clawing at the edges of the box to scoop up every last bit of frosting. Her thick arms jiggled with each movement, her swollen elbows pressing into the soft folds of her sides. She tilted the box toward her face, licking the cardboard clean with broad, desperate strokes of her tongue. Frosting streaked her cheeks and chin, and crumbs clung to the corners of her mouth, but she didn’t care.
Her belly grew tighter with each passing moment, pressing heavily against her thighs and pooling over the edge of the mattress. The seams of her muumuu strained audibly, the worn fabric damp with sweat and smeared with frosting. Her massive frame shifted restlessly as she leaned back against the headboard, the exertion of devouring the entire cheesecake leaving her breathless.
When there was nothing left, Julia let the empty box fall to the floor, her hands trembling as she rubbed her bloated stomach in slow, circular motions. Her fingers sank into the soft, pliant flesh, her skin strained due to its own weight. She felt impossibly full, her body aching and heavy, yet the faintest pang of hunger still gnawed at the edges of her mind.
She glanced around the room, her eyes scanning the chaos of discarded wrappers and empty containers. Her lips parted, and she licked the remnants of frosting from them absentmindedly. The sweetness lingered, teasing her with memories of fleeting satisfaction. Julia knew there was nothing else to eat, but the hunger—the relentless, insatiable hunger—remained, whispering promises of comfort and release.
With a groan, Julia shifted her bulk to the side, her body sinking deeper into the sagging mattress. The springs creaked beneath her as she reached for a soda can on the nightstand, popping it open and taking a long, greedy sip. The cold fizz soothed her throat, but it did little to ease the growing emptiness that had taken root inside her.
Julia leaned back against the headboard, her belly heaving with each shallow breath. Her sticky fingers fumbled for her phone on the cluttered nightstand, brushing aside empty wrappers and a half-crushed soda can.
For a moment, she stared at her reflection in the dark screen of her phone, the faint outline of her bloated face framed by messy, sweat-dampened hair. Her cheeks were round and flushed, her double chin pressing heavily against her neck. Frosting still clung to the corners of her lips, and her glazed eyes seemed almost unrecognizable. But instead of disgust or self-pity, all Julia felt was the nagging thought of what she might eat next.
She unlocked the screen, squinting against the dim light as she opened her messages. Her heart gave a faint flutter as she scrolled to Richard’s name, a glimmer of hope flickering in her chest. But her stomach sank when she saw no new notification. She entered their chat and the screen filled with a long, uninterrupted stream of messages—every one of them hers.
“Hey, are you busy?”
“Just thinking about you.”
“Did you get my last message?”
“Miss you…”
“Hope everything’s okay.”
The messages continued, some from weeks ago, others from just days earlier, each unanswered. The gray check marks beside them felt colder with every scroll. Julia’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating before she typed, “Hey, I was just wondering if you’re free to hang out soon? I miss you.” Her thumb lingered over the send button, but as her eyes flicked back to the empty space beneath his name, she deleted it instead. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she locked the phone and tossed it onto the nightstand.
Her gaze wandered to the empty cheesecake box on the floor, the crumbs scattered across her bedsheets, and the bloated curve of her belly pressing against her thighs. The loneliness in the pit of her stomach felt deeper than the ache of her overstuffed body. For a moment, she wondered if Richard even thought about her anymore—or if the messages were as invisible to him as she felt to herself.
Julia stared at the ceiling for a long moment, her chest rising and falling as her thoughts swirled. The emptiness gnawed at her, both in her stomach and deeper within, and she let her hand drift down instinctively beneath the tight swell of her belly. Her sticky fingers, still smeared with frosting, trembled as she attempted to reach lower. She hasn't been touched by Richard in months and craved him desperately. As she attempted to touch herself her body fought her every step of the way. The heavy mound of her stomach pressed relentlessly against her thighs, limiting her movements, and her arms burned with the effort of maneuvering around the bulk of her soft, sagging flesh. Sweat began to accumulate in her folds and trickle down her back, the room filling with the sound of her labored breathing. She pushed harder, desperate to find some form of release, but her movements only jostled her immense body, causing the mattress to groan beneath her.
As she strained further, her face flushed crimson from the exertion, a loud, muffled fart slapped out of her ass, breaking the tension in the room with an unwelcome burst of sound. Julia froze, her breath hitching as the wave of embarrassment washed over her.
“Julia!” her mother’s voice rang out from down the hall, sharp and alarmed. “What was that noise? Are you okay in there?”
Julia’s heartbeat quickened with humiliation as she squeezed her eyes shut. “I-I’m fine!” she shouted back, her voice cracking as she tried to sound composed. Her sticky hands fell to her sides in defeat, the sweat pooling in the folds of her skin as her vision swam for a moment from the sheer effort. She gasped for air, her entire body trembling, and realized with a bitter pang that even this small act of self-indulgence was beyond her now. She was so fat she could no longer pleasure herself. All she could do was lie still, her massive frame sinking deeper into the mattress, as her mother’s concerned voice echoed faintly down the hall. The reality of her limitations pressed down on her just as heavily as her own weight, leaving her trapped in her own body, too overwhelmed to even respond further
Comments
Scott Coveney
It's coming soon, I had to make some changes to it because I thought of some new ideas. Im sorry, it's taken so long to release it.
Marty Varner
When is part 5 coming out?
