Paul's Dilemma

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Writed by polarisdreamer. Illustratated by berserker1133. Colored by BIasty. Original Idea/concept by berserker1133

Warning: This is an adult/fetish story involving weight gain, adult language, feeding, and stuffing.  If this isn’t your type of thing, please don't read it.

Paul's Dilemma

Chapter 1- Happy Anniversary Babe

       “*Pant* Ugh!  Come on!”  Claire’s posh voice grunted wildly through the downtrodden walls of her boyfriend’s messy apartment.  

       “Almost there!  *Wheeze*  Almost there!”  She seethed, as her voice echoed down the small hardwood floor of the little hallway that connect her boyfriend’s bedroom to the rest of the apartment, “Ugh!  *pant*  Yes!!  Grrraaaahhhhh!!!  Get up there!”

       “Come on this isn’t happening!  You know you wanna fit over my ass!  Come on!  Please?”  The noise of her stressed voice now softly rang around the kitchen/living room area where Paul listened in a certain amusement to the sound of his girlfriend’s struggles, “Fit!  Fit!  Fit!!  Ugh!!!  *Rip!*  No!!  Really?!”

       With that, Paul immediately stood up from the couch.  Had his ears just heard correctly??  Was that the sound of his beautiful girlfriend’s big ass ripping through her favorite pair of shorts?  He remembered what she looked like in them a few months ago when she’d first modeled them for him at the mall.  He’d been craving to see how they would hug her figure now that her womanly hips and lavishly padded buttocks had blossomed even fuller than before.  

       In the year since they’d started dating, Claire had slowly transitioned from a 136 pound twenty-year-old into a significantly chubbier 21-year-old.  If only he knew just how much weight, she’d gained.   It had to be at least 40 pounds at this point, maybe 50 by the sound of those shorts ripping, or more!  Paul couldn’t help salivating at the though of knowing the truth.

       Taking a breath and trying to play his excitement cool, Paul reasoned that his eagerness would likely have to wait.  If Claire had outgrown her favorite shorts, she’d certainly be less oblivious about her growing figure than before.  He was walking a fine line.  Asking Claire about her weight was a sure-fire way to draw unwanted attention to an aspect of his girlfriend that he found increasingly irresistible.  In the meantime, he’d have to be content with the thought of Claire trying to find something else to wear for their anniversary date.  

       Paul wondered with excitement at how kindly the increased fullness of his girlfriend’s figure would treat the meager supply of clothes she stored in his bedroom.  He couldn’t hear her voice anymore.  His imagination was running wild thinking of how Claire must be reacting to the now undeniable recent developments to her quite chubby figure.

       “They’re destroyed??  My ass destroyed them.. They felt tighter..  Just a little bit tighter..  I didn’t think they’d rip..  Fuck..  I just bought these!”  Claire whimpered to herself, in a less than dignified tone, while her hands explored the damage around her round fleshy tushy.  Feeling concerned, she turned her back to the mirror that she’d placed on her boyfriend’s closet door.  This was a major wakeup call.  She didn’t want to admit it, but she needed to assess the damage.  

       She subconsciously knew her sexier clothes were fitting much tighter lately than they normally did, but her mind had told her that maybe her boyfriend had just shrunken them in the wash.  After all, the normal myriad of skirts and pretty, non-restrictive dresses she chose to wear on a daily basis didn’t alert her to the changes taking place around her softening body.  She prayed the source of her current frustration was the pesky basement washing machine.  The other possibility was one she dreaded to admit.

       Peering around her shoulder, her eyes widened at what she saw.  Claire’s cheerful demeanor, which always seemed to serve her so well, finally faltered, “God.. What the hell?  Did I get fatter or something?  My butt is so big!”

       Reluctantly pulling her gaze from the mirror, Claire stared down at her body in a mix of embarrassment, shame, and a solid sprinkle of fear.  She was never one to put on weight, well..  not until recently..  She’d become so comfortable in her relationship with Paul..  Had she really let herself go that much?

       No..  She wasn’t sleeping too much lately, and she’d certainly been snacking more out of stress..  Maybe she’d put on a little weight because of how often she stayed up late studying?  Or maybe the new protein shakes her boyfriend started serving her for breakfast every morning contained too many calories for her metabolism to process..  She hoped it wasn’t the shakes because they were quite yummy.  

       Thinking a bit more deeply, her climbing weight was probably the result of the sheer amount of day’s she’d avoided the gym to cuddle with her boyfriend on the couch, drink with him at bars, or dine with him across town.

       Whatever the reason, it didn't matter anymore..  Looking down past the b-cup breasts cradled tightly by her bra, Claire could plainly see her waist had grown.  The stubbornly small bit of lower-belly pudge she’d carried since childhood had inflated into a ballooning mess of thick chub that jutted out from the waistband of her dangerously tight panties into a distinctly rounded muffin top complete with a pair of mushy love handles.  If her gut didn’t look so soft, the convex ‘outie’ navel she possessed, coupled with the roundness of her outward poking belly, would probably cause people to think she was in the mid stages of pregnancy.  

       She’d once been proud of her abs’ relative tightness and pleasing aesthetic beauty but now, as her fingers prodded her soft and squishy gut, she felt betrayed by the body she’d once loved to put on display at the beach with her friends.  Her body used to look simply magnificent tightly laced in a bikini, but now she knew she’d look awful in one.  It wasn’t fair, but somehow her breasts hadn’t grown in size, along with her the rest of her enlarged body.  Any growth in her modest bust size was clearly dwarfed by her sprawling gut, widened hips, and colossal butt cheeks.  Looking at herself now..  she felt like a whale!  

       How had she let herself go to this point?  To add insult to injury, while looking at herself in the mirror, Claire wasn’t even sure which stuck out more, her gut or her butt.  Even in high school, when she’d been her absolute thinnest, Claire’s booty sported a bit more shape than she would have liked.  As she’d gotten older her distinctly perky bottom swelled as the volume of her butt cheeks inflated ever more from the lazy lifestyle she’d embraced over the past year.  Even her once toned thighs had bulged with a soft fullness that betrayed her body’s lack of fitness.  In high school she’d once called herself a cross country athlete, now she couldn’t manage five minutes on the treadmill without becoming embarrassingly out of breath.  Even her arms, once lean and slightly toned, now appeared slightly rounded and softened with additional girth.  

       She had to admit to herself that the original outfit she had planned to wear for the night wasn’t going to fit.  She needed to figure something else out.  Heck, even her bra and tight panties looked ready to rip apart into shreds!

       She needed to buy new clothes.  Unfortunately, to do that she needed money and she’d spent the last of her cash on textbooks for the fall semester that was about to start..  

       She’d have to make do with what she had.  But what clothes did she have at her boyfriend’s apartment??  Claire opened up the drawer Paul essentially let her have in his dresser.  There were a couple different tops, a pair of white denim jeans, a pair of blue jeggings, a sports bra with some old yoga pants and an old dress she’d left here after a lovely date night she’d had with Paul back during the beginning of the summer.

       Grabbing the jeans, Claire quietly resolved to herself, “I’ll make them fit.  It’ll be no problem.  No problem at all..”

       “These should be fine.”  Claire reassured herself, as she began squeezing herself into the pants.  She normally avoided such tight clothes, but Paul always went gaga when she slipped into a tight pair of jeans.  It was a smooth process until she reached her mid thighs, that’s when the material really began to squeeze tightly against Claire’s plump legs.  As the familiar feeling of worry began to encroach on Claire’s state of mind, she tried to bargain with the pesky article of clothing, “Please.. Please fit..  If you fit, I swear I’ll wear you all the time, I promise!”

       “Ugh!  Come on!”  Claire grunted, as she forcefully tugged the back of her jeans up her chunky butt.  Her whole fleshy body was jiggling as she struggled.  It was an unwelcome reminder of just how much she’d let herself go.  As her motions became more desperate, the material around her butt seemed to grow more stubborn in its refusal to clothe her bare behind.  Claire was beginning to lose her breath just as fast as she was losing hope, “I can’t *pant* do it..  I’m too big..  Why do I have to *wheeze* have the fattest ass in the whole freaking world!?”

       “Ugh!  Uhh!  *Pant!*  Oh-my god..  Oh my god..  No..”  Claire gasped, as she realized her efforts were in vein.  Pausing to catch her breath, Clair grunted, “I can’t wear these.”

       “I got fatter.  I had too.  I’ve gotten fatter.  It’s not even funny.  My ass deserves its own fucking zip code!  I’m definitely not wearing these jeans..”  Claire rambled, as she ran her hands through her long dark hair in exacerbation.  

       “I’m so over this.”  Claire spat, as she wiggled herself out of the jeans and kicked them against the far wall in frustration.  She went back to the drawer and quickly grabbed the pair of jeggings.

       “These stretch.  They’ll just slide right up my legs.  They have to fit..”  Claire hoped, as she plopped onto her boyfriend’s bed and began the process of draping her legs into her jeggings.  All the while she was tugging the stretchy material down past her knees and toward her thighs, Claire continued to mutter, “They have to fit.  They have to..  Come on..  come on, come on!”

       There was a lot of resistance around her legs, but the downward angle she was tugging from provided her the leverage to fully cover her meaty thighs.  Her butt was the next obstacle, but the stretchy pants seemed much more spacious in covering her generously sized ass.  After a few notable and forceful tugs, Claire let out a sigh of relief, “Ahh!  Yes!”

       Sitting upward, Claire’s eyes widened, as she saw her belly completely block her view of the pant’s button.  Using her hands to find each side of the pants, she blindly tugged them together in an effort to bind them, but there was a problem.  Either the elastic nature of the pants was not stretchy enough, or Claire’s gut was just too big to contain..   Claire was less than pleased, but she still had hope while she sucked in her stomach, as much as she could, and tried buttoning them one last time, “Ugh!  Maybe not so perfect, but I can *Grunt!* still do this!”

       “Oh no..”  Claire gasped, as her doughy stomach resumed its fully bulgy shape after she took her next breath.  Her tummy was too big.

       Looking at her dress in Paul’s dresser.  Claire sighed, knowing it was the only option she had left..

…
45 minutes later..
…

       Paul could see the wheel’s turning in his girlfriend’s pretty face.  The waiter had asked a simple question:  ‘What did she want to eat for dinner?’  And it seemed Claire was paralyzed by the thought of responding.  Paul had kindly asked the waiter for a few more minutes for her to decide and the waiter left the table rather promptly after politely inviting Claire to take all the time she needed.

       There was a silence at the table while Claire stared at the menu and Paul stared at her.  To put it simply, in Paul’s eyes she looked divine.  Her long dark hair fell flawlessly across the side of her face and down across her back.  Her mellow green eyes meshed perfectly with the bright red lipstick she wore across her lovely lips.  However, her alluring face was not the only part of her that was beyond attractive tonight.

       His well-fed girlfriend had resorting to clothing herself in a stretchy but tight-fitting, off-the-shoulder red mini-dress.  The old garment fit well across Claire’s chest, highlighting her perky and pert bust.  However, it appeared highly stretched across her chubby tummy as she sat down, in particular, there was a stylish and narrow, black belt that cut across her flabby midsection just above her belly button and produced two very appealing mounds of fat while she sat.  It looked like she’d buckled the belt three notches deep, Paul’s mind wondered if she’d be able to keep it that tight as she stuffed her face with rich Italian cuisine tonight.

       While the table obscured his view of his girlfriend’s most physically attractive feature, it was still obvious Claire had a rather hefty booty.  Standing next to each other back to back, Paul was only about an inch taller than his 5’7 girlfriend, yet sitting down, she always seemed to tower above him.  Now a prudent person might attribute this to Paul’s mediocre posture, but Paul knew better.  The beefy butt cushioning his girlfriend had jutting out behind her elevated her upward whenever she was in a seated position.

       He knew he was right because he’d eyed her butt rather meticulously before they’d arrived at the restaurant.  It had grown too big for her mini dress.  Claire had to constantly tug the material down to avoid exposing her special pair of Victoria’s secret underwear she saved for special occasions.  He couldn’t wait to get his hands on his growing girl after she ate a big meal.  It truly would be a perfect night, a perfect one-year anniversary.

       Claire didn’t notice Paul’s lustful eyes checking her out.  In truth as she looked over her menu, she was pondering the waiter’s previous choice of words.  He had asked her what she ‘wanted’ to eat.  The problem was that what she ‘wanted’ to eat was far different than what she ‘should’ eat.  The battle she’d lost with her clothes earlier had made one thing clear to her.  She desperately needed to diet and start going to the gym more regularly again.  Fighting against her desires, Claire decided to do what was best for her softened figure.

       “I’m stuffed babe..  I think I filled up on bread.  I couldn't eat another bite.”  Claire pouted, as she cradled her burgeoning belly and her hands maneuvered toward the little thin black belt cutting tightly into the chub of her tummy, “Would you judge me if I loosen this belt a little?”

       “Of course not.  Be comfortable honey.”  Paul calmly responded, as he could feel his blood pumping faster while he watched Claire loosen her belt by a notch.  The frumpy little mounds of pudge the belt formed on either side of it gave way to a singly rounded bulge that was Claire’s soft belly.  He had to bite his lip to stop himself from drooling.

       “How did I get so lucky with you.”  Claire blissfully smiled, as she gave Paul her sweetest sounding thanks.

       “I got lucky with you.”  Paul sweetly countered Claire’s lovie-dovie tone with his own.

       “No you didn’t.  Look at me.  Look at this food baby!”  Claire sensitively burst, as she pinched the roll of fat that that was straining her dress around her lower belly with both hands, “I didn’t even really eat anything yet and I’m already so bloated.”

       “I think you look sexy.  Food baby, or no food baby.”  Paul assured her, as he recalled watching Claire scarf down three of the four loaves of bread that had been at their table with equally large amounts of butter and olive oil.  There was nothing sexier than watching Claire stuff her face.

       “Awe!  You’re making me blush.”  Claire squeaked, as her hands rushed from her belly to cover her face.  Paul couldn’t help but notice with growing excitement the way Claire’s chubby tummy had jiggled the moment her hands had let go of it.

       “Are you sure you’re not hungry?  We can go.  We can spend our anniversary somewhere else.  How about we grab drinks?”  Paul offered wanting Claire to feel more comfortable.

       “They serve drinks here.  We don’t have to go.”  Claire assured him, as her pretty face poked out from the cover of her hands.

       “But I’d really feel better if you were..”  Paul began, as Claire stopped him.

       “No, you’ve been planning this forever.  You even paid for the reservation.”  Claire objected to the thought of leaving.

       “I don’t want to order food if you’re not having any.  It doesn’t feel right to me.”  Paul declared, as Claire’s expression softened with joy.

       “I’ll have a salad.”  Claire reluctantly compromised, as she could feel her stomach begin to growl at the thought at more food.  The truth was she was still hungry.  She just didn’t want to make a pig of herself in front of Paul.

       “A salad?”  Paul echoed pretending that he did not hear her right, as his head tilted in confusion.

       “What?  Everything else is so expensive!”  Claire pouted, as she sought to defend her choice without revealing to Paul that her motivation for making it dwelled around how out of shape she’d let herself become.

       “You don’t have to worry about how much it costs tonight.”  Paul assured her in the sweetest way he knew how.  She seemed pleased by his kindness, so he decided to gently tempt her in the right direction, “You are hungry, aren’t you?”

       “Yeah, but I shouldn’t be..  I’ve been eating way too much lately.”  Claire explained, as she reluctantly came clean, “My clothes aren’t fitting very well recently.”

       “I beg to differ.  I think you look amazing in everything you wear.  Especially that dress.”  Paul smiled, as he eyed his girlfriend from head to toe for her to see.

       “Are you kidding me?  This dress looks like a sausage casing.  I’m getting kinda fat..  Don’t you think?”  Claire blushed, as she tugged her dress downward to keep it from riding up her thighs any further.

       “You are not fat.  You are beautiful babe.”  Paul countered immediately with a sincere expression that Claire couldn’t deny.

       “Aww!  You really mean it?”  Claire’s defeated eyes seemed to brighten with pride.  Paul always knew how to make her feel better.

       “You know it.”  Paul assured her, as he grabbed his glass of water and finished a small sip, “It’s our anniversary.  Get something good.  Why not pasta?  You love pasta.  Enjoy yourself!”

       “Alright, I wanted pasta.  Haha, you know me so well babe!”  Claire warmly smiled, as she reached across the table and gave Paul’s hand a loving squeeze.

       It didn’t take long for the waiter to return and the anniversary dinner to truly commence.  Conversation came naturally to the young couple and they were never short of topics to discuss.  Time flew by as they ordered drinks and chatted away until their food arrived.  Claire was on her third glass of red wine when the waiter placed her giant plate of pasta in front of her and her mellow green eyes lit up like firecrackers.  They were well into their food when Paul brought up a topic that sparked a rather surprising revelation.

       “So, did your professor post final grades?”  Paul inquired, as Claire finished tamely twirling another modest bite of pasta around her fork.  Paul always was enamored with the elegant way Claire devoured food.

       “Yess.”  Claire tipsily admitted a bit reluctantly, as she brought her napkin to her lips and dabbed a bit of pasta sauce away.

       “Didn’t go well?”  Paul surmised, as Claire stuck her forkful of pasta into her mouth and chewed very carefully and methodically.  She didn’t open her mouth until a moment after she swallowed every last bit of delicious pasta.

       “No.  I didn’t have enough time to study.”  Claire pouted, as she grabbed her glass of wine and took a rather hardy sip.

       “I told you taking summer classes on top of your internship would be too much on your plate.”  Paul gently chastised his girlfriend, as she seemed slightly upset.  He knew the only reason she even agreed to the internship was to save up enough money to live with him as soon as possible.

       “But I..”  Claire mumbled, as she broke eye contact.

       “I don’t need help making rent.”  Paul countered, as Claire looked up at him more firmly.

       “Yes you do.  I know things have been tight since Chris moved out.  I wanna make things easier for you.”  Claire pouted, as she momentarily put her fork down, “The more I can help you, the more free time you’ll have to spend with me.”

       “And I want you to know how much I appreciate you and everything you do for me, but I don’t want my shit getting in the way of your education.”  Paul revealed, as he let out a sigh, “It’s not fair to you.”

       “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this actually.  I think I have a solution to your roommate problem.  Well, a temporary solution.”  Claire revealed, as a subtle smile emerged from her lips.  She could tell from Paul’s face that he was all ears, so she continued, “You need a roommate to help with rent.  And I won’t have enough money saved up to move in and pay my fair share for a while yet..”

       Paul couldn’t believe she was doing a little dramatic pause to go with this whole thing, he couldn’t help but hurry her by saying, “Yeah?  So, what’s the solution?”

       “I think I found you a temporary long-term roommate!”  Claire excitedly burst, as she tried to reel in her enthusiasm, “I mean, if it’s okay with you.”

       “I don’t wanna live with any college students.  The last one turned out to be a drug dealer, remember?”  Paul dismissed Claire’s idea, but she wasn’t going to let him off this easy.  She had to make him understand.

       “She’s not a college student.  My older sister and I were talking recently..  She needs a place to stay.  Short notice.  And she’s willing to pay her fair share!”  Claire revealed, as Paul’s eyes widened with disbelief.

       “Your sister?”  Paul scratched his head, as he tried to remember the name of the sister Claire actually got along with, “Ohh, Laura?”

       “No.  Emma.”  Claire corrected him, as she awaited Paul’s response.

       “Emma!?  I thought you said she was..”  Paul began to recall all the things Claire had mentioned to him about her oldest sister in the year they’d been together.

       “I know what I’ve said about her, but she’s not that bad.”  Claire explained, as she tried to backpedal some of the previous complaint’s she’d leveed toward her older sister, “Plus, she just found out her fiancé has been cheating on her.  Soo.. They broke up and she needs a place to stay right now just as much as you need a roommate.”

       “Won’t that be weird?  I mean, she’s your oldest sister.”  Paul reminded his youthful girlfriend.

       “I talked to her already and I’m okay with it.”  Claire revealed, as her voice somehow took an even more warmhearted tone, “You’d be doing her a huge favor.”

       “Well, alright.”  Paul decided, “Anything for your family.”

       “You are so sweet!”  Claire burst, as she looked at Paul lovingly.

       “It’s nothing.”  Paul shrugged, while Claire couldn’t believe what a nice guy she’d landed.

       “No, you are always just the best.”  Claire enthused, as she leaned closer to him and tipsily whispered, “If there is anything you want me to do tonight, and I mean, anything.  Just say the word and I’ll do it.”

       “All I want is for you to enjoy yourself.”  Paul smiled, as he decided to add, “So, you better clean your plate.”

       “Haha, I know the food here costs a fortune.  I promise I won’t let any go to waste.”  Claire sexily vowed, as she quickly picked up her fork and began artfully twirling some pasta into a classy forkful.

…
Late that night..
…

       Stifling flirtatious giggles like a tipsy teenager, Claire joyfully held Paul’s hand as he carefully led her out of their Uber and into the bottom floor of his little apartment complex.  As far as apartment complexes went, his one was small and old.  There was a dirty commons with a washer and dryer in the basement, one apartment on the first floor, two apartments on the second floor, and finally one apartment, his apartment, on the third floor.  Claire was never one to complain about the steps, but he could tell from her increasingly labored breath that the journey up them was becoming more and more difficult for his ever-softening girlfriend.

       However, despite her belabored breaths, Paul had clearly underestimated how much energy Claire had left.  The moment they finally got inside his apartment and closed the door Claire was on him like butter on bread.  Her lips were firm, her passion was spirited, her tongue was ticking his own in the subtly sexy way she knew he enjoyed.  Not even thinking, Paul’s hands groped her ample behind.  It felt a lot fuller to the touch than he remembered a year ago, and the thought of Claire’s ass growing even larger sent Paul’s heart racing.

       He gently pushed her onto the couch with startling ease, and lustfully gazed at his girlfriend’s inflated figure.  The large Italian meal had done wonders for her chubby tummy.  He couldn’t hide the obvious gawking expression in his face.  He was admiring his handywork.  Claire seemed to enjoy the lust in his eyes, but nervously reached for her stomach when she realized that’s where he was looking.

       “Umm, before we continue.. I’ve got to get this belt off!  It’s way too tight.  I can hardly breath.”  Claire admitted with a bit of embarrassment in her voice.  Paul wasn’t surprised.  Compared to earlier, Claire’s belly had swollen to epic proportions.  The little belt which had been slowly loosened to it’s last remaining notch over the course of Claire’s drunken dinner and dessert, now appeared on the verge of snapping off against the pressure Claire’s stuffed tummy was putting it under.

       “Here let me help you with that.”  Paul quickly interjected, as his hands rushed to touch Claire’s stomach.  She felt firm to press against, and yet soft to the touch.  Without wasting time to indulge himself, Paul unhooked the belt and let Claire’s tummy expand into the excess space.  With a joyful breath, he knew Claire would be happy to be rid of her pesky belt.

       “You have know idea how good that felt.”  Claire nearly moaned in her drunken state.  She’d had far too much wine with dinner, but Paul would only have stopped her if she’d been on the verge of getting sick.  Paul didn’t exactly realize he’d never withdrew his hands from gently touching Claire’s belly, but she sure as heck could feel him pressing against her, so she tipsily exclaimed, “I feel like I’m going to explode!  My food baby looks like I’m full term with twins!”

       “There, there..”  Paul calmly snapped to attention and began gently rubbing Claire’s swollen tummy.

       “Oohh..  Don’t stop..”  Claire moaned, as she leaned back into the couch and let Paul massage her uncomfortable stomach.

       “Do you want anything else to eat?”  Paul wishfully asked, as Claire gave him a perplexed look.

       “I think the ice cream on the way home topped me off.  I’m not gonna be able to move if I eat anything else.  That might be a problem for sex.”  Claire hinted, as her eyes shifted from Paul’s face to his now extremely well filled out groin area of his pants, “Somebody looks horny.”

       “I am.”  Paul admitted, as his hand continued his gentle rubbing of Claire’s stomach.

       “Ugh!  Help me get this dress off.”  Claire pleaded, as Paul obliged her.

       It only took a few moments, but soon he’d freed her of the confines of her dress.  She was in her Victoria’s secret underwear now and Paul couldn’t deny that his well-fed girlfriend rocked the look, “You are so fucking beautiful.”

       “Haha, I like it when you swear like a sailor.  Take a seat.”  Claire demanded, as Paul sat next to her and she struggled to her feet.  Paul helped by pushing against her beautifully big butt once she’d raised it off the couch.  Now standing, Claire wasted no time in removing Paul’s pants and underwear.  In excitement, Paul removed his shirt, while Claire flung off her panties, but left her bra on.  Checking each other out in anticipation, Claire hornily chirped, “Looks like you’re sailing at full mast.  Mind if I come aboard?”

       Paul was so tongue tied in the face of Claire’s beauty he didn’t even have a moment to scream ‘hell yes’ before Claire hungrily mounted him over his lap.  He was sandwiched between her two hefty thighs now, and as she slid into place, he couldn’t hide just how amazing it felt.  The primal desires within the two lovers took over.  Claire began to grind, hump, jiggle and shake atop Paul’s lap as her belly pressed firmly against Paul’s and his hands reached around to feel her booty’s buns of jello.  As he gave her a lustful squeeze, her new mass kept him completely pinned.  Claire sped up her pace, as her breath began to sound labored.  The couch was squealing loudly well before Paul, but even so.  He could only resist her womanly temptations for so long.

       “Oh my god..  Honey!”  Paul surged, as the weight of his girlfriend sent him to places, he never wanted to return from.

       “*Pant*  I love you!  Happy anniversary babe!”  Claire bellowed, as she decided to give Paul a few more minutes in paradise for good measure.

 

[GetThiccer]

Always great to see another collaboration between you guys. Really looking forward to seeing where this goes!

[swahilimonkfish]

You guys are The Beatles of WG. Seriously amped for this

[boss frond]

good news!!!

[berserker1]

Chapter 2- Hurricane Emma

       As the succulent aroma of freshly cooked bacon tantalizingly filled the apartment, Paul lovingly made some finishing touches to Claire’s special breakfast.  For her main dish, he’d fashioned six eggs, four pieces of cheddar cheese and four large pieces of perfectly sizzled bacon into an oversized omelet of champions.  However, he didn’t stop there.  Since his pudgy girlfriend had stayed up rather late last night celebrating with him in bed, she’d received far more ‘exercise’ than was usual for her.  As such, Claire was sleeping rather soundly despite the fact he’d been able to hear her stomach growling ever so demandingly after he’d woken up.

       Anticipating her ravenous hunger, Paul popped the now freshly toasted bagel out of the toaster and slathered it with extra butter until it was positively dripping with the stuff.  Placing it carefully next to Claire’s plate full of warm omelet, Paul knew he wasn’t done.  He loved watching Claire methodically stuff herself silly and he wanted to ensure her cravings were satisfied in every way.  She had such a graceful way of eating, it was proper, it was polite, and it was measured in pace but definitely not in quantity.  She had such an intoxicating aura around her.  He couldn’t wait to watch her pudgy form indulge in his little surprise.  Earlier in the morning his first thought was to make her a large ‘protein’ shake to go with her meal, but he decided this breakfast deserved something more special.  

       Moving methodically, Paul placed two chocolate donuts to the side of her plate to feed his growing girlfriend’s budding sweet tooth.  He’d picked the large donuts up from the Amish bakery down the street half an hour ago and he didn’t regret the extra effort for a second.  Claire’s mind was going to be blown at how perfectly he’d crafted this breakfast.  

       Last night Claire’s engorged stomach and softly pampered body had really made his wildest dreams come true.  She was everything he’d ever thought he wanted from a woman and he wanted her to know how much he appreciated her for it.  The sex last night had been hot, it had been steamy, and Claire had looked so delectably chubby!  

       What had he done to warrant such good luck?  He couldn’t stop replaying it in his mind even though deep down he knew it was time to rouse Claire from her beauty sleep.  As Paul worked up the motivation to pick up Claire’s heavy plate along with a large glass of milk to serve her breakfast in bed, Paul’s attention was suddenly turned to a loud noise at his apartment’s door.

       Three knocks pierced through the living room and kitchen area of his apartment.  It was only 10:30, so Paul couldn’t help but wonder who could be at his door this early?  As he headed over to the old wooden door, he figured it must have been one of his neighbors.  It was his best guess.  It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been troubled for the proverbial ‘cup of sugar.’  Then again, what if Claire’s vocal enjoyment of last night’s festivities had been too loud?  Could somebody be knocking to complain about their amazing sex?  

       The neighbors who lived under his bedroom in b2 were probably not ones to complain since he normally heard them going at it every other day.  Maybe the couple in apartment b3 were knocking to complain?  He wouldn’t put it past them.  They were a bit older than the rest of the residents in the apartment.  Deciding to bite the bullet, Paul took a few more steps and promptly swung his door open to address the cranky old geezers.

       “Hell-o?”  Paul’s voice let slip an involuntary inflection that betrayed the profound, but welcome, surprise his eyes were treating him to.  Expectantly leaning against the railing of the stairs in front of him was not an irritable elderly couple, but a young woman of breathtaking beauty.

       “Hey.”  The vociferous vixen loudly replied in a bored tone.  Sizing her up, Paul could tell after a split second that her incapsulating appeal stemmed from something more than her bright blue eyes or her short dark red hair.  Her beauty was an unconventional one.  

       He could spy she was wearing a leopard printed tank top underneath a punky jean jacket along with a pair of striped shorts that ended around her mid-thigh.  Where her shorts ended, her long fishnet socks began and covered the young lady’s shapely legs down to her edgy pair of spiky high heels.  There was something about her, it was hard for Paul to put his finger on it.  

       It wasn’t just the clothes she was wearing..  Was it the way she was wearing them?  With such clear comfort and confidence?  This girl was something else, maybe a girl-next-door type?  Or perhaps more of a real-life diamond in the rough?  At the very least, it would be doing her justice to say she looked like a living breathing piece of art.

       As if unsatisfied by his thoughts, or more likely, the awkward moment of silence beginning to emerge between them, the young lady crossed her arms across her trim waist and burst in an impatient tone, “don’t you know it’s impolite to keep a girl waiting?”
   
       “Who are you?”  Paul managed to ask, as he gathered that this girl was a bit shorter than him, probably around 5’4, but her height was rather deceptive because of her high heels.  She certainly wasn’t one of his neighbors.  He never would have forgotten this girl’s face.

       “Haha, don’t you see the family resemblance, roomie?”  The spunky mystery lady smiled, while she struck a flamboyantly girly pose.  Paul could feel the wheels turning in his head.  Come to think of it, she had a bit of a facial resemblance to Claire.  He was about to ask her to clarify when she impatiently burst in an excited tone, “So, where’s Claire-bear??”

       “Claire-bear?  Wait, you’re Claire’s sister?”  Paul wondered in disbelief.  Claire had told him that Emma was different, but this wasn’t what he’d expected.  She’d also told him that her older sister was arriving in a week, not right now!  How had Emma even gotten into the apartment?  The downstairs door was always locked, unless one of his neighbors let her in.

       “Surprised?”  Emma mused, as she tilted her head and her eyes scanned Paul up and down.

       “Ugh, no I just thought you were arriving next week.”  Paul responded trying to think if his apartment was looking presentable enough to invite her inside right now.  He’d planned on cleaning up before she arrived, but now it looked like that idea was shot.

       “Claire must have misheard me.”  Emma dismissed him, as she tried to poke her head over Paul’s shoulder to get a look inside of his apartment, “Is she in there??”

       “Still sleeping.”  Paul kindly answered, as he leaned on the side of his doorframe and blocked Emma’s view of his apartment.  It was pretty messy.  He didn’t want her to get the impression he was a slob or anything.

       “This late?  Oh well.”  Emma shrugged, as she flared out her nostrils and took a few noticeably quick sniffs, “What’s that smell?  Breakfast!?”

       “Umm, yeah.”  Paul slowly stammered, as he looked back toward his kitchen and worried that Claire’s breakfast might be getting cold.

       “Coolio.  I’m starving.”  Emma enthused, as Paul refocused his attention on her just in time to feel her push past him and scurry into his apartment.

       “Wait, excuse me.”  Paul muttered, as he noticed Emma making her way into his kitchen area.

       “You’re excused.”  Emma joked, as she turned around mid-stride and fanned her nose mockingly.  

       She’d been so engrossed solely by looking at the big plate of food on the table that she completely missed processing the look of the apartment, until now.  Slowly widening her gaze and spinning around, she seemed to spontaneously rectify her mistake.

       The place was modest in size.  She was standing in the living room/kitchen area and noted that most of the hardwood floor was covered in one large rug.  It looked a little cheap in quality, but it had a sick celtic design and some faded blue highlights around its boarder.  There was a nice TV stand, a shitty looking coffee table, and a comfy looking sofa with a few notable rips on the far arm of the chair.  

       There was bedroom door a few feet down from the refrigerator.  An open bathroom door back toward a tiny hallway.  Around the walls of the place there were a series of cheap looking drawings seemingly placed in no coherent order. Emma couldn’t just ignore it, “Okay, we are gonna have to redecorate because I don’t think I can survive all the cheap ass artwork on the walls.”

       “I drew those.”  Paul bit his tongue, as he tried to not take offense.  First, she’d invaded his apartment and now she was attacking his drawings?  What was with this girl?

       “Oh, you drew all these??”  Emma exclaimed clearly caught off guard.  Changing her tone to something clearly fake, but substantively more cheerful, she squeaked, “What a cool hobby!”

       “It’s not a hobby.”  Paul quietly muttered, as Emma moved closer to inspect one of his drawings more closely.  It was a drawing of city hall, and she had to admit that it seemed very good.  Lacking in color, but very detailed.  

       “Woah, you’re not bad.”  Emma admitted, as she gave Paul a reluctant complement before reverting to her previously spunky tone, “but I still wouldn’t mind seeing a bit more color on the walls.”  

       “I’m better at drawing people.  But yeah, we can reorganize some stuff so that you’re more comfortable.”  Paul kindly offered, as Emma seemed almost uninterested in his concession.  He watched as she took off her jean jacket and tossed it on the rug by his coffee table.  She was really making herself at home, wasn’t she??  

       As she adjusted her leopard printed tank top and perked her head up to smell the bacon odor in the air, Paul noticed two things.  First, her attention was clearly firmly back on Claire’s big plate of breakfast.  And second, there was a noticeable difference between the sisters.

       Emma’s boobs were far fuller than Claire’s, which was rather eye catching because Claire had to be at least fifty pounds heavier than Emma!  While Claire was a tall soft-framed pear shape with a weighty behind, Emma was a shorter, tough looking hourglass with larger breasts.  He wasn’t trying to check her out, but the contrast was striking.  Either way, his attention snapped back to reality with the next words out of Emma’s loudmouth.

       “Damn!  This is what I call a breakfast!”  Emma burst excitedly, as she waltzed over to the kitchen table and grabbed Claire’s plate to Paul’s immediate horror.

       “Hey, that’s for..”  Paul began to object, as he watched Emma quickly move the plate from the table to the countertop in front of his microwave.  He wanted to stop her, but something had him transfixed.  Maybe it was the way she confidently leaned her butt against the cabinets and turned her taut waist to the side so she could reach the contents of the plate with both arms, but more likely, Paul’s hesitation truly became cemented once Emma sloppily shoved aside the knife and fork he had left for Claire.

       Paul watched speechlessly while Emma, in a quick surge of activity, sloppily rolled up the stuffed bacon and cheese omelet with her hands and plopped it between the two butter-saturated bagel halves to make a truly ridiculously oversized breakfast sandwich.  He never thought she’d fit that calorific monstrosity into her mouth, which is why his jaw dropped when she forced a hugely messy bite into her mouth somehow.  His dumbfounded expression was again sustained, when Emma began speaking almost immediately after she’d started chewing.

       “So, gotta admit.  You’re not what I expected.”  Emma managed to mutter with her mouth so full Paul thought her cheeks might explode with cheese.

       “Excuse me?”  Paul questioned, as he struggled to hear the words awkwardly squeezing by the food Emma was chewing in her mouth.

       After spending a few extra seconds to chew and swallow her massive first bite Emma loudly rephrased her previous statement, “You don’t really look like Claire-bear’s type.”

       “What’s Claire’s type?”  Paul doubtfully wondered.

       “Goodie-two-shoes.”  Emma chirped before sinking her teeth into another oversized bite of Claire’s breakfast.  Watching her go, it was hard to belief that she was related to Claire.  His girlfriend hardly ever ate something with her hands when she had the option of a knife and fork, and yet here was Emma, who seemed to prefer getting her hands messy.  Then there was the speed with which Emma was eating.  Claire always took her time, and yet Emma was rushing like she hadn’t had a good meal in weeks.  Paul was astonished.  Claire never would talk with mouth full or eat so sloppily.  Claire was pristine, Emma was.. a slob.

       “What’s that supposed to..”  Paul began to ask, as he sensed Emma was throwing a little shade his way.

       “Where’d you two meet again?”  Emma blurted between big bites, as she mercilessly cut him off.

       “At a bar I used to work at on University avenue.”  Paul answered honestly, as he tried to keep up with this odd conversation.

       “Oh right, you were that ‘hot bartender’ she told me about.”  Emma said with a smile and punctuated with a suggestive wink.

       “She said that?”  Paul muttered a little surprised.

       “I’m paraphrasing.”  Emma shrugged, as she managed another big bite of Claire’s breakfast.  With her cheeks full of food again, she proudly admitted, “I added the ‘hot’ part.”

       “Oh, umm..  Thanks?”  Paul hesitated, as he felt an odd sensation.  Was Emma flirting with him?  It kinda felt like it.  Maybe his face gave his concern away, because once Emma swallowed her food, her volume blasted loud again.

       “Gees Paul!  Don’t look so flustered!  I’m just busting your chops!  Can’t you take a joke?”  Emma teased, as Paul wasn’t sure he got the joke.

       “Haha, good one.”  Paul laughed anyway.

       “I know.”  Emma smiled, as she picked up her breakfast sandwich to continue munching and talking, “So, Claire-bear told me you’re turning twenty-six in October?”

       “Yeah, on the 18th.”  Paul nodded, while he began to feel a little transfixed on the way Emma was eating.  He loved watching Claire eat because of how slow and methodical she was, but Emma’s approach to eating was.. blitzkrieg!

        “So, you’re twenty-five?  And Claire-bear is what?  21 now?”  Emma mumbled, as she continued working through what remained of the massive omelet sandwich.

       “Yeah?”  Paul nodded trying to figure out where Emma was going with this.

       “Quite an age difference there don’t ya think?”  Emma pointed out in a concerned, yet playful sort of way.

       “It’s only like, a four-year difference.”  Paul calmly defended himself.  Maybe she didn’t like him, or maybe she was trying to get a rise out of him.  Either way, she was making him feel a bit uncomfortable.

       “Four and a half, but who’s counting?  Age is just a number, right?”  Emma appeared to joke, as she hungrily stuffed what little remained of the bagel and omelet between her lips.

       “Right.”  Paul gulped.  He couldn’t believe she’d eaten that whole thing.

       “So, tell me Paul.  What bar you work’in at now?”  Emma mumbled, as she joyfully picked up one of the chocolate donuts Paul had placed on Claire’s plate and began stuffing it into her mouth.  She got about a fourth of the donut into her mouth before she bit it off and chewed the large morsel she’d taken.  Paul tried to hide his growing interest in her gluttony and keep his mind on their conversation as best he could.

       “Actually I’m not a bartender anymore.  I’m a.. freelance artist at the moment.”  Paul reluctantly admitted.

       “At the moment?”  Emma raised an eyebrow, as she munched away at the scrumptious donut.

       “Still trying to figure out if living off my art is a viable career option.”  Paul self-consciously explained.

       “Let me save you some trouble, it’s not haha!”  Emma burst, as she bellowed out a genuine belly laugh.

       “It’s what makes me happy.”  Paul justified, as Emma got herself under control once she recognized she might have upset him.

       “You know what?  I’m sorry for laughing.  I can respect that.”  Emma sincerely expressed, as her tone turned to what Paul considered serious for the first time.  Letting out a knowing sigh, Emma revealed, “I made a ton of money in accounting since college, but if I’m being honest.  I fucking hated that desk job.  So many stupid rules.  It was always the same shit day in and day out.  Quitting that hell-hole has been the one good thing that’s come out of my fiancé being a two-timing cheating son of a bitch.”

       “I’m sorry you’ve..”  Paul began to try and comfort Emma now that he sensed an air of vulnerability to her.

       “Don’t be sorry.  I’m not.”  Emma stopped him, as her voice regained its former strength and confidence, “It’s batshit insane how happy I am right now.  That omelet was banging!  And this donut is fucking heaven!  You sure you aren’t a chef?”

       “Cooking’s a hobby.”  Paul smiled, as it felt good knowing she appreciated the meal he’d spared no expense in preparing.

       “Amen to that.  That’s a quality I look for in a roomie.”  Emma happily said with a wink.  This time, as Paul watched Emma’s antics, he didn’t feel so uncomfortable.

       “I mean we are not gonna be roommates.  You’ll have the front bedroom all to yourself.  Wanna see it?”  Paul offered kindly.

       “After breakfast.  I’m in no rush.”  Emma shrugged her shoulders, as she tilted her head and wondered, “So, how much you expecting to make a year being a freelance artist?”  

       “Umm..  I don’t know.  15 or 16 grand?  I’m just starting out so it will be a little low for a while.”  Paul frankly admitted.

       “Wow, so dating a cute little ivy league prospect is a real good investment for you long term.”  Emma voiced with a suspicious look toward Paul, as she put the last bite of her first donut into her mouth and blissfully savored the chocolate taste.

       “Claire’s not an investment.  She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”  Paul honesty countered Emma’s accusation.

       “You’re a sweet talker.  You know that?”  Emma chirped, as she licked her chocolaty fingers clean.

       “It’s the truth.”  Paul insisted, as he watched the way Emma’s tongue greedily wrapped around her fingers to ensure every possible scrap of chocolate was consumed.

       “I believe you.  I can see why Claire likes you so much.  She’s a sweet little angel, isn’t she?”  Emma sweetly admitted, as she sent Paul an angel-face to mimic Claire.

       “She is.”  Paul nodded, as he felt quite skeptical of Emma’s expression.

       “I’m just letting you know up front..”  Emma began to declare, while her voice growled into a more protective tone, “that I’m not.  You better not do anything to hurt her while you’re living with me or you’ll regret it.  Understand?”

       “You don’t have to worry about me.”  Paul assured her, “I love her.”

       “Good answer.”  Emma barked, as she reached over to the table, grabbed Claire’s glass of milk and took a drink only to hurriedly turn toward the sink and loudly spits it all up, “*Psstthh!* Fuck!  What is this skim milk?!”  

       “Yeah, Claire doesn’t like whole-milk.”  Paul responded, as he tried to conceal his perplexed expression.  He couldn’t believe Emma’s messy behavior, but what was stranger to him was that he was kind of enamored by it.

       “Well, do you have any REAL milk?  I’m dying of thirst.”  Emma groaned impatiently, as she literally tapped her foot.

       “In the fridge.  Top shelf.”  Paul motioned, as Emma turned toward the fridge, bent over and began digging through the mess of condiment bottles on the top shelf.  It’s not like Paul was trying to check Emma out, but her butt was right there.  He wanted to know for simply academic purposes if she had the same type of bottom that Claire possessed.  

       The answer was ‘no.’  Claire’s ass stored a lot of excess fat in her butt cheeks and maintained more of a heart shape.  Emma’s butt had more of a bubble-butt look.  It had some size to it, but it looked far firmer than his soft girlfriend’s.  Paul almost flinched when Emma pulled herself away from the fridge with a large carton of milk in hand.  The last thing he wanted was to be caught checking out the ass of his girlfriend’s 26-year-old sister.

      “I can’t stand that skim shit.”  Emma grumpily revealed, as she unscrewed the cap, brought the bottle to her mouth, heaved the heavy carton of milk upward and proceeded to drink directly out of the carton!  Paul felt like his brain was about to explode watching this!  Was she marking her territory or something?  Was she trying to mess with him?  Was she always such a slob??  

       He had so many questions, but the biggest one had to be why he found her display so difficult to ignore.  What she was doing was gross, but oddly attractive.  As she made her 4th or 5th loud gulp, Paul’s eyes wandered toward Emma’s rapidly expanding stomach.  When she’d walked in her waist had looked like a twig, but after stuffing her face with egg, bread, bacon, cheese, donuts and whole milk she had a pretty obvious food baby bloat going on.  If her stomach were any fuller, it might just burst!  

       He quickly diverted his eyes from Emma’s swollen stomach when she put the carton of milk down with a boisterous, “BBURRRRPPP!!!!”

       Wow.  Claire had never burped like that in front of him.  Emma didn’t even pardon herself.  She was smiling?!  Was she proud of herself?  Paul couldn’t make heads or tails of it, but something did worry him.  Maybe it was ogling Emma’s stuffed stomach, or maybe it was the face that she’d made eye contact with him during that burp..  but Paul had a problem brewing beneath the waistband of his baggy pajama pants.  A big problem.

      “You’ve got milk, but no beer??  You and I are gonna have to do some shopping later.  I’ve just been through a breakup.  I wanna get DRUNK.”  Emma continued, while she acted like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

       Paul had no idea how to even respond.  He didn’t want to draw attention to himself.  He needed a break.  A second to collect himself.  Unfortunately, a creaky noise from the far hallway dashed his hopes.  It was the sound of the old wood floor bending under Claire’s pampered weight.  Oh shit, Claire!  He’d almost forgotten she’d been sleeping!  He needed to get himself under control right away!

       “Emma??”  Claire’s voice groggily called out from the end of the hallway, as she slowly began to make her way to the main room.

       “Claire-bear!  You’re up!  I was just getting acquainted with your boyfriend!”  Emma excitedly belted, as she rushed into the hallway to get a look at her little sister for the first time in over a year.  However, what she saw didn’t meet her definition of ‘little.’

       As Emma looked over her sister, she tried to recall if Claire had always had such broad hips.  She looked so.. wide.  And since when had her torso ever been thicker than her thighs?  The girly cartoon kitten pajama’s Claire was sporting looked stretched to the limit trying to contain her noticeably fuller figure.  Emma couldn’t believe it, Claire looked like she’d ballooned into a chubby behemoth of soft flesh!  

       Where had all that fat come from??  Claire was always so skinny!  She was the skinny sister!!  Laura was the fat sister!  And she was the hot sister!  Claire was totally destroying the dynamic they’d had going on since childhood!!  Emma couldn’t censor the first thought that came to her mind, “Oh-my-god what has he been feeding you??”

       “Feeding me?”  Claire nervously echoed, as the sisters entered the main room and Claire gave Paul a concerned look.  Paul had readjusted his posture to conceal his ‘problem,’ but he tried to convey with his expression that he thought Emma was crazy to say something like that.

       “You’re huge!”  Emma burst, as she stepped between the couple and began slowly encircling her younger sister, inspecting her like one would if they were bringing cattle to market.  She shook her head disapprovingly at the way he sister’s thighs had rounded with fat.  She nearly gawked at the pudgy love handles that caused Claire’s shirt to ride up.  Her belly had really budged outward in size, it was more apparent as she rounded Claire’s profile from the side.  And then there was Claire’s butt.  Since when had her little sister’s ass transform into a blob of excess fat??  With an overt squeeze of her sister’s chunky butt, Emma continued her tirade with a chastising, “When was the last time you got some exercise?”

       “Every day!  I walk all over the place!”  Claire defended herself, as she took a step to the side and sent her hands backward to cradle her big bottom and defend it from Emma’s judgment.

       “Waddle is more like it.”  Emma doubted, as she continued eyeing her sister’s enhanced frame.  Claire now looked like a girl built for sitting and eating rather than moving and exercising.

       “Stop it.  I know I’ve put on some weight, but it’s not that bad.”  Claire self-consciously wined, as she looked to Paul for approval, but Emma abruptly blocked him by sticking her face in Claire’s way.

       “I think you’re fatter than Laura now.”  Emma gushed in a teasing fashion, as she poked Claire’s doughy midsection.  Emma wasn’t actually sure about that, but she knew comparing Claire to their fat sister would annoy her gloriously.

       “Ah!  No, way!  I am not!”  Claire argued in a childish manner, as she tried to shoo Emma’s prying hands away from her bloated belly.  There was no way she’d gotten THAT big.  Emma was just doing what she always did, causing trouble.

       “With this gut?  I beg to differ.”  Emma countered, as her gently prodding and poking turned into a firm grab of Claire’s roll of lower belly fat and a teasing jiggle of Claire’s flabby tummy, “You got a real jelly belly going on!  Sure you ain’t prego?”  

       “I’m sure!”  Claire burst, while her cheeks began to burn.  She couldn’t stop herself from blushing deeply in embarrassment.

       “Damn.  Then looks like you’re the ‘big’ sister now!”  Emma continued to playfully tease her younger sister.  Paul, meanwhile, was watching this whole clash with great interest.

       “Am not!”  Claire roared, as she bit down on her lip and stomped her foot down like a child.  The loud noise it produced from her heavy weight almost proved Emma’s point in and of itself.

       “Right, cause I’m still bigger where it counts.”  Emma lauded, as her hands abandoned Claire’s widened form and clung to her own bigger breasts.  Paul’s eyes followed Emma’s hands only for Emma to catch his gaze while she turned her head toward him.  Looking at Paul and offering a wry grin, Emma teased, “My heart Paul.  I’m talking about my heart.  It’s not polite to stare at a girl’s breasts.”

       “I wasn’t..”  Paul stammered, as he tried to keep his cool.  He’d been so zoned out fantasizing about the way Emma was handling Claire..  He’d let his guard down.  He prayed Emma wouldn’t notice the budding physical manifestation he had going on for how sexy he found this whole interaction playing out before him.

       “Kidding!  Gosh, you both need to lighten up.”  Emma claimed, as she turned her attention back toward her chubby sister, “Especially you Claire.  What is with your hips??  You give birth recently?”

       “Emma!”  Claire protested in a serious tone.  She’d had enough of this.

       “I’m just teasing.”  Emma sighed, as she took a more serious lighthearted tone, “But you are looking heavy sis.  You gotta hit the gym or eat a salad or something.  Cause your butt looks like it gave up the fight.”

       “Okay I get it.  Not all of us can have your crazy metabolism.  Quit rubbing it in, I just wanna eat my breakfast, I’m starving.”  Claire vented, as she pushed past her sister and gazed at the kitchen table only to see it empty.  Feeling victimized, Claire softly wondered, “Where is it?  I smell bacon.”

       “Emma ate it all.”   Paul accused, as Claire’s hefty body swung with a ripple of jiggles right back toward her sister.

       “Emma!!  You didn’t!”  Claire cried out in annoyance.  She’d officially reached her limit for her sister’s bullshit.

       “I don’t know what he’s talking about.”  Emma countered playing dumb, as she slyly walked past her sister and Paul, and picked up the lonely donut she’d left on the counter by Paul’s microwave.  Holding her peace offering upright, Emma proclaimed in a guilty fashion, “I left you a donut.”

       “Just one donut?”  Claire growled at her older sister, as her stomach rumbled at the sight of the chocolaty morsel.

       “On second thought, judging by how tight your pj’s look, I think you’ve had enough donuts lately.  Better let me have this one too.  I’m doing you a favor Claire-bear!”  Emma playfully justified her excuse to consume the last bit of the once massive breakfast.

       “Drop it!  That’s mine!”  Claire threatened, as if she was letting out a war cry.  In a rush she leaped at Emma, but the older sister nimbly rushed away to safety.  Claire gave chase as best she could, but after a moment they were just doing laps around the coffee table.  Paul didn’t know what to say or if he should get involved, so he just watched.  It was so sexy watching Claire begin to slow down despite her desire to catch Emma.  And Emma’s stuffed stomach was nothing to scoff at either.  Since no eyes were on him, he took a quick second to readjust himself and his waistband to best hide what he had going on below the belt.  Just as he’d finished, Claire started breathing a little heavy from the pointless chase and bellowed, “*Pant* Come here!”

       “Haha, I bet Laura could catch me slow poke!”  Emma teased, as she darted out of Claire’s grasp once again.  Claire looked infuriated by that comment.

       “Paul!  Grab her!”  Claire huffed in desperation, as Emma’s latest change in direction had placed her right within Paul’s reach.  Not even thinking, Paul quickly nabbed Emma in his clutches despite her attempt to rush away from him.  He was gentle, but firm.  Locking Emma into a full nelson hold.

       “*Pant*  Phew!  Thanks babe.”  Claire wheezed, as she struggled to catch her breath.  Maybe Emma hadn’t been blowing things out of proportion, she felt seriously out of shape.

       “Haha!  Noooo!  Let me go!”  Emma squealed in Paul’s clutches.  He was stronger than he looked, her feet weren’t even touching the ground!  Deciding the physical battle was lost, Emma resorted to her words, “Claire, I swear I didn’t eat your breakfast!”

       “For someone who didn’t, you sure have a full belly!”  Claire growled, as she pinched her sister’s full stomach.  It felt firm and taut.  Totally not a fat tummy.  Clearing her throat, Claire proclaimed in a vengeful fashion, “This isn’t fat.  This is my breakfast!”

       “I’m sorry, it was a long drive this morning and I didn’t eat breakfast.”  Emma pouted, as she seemed to admit defeat.  Looking back at Paul, Emma added, “Paul never said a thing about it being your breakfast.”

       “I did.  You ignored me.”  Paul defended himself with a quick lie.  He suspected Emma might try and throw him under the bus.  He’d been ready this time.

       “Hahahaha!  Woops!”  Emma laughed clearly buying Paul’s fib.

       “Whatever, just give me back my donut you fatass!!”  Claire demanded, as she reached for her chocolaty treat.

       “No!  Hypocrite!  You’re the fatass!  You’ll have to pry it from my cold dead hands!”  Emma melodramatically vowed, as she managed to wiggle and maneuver the donut out of Claire’s reach while Paul tried to keep her still.

       “That can be arranged if you keep calling me names.”  Claire playfully threatened, as Paul sensed the sibling rivalry was real.  He wondered what Claire was doing, as she rolled up Emma’s shirt enough to expose more of her full stomach.

       “Hippo!”  Emma burst calling what she thought was Claire’s clear bluff.

       “Hold her tight Paul.  It’s time for tickle torcher!”  Claire threatened, as Paul felt Emma attempt to seriously break free of his grip. Claire knew Emma hated being tickled.  It was her best weapon against her.

       “NO!!  Paul let me go!  I’m double-parked!  I gotta load my stuff inside before the Uhaul gets towed!”  Emma yelled in desperation, as Paul dropped her before Claire could get her hands on her.

       “You’re double parked??”  Paul exclaimed in surprise.  Why had she been so calm earlier if she needed to move her truck?

       “Yeah!  Come help me!”  Emma yelped, as she slapped the donut into her sister’s hand and then jogged hurriedly out of the apartment door and started down the steps.

       “In a minute!  I need him for a second!”  Claire called after her older sister.

       “Just hurry!”  Emma responded, as she rounded the corner of the steps and started down the second-floor hallway.

       Now that Paul had a moment alone with his girlfriend, he felt comfortable asking, “Be honest.  Is Emma adopted?”

       “Haha, no.  Why?”  Claire smiled, as she victoriously grabbed a napkin from the kitchen table and used it to cradle her donut.  She didn’t want to make a mess and leave any crumbs in the apartment.  Before taking a bite, she asked, “Having second thoughts about letting her move in here?”

       “No.  She’s just.. different than I expected.”  Paul admitted.  Among other things, he’d figured someone who just broke off an engagement would be more choked up about it, “Did she tell you she was coming this morning?”

       “Of course not.  Welcome to hurricane Emma.”  Claire sighed, as she couldn’t hold herself back from taking a little bite of her donut.  After quickly chewing it and swallowing, she added, “Just wait till she starts singing in the shower.”

       “Anything else I should know about?”  Paul wondered, as he watched Claire wipe her lips with her napkin.

       “I’ll make a list for you.”  Claire sarcastically answered although she didn’t really provide the proper inflection.

       “Oh boy.”  Paul muttered thinking she was serious.

       “Kidding.”  Claire added realizing her mistake.

       “Haha,” Paul chuckled, as he eyed his girlfriend munching on another piece of lovely donut. After she’d wiped her mouth, Claire’s expression changed.

       “Umm, before you start helping her outside.  Can you get the scale out of your closet?  I need to weigh myself.”  Claire blushed, as she avoided eye contact and instead looked at her donut a bit guiltily.

       “Sure, but why do you want the scale?”  Paul wondered playing dumb.

       “To see how much I weigh.  You heard Emma.”  Claire muttered sounding dejected.  She’d been avoiding the scale for a long time, but she knew it was time to face the piper.  Yesterday with her clothes and today with her sister, she needed to know how much she had let herself go.

       “She wasn’t being serious though.”  Paul tried to comfort her, as he went to the bedroom closet and searched for his scale.  He did his best to keep the scale hidden and out of reach, but clearly it was something that was still in Claire’s mind.  When Claire had finished her donut, she joined Paul in his search.  After a few quick minutes and more than a few attempts by Claire to organize Paul’s messy closet, they found the scale.  Biting the bullet, Claire had Paul put it on the floor and quickly stepped on.

*196*

       “Oh my god..”  Claire’s gasped, as her hands leapt to her mouth in horror.

       “It’s not so bad.”  Paul tried to console her.

       “Oh-my-god!”  Claire repeated seemingly in shock.

       “Honey, it’s okay!”  Paul told her a little louder.

       “No, it’s not.  Why didn’t you tell me that I’ve packed on 60 pounds since we started dating?!”  Claire burst feeling disgusted with herself, “No wonder Emma said all those things..  I look disgusting!”

       “I’m with you all the time, I didn’t notice it was that much.  You are so beautiful I don’t care if you’ve gotten a little heavy.”  Paul tried to assure her.  He was desperate to ease his girlfriend’s worries.

       “60 pounds is not a ‘little’ amount of weight.”  Claire told him, as she grabbed her tummy like Emma had earlier and shook it for him, “Look at my tummy!  Emma was right, I look prego!”

       “You have a cute tummy!  Not to mention the cutest belly button.”  Paul assured her, with a loving touch to her outie.

       “Haha, stop it.”  Claire giggled at his touch before using her hands to grasp her big butt cheeks and complain, “But most of the weight isn’t in my tummy.  I need to diet right away.  No more donuts..  I need to get back into the gym.  You deserve the best of me, I’m sorry I’ve been so lazy lately.”

       “Don’t be sorry.  I love you just the way you are.”  Paul sincerely expressed.

       “Then you’ll love me even more when I get back in shape.”  Claire smiled feeling Paul’s support empower her.

       “You don’t have to do that for me.”  Paul tried to add not wanting Claire to go on a diet.

       “I want to.  For you and for me.”  Claire explained making up her mind.

       “Okay, I’ll be as supportive as I can.”  Paul nodded trying to sound supportive but feeling quite dejected.

       “Thank you, you’re the best babe.”  Claire chirped, as she wrapped her arms around Paul and gave him a very tight hug.  With a twinge of worry, he could feel her soft body pressing against his.  Halting her hug and darting her hand toward Paul’s groin, Claire double checked what she’d just felt, “Oh my..”

       “Sorry.”  Paul blushed not knowing how to explain himself.

       “Why are you SO hard?”  Claire gushed, as his mind raced for an answer.

       “You just turn me on so much!”  Paul blurted, as he wanted to avoid explaining why watching Claire bickering with her sister had been so arousing to him, “I better go help your sister with her luggage.”

       “Not with that in your pants you’re not!  Come here.  Let me help you.”  Claire urged, as she ushered Paul to lay down on his bed with his legs hanging off the side.

       “What are you..”  Paul began to ask, as Claire yanked down his pajama pants and knelt her soft body onto the floor between his legs.

       “My sister ate my breakfast, remember?  I’m famished.”  Claire seductively reminded him, as she began giving him a little massage and eying up her dessert.

       “There is ice cream in the fridge.”  Paul softly joked, while what Claire was doing to him felt fucking amazing.

       “I’m trying to lose weight now honey, besides I’ve got a hunger for something a little warmer right now.”  Claire hornily spoke, as her soft body leaned forward and she wrapped her mouth around the source of Paul’s problem.

       Paul let out a moan, as Claire lowered her mouth and began pumping herself slowly from base to tip, her tongue flicked around his tip and she began sucking harder and harder with each satisfying motion.  Paul moaned a little louder, as his loving girlfriend got into the familiar groove she’d found last night as well.  As his enjoyment continued, his hips involuntarily buckled while he remembered the look of Claire’s face when Emma was poking and prodding her chubby body.  

       Claire had been so embarrassed.  Maybe having Emma move in wouldn’t be so bad if she continued teasing Claire like that.  It was probably the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed.  Then again, if it weren’t for Emma’s teasing, Claire might not have vowed to go on a diet.  What was he going to do with all the junk he had in his fridge if Claire wasn’t going to eat it?  Who was he kidding, judging from the way Emma had scarfed down breakfast, she’d eat everything in no time flat.  He still couldn’t get his mind off of the way she’d stuffed her face with that omelet, or guzzled that milk straight from the carton, or made eye contact with him as she’d let out that monstrous burp.

       “Ahh!”  Paul groaned, while his hands involuntarily wrapped around Claire’s head.  She sucked even harder in response to his enthusiasm.  Helpless from what was happening, he unintentionally pulled her hair, which only motivated her further.  As his moans of pleasure broke into a gasp of bliss, Claire felt Paul beginning to twitch in her mouth, followed shortly after by the warm sticky treat she’d been waiting to gulp down her throat.  While she was mentally thanking the fact that she didn’t have a gag reflex, Paul was left to justify his profound climax on the thought of Emma slobbishly burping at him.  It had been an accident, right?  It didn’t mean anything..

       Right?

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Chapter 3 - Too Good to Be True

 As the morning light began to produce a mild glow in the cloudy sky, the sound of rainfall pitter-pattered atop the dilapidated roof of the downtrodden apartment building.  The relaxing sound was a welcome relief to Claire’s ears.  Last night, she’d fallen asleep to some awkwardly loud sex noises that pounded into Paul’s bedroom from the noisy couple living below them in apartment 2b.  

       As she began to stir, the peaceful quiet of Paul’s bedroom soon gave way to the gentle rustling of covers.  Claire rolled to the side of the bed as quietly as she could to grab her phone.  Tapping the screen and checking the time, Claire couldn’t believe it!

*5:59AM*

       It was amazing!  Somehow, she’d done it again!  She’d woken up a minute before her alarm was set to go off!  A week ago, when she’d first done it, the experience had been a welcome surprise.  She hated waking up Paul with her alarm.  Since he was such a peaceful sleeper, she hated ruining it for him.  With a quick swipe of her finger she disabled her alarm and let out a quiet yawn.  

       Her morning spin class was set to start in an hour.  She’d only made three out of five classes last week and she was determined to make all five this time.  No excuses.  She needed to get out of bed and get ready.  

       Quietly digging herself out from under the covers, Claire softly rolled out of bed and stumbled sleepily toward Paul’s closet.  After her wardrobe difficulties three weeks ago, Claire had convinced Paul to let her store a larger array of clothes at his apartment.  In fairness, it hadn’t taken much effort to convince Paul.  He was always so supportive.  Especially recently with her diet.

       Joining weightwatchers had been a big change for her, but also for Paul.  He’d had to learn dozens of newer recipes to cook for her and he had to change his normal grocery shopping habits to accommodate Claire’s new dietary needs.  She was thankful for his support, but she also felt a bit guilty.  Her diet was interfering with how they usually had fun.  She’d cut drinking pretty much cold turkey and Paul didn’t like to drink alone.  Their weekly restaurant dates had largely stopped, since apparently low point options seemed to be hard to come by in the culinary sector of the birthplace of America.  

       However, despite all the changes, Claire and Paul still found ways to enjoy their time.  They walked around downtown together.  They watched their TV shows together.  They were never short on finding engaging topics of conversation, and the sex was still wonderful.  Everything was going great, except for one thing.

       Despite her efforts to stick to weight watchers and attend the gym more regularly, even as she stared at herself in the mirror right now, Claire couldn’t notice a big difference in her body.  Sure, the scale told her she’d lost 5 pounds so far, but she’d been kind of hoping for better results.  Her clothes didn’t really fit any better.  Her tummy still looked big and flabby.  Her butt hardly felt any less round and jiggly.  What did she have to do to lose some serious poundage??  What was the secret?

       Trying to calm herself down, Claire quietly creeped out of Paul’s room and snuck toward the kitchen to grab herself a banana for breakfast.  However, before she even passed by the bathroom, she could hear a noise coming from the main room of the apartment.  At first, she thought her sister was awake and watching TV, but after blinking away the blurry vision from her eyes, Claire could see that the noise she was hearing stemmed from two sources.  The first was repeating music on the TV.  It looked like Emma had left her DVD of Titanic on its menu screen all night.  The second was her older sister’s annoying snoring.  She was loud even when she wasn’t awake.

       As Claire’s eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, what she saw horrified her.  For starters, the apartment was a bigger mess than usual!  Her sister’s clothes were clearly discarded all over the place.  There was a jean jacket on the kitchen chair, a tank top on the oven, shorts on the floor, a sock on the TV stand, and leggings hanging from the back of the sofa!  But that wasn’t the half of it!

       On the coffee table, there was an opened, and empty, domino’s pizza box with two slivers of stale crust lying next to it on the table’s surface.  They weren’t on a plate.  They were crummy, greasy and laying right where they shouldn’t be, next to the remote.  And of course, there were the multiple empty beer bottles all thrown about in no logical ordering on the poor coffee table.  Claire counted six in total, no.. seven.  There was one on the carpet too.

       Stepping onto the carpet and looking at the culprit, Claire glared at her sister.  Emma was passed out asleep on the couch in nothing but a bra, panties and what appeared to be one of Paul’s flannel shirts that he’d been keeping in his box of winter clothes toward the back of his closet.  How had Emma gotten her hands on it?  

       Claire wanted to contemplate the possibilities, but she didn’t have time right now.  She had to clean this up before Paul saw it!  Her boyfriend and older sister had gotten off on the wrong foot three weeks ago.  She knew tensions between them were a little high, while they adjusted to living under the same dilapidated roof.  

       Paul’s main complaint about Emma was that she took up a lot of space and made it difficult for him to get comfortable working on his art.  She hogged the bathroom.  Sang loudly in the shower.  Didn’t clean her dishes or pick up after herself.  When she was in her bedroom, she was blasting music.  And when she was in the main room, she was hogging the couch and the TV.  The only time she would leave the apartment was to pick up food she’d ordered or to pick up a case of lionshead beer from the store down the street.  He kept finding the distinctive puzzle caps freaking everywhere.  It appeared Emma couldn’t get enough of them.

       While Claire completely understood where Paul was coming from, she couldn’t help but feel bad for her sister.  She couldn’t imagine what her sister was feeling since splitting up from her longtime lover.  However, judging from Emma’s anti-social behavior these past three weeks, Claire could guess that Emma wasn’t feeling very well.  It was obvious she was depressed.  Claire had even tried to offer her sister some help, but Emma was way too proud to admit anything was wrong.

       Something had to change.

       Claire looked upon the dirty dishes her sister had left in the sink and rushed to clean them.  Once she’d polished off everything in the sink, her attention turned to Emma’s clothes.  She grabbed every last far-flung garment of clothing and folded them neatly on the arm of the sofa.  Then she grabbed the pizza box and managed to squeeze it into the trash can along with Emma’s leftover crust.  After shutting off the TV, she rounded up the empty beer bottles and tossed them in the recycling bin.  With the coffee table finally free of clutter she could wiped it down and clean off any crumbs or bits of crust that remained.  Finally satisfied with the look of the apartment, Claire turned her attention to her sister.  She looked cold.

      Grabbing a blanket from her sister’s even messier room, Claire was about to toss it on her sister when she noticed something.  A few things actually.  The most obvious thing to Claire was the smudge of pizza sauce that Emma had on her lower lip.  Claire was able to skillfully lick her finger and wipe off the smudge from her sister’s skin without waking her up.  Emma was a heavy sleeper.  She’d even bragged about sleeping through a fire drill in college.  Feeling that everything was finally clean, Claire was about to give Emma the blanket, but her eyes couldn’t help but notice the rather auspicious bulge in her sister’s tummy.

       Her sister was no stranger to overeating and wasn’t immune to the occasional food baby, but this was something different.  Something softer.  Something..  a little fuller.  Nothing significant, but Claire was sure her sister looked a little thicker around her midsection.  Served her right for all times she’d criticized Claire’s weight.  If Emma wasn’t careful, she’d start to have a little pot belly going on down there.  Now that would be karma!

       Snickering to herself at the thought, Claire gently lay the blanket upon her sister and decided to leave Paul a little morning note before she left for the gym.  Judging from the time she’d wasted cleaning; she knew she’d be late to her spin class.  Maybe she could go to the gym again tonight to make up the lost time?

       After Claire took the trash down the stairs to the dumpster and headed off to the gym, the apartment remained quiet for the next few hours.  Paul was the next person to awake from his sleep.  The rain had stopped, but they day remained a cloudy mess.  Paul didn’t want to get out of bed, but he was craving some coffee.  Looking to his side he had to admit that it was always a little bit sad to wake up without Claire next to him, but since her semester had started, he’d gotten more and more used to it.

       Making his way to the kitchen, Paul could tell Claire had done some cleaning before she left.  Clothes were folded, dishes were done.  The place looked spotless, well.. except for Emma sleeping on the sofa again.  As Paul ignored Emma and looked toward his coffee maker, he noticed a note next to it.  He couldn’t help but smile once he spied it was Claire’s beautiful handwriting.  After carefully reading it, he threw the note into his back pocket and got started with answering Claire’s request.

…
20 minutes later..
…

       Something was in the air.  Emma’s stomach gurgled, as she realized her body was wrapped in a blanket. Coming to her senses but still feeling tired, she tried to guess the scent gracing her sense of smell.  Her headache made it hard to decipher, but she was certain chocolate was nearby.  

       “Mhhhh..  What is that smell?”  Emma cooed, while her eyes remained stubbornly closed.  Her nose bristled with each subsequent curious sniff she took, and her voice continued, “Is that.. Chocolate chip pancakes?!”

       “Correct.”  Paul’s voice responded rather quickly, while Emma unintentionally flinched.  For some reason she’d expected her sister’s voice, not Paul’s.  The surprise of hearing him so close caused Emma’s eyes to dart open the instant the noise stopped coming out of his mouth.  

       Coming to her senses in a quick fashion, Emma saw that Paul had taken a seat on the coffee table in front of her.  While she had to admit that her sister’s boyfriend was pleasant to look at, he was much closer to her than she felt comfortable with.  Especially after what she’d found in his closet last night when he’d been on a walk with her sister.  Not wanting to reveal her significant doubts about his long-term viability as her sister’s boyfriend, she withheld her feelings and resolved to wait for the right moment to ascertain the truth.

       “For me?”  Emma innocently wondered, as she spied three plates beside Paul on the table.  One looked empty with some left-over syrup skid marks and a chocolaty knife and fork.  That one was probably Paul’s breakfast.  The larger plate was piled high with no less than four large pancakes, it had a see-through Tupperware container over it, probably to preserve their warmth.  And then there was a smaller plate, presumably hers, with two large pancakes, a nice glob of butter slathered in the middle, a large bottle of maple syrup to the side and a tall glass of milk to its side.

       “Correct again.”  Paul smiled, as he lifted up her plate and offered it to her.

       “What’s the catch?”  Emma skeptically asked, as she poked her arm out from under her blanket and shakily rested the plate against her stomach while she remained prone on the couch.  This was most unexpected.  Paul normally left her alone unless she was in his way.  Had he found out she’d been snooping through his stuff?  There wasn’t any way she could find out without giving herself away.

       “What?  There is no ‘catch.’  I made you breakfast.”  Paul replied seemingly perplexed by Emma’s apparent lack of gratitude, “You’re welcome.”

       “You trying to fatten me up?”  Emma unexpectedly burst, as she raised an eyebrow.  Paul looked calm and cool on the outside, but Emma couldn’t see that internally he was taken aback by the suggestion.

       “No!  But.. I was wondering if we could talk.”  Paul revealed his intentions, as he shook off Emma’s comment.  It was weird she’d suspect him of something like that out of the blue like this, but he had just made her a rather hardy breakfast.  He had to assume it was just Emma being Emma and nothing more sinister.

       “I’m listening.”  Emma expectedly voiced in an impatient tone, as she wrapped her hands around her plate and sat upward.

       “Well..”  Paul began, as he tried to keep Claire’s letter in mind.  However, his attention turned, as Emma sat upward, to the blanket formerly covering her upper body falling downward to her waist.  The fact Emma’s large breasts were contained by nothing but a meager bra was eye-catching, as was the bit of bloating or softness he detected around her stomach area, but what really sent alarm bells going off in the back of his mind was the unbuttoned flannel shirt she had on..  Could it be the same shirt he used to conceal..  No..  Their was no way..  Paul’s voice immediately broke with worry, “Umm..  Where did you get that shirt??”

       “I found it, duh!”  Emma annoyingly sighed, as she avoided meeting Paul’s eyes and instead grabbed a pancake with her bare hands and rolled it up like a French crepe.  She poured some syrup on it before taking a sizable bite.  As she chewed, she finally met Paul’s eyes.  She was giving him a weird look.  Paul needed to know..  He couldn’t be comfortable unless he knew..

       “Umm..  where did you find it?”  Paul inquired, as he desperately hoped Emma hadn’t been digging through his bedroom closet.

       “It was under the couch I think.”  Emma lied with a smile.  Paul was clearly on high alert now.  She needed him to calm down if she wanted to ascertain the true intensions he had for her innocent little sister.  As her eyes narrowed on Paul’s, she took another bite from her pancake to fill the silence.

       “Okay, whatever, look.”  Paul shook his head in relief.  He’d been so worried she’d found his stash that he’d happily take her response as a bullet dodged.  In relief, he got back on track with Claire’s request, “Claire asked me to make you breakfast and see if you’re okay.  This isn’t the first time we’ve found you passed out on the couch drowning in empty beer bottles and pizza boxes.  Are you okay?”

       “Just haven’t been sleeping well.  Last night was probably the worst so far.”  Emma admitted, while she continued chewing.  Paul had clearly bought her lie.  She’d lull him into a false sense of security and then get the truth out of him.

       “Nightmares?”  Paul wondered in a considerate tone, as he faithful tried his best to follow Claire’s wishes.

       “No.”  Emma spat, as her mouth tore into the pancake once more.  The truth of her poor sleeping habits recently was rather complicated, and she was sure she didn’t want to get into it with Paul right now.

       “Is something wrong with your bed?”  Paul curiously asked wondering if there was something he could do to help.  As his concern remained on helping Emma, in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but marvel at the way Emma ate her pancakes.  He’d known better than to give her a knife and fork by now.  Somehow, he knew she’d eat the pancakes with her hands.  As she dipped her rolled up pancake into the syrup again, he wasn’t disappointed by the way she lavishly opened her mouth wide for the coming treat.  How she fit the whole amount of the remaining pancake into her mouth, Paul didn’t know.  She seemed to really savor the taste of food and filling her mouth to capacity.  It was an attractive quality that Paul had to admit Claire didn’t share.

       “My bed’s a little big but it’s fine.”  Emma reluctantly answered Paul’s question in a dismissive sounding tone.  Her mouth was full when she talked, so Paul wasn’t totally sure if his questions were bothering her.  He decided to hold off on his follow up questions while he watched her reach for her glass of milk and take three large gulps before clearing her throat with a rather large, “*Bwwarrp!!* I think my room’s a problem.  It’s too fucking hot.”

       “You.. have an air conditioner.”  Paul pointed out doubtfully, as he tried to ignore how oddly attractive he found Emma when she burped like that.  He had to remain focused.  Emma’s complaint didn’t make total sense to him.  As she began rolling up her second pancake in the same fashion as her first, he suspected she was hiding something.

       “And my room’s too quiet.  I hate quiet.  I need something on in the background otherwise I go crazy.”  Emma continued with a bite of her second pancake.

       “You know turning on your air conditioner would solve both of your problems, right?  The revolutionary thing about air conditioners is that they are cold and loud.”  Paul countered in a straightforward, if a little condescending, tone.

       “Oh, yeah I knew that.  I just..  I didn’t think of..”  Emma stuttered, as she realized she hadn’t put enough effort into her excuses.  Paul wasn’t buying her bullshit.  If she wanted to lull him into that false sense of security, she’d have to give him some truth now.  Bursting more sincerely, Emma reluctantly admitted, “It’s lonely, okay?  I don’t like sleeping alone, I’m not used to it, okay?  The beer has been helping me relax and the pizza has been helping me soak up the beer so I don’t get sick.  There is a method to my madness.”

       “You’re more than welcome to hang out with Claire and..”  Paul offered sensing Emma had just given him the true reason for her pouty behavior over the past few weeks.  He wanted to console her but before he could finish his thought, she countered.

       “Do I look like a third wheel?  I don’t think so.  I don’t want any pity invites from you two.  I don’t need help making friends.”  Emma pouted, as she stubbornly began munching on her pancake.  She hadn’t wanted the conversation to go this way.

       “How are you going to make friends if you never leave the apartment?  Have you even been looking for a job?”  Paul asked, as Emma seemed annoyed by his persistent questions.

       “I don’t need a job yet!  I still have money.”  Emma argued sounding a little heated, as she whined, “Besides, I don’t want new friends.  I want my old friends..”

       “Huh?”  Paul reflexively uttered, as he didn’t follow Emma’s logic.

       “Let me break this to you slowly.  My friends were my ex’s friends first.  So now that we are over, they can’t really be my friends anymore.”  Emma revealed, as Paul got the gist of what she was saying.

       “That sucks.”  Paul admitted trying to find some common ground with Claire’s obstinate sister.

       “Yeah it does.”  Emma agreed, as she chewed through another bite of her breakfast.  Paul sensed it was probably the right moment to press her a little further and get to the bottom of her troubling coping habits.

       “Is.. umm..  Do you think your breakup has something to do with what’s keeping you up at night?”  Paul reluctantly inquired, as he braced for an irritated response from Emma, but it didn’t come.  Instead she looked rather dismayed.

       “For sure.”  Emma admitted, as she grabbed her cup of milk and took a few gulps without a burp this time.

       “Wanna talk about it?  I understand if you don’t want too.  But talking about it might make you feel better.”  Paul offered still holding out hope that he could do what Claire asked and help Emma feel better.

       “I think you’re actually right.  Let’s talk.”  Emma agreed to Paul’s surprise.

       “So..”  Paul began not wanting to overstep his bounds, “How long were you two together?”  

       “Six years..”  Emma sighed, as her eyes seemed to gloss over at the same time her voice seemed to weaken, “Haha, six years but I guess I never really knew him.”

       “What do you mean?”  Paul responded out of real concern.  Emma’s voice didn’t just sound a little sad.  She sounded a little, vulnerable.  Finishing off the last of her second pancake, she proceeded to respond to him with her mouth full again.

       “You see he was a liar.  Kept secrets.  But not major secrets.  He was the perfect guy on any given day of the week, but if he didn’t want me knowing about something, he’d hide it from me.  It was usually stuff that didn’t really matter, betting money on a sports team, getting skipped over for a promotion at work.  I think he wanted to spare himself the embarrassment of telling me.  Either way, he got good at hiding, I got good at seeking.  When I dug up anything he’d been hiding, I wouldn’t rub it in his face.  I didn’t want to make him feel bad.”  Emma paused, as she momentarily broke eye contact with Paul, “And then I found out that he cheated on me with another girl.  I might have been able to forgive him when it counted, but he would rather lie than take responsibility for his actions.  I’m such an idiot for wasting so much time on him..  He was too good to be true.”

Paul didn’t know what to say.  It made sense now why Emma was acting out recently.  But how could he make her feel better?  He wasn’t a therapist or anything.  Her honesty left him a little speechless.  He did manage to notice that Emma was looking at the remaining pancakes on the coffee table.  He was going to offer them to her, but she beat him too it.

       “Do you want more?”  Emma wondered hoping the answer was no, while she pointed at the remaining four pancakes.  She needed more comfort.  This conversation was stressing her out and she knew it was only going to get more stressful as it continued.  Paul seemed stumped.  That false sense of security had been bridged by her frank honesty.  Now was the time to begin testing the waters.

       “No, have as much as you want.”  Paul warmly responded, as he handed Emma the remaining four pancakes and the bottle of maple syrup.

       “Thanks.  My family likes to joke that I’ve got two stomachs, but really, I’ve just got my dad’s metabolism.  Laura and Claire take after mom.”  Emma mentioned sounding a little more cheerful, as she continued her process of rolling up a pancake, drowning it in syrup and then forcing large bites into her mouth.  After her first bite, she exclaimed in a purposeful tone, “Mhh!  No wonder Claire got so fat.  Is this what she normally wakes up to?”

       “Umm..  Not normally.  Maybe for special occasions.”  Paul admitted, as Emma’s question had him backpedaling, “I just try and make sure she’s happy.”

       “You sure know how to treat a girl.”  Emma noted pretending to be impressed, as her voice sounded more calculated than before.  She continued, “Claire was right.  You’re a real keeper.”

       “She said that?”  Paul perked up, as Emma’s eyes remade contact with his own while she ate.

       “No, but it’s written all over her face.  I think she’d do anything for you.  Haha, she totally wants to have your b**s.”  Emma chuckled clearly trying to get a rise out of Paul.

       “You.. think so?”  Paul hesitated.  Try as he might, he couldn’t help but flinch at her suggestive statement.  She’d turned the conversation on him.  He realized it now.  They’d been getting somewhere, somewhere that made her uncomfortable and now she was changing the subject.  Paul couldn’t believe he’d let Emma off the hook so easily.  He made a mental note to try and get back to the topic of her ex.

       “Probably.  You’re all she talks about.”  Emma slyly mentioned, as she munched on more breakfast while she judgingly exclaimed, “I honestly thought she might be pregnant when I moved in.  She’s always had those wide birthing hips, but she’s grown so big in the gut and butt.  Although, I bet if she was really pregnant her tits would fill out more like mine.”

       Paul couldn’t help but let his eyes follow Emma’s hands as they temptingly moved to her breasts and gave their full glory a sultry squeeze.  

       “My eyes are up here Paul.”  Emma mentioned authoritatively, as Paul brought himself back to attention and resumed eye contact.

       “I’m sorry I was just..”  Paul stammered trying to excuse himself.

       “Do you see you two tying the knot sometime in the future?”  Emma talked over him, as she seemed almost on a mission with her line of odd questioning, but Paul couldn’t figure her game out.

       “I hope so.  She’s the love of my life.”  Paul honestly said.  Judging by Emma’s face, it wasn’t the answer she was expecting.

       “You really are a sweetheart.”  Emma praised him, as her tone didn’t align with the concerned look on her face.  Paul was trying to figure her out when she slyly jabbed, “Not bad for a.. rebound guy!”

       “I am not a rebound guy!”  Paul bitterly objected, as his eyes looked at Emma with suspicion, “Claire, told you about that?”

       “Sure did.  I didn’t know she met you the same day Tom dumped her.  Pretty sweet how you didn’t card her at the bar.”  Emma mentioned in an accusatory fashion.

       “She was crying.  She seemed like she needed a drink.”  Paul responded defensively.

       “I bet, getting her drunk sure made it easy to take her home with you.”  Emma teased, as Paul wasn’t enjoying whatever game she was trying to play on him.

      “We didn’t have sex that night.  She was throwing up, it was my fault, I gave her too much.  I was just trying to take care of her and do the right thing.”  Paul promised, as he felt he needed to call out Emma for this unprovoked attack on his character, “What’s with you?  If you’re trying to say something, just say it.”

       “Is it true you drew her a picture to cheer her up?”  Emma asked deciding it was time to light the fuse and watch the bomb go off up close.

       “Yeah, she framed it.  It’s in her dorm.”  Paul responded still unsure of what Emma was getting at.

       “Do you draw a lot of pictures of my sister?”  Emma asked knowingly, as Paul froze.

       “No..  Not really..”  Paul mumbled, as his eyes suddenly matched that of a deer caught in the headlights.  A troubling shock of fear caused the hair on the back of his neck to perk up.  Trying to smooth over his inner discomfort, Paul continued, “just that one pretty much..”

       “Huh, interesting.”  Emma condescendingly hummed, as she locked onto his guilty eyes and tilted her head to the side with her next purposeful question, “Are you..  SURE about that?”  

       “Yes.  I’m sure.”  Paul answered more forcefully this time.  He didn’t know what Emma was doing, but she couldn’t know about his personal stash of art he kept in the back of his closet in the box with his winter..  clothes..

       “Is it the only picture you’ve drawn of her?  Or is it the only picture you’ve drawn of her.. that she’s seen??”  Emma questioned more intently, as Paul sensed the horrifying truth.  Emma was onto him.  She knew.

       “You didn’t find that flannel under the couch did you.”  Paul bit his tongue, as his heart pounded with an anxious palpitation.

       “No.  It was buried deep in your closet.  Same place I found these!”  Emma burst, as her hand dug between the couch cushion and the arm of the couch she was leaning against.  In a swift moment she pulled out a folder of extremely personal art that Paul knew all too well.  With an angry expression on her face, Emma demanded impatiently, “Wanna explain yourself?”

       “Oh those!  Haha, I was just practicing drawing different body shapes.”  Paul lied trying to dismiss Emma’s accusatory tone.

       “Really?  It sure seems like you spend a lot of time drawing my sister as one certain body shape in particular, FAT!”  Emma roared, as she opened the folder, and tossed a drawing of her sister at him.  He remembered drawing this one toward the beginning of the summer.  He’d wanted to see what Claire would look like even bigger, so he aimed to draw her at 220lbs.  He’d drawn her in minuscule lingerie that completely failed to contain the softness of her enlarged figure.  As his eyes guiltily returned to Emma’s, she hissed, “Don’t lie to me.  Are you some kind of perverted chubby chaser?”

       “Umm.. no I wouldn’t say that at all..”  Paul responded completely insulted by Emma’s accusation.  He knew his attractions were not conventional, but he hadn’t done anything wrong!

       “Then why’d you fatten up my sister?”  Emma accused, as Paul felt flutters in his heart once again.

       “Woah!  What?  I didn’t!”  Paul tried to deny, as he wished this was somehow just a bad dream.  

       “The jig is up Paul!  Stop playing dumb!”  Emma roared, as she leaned forward on the couch and poked his chest with her finger in an accusatory manner.

       “What is your problem with me?  This is nonsense!”  Paul tried to defend himself and deflect Emma’s hurtful words.  He was overwhelmed with fear.  His biggest secret had been blown.  He never thought someone would find out like this!

       “My problem with you?  You made my sister fat and I don’t know why!  Either you’re fattening her up so other guys at her rich school won’t steal her, or you’re some manipulative liar with a predatory sexual appetite!”  Emma accused showing no sympathy, “Either way, I couldn’t sleep last night cause I knew it would break my sister’s heart to know she’s dating a lying freak!”

       “I’m not a liar and I’m not a freak!”  Paul drowned out Emma’s voice with the infuriated volume of his own.  He wasn’t going to take this lying down, not anymore!  Despite his clear irritation, Emma didn’t seem willing to back down from her attack.

       “Did you tell Claire what was in those ‘protein’ shakes you give her?  I found your recipe.  Shall we read it.”  Emma meanly spoked, as she pulled the piece of paper out of Paul’s folder, brought it up toward her face and read it loudly, “1 cup of heavy cream, ½ cup plain full fat Greek yogurt, 1 scoop of vanilla protein powder, 3 scoops of vanilla ice cream, 1 frozen banana, 1/8 tsp ground cinnamon, ice as needed.  I’ll admit it sounds delicious, but also fucking fattening!  How much do you make her drink these!”

       “I haven’t forced her do drink anything she hasn’t wanted!  She hasn’t even had one of my shakes since she started her diet!  I made one for her a few months ago and she liked it so much she asked me to make it for her again.  And again.  And eventually it kind of became a morning thing.  Ask Claire.  She’ll tell you it’s the truth.  Besides..”  Paul honestly proclaimed, as he tried to clarify things for Emma, but she wasn’t buying it.

       “Stop trying to worm your way out of this!  Don’t pretend like you’re not guilty!  I caught you red handed!  You can’t tell me these drawings of Claire are just an exercise!  It looks like porn!  Fat porn!  Not art!  And you can’t tell me Claire getting so fat was just coincidental!  Don’t lie to me!”  Emma growled, as she desperately didn’t want her sister to make the same mistake she’d made with her ex.

       “I’m telling the truth!”  Paul pleaded.

       “Bullshit!  Lie to me one more time and I’ll tell my sister everything!”  Emma threatened, as Paul couldn’t take it anymore.  He couldn’t believe he was hearing this, but Emma wasn’t stopping, “I’ll call her right now and show her all this if you don’t start giving me the fucking truth right now!”

       “No!!  No!  Please, you don’t understand!”  Paul relented, as he knew he couldn’t turn back time and prevent Emma from finding his stash.  He wasn’t ready to tell Claire about his secret attraction.  He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her because of his weird libido.  He had to get Emma to understand the truth.  He needed her to be on his side with this.  Even if it wasn’t easy to admit, he had to make her understand the truth, “Okay, Claire doesn’t know about my preferences..  And I’m so scared to tell her, because I don’t know how she’ll take it.  I’ve never told anybody this..  I do have a fetish..  but it’s not as bad as you are making it out to be.”

       “I was actually hoping you were trying to put more meat on her bones so other guys wouldn’t want her!  You’re telling me that you’re using my sister as a guanine pig for your.. sick fetish?!  That’s 100 times worse!”  Emma gawked, as her face mirrored the disgust in her voice.

       “If Claire was just a guanine pig, why would I be helping her diet??  If I’m some freak with a predatory sexual appetite why am I supporting, her when it’s not what I’d prefer?”  Paul swiftly countered, as Emma’s self-righteous outrage seemed to wane.

       “I.. haven’t figured that part out yet.”  Emma admitted.  On the surface, she knew Paul was a great guy.  He was attractive, attentive to her sister’s needs, intelligent despite never attending college and very kind.  She’d sensed he was too good to be true, just like her ex, it’s why she’d gone snooping through his stuff.  But Paul made a good point.  

       She couldn’t exactly prove he’d done anything against her sister’s wishes.  She’d always suspected her sister might let herself go once she got comfortable in a relationship.  She just seemed the type.  Maybe Paul wasn’t completely full of shit.  He had, after all, let her move in with him on extremely short notice.  Maybe he’d earned enough time for her to hear him out.  She was skeptical, but her burning anger had simmered down just a little bit.

       “I love Claire, and I love that she’d put on some weight, but I will always want what’s best for her and support her in every way I can even if it doesn’t bring me the same joy it brings her.”  Paul said in a heartfelt tone, “Love is sacrifice.  I’d give anything to make her happy.  Don’t pretend that you know me just because you found my outlet for all this shit I have inside my brain!  You don’t know what it’s like and you don’t know what you are talking about when you accuse me of all this shit!”

       “Then educate me.”  Emma demanded, as she crossed her arms under her busty boobs and waited impatiently.

       “What?”  Paul echoed not sure he’d heard right.

       “Make me understand.  And then I’ll decide if my sister needs to know about all this.”  Emma declared.  She figured hearing him out was the least she could do after violating his privacy so brazenly.

       “Umm..  Okay.”  Paul nodded, as his mind raced with how to broach this issue.

       “What are you waiting for?”  Emma hummed sensing the discomfort in Paul’s eyes.

       “I’m not sure how to start.”  Paul admitted, “I’ve never talked about my preferences to anybody.”

       “Why not?”  Emma wondered with suspicion.

       “You know how some guys find themselves drawn to blondes, and some girls prefer taller guy’s or guy’s with muscles?”  Paul begin, as he looked uncomfortable.

       “Yeah.”  Emma nodded.

       “People can talk about those preferences openly and nobody will think of them differently for it.  But, for some reason being attracted to girls who’ve gained a few pounds isn’t normal.  If people knew the truth about what I like they’d think something is wrong with me.”  Paul explained, as he punctuated his point by saying, “Look how you reacted.”

       “True.  But it is pretty wrong.  I mean, liking fat isn’t normal.  It’s unhealthy.  And wanting someone to be fatter just to satisfy your weird lust is just..”  Emma started defending her previous outbursts, as Paul cut her off for a change.

       “What is normal then?”  Paul seriously asked, as he added, “There are people out there who literally get off to getting spanked!  Or getting tied up!  Isn’t that weird?  Isn’t that a little wrong?”

       “Being into kinky stuff isn’t the same as getting off to someone’s fat!”  Emma argued, as she thought about it for a second before continuing, “At least, getting spanked or getting tied up makes sense.  It can be kinky to work in a little role play or submission into sex.”

       “Being attracted to someone getting fatter makes sense to me.  It can be kinky too.”  Paul countered, as Emma’s eyes widened with disbelief.

       “But fat isn’t sexual!”  Emma responded in a confused tone.  Paul had to count his blessings, at least she wasn’t sounding hateful anymore.

       “Well it is for me!”  Paul proclaimed, as he thought about how best to put it.  Gathering his courage, he continued, “I’m not going to say fat sexuality can’t be riddled with power imbalances and predatory behavior.  I think for some people fat, desire, shame and sex are a rat’s nest, that are hopelessly tangled together.  But I don’t think that being attracted to fat is necessarily something deviant or dangerous.”

       “Are you kidding me?  Fat is unhealthy, it’s ugly, it’s..”  Emma began stammering in disbelief.  She couldn’t belief Paul was so serious about this.

       “Beautiful!”  Paul butted in and finished Emma’s thought in a way she wasn’t expecting, “It’s not ugly or dirty.  Just because someone is fat doesn’t mean they are that unhealthy.  A person’s health is not solely determined by their size.  Thin smokers develop much worse health problems than a typical fat person.  For crying out loud, there are fat people who run marathons!  Could you run a marathon??”

       “Probably not.  Is that true?”  Emma wondered in disbelief.

       “I’m not bullshitting you.”  Paul urged, as Emma seemed very confused.

       “Would you think Claire is attractive if she wasn’t fat?”  Emma asked for more academic purposes rather than anything accusatory.

       “Claire is not that fat, but to me her beauty extends beyond just her body.  I won’t lie, I’m more attracted to her now, physically, because she’s gained weight.  But even when she was skinny, I thought she was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.  She is the sweetest, most caring girl I’ve ever met.  Who she is as a person is what is truly beautiful to me.  I find her fat beautiful too, but even if she loses that fat, I’ll never stop appreciating her beauty.”

       “If you like fat so much why don’t you leave Claire out of it and just get fat yourself?”  Emma posited in a way that betrayed her naivety toward the world of fat fetishes.

       “I prefer to see others gain weight.  The thought of getting fat myself doesn’t interest me.”  Paul explained in a teacher-like manner, “It’s a preference basically.  It’s why I’d probably be classified as a ‘feeder’ rather than a ‘feedee,’ or a ‘gainer,’ or a ‘chubby chaser’ or ‘FA’ or something like that.”

       “FA?”  Emma repeated with a perplexed look on her face.  Now she didn’t seem to be negatively judging him, she appeared lost, but actually trying to understand.

       “Fat admirer.”  Paul frankly answered.      

       “How is a feeder different from all the shit you just said?”  Emma asked trying to make sense of everything Paul was dumping on her.

       “Umm..  I’ll try to keep it simple.  Feeders want to feed their partners and kinda get joy in watching their partners eat and grow fatter.”  Paul began, as he tried to dumb down these terms for someone who was an outsider to the fetish, “Feedees want to be fed.  Gainers find their pleasure in getting fat.  Fat admirers are not as interested in the change from fit to fat as feeders are but prefer to, more generally, bask in the beauty of BBWs and SSBBWs.”

       “BBW?  SSBBWs?”  Emma echoed wanting definitions.

       “Big beautiful women and supersize big beautiful women..”  Paul revealed, as Emma’s face seemed a little grossed out by his response.  He decided to go all in and just lay everything out there, “And beyond those, there’s stomach play, squashing, inflation..”

       “Stop.  This is too much.”  Emma raised her hands and signaled for Paul to stop, “How long have you liked this stuff?”

      “As long as I can remember really.  When I was two or three, I used to draw bears with large stomachs.  When I was four or five I was drawing people with big bellies.  Growing up I was really interested in movies involving fat characters or characters getting fat, like the scene in Mean Girls where Regina George is fattened up and called a fatass at the lunch table.”

       “That’s attractive to you?”  Emma raised an eyebrow, while she recalled the scene in her mind.

        “Well..  yeah.”  Paul admitted, as he elaborated, “Look.  I feel like I was born like this, attracted to fat people.  I’ve wondered why I’m like this because it is not super normal I guess.. but I love it.”

       “Why?”  Emma desperately wanted to know.  She wanted this to make sense.  She could tell Paul wasn’t a bad person.  She knew in her heart that he wasn’t going to hurt Claire.  She just wanted to understand why he had this weird attraction.

       “The thought of seeing a girl let herself go just gets me.”  Paul shrugged, as his tone became very sincere, “But the thought of a girl letting herself go because of what I’m feeding her..  That’s like a drug.  I’m addicted to the scenario.  Especially if the girl would be into it too.”

       “Why would any girl be into that?”  Emma judgmentally burst, as she regretted the tone of her voice, but couldn’t exactly control her guttural reaction to this stuff.

       “Think about it almost like an addictive drug.  It’s that kind of way feedees feel about being fed.”  Paul explained, as Emma watched the enthusiasm with which he described it with a perplexed awe.  Looking at Emma’s plate, he was surprised to see there was only one pancake left.  In their heated words, he hadn’t noticed she’d continued to eat the whole time.  Still, one pancake would be enough to make his point.  He grabbed the remaining pancake and rolled it up as Emma had done.  Emma observed him silently, it was like she’d lost her voice for a moment as she continued to intently watch and listen.

       “Imagine you have an insatiable lust for food.  A desire and addiction to everything that tastes amazing.  It controls you.  It puts you at the mercy of your feeder.  The one who feeds you.  The only one who can satisfy your lust.”  Paul described, as Emma’s face betrayed the complete attention she was giving to Paul.  He began slowly pouring some syrup onto the plate that lay on her lap.  As he began slowly using the pancake to stir around the syrup on her plate, for her it was like seeing roadkill on the highway, she wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.  She wanted to stop listening, but she couldn’t.  She was.. transfixed.

       “Your feeder has complete control over what you eat, how you eat, how much weight you gain.”  Paul spoke in a more endearing manner; she could tell how much this meant to him.  His stirring sped up ever so slightly.

       “You are under his total submission.”  Paul firmly voiced, as his eyes pierced Emma’s and she felt a rye tingle run down the back of her neck.  He was in her personal space with whatever shenanigans he was trying to pull with the pancake.  She wanted to nudge him away, but she was getting absorbed into his rich description.  It was like the image in the puzzle was slowly taking shape for her.

       “In the back of your mind you hate the idea of losing control of your weight.  You’ve been told your whole life being a glutton and getting fatter is undesirable.  Yet, you can’t deny what you truly crave.  The insatiable freedom that comes from submitting 100 percent to your feeder’s desires.”  Paul confidently voiced, as his message made it to Emma.  She was getting the idea.  She felt she understood the appeal now, but Paul didn’t stop.

       “You’re worries?  Your burdens?  Gone.  Your feeder is taking care of you now.  Any weight he takes off your shoulders, he adds to your growing belly.”  Paul punctuated with a momentary poke to Emma’s bloated breakfast-gut she had going on.  Her eyes widened in a mix of shock and surprise as the force of his finger against her firmly packed stomach, and gentle release, produced an odd feeling in her.

       “The more power you give him over you, the freer you feel and the fatter you’ll get.”  Paul almost seemed to vow, as Emma sensed his demeanor change.  It was like she wasn’t talking to the same person anymore.  The guy sitting in front of her now didn’t sound unsure of himself or embarrassed for his preferences.  He sounded in control.  She wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary for him to continue.  She got the idea.  But it was like her voice had left her body.  She was helplessly waiting to see what he’d say next, to see what he’d do next.

       “You love how he adores your figure as it grows softer and jigglier with every passing moment he has you stuffing your face.”  Paul continued, as Emma felt something besides the uncomfortable pressure in her gut.  A tingle somewhere.

       “He loves every extra pound, every extra inch you add to your belly.  The rounder and wider you get, the happier your feeder is with you.”  Paul loquaciously described, while Emma remained almost mesmerized by his words.  Her eyes perked up in surprise, as he lifted the now soggy syrupy-saturated chocolate chip pancake up toward her face and began swaying it side to side like one might do if they were teasing a pet.

       “You’ll never stop gaining because he’ll never stop giving you what you want.  More attention.  More love.  More food.  And even when you’ve reached your limit and you don’t think another morsel of food could fit in your full stomach..”  Paul emphasized with another sneaky poke to Emma’s stuffed tummy.  Her eyes had been distracted by the pancake he was dangling in front of her.  As they looked downward to see his hand pressing into her exposed navel, Paul finished his thought.

       “He’ll make you eat one more bite.  And you’ll love him for it.”  Paul told her, as he levied the pancake into Emma’s unattentively open mouth, and she hummed in surprise.  Her eyes widened with shock, as she felt an odd confluence of emotions.  She felt a jolt of surprise throughout her body that was multiplied by the fact she hadn’t seen it coming, her eyes had been on the way Paul’s finger had pinned her stomach.  She was embarrassed Paul had pointed out her little food baby so brazenly like that.  Yet, the way he was talking, and the way he was looking at her..  and the way his hands felt against her skin..  Emma didn’t know what to say.  She just started chewing on the delicious morsel that had so unexpectedly found its way into her mouth.

       “Look at the picture again.”  Paul ordered, as he watched Emma obediently chew the food he’d given her.  He handed Emma the illustration of Claire fattened up in tight lingerie, and pointed at it so she knew to pay attention, “When I look at it, I see a loyal feedee who loves me and is desperate for my attention..  my admiration.  That’s where her happiness truly lies.  She’s desperate for me to notice the gain’s she’s made to please me.  She wants me to know that with every bite of food she takes, she’s thinking of me.  The bigger she gets the more irresistible she knows I’ll find her.  So, she keeps eating, until I tell her she’s had enough.”

       “Omm-mhh..”  Emma burst, as she tried to mumble something that came out inaudibly due to all of the pancake Paul had squished into her mouth.

       “Look.  Chew your food.”  Paul ordered her, as he decided to keep talking, “The bottom line is, I think people gain happiness when they enjoy food they like.  To me eating and gaining weight translates to a surplus of happiness.  So, you can trust me when I say, I’d be more attracted to Claire if she gained weight.  But I’m still helping her with her diet.  If that’s not love, tell me what is.”  

       “Mhh!”  Emma hummed, as she finally managed to finish chewing and swallowing the last of the pancakes.  She almost sounded out of breath when she muttered, “Okay.”

       “What?”  Paul questioned not able to read Emma’s strange tone.

       “I think.. I may have misjudged you.. I’m sorry..”  Emma revealed sounding repentant and oddly remorseful, “I won’t tell my sister about this.  It was wrong of me to invade your privacy like that.”

       “Th.. thank you.”  Paul muttered almost unable to believe his ears.

       “My sister is lucky to have you.  Even if you’re pretty weird.”  Emma smiled, as she held out her hand for Paul to shake, “Fresh start?”

       “Sure.”  Paul nodded, as he happily shook Emma’s hand.  She looked somehow more exhausted than when she woke up.

       “I think I’m gonna nap.  You’ve given me a lot to process and I..”  Emma paused, as she realized she was still holding the picture of Claire in her other hand.

       “What?”  Paul asked suspicious of her pause.

       “Would you draw a picture of me?  Like this one you drew of Claire?”  Emma innocently inquired, as she looked at Paul.

       “Why?”  Paul wondered, as Emma shrugged.

       “I just wanna see what I would look like.”  Emma admitted, as she felt a little embarrassed saying it out loud.

       “Umm.  Okay.”  Paul reasoned, “How big would you want me to draw you?”

       “Draw me… like one of your French fat girls.”  Emma suggested in a joking tone, as she struck quite the alluring pose on Paul’s couch.  Wait, was she quoting Titanic?  It was one of Claire’s favorite movies, did Emma like it too?

       It took Paul longer than he’d expected, but after much focus and a lot of odd conversation he finished what Emma had requested.  He’d drawn her in that pose, but over 60 or 70 pounds heavier.  He had to guess the weight of the Emma in the picture he’d drawn was at least 200 pounds.  

       Handing it to Emma and watching her look it over.  He wished he knew what thoughts were going through her head.  In truth, Emma had mixed feelings.  Something about seeing herself that big felt wrong and weird, however, it was also.. kinda hot seeing herself that big.  Paul’s controlling words from earlier rang in the back of her head.  His touch against her full stomach.  The way he’d forced her to eat that pancake.  There was something alluring about this picture indeed.

       “Hey Paul?”  Emma asked in a rather curious tone.

       “Yeah?”  Paul answered unable to predict what she might say.

       “Do you think I would look hot if I were that big in real life?”  Emma honestly asked, as she looked to Paul for his response.

       “…Yes.”  The word escaped from Paul’s mouth before he could censor himself.  Emma looked content with his answer.  She seemed to be musing it over, as she entered her bedroom and closed the door on him without another word.

       Knowing that Paul lusted after her sister’s appetite, was a lot to take in, but Emma had been bombarded with so much in the last hour she needed to lie down.  It was weird.  Her sudden insight into Paul’s strange sexuality somehow made him seem more masculine in her eyes, now that she knew how much woman he craved.  Emma needed to be honest with herself, she had a lot of lingering questions, but not for Paul.

       As a college educated young woman, Emma grabbed her laptop and did what she did best, research.  For the rest of the day and the rest of the week, she kept herself locked away.  She found websites, pictures, drawings, articles, and videos all dedicated to feederism and its related branches of fat fetishism.  She watched a video of college aged girls eating their way through multiple pizzas.  She browsed drawings, and pictures of women inflating their guts by drinking liters upon liters of coke and pepsi.  All of them seemingly competing for the grand prize of biggest belly on earth!

       She read a story online about a closeted lesbian terrified of confrontation yet desperate to breakup with the boyfriend she’d had since before she’d even admitted to herself her attraction to women.  This coward’s solution?  Have her secret Latina girlfriend fatten her up so that her boyfriend would do the breaking up for her.  Amazing.

       She browsed porn and notably came across a video of a massively fat brunette in nothing but her underwear on her hands and knees, digging into a huge cake face-first on the floor.  What was it she’d said while eating?  Something to the effect of: ‘Umm..   This cake is sooo gooood..   Stuffing myself is making me soooo horny!   If only I had someone to stuff me and fuck me like the pig I am!’  

       That obese girl’s words aroused odd feelings deep in Emma’s soul.  She actually bought one of the same girl’s more recent videos and was astonished by how much she’d grown.  She’d still gorged herself into a slobby messy like the other video, but afterward she ran her hands up and down her massive belly suggestible before burping loudly and begging her feeder boyfriend for more.

       To put it mildly, Emma’s intellect was awestruck.  She was engrossed by the girls who identified with Paul’s fetish.  The women who bragged about how they could no longer fit into their clothes because of how much weight they had gained.  The women whose stomachs spilled onto their thighs.  The ones who could lift their belly fat and let it go so it made a slapping sound.  Emma never knew the sound a belly made as it heavily slapped down upon a countertop.   Or the look of a woman massaging her massive stomach as if she were kneading dough.

       Underneath Emma’s intellectual inquisitiveness and her gleeful curiosity was something primordial, a hiss in the back of her mind.  Though she hated to admit it, an anger simmered in her brain.  There was a resentment toward these feedee women. They seemed so satisfied, so radically unashamed of their bodies.  They got to indulge their every craving guilt-free.  It didn’t seem fair.  For most of her life, Emma had felt held hostage, not just by societies rules, but by the restricting larger culture of the United States.  Her job, her relationship, even her education had sought to control her in ways she didn’t fully agree with.  

       Her anger toward these feedee women sprang from the truth slinking into Emma’s skull.  The life she’d live up till now was painfully restricting.  By way of fate, she had stumbled upon a community, an absurd online world of excess and indulgence.  Could letting go and embracing such an unconditional lifestyle be so intoxicatingly freeing??  It had to be too good to be true, but now Emma wasn’t so convinced.  

       So, she decided to give it a try.

[berserker1]

I just posted chapter 3 and the 3rd illustration!! I'm quite excited about how this story is turning out (and, boy, I can tell you, the best is yet to come!). In my honest opinion, the scene with Paul "coming out of the closet" as a feeder in front of Emma is one of the best things I've read in wg fiction. All the praise to polaris. Hope you like it too!

Let me know what you think of the story!  Your feedback will be very helpful! 

Regards.

[bigboy1992]

How are you able to keep writing great stories like these? Seriously every story you have written so far are awesome. I can’t wait to see what the future chapters will bring.

[berserker1]

7 minutes ago, bigboy1992 said:

How are you able to keep writing great stories like these? Seriously every story you have written so far are awesome. I can’t wait to see what the future chapters will bring.

Thank you so much! Such a high praise. Really appreciated. ❤️

But I'm not the writer, polarisdreamer is the talent behind this beautiful prose. I just provide the original idea of the story and colaborate with him to elaborate the storyline/script. He is really the one giving life to these amazing characters and scenes.

Thank you again, hope you keep enjoying this story, we are just starting!!

[swahilimonkfish]

You and Polaris are such a force when you're working together. You complement each other really well and this story is absolutely brill so far. You both deserve so much praise!

[berserker1]

11 hours ago, swahilimonkfish said:

You and Polaris are such a force when you're working together. You complement each other really well and this story is absolutely brill so far. You both deserve so much praise!

We have a good dinamic goin on. We both help each other providing ideas or making suggestions for the chapters or the illustrations. It's the third story we create together and we both know how the another one thinks and works, that's very useful. Also, we kind of like pretty similar stuff in terms of the elements of a wg stories we enjoy, so we are on the same page most of the time about how we want to develop them.

Thanks a lot for the feedback and the support. 🤗

[berserker1]

I made this post by mistake trying to edit the previous one, can a mod delete it?

[xandercroft]

The writing is improving too.  Love your work, big fan.

[Zappy]

Wow. Awesome!

[berserker1]

New chapter is out!!
 

Chapter 4-  Eating ‘Healthy”

       The humdrum buzz stemming from the ceiling fan of the fast-food joint’s employee bathroom normally evoked mild irritation from Emma as she went about her business but today, while she burst through the door with exhilaration, it was like the vexing noise didn’t even exist.  Standing in front of the sink’s mirror, the only thing Emma could hear was the sound of her own labored breathing.  She had rushed to the bathroom, but it wasn’t the physical exertion that had caused the spike of effort from her lungs, it was the words she’d just heard from her middle-aged manager.

       Searching her apron and pockets furiously, she found the picture Paul had drawn for her a little over six weeks ago.  She never kept it off her person, unless she was sleeping.  It’s not like she had a fear of losing the tantalizing piece of paper, she just couldn’t get enough of the feeling that looking at it gave her.  Even now, staring at it sent jitters of excitement down her spine.  It was the ultimate reminder of what she was trying to do.  The goal of her exemplary indulgence.  The promise to herself that she was determined to fulfill.

       She’d wanted to parse out this new kink she’d discovered in every way possible.  And for the last few weeks that meant no food, or no amount of food, was off limits.  Her liberation began the moment she surrendered her lips to her first significant indulgence, a box of six donuts that were bursting with excess calories from the Amish bakery down the block.  It was the first time she’d really explored any part of the city, and she wasn’t disappointed.  She’d always had a rather large appetite for someone her size, but now her intentions with food had changed.

       She didn’t greedily scarf down those donuts to simply quench her hunger.  She’d forced herself to consume all six of those jelly donuts, for the sole purpose of inflating her formerly lithe figure with some luscious fat.  The aftermath of her donut gambit was hefty, her taste buds were on cloud nine, her stomach was firmly bulging outward, and she’d developed a foreign, but unmistakably pleasurable, ‘itch’ which she scratched once she was able to waddle home to her bedroom.  The experience felt profoundly satisfying enough to warrant more.. exploration.

       The city she’d adopted as her home was a melting pot, to describe it as anything less would be an understatement.  For instance, on the street of Paul’s apartment, there stood a Pizza Hut on the corner, a Pakistani falafel shop across the street, and a Nigerian bar next to a Jewish deli.  Seeing the possibilities with greedy delight, Emma made it her mission to indulge her appetite at every unique establishment that crossed her path.  She’d started out close to home, she’d never had falafel before, and the nice store owner let her try her first one for free.  It tasted heavenly so Emma had to buy two more for the road.

       As she expanded her area of exploration and the capacity of her powerful stomach, Emma discovered a keen liking for several Chinese take-out spots, a classy Italian restaurant, a great Mexican place and a newly renovated fast-food chain called ‘Scoops Ahoy.’  Asserting herself like a true woman of the feedism community, Emma voluntarily pursued a job opening at the delectable burger and ice cream joint in pursuit of both further feeding her growing appetite and enabling her continued sensual gratification of her expanding figure.

       Strong metabolism or not, eating without restraint as frequently and enthusiastically as Emma did, had consequences for her waistline.  She noticed it with increased interest day by glorious day.  After two weeks, she was growing a slight muffin top.  After four weeks, her belly had softened and filled out even more.  After six weeks, the rest of her body began to seem noticeably fuller to the eye, especially her already large breasts.  Emma was holding out hope her body would fill out in the way Paul had drawn her.  So far.. haha!  She hadn’t been disappointed!

       Reluctantly pulling her gaze from her newly acquired fantasy that lay drawn on the piece of paper she was holding, Emma stared into her reflection with a mix of excitement, satisfaction, and a solid chunk of stimulation.  Her breathing slowed.  She’d nearly lost it a few moments ago when her middle-aged manager had pulled her aside and given her a ‘friendly’ heads up that she’d better take it easy on the fries during her lunch breaks or he’d have to order her a larger uniform!

       While she’d been excitedly attentive to the changes to her fattening body, she’d been waiting impatiently for weeks now for someone to notice the diligently growth in her body’s proportion of fat.  And now that someone had noticed.. she wanted more!  It was a baffling craving, to have people comment on her appearance, judge her for her newly acquired girth.  She wanted someone else to point out how small her clothes now looked on her.  She was never one to put on weight, but..  now that she had..  she needed MORE!  She needed to become the person Paul had drawn in that picture!  She needed to know why it felt so good to let herself go.  

       During her weeks following the encounter with Paul, she had been wound up with tingling curiosity.  Now, she felt possessed by a horny ferocity!  To think a little drawing of her looking lusciously pampered with excess layers of fat could engender such a perplexing, yet undeniable feeling within her soul.  Seeing herself that big.. appealed to her.  But becoming that big, was proving to be downright orgasmic!

       She thought her powerful metabolism would have been a bigger obstacle, but she was wrong.  Even just recalling her efforts to conquer it sent butterflies of excitement soring within her burgeoning tummy!  Even without eating much today, the extra padding she’d added to her lower belly stuck out from the bottom of her shirt.  Her hands moved to sensually massage its luscious flab, as a smile erupted from her face.  

       She wanted to earn that bigger uniform with her gluttony!  She wanted it really bad!  She couldn’t help but playfully squeeze her chub with excitement, her breathing became hornily labored again as she entered her imagination.  Next time, she wanted her boss to have to tell her she’d gotten too fat for her old one and that she needed to diet because the size of her blubbery belly was starting to scare away customers!

       “Are you okay?”

      “Ahh!”  Emma gasped, as her fellow employee Alexia slowly emerged from the large stall to the right of her.  Emma had just enough time to tug her shirt downward and bury her prized drawing between the cleavage of her fattened feminine bust.  Trying to sequester her flustered excitement, Emma turned toward her co-worker and recovered, “I’m fine!”

      “Why were you breathing like that?”  Alexia asked, as the tall college sophomore skeptically tiled her head and looked down upon her guilty looking older co-worker.  Unlike most of the workers at the burger and ice cream joint, Emma was different, she was the only one with a college degree.  While it seemed that everyone who started work at Scoops Ahoy put on ten pounds or so adjusting to the surplus of readily available calorie-heavy food, it was clear to Alexia that Emma had gained the most.

       “Umm..  I was..  trying not to cry.”  Emma lied, as she quickly added, “Andy just told me I’m going to have to order a larger uniform if I get any fatter.”

       “Oh my gosh!  He didn’t!  Andy’s such a pig!  Everybody puts on some weight when they work here.  It’s impossible to avoid.  I gained 10 pounds during my first year, Bryce gained 15 and she’s only been working here 6 months.  Don’t let him get to you.”  Alexia tried to console Emma, as Emma got a devilishly satisfying idea.

       Trying to sound as vulnerable, ashamed and guilty as she could, Emma revealed to Alexia, “I’ve gained 20 pounds in six weeks.”

       “Oh..  Wow..”  Alexia muttered, as she began to consider that Andy may have had a point.

       “Be honest, is it noticeable?”  Emma asked, as she silently was throbbing for Alexia to acknowledge how fat she’d gotten.

       Looking down at the her pudgy coworker, Alexia tried to be polite, “I mean, the food here hits some of us harder than others..  I’m sure you’ll adjust.  I’m still trying to lose the weight I gained.”

       “Thanks Alexia.  That makes me feel better.”  Emma managed to smile.  She wanted to say ‘thanks for nothing’ but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.  The tall college sophomore was about the closest thing she had to a friend during work hours and she didn’t want to ruin that.  

       “Anytime.”  Alexia returned Emma’s smile, as she stepped in front of the sink, washed her hands and then headed back to finish her shift after waving ‘bye.’

       Letting out a sigh of relief, Emma reached back into her shirt and pulled her prized drawing out from between her cleavage.  Immediately noticing the paper felt damp, Emma hurried to investigate if the contents of the drawing were okay.  Blinking her eyes six times, Emma was stunned to realize her boob sweat had hopelessly dampened the paper and smudged the perfect drawing beyond recognition!

       Resisting the urge to strangle Alexia for making her ruin the focal point of her infatuation, Emma took out her phone, posed in front of the mirror, and took a picture of the damage she’d done to her body since she started working here.  She had taken the same picture of herself on her first day of work, but now she wanted to measure her progress.  Looking between the two photos, Emma was less than pleased with that she saw.  Sure, she looked bigger, but she didn’t look like the girl Paul had drawn.  Not yet.  

       Maybe if she stuffed her face more than she ever had before, she’d finally resemble that goddess of a woman.  If her memory served, Paul and Claire would be out of the apartment tonight at the movies.  She’d have the place all to herself.  She’d be free to stuff her face like she never had before.  It was an arousing idea.  At the very least, if her gut managed to burst through her uniform, she’d need to tell Andy.  Maybe he would comment on her weight again..  That would be a most welcome consolation prize..

…
Later that day..
…

       For Claire, the walk to Paul’s apartment from campus had always been a chore.  It was a 15-minute hike unless she was unlucky enough to hit most of the stoplights on the way over, then it was a 20- or 25-minute walk.  However, today she recognized a difference.  Not only had she made the walk in about 12 minutes, but she’d been unlucky with a few lights as well.  While she approached the front porch of the little dilapidated apartment building, she began to ponder why her transit had been so short today.  Had she been rushing?  Not really.  Had she taken a faster route?  Nope.  As her mind raced with other explanations eventually, she realized most obvious answer was probably true.  She was walking faster than she used to.

       What was astonishing to Claire was the fact that she hadn’t consciously been trying to walk faster.  It was her dedication to attending the gym six days a week and her adherence to weightwatchers that was paying off.  Her legs felt stronger, her body felt lighter, and she could finally really see a big difference in herself.  

       The scale had told her that she was down only 15 pounds since the start of her diet, but at 180lbs Claire was encouraged by her progress.  Her belly had notably shrunken in size, and her arms had trimmed up a little as well.  Disappointingly, her lower body didn’t look much different, her thighs were still large, her hips were still wide, her butt was still very thick, but she could feel that she’d built some muscle underneath her womanly fat.  She was making progress toward her goals, it was slow, but it felt good.

       Perking her head up from gazing at the sidewalk, Claire spotted her boyfriend exiting the little Pakistani restaurant that was just across the street from where she now stood on the porch of his apartment.  With a smile and a wave, she caught Paul’s attention.  He hurried to cross the street but had to pause briefly to let some traffic pass.  As he made his way within speaking distance, Claire greeted him.

       “Perfect timing.  Did you get it?”  Claire asked, as Paul reached into his pocket.

       “One fresh pre-workout protein bar, as you requested.”  Paul responded, as he handed Claire her ‘lunch,’ if she wanted to call it that.

       “Haha, thanks babe *Mwah!*” Claire planted a warm kiss on Paul’s cheek, as she accepted the protein bar.  Seeing he had a wrapped-up hoagie in his other hand, Claire asked, “What’s that?”  

       “I got a cheesesteak for dinner.”  Paul shrugged.  He would have preferred Claire eat with him, but he wanted to remain as supportive as possible.

       “Nice.”  Claire muttered trying to resist the craving in the back of her mind.  She wanted to ask Paul for a bite, but she knew she shouldn’t.  She wanted to save her points for a proper dinner.

       “Sure you don’t wanna go the movies tonight?”  Paul asked, while he used his key to open the front door for Claire.

       “Yes.”  Claire responded, as Paul held the door open for her and she entered the apartment complex.  She was already wearing her gym clothes and, while Paul liked the way they hugged her figure, it was a departure from the more feminine skirts and dresses that she typically wore around him.

       “But I already bought the tickets online.”  Paul reminded her, while he watched Claire make her way to the steps.  Even though Claire’s diet had been going strong for weeks, she still had such a cute rounded butt that Paul couldn’t resist eyeing while she began to sway its meaty glory side to side during each step she took up the stairs.  

       “You should have told me that last night babe.”  Claire frankly replied.  She felt really bad about bailing on Paul’s movie night idea, but if he had told her about it last night she would have made it work.

       “I wanted to surprise you.”  Paul explained in a sorrowful tone.

       “And it was really sweet, but I didn’t trim my tummy by being inconsistent with the gym.  I need a good workout.”  Claire sighed.  Paul was pouring on the guilt and she did feel guilty she was putting the gym over what he wanted, but she’d given him all last night and that had caused her to miss her workout this morning.  It sucked, but she’d feel even more guilty if she didn’t make it to the gym.

       “Last night wasn’t a good workout?”  Paul questioned, as Claire stopped in her tracks once she got up to the first-floor landing and turned around.

       “Don’t go turning this around mister.  I loved our ‘workout’ last night.”  Claire enthused, while her eyes stared right into Paul’s with a flirtatious hint.

       “Then why don’t we just do another one of those ‘workouts’ after the movies?”  Paul tried to compromise, as he reached her level.

       “Because those ‘workouts’ won’t help my ass fit into my prettiest dresses.”  Claire reasoned, as she tilted her hips to the side and gave Paul a view of what she meant.  Her hand glossed over the girth of her big butt, as she sent him a pouting expression, “Too much junk in my trunk.”

       “Umm, if you say so.  I think you look hot.”  Paul encouraged her with a little frisky pinch of her meaty behind.  However, the momentary smile that his touch brought to her face quickly faded.  She was self-conscious.  He wanted to tell her that she would look better with a little more junk in her already full trunk.  He wanted to proclaim that he preferred her belly when it was softer and rounder.  He wanted to confess that she didn’t have to try and slim down to impress him, but he couldn’t find the words.  What if she responded like Emma had?  What if she responded worse than Emma had?  She wanted was to be thinner again.  So, despite his wishes, he tried to respect that, “But, I understand.  Make sure you crush your workout.”

       “Aww!  You’re the best.”  Claire cheerfully hummed, as she planted a small kiss on Paul’s cheek, and they resumed their trek up the upstairs.  That’s when Claire got an idea, “Wait, why don’t you take Emma to the movie with you?”

       “Umm, why?”  Paul asked sounding particularly alert.  

       “Because..”  Claire hesitated, while she mused the best way to broach this issue.  Thinking tactfully Claire hinted with a wink, “Well, the theater is a few blocks away and.. she looks like she could use the exercise.”

       “What?”  Paul gulped pretending like he was oblivious to the expansion of Emma’s body. In truth her rather abrupt weight gain had him questioning to himself if it had anything to do with the “drawing incident” from a few weeks ago.  It was hard not to fantasize about how big she was getting when he would see her practically every day in clothes that were rapidly becoming less able to contain her.

       “She’s put on a ton of weight.  You haven’t noticed?”  Claire tilted her head in disbelief, while she dropped the pretenses.

       “I don’t know.”  Paul responded a bit nervously, as he realized he couldn’t play this dumb, “Umm, yeah I guess.  Is it that much?”  

       “It is a lot.  She’s really looking chubby.”  Claire exclaimed.  She was taken aback Paul didn’t seem to share her worry for her sister or even the proclivity to really notice what had been going on with her.  Deciding on the best course of action Claire instructed Paul, “Take her for a nice long walk and enjoy the movie with her.  You already got the tickets.”

       “I mean, if you want me too.”  Paul agreed trying to sound reluctant.  He could tell Emma’s body was filling out her clothes more fully recently.  He sensed with excitement that with every sloppy meal, Emma was thickening.  In truth he had been curious to more closely inspect the changes to Emma’s frame, this might be his best chance.

       “I do.  See if you can get her to snap out of whatever funk she’s got going on.”  Claire urged Paul with a nudge to his shoulder, while he used his key to unlock the door to his third-floor apartment.

       “I’ll try.”  Paul assured her, as he opened the door and was greeted by a clanking sound and then suddenly a loud..

       *Buurrpp!!*

       “You better not be making a mess!”  Claire hissed, as she surged in front of Paul and looked across the main room of his apartment to see Emma siting down at the kitchen table with her feet up on the chair beside her.  Claire had been acting as her sister’s maid for the past few weeks and she was getting sick of it.  However, Claire’s eyes widened when she got a good look of her sister and the monstrous amount of food she’d surrounded herself with.

       On the floor around Emma, there appeared to be a few crumbled-up pieces of foil and a large paper to-go bag from Scoops Ahoy.  As her eyes made it to the table, Claire observed the odd assortment of food Emma had surrounded herself with.  It was like she had no respect whatsoever for the decent rules of daily meals.  Claire spotted a cheeseburger and fries next to some chocolate muffins and a tub of ice cream.  There was a box of Golden Grams and a bunch of bananas next to a paper tray of greasy onion rings.  There was even a bottle of milk next to a beer and a bottle of root beer!  It looked like Emma had gathered everything the apartment had to offer for her impromptu feast.  And then there was her sister, that grueling mixture of foods had made her veeeery bloated.  Emma’s pampered stomach looked positively engorged with food.

       “I’ll clean it up!  *Cough*  What are you doing here?”  Emma burst in surprise, as she tried to clear the back of her throat of the sizable amount of grease she’d just ingested.  She’d been feasting for the better part of 40 minutes, feasting until her stomach’s expansion held her body captive in her chair.  And then she’d feasted some more.  She’d been in the eating zone.  Her stuffing had captured her, overpowered her brain’s attempts at resistance.  Her belly was bloating so nice and big.  She was looking like such a fatty.  Her imagination had toyed with the idea of what her co-workers would say if she’d entered work on Monday looking as she did now.  She’d planned her whole night around being alone and delving into her fantasies, but now all was spoiled.  Paul and Claire had crashed her party.  She was a little pissed, but she knew she couldn’t let them know.

       “I left my sports bag here, once I get it, I’m going to the gym.”  Claire explained, as she couldn’t hide the judgmental stare she was giving her sister.  Even Paul’s calculating eyes widened at what he was seeing.

       “What about the movies?  I thought you two were *burp* seeing that new marvel movie?”  Emma spoke, as she stifled another belched in a flustered manner.  One of her hands went to rub her ailing belly and try to alleviate some of the pronounced gurgling she was feeling within it, her other hand picked up a banana, dipped it into some of the melted ice cream beside her and chomped off a bite of it.

       “We had some miscommunication.”  Paul butted in, as he ripped his eyes off of Emma stuffing her face long enough to force his legs to hurry toward his bedroom, before anyone could spot the urgent situation he had going on below his belt.  While he mentally decided on switching to briefs instead of boxers to better contain his attraction to Emma’s habits, he called back to Claire, “I’ll get your bag.”

       “Thanks.”  Claire smiled, as she watched Paul hurry out of sight.  He was such a gentleman.  Once he’d gone to his room and was safely out of earshot, she turned her attention to her big sister.  Looking at Emma’s fully realized potbelly, Claire couldn’t prevent herself from exclaiming, “Wow.”  

       “What?”  Emma chirped innocently, as she tilted her head and broke the daze in her sister’s eyes.

       “Nothing.”  Claire sighed, as she broke eye contact and shook her head.  She certainly didn’t want to make her sister feel bad, but she was concerned for her.  Maybe Emma’s mood had improved recently, but it had come at the cost of her figure.  She’d gone from being depressed about her feelings to eating them.  Was it right to bring up Emma’s weight right now?

       “Come on, say it.”  Emma urged her, as Claire bit her lip.  She didn’t want to hurt Emma’s feelings.  Yet, she also didn’t want her sister to go on like this.  Who knew when she’d get over her breakup?  Emma could be significantly heavier by then if this reckless consumption was allowed to continue.  In the corner of her eye, she could see Paul returning down the hallway with her sports bag.  As he arrived next to her, Claire felt confident enough to voice her concerns in the most tactful way she thought possible.

       “You should eat healthier, sis...”  Claire voiced, as she seemed to recoil.  Hearing the words out loud somehow sounded much meaner than when Claire had toyed with them in her head a moment ago.

       Paul, for one, didn’t know what he’d walked into, but was entranced to see how Emma would respond.  Part of him wanted to see Emma sweat under the pressure of Claire’s scrutiny.  Another part of him craved for Claire’s words, and their subtext, to go over Emma’s head so that she might continue indulging and expanding for him to appreciate.  

       “I am eating healthy, Claire-bear.  Look at this, I’m eating a banana!”  Emma enthusiastically responded, as the hand she had resting on her soft stuffed gut unconsciously squeezed the roll of fat emitting from the bottom of her shirt and her other hand successfully dunked her banana into her slightly melted tub of ice cream again before taking a defiantly large bite.

       Watching Emma’s display from the sidelines, Paul was happy he’d switched to briefs.  The fact that Emma somehow seemed unaware of the additions her eating had made to her figure drove him crazy.  If she was this ignorant to her expansion, she’d certainly get even bigger.

       “It is covered in ice-cream!!”  Claire burst in frustration, as she couldn’t believe her sister was this dumb about food.  Even though Claire didn’t always make healthy choices, she could still tell the difference between the nutritional benefits of a burger compared to a salad!

       “Oh, I bet you’re just jealous because you want some!”  Emma teased, as she took another big bite of her dessert and reveled in its tasty flavor, while unconsciously stroking her bloated belly.

       “No..”  Claire growled, as she tried to ignore her stomach’s protests.  She’d have to eat that protein bar Paul bought her right away, because seeing her sister taunt her with ice cream was making her mouth water.

       Paul’s mouth was watering too, but for different reasons.  He could see that Emma’s body had ‘found’ the belly that Claire’s had recently banished.  Emma was a good bit shorter than Claire, he wondered just how quickly other parts of Emma might expand.  That’s when his eyes guiltily peeped upward and tried to access if Emma’s large breasts had undergone any additions lately.  He tried to keep his looks discreet, luckily Emma and Claire seemed too pre-occupied with each other to pay him any mind.

       “Come on, just have a bite!  It’s so good!”  Emma tempted Claire, as she took another bite of sugary banana into her eagerly awaiting mouth.  The look of judgmental disgust from Claire was enough to get Emma feeling excited.  How could Claire not notice how fat she was getting!  She was her sister after all.  Emma wondered if she could push her sister into calling her fat.  So, in her sister’s silence, Emma continued to slobbishly stuff her face, despite the growing protests from her fully descended belly.  Two stomachs or not, Emma had eaten more today in one sitting that she’d really ever attempted before.  While her lust for food seemed to have no limit, her body’s ability to contain her gluttony was seeming to reach some semblance of a limit.  Or was it just gas?  “BURRPP!!”

       Paul almost flinched at what he was seeing.  He could only imagine if this type of interaction was normal between the sisters back when they were growing up.  However, judging from Claire’s face, Emma’s behavior was in fact something new.  But what had brought this on?  Emma had always acted like a bit of a pig when she ate, but now that she was starting to pork up like one, it was like she’d doubled down on her slobby behavior and had turned into a full-blown glutton for food.  It was weird, but Paul was actually finding himself rooting for Emma, as she tempted Claire to join her.

       “Going once,” Emma barked, as she chomped the rest of her banana into oblivion.  Tossing the now empty banana peel onto the mess he’d made on the floor, Emma grabbed the carton of melted ice cream and gleefully smelled it like she was about to drink it, “Going twice..”

       “I don’t want any!”  Claire growled, as Emma grinned.

       “Your loss.  My gain.”  Emma purred, as she placed her lips on the side of the tub of ice cream and began loudly slurping the frosty treat down her throat.  Claire gawked in disgust and envy, while Paul counted how many gulps Emma took to drain the container of its contents in appreciation.  It was 8 gulps to be precise and probably hundreds of calories.  Once Emma finished, it appeared she tried to burp, but nothing came out.  Looking almost embarrassed, Emma muttered, “I’ve got more ice cream from work in the freezer sis.  Sure you don’t want some?”

       “No Emma, I can’t spare the points.  I went over last night.  I had some boneless chicken wings with Paul.”  Claire shamefully admitted, as she gave Paul a look.  He’d been trying to be supportive, but he couldn’t help but tempt her now and again.  At least he wasn’t as bad as Emma was being right now.

       “You mean chicken nuggets.”  Emma argued, as Claire turned her head back to her big sister.

       “I’m not starting this again.  They are not chicken nuggets.”  Claire growled not wanting to get into the argument that never ended with her sister.  They’d argued about this since they were kids.

       “If you say so.”  Emma rolled her eyes, as she grabbed some salty French fries to eat in order to counteract the sweetness of the ice cream she’d just gulped down.  As she munched on them, Emma muttered, “I can’t promise there will be any ice cream left when you get back.  You might miss out!”

       “I’m going to the gym.”  Claire announced, as she ignored Emma’s attempts to tempt her.  Now that Emma was blimping out, did she think it was okay to try and drag her down too?

       “Good luck, be amazing. *Mwah!*”  Paul surprised Claire with a kiss on the cheek that she eagerly returned to his lips with a bit of interest via her tongue.  Already excited from watching Emma’s display, Paul escalated the simple goodbye ritual by smoothly resting his hands upon Claire’s hips and sneaking his one hand backward to Claire’s bottom for a little frisky pinch.  Claire’s body flinched at his suggestive touch, and she broke off their kiss with a big horny smile.

       “I’ll see you.. later.”  Claire sexily hinted, as she bit her lower lip and eyed up her man from head to toe.  If she didn’t have to go to the gym, she’d take him back to his room and blow his mind right now.

       “Deal.”  Paul grinned, as he watched Claire wiggle her butt for him while she left his apartment.  Once the door closed, his attention was abruptly drawn to Emma’s voice.

       “Can you go a little easy on the PDA’s in front of me.  She IS my sister.”  Emma mentioned in an annoyed tone, as the pain in her swollen stomach grew more irritating.  It was almost hard to watch how smitten her sister was with Paul.

       “Yeah, sorry.  No problem.”  Paul nodded, while he walked over to the table, “Mind if I join you?”

       “It’s a free country.”  Emma replied, as she used the brief moment before Paul sat down to readjust her uniform’s shorts.  She’d let the waistband drift downward as her stomach had bloated to free up more space for her fattening flesh, and to marvel at her relatively new muffin top.  However, now that she was alone with Paul, the fact that her lower belly fat was visible from the gap between her shirt and her waistband had her uncomfortable.  She knew what Paul liked, and her display was most definitely in his wheelhouse of attraction, but her stuffing had not been for him, it had been for her to explore.  So, she sucked in her painfully full gut, as best she could, and managed to slide the tight waistband of her pants up her belly until it reached just below her belly button.  Now that she wasn’t showing any skin around her middle, she felt a bit more comfortable in Paul’s presence, but her stomach certainly felt worse.  The constricting tension the tight waistband caused across the meatiest portion of her belly was almost indescribable.  She tried to hide the discomfort on her face, while she watched Paul sit down and put some big sub wrapped in foil on the table across from her.  

       There always seemed like there was some tension between her and Paul whenever they talked.  They’d certainly been getting along much better since the drawing incident, but still.  It always felt hard to start a conversation with him.  Getting an idea of how to break the ice, Emma asked, “Actually, can we talk?”  

       “Umm..  Sure..”  Paul responded, as Emma’s tone had him concerned.  Her voice sounded sincere, but it was quite hard to distinguish from the more playful voice she used when she was causing trouble.  He did his best to maintain eye contact despite his body yearning for another look at Emma’s belly.

       “I wanted to talk to you too, about your girlfriend.”  Emma began, as Paul looked skeptical.

       “Claire?”  Paul’s eyebrow raised, as he sensed Emma was fucking with him.

       “Yeah Claire-bear..”  Emma continued, while she thoughtfully scratched under her softer looking chin, “She’s been staying over here a lot, hasn’t she?”

       “Yeah, I mean, we’re dating..”  Paul mumbled not understanding what Emma’s point was.

       “Well, the lease agreement says we can only have ‘guests’ sleep over seven days out of the month.  So..”  Emma coyly delivered, as the hand scratching her chin dropped to her stomach, “I’m gonna have to report it to our landlord if she sleeps over again.”

       “Are you serious?  She’s your sister!”  Paul gasped, as he let the content of what Emma was saying override the sarcastic tone with which she was saying it.

       “Hahahaha, you should see the look on your face!!”  Emma giggled, as she wrapped both hands around her uncomfortable belly and laughed a little harder.  Laughing hurt, but she couldn’t help it, “Haha, I can’t believe you thought I was serious!”

       “Not funny.”  Paul shrugged trying to downplay the fact Emma had suckered him like that.

       “It was pretty funny.”  Emma disputed, as she watched Paul open up his large sub.  The smell was heavenly, as it graced her nostrils.  Though her belly could take no more food, she still wanted a taste.

        “So, how is the job treating you?”  Paul asked hoping to change the topic.

       “It has got some nice benefits.”  Emma admitted, as she grabbed four fries and lavishly lobbed them into her mouth.  Her belly protested the excess volume of material she was filling it with, but she ignored those protests.  The fries tasted good, and they were right in front of her.  It was better to chew on food than elaborate to Paul the real benefits she was enjoying at her job.

       “But you’ve got a college degree.  Couldn’t you make a lot more money if you worked somewhere else?”  Paul questioned, as he tried to make sense of Emma’s choice.  He really couldn’t figure out why Emma had sought out fast-food work.

       “I suppose I could.  What are you trying to say?”  Emma responded in a frank manner, as she tried to let out a burp, but once again, she just couldn’t seem to get the gas out.  It was only adding to the discomfort in her greasy gut.

       “Why’d you pick a fast food place?”  Paul wondered, as Emma seemed unintimidated by his question.

       “It makes me happy.  I’m not going to waste another minute of my life behind a desk as a boring accountant.”  Emma defiantly proclaimed, while she leaned back in her chair and a loud creaking sound wined from the wooden piece of furniture.  Undaunted, she tried to lean backward even more to give her tummy more room to settle, while she grunted, “No more counting money.  No more counting the seconds left till my shift ends.  No more counting calories.  No more counting anything.”

       “Fair enough.  I can respect that.”  Paul relented, as his mind couldn’t help, but repeat the bit about ‘not counting calories’ that Emma had just mentioned.  Was that why she was gaining weight?  She’d just gotten fed up with her old lifestyle?  Or was this her coping poorly with being alone again?  Why had she even mentioned not counting calories around him, she knew he liked that stuff.  She was the only person who knew.  Was she messing with him?  Trying to prank him somehow??  Trying to drown out the echo in his head, Paul managed to say, “Umm..  Would you wanna go to the movies with me tonight?  I have an extra ticket.”

       “I don’t need your pity invite.  I’m not some backup plan for when your girlfriend bails on you.”  Emma turned down Paul’s request quite resolutely, as she could feel the excess air in her belly rising upward, but she couldn’t seem to let a burp out.  It was driving her crazy.  Her stomach hurt, while she failed to burp yet again.

       “It’s not a pity invite.”  Paul assured her, as he noticed a measure of discomfort on Emma’s face.  Was she really offended he’d just invited her to the movies?  Taking a bite of his cheesesteak, Paul tried to remain calm.  However, while the discomfort on Emma’s face remained, he noticed something spark in her eyes while she watched him eat.

       “Okay.  How about this?  If you give me a bite of that sandwich you’ve got there, I’ll think about your offer.”  Emma bargained.  Her belly begged her to stop eating with another groan, but Emma just needed a taste.  Watching Paul take a bite had sold her on it.  She observed how he took a second to think over her proposal, and watched with glee, as he pushed his sandwich toward her.

       “It’s a cheesesteak.”  Paul corrected, as he watched Emma grip it with both greedy hands.

       “Never had one.”  Emma mused, as she took a rather large bite.  Her cheeks were full as she chewed and her face lit up while Paul heard her hum in approval, “MhhH!”

       “Good right?”  Paul smiled, as his eyes were drawn to the inflated look of Emma’s cheeks.  In an instant, she heavily gulped down the totality of what had been in her mouth.  Her expression shifted from joy to worry as she felt the cheesy meat dropping reluctantly down her throat and toward her protruding belly.

       “Ugh!  So, good!”  Emma gasped, as she felt she’d reached her stomach’s final limit.  Anymore and she might burst.  While she felt her stomach reluctantly expand to accommodate her latest morsel, Emma could hardly breath.  Her uniform felt so tight, especially around her waist.. There was a lump in her throat..  Her hands went to inspect, but before they could reach their target..

       “*BWARRP!!!*”  Emma belched as loudly as Paul had ever heard her.  However, her involuntary release of gas had another consequence.

       *Pop!*

       “Ahh!”  Paul nearly cursed, as something tiny snapped against his forehead.  It certainly wasn’t cupid’s arrow, it felt like a freaking bee sting!  His hands investigated, as Emma noticed what had happened and began to blush.

       “Oh my gosh are you *Burp* okay??”  Emma belched, as the pain in her stomach began to slowly subside.

       “What was that??”  Paul wondered seeming a little dazed.

       “Umm..  I think my belly just broke my uniform..”  Emma blushed, as Paul glanced at her exposed stomach and spotted the now unrestricted gut Emma was sporting.  She’d popped her button!  The realization caused his heart to pump faster.

       “Umm yeah.  Looks like it.”  Paul gulped trying to hide his desire to ogle Emma’s exposed belly.  This was bad.  Maybe briefs were not a good idea.  They were feeling way too tight against him, seeing Emma’s exposed fuller figure really pushed his pleasure buttons.  He couldn’t go to the movies like this.  It wasn’t worth the risk of being blueballed.  He felt guilty about it, but he might need to take care of himself, before he interacted with Emma any further, “I’m gonna lay down for a sec.   Maybe it’s good we don’t go to the movies.”

       “Wait!”  Emma called out, as Paul paused, “I’ll go to the movies with you tonight if you do me a favor..”

       “W-what favor?”  Paul shakily responded, as his imagination suddenly became his worst enemy.  It was playing a few ‘favors’ he could do for her in the background of his mind.

       “I kinda ruined that picture you drew me..  Would you mind drawing another for me?  I promise I’ll take better care of it?”  Emma innocently asked, as Paul’s mind burst completely on fire.  He had so many questions, but only the tamest one made it to his lips.

       “What happened?”  Paul wondered, as Emma shrugged.

       “I spilled coffee on it.”  Emma lied, as Paul suspected her of dishonesty.  One didn’t just spill coffee on something.  He doubted she was using it as a coaster if she was asking for another one.  That left the major question of why Emma wanted a new drawing, but Paul wasn’t brave enough to ask.

       “Umm, yeah I can draw you a new one.”  Paul nodded without really thinking.

       “Right now?”  Emma sweetly asked, as she did her best to sit upward, but her anchor of a belly made it difficult.

       “Sure.  Same as the last one?”  Paul asked trying to sound innocent in all this.

      “Yeah, exactly the same.”  Emma warmly smiled, while a certain relief came over her.  But then something else hit her.  A wry curiosity.  Letting the feeling take over, Emma corrected herself, “Actually..  Could draw me.. bigger?”

      “H-how much bigger?”  Paul hesitantly asked, while trying not to show how much his imagination lusted for the challenge.

 

[pjotr91]

It gets so good! I really want to read more. 

[Guest high]

Such a great story! I was disappointed when I got to the end, only because it was riveting and Emma getting into it so much is way hot. Some sexual tension goin' on there with Paul. Good storywriters such as yourself understand tension and it's awesome!

[Chriskin8]

Thankfully Polaris is famous for his longer series stories and berskerer brings them so brilliantly to life 

[berserker1]

Chapter 5- The Elephant in the Room

       Something was missing.  Emma could just plain feel it.  She let out a depressing sigh while continuing to endure her self-imposed predicament.  Lifting up the pajama shirt she’d borrowed from Claire, Emma allowed her hands to caress her bloated stomach.  The night was still young, and yet she already felt like she’d swallowed a bowling ball.  Normally, the feeling of being stuffed to the brim, and nearly anchored to her bed by her impressively rounded belly, stirred an exuberant excitement within her.  The same kind of excitement she’d gotten in high school from underaged drinking, or the naughty thrill she’d gotten in college from skipping out on class to sleep with her ex.  However tonight, for some reason, she felt unsatisfied.

       The idea of breaking the rules always appealed to her.  The bigger the rule, the bigger the appeal.  Maybe that was why she’d been getting off to this feedee stuff so hard recently.  She enjoyed indulging her hefty appetite and savoring her food, but it was packing pounds onto her once trim figure that really tickled her fancy.  Letting herself go and turning into a sexy fat piggy had all but consumed her thoughts recently.  

       However, she didn’t actually know what she liked best about growing so deliciously plump.  The rapid growth of her lusciously thick body was almost a reward in and of itself.  She’d gotten used to ignoring the sirens of insecurity that would blare in the back of her mind when she struggled to fit into a formerly flattering article of clothing.  In fact, the part of her mind that used to enforce such propriety and cause her to feel an inner embarrassment for her gluttonous behavior now only seemed to fuel her unnatural attraction to her blubbery expansion.

       In the two weeks since she’d received her new drawing from Paul, her mind had again been captured by the fat goddess staring back at her.  Paul guessed he’d drawn her at about 220lbs, but to Emma’s eyes it looked much bigger, and much better than before.  She was just about 40 pounds away from becoming the girl in his drawing thanks to the ten additional pounds she was able to accumulate over her furious binge eating sessions over the last two weeks.  She liked to imagine what it would feel like to be that big.  Getting that fat was the biggest middle finger she could imagine giving to society’s conventional norms of beauty.  It was the ultimate rule to break.  To become undesirable to most, yet completely irresistible to a select few.  When she started dating again, her mind lusted to know how boys would treat her now that she was bigger and better than ever before.  

       Would a potential new boyfriend tease her for turning into such a fat piggy?  How would sex feel?  What would it be like to fall into bed, climb her soft body on top of a guy, rub her stomach like the girls from the feedee videos, and begin using her weight to her advantage?  What would it feel like for someone to grab the pudgy layer of fat she now had below her hips during sex??  Would she moan in pleasure as her lovely new bedfellow groped each new slab of expanded flesh across her body???

       “Fuck..”  Emma moaned, as she grew attentive to the fact her hand had sneakily slid across her full belly and nestled its way beneath her panties.

       She’d found what she’d been missing.  Surrendering herself to her degenerate imagination, Emma let her sultry daydream take her to a place she was keen to visit again..  and again..  and again..

…

       Later that night, Emma’s orgasm infused food coma was interrupted by the obvious sound of shoes meandering their way up the steps of the apartment building.  She knew from their familiar and slow pattern that it was Paul and Claire.  The lovebirds liked to finish whatever conversation they were having before entering the apartment, so they took their grand old time getting up the stairs.  Emma assumed this was because they were talking about her, but she didn’t want to come off as paranoid, so she never brought it up.

       However, that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious about what her sister and Paul had been up to.  The time was nearly 11’oclock.  The lovebirds were never out this late on a school night.  As Emma heard the keys beginning to turn in the apartment’s main door, she rolled herself off of her bed and waddled from her bedroom to the couch in the living room.  It appeared someone was fumbling with the keys because Emma had time to turn the tv on and appear casual on the couch before the couple could enter.  Once they did, they didn’t appear surprised to see her.

       “Well look who’s finally back.”  Emma proclaimed, as she gave the two an inquisitive look.  Paul and Claire couldn’t help but return the favor.  They could each see that Emma was wearing a tank-top styled pajama shirt, Paul keenly noticed the garment looked particularly stretched around Emma’s round gut.  Her lower body was covered in a blanket, but before Paul could observe further, Emma raised her voice again, “Where have you two been all day?”

       “Careful Sisss,” Claire slurred sounding tipsy, “keep talking like that and it might sound like you actually misssed us.”

       “I did miss you guys.  It’s lonely here all alone.”  Emma protested, as she watched her sister slyly slink away from Paul’s side.

       Ignoring Emma completely, Claire walked past the couch into the bathroom.  Pausing before closing the door, she checked to make sure she was out of Emma’s vision before making eye contact with Paul.  Turning her butt toward him and running her hands across her ass’s cheeks, Claire flirtatiously uttered, “I’m going to freshen up babee, meet you in bed okay??”

       “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”  Paul smiled, as Claire closed the bathroom door.  He could hardly contain his excitement for what was to come tonight.

       “I’m guessing you two weren’t at the grocery store.  Is Claire drunk?”  Emma questioned, as she rested her attention on Paul and noticed he seemed to be carrying a leftover bag from some Italian restaurant.

       “Sorry, we got dinner after sightseeing.  She’s definitely tipsy.”  Paul explained, as he went to the fridge to put away the bag of leftovers, “Why?  Are you hungry?”

       “*Burp!* Starving.”  Emma belched, as Paul’s eyes couldn’t resist forcing his head to turn and stare at Emma proudly patting her noticeably pudgy stomach.  Losing his words because of how cute Emma looked with such a well-fed belly, he barely was able to refocus his attention until Emma started talking again, “How did you convince miss diet diva to eat out?”

       “It’s my birthday.”  Paul frankly shrugged, as he took out two Styrofoam boxes from the bag and reluctantly turned away from Emma to place them in the fridge.
       
       “Oh!”  Emma chirped in surprise, as she forced herself up from the couch and headed over to inspect what Paul had brought home.  In truth, she was a bit surprised she’d forgotten Paul’s birthday, Claire had to have mentioned it to her at some point.  However, her main concern was with her stomach.  It had been a few hours since she’d eaten anything and in that time her tummy had settled a bit.  She wondered if she could snag the leftovers, but she wasn’t sure of the best way to ask.  So, she tapped Paul on the shoulder, as he finished closing the fridge, and inquired, “How’d the birthday dinner go?”

       “Umm!  Pretty well.”  Paul muttered a bit surprised Emma had so suddenly invaded his personal space.  He was quick to notice Emma’s shirt had ridden up, exposing her jiggly belly, and that she was only wearing her panties.  The tiny fabric of the garment looked painfully stretched across Emma’s enlarged lower body.  This wasn’t the first time he’s seen Emma wearing such revealing clothing, but she hadn’t been this fat the last time..  Trying not to give his interest away, Paul pointed at her undersized shirt and asked, “Hey isn’t that Claire’s?”

       “Yeah.  I needed something that fit.”  Emma justified, while a rumble in her stomach forced her to ask about the food Paul had just placed in the fridge, “So..  Whatcha bring home?”

       “Dessert.”  Paul promptly answered.  Emma could sense a certain sadness in his voice, but she was more excited by the prospect of eating something sweet.

       “Miss fitness fanatic couldn’t finish it?”  Emma teased, as she noted Paul’s face reflected a distaste for her comment.

       “Didn’t even touch it.”  Paul sighed sounding a little upset.

       “Why’d she order it then?”  Emma wondered, as she scratched her head.

       “She didn’t.  I ordered it when she was in the bathroom, as a little surprise.”   Paul regretfully revealed, “She didn’t want any of it.”

       “That’s a shame.”  Emma patted Paul on the back in a consoling motion before utterly revealing her intensions, “Can I have it?”

       “Sure.”  Paul shrugged, as Emma gleefully nudged Paul out of the way with her hips, leaned herself downward into the fridge, and started grabbing the styrofoam boxes.  Paul hadn’t been ready for how much leverage Emma levied his way and had to quickly regain his footing.  Emma felt heavy.  He wondered..  Was she finally heavier than Claire?  

       While he watched Emma’s round bum tilt from side to side as she tried to free the cheesecake from the fridge, he mentally tried to pinpoint her current weight.  While her stomach and chest had borne the brunt of her gain, her whole body had softened, Emma was even sporting a much fuller ass than he remembered.  If she kept putting on weight, it was only a matter of time before her meaty booty would outsize Claire’s in sheer volume.

       “You didn’t eat yours either?”  Emma asked out of concern, as she emerged from the fridge with both take-home boxes.  Something didn’t feel right.  It made sense why Claire would pass on dessert, but it was Paul’s birthday, why hadn’t he had any cake?

       “Claire said it wouldn’t be very supportive of me to eat it when she couldn’t.”  Paul elaborated, as Emma glared at the closed bathroom door in disgust.  She wasn’t a huge fan of ‘drunk’ Claire.

       “But it’s your birthday!?  That’s bullshit!”  Emma announced, as she opened the container and offered it to Paul, “Here, have it.  You can tell her I ate it.”

       “No.  It’s fine.  You have it.”  Paul smiled, as he tried to divert his eyes from ogling Emma’s large cleavage.

       “You need to have at least a taste of your birthday cake!”  Emma ordered, as she grabbed a fork from Paul’s drying rack, checked that it was dry, and then dug it into the dessert to offer a forkful of cheesecake to Paul.

       “Fine.”  Paul relented.  Emma was being nice, but the truth was that, in the back of his mind, he wanted to hurry the conversation along so that Emma could stuff herself with the calorie-high dessert and expand her bodyfat percentage further!  He might have had to endure Claire’s refusal to overeat, but he could settle for a slobbish display of gluttony from Emma.  It would be a nice consolation prize for all his frustrations.

       In pursuit of this little prize, Paul took his bite of cheesecake.  It was a rich cake.  Very filling.  Very fattening.  He could have enjoyed eating a little more, but he wanted to reserve the excess calories for Emma’s greedy gut.  Trying to hurry her along, Paul offered, “Do you want a new fork?”

       “Your cooties don’t scare me Paul.”  Emma declared, as she took the fork from his hand, pierced the center of the cheesecake, and slathered a big bite of the stuff down her eagerly awaiting throat.  Munching with her mouth full, Emma added, “Besides, I love cheesecake.”

       Watching Emma start eating like such a lazy glutton was exactly the mood lifter Paul needed.  His temporary glee was so encompassing that he started zoning out on Emma’s attractive display.

       “Did you know one piece of that cheesecake has two days’ worth of weight-watcher’s points?”  Paul blurted absentmindedly, as he seriously believed this was the first time, he’d ever seen Emma use a fork.

       “I did not.”  Emma muttered, while she stopped short of shoveling another bite into her mouth.  She got a curious feeling in the pit of her big belly.  It felt like nerves.. No.  It felt like excitement.  Her voice quivered a little bit, but she managed to ask, “So you’re saying that what I’m eating right now, for dessert, is what Claire would eat in total over the course of four days?”

       “In weight-watcher points, so yeah, I guess.”  Paul mused, not really paying attention to any subtext he may have thrown Emma’s way.

       “So, you’re calling me a fatty?”  Emma connected the dots, while she felt a flutter of unwanted arousal in the depths of her panties.  Was Paul teasing her in the most roundabout way possible??  Considering what she knew Paul was into, teasing from him about her weight basically constituted flirting.  Was he flirting with her??

       “Umm..  No.  I was just..  Sorry.  I meant nothing by it.”  Paul blushed, as he avoided eye contact.  He didn’t want to draw Emma’s attention to her gain.  After having to witness Claire shedding pounds like a dog with fur, he desperately didn’t want Emma’s amusing gain to stop.

       “It’s okayy.”  Emma assured him, as she felt convinced by his response that the subtext she’d picked up on had just been her perverse imagination playing tricks on her.  Paul was devoted to her sister, she knew that.  Her mind was playing tricks on her.  

       Seeing that Paul still seemed uneasy, Emma tried to calm him down as she turned away from him to take her little dessert feast to her room, “I know of all people you’re probably going to be the last person to judge me for putting on a few extra pounds.”

       “Just a few?”  Paul almost inaudibly smirked, as the right corner of his mouth perked up, cheekily.  While he hadn’t drank as much as Claire, the alcohol in his veins had mixed with the knowledge that Emma dismissed her substantial expansion as a measly ‘few extra pounds’ to produce a rather horny mood.  He had already been excited for his birthday present with Claire tonight, but seeing Emma so oblivious to the changes in her body just pressed his buttons in all the right ways.

       “What was that?  Speak up.”  Emma blurted, as she turned around mid-bite into the cheesecake.  She thought she’d heard another teasing remark from Paul, but at this point she wasn’t sure she could trust her senses to tell her the truth.  She was secretly craving to be teased like the girls she’d witnessed in the feedee videos.  It was what she wanted.  She couldn’t be sure if she was hearing what she wanted to hear or what was actually being said.  Surrounding herself with exciting feedee stimuli was playing hell with her assessment of this situation.

       “What are you gonna do?”  Paul rather smoothly pretended like he was repeating himself, “Like tonight.”

       “Well considering it’s your birthday, I don’t want to hear whatever you and my baby sister end up doing.  So, I think I’ll grab some headphones and listen to something loud for the rest of the night all byy myselff.”  Emma explained, as she sent Paul a knowing look.

       “Oh.  Makes sense.”  Paul blushed, while he couldn’t help but notice how Emma lingered on the last three words of her sentence.  Feeling a little concerned for her, Paul asked, “Were you really feeling lonely today?”

       “A bit.”  Emma admitted with a hint of unaccustomed vulnerability in her loud voice, “I mean I talk to people at work, but they aren’t really my friends.  I don’t really have any friends in this city.”  

       “What about us?”  Paul wondered, as he pointed toward himself and the bathroom door with his thumb.

       “Claire-bear’s not my friend, she’s my little sister.  And you’re my little sister’s boyfriend.  I think you’re a cool guy, but I’m not sure I’d consider you a friend of mine.”  Emma admitted, as she continued to elaborate, “We don’t do things friends would do.  We only ever hang out because we live together.”

      “Well we should change that.”  Paul suggested feeling Emma made a good point, “How about we get lunch tomorrow?”

       “Fine.”  Emma shrugged.  She didn’t mean to offend Paul with her previous statement although she could understand how it might have come off sounding meanspirited.  Maybe spending a lunch outside of Scoops Ahoy would be nice.  Besides, joining Paul for a meal was the least she could do for not getting him anything for his birthday.  Or was it?

       “Cool.  Have a nice night Emma.”  Paul smiled, as he took a step backward to go to his bedroom.  He wanted to get there before Claire was finished in the bathroom, plus witnessing Emma’s gluttony firsthand had turned him on something fierce.

       “You too birthday boy.”  Emma winked, as she got a hilarious thought, her voice took a devious tone, “And I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything for your birthday.  Want me to flash you my tits real quick!?”

       “Ah, no thank you!”  Paul nearly stumbled, as Emma’s face erupted into a delirious smile.

       “Hahaha, I was just kidding.”  Emma giggled, “You’re so easy.”

       “Not funny.”  Paul shook his head, as his heartrate slowly began to get under control after spiking.  Just the suggestive thought of seeing Emma’s inflated fat breasts had produced a strong shift in his blood flow.

       “Nighty-night.  Don’t let Claire-bear bite.”  Emma waved, as she slowly slinked into her room with dessert in hand and winked at Paul before closing the door.

       “Goodnight..”  Paul quietly gasped, as his eyes lingered on where Emma’s chubby gut had been.  Feeling sufficiently horny, he only hoped Claire would hurry, because if she didn’t he’d have to take matters into his own hands.

…
One month later..
…

       Today was the day.  Emma was sure of it.  Locking herself into the bathroom with the scale she’d bought from a convenient store last night, Emma was quick to place it on the ground and hop on.  It had been her mission to enlarge herself and she knew she’d been successful.  She’d gone up another size for her uniform a few weeks ago and it was probably coming time to retire her current one too!  She was too consistent with her eating, too diligent with her laziness, and to enthralled by the results to fail.  Today was the day she broke the 200-pound barrier.  She was sure of it.

       Looking down upon her belly, Emma could tell the bloating had subsided from her feast last night.  Not only had her stomach grown softer and larger with fresh layers of fat.  Her ability to process and contain food had clearly increased.  It took a lot more to paralyze herself into a food coma than it once had.  As before, her belly wasn’t the only part of her inclined to accumulate additional fat.  Her boobs continued to expand in size, her butt was rounding out, her thighs looked meatier and her arms appeared more substantial too.  Her little double chin had grown a bit fuller; her face had a rounder quality to it that she’d never had before.  It was hot.  She could only hope that as she looked down, the number on the scale reflected the number she imagined in her excitedly beating heart.

       *197lbs*

       “Shit..”  Emma groaned to herself in disappointment.  She’d been trying for the last few days to bump herself over the 200-pound barrier, but it seemed her body was stubbornly resisting her efforts.  She was certain she could push herself over the limit with a full belly, but she wanted to be over 200 pounds while her stomach was empty.

       As Emma gleefully imagined the glory of achieving such a level of fatness, she was startled by a knock on the bathroom door.  Her mind first suspected Paul, but he had already gone to the park to try and sell some artwork.  That really only left one person it could be.

       “Can you please hurry up?  I’m going to be late for class.”  Claire shyly pleaded from the other side of the door.

       “J-Just a minute!!”  Emma replied, as she tried to shake off the surprise.  Thank god she’d been wearing her pajamas.  Err.. well, Claire’s pajamas.  Hers hadn’t fit for a long time.  In fact, Emma wasn’t sure how much longer even Claire’s larger pajamas would fit at the rate she was expanding.  Flushing the toilet for cover, Emma stashed the scale under the sink.  Running some water and pretending to wash her hands, Emma tried to sound concerned when she finally opened the door to face her sister, “What are you still doing here?”

       “I slept past my alarm.”  Claire regretfully admitted, as she tried to squeeze by her enlarged sister, “I stayed up late last night with Paul again..”

       “Oh I know.  I could hear you two.  You’re gonna give those lovebirds in 2b a run for their money if you keep this up.”  Emma teased, as Claire couldn’t hide a serious frown.  Emma’s curiosity forced her to investigate, “What’s wrong?”

       “Nothing.”  Claire refuted, as she tried to nudge her sister out of the doorway, but Emma wouldn’t move her chubby body one inch.

       “Come on.  Out with it.”  Emma demanded slightly amused she’d gotten so heavy that Claire couldn’t move her so easily.

       “I’m just stressed.”  Claire wined, as she opened up, “Too much to do, not enough time..  I can’t seem to get into a good balance with school.  I’m behind in most of my classes.  I’ve had to ask for three extensions on papers this semester.  I don’t know what to do.”

       “It’s obvious what you have to do.  Stop being so busy and sit your butt down and work.”  Emma honestly responded, as she noticed Claire didn’t seem to like what she was saying.

       “It’s not that easy.”  Claire protested, “I want to get in shape.  I want to get good grades.  I want to save up money.  I want to be a good girlfriend.  I want..”

       “You can’t have everything you want!  That’s not how the world works!  You can’t stay up late having sex with your boyfriend every night and expect to show up to class rested and refreshed.  You can’t juggle your internship, your studies, the gym, your friends, and your boyfriend and expect to excel at everything.”  Emma declared to her sister, “You’re doing too much and if you don’t slow down, you’re gonna crash.”

       “But I can’t cut out the gym, I can’t cut class, I can’t stop showing up for my internship..”  Claire argued not wanting to admit her sister had a point.  She was going to continue, but before she could utter that she couldn’t let Paul down, Emma cut in.

       “Paul will understand if you need some extra time to get your workload under control.”  Emma roared, as she tried to knock some sense into her sister’s head.

       “but..”  Claire weakly protested.

       “No buts.”  Emma grunted.

       “But..”  Claire protested a little louder.

       “No.”  Emma shook her head without remorse.

       “He’s just been like super horny lately.”  Claire burst, as Emma’s facial expression revealed her surprise, “Maybe it’s because I’ve lost weight but having sex with him recently feels like it did when we first started dating.  I don’t know what’s gotten into him, and I don’t wanna stop.  I don’t wanna lose that passion.  It’s just been, like, really really good.”

       “Huh.”  Emma uttered in a calm disbelief.  How odd.  She knew Paul preferred Claire with a little more meat on her bones.  And to be perfectly honest, Claire’s weight loss had been a little slow, but it had been consistent.  She had to be down to around 165lbs by now.  There was no way that made Paul horny.  The guy that had so forcefully opened Emma’s eyes to the whole feedee fetish couldn’t be passionate about Claire slimming down.

       “I don’t want you to think like the sex was ever bad.”  Claire added unsure of how to interpret Emma’s pause, “Paul was always wonderful at getting me to..”

       “I get it.  Paul’s amazing.”  Emma cut her off not wanting to imagine her sister and Paul doing the deed.  Sidelining her confusion about Paul’s apparently horny behavior recently with her sister, Emma focused herself on telling Claire what she needed to hear, “No matter how good it is, you can’t devote all your free time to your boyfriend.  It’s just not a good idea.  Do your schoolwork, write your papers, do your internship, but also hang out with your friends!  Go to some parties, alone.  Explore.  Enjoy college for all it’s worth, because it will be over before you know it.  You don’t want your boyfriend to be the only thing you remember from college.”

       “Why not?  I love Paul.”  Claire innocently responded in a way that remined Emma a little too much of herself back when she was in college.

       “And I loved Scott!”  Emma snapped, as Claire recoiled from the force of her sister’s voice.  Noticing this, Emma toned her voice into something reflecting the concern she had for her sister, “I just don’t want you to make the same mistakes I did.  You realize you don’t have to have sex with your boyfriend every night, right?  Paul’s a cool guy, he wouldn’t be offended if you spent a few nights at your dorm to take care of your work, or if you hung out with friends more often without him.”

       “You think?”  Claire asked innocently.

       “I know.”  Emma assured her with a pat on the back, “You’ve got a good one.  He’ll understand.”

       “Thanks sis.”  Claire smiled, as Emma moved out of the doorway and let her have the bathroom.  Appreciating her sister’s advice, Claire added, “You’re the best.”

       “I know.  Be sure to tell Laura I’m officially your favorite sister.”  Emma joked, as Claire giggled in response.

       Once Claire left, Emma had the apartment to herself for a short time before she had to get ready and get to work.  On her short walk, Emma pondered what to eat later in the day to get herself over 200lbs and officially into serious fatty territory.  Her mind mostly toyed with the idea of finally closing in on becoming the girl Paul had drawn for her, but as Paul crossed her mind, she began to think about him too.

       What her sister had revealed to her had been very surprising.  Things didn’t add up.  Emma had her suspicions, but she thought better then to give them much credence.  Paul was a nice guy through and through.  And she felt that in the month since his birthday they’d really gotten to know each other on a better level.

       The first lunch they’d shared had been a bit awkward, but with each passing week they’d schedule more and more little lunch breaks to simply hang out and talk.  Paul was trying to be her friend and she’d been letting him.  The way he talked about his art, and the way he listened to her stories made Emma feel much more appreciated.  

       She wanted to forget what Claire had said to her about Paul being horny about her weight loss.  Maybe there was some reason for it that Emma wasn’t seeing.  Paul was a complex guy, maybe he’d face his demons and come out stronger for it.  Then again, maybe it wasn’t Claire who was making him horny..

       No.  No..  She would not allow herself to toy with such an idea.  Paul was her sister’s loyal boyfriend.  Emma just knew that he certainly didn’t have any interest in her.  She knew it.. but..  she couldn’t help but wonder.  What would it be like to have Paul as a feeder?  The way his gentle exterior had melted away into a dominant personality when he’d explained the fetish too her still haunted her dreams at night.  Claire was lucky, such a guy would probably be amazing in the sack.  

       Trying to keep her horny thoughts to herself, Emma knew she’d have her hands full during her lunch with Paul today.  He was actually going to join her at Scoops Ahoy for a change.  She tried hiding her curiosity once he showed up, but it was a losing battle.  She was distracted.  Slightly uncomfortable.  And overly curious.  In response, she just tried to keep her mouth shut, but even that proved abnormal enough for Paul to notice.

       “What’s wrong?”  Paul outright asked wanting to understand Emma’s spaced-out behavior today.  Normally she was so loud and animated, but today she seemed uncharacteristically quiet and reserved.  They’d been talking for 25 minutes and Paul had actually gotten to share three stories without a single interruption from Emma.  Any other day he might consider this a minor miracle, but today he just wanted to know if Emma was feeling okay.

       “Huh?”  Emma muttered, as she tilted her head while she tried to pay attention.

       “You seem out of it today.”  Paul elaborated, as he wrapped up the remains of his meal.  He seriously didn’t know how Emma ate fast food for lunch every day.  His stomach felt clogged with grease.

       “I’m just bummed my lunch break is almost over.”  Emma lied, as she followed Paul’s example and wrapped up the two empty burger wrappers in front of her.  They still had some cheese on them, but Emma didn’t feel like licking it off in front of Paul.

       “Right.  You can tell me what’s really on your mind.”  Paul assured her.  He’d gotten much more used to Emma’s mannerisms.  She couldn’t fool him into thinking nothing was wrong.

       “I’m just..  Okay.  I’m just in a weird place.”  Emma began, as she sought a better way to avoid telling Paul that her mind was on him, “I feel like something is missing..  And I think that something is.. a relationship.  But.. I don’t feel like I’m ready to date..”

       “That is a tough place.”  Paul acknowledged, as he appeared to buy what Emma was selling.

       “Right?”  Emma sighed in relief.

       “Are you over your ex?”  Paul wondered.

       “Yeah..”  Emma heavily breathed.  Now she was regretting bringing this up.  Powering through, Emma continued, “but we dated forever.  I can’t really imagine being with someone else.  Yet.”

       “Just take your time.  If you’re not ready, you’re not ready.  Listen to your heart.  Take it slow.”   Paul advised, as he stood up and tossed his trash in the trash can, “If you need to ever talk about it, just let me know.”

       “Where are you going?”  Emma inquired, as he headed toward the door.

       “Your lunch break is over.  And I should get back to the park.  People’s portraits won’t draw themselves.”  Paul explained, as he pointed at his watch and waved goodbye before heading out the door.

       “Oh.”  Emma muttered a little disappointed he was leaving so soon.  At least they’d eaten at Scoops Ahoy today, she wouldn’t be late resuming her shift.

      Cleaning her table, Emma didn’t rush.  She wasn’t that excited about working right now.  There was a lot on her mind.  A lot of mixed emotions.  She wasn’t really ready for human interaction yet.  However, once she resumed her shift the cheerful sophomore Alexia rushed over to her.

       “So??”  Alexia chirped in an excited tone.  What was she expecting a piñata?

       “So what?”  Emma replied, as she raised an eyebrow at the tall young lady in front of her.

       “Is that the guy you’re always grabbing lunch with?”  Alexia asked trying to see if he was still outside the front window of the restaurant.

       “Yeah.”  Emma responded.  She wouldn’t say she always got lunch with Paul, but they’d probably been having it at least four times a week now.  Sometimes they’d bring food to a park.  Other times they’d meet up at a pizza joint.  But it wasn’t every day.

       “He’s cute.  How long have you been dating?”  Alexia wondered, as Emma nearly coughed.

       “Ha.  We’re not dating.”  Emma corrected her feeling a little embarrassed.  Her cheeks actually burned a little bit.  Wait, was she blushing??  She and Paul did not look like a couple, right?

       “Well if you play your cards right, I bet you could make it happen.”  Alexia winked.  The only thing that stopped Emma from blurting Paul was dating her sister was what Alexia hurriedly squealed next, “He was totally checking you out every time you took your eyes off him.”

       “What?”  Emma nearly gasped, as her heart fluttered.

       “Eye fucking to the extreme.”  Alexia gossiped, as Emma felt a chill down the back of her neck.

       “R-really?”  Emma managed to question, as her breathing slightly quickened.  Her hands braced against her pudgy gut, as if to try and conceal it.

       “Yeah.  He’s not coming here for the food.  That’s for sure.  He must like what he sees.”  Alexia smiled with an encouraging nudge to Emma’s side, “And... girl, a guy that watches you eat like that and doesn't run away...”

       “Hey!! Rude!! I eat like a lady!”  Emma gasped in a sarcastic manner, while her hands fell to her hips.

       “Sure, ‘lady’ Emma.”  Alexia jokingly replied before adding, “What I mean is, he’s a keeper!!”

       “Haha, thanks.”  Emma muttered, while Alexia left her alone for a minute to clean tables.

       Standing there, in a near complete daze, Emma connected the dots.  Paul’s horny behavior with Claire.  Their ever more frequent lunches.  Him..  checking her out..

       Claire was getting skinny and she was getting fat.  She was the reason he was so horny..  Paul liked her..  but was he secretly trying to fatten her up?!  The thought was as exciting for Emma as it was troubling.  The possibility of having an honest to god feeder coaching her was exciting, but not at the cost of breaking her sister’s heart and betraying her trust!  She needed answers.  And Paul was going to give them to her whether he wanted to or not.

…
That night..
…

       She had to wait for the right moment, but Emma was impatient so rather than wait, she decided to make the right moment.  Paul didn’t suspect a thing.  He was a bit bummed out that Claire had told him she wasn’t coming over so that she could catch up on some work, and like the good boyfriend he purported to be, Paul had been very supportive.  So, Emma jumped at the opportunity to invite Paul to watch a movie with her on the couch.

       He agreed and Emma decided to set the stage for her interrogation.  First, she bought some beer, a whole case.  Next she bought food, plenty of snacks to share and plenty of calorie filled morsels to stuff herself with.  Popcorn, nachos, pizza, donuts, the works.  Then she picked her clothes.  She frankly didn’t have many options.  She wanted something that exposed her for the greedy pig she’d become.  Something that Paul couldn’t ignore.

       Needless to say, Emma could spy Paul’s eyes nearly popping out of his head once he got a gander at what she’d decided to go with.  A teeny skirt with a considerable amount of stretch and a flexible crop top that resembled a sports bra more so than a shirt on Emma’s engorged body.  The meager article of clothing didn’t even cover her ribcage.  Her belly was completely on display.  Paul tried not to stare, but Emma was wise to him now.

       The movie started innocently enough.  Emma had picked a long one.  The Lord of the Rings.  They didn’t talk much for the first five minutes, until Emma got an idea.  She proposed a little drinking game with Paul since they had so much beer.  He accepted and she laid out the rules.  They had to drink a swig of their beer every time:  there was a closeup of the ring, they saw the eye of Sauron, anybody said ‘ring,’ ‘precious,’ or ‘Baggins’, anytime Aragorn did something badass, anytime Legolas looked off into the distance, anytime Mary & Pippin did something cheeky or fun, anytime Gandalf got serious, anytime Gimli’s size was referenced, and anytime there was a wide shot of scenery.  And to top it all off, they had to finish their drink anytime the entire fellowship was on screen at once.  

       To say they got tipsy fast would be an understatement.  It didn’t even take an hour before they’d each downed nearly 4 beers.  While Paul mostly stuck to drinking along with Emma, she focused on filling her belly with all the snacks she’d placed on the coffee table.  While their drinking slowed as the movie progressed, Emma’s eating did not.  She munched her way through all of the popcorn.  She snacked the nachos into oblivion.  And the pizza didn’t stand a chance.  All that remained on the coffee table by the time the first movie finally ended was a plate full of donuts.  While the credits rolled, Emma decided it was time to get Paul’s attention.  Forcing her hands to press against her bloated stomach, Emma felt her plan go into motion with a loud..

       “*Bwarp!!* This is embarrassing, but do you mind if I unbutton my skirt?  It’s feeling uncomfortable.”  Emma tipsily wined, as Paul tilted to the side of the couch to get a look at how much damage Emma had done to herself over the course of the movie.  He’d heard her sloppily eating nonstop.  He’d wanted nothing more than to stop watching the film and to appreciate the way Emma ate, but he didn’t want to tip Emma off to his attraction.

       “No problem.”  Paul nodded, as he couldn’t believe how full Emma’s belly had expanded.  The chubby rolls of fat Emma had grown had been completely steamrolled by her belly’s expansion.  It looked as if her stomach was one superbly rounded orb of fat.  He watched with continued excitement as she let loose her button and her belly rush to fell the extra space.

       “Ugh!  So much better.”  Emma grunted, as she continued playing her game.  Sounding innocent, Emma explained, “I don’t know why none of my clothes have been fitting right recently.”

       “You..  You don’t?”  Paul muttered in drunken disbelief.  She’d just eaten enough food for a whole village!

       “Yeah, do you think they shrunk in the wash?”  Emma tilted her head innocently and placed both hands on the side of her bloating belly.  Squeezing her fat for Paul to see, she felt the gas in her stomach being forced upward, “*Urrrpp!!*”

       “Umm..  you know.. you’ve..”  Paul hesitated, as the liquor in his veins got the better of him, “You know you’ve put on some weight, right?”

       “*Bruuuup!!*” Emma belched involuntarily, as her libido felt stuck by Paul’s slurred words.  This was happening.  This was real.  Her embarrassment at the obvious fact Paul had thrown at her only served to drive her slightly crazier, but she couldn’t let herself enjoy this.  Not yet.  She had a mission.  So, despite wanting to indulge Paul’s comment, she played dumb, “I may have put on a…..*bwarp!* a teensy bit of weight.”

       “It’s a little more than that.  I promise.”  Paul pointed out unable to contain himself.  He was hearing Emma’s belly gurgle from all that beer she’d slurped down.  He wanted nothing more than to place his hand upon it and help Emma generate some more alluring burps.

       “Is it??”  Emma gushed trying to keep up her act but secretly enjoying the attention Paul was giving her.

       “Don’t play dumb.”  Paul accused, as he sensed the charade Emma was putting on.

       “Okay.  So I’ve packed on a few pounds since the breakup..  I’m fresh out of a 6-year relationship so I think I’m intitled to some comfort food.”  Emma argued with a pat to her drum of a belly, “*Burp!* My metabolism’s so good, once I decide to get my ass to the gym, I’ll lose it all in no time.  Till then, I’m gonna keep chowing down until I feel better.”

       “You’re okay with being fat in the meantime?”  Paul exclaimed unable to parse out what was motivating Emma’s strangely erotic behavior.

       “Does this belly make me look, fat?”  Emma wryly smiled, as she maintained her oblivious tone.

       “Umm..”  Paul muttered, as the sight of Emma squeezing the chub around her lower belly caused his train of thought to crash into impure territory.  This was the moment Emma had been waiting for, Paul’s eyes betrayed his exotic lust.  Turning on the sweet and shy charm, Emma leaned her soft body closer to him.

       “Come on Paul, we’re alone, you can be honest with me.”  Emma softly spoke, while her hands caressed her love handles, “I still look hot right?”

       Looking alarmed, Paul couldn’t find anything to say.  The truth was he found Emma to be hotter than ever at her current size, and she had to know it.  It almost seemed like she wanted him to acknowledge that unspoken attraction.  Like she was inviting him to indulge his greatest fantasy.  

       “I’ve really lost control of my appetite, haven’t I?”  Emma blurted into the void of Paul’s silence, as she feigned embarrassment.  She was getting to him now.  Looking vulnerable and ashamed, Emma’s voice turned seductive, “Not to mention my figure.”

       Paul’s eyes widened with that last remark.  It was like she was casting a spell on him.  He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t.  He was losing the battle.

       “You wouldn’t happen to like the ‘new’ me, would you?”  Emma purred, as Paul’s infatuated silence spoke volumes to her.  She could tell he was at her mercy now, but she wasn’t going to offer him any.

       “Have I been a naughty glutton?”  Emma cooed finally taking her act over the top.

       “What are you doing?”  Paul weakly demanded, while Emma placed her hand upon his upper thigh.

       “I’ve seen the way you look at me.  You don’t think I notice when you check me out?”  Emma accused in an alluring tone.  Her hand gently rubbed the top of his leg while her eyes spotted clear evidence of Paul’s arousal for her.  She was reluctant to outright touch it, but she had no problem getting close.

       “Emma I..”  Paul stuttered, as he grabbed Emma’s hand and stopped her from encroaching up his thigh.

       “You want me, don’t you?”  Emma accused more urgently, as she tried to free her hand from Paul’s grasp, but couldn’t manage it.

       “No..”  Paul shook his head, as he tried to regain his sense.  He was losing control.  He could feel it.  He needed to snap out of it.  He wasn’t a cheater.

       “Claire told me you can’t keep yourself off her.  That you’ve been uncontrollably horny lately.  She thinks you’re excited about her weight loss, but we both know that’s not what gets you going.”  Emma slowly hissed, as she brought her free hand to her heart, and brought Paul’s eyes to her chest with a swift jiggle of her boobs, “Be honest.  I’m the reason you’ve been so excited lately.”

       “No..  That’s not it.”  Paul lied unwilling to admit it to Emma or even himself.  He couldn’t tell her that he occasionally.. frequently.. fantasized about her when he had sex with Claire.

       “You don’t find me attractive?”  Emma pouted, as she struggled to wiggle herself closer to Paul with her stuffed tummy.

       “I do, but that’s not..”  Paul struggled to respond, as he inched away on the couch.

       “I’ve gotten fatter than your girlfriend ever was.  You can’t tell me that doesn’t excite you.”   Emma voiced a bit more strongly, as her wiggle morphed into a crawl and she closed in on Paul.

       “I mean..”  Paul muttered, as Emma got in his face.  The warm skin of her soft stomach was resting against his side.

       “It’s time for you to do something about these feelings you have for me.  Give me what I’ve been missing.”  Emma seductively demanded, as she slowly wrapped her arms around Paul’s shoulders and whispered in his ear, “I know you want a piece of this pork.”

       “Emma!  Stop!”  Paul yelled, as he shoved her off of him and she tumbled back onto the couch.  Surprised by Paul’s show of strength and unable to lean herself upward, Emma could only watch as Paul towered over her, “Alright!  I’ve noticed with some interest that you’ve let yourself go.  It’s certainly motivated me to instigate more sex from Claire.  But I could never betray her trust and give you what you’re asking.  If you’re serious, I’m going to have to ask you to move out!”

       “Calm down Paul I was just testing you.”  Emma revealed, as Paul’s face soured.

       “A test??”  Paul grunted.  He looked visibly upset, Emma immediately regretted taking her little interrogation so far.  She’d wanted to test his loyalty to Claire, and he hadn’t let her down.  She wanted things to go back to normal, but Paul’s voice kept her silent, “Why do you always do this shit with me?  Do you enjoy seeing me squirm?  Do you like driving me crazy??  I can’t believe you!”

       “Paul, please, I was just..”  Emma tried to explain, as Paul authoritatively cut her off.

       “You fucking got fat just so you could see if I wouldn’t cheat on my girlfriend??  I told you I love Claire!  Did you not believe me??  Do you not trust me just because I have a freaking fetish??  I can control myself!”  Paul seethed, as Emma’s eyes widened with concern.

       “I know!”  Emma pleaded, as she tried to squirm upward from the couch but was having some serious difficulties.

       “No, I don’t think you do!”  Paul countered, as he applied pressure against Emma’s swollen stomach with his arm and kept her flat on her back against the couch, “If I couldn’t control my desires, I’d tie you up right now and feed you everything I could get my hands on.  I’d force it all down your greedy gullet!”

       Emma’s heart suddenly started beating into overdrive!  Paul’s threatening tone hit her where it mattered.  Emma could immediately feel a wave of arousing sensation tingling throughout her helplessly softened body.  Paul was in control.  She was at his mercy until he snapped out of this angry persona.

       “The food would never stop coming!  I’d stuff your belly until you burst, unless you begged me to stop.”  Paul threatened, as he looked into Emma’s eyes wanting to see fear.  Instead he saw something quite different.

       “It would be hard to *burp!* beg with all that food in my mouth.”  Emma nearly moaned from the pressure Paul’s hand was putting on her belly.  It felt really good.  She could hardly breath, but not from the force Paul was putting on her.  The way he was talking, the way he was looking at her, the words he was saying to her..  It felt like she was in one of those video’s she’d masturbated to.

       “Then I would fill you up until you could qualify as a thanksgiving parade float!”  Paul angerly countered, as he noticed Emma convulse with a whimper.  He took his hand off her thinking he’d hurt her somehow, but that wasn’t it..

       “Oh my god!”  Emma gasped, as she felt herself twinge with delight, “And when I’m totally fat and helpless, would you have your way with me??”

       “What are you doing??!”  Paul yelped, as he realized Emma’s hand was lodged down the front of her skirt.

       Emma saw his eyes widen and couldn’t stop herself from blushing immensely.  She suddenly realized it too.  She’d touched herself in front of Paul.. “I-I’m..  I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to!”

       “Are you..  Is this..  Did I just turn you on?”  Paul stammered in confusion.

       “More than you could imagine.”  Emma gushed wanting Paul to understand what he’d just made her feel.

       “You’re not pretending.”  Paul muttered in disbelief.  “I thought you thought my fetish was gross.”

       “At first, but after you explained it to me.  It.. appealed to me.”  Emma admitted, as she came clean.

       “How so?”  Paul asked in astonishment.

       “The way you talked to me, the way you taunted me, the way you touched my belly, the way you fed me that pancake..”  Emma began describing, “It was strangely exciting.  And addicting.  I wanted to feel that way again so, I did some research..  and that got me even more curious..  and that picture you drew of me..”

       “What are you saying?”  Paul shook his head, as Emma felt all her breath suddenly empty her body.  In an instant Emma felt like she might suffocate right there and then.  And in some way, Emma felt like she did.  When she desperately breathed in, she didn’t feel like herself anymore.  It was like someone else was using her body.  She was helpless as her next sentence flew out of her mouth.

       “I want to be a feedee.”  Emma burst, as she powerlessly listened to what she said next, “And now that I know I can trust you’ll be true to my sister.. I want you to be my feeder.”

[swahilimonkfish]

I think this might be your best collab so far! And that's saying something! Emma is just a phenomenal character, and you draw her so well too.

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7 minutes ago, swahilimonkfish said:

I think this might be your best collab so far! And that's saying something! Emma is just a phenomenal character, and you draw her so well too.

Thanks!! it means a lot. I don't know if it will be the best or not, that's up to the readers to decide. But I think it's definitely the more complex and mature of my collabs so far... I'm glad you are enjoying this story... and I can tell you the best is yet to come, believe me!!

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This story is so great! I enjoy all chapters but the last one was the greatest of all. I can't wait for chapter 6!

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Amazing!!! I hope it never ends !

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Chapter 6- Jumbo


       For a brief moment there was a silence in the bathroom of Paul’s apartment.  As she looked upon the dial scale laying on the cold floor in front of her, Emma held her breath.  It was funny how an item she once considered such an irritant had now truly become a stimulant for her own inner pleasure.

       She liked the nervous feeling she got before she stepped on.  The wonder of if she’d added any weight to her abundantly curvaceous figure.  She liked the little squeaky creak the analogue piece of equipment would make when she forced all of her newfound weight upon it.  It was like it was begging her to stop eating so much.  Begging her to stop being such a shameful fatty.  

       She loved the judgmental ping the scale would make, when it had made up its mind about how to best quantify her beefy body.  She loved it almost as much as she loved looking downward across her swollen breasts and rounded mound of fat across her gut to read the number on the scale.  Over the last three and a half weeks, while the number on the scale grew, so too did Emma’s naughty enjoyment of her newfound situation.

       Over the last month, she’d done more than gain a plethora of excess pounds.  She’d gained a willing and capable platonic feeder in her sister’s lovely boyfriend, Paul.  They’d stumbled into the arrangement out of a mutual curiosity.  Or maybe it would be better to describe it as a little itch they each needed each other’s help to scratch.  Paul needed an outlet for his unsatisfied desires, and Emma needed to experience what her newfound fetish felt like in the hands of a dominant feeder.  

       It was a little awkward at first, but too addicting to halt outright.  Through trial and error, they’d set some ground rules, things to ensure they never got too carried away during the act of feeding.  For instance, Emma had dictated that Paul’s hands were only permitted to touch/fondle/massage her belly and only when they were specifically acting as feeder and feedee.  To touch anywhere else during the act of feeding, like her breasts, or her butt would make the already borderline flirtatious and sensual activity too sexual for the two friends.  In a similar way, Emma didn’t want Paul grabbing her belly under the table when they shared a public lunch together or even when she was just doing her own thing minding her own business because to do so would signal their feedings constituted something more than their mutual businesslike agreement.  

       They had agreed at the outset of their arrangement that if they ever crossed the platonic line they’d established, they would stop their feeder/feedee behavior immediately.  That being said, the rigidness of their rules came with some fluidity.  Emma had requested quite insistently to Paul that he could say anything to her both during the act of feeding and when they weren’t engaging in the act.  No teasing would be considered too cruel or embarrassing.

       Paul’s main requests were that Emma never mention Claire while he was acting as her feeder and that Emma had to show him complete obedience for his commands during the act.  He encouraged her to express her enjoyment and embellish her eating as much as she wanted.  As far as a timetable was concerned for their arrangement, Paul had suggested they set a goal for Emma’s weight and stop once she reached it.  Emma already had a goal in mind, so she’d been happy to share.  She wanted to grow as big as Paul had drawn her in the last illustration he’d crafted for her.  

       220lbs had seemed like an outlandish goal when she’d been struggling to push her weight past 197lbs.  Reaching 220lbs seemed as intimidating as climbing a mountain.  Emma thought it would be a long journey.  The only thing was, her body had grown accustomed to fattening up well before she’d brought Paul onboard as a teammate.  Expecting her journey to take at least two months, Emma’s weight steadily approached her goal in half that time.  It was almost too easy.  And now Emma was left with a quandary.  

       Was there any harm in asking Paul to remain her feeder for a little longer?  Although..  did she even want to gain more weight?  The simple truth was that she’d had more fun with Paul over the past month of gaining than she’d ever had gaining weight by herself.  While the results of their efforts pleased her, the thought of losing the feeder she’d just gained hung solemnly in the back of her mind.  She knew their arrangement was always temporary, but she hadn’t expected it to end so soon after it had begun.

       As Emma finally dragged her vision off of the scale in front of her, she excitedly released a hopeful smile at Paul.  He returned her smile and gave her an approving nod signaling her to step on.  She could feel a warmth growing within her from having such command over Paul’s expectant eyes.  She knew he had to be feeling the same mix of thrill and sorrow that she was.  Holding her breath, Emma took a step forward and rested her full weight upon the weary scale.

       The sound of Emma’s dial scale trying to settle upon her new weight was as erratic as it was momentary.  While Emma excitedly tried to view past her swollen breasts and chunky belly at the number on her scale, Paul’s eyes were locked on Emma.  The girl he’d treated as his feedee for the last month had been everything he’d wanted her to be.  She’d been insatiably hungry, priggishly mannered, and totally obedient to his commands.  And on top of that, she’d fattened up beautifully.  She’d very nearly gained 90 pounds since moving in with him during the summer, and now that they were at winter’s gates, well, no amount of winter clothes could hide how large she’d gotten.  He was proud.  Proud of how much Emma had grown under his influence and proud she could never hide how much of a fatty she truly was.

       The prospect of losing his feedee after such a short tenure was a pity, but Paul had to admit that it might be for the best.  His attraction for Emma had only grown with every passing day.  Looking at her now, he could feel some lust for the way Emma’s thighs had thickened, for the way her waist had fattened, and the way her breasts had rounded.  The pajama’s she’d borrowed from Claire, at her fattest, now appeared woefully uncapable of containing the engorged figure of Emma.  Though his heart only beat for Claire, once Emma got his blood pumping south, his more primal urges began to blur his restraint.

       “Mission accomplished.”  Emma chimed in a rather factual manner, while she looked up to gauge Paul’s reaction.
       
       Snapping his eyes off of Emma’s plump hips, Paul responded cheerfully, “220 pounds??”

       “221.”  Emma corrected, as she placed her hands onto her beefy midriff.  Claire’s kitty pajama t-shirt had no business trying to contain her gut, much less her breasts.  The shirt was more a second bra than a shirt, it only covered Emma’s swollen tits, leaving her belly completely on display for Paul to inspect.

       “Does this mean we’re done?”  Paul asked secretly hopeful Emma would plead for his help in growing even fatter.

       “That was the deal.”  Emma sighed, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror and squeezed her belly fat while letting out a pleased smile, “I can’t believe how fat you made me.”

       “I can.”  Paul smiled, as he inspected the growth of his prized hog and secretly reveled in Emma’s delight.

       “You made me such a fatass.  I love it.”  Emma enthused, as she looked toward Paul with a little endearment.

       Meeting her gaze, he smiled recognizing how much her face had softened since they’d began their little secret stuffings.  Being completely honest, Paul admitted, “I’m going to miss it.”

       “Me too.  But I’m not sure I could get much bigger.”  Emma mused, as she struggled to imagine what she might look like even larger than she was now.  It wasn’t easy.  She had no reference.  She waited for Paul to chime in and perhaps convince her that she had more ‘growing’ to do, but he remained silent.  Seeing Paul without an answer, Emma turned her attention back to her reflection and decided to try and prod him, “I’m so fat already..  I think I look perfect.  What do you think?”

       “You do look perfect.”  Paul replied in spite of the voice in the back of his head screaming to tell her she’d look better even larger.

       Emma appreciated Paul’s complement, but it wasn’t the answer she’d been hoping for.  She wondered if she could change Paul’s mind.  Maybe if she brought out the dominant feeder that dwelled within him one last time, he’d change his mind and command her to remain his feedee.

       “Wanna do one last feeding?  To celebrate?”  Emma offered, as Paul’s eyebrows perked up immediately.  Seeing the desire in Paul’s eyes, Emma pressed further, “You-know-who won’t be around until tomorrow night.  We’re completely alone, if you’d want to get started.”

       “Right now?”  Paul responded helpless to refuse.  The possibilities played in his imagination.  If this was the last time he’d get to act as Emma’s feeder, he wanted to make it the biggest feeding of Emma’s life.

       “Right nowww.”  Emma seductively hissed, as she struggled to her tiptoes, hung on Paul’s shoulder and bellowed in his ear, “And I’m hungggggrrrrrryyyyy.”

       Feeling his instincts take over, Paul burst authoritatively, “Then get your big butt on the couch and be a patient girl until I’m ready for you.”

        “Yes sir!”  Emma squealed in egger anticipation, while her jiggly body began a fervent trot to the couch.

       “We are going to start with dessert.”  Paul told Emma, while he walked toward the refrigerator.

       “Ayyhh..  You know me so well!”  Emma relaxingly exhaled, as she assumed her position on the couch and made herself comfy.

       As Paul fiddled about in the freezer, he avoided paying Emma any heed.  She felt a little jealous Paul was giving her meal preparation more attention than her.  If this was really the last time Paul fed her, she wanted 100% of his focus to be on her.

       “It’s so hot in here..”  Emma feigned, as she craftily used her complaining as an excuse to relieve her portly body of Claire’s inept pajamas.  First, she wiggled the tight pants down her legs.  Then she struggled to whip the shirt from her meaty chest.  Mid-struggle, she knew Paul could hear what she was doing, and yet he didn’t pay her any mind.  She didn’t get a reaction out of him until he’d managed to carry a platter of open ice cream to the coffee table.

       “Woah..”  Paul reactively blurted, as his eyes briefly flinched away from Emma’s scantily clad body.  He craved nothing more than to inspect Emma in underwear, but that wasn’t something allowed in their agreement.  Feeling the need to remind Emma of that agreement, Paul weakly said, “That’s against the rules.”

       “But I want this last feeding to be special for you.”  Emma innocently urged, as her tone became much softer and more submissive, “You’ve been so good to me, I think you’ve earned a little peak at what you’ve done to my body.  Tell me Paul, have I been fattening up to your liking?”

       This was bait.  Paul knew this was bait.  Emma was planning something, and she wanted him to fall for it.  Seeing her as the seductive feedee she’d become, Paul let his inner demon take over.

       “Very much so.”  Paul assured her, as he tossed in a quiet but stern order, “Just make sure your bra and panties stay on.”

       “They’ll stay on.”  Emma obediently hummed, as her head tilted to the side innocently while she added, “Unless, you feed me so much that.. they burst off me.”

       “That would be against..”  Paul began to rebuke Emma’s seductive challenge, as his imagination ran wild with the thought of Emma’s softened body naked.  Losing control, his commanding persona stopped him from chastising her and instead confidently hinted, “Well..  I guess we’ll see what happens.”

       “Mhh..  I guess so..”  Emma purred in delight, while she watched Paul’s eyes very closely.  He had such a manly look about him when he took charge and fed her up.  Wanting to encourage this favorable persona, Emma grunted, “So hurry up and feed me!  Your feedee is horny..  and hungry..  and would like to be brutally teased for her selfish appetite.”

       “Open wide.”  Paul calmly instructed, while Emma’s mouth quickly obeyed.  Using a spoon to scoop some ice cream, Paul brought the frozen dessert to Emma’s eager lips.  As she hummed in approval and gulped down the chilly treat, Paul added, “Better be careful.  Keep indulging that sweet tooth and soon you’ll be too fat to make it up the stairs.”

       “Mhh!!  Not bad, but I know you can do better.”  Emma excitedly whispered, as she felt a glorious sensation tingling across her body.  Taking another spoonful from Paul without skipping a beat, Emma blurted with her mouth completely stuffed, “I’m a big girl now, do your worst..  I can take it..  Don’t hold back..”

       “Remember when you only had a little paunch, a small muffin top?”  Paul asked in a judgmental tone, while he scooped more ice cream with one hand and gave Emma’s exposed belly a hearty slap with his other.  Just as Emma’s mouth opened to let out an excited yelp, Paul filled her with more ice cream.  Continuing to talk down to her, Paul teasingly spoke, “You thought losing the weight would be easy?”

       “Mhh-hmm..”  Emma hummed, as she weakly nodded her head in agreement.  Her feeder had ratcheted up his act up to 11!!  She could feel his intensity and longed for more verbal punishment.  Paul was scratching her itch better than he ever had before.

       “Did you seriously have a plan to hit the gym and start dieting?”  Paul skeptically wondered, as he pinched Emma’s lower belly pouch firm enough to cause Emma to gush with a little pain, and a lot of pleasure.

       “Mhh-hmm..”  Emma hummed, as Paul kept refilling her mouth with the slowly melting ice cream every time she swallowed.  He was like a man possessed, and she was like an obedient eating machine.

       “Do you think that plan would work for you now?  Do you think you’d be able to exercise successfully considering how grossly fat you’ve let yourself become?”  Paul sternly questioned with a firm enough poke to Emma’s belly button to produce a lovely burp from deep within her.

       “Nhh-mhh” Emma shook her head, as even the thought of her now horrendous physical condition raised the heat within her hopelessly skewed sex drive.

       “That’s right.  You know why?”  Paul loudly voiced, as he gave Emma’s gut a lustful grab and roared, “Because, the only exercise I’ll permit you to get is a slow waddle.  You can go to work, and you can go to the fridge to get more food, but other than that, your fat ass is on this couch or in your bed.  You got it?”

       “Yes sir!”  Emma quickly answered in almost a pleading fashion.  She wanted more, even more of this lovely talk her feeder was giving her.  She felt as if she’d cum just from his handling of her belly fat.  She didn’t even think it was possible, but she prayed Paul would prove her wrong.  She needed him to.  She needed to release this flood Paul was instilling within her.  She might just drown if he didn’t.

       Annoyed Emma was able to get a word in edgewise, Paul thrust a double scoop into her mouth and reasserted his voice.  Carefully teasing, Paul growled, “you’ve gotten quite heavy around your middle, haven’t you?”

       “Mhh!”  Emma hummed, as she affectionally squeezed Paul’s hand while he meticulously meaded the fat of her squishy gut.

       Ignoring Emma’s show of submission and blissful enjoyment, Paul continued his thought, “Do you have any clothes left that even fit this big belly?”

       “Nhh-mhh..”  Emma shook her head in response causing Paul to miss her mouth with another spoonful of ice cream and instead slather it all over her cheek.

       Slightly annoyed, Paul grabbed Emma’s jaw and stuffed what remained on the spoon into her mouth with more force than he’d done before.  Emma’s eyes were open wide with excitement by Paul’s unconventional enthusiasm.  She felt a pang of arousal escalate within her, as Paul threatened, “You stay still when I’m feeding you or else I’ll have to tie you down and feed you double!”

       “Aaah!”  Emma winced, as a pulse of pleasure shook her from the inside out.

       Paul’s attention was drawn to the noticeable slapping sound of Emma’s swollen boobs flopping against her chest as she jiggled in her seat.  Instinctively grabbing her wrists and forcefully using her hands to squeeze her bloated tits, Paul watched Emma’s face gasp with surprise and excitement.  If there was a lock to Emma’s libido, Paul had utterly shattered it.  The dominant demeanor of his voice captivated her imagination, his hands controlled her attention, he’d even found a way of touching her body intimately without technically using his own hands and breaking the no touching rule.  Although.. At this point, she’d probably let him touch her anywhere and everywhere he damn well pleased without a single complaint.  She was far too horny to resist.

       “You like what all the food I feed you is doing to your body.”  Paul knowingly teased, as Emma let out a gasp for air.  She was getting exhausted??  From what?  Just from the fast rate he was feeding her??  Had she really gotten that out of shape?

       “Oh-my god..”  Emma moaned, as her body vibrated with a shiver of thrilled excitement.

       “Don’t talk!”  Paul warned, as he let go of Emma’s wrists, and firmly pressed both of his hands against her chubby stomach fat.

       “*Burrrpp!*”  Emma belched involuntarily, as her hands helplessly fell to her sides, and she watched Paul go for more ice cream.  Sneaking a hand underneath her panties, Emma desperately begged, “Please Paul, I need a second..”

       “Five more big spoons and I might let you have a break.”  Paul compromised, as he finished grabbing a new spoonful of ice cream.

       “Please..”  Emma moaned, as she watched the spoon approach her face while she gasped for breath.

       “I said five more porker!  Keep talking and I’ll..”  Paul began to threaten, as his voice was drowned out a loud moaning sentence from Emma.

       “Fuck.. Pleaseeee tease me moree.. I’m so close..”  Emma pleaded, as Paul’s eyes sensed motion from Emma’s lap.  He spied her hand beneath her panties.

       “No.  Not in front of me.”  Paul ordered, as he grabbed Emma’s wrist and yanked her hand out from under her panties.  

       “Telling me no, only makes me want it more!”  Emma yelped feeling hopelessly victimized yet excruciatingly turned on by Paul’s commanding gesture.

       “It’s against the rules!”  Paul barked, as he intended to quell Emma’s protest with more food if necessary.

       “Rules are meant to be broken!”  Emma defiantly burst, as she selfishly wined, “It’s not cheating if I do it myself!”

       Paul was about to nip this defiance in the butt, but a loud noise from outside the apartment caused them both to freeze.  Someone had just entered the first floor of the apartment building.  Probably one of his neighbors.

       “Wait what was that??”  Emma worriedly gushed, as she fearfully looked at Paul.

       “Someone’s downstairs.  Just a neighbor.  Nothing to worry about.”  Paul dismissed Emma’s jitters, as he resumed trying to feed her, “Open up.”

       “No!  It’s Claire!”  Emma declared, as Paul snapped out of the delirious feeding frenzy.

       “She’s not coming over tonight.”  Paul assured Emma, as felt a pang of guilt in the back of his mind.

      “Listen!”  Emma urged Paul, as they could hear the pitter patter of footsteps rushing up the stairs.  With a sense of urgency Emma roared, “She always runs up the stairs when you’re not with her because she’s excited to see you!  Trust me!  It’s her!!”

       “Fuck!”  Paul cursed realizing Emma was right.

       “I’ll take my clothes and the ice cream and hide in my room!  Get in the bathroom and get rid of the ‘evidence.’”  Emma strategized, as her eyes wandered toward the auspiciously large bulge her feeder was sporting under his pants.  She began trying to wiggle up from the sofa, but Paul wasn’t moving.

       “What evidence?”  Paul quickly muttered not following Emma’s logic.  

       “This evidence!”  Emma urgently burst, as her hand darted to grasp Paul’s bulge without a second of rational thought.  With a hearty tug, Emma alerted Paul in the worst way possible of just how aroused she’d made him.  Perhaps her tug was too forceful or perhaps she’d just picked the right spot, but Emma could feel Paul’s bulge spasm from her tough.  Her jaw dropped in a fearful curiosity, as she got a front row view to Paul’s O-face.

       “Holy shit!”  Paul cursed, as the pressing problem of his girlfriend storming up the steps failed to distract him from the amazing release he was feeling from Emma’s grip.

       “Oh my god!  I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  Just go to the bathroom and clean it up, hurry!”  Emma spat, as she let Paul go and clumsily wobbled into her room with the remaining containers of ice cream from the coffee table.  She knew she’d crossed a line just now.. but it was an accident!  As dreadful as she felt about what she’d just done to Paul, she was too painfully aroused to dwell on it.  She’d gotten Paul’s rocks off, now it was time for her skillful fingers to give herself the same pleasure.

       Coming to his senses just in time to process the utter horror of the situation, Paul rushed into the bathroom, stubbed his toe by nearly stumbling over something on the floor, and quickly turned the shower on.  He made sure the water was as cold as possible while he stripped naked and piled his clothes together to conceal the accident his feedee had caused in his pants.  Over the sound of the water, he could hear a knock at his apartment door.  Emma had been right!  It really was Claire!  And she had a key!!

       Paul rushed into the shower and bit his tongue to keep from yelping because of how cold the water was.  Forcing himself to endure the stinging cold, he managed to lather up some soap and soak his hair.  Observing himself, he was relieved the cold water was doing its job, but a knock on the bathroom door caused him to jump.

       “Babe??”  Claire’s voice echoed into the bathroom while alarm consumed Paul’s conscious mind.

       Holy shit!  He’d never locked the bathroom door!  He could hear the squeaky hinges of the door swing open, before closing rather softly.  Claire was in the bathroom!  All that stood between him and his girlfriend was the thin shower curtain!  Thinking fast, Paul tried to produce as many suds of soap across his body as possible.

       “Hey!  Claire!  I didn’t expect you tonight!”  Paul worriedly replied to her, as he tried not to let the cold water effect his casual sounding voice.  He didn’t want to languish in the cold any longer, but he had to make sure that every visible sign of his arousal for his feedee had subsided.

       “Guess what!?  My gym class was canceled tonight, so I thought..  since it’s been awhile..”  Claire hummed, while he could hear her slowly approaching the shower curtain, “We could workout together tonight!”

       “Umm, I’m not really in the mood for a workout..”  Paul responded with a bit of a sour tone.  Why did Claire want him to exercise all of a sudden?  She knew he wasn’t really into the gym like she was.  Hopefully she didn’t want to go running or something, his toe still stung from whatever he’d banged it on.

       “Haha, no silly, the kind we do in bed!”  Claire warmly elaborated, as Paul recognized the sound of clothes dropping to the floor.  His heart almost stopped.  Had Claire just inspected the clothes he’d left on the ground??  Did she find the evidence of his feedee’s transgression?  Did she know?  His fearful questions were answered in an instant, while Claire’s naked body quickly swung the curtain open and she hornily chirped, “Or in the shower!  Hey handsome!”

       “Hey beautiful!”  Paul gushed frozen in place while he felt Claire’s eyes inspecting him.  He felt so guilty he hardly had time to notice her substantially trimmer looking physique.  He was too busy thanking the gods that the cold water had done its job.

       “Mind if I join you?”  Claire smiled clearly liking the look of her naked and surprised boyfriend in the shower.

       “Umm, not at all.”  Paul welcomed his girlfriend, as she stuck her hand out and felt the water before quickly recoiling.

       “Why’s the water so cold?  You’ll freeze!”  Claire pouted, as she leaned to the side and turned the hot water way up.  Feeling the temperature begin to change, Claire entered the shower away from the showerhead.

       “Was just trying to wake up, I’m really feeling exhausted.”  Paul lied, as Claire seemed to buy it.

       “Busy day?”  Claire wondered, while her eyes longingly stared into his own.

       “Yeah..”  Paul muttered, as Claire leaned closer to him and wrapped her hands around his sides to tug him closer.

       “Well..  Let me make it better for you, *Mhh!!*” Claire seductively cooed with a gentle kiss to Paul’s lips.

       Closing his eyes, he let his arms wrap around Claire’s back.  As they kissed, Paul could feel, with some disappointment, how his girlfriend’s body had shrunk in sized and firmed up with lean muscle.  While their bodies pressed together, he could feel that his stomach was now the softer of the two.  Claire now had a flat stomach that was pretty firm to the touch, if a little soft looking to the eyes.  The love handles he loved grabbing onto had vanished, so instead, his hands veered toward Claire’s butt.  Luckily Claire’s ass still had some fat to squeeze otherwise Paul might have lost his hopeful concentration.  He was trying to perform well for Claire, but while his lips were up to the task, another part of him wasn’t hopping on board.

       “What’s wrong?”  Claire hummed, as she pulled away from her handsome man.  She sounded disappointed, “You don’t seem into it.”

       “I am into it.”  Paul tried to rebut, but Claire quickly decided to investigate with her hand rather than take him at his word.

       “You’re not even hard.”  Claire discovered feeling a bit self-conscious she’d failed to turn her boyfriend on.

       “I’m sorry.”  Paul gulped, as he stumbled to find an excuse, “I just feel tired..”

       “No.  It’s fine.”  Claire vulnerably recoiled, “Finals are coming up.. I should be studying anyway.”

       “Hey, maybe later we can..”  Paul began to try and bargain, while Claire pushed the shower curtain to the side and grabbed a towel that was within reach.

       “I’m busy later.  I have homework.”  Claire droned quickly turning down Paul’s offer, as she wrapped her thinner body in the towel.  Luckily, she hadn’t gotten her hair wet yet.

       “You could do your homework tomorrow.  Wouldn’t a relaxing date night be nice?”  Paul tried to sway Claire’s opinion, as he kept his eyes on her noticeably thinner face.

       “It would, but I’m busy.”  Claire reiterated with less patience in her voice.

       “You were not this busy last year.”  Paul complained rather stoutly.

       “That’s the thing about college, it gets harder every year!”  Claire burst with a hint of annoyance, “You’d know that if you’d ever..”

       “What??”  Paul snapped a bit louder than Claire had expected.

       “Nothing.”  Claire muttered feeling a little startled.

       “If I’d ever, what?  If I’d ever gone to college??”  Paul continued trying to finish Claire’s thought for her.

       “No..”  Claire weakly denied.

       “It’s what you were going to say wasn’t it?”  Paul insisted, as Claire’s face revealed her guilt.

       “I didn’t mean it.  I’ve just been stressed lately and..  I really wanted sex..”  Claire pouted feeling upset.

       “I’m sorry, I’m just not in the mood tonight.”  Paul firmly stood his ground, while he crossed his arms.

       “Clearly.”  Claire grunted, as she added a solemn, “I should go.”

       “No..  Claire, you don’t have to..”  Paul softened his tone feeling some concern.

       “No, it’s okay.  I’ll find another way to deal with all the stress finals are giving me.”  Claire explained, as she dried herself off with the towel, “Let’s hangout on Saturday.  No work, no school, just us.”

       “Okay..”  Paul agreed, as Claire looked at her pile of clothes and the dial scale on the bathroom floor next to them.

       “What’s with the new scale?  Were you weighing yourself?”  Claire asked, as Paul seemed perplexed by the question.

       “What?”  Paul muttered, as his mind suddenly realized he’d stubbed his toe on Emma’s dial scale!  He’d never put it away! “Oh!  Umm, yeah..  I just wanted to check my weight and I couldn’t find the digital scale in my closet..”

       “Huh, why?”  Claire asked in curiosity.

       “Umm,” Paul panicked, as he tried to avoid admitting he’d been weighing her porky sister, “Well, ugh, I’ve been umm..  you know, drinking with Emma recently..  More often than I usually do and umm..  Just wanted to have some piece of mind it wasn’t having an effect on me.”

       “Oh.  Well I think you look great babe.  As usual.”  Claire smiled, as she began picking up her clothes, before adding, “Just don’t let her rub off on you.”

       “Thanks.”  Paul replied, while he watched her turn her back toward him.

       “If you ever want to join me at the gym, the fitness classes I’m doing really work.  I’m down to…”  Claire paused, as Paul watched her hop on the dial scale from behind.  He deeply wished she’d call out a heavy number, but to his dismay, Claire proudly said, “157 pounds!”

       “That’s great honey!”  Paul burst with fake enthusiasm before his voice returned to his more disappointed tone, “but I’m where I want to be.”

       “Cool.  Just thought I’d offer.  It would be a fun thing to do as a couple.”  Claire dejectedly responded, as she donned her clothes in silence and uttered one last thing before she darted out of the door, “Have a nice night.”

       Closing the bathroom door, Claire couldn’t help but shed a few tears from her frustration.  They’d gone from having some of the best sexual chemistry of their relationship to the longest dry spell of their relationship in only a month’s time.  However, she wasn’t mad at Paul.  She understood the demands of her schedule and she knew she couldn’t devote as much time to him as she had last year.  But she did feel responsible for the little blow up they’d just had.  She’d treated him like a booty-call, not a boyfriend.  She hoped he didn’t think less of her for it.  Feeling like she needed someone to talk to, instead of leaving Paul’s apartment, she decided to enter her sister’s room.

       “Hey sis, do you have a minute?”  Claire meekly asked, as she opened the door and spotted her sister laying down on her bed in nothing but a tight bra and panties.  Her stomach looked like a round dome of thick pudge from the angle Claire was viewing it.  She’d tried to stop chastising her sister about her weight, but as her eyes judgingly convinced her that Emma’s weight problem had only grown more severe, she felt she needed to say something.

       “Don’t you knock??”  Emma sighed sounding annoyed she was being disturbed.  She looked like a lazy mass of fat.  She didn’t even lift her head up to meet Claire’s eyes.

       “What were you doing??”  Claire wondered with a slight bit of disgust in her voice, as she spotted a mess of empty ice cream containers sloppily thrown on the floor besides Emma’s bed.

       “I was *Buurp!* eating..”  Emma belched, while she gave her big bloated stomach a rub.

       “Clearly you’ve been doing a lot of that recently.”  Claire muttered, as her eyes wandered from her sister’s round gut to her chubby thighs.

       “What are you trying to say?”  Emma grunted, as she attempted to lean herself upward and produced some noticeably pudgy rolls of fat across her belly.

       “You look like a girl who loves to eat.”  Claire responded in a no-nonsense kind of way.

       “Are you calling me.. fat?”  Emma jittered, while the fluttering tingle of excitement within her, that she’d vanquished minutes earlier with some scintillating masturbation, kindled back to life.

       “I’m not calling you thin Emma.”  Claire countered thinking her sister was playing dumb about the consequences of her gluttony, “Seriously, when are you going on a diet?  What are Mom and Dad going to say when they see how much you’ve let yourself go?”

       “They’ll understand that I’ve been through a lot and I need time to heal.  The second I want to start dating again, I promise I’ll lose all this fat.”  Emma lied, as she slapped her jiggly gut with both hands and gave it a big squeeze for Claire to see, “Until then please respect that I’m an adult and can make my own choices.”

       “Fine.  Make a choice.  Do you wanna come hangout with me?  We could have a ladies-night out on the town.  Or would you rather keep sitting on your lazy butt stuffing your face with ice cream all alone?”  Claire posited her questions, as she impatiently placed her hands on her hips.

       “I don’t feel like going anywhere.”  Emma meekly responded, while she wondered if she had any clothes, that still fit, which would be suitable for a night on the town.

       “You’re the one who told me I needed a life outside my boyfriend.  So, I’m telling you, you need a life outside of eating your feelings.”  Claire declared, as she stormed over to her sister, grabbed both of her pudgy arms, and lugged her to her feet.  Grunting with strain, as she stopped Emma from trying to sit back on the bed, Claire growled, “You need to put yourself out their again!”

       “No.”  Emma grunted, while she tried to break Claire’s grip, but her little sister was too strong.

       “I’ll be your wing-girl!”  Claire urged, while Emma tried harder.

       “Definitely not.”  Emma growled, while she really used her weight to try and lean away from her sister, but Claire bent her legs slightly and tugged even harder.  Losing the battle, Emma stubbled forward and Claire practically wrestled her to the closet.

       “You’re coming even if I have to roll you there.”  Claire vowed, as Emma gave up her resistance and tried to catch her breath.

       “You’re going to try and get me laid??”  Emma panted, as she hunched over and watched as Claire dug through her messy closet and threw some sweatpants at Emma’s face.

       “You bet.”  Claire enthusiastically burst, as she tossed Emma a black tank top and ordered, “Get dressed.”

       “I’m in no shape to start dating again.  Look at me.”  Emma muttered, while she did as Claire said.  The grey sweatpants fit, but barely.  They were stretched to their limit.  They’d been baggy when Emma had been closer to 140lbs, but now her thick thighs stretched the skin-tight garment to its seams.  The look was hardly flattering.  She couldn’t even bring the fabric down low enough to cover her pudgy calves.  The tank top was even worse.  It was basically a secondary sports bra that offered nothing by way of extra support.  Her bloated belly was completely on display.  Feeling ridiculous, Emma complained to Claire, “Besides, I don’t have any clothes for a girl’s night.  I’m too fat for everything.”

       “If you ate sensibly you wouldn’t be in this situation.”  Claire chastised her sister, as she tried to tug down Emma’s shirt, but realized it was pointless with her sister’s big belly.  Getting an idea, Claire burst, “I have some dresses that might fit you at my place.”

       “Please stop.  I don’t want to go out, okay!”  Emma grunted, as Claire frowned.

      “Just this once, can you be a good sister to me and keep me company?”  Claire vented, “Paul and I just had a fight and I don’t want to be alone.”

       “What happened?”  Emma muttered in a consoling fashion.  She of course had an idea of what Claire could have seen if Paul hadn’t cleaned himself up fast enough, but she didn’t want to assume and risk giving herself away.

       “I’ll tell you, but you gotta come with me.”  Claire urged her, as Emma relented.

       “Alright, alright.”  Emma sighed, as she prepared to endure whatever her little sister considered to be a night out on the town.

       The night started with a rough walk to Claire’s dorm.  She’d grabbed a sweatshirt before they’d left to help combat the brisk air outside, but Emma found herself sweating after only a few blocks of walking.  Emma’s stomach felt uncomfortable from all the ice cream Paul had stuffed her with, but she endured the discomfort and powered through.  Although, her lungs were actually feeling a pinch of discomfort from the exertion.  Emma hadn’t realized her efforts to fatten up had so drastically cut her stamina, but the realization was rather exciting.  It was a reminder of the wonderful progress she was making.

       As Emma mused over her weakened physical fitness, Claire filled the time it took them to get to her dorm with a laundry list of insecure complaints about Paul’s behavior lately.  Emma learned from Claire that he wasn’t texting as much.  He wasn’t joining her in eating healthy.  He didn’t seem as excited to see her recently.  Emma thought Claire came off sounding a little paranoid and needy, but Emma could sympathize.  Claire was head over heels in love with Paul and she just wanted more attention from him.  Emma did her best to validate Claire’s concerns and offer some excuses on Paul’s behalf.  After all, she had to cover for her feeder.

       At Claire's dorm room, the quest to find a dress that fit Emma properly began.  It was obvious to Claire by the size of Emma’s breasts and belly alone, that Emma was fatter than Claire had ever been.  While Claire stood a good four inches taller than her older sister and had a slightly larger frame naturally, even her biggest and more stretchy dresses posed a problem for Emma.  

       They spent a good twenty-five minutes going through different clothing options, but things were anything but easy for Claire.  Her sister was not a very cooperative person in general, but tonight Emma was something else.  Every time Claire had to command her sister to suck in her stomach to help her fit into something, Emma started acting a little strange.  At first it was typical stuff, like complaints about her problem areas.  But after 15 minutes had past, Emma’s complaints got more complex.  Claire was a bit off put by some of the colorful language Emma used to effectively fat shame herself, but it did at least put some of her worries about Emma to rest.  This whole time it seemed like her sister kind of enjoyed getting fat, but seeing her vocal frustrations, Claire knew Emma wasn’t pleased with what she’d become.  It looked like her sister had to practically bite her tongue to keep from crying, as they tried one final dress.

       Emma had to practically bite her tongue to keep herself from moaning in delight.  She never could have conceived how fun it would be to have grown out of so many outfits.  She loved all of it.  The hope in her sister’s eyes before she tried on a dress, and the embarrassed disappointment apparent on her sister’s face when she ultimately proved too fat to fit.  It was a perverse little game that Emma enhanced with her own vocal soundtrack.  Teasing herself in the absence of Paul was the best she could do to push herself closer to the edge.  It seemed like Claire had no clue how respond to her antics other than to offer another dress as tribute.

       This last dress was the best of the bunch so far.  It actually fit, barely.  The main issue for Emma was how tight the dress felt against her love handles and her chest.  It was actually kind of hard to breath in it, but it wasn’t like Emma had any other options.  Having found success, Claire headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.  The second Claire left; Emma struggled to take her bra off without removing her dress.  The bra was simply too tight for the dress and too painful to put up with all night.  Emma knew she needed a bigger bra anyway.  Her breasts had fattened up too much.  Inspecting herself in the mirror, Emma wagered that nobody would even notice if she went braless tonight.  Despite their big size, her boobs were very perky.  

       Alone in Claire’s dorm room, Emma was quick to note how messy the room was in general.  Claire had complained of her sloppy roommate, but there was still a lot of clutter on Claire’s side as well.  On Claire’s desk chair, Emma noticed some folded clothes that clearly belonged to a boy.  When Claire returned from her shower Emma asked about them.  Claire explained the clothes belonged to her roommate’s boyfriend and that she’d asked Claire if it was alright to temporarily leave them there.  Turning her attention to her own clothing situation, Claire grabbed the newest dress she’d added to her collection to showcase her leaner body.

       The bar Claire’s friends were at was called the ‘Tap House.’  Emma was thankful it was only a short walk from Claire’s dorm because she’d lost her breath by the time they got there.  Claire actually teased her a little bit for her poor show of stamina which set Emma’s mood for the rest of the night.

       They were quite a contrast.  Claire wasn’t yet technically thin by society’s definition, her lower body was still a bit too padded for that, but Claire looked thin when she was standing next to Emma.  Maybe that was why Emma noticed the considerable amount of attention her baby sister was getting from the male gender at the bar.  Emma had always been the hot sister, or the sexy sister.  She was the one in the family guys always fawned over.  Having her beauty totally eclipsed by her sister should have been a wake-up call.  Instead it was an aphrodisiac!

       Rather than dismay about the looks of disgust, and petty mean comments, she received from the college guy’s she flirted with, Emma was loving how they were reacting to her fattened body.  She was being treated like the shameful fatty she’d labored so hard to become and despite her utter failure to land a guy to bed her, she had to admit she was having fun.  Claire did her best to act as a wing girl, but there was no hiding Emma’s gluttonous streak.  Even the handsome gym instructor Claire introduced to her seemed fatally grossed out when Emma let out a belch for the ages.  Clearly Mike, or whatever Claire said his name was, didn’t find gassy ladies attractive.  His loss.

       As Claire followed after her gym instructor to do some damage control and maybe even some dancing, Emma decided to fill her belly with something other than beer.  Maybe the bar had some good appetizers?  Emma was willing to try at least half the menu to find out.

       Making her way across the floor of students mingling and causally dancing to the music, Emma approached the bar.  It was freaking crowed, but one side was clearly swarming with more horny college guys than the other.  Emma briefly wondered why that was until she saw the beauty of a female bartender working on that side of the bar.  She was a young blonde with big tits.  Of course, those college frat boys couldn’t resist.

       Making her way to the side of the bar without the bimbo bartender, Emma hoped to find a stool to rest her tired legs.  She spotted that only one stool was left open, so she rushed to get to the seat before someone else could take it.  Unfortunately, there wasn’t a lot of space for Emma to fit onto it.  To her right was a guy clearly drunk off his ass and salivating at the sight of the bimbo bartender.  To her left, to her surprise, was probably the fattest chick in the bar, even fatter than her.  Emma actually nudged this obese chick’s girthy ass when she tried to wiggle onto the stool.  The girl’s ass was so fat and wide its fat spilled out over her stool and actually encroached on Emma’s.  Never one to mince words, Emma blurted the first thing that struck her mind.

       “Hey, you mind scooting over?  Your ginormous ass is on my seat!”  Emma grunted, as the obese beast beside her rotated her overblown body toward her.  The poor tiny stool she was sitting on let out a squeaky cry as it tried not to bend beneath her great weight.

       “How about you mind your own business..”  The familiar sounding woman complained, as her eyes locked on Emma’s and they burst wide with surprise, “Emma?!”

       “Alana!?”  Emma nearly choked, while she was barely able to connect the voice she was hearing with the faded face from her memory, “Is that really you?”

       “In the flesh.”  Alana shrugged, as Emma’s jaw dropped while she inspected what had befallen the brazen brunette.  Alana sported the frame of her baby sister to a certain extent, if her sister weighed somewhere over 300lbs and boasted a bust worthy of matching her own.  Emma’s attention was captivated by the changes she was noticing.  Alana’s legs had gotten so fat they looked like tree trunks!  Her hips had spread past the point of reasonable belief!  Her ass had always been rather big, but now its volume of fat had multiplied by a factor of 4 or 5!  And then their was her gut and bust..  Emma felt envious, but it was obvious that Alana’s girth put her own to shame.

       “Emphasis on flesh.  You look so..  ”  Emma hesitated, as she didn’t actually have a word readily available for what she was seeing.  Alana looked to be a least double the size she’d been the last time Emma had seen her.  She looked like a female sumo wrestler or something!  What was the word for somebody THAT fat??  Maybe she’d drank too much beer, because she couldn’t think of one.  So, she just settled for closing her statement with, “jumbo.”

       “Jumbo??  Ha.  Ha.  You’re one to talk.  You’ve gotten so fat I hardly recognized you.”  Alana snapped seemingly agitated by Emma’s characterization of her.  Although her face was blushing from the embarrassment of being recognized and she was pissed Emma had pointed out how severely she’d let herself go, Alana got herself under control, as she reluctantly added, “Although I guess you have a good excuse for piling on the pounds.”

       “I don’t.. want to talk about him.”  Emma recoiled slightly, while she spared herself the pain of remembering by refocused her mind on how infatuated she was by how massive Alana’s body had expanded with pillow-like fat, “What’s your excuse?”

       “For getting fat again?”  Alana scoffed sounding disappointed with herself, “I think my metabolism just quit on me.”

       “First of all, I’m fat.  You’re..  jumbo.”  Emma reiterated, as she remembered the word she’d pulled out of her ass to describe somebody of Alana’s category of obese, “Second, don’t give me that metabolism bullshit.  What happened?  Did your BOY dump you?”

       “Nothing happened!  My boy-FRIEND didn’t dump me!!”  Alana growled, as she shot Emma a glaring look.

       “Settle down, I wasn’t trying to offend you.”  Emma assured her, with a pat to Alana’s truly mammoth sized belly.  It was super soft and squishy.  Emma tried to imagine what it would feel like if her own gut was that big.

       “Look, it’s just been too long since I hauled my lazy ass to the gym.”  Alana blurted her excuse, as she could tell by Emma’s unimpressed look that the short scamp wasn’t buying it, “And I eat a little too much junk food, okay?  Stop judging me.”

       “I’m not judging, I think you look good.”  Emma truthfully complemented, as Alana’s frowning face seemed to brighten up.

       “Th-thank you Emma.  That’s really sweet.”  Alana smiled, as she picked up a fork from the plate in front of her and Emma observed that Alana had been sitting at the bar drinking a pina colada and chowing down on cheesecake!

       “I’m just curious.  Umm, just between us girl’s with weight problems..  How much do you weigh?”  Emma enviously wondered, as she craved to know how heavy this jumbo-sized woman was.

       “I don’t know.  The last time I weighed myself I was 350 pounds, but I haven’t checked in a while.  So, it could be a little more or a little less..”  Alana self-consciously revealed, as Emma’s heart beat faster..  350 pounds..  She could only imagine what being that fat must feel like.  She wanted to ask more questions, but her train of thought was interrupted by Alana trying to save face by adding, “I’ve been trying to diet recently.”

       “Isn’t that your second plate of cheesecake?”  Emma inquired, as she pointed to the empty plate besides the one Alana had in front of her with a half-eaten piece of calorie filled cheesecake.

       “I wanted three plates.”  Alana snobbishly grunted, as she dug into her dessert with her fork and quickly took a taste to her lips, “See-dieting.”

       “Hahaha, you’re hopeless.”  Emma earnestly belly-laughed at Alana’s oblivious hypocrisy.

       “If you knew how good the cheesecake was here, you’d see I’m making a big sacrifice.”  Alana protested, as she cut into her cheesecake and offered the next forkful to Emma, “Here.  Have a bite!”

       “I don’t know I’m pretty stuffed.”  Emma muttered, as she consciously placed her hand on her bloated gut.  In truth, she could eat more, but her dress felt ready to burst in her seated position.

       “Have a bite.  Save me from myself.”  Alana pleaded, as she held the fork closer to Emma’s face.  Unable to resist the opportunity to get fed in public, Emma opened her greedy mouth and welcomed the luscious taste of the cake.

       “Mhh!!”  Emma hummed, as she swallowed down the morsel and was surprised by how rich it tasted.  Taking in a big breath of satisfaction, Emma could feel the seams of her dress around her love handles finally snap, “Fuck!”  

       “Was that your dress?”  Alana gushed, as she spied the little rip that had just formed around Emma’s one side.  Emma blushed from excitement but didn’t want to tip Alana off to her weird libido.

       “My sister is going to kill me.”  Emma pretended to grunt, as she tried to put her wardrobe malfunction toward the back of her mind.  It wasn’t proper to get so utterly turned on in public like this.  As she mentally weighed the merits of excusing herself to a bathroom to masturbate, she forgot to sensor herself, “But that cake’s better than sex.”

       “Hahaha!  Don’t know if I’d agree with you there.”  Alana vigorously managed to say, while laughing at how serious Emma had sounded about the cake.  “You might not be doing sex right.”

       “Hey Bar-keep!  Four slices of cheesecake please!”  Emma loudly called to the pretty blonde behind the bar all of the dumb frat boys were trying to flirt with.

       “What are you doing?”  Alana tilted her head in surprise, as Emma simply released a devilish looking smile.

       “Three for me, and one for you.”  Emma reasoned, “I could use more friends in this town so let’s shoot the shit, stuff our faces and get wasted!”

       “Haha, as long as you’re buying, you won’t hear me complain.”  Alana agreed, as she finished her pina colada and motioned to the bartender for another.  Looking back beside her, Alana couldn’t help, but ask, “What about your dress?”

       “It’s already ripped.  So.. Fuck it.”  Emma shrugged, as her devilish smile returned, “Let’s eat!”

…

       While Emma and Claire’s night turned out loud and exciting, Paul remained alone in his apartment.  His guilt over his little blow up with Claire weighed on him heavily.  He’d made himself dinner.  Watched some TV.  However, nothing could really change his mood.  He hadn’t been giving Claire the attention she craved from him and for what?  So, he could stuff her older sister silly behind her back??  What kind of a shitty boyfriend was he??  He knew he could do better.  He knew Claire deserved better.  When Emma got home, he’d tell her.  He’d thank her for the little taste of heaven she’d given him by acting as his feedee but tell her that they really had to stop like they agreed.  Emma was 221 pounds.  She’d gotten what she wanted.  He’d gotten what he’d wanted.  Everyone could leave their arrangement happy.

       Around 2AM, Paul was up watching TV when he heard the sound of someone stumbling into the apartment complex.  The steps were heavy.  They moved slowly.  Whoever it was stopped every few steps to catch their breath.  He muted the TV, as the noise finally reached just outside the door to his apartment.  With a swift sound of a key turning, the door swung open and in stumbled Claire’s troublesome older sister.

       “Oooohhhh  Paauuulll!!!  Yourr feedeeeee’s homeeee!”  Emma drunkenly slurred, as she collapsed next to him on the couch and let out a huge, “*BWArrrrrrpppppp!!*”

       “What the fuck Emma?!  Are you drunk?”  Paul blurted, as his eyes processed the way the dress Emma was wearing looked shredded on both sides.  Her belly was so bloated and round she looked like she was carrying twins.  Stammering, Paul asked, “Where have you been?”

       “I wass getting wasted withh Claire-bearr and an ol’friend from collegee.”  Emma tipsily spoke, as she nestled herself against Paul and used her hand to bring Paul’s to the side of her ripped dress, “Look wat myy belly did to Clairee-bearr’s dress!”

       “I see.”  Paul bit his tongue, as he brought his hand back to his side as fast as he could.  Emma hadn’t been inside the apartment for two seconds and she’d already succeeded in turning him on.  Trying as best he could to stay focused, Paul seriously spoke, “Look.  We need to talk.”

       “O-M-G, Aree youu *Urp!* breaking up withh meee??!”  Emma pouted, as she leaned her face closer to Paul’s and he noticed how truly drunk Emma’s stare was.

       “What are you talking about?  We’re not dating.”  Paul shook his head in confusion, as Emma leaned more of her weight on him.

       “Hahaaahaa, I knowww.”  Emma deliriously smiled, as she wrapped her arms around Paul’s neck used her hold on him as leverage to plop herself down against him so she could use his lap like a pillow.  Looking up at him with affection, Emma let go of him and continued, “It’ss just whhat it *Burp!* sounded likeee.”

       “Okay.  Stop it.”  Paul ordered, as he couldn’t handle how touchy Emma was being right now.  Shimmying Emma off of him, he stood up from the couch and put some distance between himself and Emma.  “Listen, what happened earlier got way out of hand and I’m sorry for the part I played in escalating things.”

       “I’m ssorry too.  I sshouldn’t havee touched youu in a..  hmhm!  Forbidden placee.”  Emma giggled, as she struggled to roll herself off the couch to pursue Paul, “How comee youu neverr answered myy text?”

       “What text?”  Paul asked, before snapping his nerve back into place, “It’s not important.  We need to talk about ending our arrangement.”

       “But do you think I’d look even sexier if I was this fat??”  Emma devilishly smiled, as she stumbled toward Paul with her phone in hand.

       “huh??”  Paul muttered, as he looked over the selfie on Emma’s phone while he braced her in place.  Realizing Emma looked quite small in comparison to the fat woman she was with, Paul asked, “Who’s that?”

       “Myy ol’friend.  Alanaaa.”  Emma slurred, as she grabbed Paul’s shoulders and vehemently began to urge, “I lookk small next to herr Paul!  I thought you made me big!”

       “You have gotten big.”  Paul replied, as he eyed Emma’s sizable gut.

       “I wanna beeee biggerrr than herr!”  Emma burst, as she looked at Paul with an honest and vulnerable expression he couldn’t remember seeing before.  She wasn’t just asking him.  She was depending on him.  “Can youu makee that happen?”

       “Emma..  Listen..”  Paul began, as Emma shook him.

       “Pleasee?”  Emma whined in desperation, “I want youu to keep feeding mee until I’m biggerr than herr.  I wanna be moree than just a fattyy, I wanna be.. jumbo!”

       “Haha, jumbo?”  Paul laughed at Emma’s choice of phrasing.  There was something enduring about Emma’s plea.  His mind was telling him to end their little experiment.  His heart was undecided.  The deciding vote grew stronger while his blood started flowing south the longer he stared at Emma.  Feeling his heart pumping faster, Paul made his choice, “It’s not going to be easy once Claire’s semester ends.  We are not going to have much alone time to do our feedings.”

       “Just tell mee what to do.”  Emma smiled, as she gratefully hugged her feeder.

       “Okay.”  Paul breathed, as his confidence returned to him.  There had to be a way to be a good boyfriend to Claire and a good feeder to Emma.  He’d figure it out, because he sure as hell didn’t want to live without either of the lovely ladies in his life.  Voicing authoritatively, Paul spoke, “So how about you get your big drunk butt on the couch and be a patient girl until I’m ready to feed you.”

      “Yes *Urp!* sir!”  Emma burped, as she blissfully awaited the feeling of being feed past the point of comfort.  Past the point of her control.  As she assumed her place on the couch, there was only one problem..  It was soo fucking hot in Paul’s apartment...

 

 

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