Hell Tapes (Gluttony): Replay #129 (Big Belly Humiliation)

I saw a woman hanging by her wrists to the ceiling of a small concrete room. She was suspended about half a meter off the ground. Tape was over her mouth and wrapped around her head. The camera was positioned with a bird's eye view of her.

She wore a shirt, plain with only a monocolored bright blue hue. It was a very tight fit, probably a size or two too small for her. The hem of the shirt sat around her waist, leaving a significant amount of her lower abdomen in clear view. She was a bigger girl; heavy-looking, with a protruding pot belly that hung out from her hips and a chubby, soft-looking form that wobbled under its clumsy movement. Her blonde hair was short and cropped, while her skin had a slightly pinkish blush.

Her belly was very large, thickly piled on with fat. It had a small mole on the left side (from my view) just below the hem of her shirt. It was a wall of smooth, taut flesh, drooping over her pants. Her belly button was a tiny, crescent-shaped divet of shadow at its center, quivering as she writhed about.

The woman tried to pull herself up with the chain that held her to the ceiling, seemingly attempting to release herself. She barely managed to lift herself a few centimeters, her chest heaving and belly jiggling as she tossed her hips side to side. All her meager strength was not nearly enough to lift her, and she dangled there absurdly as she tried.

In front of her, slightly to my right, facing away from the camera, another woman sat in a wooden chair. She was thin, dressed in modest and formal androgynous clothes. She had long, dark hair, and wore bright red lipstick. I couldn't hear anything in the apparantly silent tape, but I could see that she was laughing, sometimes completely cracking up and sometimes quietly giggling. She watched as the big woman struggled where she hung. It appeared that she was mocking her for her weight.

The big woman tried to turn her body to face away from the thin woman, wriggling herself and twisting in an attempt to turn the chain. Every time she tried, the chain spun her back around and returned to its default position, leaving her helplessly facing what appeared to be the torment of the other woman's gaze. Her eyes were wide with an overwhelmed and disjointed horror, while her face flushed with a deeper pink. She occasionally shook her head, as though refusing or denying something.

The big woman stretched, bending backwards as her hips swung behind. Her belly button lengthened to a tall oval as her belly became even more pronounced. She stretched forwards, her belly contracting as her abs strained, deeply buried in layers of fat as her navel shifted into a smaller circle. She tried to contort her body in such a way as to facilitate escape or perhaps to cause her shirt to cover more of her, but the shirt was far too tight and small, while the chains were completely unbreakable to her weak exertion.

Her belly often bounced, bobbing up and down against her lap, flopping about as she moved. It seemed to be exhausting to her to continue this, but imperative that she do something enough to keep her going at it as though she could. Her breathing was shallow and labored as the adipose tissue filling her weighed her lungs down. It quivered as she strained, holding her breath and fighting gravity to no avail.

I didn't really notice until after I got a sense of the more overt parts that her pants consisted of thin black leggings that hugged her every crevice and contour. I could see the lumpy and overburdened flesh of wide, flabby hips and thick thighs that would give if you pressed your hands into them. Her legs jiggled furiously as she kicked them outwards, trying and failing to reach anything that would help her escape, while the thin woman sat far enough away to avoid her wrath as she laughed.

The big woman jostled and threw herself around violently. I could see her straining and probably screaming through the tape as she fought like a caged animal. Her belly shook in all directions, trembling and rippling in waves, while her ass did the same behind her. Everything about the way she was dressed made her stomach look bigger and more obvious, as though whoever set this up wanted to emphasize its symbolism as a testament to her failure to control her eating habits.

She was just left to stew like this, unable to hide her huge belly from what appeared to be someone she really didn't want seeing it. She was being forced to bare it very loudly and closely in front of their mocking eyes, words and laughter, while her struggles underscored how cumbersome and excessive her fat had become. Her tiny belly button completed the picture of utter vulnerability and humiliation.

Eventually, the thin woman rose from her chair and approached the big woman. She stared back, terrified, trying even harder to turn herself away, lunging her chest side to side while her large melon-like breasts rolled around beneath the tight blue shirt.

The thin woman reached out her hands and fixed her forwards by the hips. She tickled the soft flesh of the huge belly in front of her. The wall of fat shifted and stirred as bony, dainty fingers drew across its expansive yet utterly sensitive mass.

The big woman fluttered nervously. With manic desperation, she tried to shove her legs into the thin woman to push her away. The thin woman was surprisingly strong, and with an annoyed expression easily pushed the big woman's legs away. The thin woman then reached around to the back of the black leggings and hooked her fingers under the hem.

She violently, suddenly, and decisively pulled them down to her thighs as the fat girl's belly slapped down again and again with her physical protestations. The thin lady continued to push the black leggings down until they wrapped around her knees. The big girl's hips bucked frantically, her hips and ass suddenly bare. At the same time, her legs were suddenly bound and hindered by the fabric stuck around them as though it were a rope tying them together.

The big lady tried to get her leggings back up, her hips shifting as she did so, but it was no use at all. Her curves were wide and the pants had slid down past the point of no return. She tried to keep kicking, but her legs were quite effectively restrained as the tight leggings ensnared them.

I didn't get a good view of her huge buttocks, but they appeared to be quite pliable and slightly mottled with the effects of such overweightness. She wore a white thong, wide enough to accommodate her, with a comically thin waistband attached with little rings to a tiny, thin triangle of white lace over her pussy. The garment contrasted adorably with the pinkness of her skin.

The problem of being kicked out of the way, the thin woman resumed her tickling. She grabbed handfuls of the big lady's body, prodding and pinching her while moving her pliable fat chaotically. The big woman, tired and spent, continued to weakly twitch and pull at her chain under the assault of the thin lady's little hands. Her belly jittered as her breathing quickened, the anticipation of contact with the other woman's nails intensifying to a fever-pitch. Spasmodic, arrhythmic pulses of movement erupted from the fat girl's abs, reacting with burning overwroughtness to the invasion.

The thin woman seemed gleeful to continue her work down past her hips, attacking the big girl's ass. She jumped in her chain and squirmed wildly as her body tried to hide its numerous sensitive spots. As she rolled her ass around and shimmied to evade the other girl's hands, more of her belly fell a little further out of the shirt as the fabric wrinkled and rode up in the commotion, bringing it about 20 centimeters above her navel.

I could see more of the wide barrel of fat below her ribcage as her mole came further into view, and another one somewhat above it was now visible. The thin woman tickled this newly exposed area relentlessly when she saw it, and the tape ended shortly afterwards.