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On 8/24/2019 at 6:36 AM, jd6013 said:

It just keeps getting better! 

Thanks!! Really glad you are enjoying the story. I appreciate your feedback ❤️

Today I bring this little treat. I know that with some delay but better late than never, right? Here it is the second illustration of this project but in full color. Thanks to BIasty for the color.

Hope you like it. Regards!!

 

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Sorry for the delay. We are back!

 

Chapter 7- Through Thick and Thin


       Stepping out of the comfortably climate-controlled house and onto the back patio, Paul grimaced once he felt the heat of the warm winter sun.  It was so dry even the yard looked parched.  His eyes lingered on the inviting allure of the modestly sized in-ground pool.  He wanted nothing more than to jump in and cool off, but unfortunately his attention had to turn to something else..  The task at hand he’d unwittingly volunteered for.

       It was Claire’s mother, Shari, who had said that there was nothing quite like the barbecued taste of hot dogs and burgers cooked over a charcoal grill.  And Paul had wholeheartedly agreed with the plump hairdresser.  He’d been trying to earn some brownie points with Shari after his lukewarm first impression with her the night before.  He’d wanted to ensure that both of Claire’s parents liked him and, while things had not gone poorly, they had not gone as he’d hoped.

       After a few hours waiting in the local airport, Paul’s trip consisted of sitting squished on a plane for four hours and 21 minutes between the fitness-crazed girl he loved to pieces, and the portly-figured feedee he stuffed to the gills with all manner of unhealthy food whenever he got the chance.  Claire and Emma were quite the pair, and juggling their attention, and affection, was as exhausting as it was rewarding.  He enjoyed cuddling with Claire and letting her sleep on his shoulder, just as much as he loved sneak-feeding Emma airplane peanuts.

       After they’d gotten off the plane in Arizona and enjoyed some food at the airport, the trio grabbed their luggage and got an uber driver to drop them off at the Irving family residence in the suburbs of Phoenix.  The welcome had been mixed.  Shari, and Claire’s father, Dan, were both ecstatic to see Claire after so much time.  It was obvious that Shari looked strikingly similar to Claire but was heavier all around.  The plump mother was a hairdresser by trade and very polite.  

       Conversely looking at Dan, Paul could see more of him in Emma than Shari.  He had a rougher stern look, but it was kind of what he’d expected considering the man was a prison warden.  Dan was blunt, not politically correct, and apparently not very well mannered.  It was painfully apparent which parent Emma took after.  Paul was given a token introduction but was quickly ignored once Emma finally finished waddling her way from the car to the house.

       Watching the eyes of Claire’s parents widen with horrific surprise at the size their oldest daughter had grown and seeing Emma’s embarrassed reaction, produced an odd feeling within Paul.  On the one hand, it was exciting to see Emma so genuinely embarrassed and vulnerable in front of people she cared about, but on the other, Paul felt guilty for the part he played in expanding Emma’s bulk.  

       Paul had never seen Emma cry before, but he watched her quickly burst into tears at the sight of her father.  This was the first time Emma had seen her parents since her big break up and she’d warned him she might cry.  To Paul’s surprise, it was Dan, not Shari, who consoled Emma the most.  As Claire and Shari went off to the kitchen, Dan and Emma quickly isolated themselves and began what appeared to be a serious conversation.  Paul wanted to eavesdrop but had to bring the girls’ various bags to their respective rooms.  

       Claire’s childhood room appeared just as feminine and girly as he’d pictured it in his head.  There were more stuffed animals and dolls than he could count, the carpet was pink, the queen-sized bed was pink, even the lampshades were pink.  It was liked he’d stepped inside Claire’s brain.

       Then he went downstairs to grab Emma’s bags.  As he walked by, he tried to see what Emma was talking about with her father.  From what Paul could observe, while he slowly picked up Emma’s luggage, was that the conversation seemed to involve her father consoling her about the breakup.

       Making it to Emma’s room, Paul was surprised by what he saw, but maybe he shouldn’t have been.  As feminine and girly as Claire’s room had been, Emma’s room appeared staunchly spunkier.  The carpet and wallpaper of the room were solidly dark blue, on the far wall was just a small twin sized bed, the walls were covered with posters of various bands Emma was a fan of and inside her small closet Paul noticed she had a ton of trophies from soccer and softball, as well as a few photo albums.  Evidently, Emma had been quite the athlete in high school.  The young woman in the pictures looked like a completely different person compared to the tubby feedee she’d become.  He would love to see how she faired at her sports now that her physique reflected the fattening lifestyle she’d committed to.

       Needing to take a moment and calm himself, Paul waited at the top of the stairs before rejoining the family.  While he was up there, he overheard that the tone, of the conversation Emma was having with her father, had changed.  Dan had gone from consoling her, to chastising her over the obvious weight problem she’d developed along with her choice to quit her profitable accounting job.  Paul could partly understand Dan’s shock.

       It must have been jarring for him to see his oldest daughter’s face sporting such fat cheeks and a thick double chin.  Since its softening, Emma’s chubbier face almost made her look slightly younger, but that wasn’t the most striking change in Emma’s figure, no part of her formally fit body had been spared the wrath of her gluttony or Paul’s appetite for forcing food down her throat.  Emma’s chubby legs looked like sausages squeezed tightly into a new pair of jeans.  Her thick belly rolls formed a pronounced muffin top above the waistband of her jeans and caused her inadequate t-shirt to ride up embarrassingly.  From the amount of volume her breasts had added since her body had entered an extended state of calorific surplus, it wouldn’t be wrong for one to incorrectly assume she might have received a boob job.

       Paul had wanted to talk to Emma about her lengthy conversation with her father, but the moment never arose.  Paul rejoined Claire and Shari nearly an hour before Dan and Emma did the same.  By then, the night was too late, and everyone went to bed.  In the morning Paul had wanted to talk to Emma, but she was nowhere to be found.  He found out from Shari that Emma had gone on a bike ride with her father before he woke up.  Around noon, father and exhausted overweight daughter returned from their quality time and Emma promptly took a shower followed by a lengthy nap.  Paul planned on trying to squeeze in some time later in the day, away from Claire, where he could check on Emma.  He’d let her rest up and then he’d see how she was holding up.  In the meantime, Paul decided to try and make a better impression with Claire’s parents.

       Hence the situation he’d gotten himself into now, with the stupid dirty grill he was trying to clean.  It looked like the Irving family grill hadn’t been cleaned in months, and worse, it smelled like it too.  As he continued cleaning, Paul had to admit that he was less than thrilled Claire’s mom had asked him to do this on such a harshly hot winter day.  But what choice did he have?  He’d offered his service and this menial chore was his responsibility.  

       He thought this was going to be a five-minute job, ten tops.  Yet, even as he pressed as hard as he could, it seemed like the layers of hardened grease would not succumb to his efforts to cleanse it.  After 15 minutes of scrubbing Paul was sweating like a pig.  For the first time in his life, Paul knew what an 83-degree winter day felt like.  Thanks a lot Arizona.

       In his annoyance, Paul mused that there was indeed something much better than the taste of char-grilled hot dogs and hamburgers.. watching Emma stuff her overfed body with them until she was too full to move.  Dinner could not come soon enough.  It was the only pleasing thought giving him the strength to continue to scrub the grill clean.  He only wished that he had more time to feed Emma recently.

       Since Claire’s semester had ended a few weeks ago, the only time he’d gotten to tend to his feedee’s considerable hunger was when Claire left his apartment to go to the gym.  For Paul, this was troubling in many ways.  Claire had gotten into the habit of attending the gym twice a day.  Once in the morning and once in the afternoon.  While this meant that Paul got extra time to feed Emma, it also meant that Claire was sculpting her body even more diligently and trimming what little fat remained on her bottom-heavy frame.  Part of Paul struggled to believe Claire was spending all that time away from his apartment exercising, if it was anybody else, he’d suspect her of possibly seeing someone else, but it was Claire.  He knew she’d never do something like that.

       Even with Claire’s expansive gym hobby, Paul and Emma still had considerably less time for stuffings and personal feedings compared to when Claire had been in the fall semester.  The most obvious evidence of that fact was that Emma had only managed to put on another 10 pounds since Claire finished with finals.  It was a reality neither Paul nor Emma was particular happy about, but they didn’t exactly have any choice.  They were walking a fine line behind Claire’s back and neither of them wanted to disrupt the mutually satisfying status quo they’d struck with one another.

       Paul yearned to see what Emma’s belly looked like truly bloated to the extreme at her current size.  He was so enthusiastic to give Emma a chance to overeat that he’d requested Shari make a couple extra hot dogs and burgers, for ‘him’ before he’d ventured outside to begin his labor cleaning the grill.  Claire almost ruined his little plan by saying his eyes were bigger than his stomach and that he didn’t need to eat that much, but Paul saved it by blaming his ‘hunger’ on the long day of travel they’d endured the day before.  

       The image of Emma gorged and helpless was suck in his head.  Even after he finished his chore, it was all he could think about.  It had really been too long since he’d spent enough quality time with his feedee.  He missed indulging their mutual fantasy.  

       Placing the scrubbed grill back into its proper place on the deck, Paul walked back into the house.  On his way, Paul heard the TV on in the den.  Heading away from the kitchen and toward the noise, Paul spotted his feedee awake and on the couch.  Trying to hide some of his joy, Paul simply strolled up next to her.

       “Hey, mind if I join you for a minute.”  Paul politely asked, as Emma’s eyes remained on the TV.  She didn’t seem super happy to see him, but Paul couldn’t help giving her body a once over.  For a change, she was wearing clothes that fit her surprisingly well.  Some well-fitted pink colored khaki pants and a flowing white blouse.  It was a conservative look for a girl that normally liked to show some skin.

       “It’s a free country.”  Emma spoke a little coldly, as Paul plopped down on the couch right next to her.

       “What’s wrong?  You okay?”  Paul asked out of concern, while he eyed Emma’s side profile.  She’d really grown quite large.  Even though she was wearing far more flattering clothes than usual, he could still see the excess girth she carried.

       “My legs are killing me.”  Emma pouted, as she turned her head and frowned at Paul.  He watched with calculated interest, while her hands gently rubbed her thickened thighs for emphasis.  She really did look like she was a little depressed, but damn did she look good in such tight pants.

       “Weren’t really in shape for a bike ride this morning, were you?”  Paul gently teased in a subtle, but relaxed nature.  The second he finished his thought; he could spy a smirk escape from the frown on Emma’s face.

       “You see this belly, right?”  Emma played along, as both of her hands slapped against her white blouse and pressed against her round and fleshy gut, “My dad was taking it easy and I still couldn’t keep up with him.”

       “Um-hmm.”  Paul hummed, as he couldn’t help but smile, “That’s hot.”

       “That I’m totally getting fat?”  Emma pretended to innocently question.

       “Oh-yeah.”  Paul nodded, while he leaned closer to her and whispered, “You hungry?”

       “Very.”  Emma whispered seductively right back at him, while her eyes lingered on his own.  She could feel his yearning breath gliding off the skin of her neck.  She liked it when Paul looked at her like that.

       “Good, because I convinced your mom to cook extra food.”  Paul proudly admitted, as he leaned back to his regular position.

       “Did you now??  Good.  Cuz.. you know..  my belly is always hungry.”  Emma happily squeaked, as her attention turned downward and her hands began playing with the big belly under her blouse, “I bet you wanna give it a squeeze right now.”

       “I do.”  Paul grinned, while he couldn’t help but wonder, “Where’d you get those clothes?”

       “I raided Laura’s closet.”  Emma frankly admitted without a hint of remorse.

       “She’s as big as you are?”  Paul wondered in surprise, as he tried to recall what the ‘middle’ sister looked like from the photo’s Claire had showed him.

       “She was when she was in high school.  She lost a little weight since she graduated college last year, but not very much.”  Emma hummed, as she caught on to the subtext of Paul’s interest and decided to encourage him, “You know.. she’s a natural foodie.  With a little..  encouragement.. I bet we could get her to pack the weight back on in no time.”

       “What time is she getting here again?”  Paul asked rather quickly.  

       From the enthusiasm in his voice, Emma could tell her words had peeked his excitement.

       “Haha, gosh, you’ve got a hard-on for the whole family, don’t you?”  Emma teased, as Paul scrunched his face in response, and quickly looked over the back of the couch with worry.

       “Don’t talk so loud.  Someone will hear you.”  Paul reminded her, as she used her hands to tilt Paul’s face, so that he would look at her.

       “I found the most amazing swimsuit in Laura’s closet.  You’re gonna cream your pants when you see me in it..”  Emma burst, as Paul used his hand to cover Emma’s loudmouth.

       “I said not so loud.”  Paul quietly commanded to Emma, as she nodded obediently.  Removing his hand from her mouth, he still wanted to make sure she got the message.  So, Paul added, “Do you want your mom or dad hearing you say something like that?”

       “No..” Emma responded, as her tone seemed to shift toward a hint of sadness, “My dad would probably yell at me again if he saw me in Laura’s swimsuit anyway..”  

       “What’s wrong?”  Paul quickly asked, as he tilted his profile more toward Emma.  She seemed to appreciate the attentive body language and looked like she was ready to open up about it.

       “Yesterday was just a lot with my dad and I don’t know how to feel about it.”  Emma reluctantly admitted.  She wasn’t always one to share her feelings, unless it was important to her.  Paul tried to encourage her by showing the utmost reverence for what she was saying.

       “Tell me about it.”  Paul voiced trying to be supportive.

       “I mean I’ve heard the same thing from Claire.. and even coworkers.  It’s not what he said.  It’s how he made me feel about myself.”  Emma revealed, as she sensitively looked at Paul and seemed hesitant to keep eye contact, “I’ve been thinking..  Being a feedee is way harder than being a feeder.”

       “What are you talking about?  That’s not true.  I do all the work!  You just sit on your ass and stuff your face.”  Paul countered a bit harder than he intended.

       “I know I make overeating look easy, but trust me, it’s not.  You don’t know what the stomach aches feel like.”  Emma responded before assuming a less combative tone, “But that’s not even what I’m talking about.”  

       “Then what are you saying?” Paul wondered trying to make sense of Emma’s odd behavior.

       “I don’t know..  I guess..  When people look at you, they think you’re normal.  When they look at me, they figure something’s gone horribly wrong.”  Emma solemnly spoke, as she motioned to her chunky midsection, “The evidence of our kinky fetish follows me everywhere I go.  I can’t hide it like you can.  Everyone thinks I’ve become a fat repulsive slob.”

       “I thought you.. liked that.”  Paul responded, as he slowly reached out his arm and gave Emma’s flab a pinch under her blouse.  Her eyes darted to his own with his touch.  She clearly liked having his hands on her.

       “I mean..  the extra weight..  the heavy breathing..  the difficulty doing things that used to be easy..  that stuff is a big part of what makes this fetish fantasy so addicting for me.  I’ve never felt so horny in my life.”  Emma paused, as she placed her hand upon the one Paul was using to gently fondle her belly, “I think I was meant to be your naughty glutinous fat piggy.  I can’t remember a time when I was happier with my body than I am right now.  Completely letting myself go, has been freeing.  The more my body expands, the more you force me to eat..  Mhh..  The more I love myself.”

       “Then what are you upset about?”  Paul asked, as he felt good consoling Emma.  It was rare she showed vulnerability like this.

       “I don’t know..  When my dad expressed how worried he was about me..  It just kinda dragged me back to reality.  I mean, I’m literally altering my life to get off on gaining weight.  And even though you are in this with me every step of the way, you’re not altering your life.  So in that sense, what I’m doing.. what WE’RE doing to my body feels very lonely.”  Emma admitted, as Paul honestly was at a loss for words.  

       He totally understood what Emma was saying, but he’d never thought of their whole situation from her perspective.  She had a point.  Nobody judged him, nobody besides Emma even knew about his fetish.  Claire didn’t even know.  To Claire he was still some normal dude, but Emma knew the truth.  Emma excepted him for who he truly was, and he excepted her the same way.  But it wasn’t the same.  Society never paid him a passing glance for the part he played in feeding Emma into obesity.  All eyes were on her.

       “Are you saying you want me to alter my life in some way?”  Paul questioned, as he tried to read Emma’s emotions.

       “Only when your girlfriend isn’t around.”  Emma added innocently with a cute nod.

       “What do you want me to do?”  Paul wanted to know.

       “If I’m going to keep doing this, and believe me, I really want to.  I’m going to need more from you.”  Emma emphasized with a little squeeze to Paul’s hand, “I want my belly to be more than your pet project.  I want it to be the thing you care the most about when your girlfriend isn’t around.  I want the little things.  I want you to feel my weight.”

       Paul silently watched, transfixed, as Emma nudged him into a prone position on the couch and she began slowly crawling herself on top of him, “I want your eyes to judge me when I wear a shirt that clings too tightly to my stuffed stomach.”

         Paul could only quietly breath with excitement, as he felt more and more of Emma’s weight leverage itself on top of him, “When I grunt from exertion because moving around isn’t as easy as it used to be, I want you to draw my attention to it.  I want to know just from the look in your eyes, that every pound I’m gaining is because of you.”

       Showing his compliance, Paul’s hands grasped Emma’s soft and rounded belly, just as she squished it against his own.  Emma grinned, as she continued, “I want your hands on my belly more often, just like what you’re doing right now.  I want it on me whenever you get the chance, not just after I’ve stuffed myself with a big meal.”

       With a small pause, Emma collapsed her weight upon Paul, and nearly nestled his face between her floppy breasts.  Feeling Paul at her mercy, Emma hornily demanded, “And when I do eat for you, and my belly swells..  when I fatten up for you..  I want to be rewarded for my gluttony.”

       “O-okay.”  Paul paused feeling painfully aroused by Emma’s seductive power move, yet equally guilty for the lust he was feeling for her.  Was he really going along with this?  Was there really no resistance left in him?  The way Emma had said ‘rewarded’ sounded impulsively sexual.  How far was he prepared to go to keep his feedee satisfied?

       Wait..  Maybe he was jumping the gun.  He didn’t know what Emma meant by that.  He needed clarification, but his excitement caused his voice to quiver, “Were you umm..  Ugh, what kind of..”

       “What’s wrong Paul?  Fat got your tongue?  Or is all my weight on top of you too much for you to handle?”  Emma seductively purred, as she leaned on him and forced her breasts closer to his face again, “Are you listening?  Or are you just imagining what it would feel like to motorboat my big tits?  You know they’re only this big because of you right?  If you didn’t keep me so well fed, I wouldn’t have such a bad weight problem.”

       Smiling infatuatedly, Emma’s hand gently found its way to Paul’s inner thigh, causing him to flinch beneath her.  Voicing her excitement, Emma began, “You wanna know about rewards?  For starters, I want to be in your head.  I want you to share every perverse thought your beautiful mind thinks of me.”  

       Leaned closer to Paul’s ear, Emma finished her thought with a whisper, “So tell me Paul.  What are ya thinking about?”

       “I’m picturing you after a stuffing.”  Paul whispered back, as he wrapped his arms around Emma’s sides, adjusted his hips toward the edge of the couch and then tilted himself upward at an angle.  Emma’s weight caused her to slide into the couch and Paul used her momentum to squeeze out from under her, and then roll himself on top of her.  Her eyes appeared wide and surprised by his actions, but excited he was taking charge.  Not wanting to disappoint his feedee, his feeder persona took over, “You’ve eaten so much that you can’t sit up.  I’m listening to those shallow breaths that you take between burps.  I’m waiting for the next involuntary belch so I can watch how it makes your big belly jiggle.”

       “Ouh?  I like-y” Emma obediently squeaked from beneath Paul, as she spread her legs so he could more comfortably lie on top of her belly, “Keep talking.”

       “I’ve been kneading your belly like dough for a few minutes, but you’re ready for more.”  Paul continued painting his scene, “So I slightly lean over you and use my teeth to gently nibble on the softest part of your belly.  As I tempt you, your breathing gets heavier.”

       “What do you do to me next?”  Emma purred, as she wished Paul would act out the fantasy he was describing.

       “Suck hickey’s onto your fat belly.”  Paul revealed, as Emma’s eyes light up and she let out a breath of surprised excitement.  Paul continued, “I want to leave a mark on you, so people know your belly belongs to me.”

       “We should do that.”  Emma grunted seeming desperately horny, “Let’s make it happen.”

       “Are you crazy?  We’ll get caught.”  Paul recoiled trying to let Emma know he’d only been playing along.

       “It’s not as crazy as that awkward bulge you’ve got going on down there.”  Emma signaled with her eyes, as she gave Paul a little bump and suggestively questioned, “Is it for me?”

       “Yeah..”  Paul admitted with a hint of reluctance.  Emma liked to know she could get him going.  Besides, he couldn’t exactly hide his attraction for her.

       “I can cover my belly with something, nobody has to know.”  Emma implored him, as he realized she was still trying to get him to give her a hickey.  Seeing Paul looked unconvinced, Emma continued, “Go on, nobody’s around.  I want feel your teeth on my belly.”

       “I don’t know..”  Paul responded unwilling to give in to his desires this time.

       “What’s-a-matter Paul?”  Emma cooed in a teasing tone.  Paul felt her nudge him with her hips, as she slyly added, “If anything’s gonna give us away it’s that thing in your pants you keep poking me with.”

       “Oh!  I’m not trying to poke you.  I didn’t realize you could..  Umm..”  Paul nearly blushed from the flirtatious look Emma was giving him.

       “You thought I couldn’t feel it?”  Emma asked, while she innocently tilted her head to the side.

       Paul was enamored with the look she was giving him, but he couldn’t find the words.  He had words he wanted to say, but he knew he shouldn’t.

       “Can we sneak off to the bathroom right now and..”  Emma began to vulnerably request, as she was forced to stop herself midsentence and listen to the voice which suddenly rang through the house.

       “Paul!  I need your help!”  Claire called from the kitchen, as Paul immediately got off Emma and sat upright on the couch.

       “Fuck.”  Paul cursed to himself, as he desperately hoped to hide the visible personification of his attraction to Emma.  Calling back a bit shakily, Paul responded, “One-minute honey!”

      “Tuck it in your waistband and pull your shirt down.”  Emma hissed, as Paul did as she said.

       Emma watched, as Paul attempted to follow her directions.  It seemed his shirt was a little too short.  It hardly reached below the waistline of his pants.  Trying to be helpful Emma muttered, “You need a bigger shirt.”

       “How am I supposed to get another one?  They’re in Claire’s room.  If I walk past the kitchen, she’ll see me.”  Paul whispered in response, as Emma wobbled to her feet and came up with a new plan.

       “Go to the bathroom and do what you need to do.  I’ll stall for you.”  Emma offered, as she began a slow waddle toward the kitchen and Paul hurriedly hobbled into the nearest bathroom.

Emma took her time while she cautiously approached the kitchen doorway.  She could hear a flurry of activity before she was even able to view inside the spacious room.

       “Where is Paul?”  Claire asked, as she eyed her big sister’s doughy body approaching the doorway into the kitchen.

       “Said he needed to use the bathroom really quick.”  Emma hummed, as she stepped inside the kitchen and turned the line of questioning skillfully back on Claire and her mom, “What’s going on in here?”

       “Preparing dinner.”  Sheri sweetly responded, as Emma noticed that the butchers block was a mess with various ingredients and cooking utensils.  Besides some chicken, bacon, potatoes, hotdogs and ground beef, there was also stuff to make a pretty killer salad.

       “Wanna help?”  Claire inquired sarcastically, as her hands dove deep into the bowl of ground beef she was mixing around.

       “Nah..  No thanks Claire-bear.”  Emma answered knowingly.  Claire was always mom’s little helper in the kitchen.  Emma’s chores as a child always revolved around helping her dad with yardwork.

       “How was your bike ride with dad this morning Emma?”  Shari cheerfully asked, while she continued cutting up lettuce.

       “Really fun.  Loved it.”  Emma nodded, as she felt her tight hamstrings and mentally cursed having to be subjected to exercise torture like that.  For good measure, Emma decided to embellish her soreness a little bit, “Unfortunately, I think I pulled something so I’m not going to be able to go on another one.”

       “Hahaha..”  Claire burst seeing through Emma’s boldface lie.  It was laughable how lazy her oldest sister had become.

       “Oh, do you want to go to see a doctor?”  Sheri asked with concern.

       “No, I think I’ll just let it heal naturally.”  Emma continued.  She was a little guilty her mom was so gullible, but she really didn’t want to have to subject herself to anymore exercise sessions.  Right as she finished talking, she heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

       “What’s up?”  Paul asked, as he entered the room and looked at Claire.  He’d taken care of the situation he had going on because of Emma, now all he was worried about was satisfying whatever Claire wanted from him.

       “Can you scoop me some dip?”  Claire politely asked, as she tilted her head toward the buffalo chicken dip on the kitchen table. “I’m hungry and my hands are dirty.”

       “No problem!”  Paul enthusiastically answered jumping at the chance to get his fitness crazed girlfriend some food.  He walked by Emma who seemed oddly interested in what he was doing and picked up the bag of chips on the table.

       “No, not with a chip!  With the celery.”  Claire clarified, as Paul put his hand into the bag of chips and scooped himself a nice portion of the dip.

       “Sure.”  Paul responded, as he tasted the dip and put down the chips as he chewed.  The dip tasted amazing.  Paul looked to the plate of celery next to the dip and was quick to dip one.  As he headed over to give it to Claire, he hummed, “Mhh!  Great dip Shari!”

       “Why thank you Paul!”  Shari happily smiled, as she turned to her youngest and cooed, “Claire, you have the sweetest boyfriend in the world!”

       “He could be worse.”  Claire smiled, as she shrugged her shoulders.  Paul shot her a playfully disappointed look, as he offered her the dip covered celery.  Rather than user her words, Claire simply motioned that her hands were dirty and opened her mouth wide.  Paul didn’t need any vocal commands for this.  Claire wanted him to feed her the snack!  Savoring this rare chance, Paul considerately brought the food to his girlfriend’s darling lips and savored the image of her chewing on what he was feeding her.  Claire seemed to enjoy the snack and before she finished chewing Paul decided to speak.

       “You’re welcome.”  Paul politely nodded, as he hoped beyond all hoped Claire would ask him to feed her more food.

       “Thank you.  That really hit the spot.”  Claire gratefully smiled, as she wiped her mouth with her shoulder.  Paul was slightly disheartened that Claire didn’t want any more, but he knew he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up.  When Claire continued speaking his hopes went up again, only to fall hard.  She said, “Would you mind making the patties?  My hands are going numb and I have meat under my nails.”

       “Is the meat that cold?”  Paul sighed resigning himself to his fate.

       “I’ll make the patties!”  Emma loudly burst, as everyone in the room looked at the portly chick with surprise.   While Shari and Claire saw a girl who never helped breaking the mold and showing some kindness, Paul saw something else.  In Emma’s eyes he saw the truth.  Serious jealousy.  

       He hadn’t been paying attention to Emma when he’d fed Claire that dip laden celery, but he knew that is what drove Emma to this point.  For once it was like Paul achieved a pure avenue into Emma brain.  He knew exactly what she was thinking: ‘Sure Claire’s your girlfriend, but you’re not her feeder.  You’re MY feeder!’

       “Are you feeling okay?”  Claire asked Emma, as Emma bumped her skinny little sister out of the way with a nudge of her thick hips and thrust her hands into the malleable beef.

       “Never better.”  Emma grunted, as she glared at Paul, shot him a wicked smile, and slowly began to innocently speak, “Hey Pauullll, I meant to grab myself some dip before I got my hands dirty.  Would you mind grabbing me a plate of chips with some dip?”

       “No problem.”  Paul winked at her, as he caught her vibe.  His heart was beating a little faster.  He and Emma were on the same wavelength.

       As Paul gathered up a plate for Emma, Shari continued making the salad and Claire had gone to the sink to wash her hands.  When Paul turned around, he caught Emma staring at him with a lustful look in her eyes.  He knew what she was going to ask him.  As he brought the plate next to her and set it down, he saw her skillful plan play out flawlessly.

       “Paul.. my hands are a mess..  Could you just feed me my chips?”  Emma innocently begged, as she sent him a flirtatious wink.

       “Sure.”  Paul shrugged trying to play it off as no big thing.

       “Paul, you don’t have to do that.  She’d just being lazy.”  Claire growled, as she turned around from the sink.

       “You just asked Paul to do the same thing!”  Emma complained, as Claire dried her hands with a towel.

       “It was one piece of celery.  Not a whole plate!”  Claire emphasized, as Emma turned her attention to Paul.

       “Paul, chip me.”  Emma snobbishly ordered, as she widely opened her mouth for him and Paul immediately placed a dip-covered chip between her greedy lips.  Bursting with her mouth full, Emma cooed, “Thank you.  You really are the sweetest boyfriend in the world!  I wish you had an older brother?”

       “I do, but we’re not really close.”  Paul admitted, as Claire seemed miffed at him for giving in to Emma’s demands.  Paul couldn’t exactly help himself.  Here was a chance to feed his feedee, to give her what she wanted, in a socially acceptable situation.  Registering the surprised look on Emma’s face, while he fed her another chip, Paul continued, “We kinda lost touch after my parents got divorced.”

       “Wait really?”  Emma awkwardly muttered, as she chewed her food and looked toward Claire, “Is he hot?”

       “He’s a far cry from Paul.”  Claire answered, while she walked between feeder and feedee, wrapped her hand around Paul’s soft waist and gave him a gently kiss on the cheek as if to mark her territory.  Glancing back at Emma, Claire added, “but from the pictures I’ve seen he’s not bad.”

       “How come you never told me you had an older bother?”  Emma pouted, as she motioned for Paul to give her another chip.

      “You never asked.”  Paul responded, as he used the hand that wasn’t bracing Claire’s back, to airlift a chip into his feedee’s mouth.

       “Is he single?”  Emma once again questioned with her mouth full.

       “No.”  Paul shook his head.

       Emma actually looked a little disappointed.

       “Emma stop.”  Claire chastised her sister, as Emma rolled her eyes.

       “Fine.”  Emma grunted, as she opened her mouth and wined, “Chip me Paul.”

       As Paul did as Emma requested, Shari grabbed her phone and let out a disappointed gasp.  Turning to see what the shocked noise was for, everyone’s eyes were on Emma and Claire’s wonderful mom.

       “Laura’s flight got delayed because of some bad weather.  She’d not going to be getting into Sky Harbor until 2AM.  Dad’s going to wait at the airport until she gets in.”  Shari muttered in disappointment.

       “What does that mean for dinner?”  Claire asked with concern for all the work they put in to make their family dinner truly special.

       “It means I hope everyone’s hungry, because we are going to have plenty of leftovers.”  Shari explained, as Emma and Paul locked eyes with glee.

       “Chip me Paul.”  Emma smiled, as Paul realized he was going to have the pleasure of watching Emma let loose at dinner.  Without her father around to chastise her, nobody was going to stop Emma from eating her fill, and they’d made a feast big enough for six people.

       A little while later, as they ate and conversed, it was evident, to Paul at least, that Emma was embellishing how she ate.  She wasn’t just eating a lot.  She was eating a lot very quickly and very sloppily.  Shari and Claire appeared to be doing their best to ignore it, but Paul couldn’t.  In the corner of his eye and the corner of his mind, Emma had his total focus.  She wasn’t just eating for herself.  She was eating for him.  She wanted to please him.  And he wanted to please her.  His arousal was obvious to Emma.  She knew he only picked up seconds and thirds so that he could outlast Claire and Shari at the table and steal a moment alone with her.

       When that moment came, all the eating came to a temporary ceasefire.  He’d eaten more than he wanted, but it was worth getting some privacy as Claire and Shari moved to the den to watch some TV.  Emma looked gorged to her fullest extent and very happy to be alone with Paul.

       “Mhhhh..  It feels so good to have such a big stretched belly.  Do you like how swollen I look?”  Emma sweetly cooed, as she patted her tightly stuffed stomach and extended Paul an invitation, “I wasn’t sure I could fit this much beef inside my belly.  You’ll rub it for me, won’t you?”

       “I’d like that, but it’s too risky.  We could get caught.”  Paul remined her, as he glanced over toward the den.

      “We won’t get caught.  I’m a patient feedee.  When everybody goes to sleep, come to my room.  Then you can take care of me.”  Emma proposed, as Paul seemed hesitant.

       “What if Claire wakes up?”  Paul worried with a soft tone in his voice.

       “She’s a heavy sleeper.”  Emma countered frankly.

       “No, she’s not.  I’m a heavy sleeper.”  Paul responded quietly.

       “Come on Paul.  I’m going crazy over here.  You got me addicted to this feedee stuff in the first place, you can’t just force me to quit cold turkey!  You gotta ween me off the feedings and belly rubs slowly.”  Emma complained, as Paul didn’t think her comparison made sense.

       “Look, when we are done with this trip, I promise..”  Paul began, as Emma cut him off.

       “I don’t want your promises Paul.  I want you.  In my room.  Tonight.”  Emma demanded, while she did her best to keep her loud voice down.  Struggling to her feet and exaggeratingly clutching her bloated belly like a baby, Emma started walking past Paul and out the kitchen door, but before she did, Emma whispered in Paul’s ear, “Bring something to stuff me with.  I’ll be waiting.”

       “Christ.”  Paul spat to himself, as he watched Emma leave him.

       Giving himself a moment alone to collect his thoughts.  Paul decided feeding Emma was too risky tonight.  He’d have to wait for a safer time.  He figured she wouldn’t be happy with him when she realized he wasn’t coming, but he didn’t have a choice.

       Paul spent the rest of the night with Claire and Shari on the couch in the den.  They watched some TV.  It was some cop show that Paul hadn’t seen before.  They got a few updates from Claire’s dad about Laura’s flight, apparently her plane would arrive around 2AM.  Paul didn’t have to talk much, it seemed that Claire and Shari had an endless number of topics to blab about.  It was actually tough to pay attention to them.

       It was when Paul would zone out that he would think about Emma.  He thought about the conversation they’d had earlier.  He thought about what she might be thinking, wondering if he was going to show up to feed her tonight.  He felt guilty.  But he’d feel guilty even if he did go feed her.  It was a lose-lose situation.  

       It wasn’t until he and Claire had gone to bed that he started thinking about Emma’s body.  About how stuffed she’d been.  He wanted nothing more than to give her a good old-fashioned stuffing.  Something to get the obnoxiously aroused energy he was feeling out of him.  As Claire rustled beside him underneath the pink sheets of her bed, he got an idea.

       “Honey,” Paul whispered softly, “Are you still awake?”

       “Yeah.”  Claire hummed, while she lay with her back to him.

       Crap.  Paul was hoping she’d fallen asleep.  Plan b then.  Paul cleared his throat and asked, “Do you want to have sex?”

       Claire seemed to hold completely still for a moment before responding, “Not really.  I’m tired babe.”

       “But I’m really horny for you right now.”  Paul softly protested, while Claire slowly rolled over in bed to face him.

       “Too bad.  I don’t want to.  We always have sex when you’re in the mood.  What about when I’m in the mood?”  Claire quietly snapped, as Paul felt a pang of irritation in the back of his mind.

       “Where is this coming from?”  Paul responded in an offended tone.

       “It’s been long time coming.  When’s the last time we had sex when I wanted to?”  Claire posed her question, as she watched Paul’s face turn blank.

       “Ugh..”  Paul thought, as he couldn’t recall.

       “Exactly.  Maybe if you spent less time acting like a pig at dinner and more time trying to be a little bit more sensitive to my needs, we’d be having sex right now.”  Claire quickly growled in what Paul considered to be a very uncharacteristically bitchy tone.

       “I’m sorry.”  Paul responded, while he bit is tongue.  He didn’t want to escalate this little argument they were having.  All he wanted now was to be somewhere other than laying right next to her.  Taking a calm tone, Paul began, “Maybe in the future we can..”

       “I don’t wanna talk anymore.”  Claire stopped him, as she rolled over and away from him, “goodnight.”

       Laying next to Claire in silence, Paul was shocked.  She’d never talked to him like that before.  Ever.  He understood where she was coming from.  The only times they had sex recently were after Emma turned him on.  He was having a real hard time getting in the mood when he was just with Claire all day.

       He felt bad.  He knew he wasn’t always giving Claire what she wanted, but there were limits to what he could do if he simply wasn’t aroused.  If Claire hadn’t been so serious with her diet and exercise, he’d be able to give her all the sex she could handle.  So, in some respects her problem with him was her fault.

       And..  His fault.  If he hadn’t tasted the forbidden fruit of a fetish friendship with Emma, he probably wouldn’t be in such a tough spot with Claire.  And, of course, all this thinking about Emma got him horny all over again.  Shit.

       Paul waited for Claire to drift off to sleep, before making his move.  Fuck it.  He was going to go to Emma’s room.  However, before he did that, he snuck to the fridge downstairs.  The time was close to 1:30AM.  If Laura’s plane arrived at 2AM and the drive from the airport took 45 minutes, then he had plenty of alone time to feed Emma without risking getting caught.  

       He arrived at Emma’s room with a 2liter container of eggnog.  He couldn’t exactly risk bringing up the whole pantry.  Besides, Emma had already eaten a ton at dinner.  It would be the perfect amount to get Emma’s belly nice and bloated.  Then he’d give her the tummy massage she’d been waiting for.

       Creeping into Emma’s room, he could hear his feedee soundly snoring away.  With a slow motion to close her door, he then walked toward he bed and placed the eggnog on the nightstand.  Gently shaking her shoulder and placing his hand on her mouth in case he scared her, Paul awoke his gluttonous princess.  Her eyes seemed surprised to see him in the dark of her room, but she appeared quiet, so Paul removed his hand from her mouth.

       “I didn’t think you’d come.”  Emma smiled after a quick yawn.

       “I can’t let my feedee go to sleep on an empty stomach.”  Paul assured her, while he placed his hand firmly upon her round belly and gave her chub an earnest squeeze.

       “Mhh..  What’d you bring me?”  Emma hummed with anticipation, while the pressure Paul was placing upon her full stomach felt oh-so-good.

       “Eggnog.”  Paul said, as he used his free hand to grab the 2liter bottle.

       “Perfect.”  Emma purred, while she could feel the familiar swell of excitement within the pit of her stomach.

       “I hope you’re thirsty, we are going to do this in one try.”  Paul explained, as Emma’s eyes widened at the thought of the challenge.  Sensing his feedee’s growing interest, Paul asked, “Ready?”

       “Yeah, give me a second.”  Emma paused him, as she arched herself against the headboard of her bed and began lifting up her shirt.  It was very dark in Emma’s room, but Paul’s eyes had adjusted to it enough to process Emma removing her shirt.  He thought of stopping her, but the urge didn’t possess him to take action.  He let his feedee make herself comfortable.  There was something thrilling about what they were doing.  Perhaps it was the fear of getting caught or the added allure of Emma removing her shirt and giving him a partial view of her naked breasts.  Either way, Paul was ready to get started.  He was pleased to hear Emma respond, “Ready.”

       “Drink up fatty.”  Paul ordered, as he opened the bottle and carefully brought it to Emma’s mouth.  Once she had her lips around it, Paul only used one hand to slowly raise it up and pour more eggnog down her throat.  His other hand began sensually massaging her belly.

       “That’s it.  Good girl.”  Paul assured her, while she continued guzzling down the creamy eggnog.  The sound of Emma swallowing was one thing, but the feel of her belly slowly filling back up to capacity was something else.

       “Halfway done.  Keep going.”  Paul ushered her, as he let one finger delve into Emma’s belly button.  She seemed to flinch at his touch and hum a grateful thank you, while he let his fingers press into her gut.

       “Don’t stop.”  Paul ordered, as Emma’s frequency of eager gulps began to slow.

       “Keep sucking it down fatty.”  Paul commanded, while Emma struggled to keep pace.  There really was not much left of the eggnog, the bottle felt weightless in his hand, but Paul wouldn’t let her stop until she drank every last drop.  Hearing Emma moan in exhaustion, Paul took the bottle away and observed his prized heifer.

       “*Buurp!!*  Fuck.  That was good.”  Emma groaned, as she grasped Paul’s hand on her belly, “I’m horny.”

       “Me too.”  Paul admitted with another frisky squeeze.

       “We should *Bwarpp!!!*” Emma belched, as she quickly continued, “masturbate together.”

       “Are you drunk?  That would be cheating.”  Paul complained despite the voice in his head telling him to shut up and go with the flow.

       “Come on, it’s not cheating.  We wouldn’t be touching each other, we’d be touching ourselves, but watching each other.”  Emma pleaded, as she wanted this so badly.

       “Sounds like cheating to me.  That’s crossing the line.”  Paul shook his head.

       “Come on, it’s not as bad as the time I touched your dick and made you cream your pants.”  Emma complained a little too loudly.

       “True.  When you put it that way, both of them sound like cheating.”  Paul whispered, as Emma bit her lip.

       “Tell me you wouldn’t like it.”  Emma demanded sounding like a spoiled brat.

       “I bet I would like it.”  Paul admitted much to Emma’s pleasure.  Seeing the smug expression on her face, Paul quickly tried to clarify his stance on the issue, “But I think it’s not right.”

       “Then let’s not think about it.  Let’s do it.”  Emma begged, while she squeezed his hand earnestly, “Just this once.  So, we can stay sane on this stupid vacation.”

       “Emma.”  Paul muttered trying his best to resist the temptation, “I can’t do it.”

       “Then go to bed.”  Emma sighed in disappointment, “I need some alone time anyway.”

       “Okay, goodnight.”  Paul muttered feeling a bit guilty he let Emma down.  He started walking out of her room still feeling bad about what had just happened.

       “Sleep well Paul.”  Emma called out to him sweetly before he left her door.  Paul smiled, as he waved to her silently and closed the door behind him.

       Rejoining Claire in bed without incident, Paul had all night to think about his choices.  He sure as heck wasn’t getting any sleep feeling so pent up.  He only hoped that the morning would bring with it a less stressful day.

 The house was quiet.  Even though it was nearly 11:30AM, Emma was the only soul up and about in the house.  Her dad and Laura had arrived sometime in the night and were still fast asleep.  Paul had yet to wake up too.  Claire was up before Emma but stepped outside for a morning run and Sheri had left to shop for some groceries.  Emma had pressured her into buying some more eggnog.

       Feeling a little lonely, Emma wanted to wake up Paul so they could sneak in a big breakfast before everyone woke up and returned to the house.  She decided to make a blistering number of pancakes for the occasion.  The kitchen was spotless when Emma started cooking, but she quickly made a mess of the place.  She never really cooked when she was home, so she had to take some time and figure out where her mother had hidden all of the ingredients.  

       She found the batter, some milk, the eggs and some chocolate chips.  Whipping up everything and beginning the cooking process, Emma’s stomach couldn’t help but rumble with anticipation.  She snuck a few chocolate chips into her mouth while she was cooking to hold herself over, but she still saved room for the real meal.  After cooking about 12 pancakes Emma decided to use up the rest of the batter in the box.  What was left produced somewhere upwards of 25 modestly sized pancakes.  

       Adding them to the 12 she’d cooked first, Emma had about 40 pancakes spread out over four plates.  It was an ambitious meal, probably too ambitious for Emma to eat alone.  Hopefully Paul would have an appetite when he woke up.  Emma set the table with two plates, cutlery, and some syrup and whole milk.  She was about to head upstairs and wake Paul up, but she noticed just enough batter left in the bowl for possibly one more half sized pancake.  Since the pan was still warm, Emma decided to cook it.  As she watched the tiny pancake slowly begin to take shape, she heard Paul’s familiar footsteps approaching the kitchen table behind her.  Without turning around, Emma welcomed him in a seductive voice.

       “About time you woke up sleepyhead.  I was worried I’d actually have to feed myself all this delicious breakfast without you.”  Emma lavishly articulated, while she wiggled her chunky butt for him to appreciate.  However, the voice she heard in response caused her to flinch with fear.

       “What are you talking about weirdo?”  Laura’s voice groggy yawned, as Emma quickly turned around and recognized her sister had joined her in the kitchen, not Paul!

       Emma’s heart was positively pounding.  She nearly lost her breath from the fright her overweight sister had given her.  Luckily it appeared that Laura was still sleepy.  She was rubbing her eyes and hadn’t really given Emma’s body a look yet.  Emma took only a millisecond to size up her sister, but it felt like an eternity.

       Laura had clearly changed her ‘look’ since leaving college, but by and large she still appeared to be the portly sister Emma had always known.  Starting with what remained relatively the same, Laura and Emma always shared a certain resemblance with each other which was more pronounced now that Emma had either matched Laura in weight or outright eclipsed her.  

       Laura was 5’6, precisely two inches taller than Emma and two inches shorter than Claire.  In nearly every way she fit the definition of the ‘middle’ sister.  While Claire’s body was more pear-shaped, and Emma carried most of her weight in her belly and boobs, Laura’s body was more even in her fat distribution.  She had bigger breasts than Claire, but smaller ones than Emma.  She accumulated a lot of weight in her belly, but also sported a rather chunky butt, soft hips, and thicker legs.

       Laura had been overweight since middle school and really started getting fat in high school.  Her weight consistently yo-yo’ed in college, but Laura always remained steadfastly the ‘fat’ one of the sisters.  She was a foodie at heart and loved to indulge her sweet tooth at the cost of her figure.  She was significantly more introverted than either of her sisters.  Growing up, Emma had received the most attention from their father and Claire had received the most attention from their mother.  Laura was perfectly content to be a little ignored.  She was happy chilling in her room by herself.  Even as Emma and Claire started dating, Laura’s natural shyness seemed to prevent her from forming any kind of long-lasting relationships with the opposite sex.  Emma used to tease Laura about being a virgin, but as they’d grown older, they’d grown much more civil with each other.

       Now 23 years old, Laura was one year divorced from college and currently worked as an editor at a publishing firm.  She was always a bookworm, but not in a nerdy way, so Emma felt that she’d ended up in the right profession.  Claire was the nerd of the family, not Laura.  By the look of Laura, she wasn’t the fattest she’d ever been, but she was close.  It was hard to tell exactly, but Emma guessed Laura’s weight fell somewhere around 215lbs or 220lbs.

        Laura was wearing what appeared to be pajama’s that dated back to middle school.  It was quite a comical look.  She was wearing a tiny lion-king shirt that only managed to cover her breasts.  Her chunky belly was on full display.  Emma was proud that her own belly appeared bigger by comparison.  Laura had on what appeared to be some tight gym shorts although they were so tight, Emma might have mistaken them for some kind of formfitting briefs.  Emma was so obsessed with comparing herself to her ‘fat’ sister’s body that she almost ignored the changes Laura had made to her look.

       The most obvious change was her hair.  Emma didn’t even know what to call the hairstyle Laura was sporting, it was like a pixie cut gone wild.  Laura had always had such beautiful long hair and now she’d cut half of it off and fluffed out the sides into two outwardly flowing dyed blonde bushels of hair!  The hairstyle was strikingly attention grabbing for someone so naturally reserved.  And then there were the tattoos, Laura’s body was covered in them!  When had that happened??

       “Laura??  What are you doing up?  I thought you got home at 3AM??”  Emma snapped frantic to do some damage control.  She’d ask Laura about the tattoos and the hair later.

       “I slept on the plane.. and in the car.”  Laura sleepily explained, as she went on, “What are you talking about?  Feeding yourself breakfast?”

       “What am I talking about??  What are YOU talking about!”  Emma went on the attack to try and take advantage of her sleepy sister’s senses, “I said I don’t like eating breakfast alone.  Normally Paul makes breakfast and I eat with him.”

       “Ohh.  Sorry.  You thought I was Paul?”  Laura tilted her head, while her eyes remained scrunched.  She clearly hadn’t adjusted to the light in the kitchen yet.

       “Yeah, you really stomp around like he does.”  Emma droned, as she still felt very annoyed with herself that she’d let her guard down.  She almost blew this whole amazing thing she had going with Paul.

       “I don’t stomp around.”  Laura pouted, while she pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat where Emma had intend Paul to sit, “Can I have some pancakes?  I’m starving.”

       “Here.  Eat your heart out.”  Emma responded quickly, as she put one of the four plates of pancakes in front of her sister.  While she did that, Laura appeared to blink away some of the blur in her eyes and gawk at her older sister.

       “Woah!!  Dad was right!  You’re fatter than I am!”  Laura exclaimed, while she managed to jiggled Emma’s gut with a swift poke, “What happened?”

       “Same thing that happened to you whenever you got fat.”  Emma grunted, as she slapped her sister’s hand away and went back to the pan to rescue the lone burning pancake.

       “Yeah, but the last time I saw you..”  Laura began, as Emma cut her off.

       “Can we move on?  I know I’ve gotten really fat these past few months, but you’ve been fat your whole life.  Of everyone in the family I didn’t think you’d give me a hard time.”  Emma complained, while Laura heard the message loud and clear.

       “Sorry.  It’s just weird.”  Laura admitted, as she couldn’t take her eyes off her sister.  Emma looked like a different person, almost.  It was like she was the size of two Emma’s now!  Even though the pajamas she was wearing were clearly stretchy, they appeared very tight around Emma’s gut and bust.  Wait a minute..  “Are those my pajamas??  I was looking for those!”

       “I needed something that fit so I raided your closet.  Sorry.”  Emma admitted with a hint of remorse.  Come to think of it, it made sense why Laura was wearing such an odd outfit, Emma had stolen pretty much every article of clothing that fit her.

       “So, you’re the reason all of my high school clothes are missing?”  Laura questioned, as she began pouring some syrup onto her pancakes and licking her lips.

       “You have new clothes where you live right?”  Emma answered with her own question, as she got her own plate of pancakes ready and joined her sister at the table.

       “Yeah, but I didn’t bring them!  Now all I have to wear is freaking clothes that didn’t even fit me in middle school.”  Laura complained, while she took a bite of her giant stack of pancakes and chewed.

       “You look fine, we’re all family here.”  Emma assured her, as she smiled at her sister.  She liked how Laura didn’t even question the ludicrous stack of pancakes Emma had placed in front of her.  It looked like the family officially had two fatties.

       “Do you think that’s what dad will say?”  Laura mumbled with her mouth full, as Emma’s happy expression recoiled.

       “Probably not.”  Emma admitted.  She still felt guilty thinking about how her dad had talked to her.

       “Are you feeling okay?”  Laura wondered, while she sensed her sister appeared upset.

       “Yeah, better than okay.  I’m very happy now.  Why?”  Emma emphasized to convince both her sister and herself that the changes she made in her life were for the better.

       “It’s a little odd.  You never make breakfast for anyone.”  Laura explained, as she remembered who Emma had told her the pancakes were for, “Paul sounds like a special guy.”

       “He is.  Ever since I moved in with him, he’s been nothing but a gentleman.”  Emma smiled, as she heard more footsteps approach the kitchen door.

       “I think that’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard you say about me.”  Paul butted in, while he walked into the kitchen and observed Laura for the first time.

       “Then you might have a hearing problem, because I think you’re pretty great.”  Emma winked at him, while she gave him a little playful nudge as a greeting before getting back to chomping on her pancakes.  She could tell Paul was checking out Laura.  She was almost custom made for Paul’s liking with that outfit she’d been forced to wear.  Emma decided to shut up and let Paul enjoy the eye-candy.

       “Hey, I’m Paul.  You must be Laura.”  Paul introduced himself, as he extended his hand and Laura shook it.

       “Hey Paul!  It’s great to final meet you.”  Laura smiled, while she swallowed some food, “I hear your name mentioned a lot, but I don’t think I really know anything about you.  Question.  How do you tolerate dating my sister?”

       “What do you mean tolerate?  I love everything about her.”  Paul earnestly responded a bit unsure why Laura thought dating Claire was a handful.  Did she have a reputation or something?

       “A true gentleman.”  Laura smirked to herself, as she leaned toward her sister and loudly whispered, “He’s way better than Scott.  You traded up sis.”

       “Wait, back up a second.”  Paul mumbled, while he nearly swallowed his tongue.

       “Yeah, what?”  Emma coughed, as she dropped her fork for a moment.

       “Do you remember what Scott said when I asked him the same thing?  He said, ‘the benefits outweighed the costs,’ like some kind of utilitarian egoist.”  Laura elaborated, as Emma shook her head and slammed her hands down upon the table to get her sister’s attention.

       “I remember!  But I think you’ve got one little detail confused numbskull.”  Emma growled, as her voice grew into a feisty roar, “Paul’s not MY boyfriend.  He’s Claire-bear’s boyfriend!”

       “Oh-my-god.  Are you serious?”  Laura mumbled looking terribly confused.  Her cheeks were both stuffed with chewed up pancakes.  She looked like a chipmunk.

       “Yeah!”  Paul chimed in for emphasis.

       “Shit I’m sorry!  That’s awkward.”  Laura blushed terribly, as she looked toward Emma, “I thought you said you moved in with him?!”

       “I did move in with him.  It was Claire’s idea after I left Scott and didn’t wanna be homeless!”  Emma growled, as she put her hand on her forehead and tried to will away the headache Laura was giving her, “Didn’t somebody tell you this??”

       “Sorry I forgot!  I’ve got a lot going on okay!”  Laura tried to excuse her mistake, “You were making him breakfast, and the way you were talking about him, I just assumed.”

       “Oh-my-god.  You better never let Claire know you thought that.”  Emma ordered, as Laura nodded in agreement.

       “I know.”  Laura said, while she thought of a solution for this painfully awkward moment, “Is there any eggnog?   I need some eggnog.”

       “Me two.”  Emma muttered.

       “Me three.”  Paul agreed.

       “There should be one bottle left Paul, wanna grab it with some cups?”  Emma asked, as Paul went to the fridge.  They all needed to take the edge off, and he was happy to help.

       Watching Emma and Laura mindlessly devour pancake after pancake was a rare treat.  Paul joined in too, but only ate enough to satisfy his hunger.  Emma and Laura did the real eating.  It was like they were in an unspoken contest, eating and belching their way to victory.  Even thought they ate together, Emma was a much faster eater.  Laura seemed to like to savor each bite and Emma appeared to only be concerned with swallowing as many calories as possible.  It took about a half-hour, but in that time every pancake had disappeared into the sisters’ big bellies, except one.

       “Fuck..  I’m so stuffed..”  Laura groaned, while she leaned back in her chair and grasped her stomach.

       “There is only one more pancake.  I’ll split it with you.”  Emma offered, while she seemed to take the substantial amount of food much better than Laura.  She’d been practicing after all.

       “Ugh.. *Urp* Fine..”  Laura quietly belched, as Emma cut the pancake in half and threw a piece on her plate.

       “Do you need more syrup?”  Paul offered, as he extended the bottle of expensive maple syrup to Laura.

       “No thanks.  I think I’m sweating syrup.”  Laura declined, as Emma attempted to reach for it.

       “I’ll take some.”  Emma greedily smiled, as Paul handed it to her.  Her eyes grew wide as she watched the sweet nectar flow onto her final morsel of food.

       “Why don’t you just cut out the middleman and drink it sis.”  Laura joked because of how much her sister was pouring it on.

       “Okay.  Might as well finish it off.”  Emma reasoned, as she locked eyes with Paul and brought the half full bottle of maple syrup to her lips and began downing it.  Laura seemed shocked at what Emma was doing, but Paul was just excitedly pondering how many extra calories Emma was sucking down.  Slamming the empty bottle on the table in front of her, Emma proudly let out a loud, “*Buuuurp!!*”

       “You really did turn into a fatty.”  Laura commented, as Emma couldn’t help but grin proudly.

       “I learned from the best.”  Emma teased, while she leaned over and gave Laura’s plump belly a squeeze for Paul to see.

       There was something about the way the two sisters were interacting that Paul found completely transfixing.  Laura seemed so susceptible to Emma’s teasing, but Emma was equally as vulnerable to Laura’s little retaliations.  It was hot.

       Hearing the front door slam, everyone at the table stopped what they were doing and looked toward the kitchen doorway.

       “Laura!  You’re up!”  Claire cheered, as she hurried into the room and warmly smiled.

       “Hey sis!”  Laura waved, as she took one look at her sister and exclaimed, “Woah, you got so skinny!”

       “Thank you.”  Claire grinned, as she leaned in and gave her sister a hug.

       “God you’re sweaty.”  Laura complained, as she pushed Claire off of her.

       “And hot.  Who wants to hangout by the pool?”  Claire offered, as she extended her invitation to the room.

       “Me!”  Laura squeaked.

       “Me too!”  Emma cheered, as she managed to stand up and struggle toward the doorway, “I’m going to change into my swimsuit.”

       “Let’s all change.”  Claire agreed, as she walked by Paul, grabbed his arm, and hurried him out of the room.  

       Paul was a bit concerned by this silent power move.  For one thing, his blood was still flowing after watching Emma and Laura feed on pancakes for so long.  For another, Claire seemed quiet.  The last time they talked had been an argument and he didn’t know how Claire was feeling about him.  As Claire lead him up to her room, she didn’t answer him until she’d closed the door.  Paul was worried until she opened her mouth.

       “I’m sorry about last night.  I was cranky.”  Claire began to explain looking remorseful, as she dug through her dresser and pulled out a bikini.

       “It’s okay.  You’re right.  We shouldn’t only be having sex when I instigate it.  I’ve gotta be more sensitive to your needs too.”  Paul admitted, as he felt a huge relief.  He watched, as Claire dug through his travel bag and tossed him a pair of swim trunks.

       “Come on, change.  I’m overheated and I wanna hop in the pool.”  Claire urged him, while she took off her sports bra and got her bikini top into place.

       “Umm, alright.”  Paul muttered, as he took off his shirt and then his pants.  Claire gave him what he considered a sort of judgmental stare, as he did so.

       “You’re still horny?”  Claire questioned, while wiggling out of her tight running pants.  She could see he was aroused.

       “Well what do you expect?  You’re getting naked in front of me.”  Paul fibbed.  In truth his excitement was still from breakfast.

       “If we weren’t at my parents’ house, I’d help you out.  I just don’t want somebody to hear us.”  Claire explained, while she got her bikini bottoms into place and watched as Paul pulled up his swim trunks.  Tilting her head slightly, she asked, “How many pancakes did you eat?”

       “I don’t know, why?”  Paul answered unsure of why Claire cared.  She slowly walked up to him and planted a sweet little kiss on his cheek while her hand touched his stomach.

       “Just be careful eating around my sisters.  They’re both pigs.  I don’t want them rubbing off on you.”  Claire cautioned, as Paul raised an eyebrow.

       “I don’t think I could eat as much as them if I tried.”  Paul truthfully responded, as Claire smiled.

       “I believe you.”  Claire said, as she looked out her window at the pool.  “Want to play catch in the pool?  Get some exercise?”

       “Sure.”  Paul smiled back at Claire, as they hurried outside.

       The pool at the Irving residence was a nice addition.  Paul and Claire got into it before Emma and Laura made it outside.  The water was refreshing, and it was large enough for Claire and Paul to share a game of catch.  The water frisbee they were using was not very accurate to throw, but that was half the fun.

       It was apparent to Paul that Emma and Laura were taking their good sweet time getting outside.  Part of him wondered what they were up to but most of his focus had to remain on Claire and the frisbee that was very difficult to actually catch.

       It was probably 15 to 20 minutes after they started playing that Paul noticed Emma and Laura making their way outside.  His attention was drawn to Emma who had adorned herself in a very revealing leopard stripped bikini.  Laura hadn’t changed, but she was carrying a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.  Rather than join them in the pool, the portly girls found a nice place to sit and appeared to just chat while they snacked on cookies.

       Paul couldn’t really hear what they were talking about, but he could imagine.  If he had to guess, it looked as if Emma was trying to push Laura into overeating.  But why?  Was she doing it for him?  As Claire had to get out of the pool to grab the frisbee after a particularly bad throw, Paul moved closer to the edge of the pool and tried to eavesdrop on what was being said.

       “I feel a little bad about eating so much, shouldn't we join Claire for a swim?”  Laura wondered to Emma, as she munched on a cookie.

       “Does this belly look like it belongs to someone who swims??”  Emma countered, as she grabbed her big flabby belly and jiggled it for her to see, “Face it, we would only slow Claire-bear down. Stick with me sis, spoil yourself a little!  You’ll thank me later!”

       Paul almost couldn’t believe his ears.  Was that really what they were saying or had his imagination completely warped his perception of reality?  He would have kept thinking about it, but Claire was quick to rejoin him.

       As they spent more time in the pool, Shari got home and finally woke Dan from his slumber.  With the parents up and about, preparations were being made for a proper family lunch.  Eventually, Claire and Paul got out of the pool and dried off.  They needed a break before going back in.  So, they joined Emma and Laura and played a few rounds of spades with a card deck they had laying around.  

       After playing cards, Claire and Paul helped Dan and Sheri set up the table on their deck for lunch.  Since Dan and Laura missed the lovely char-grilled meal the previous night, they decided to barbeque some chicken and make some baked potatoes.  By the time the food was finally ready, there was only one problem.

       “Where’d Emma go?”  Claire asked Laura, as her sister reclined by the pool, “The parents are bringing out lunch.”

       “Bathroom.”  Laura answered, as she pointed past Paul toward inside the house.

       “Paul, can you tell her to hurry up?  I need a break.”  Claire asked, while she took a seat next to Laura.

       “No problem.”  Paul nodded, as he started off toward the house.

       “So, what do you think of Paul?”  Claire asked once her boyfriend was out of earshot.

       “He’s not my type.”  Laura sighed, as she took off the sunglasses she’d put on and looked at her sister.

       “You always say that.”  Claire countered wanting a real answer.

       “Sorry if I’m picky.”  Laura defended herself.

       “Still though.  Husband material, right?”  Claire grinned, as Laura gave her sister a skeptical look.  Claire really did wear her heart on her sleeve.  Laura was actually a bit jealous.

        “If he was smart, he’d marry you tomorrow.”  Laura seriously responded, as Claire looked curious.

       “What do you mean?”  Claire wondered, as she tried to imagine what her sister meant by that.

       “Come on, he’s a nice guy and all but he’s dating above his paygrade.”  Laura rationalized, as her sister looked lost.  Claire was so naive.

       “Huh?”  Claire stuttered.

       “You do realize you’re dating down right?”  Laura spelled it out for her, “You’re a little out of his league.  Not that there is anything wrong with that.”

       “No.”  Claire shook her head in disagreement.  Paul was amazing.

       “First, you’re an ivy leaguer.  He’s a mid-twenty something artist with no money and a high school diploma.”  Laura explained taking advantage of what she’d learned about Paul from Emma, “Second, and this is more subjective, you have to admit he doesn’t really look athletic.”

       “I think he’s hot.”  Claire crossed her arms.  She was a bit upset Laura was bashing Paul like this, but she did value her sister’s opinion, “Although he has put on a little winter weight recently.”

       “Don’t sound so dramatic.  He’s not overweight or anything.  If you weren’t so in shape it wouldn’t be so noticeable that he is out of shape.”  Laura explained, “But if you think he’s husband material just be careful.  If he’s a lazy guy in ten years, he’ll probably have a big enough beer belly to make some side cash as a mall Santa during the holidays.”

       “He’s not a lazy guy.  I think the winter weight is related to stress.  This last semester just kinda sucked the fun out of everything.  I don’t think he’s super happy with me right now.”  Claire sensitively admitted, as Laura tried to sound supportive.

       “All relationships have bumpy patches.  It says a lot about you that you’re sticking with him through thick and thin.”  Laura elaborated, as she began to smirk, “Emphasis on thick.”

       “Hahaha..”  Claire laughed on reflex, “I already know he’d do the same for me.  It wasn’t too long ago that I was the thick one.”

       Across the property and inside the house, far away from Claire and Laura’s gossiping conversation, Paul was in a pickle.  Emma was nowhere to be found.  He’d checked both bathroom’s downstairs and now he was going to check the one upstairs by the girls’ rooms.  If she wasn’t there, then he didn’t know where the hell to look for her.  Luckily, as he approached the bathroom, he could tell that the door was closed.

       “You okay?  Everybody’s waiting for you.”  Paul asked, as he knocked on the door.  It was odd, the second he’d knocked, he heard Emma flip the light switch off.

       “Thank god it’s you.  Can you come in here and help me with something?”  Emma innocently asked, as Paul heard her unlock the door.

       “Sure, wardrobe malfunction?  Is that why you shut off the lights?”  Paul asked, as he opened the door and Emma hurriedly tugged him inside.

       “Close the door.”  Emma ordered, as she turned the lights on.  It took Paul a second to adjust to the light, but he did as Emma said and closed the door.

       “Fucking hell Emma!  What are you doing?”  Paul quietly called out in surprise, as he covered his eyes.  Emma was completely naked!

       “It’s like you said.  Wardrobe malfunction.  My fat belly and swollen tits broke Laura’s bikini.  I’m fatter than my sister ever was.”  Emma spoke in a tone that conveyed an animalistic desire.

       “Do you want me to get you more clothes?”  Paul asked, as Emma reached for his hand and removed it from covering his eyes.  She wanted him to look at her, and he complied.

       “No.”  Emma honestly answered, “I want you to do what needs to be done.  You’ve got me too hot and bothered to do anything else.”

       “This is crossing a line, Emma.  This is crossing a line.”  Paul shook his head, as Emma could sense his discomfort.

       “I’m not talking about sex idiot!  I’m talking about masturbating together.  Like what we wanted to do last night.”  Emma urged, as she leaned her painfully stuffed belly forward and made Paul put his hands on it, “It’s not cheating.”

       “I’m not so sure about that.”  Paul responded, as his hands tingled with the joy he was feeling from getting to touch his feedee’s belly.

       “If it’s cheating, then you’ve been cheating on my sister with me this whole time.”  Emma declared, as Paul’s face seemed to understand her point of view.

       “Then it’s not cheating.”  Paul agreed instinctively.

       “Then let’s do it.  For our sanity.”  Emma smiled, as she untied Paul’s swim trunks and cooed, “You won’t touch me.  I won’t touch you.  It’ll be a one-time thing.”

       “Alright.”  Paul agreed, as she eagerly waited for him to drop his pants, “For our own sanity.”

       “Yes!”  Emma smiled, as she watched Paul cast off his trunks.  Emma couldn’t help herself, “I know you wanna tug it to my fat belly.”

       “Don’t talk.”  Paul ordered her, as he pulled the toilet seat down and made Emma sit so he could get a good view of her girth.

       Surprisingly, as they both got started it didn’t feel awkward.  It almost felt natural.  Emma lustfully looked at him and he lustfully looked at her.  There were a few minutes where the primal sound of their muffled breaths were just as arousing as the naughty scenario they were engaging in.  Paul was the first to finish, which only served to rile up Emma even more.

       “I’m so close..  I need you to work you magic.”  Emma begged, as Paul caught on that she wanted him to tease her, while her fingers continued their work at full speed.  She seemed desperate for his help.  As if she could cum without his permission.  Paul liked that thought.  So, as he leaned closer to her, his voice took the form of a commanding whisper.

       “Enjoy masturbating while you can.  I’m going to make you so fat you can’t cum without my help.”  Paul’s feeder persona threatened, as Emma’s blubbery body jolted in its place.

       “Ahh!!”  Emma loudly gasped for air, as her body trembled, and Paul quickly muffled her lengthy moans of pleasure and relief by forcing his hand to cover her mouth.  Once she’d finally settled down after a good half a minute, Paul resumed his whisper.

       “Feel better?”  Paul quietly asked, as he removed his hand from Emma’s mouth.

       “Much.  Thank you.”  Emma was able to profess in a relaxed tone.

       “Ready for lunch?”  Paul smiled, as Emma’s eyes lit up.

       “Yes sir.”  Emma grinned, as she grabbed Paul’s hand and gave him an earnest squeeze to show her appreciation.

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This update was epic and strangely stressful, Polaris really has a way with tension. All that duplicity under one roof. But I love the way you two together have woven a character-centric plot with conflict at its heart and characters all trying and often failing to do the right thing. It's a wonderful slice of realism alongside the wish fulfillment that scrutinises weight gain and its surrounding morals

Oh, and some of elaborate hairstyles, tattoos and body art must make drawing these characters such a painstaking task, but it really makes each character feel distinct which is impressive when people are changing physically from picture to picture

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1 hour ago, swahilimonkfish said:

This update was epic and strangely stressful, Polaris really has a way with tension. All that duplicity under one roof. But I love the way you two together have woven a character-centric plot with conflict at its heart and characters all trying and often failing to do the right thing. It's a wonderful slice of realism alongside the wish fulfillment that scrutinises weight gain and its surrounding morals

Oh, and some of elaborate hairstyles, tattoos and body art must make drawing these characters such a painstaking task, but it really makes each character feel distinct which is impressive when people are changing physically from picture to picture

Thankss a lot! This update is one of my favourites because, as you said, it really show the problems each character is facing. When we outlined the script we wanted to create a story that felt real, with characters that make mistakes, are capable of hurt and get hurt by their decisions and not always take the "good" over the "evil". We wanted the character to feel the consecuences of their actions and how their choices towards happiness affect others in a bad way. I'm not a native english speaker so It's difficult for me to express all these things, but I think polaris has already done a perfect job in this chapter showing those struggles in their own way to happiness and desire.

Indeed, it's really dificult to keep some cosistency drawing the characters when they are noticiable heavier/thinner in each illustration. It's quite a challenge. I want to show the changes and the progression in their weight journeys but, at the same time, I try to keep the essence of what makes them what they are (i don't know if that makes sense).

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Everytime I see there is a new chapter it makes me really happy. And it makes me sad when i've read it because I know I have to wait again till the next one is up.

I really like the whole story and it keeps getting better and better. I enjoyed the couch part with the teasing and the truth about emma who wants more. And I liked the secret midnight stuffing part. In fact, I liked the whole chapter!

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Chapter 8- The Cherry on Top

       Paul watched with anticipation from across the room while Emma mindlessly shoveled food into her greedy mouth.  She was pretending that she didn’t know he was there, watching her, but she knew.  Sitting at the kitchen table they’d crafted into looking like an office desk, Emma pretended to organize papers, file things, look busy, but most of her concentration was spent on devouring the calorie-rich lasagna Paul had made for her.  She was embellishing her enjoyment, but not by much, Paul was quite the cook.  Still, rather than grab a plate, she was eating it right out of the large glass baking dish.  Paul had let her eat uninterrupted for nearly half an hour and she looked so full her eyes appeared to be glazing over with each subsequent bite.  Putting the fork down momentarily Emma gave her full stomach a rub and tried to avoid drifting into a food induced coma.

       “*Buurrrrpp!!*” Emma belched, while she sent Paul an impatient look.  She was ready for things to really get started and was getting kind of pissed Paul had made her wait this long.

       In the heat of the moment, Paul surveyed the excess of blubbery pounds Emma’s appetite had added to her frame over the past two months.  Standing up, Paul felt jitters pulsing through his stomach.  Her growth was exciting enough, but what they were about to do now was somehow even more satisfying.

       Paul couldn’t remember who had been responsible for the idea to add such a sultry dimension to their established feeding rituals.  Perhaps it had been Emma’s, she was always pushing boundaries.  However, Paul had to admit that the thought had certainly crossed his mind long before they’d started doing it once a week.

       Adding in a night of roleplaying seemed like an organic step in Paul and Emma’s continued pursuit of fulfilling each other’s mutual fantasies.  Ever since the little Christmas and New Year’s Eve vacation in Arizona, Paul had sought to address Emma’s concerns with their arrangement.  Roleplaying seemed to satisfy a creative craving within their deviant pursuits, but it was only one development to their arrangement.  Paul couldn’t ignore Emma’s more human desires.  She wanted more attention, more investment, and more affection from him.  He made sure to give it to her.

       The attention part was easy.  Once Claire’s spring semester started, things had returned to how they once were.  Claire spent a lot of her nights on campus, but still made her way over for weekly dates and occasional visits.  Paul had to admit that while things were still a little tense with Claire at times, there was no immediate crisis.  For the most part they were getting along in a way that Paul was happy with.  They were making it work and, because she was so busy, he wasn’t feeling much lagging guilt for the time he invested with his feedee.

       When feeder and feedee were not working, for the most part, they were together.  Of course, sometimes Emma would go out and hang out with her friend from college that lived in town, and Paul would spend time with Claire, but by and large they had gotten serious about making Emma become much bigger.  Three or four major feedings a day, complete with mass powder filled weight gain shakes in between meals, had really plumped Emma up nicely.  Where her body had struggled to put on 10 pounds before their vacation, in the 8 weeks since then, she’d put on close to 40.

       There was no way around it.  Emma was an eating machine and Paul made sure that Emma knew he appreciated her for it.  She got belly rubs, teasing comments and, when necessary, more of what they’d done in the upstairs bathroom of Claire’s parent’s house.

       They’d both taken steps to reduce their filters around one another.  Every kinky thought they had about each other or about their feeding arrangement was no longer a secret.  Paul rationalized that he must have been the one to tell Emma that he’d been imagining her in certain scenarios he found irresistible.  When he let her in on the details, she’d been the one who suggested trying them out in the form of roleplaying.

       Their secret bond as feeder and feedee was enough to provide the two with endless excitement and sexual gratification.  However, a bit of roleplaying thrown into feeding sessions now and again seemed like an ideal way to make sure things stayed fresh and exciting between them.  That’s why tonight, Paul had been forthcoming about a trying a scenario that had been on his mind since they started incorporating bits of roleplaying into their feeding sessions a few weeks ago.

       Tonight, while Claire was away, he was Emma’s controlling boss who harbored a serious crush on her, and she was his stuck-up secretary who’d formally been skinny.  She was supposed to be a little dumb, somewhat oblivious about the extent of her gain, and extremely against the notion of being fat.  They’d never roleplayed a scenario where Emma’s character wasn’t as equally in love with her gain as Paul was, so this was something new.  The last bit of instruction Paul had provided about Emma’s character was that she needed to have a superior attitude, but an uncontrollable weakness for junk food.

       Emma had chuckled a bit when Paul had explained the scenario, but he knew she wasn’t judging him, they’d tried some of her scenarios out before and Paul felt quite certain this wasn’t the most outrageous thing they’d acted out.  As far as tonight’s session was concerned, his boss character had been fattening her up for the better part of a year through sabotage and tonight was the night that the hands-off fattening sabotage graduated into hands-on fattening blackmail.  If she didn’t do everything he said, she’d lose her job.  If she obeyed his every command, she’d lose any hope she still had of reclaiming the once trim and sexy body she coveted above all else.  Paul wanted Emma’s character to be furious in defeat and defiant to the end, even as she came to realize she’d be forced to become so hopelessly fat that her boss would soon come to dominate her life whether she liked it or not.

       For the occasion, he’d chosen to make a good lasagna.  It was a perfect meal to feed a crowd and a perfect dish to bring Emma’s considerable appetite to its knees.  Paul baked enough to feed a small army; the amount of food he’d thrown into the recipe would easily serve eight people.  However, he’d made some additions to the recipe just for Emma.  He added a little sugar and a dash of wine vinegar to the sauce and used quite a bit more cheese than he had in other recipes.  This particular recipe produced a thick, meaty tomato sauce that was layered with noodles and cheese into a casserole.

       Into the sauce had gone ground beef, bell peppers, onions, and a combo of tomato sauce, tomato paste, and crushed tomatoes.  The three kinds of tomatoes gave the sauce great depth of flavor.  He let the sauce simmer while he brought the noodles to a boil and got the cheeses ready.  He used ricotta, shredded mozzarella and parmesan, like the mix of three tomatoes, the three-cheese blend gave the lasagna an amazing flavor.  From there he assembled the lasagna methodically, a cup of meat sauce, a layer of noodles, more sauce, a layer of cheese, rinse and repeat until every last drop of ingredients he’d purchased had been completely used up.  Part of him hoped Emma’s stomach wouldn’t be able to contain it all just so he could have some, but that part was drowned out by the part of him that wanted to see her eat every last morsel and suffer the fattening consequences.

       For dessert, Paul had purchased two dozen donuts.  He expected Emma might be able to consume a few of the calorie packed treats once she gave up on the imposing lasagna dish, but he wanted to ensure they didn’t run out of food just in case her appetite surprised him.  To get into character Paul had looked in the back of his closet for his suit while the meal had been cooking.  He hardly ever wore the damn thing, but this was the perfect excuse to throw it on.  While Paul got ready, so had Emma.

       It was important to Emma that she make Paul enjoy his scenarios just as much as he made her enjoy the ones she’d thought of.  Thus, she went all out to look the part.  Starting with her hair, Emma actually changed things up.  Rather than wear her hair down, she pulled her hair back, revealed more of her chubby face and made a professional looking bun.  After applying the appropriate amounts of makeup, Emma donned a pair of black-rimmed, nerdly looking glasses that she just happened to have lying around.  She was pretty sure she’d bought them for a party in college that was nerd themed, but she couldn’t exactly remember.

       Moving on from her face, Emma clothed her massive naked body with some Victoria’s Secret lingerie.  The big bra was the only one that fit her properly and she wanted to look professional.  That’s why the next thing she put on was the largest white button-down, professional-looking collared shirt that she owned.  It was a gift she’d received at Christmas from her mother, so of course it was now extremely tight on her.  She’d beefed up quite a bit since Christmas, but the she was still able to successfully button the shirt.

       Next, Emma donned some long fishnet stockings she’d purchased earlier that day.  Her legs had thickened with excess fat since the last time she’d ever worn fishnet stocking, and she couldn’t help but feel sexy in them.  Even as she managed to wrangle her big booty into a big black skirt, Emma’s excitement could be seen on her face.  The only thing tempering her expression was the painfully tight high heels she decided to wear to complete the outfit.  Modeling the look for herself in the mirror, she nearly lost her breath at how hot she appeared.  This had been a great idea!  Paul’s mind was just a treasure trove of lusciously scintillating kinky trinkets.  She’s wanted the fun to begin right then and there, but Paul had been very specific about wanting to watch her eat in character.

       So, for half an hour she ate and ate and ate and Paul watched silently from across the room of his apartment.  Emma drew some considerable excitement from the thought Paul might be touching himself while she made a pig of herself.  She liked the idea of Paul getting off to her gluttony, but, as the time wore on and Paul didn’t effectively start the scenario, Emma got a little impatient.  She craved for Paul’s smooth-talking tongue to smother her with the sexy wordplay he knew she loved.

       Seeing that Emma finally looked annoyed to the point of frustration, due to the time he’d forced her to wait, Paul smiled at the fact she was now perfectly in character for this session.  Walking over to her, Paul tried to think of what might be best to say to start things off.  Things were always awkward at first in their sessions, he wished they could get right into the feeding part where the nerves tended to wear off, but, what the hell, a little embarrassment was worth the payoff.  He had to start somewhere.

       “You finish proofreading that report for me?”  Paul asked in an authoritative tone, while Emma’s eyes locked on him.

       She was almost at a loss for words.  They both normally wore comfortable clothes in front of each other instead of anything resembling business professional.  Seeing Paul look so cleaned up was something new.  

       Even though Paul didn’t say it, he was thinking the same thing about Emma, she looked like a completely different person.  She seemed so natural in the getup and outfit, he wondered if this had been what she used to wear when she’d been an accountant.  Of course, since she’d been gulping down lasagna for half an hour, the buttons on her shirt looked very strained, but besides that she really sold Paul on the role she was playing.

       While Paul admired how well Emma filled the part of fluffed up secretary, she tried not to smirk at him.  He was such a guy.  She was looking at what he considered business professional.  Paul had combed his long hair and slicked it back.  That part wasn’t bad, but his choice of attired left something to be desired.  

      The first thing she noticed was the poorly tied tie.  She made a mental note to fix it for him, in character, once she got the chance.  Then there was his suit and pants.  Each on their own looked fine, but not together.  While both were a shade of navy blue, they still didn’t look like they matched.  Paul’s pants looked a little lighter and perhaps a little older than the suit jacket itself.  His collared shirt looked nice, it was kind of hot seeing Paul in one for a change, but it wasn’t tucked in.  In fact, it didn’t even look like Paul had a belt on.  He seemed to have a certain distain for such authoritative clothes, but Emma thought, despite all the shortcomings, it suited him.

       “I’m almost done.”  Emma responded in an uninterested tone, while her eyes returned to the mess of blank papers on the table.

       “You should have been done half an hour ago.  What have you been doing?”  Paul asked in an accusing fashion, as he watched Emma lean over the table, pierce her fork into the lasagna and stuff a massive bite into her mouth.

       Blurting with her mouth severely full, Emma muttered, “My secret admirer left me this lasagna in the fridge for dinner along with a lovely note, so I guess I got a little sidetracked tasting it.”

       “Tasting?  There is hardly any left!”  Paul burst, as he picked up the tray and pointed to show that there was only about a fourth of the dish left.

       “It was really good.  I think my secret admirer might be a chef.”  Emma shrugged intrepidly, while one hand went to rub her aching stomach.  She’d really overdone it on the lasagna.  She felt positively stuffed, but she knew more was to come.

       “I don’t pay you to eat on the job.”  Paul growled, as he stood above Emma and looked down on his portly secretary.

        “Someone just sounds jealous that they don’t have a secret admirer.”  Emma muttered in a mocking fashion before pausing.  Eying Paul from top to bottom, Emma tilted her head as if a revelation had just crossed her mind.  In truth she was making this up as quickly as Paul was.  Turning her plump body so she could better face Paul, Emma struggled to her feet and nearly let out a wheeze as she said, “And I’m not surprised, you can’t even tie your own tie right.  Here, let me show you how it is done.”

       Letting Emma undo his tie and redo it for him, Paul enjoyed to the sound of Emma catching her breath.  Had she so nearly exhausted herself with eating that standing up taxed her that much?  Wow, Paul couldn’t pass up such an opportunity to tease Emma.  Raising an eyebrow, Paul let out a serious question, “Out of breath just from standing up?”

       “Huh?”  Emma hummed, as she finished with Paul’s tie and appreciated her work.  Paul looked very handsome.  She was almost off guard when he let off his question.  Feeling the familiar embarrassed feeling ingulf her, Emma tried not to blush.

       “You’ve really gained some weight, haven’t you?”  Paul pointed out with a subtle touch of Emma’s robust love handles.

       “Umm, I mean..  I’ve put on a few pounds..”  Emma admitted reluctantly, as she tried to move Paul’s hands off of her.  She wanted nothing more than to let him continue to grope the belly they built together, but she was trying her best to stay in character.

       “All those chocolates your secret admirer sends you no doubt.”  Paul accused in a judging fashion with a poignant poke to Emma’s rounded gut.

       “I’m sorry my rich admirer likes to spoil me.”  Emma grunted trying to back away from Paul and accidently bumping into her chair.

       “So, it’s his fault you’ve gotten so fat?”  Paul seemed to delightfully wonder, while his hand gently pressed against Emma’s belly and forced her to sit down.

       “I’m not fat!  *Oof!*  I’m.. getting fat..”  Emma argued trying to stay in character but sounding a bit too excited by Paul’s antics.  Trying to put up more resistance, Emma continued, “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m planning on getting a gym membership for the summer.  I’ll lose all the weight in a few months.  You’ll see.”

       “I don’t think so.”  Paul countered, while he slowly and methodically walked behind Emma.  He placed both hands upon her tense shoulders and tried to think of a suitable path to take his story while beginning to massage her.

       “Excuse me?”  Emma replied tilting her chubby face enough to glance at Paul out of the corner of her eye.  She could see him lean toward her ear while he began to whisper.

       “You can’t stop eating.  You want to lose the extra weight, but deep down you must know that it’s impossible for you.  Your spoiled ass doesn’t possess the willpower.”  Paul explained in a taunting fashion.  Emma was nearly drooling at the mouth craving for more, but she did her best to play the part.

       “D-don’t touch me!”  Emma stuttered in an excited tone, rather than the fearful one she was going for.

       “When you got this job right out of college, did you ever think you’d get this fat?”  Paul questioned, as he took his hands off of Emma momentarily.  She clearly looked uncomfortable trying to turn her head and body to look at him.  She wasn’t as flexible as she used to be.

       “N-no..  but lots of people gain weight after college..”  Emma pouted, while she felt her neck strain and decided it wasn’t worth keeping her eyes on Paul.  Instead, she faced forward and looked at her fat belly.  Her hands moved to play with her soft folds of fat while Paul shamed her in just the way she liked.

       “Is that what you tell yourself to think it’s okay?”  Paul chastised Emma, as he reached his arms around Emma’s large waist from behind and gave her a forceful squeeze, “You’ve gained well over 100 pounds since you started here.  You think that’s normal after college?”

       “How would *uggh* you know?”  Emma grunted, while the force Paul’s hug produced within her painfully stuffed belly sent shockwaves of arousal down her spine.

       “I have eyes.”  Paul lustfully spoke into Emma’s ear.  She loved the feel of his warm breath against her neck.  She felt a shock of excitement, as he grabbed her lower belly roll and gave it a sultry squeeze.  Her hands provided a token resistance to try and get him to stop, but she really lacked the kind of strength necessary to move his arms.  Realizing her powerlessness in this scenario, Emma breathed a little deeper.  She liked where this was going.  Paul whispered in her ear, “This much fat is hard to miss.”

       “Who do you think you are?”  Emma shakily responded, while her voice quivered with excitement.

       “I’m your secret admirer, Emma.”  Paul evilly scoffed, as he let go of Emma’s stomach, grabbed her wrists and yanked her hands behind her back with enough force to get the job done, but not so much that he could risk hurting Emma.  

       Emma hardly had time to register what was happening.  The only thing she knew for sure was the feel of Paul securing her wrists in handcuffs!  Paul had known that Emma was too fat and inflexible to comfortable wear handcuffs behind her back when seated, so he’d purchased two cuffs.  He secured each of Emma’s hands to the respective back legs of the chair she was sitting on.  That way she wouldn’t be excessively uncomfortable, but she would have the desired effect of being completely helpless during their feeding.

       Emma was so shocked and excited by Paul’s actions that she couldn’t find any words to respond.

       “I’ve been watching you.”  Paul revealed, as he walked beside Emma, pulled up a chair and sat next to her at the table, “You’re afraid to truly let yourself go.  You realize your gluttonous behavior is going to result in you continuing to fatten up, and it scares you.  Yet, you still force mountains of food into your mouth every day.”

       “Ungh..”  Emma nodded without forming a coherent word.  Paul didn’t know it, but he was really scratching an itch Emma had been harboring for a long time.  She didn’t know Paul had a thing for bondage.

       “You’re addicted.  Addicted to the taste.  A slave to the feeling of being full.  Of being warm.  Of being fully content and satisfied.”  Paul colorfully elaborated, as he placed a box of chocolate donuts in front of Emma.  Her eyes widened with anticipation, while Paul continued, “You are not going to stop.  You’ll eat more.  You’ll get fatter.  Because I say so.”

       “Let me go!  You can’t do this!”  Emma smiled despite trying to sound horrified.

       “Yes, I can.  If you don’t submit to me in every way I require. You’re fired.  And I swear you’ll never find another job without my ringing endorsement.”  Paul threatened, as he picked up a donut and brought it closer to Emma’s mouth.

       “Fuck you!  You let me go right now or I’ll.. *Mthhh!*”  Emma tried to resist, while Paul forced the donut into her mouth.  She tried to talk with her mouth full, but Paul stuffed another donut in her pie-hole to shut her up for a moment.  Without any other option, Emma chewed and listened.

       “You’ll get fat for me.  If you know what’s good for you.”  Paul threatened with a lustful squeeze of Emma’s plump love handles.  The buttons on her shirt appeared to be near the point of bursting, he wanted to stuff her until her belly was rendered completely exposed to him.

       Spotting that Emma was beginning to swallow her first mouthful of donuts, Paul wasted no time in seeing that she had another two to munch on while he continued his threats, “You’ll lose any trace of hesitation you have about how massive you’re getting.  You’ll accept that fat is beautiful and relish in the challenge of making yourself appear more beautiful for me.”

       “Nhhhh!”  Emma grunted with her mouth nearly totally full of chocolaty goodness.  She got a gentle slap across her stomach for her defiance.  It was so tightly packed with food that Paul’s slap did not produce as much jiggle as he’d hoped.

       “This belly is nice, but I want it bigger.  I want you to grow more flab for me to play with.”  Paul insisted, as Emma shook her head from side to side and tried her best to send a mean glare at him.

       “Your boobs are already so swollen and heavy, but I want them larger.”  Paul ordered, while he stuffed the fifth donut of the night into Emma’s mouth and then let his hands frisky grope Emma’s large breasts for a moment.  Emma let out a big gush, as his hands lingered where her nipples would be underneath her shirt and provided a sensitive touch to the area.

       “These clothes are tight on you, but I want them so tight your fat breaks them at the seams!”  Paul ordered, while Emma seemed to be very out of breath from chewing.  He wanted to feed her more, but he didn’t want to exhaust his feedee just yet.  Providing a little more talk for Emma to finish her mouthful, Paul continued, “I want to see you grow winded just from inhaling all the food I feed you.  And I want you to be proud of your weakness.  Because the fatter you get, the weaker you become.. The more power you give me over you.”

       Emma seemed to squirm in her seat at that last sentence.  Her eyes looked wild with desire, she was biting down hard on her lower lip, gulping down the last of the donuts, Emma burst in a lustful fashion, “What will people say when they see what you’ve done to me?”

       “They’ll be repulsed by your corpulence.  Make mean comments behind your back.  But it doesn’t matter.  You’ll know that I want you hungry, heavy and horny.  And that will be the only thing you need to concern yourself with.”  Paul declared, as Emma’s arms tested her restraints and Paul brought another donut to her lips.

       “You’ll never get away with this.”  Emma gushed melodramatically with her mouth full, while she wiggled in her seat increasingly hot and bothered by what Paul was telling her.  Paul could see she was smiling from the excitement, but her eyes looked like they were at least trying to be angry.

       “Accept it.  You’re a fatty now, and that’s never going to change.”  Paul rubbed in that fact with with a smug poke to Emma’s exposed flesh jutting out between the severely strained buttons of her shirt around her belly.

       “It’s *burp!* temporary.”  Emma quietly belched from the pressure Paul’s finger was placing across her gut.  She’d almost reached her limit with how much she could eat, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell Paul, it looked like he was enjoying himself too much and frankly she was loving every second of this.  Much to Paul’s delight, Emma sucked in a bit of air expanding her belly out even more for Paul to feel and finally popped the middle button of her shirt.

       The moment seemed to be one that both Paul and Emma took a second to enjoy.  Making eye contact and smiling to each other, Emma motioned to Paul to look at the cuff restraining her right arm.  Ignoring whatever Emma was trying to communicate to him, Paul decided to continue.

       “270 pounds is not temporary.  It’s hopelessly obese.”  Paul emphasized, while his teasing poking of Emma’s belly turned into an indulgent squeeze.  He watched Emma let out a small groan of pleasure.  

       “Tea cup.”  Emma silently evoked the safe word they’d agreed upon for these intense feeding scenarios.

       “You okay?”  Paul asked considerately.

       “Just get this cuff off my right hand.”  Emma urged, as Paul quickly unlocked it and Emma’s free hand moved to unbutton her skirt.

       Paul watched, while Emma’s heavy belly surged forward and filled the excess space.  Her hand then dug its way between her legs and Paul understood why Emma had wanted him to free her.  Deciding to let it be, Paul waited for her to give him the nod to continue the scenario.

       Smiling at him, Emma cooed a sweet sounding, “I’m ready when you are.”

       Getting back into character, Paul roared, “What are you so happy about!  You’ll never be able undo the damage you’re doing to your body.”

       “The damage you’re doing to my body!!”  Emma protested, while guilty trying to appear more distressed as her fingers got to work scratching the itch Paul had throbbingly fostered within her.

       “I only stuff you silly when you’re at work.  I’ve done the math.  You wouldn’t be ripping your skirts every other week unless you were chowing down like an obedient glutton when you’re all by your lonesome at home.”  Paul accused, as he hoisted a donut to his mouth, took a bite, and then forced Emma to finish what was left.

       “It’s hard not to eat when you’re depressed.”  Emma grunted with her mouth full.  This was getting good and Emma was feeling it.

       “What is there to be depressed about?  Don’t you like being my pampered fat princess?”  Paul inquired, as Emma’s acting seemed to improve substantially.

       “It’s been over a year since I last had sex.  Men won’t even approach me because of how fat you’ve made me.  Of course I’m depressed.”  Emma softly murmured, while Paul reached for her nerdy glasses and took them off.

       “I’m sorry to hear that.”  Paul responded in a serious tone, “Why don’t you just quit being my secretary? And hire a personal trainer?”

       “You know I’m living paycheck to paycheck.  If I lose this job, I’m as good as homeless.”  Emma glared at him with a certain knowing flare that Paul found simply irresistible.  Her inflection was all over the place she sounded like she was really working herself up.

       “Still, you could apply for other jobs, no?”  Paul teased, while his hand rose upward from Emma’s chunky gut and glided over her doughy breasts one at a time.  Emma let out a gasp before recovering.

       “I’ve tried.  You’re the first reference they ask for.  You’ve been sabotaging my reputation.  Haven’t you!?”  Emma added, as she suddenly used what strength her body still had to move her fingers with more enthusiasm.  Emma squealed in delight, while Paul stood up and walked behind her.  He uncuffed her left wrist and used his hand to put some pressure on her back, so she’d lean her head into the open box of donuts on the table in front of her.

       Taking Paul’s que in stride and trying to stick her head in the box like a horse eating out of a trough, Emma weakly managed to stand up to give herself a better angle.  All the while Emma made sure her right hand remained in the pleasurable spot she’d found for it.  She wanted nothing more then to begin eating like the shameless fatty Paul had turned her into, but she waited for his command like an obedient piggy.  He’d trained her well.

       “What can I say?  I just want you to grow a big fat ol’jiggly ass for me to smack around.”  Paul taunted, as he pulled his hand back and swiftly slapped it against Emma’s beefy butt cheeks.

       “Ahhh!!!”  Emma moaned in a surprised pleasure.  She hadn’t expected Paul to get so rough with her.  She reallyyyyy liked it.  It was just what she needed to push herself over the edge.  She could feel it coming on!

       “Now start eating pig!”  Paul ordered, while his piggy’s legs appeared to jiggle side to side and her breath grew quite erratic.  

       Emma’s butt stung so good from Paul’s firm slap.  It was all she could think about while her body was overcome with waves of pleasurable sensations.  She let out a few muffled moans despite her best attempts to conceal them.  While her body began to seize in the sweet joy of pent up release, she could feel Paul step forward and rest his crotch against her expanded ass.  Enjoying the contact, Emma felt another rush pulse through her, as Paul placed his hand in her hair and forced her to take a donut into her mouth.  She ate it without question even though her body could hardly let her take a breath while she convulsed in pleasure.

       “Don’t you dare stop eating.  I want you big and meaty for me to play with.”  Paul commanded, as his arms now wrapped around Emma’s waist and she felt Paul give her a tight squeeze.  She felt him pressing against her butt and her fingers worked as quickly as they could.

       “oooOHh..”  Emma burst.  She could hardly breathe, but the pressure Paul was producing was unlike anything she’d felt before. Flustered, horny and pleased by her soring climax, Emma eagerly used her tongue to wrestle another donut into her mouth.

       “Now tell me,” Paul growled, as his hands worked their way up from her belly to her large jugs and gave her a frisky squeeze, “who’s your boss?”

       “You’re my Boss!”  Emma obediently roared, as her legs began to feel numb and she friskily began to arc her butt up and down, “I’ll be your fat secretary plaything anytime you want!”

       “Hey.”  Paul grunted, while Emma’s plentiful booty began rubbing against the bulge in his pants in an upward and downward fashion.  It felt good.  Really good.  But Paul knew what would happen if he let her continue.  “What are you doing?”  

       “Anything you want me to do boss..”  Emma submissively hissed, as her pleasurable sensations quelled for the moment, but the horny lust for Paul’s attention remained.  She kept massaging Paul for a few more moments uninterrupted until she felt an odd buzzing sensation in Paul’s pants.

       “Hold on.”  Paul stopped Emma and backed away from her while he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, “Claire’s texting.”  

       “Tell her I say hi.  Now come on, let’s get back to it.”  Emma grunted feeling very annoyed Paul was pulling this amateur bullshit right now.

       “You can tell her yourself,” Paul countered sounding dejected, “She’s on her way over.”

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       “Fuck!  Why?  Wasn’t she going to hang out with her friends tonight?”  Emma growled, as she leaned over and sat back down in her chair for a rest.

       “She’s drunk.  And bored, I think.”  Paul explained, while his eyes remained glued to his phone, “She wants to watch a movie.”

       “Her dancing buddies must not be there.”  Emma groaned in annoyance.

       “Dance buddies?”  Paul tilted his head, as he sat next to Emma at the table in a comparable dejection.

       “Umm..  You know the friends she dances with.”  Emma explained.

       “Oh.  I thought you meant guys.”  Paul nearly laughed off his suspicions.

       “Well there is one guy in their group.”  Emma noted, while she observed Paul’s relief turn to concern.

       “Who?”  Paul eagerly questioned.  He was an odd mix of aroused from what he’d just been doing with Emma and suspicious of what Claire did in the large amounts of time she spent away from him.

       “I don’t know his name.  Looks like a gym rat.”  Emma hummed, while she tried to remember what he looked like back when she’d first ran into Alana again.

       “You’ve seen Claire dance with him?  Like one on one?”  Paul wanted her to clarify.

       “Umm, like once I think, why?”  Emma responded inquisitively.  Why was Paul so hung up on this?

       “Would you dance with a guy who wasn’t your boyfriend?”  Paul put it to her straight.

       “If it was a friend yeah.”  Emma replied, as she suddenly understood what was going on, “Oh-my-god..  You’re totally jealous.”

       “I’m not jealous.  It’s just not something I would do if the situation were reversed.”  Paul explained, while he crossed his arms.  Emma doubted that.

       “If I made you dance with me during roleplaying, would you?”  Emma asked rather poignantly.

       “Umm..”  Paul quietly answered truthfully, “I guess.”

       “Then chill out.  She hasn’t done anything worse than you’ve done.”  Emma explained, while Paul nodded.

       “Okay.  I see your point.”  Paul shrugged off his concerns for now.

       “Good.  Now let’s hurry up and finish.”  Emma urged Paul, as she stood up and shook her stuffed belly for Paul to enjoy.  She could see that he was still just as aroused as she was.  She’d feel a bit disappointed if he didn’t get to enjoy himself more fully.

       “What are you talking about?  She’s coming over, we’ve got to clean this place up.”  Paul shook his head despite his body telling him to continue his playtime with Emma.

       “Paul.  We are both a little too horny for her to come over right now.”  Emma reminded him, as she eyed his pants.  “Let’s take care of things quickly and then clean this place up.”

       “Can you get a grip?  This isn’t a joke.”  Paul dismissed her stare and stood up as well.  Emma looked annoyed, but it seemed she understood where Paul was coming from.

       “Fine.  But you owe me.”  Emma sighed more than a little mad her sister had ruined her fun with Paul yet again.  If she could just get a full day alone with Paul without her needy sister spoiling everything..

       “What do I owe you for?  Tonight was supposed to be my fantasy.”  Paul reminded her, while Emma shook her chubby head as if she didn’t care.

       “And next week is going to be my fantasy and you don’t get a choice to veto it.”  Emma demanded, as Paul gave in.  He didn’t have time for a debate.

       “Okay, whatever.  Just help me clean up.”  Paul urged, as the duo got to making the apartment presentable for the girlfriend’s return.

       They started by putting away the food and cleaning off the table.  Once the room looked normal, Emma waddled back to her room to change into something less conspicuous and Paul hurried to his room to do the same.  Paul almost wished he’d heeded Emma’s suggestion earlier and let the scenario continue a little longer, just enough so he could get some satisfaction too.  As he threw on sweatpants and a sweater he liked, he had to admit that he was craving more excitement.

       Across the hallway in Emma’s room, she was feeling the same way.  Stuffed silly and horny for more, Emma tried to clothe herself in something decent, but her belly had bloated to the point that everything she owned looked far too tight on her.  For her top, she settled for a stretchy shirt that was long enough to cover her waist, but also showed off a bit of cleavage.  For her lower body, she chose a pretty massive pair of jeans that almost fit, save for the waistband which she was unable to button despite some serious effort.  Emma had to be carefully dressing herself now, it almost always led to her getting turned on since she kept outgrowing everything.

       Joining each other on the couch, Paul and Emma turned on the TV and got comfortable as they waited.  Emma was able to convince Paul to give her a belly rub in the meantime.  The lovely massage lasted for about ten minutes because that was about when they both heard the excited footsteps of Claire rushing up the stairs.  They hardly had a moment to separate themselves before the excited girlfriend burst through the front door.

       “Hey babe!!!”  Claire chirped, as she tossed what appeared to be a pizza box on the coffee table and rushed next to Paul on the couch to give him a tipsy hug.

       “Hey honey!”  Paul responded trying to sound as enthusiastic for Claire has he had felt with Emma.

       “Hey sis!”  Claire bubbly burst, as she poked her head over Paul’s chest and got a look at her large older sister.  She was used to the image of Emma looking massive and fat, but even so, she was never ready for seeing the girth her once lean sister had acquired.  She practically took up half the couch.

       “Sup Claire-bear.”  Emma nodded her head, while her eyes darted to the pizza she was smelling on the coffee table.  Even though she felt nearly sick to the stomach from all the food she’d eaten, she still wanted more.  Was that normal?  Had she always been that way?  When had her brain lost the filter telling her enough was enough?  The greedy thought was enough to silently reignite Emma’s perverse imagination.

       “How are you feeling?”  Paul asked his girlfriend, while he lamented how light she felt in his arms.  She was probably closing in on 140 pounds now give or take five pounds..

       “Sooo good.”  Claire smiled, as Paul could tell from the look in her eyes that she was stupid drunk.  As if to prove his point Claire burst, “I brought pizza!”

       “I can see that.”  Paul replied, while he looked at the domino’s box on the coffee table, “I thought pizza wasn’t allowed with your diet?”

       “I only wanted one piece.”  Claire blushed guiltily, as she patted Paul’s stomach and more happily exclaimed, “You can have the rest!”

       “Can I have some?”  Emma interrupted, while Claire shot her sister an uncharacteristically sour look.

       “Weren’t you going to meet up with Alana or something?”  Paul winked, as he tried to send Emma the hint that she should leave them alone.  He immediately regretted trying to sent Emma away because he could see from the look on her face that she was not pleased.

       “She’s busy with her bf, so can I third wheel with you two?”  Emma asked the two of them with a noticeably lonely overtone.

       “Umm..”  Paul hesitated, as Claire tugged at his neck.

       “I wanteed to make out.”  Claire whispered in her lover’s ear with an insistence she’d only be able to convey that well when she was drunk.

       “We kinda wanted a little privacy.”  Paul responded to Emma, as some romantic time with Claire seemed like just the thing he needed to ease the unresolved tension he felt from ending things with Emma prematurely.  Emma did not appear to take his response well.

       “Hey Claire,” Emma barked in a callous tone, while she shot Paul a threatening stare, “Did you know Paul has a secret?”

       “Emma!”  Paul bit his tongue!  Was she crazy??  His heart nearly popped out of his chest from his fear of what would happen if Claire learned the truth, he managed to bark a serious, “Stop!”

       “No!  What’s the secret??”  Claire inquired innocently, as Emma didn’t break her eye contact with Paul for a second.  Was she playing chicken or something??

       “Emma can I talk to you privately for a moment!?”  Paul desperately managed to ask, as Claire nearly climbed over him to look in his eyes.

       “Paul!  What’s the secret?!”  Claire insisted, while Paul tried to look at Emma for mercy but didn’t see any in her eyes.  Turning back to Claire, he lied.

       “There is no secret.”  Paul responded in a shaky fashion, while his heart beat out of control.

       “Paul thinks Laura’s a lesbian!”  Emma burst, as Paul felt a sensational relief overcome him.  Emma was smirking at him something fierce.  She’d just pranked him.  Or was this a subtle threat?  Either way, thank god!

       “What??”  Claire tilted her head in confusion.

       “I don’t think she’s a lesbian, but I did ask if she was a lesbian.  Emma’s embellishing.”  Paul tried to clarify, while Claire almost looked offended.

       “Laura’s just shy around guy’s, she’s not a lesbian.”  Claire explained in a know-it-all kind of way before pausing.  Her eyes tilted to the top left of the ceiling and after a moment of thought, her jaw dropped and she gasped to Emma, “Oh-my-god is Laura a lesbian?”

       “Hahaha!  Look what you’ve done Paul, is this what you wanted??”  Emma chuckled, as Claire looked frantic and Paul was just happy Emma appeared somewhat rational.

       “Seriously!  Did Laura tell you something?”  Claire demanded, while Emma shook her head.

       “No, she didn’t tell me anything.  I think she’s just shy too.”  Emma assured her sister, as she turned to Paul with a challenging expression, “So, can I join you two tonight?”  

       “Sure, it will be fun.”  Paul quickly agreed not wanting to risk Emma’s temper again.  He’d address this incident later when Claire wasn’t around.

       “But Paulllll, I wanted to make out.”  Claire wined, as she plopped next to Paul and crossed her arms.

       “After the movie.”  Paul promised, while Claire seemed to accept his decision.


Two hours later..


       While his girlfriend silently slept against his right shoulder, his feedee sat to his left and eagerly took gulp after gulp of a truly gargantuan weight gain shake.  She’d prepared it herself after Claire had nodded off to sleep and started cutely snoozing.  The poor little gym rat was clearly exhausted from her studies, her exercise and her night drinking.

       Paul was careful as he continued to raise the base of the shake higher and higher so the mixture of mass powder, ice cream, heavy cream, and sugar could slide more easily into his feedee’s mouth.  The last thing Paul wanted was to do was to wake Claire.  Of all the risky things Paul and Emma had done on their secretive quest to selfishly indulge their mutually taboo desires, Paul realized this action took the cake.

       Anything that motivated her to eat beyond her limits was something Paul had become increasingly okay with since the first time Emma had masturbated in front of him nearly two months ago in the upstairs bathroom of her parent’s house.  As she managed to finish the shake, Paul set down the container quietly.  While he had eaten most of the pizza Claire had brought over, Emma ate her fair share.  Paul was truly impressed with Emma’s appetite.  He actually wasn’t sure which had grown more, Emma’s waistline or her lust for food.

       Muffling a burp, Emma quietly unzipped her already unbuttoned jeans and lifted up her shirt for Paul so get a good look at her belly.  She was proud of its size.  She seriously couldn’t stand up if she wanted to.  For the first time in her life she’d eaten that much.  And it really excited her.

       Paul watched Emma’s free hand creep its way down the front of her unzipped jeans.  Any thoughts of denying her the satisfying release of a climax to alleviate her painfully aroused state were pushed to the back of Paul mind.  Frankly, he liked watching Emma pleasure herself after a stuffing.  It was the cherry on top of their naughty little feederism friendship.  

       Whispering seductively to Paul, Emma squeaked, “You want this belly all to yourself, don’t you?”

       “Just be quiet, we might wake Claire.”  Paul cautioned her, as he felt Claire breathing softly on his shoulder.

       “You did MAKE my belly this fat, the least you could do is take responsibility and touch it.”  Emma quietly insisted.  She didn’t need to tell Paul twice.  His hand was on her quite fast for someone concerned about waking his sleeping girlfriend.  He knew just how to touch her belly to make her hormones go wild.

       “Atta’girl” Paul ushered Emma on, as she bit her lip from the chills she was beginning to feel.  Something about the risk of doing this in front of Claire made Emma far more sensitive to her fingers well-rehearsed dance.

       “AHHH holy shit..”  Emma grunted, as she tensed up and tried to remain quiet.  Paul’s hand hurriedly muffled her mouth while she let out another little hick-up of excitement.  Her hands released the floodgates and the pleasing sensations once again engulfed Emma’s body.

       While Emma jittered in place and her eyes rolled to the back of her head in the immense pleasure of it all, Paul felt movement from his right side.  Emma’s eyes opened wide with fear, as did Paul’s.  They silently watched Claire groggily readjust herself from Paul’s shoulder to his lap, while Emma shook.  Seemingly unaware of what was going on, Claire appeared to still be asleep.  Paul let out a sigh of relief he watched Emma’s body begin to settle down.

       “That’s enough fun for one night.”  Paul whispered, as Emma nodded nearly out of breath.

       “Carry sleepy head to bed.  I’m not going to be able to get off this couch till morning..”  Emma proudly proclaimed with a soft pat to her massively bloated belly.

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 Despite all the close calls, the thought never occurred to Emma or Paul to stop.  What they were doing had become far too rewarding for that.  They’d tentatively scheduled their next little roleplay session to take place in a week’s time, but five days after the secretary inspired fantasy, an opportunity presented itself.  

       Inclement weather and a rather severe snowstorm had rolled in.  Since Claire had told Paul she was staying on campus, once the snow fell, Emma knew that they wouldn’t have to worry about her interrupting.  There had been time to prepare.  And Emma had been rather specific about what Paul should prepare for.

       A few weeks ago, the first time Paul had spoken up to Emma about a fantasy he’d had of her, the idea had just been a wry little thought.  He’d wondered out loud after a feeding session if she was too fat to fit under her bed.  Catching on to the allure of the situation, Emma waddled to her room and let Paul watch as she failed to squeeze her girthy gut and chunky buns under the bed.  Paul enjoyed watching her struggle, she enjoyed Paul’s teasing comments about her reduced physical prowess and his hands groping her belly, love handles and, at her request, her butt.

       The scenario had been different.  Both found it exciting.  And together, after Emma convinced him, they resolved to give roleplaying a serious try.  Since that time, they’d explored numerous feeding scenarios together.  

       One time, Emma’s character had been a professional athlete who was just returning to training after a long injury and Paul was her disappointed fitness trainer.  Emma loved the shame Paul threw her way over how much she’d let herself go.  When he told her that her reckless gluttony would ruin the team’s hopes of a championship that year, Emma nearly fainted from how horny Paul made her feel.  While neither of them was good at acting, the experience was intoxicatingly exciting.  

       Another time, Paul’s character was a closeted FA and university professor while Emma was a freshman student who’d learned his secret and was trying to seduce him by fattening herself up in order to raise her grade.  Paul largely spent most of the roleplaying session in his ‘office’ while Emma gorged herself on food and made him watch.  Paul told her what to eat in order to improve her grade and Emma obeyed every word.

       Paul was pretty sure Emma had imagined the college scenario and he’d been responsible for the ex-athlete one, but his memory couldn’t be sure.  Frankly he enjoyed Emma’s scenarios just as much, if not more than he enjoyed the ones he came up with.  Their imaginations really meshed in a way that he never could have expected.

       However, while they were often on the same page, this time felt different.  Normally Emma was very detailed about what she wanted from Paul, yet the set up she gave him for their snowed-in roleplaying session had been quite vague.  She wanted him to bring a funnel and enough different weight-gain shakes to keep her taste buds surprised.  Emma explained she wanted Paul to pretend to be her husband who was returning home after a few years spent fighting a war as a soldier.  She was an obedient wife who vowed do anything in her power to bring him pleasure.  Before Paul’s character had gone off to war, he’d told her about his desire for her to grow immensely fat and helpless for his return.  In his absence Emma had grown to her current size, but, now that he was home for good, Emma wanted to celebrate.

       That’s where Emma refused to provide him any other information about the scenario.  She simply told him to enter her room at precisely 6PM and not a second earlier.  So once Paul had crafted the shakeshe intended to feed her, he waited outside her door.

       It was a little odd, he tried to listen in and hear what Emma was up to, but there was no sound.  She wasn’t getting dressed or anything, she wasn’t listening to music..  What the hell was she doing?  Paul looked at the time impatiently.

*5:58*

       Fuck it.  Close enough.  Paul was eager to see what Emma had in store for him and by golly was he not disappointed.  Upon opening the door, Paul’s attention was drawn to Emma’s inflated body lying nearly naked on her bed.  She did have some panties on, but that was it.  She’d bound herself to her bed with some soft looking leather straps that restrained her ankles and her wrists.  The restraints clearly were anchored to the four legs of the bed, which produced the effect of spreading her chunky legs as well as her chubby arms.  She was a sitting duck.

       As Paul approached and she listened to his footsteps, he noticed she was wearing a choker around her neck, a gag in her mouth and a blindfold across her eyes.  The scenario hadn’t even started and already Paul was lost in a lust of kinky imagination.  He set a tray of shakes upon Emma’s nightstand and removed the gag from her mouth but left the choker and blindfold in place.

       “Howdy soldier.”  Emma purred, as a blistering smile escaped from her luscious lips.

       “Howdy, my big shameless glutton.”  Paul hummed in return.  He was going to enjoy this.  Very much.  Trying to imagine Emma as the wife he hadn’t seen in a great amount of time, Paul sensitively spoke, “I’ve missed you.”

       “I’ve missed you too soldier.  Like what you see?”  Emma smiled, while she struggled against her restraints for a moment.  Paul watched her belly and breasts jiggle relentlessly in response.

       “It’s not a bad start.”  Paul commented in a tame tone before grabbing the funnel, “Open wide.”

       Emma didn’t talk, she just opened her mouth like Paul commanded.  He placed the tube gently into her mouth and grabbed the shake from her nightstand.  This was the first of six he’d prepared for Emma.  He didn’t think she could suck them all down, but she’d surprised him before.

       “I hope you’re ready.”  Paul warmly hissed, as his tone grew far more threatening, “I’m going to stuff your stomach so much even your intestines are gonna get clogged with food.”

       He poured the shake into the funnel and watched it slowly seep toward Emma’s eagerly awaiting mouth.  Once she started sucking down the shake, Paul’s hand began to explore her exposed belly.  She wasn’t full yet, her fat felt incredibly soft to the touch.

       “I want your tummy to bulge with more fat.  I want your belly so full it hurts to move.”  Paul declared to Emma, as she hummed in agreement and did her duty.  She loudly gulped away at the shake until she’d drained it dry.  Paul didn’t talk too much to encourage her.  He was letting his ideas fester.  He’d unleash them on Emma when he was ready.

       After a brief bit of belly play, Paul got around to giving Emma the second shake.  This time his hands played with Emma’s inflated jugs.  He could tell she especially liked it when he glided his hands over her nipples.  It was amusing, even her nipples looked chunky.

       “Now that I’m home, I’ll never let your stomach be empty again.”  Paul spoke, while Emma listened with grave interest.  Paul was playing this exactly how she’d wanted.

       “Give me more..  Make me huge!”  Emma mumbled even though the tube was still in her mouth.  For her attempt to speak, Paul lightly slapped the side of Emma’s belly.

       “Say no more, my fat piggy.”  Paul ordered, as he softly rubbed the little red mark he’d left on Emma’s flesh, “I can’t get over how much you love being fed.  You really can’t get enough of me forcing delicious treats passed your plump lips, can you?”

       Emma didn’t respond.  She knew it was a trap, she merely nodded her head so Paul would know she agreed.

       “Such a fat pig.”  Paul chastised, as he dumped the last of the second shake into Emma’s funnel.  She was going through these shakes remarkably fast.  Was it possible she’d finish them all?  Ever last drop?  He didn’t know, but he wanted to make sure he helped Emma on her way.

       He kept up the same rhythm for the third and even the fourth shake, but by that point it was clear Emma would need a small break.  She was human after all.  Her breath sounded taxed.  The last bit of the fourth shake had taken her a much longer time to swallow.  Deciding to give Emma a moment to let her stomach settle, Paul thought of some words to encourage his obedient feedee.

       “I originally wanted you to get fat so nobody else would try and steal you while I was away.  I had half a mind to tell you to lose weight when I got back, but seeing you now..  I can’t wait to smack and pinch every inch of flab you’ve gained to prove your loyalty to me.  I hope I make you blush and squirm with embarrassment.  You really should be ashamed of what you’ve done to your body.  You’ve made yourself so fat and helpless.”  Paul chastised, while he crawled to the lower part of the bed.  

       Emma didn’t respond.  She knew that if she did, she’d receive a little punishment from Paul.  While she liked the roughhousing, her belly was too full at the moment to risk it.

       “I want you so fat that you always complain about having to climb stairs.  I want your doughy belly to grow so big you can’t help but waddle.  I want that ass to swell even thicker with lumpy cellulite.  I want simple acts of moving around to become more difficult for you.”  Paul spoke in a tone that Emma found irresistible.  To top it all off, once he finished talking, Paul’s lips wrapped themselves around some of the fat across her belly.  She could feel him sucking against her skin, leaving the hickey she’d requested so many times before.

       “Nnngh..”  Emma squealed reluctantly.  She was trying her best to stay quiet, but this just felt too good to be true.

       “You like that?  Hm, you’ll like it even more when you’re pushing four hundred pounds.”  Paul taunted, as he nibbled on the chunky fat of Emma’s lower belly.  Feeling Paul’s teeth gently sink into her was too much.  Emma couldn’t hold back a moan of excitement.

       She feared Paul’s response for her inability to stay quiet, but no punishment ever came.  Instead, she was rewarded with another hickey across her full feeling belly.  Emma let her gratitude be known.  Paul could tell from her breathing that she was in heaven.  He dedicated a full ten minutes to licking, nibbling, and sucking on Emma’s belly.  He’d marked her damn well all over with hickeys.  He couldn’t wait for her to get a look of herself in the mirror.  She was going to positively lose it, if she hadn’t already.

       Figuring that enough time had gone by, Paul stuffed the funnel back into Emma’s mouth and fed her the fifth shake.  Her belly was really bloating now.  He had a few ideas of things he wanted to try now that Emma was so helplessly full.

       “I’m going to enjoy watching your ass grow so big that it gets stuck in doorways.. Chairs.. even cars.  That’s going to take some time though.  Till then, I’ll just keep feeding you and stuffing you until I’m satisfied.”  Paul spoke, as Emma whimpered something he didn’t want to hear.

       “…Tea cup..”

       “What?  Do you have to go to the bathroom?”  Paul asked a bit insistently.

       “I’m cold.  Could you warm me up?”  Emma requested.  She still had her blindfold on so she couldn’t see him.  It was a little drafty in Emma’s room and the shakes were cold.  Paul could tell from Emma’s hard nipples that she was telling the truth.

       “Do you want a blanket or something?”  Paul offered, as Emma shook her head.

       “Your body’s warmer than a blanket.”  Emma suggested, while Paul smiled.  She couldn’t have known he wanted to lay on top of her.  This was just another example of them being on the same wavelength.

       “Say no more.”  Paul smiled.  He grabbed a small container of chocolate icing he’d been saving for this exact occasion before he got back on the bed and crawled between Emma’s legs.  Before he got on top of her and acted as a human blanket, he lifted up the fold of lower belly fat which blocked his view of her panties.  The white panties Emma had chosen to wear were soaked.  He must have turned her on something fierce.  Paul stopped hesitating and assumed his place on top of his feedee.

       She let out a gasp as she felt his weight bearing down on top of her belly.  He was a lot heavier than she expected, but the pressure felt good.  It hurt a little bit, but it felt good having Paul’s skin press against hers.  Wait.  Had his shirt been off the whole time?  She almost wished she wasn’t wearing the blindfold, but her lack of eyesight during the session seemed to make everything else she was experiencing that much more sensitive.

       “Ooh?”  Emma gasped, as she felt a part of Paul poke her in the one place she wished she could touch right now.  He was wearing boxers and she was wearing panties, but she could feel it pressing against her anyway.  It felt really good.  She wanted more..  no..  She NEEDED more.

       “Something wrong?”  Paul asked, while he lay on top of his short and plump feedee.  He felt what she was feeling but didn’t want to adjust himself.  He was in the perfect position to finger feed Emma chocolate icing, and besides, the contact felt good.

       “Mhh, no soldier.”  Emma quietly gasped, as she started slowly arching her pelvis up and down.  Forcing the part of Paul that she was focused on to rub her in just the right place and in just the right way.

       Before she could spare a second thought about what she was going, Paul thrust his chocolate icing covered finger into her mouth and Emma used her tongue to lick him dry.  Paul tasted the icing himself moments later when he fingered himself a small gob of the stuff.  It was rich, it was sugary, it would do the job.

       “I want you so fat that you will struggle to even roll over.”  Paul declared, while he dipped his finger into the icing and then forced more into Emma’s mouth.

       She’d leaned forward and met his finger halfway.  She was horny for the food and growing far more desperate for it!  Paul chalked up this development to the pleasurable rubbing they were doing against his boxers and her panties.  It was driving Emma simply crazy.  He loved it!

       “I want to listen to the sound of your fat rolls slapping against each other when you foolishly try to move around.”  Paul declared, while he dug more icing and taunted Emma by holding his finger just out of reach of her mouth.  She’d try to lean upward to feast on the sweet chocolaty taste, but he’d pull it away at the last second until he was ready to really give it to her.

       “You like that?”  Paul asked, as Emma panted relentlessly.

       “I like that soldier!”  Emma nearly moaned, while she forced herself to ignore how heavy and exhausted, she was.  She was close now.  So close.  She wiggled her pelvis up and down like she never had before.  Her fat body was jiggling all over the place.  Seeing her need, Paul helped out with a bit of a forceful press which sent Emma, and himself, over the edge.

       Gasping for breath in unison, Paul felt Emma quake beneath him, as she let out an animalistic yelp of joy.  He couldn’t hold himself up with his arms, so he fell upon her.  He couldn’t hold back his own primal satisfaction and he allowed himself to dry hump Emma until his body had finished its mission.

       Regaining some sense, Paul tried to stay in character, he wanted to give Emma one last thrill before she stopped shaking, “Your body’s going to be so bloated you’ll never want to move again.  You’re my wife, but I’m going to make you my pet.”

       “AhhH!  I love you!”  Emma gasped, as his words sent shockwaves pulsing throughout her chunky body.

       “Ayyhhh!”  Emma grunted, while she leaned upward and planted her lips upon Paul’s with a primal, “Mhhh!”

       There was a moment.  Where, lost in each other’s crazy imaginations, soldier and wife passionately traded spit.  However, both soon realized far too late that they were not in fact soldier and wife.  They were Paul and Emma.

       “Tea cup..”  Paul muttered, as he pushed himself off Emma in sheer horror.

       “I don’t know how that happened!”  Emma insisted, while Paul took off her blindfold and removed her choker.

       “You kissed me.”  Paul said in disbelief.  He wasn’t mad at Emma, but he felt a profound shame in himself.

       “We kissed each other.  I wasn’t the one who started with the tongue.”  Emma defended herself, while she looked just as guilty as Paul did.

       “This is bad.  We should not have done that.”  Paul shook his head.  He was hardly able to look at his feedee in the eyes.

       “We were in character.  It’s okay.”  Emma tried to reassure him, and possible reassure herself.

       “It’s not okay!”  Paul muttered.  His voice was sounding strained.  He felt like he was starting to get a headache.

       “I thought I smelled frosting, but I hit your lips, I’m sorry.  This one’s on me.  I wasn’t thinking straight.”  Emma tried to ease Paul’s worries.  She could see that he was hurting on the inside.

       “We were dry humping.”  Paul pouted guilty with himself and his actions.

       “We weren’t having sex though.”  Emma tried to ease the truth.

       “We kissed.”  Paul recalled reluctantly.  And it had been a fucking amazing kiss..

       “Actors and actresses kiss all the time!”  Emma countered with some emphasis on the word ‘actors.’

       “Emma!  What we just did was crossing the line!”   Paul loudly voiced to her.  He was ashamed of himself, but he was getting angry Emma was trying to dismiss what had happened.

       “Don’t make this a bigger deal than it has to be.  We won’t let this happen again.”  Emma promised in a desperate tone.  She didn’t want to lose her feeder, but she truly believed that they’d both gotten carried away.  They wouldn’t let it happen again.

       “I don’t know if I can believe that.”  Paul shook his head, as his gaze rested on Emma.  He looked very sad.

       “Look, what’s important is that I don’t have feelings for you, and you don’t have feelings for me.”  Emma clarified for him, “It’s not cheating unless the intention to cheat is there.”

       “I can’t be your feeder anymore.”  Paul burst, as Emma’s face revealed the shock his words caused her.

       “Paul!  This was all a huge accident!”  Emma whined, as Paul got up from the bed and hurried out of the room.

       “Come back!”  Emma called after him, but there was no sound.

       “Paul!”  Emma begged, as she felt her hopes dropping, “At least untie me!”

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I’ve been on the edge of my seat throughout the last several chapters! The fact that they seem to always be seconds away from getting caught and yet keep pushing their luck makes for a very intense story. Also I absolutely love Emma. Her jealousy, her hedonism, her attitude, it’s all fantastic. Can’t wait to see how much bigger she gets. Eagerly awaiting the next chapter!  

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Chapter 9- Guilty Pleasure


       “Babe,” Claire began in a concerned tone, as Paul subtly reacted to her voice.  His eyes, which had appeared more than a little distant, had turned their attention toward her with a resigned stare.  They didn’t look eager, but it was clear his eyes were now attentively awaiting what she had to say.  

       She’d broken the silence that had enveloped them since they’d sat down for some grub at the food court.  She’d spent nearly the entire afternoon shopping with Paul, and yet, somehow it felt like she’d been on her own all day.  The fact that they’d eaten for 10 minutes without trading so much as a word or two was evidence of that.  Something felt awry.  She’d felt this fear before, every time the silence grew between her and Paul.  She couldn’t be silent any longer.  Mustering her courage, Claire asked with concern, “What’s wrong?  You seem out of it.”  

       “Huh?  Umm, I don’t know.”  Paul shook his head.  His eyes darted to the floor.  Wanting to buy some time for his response, Paul dunked his last chicken nugget into some ketchup and brought it to his mouth.  He slowly chewed.  Claire seemed unhappy, and frankly he was unhappy too.  She’d been stubbornly set on having him join her at the mall for a celebratory shopping spree.  She’d hit her goal weight.  His girlfriend’s body had tightened, leaned and firmed into a 135-pound shadow of its former plump glory.  She was celebrating, while he felt like holding a funeral for his hopes and dreams.

       She’d been trying on dozens of outfits in every store, showing off her success and rubbing in just how much she’d lost.  She’d shed weight like a dog sheds fur.  However, in doing so their relationship had lost something too.  The spark was missing.  And so was the excitement that went along with an intense physical attraction.  Paul still thought Claire was a beautiful person, but she didn’t inspire his sex drive like she once had.  Emotionally, she was his perfect match, but physically, his body longed for the forbidden fruit that was Claire’s obese older sister.  

       That’s what was wrong in his mind.  In his heart, he wanted what was best for Claire.  He wanted to see her thriving and happy in every possible way, but deep down he knew he couldn’t deliver on everything she wanted from him anymore.  In the roughly five weeks since he’d walked away from his bond with Emma, it had been rough for him to satisfy Claire for a multitude of reasons.  

       His desire for her had been waning in a sexual sense and Paul knew it was because of her sudden loss of weight.  He’d always been supportive of her weight loss efforts, because it was what she wanted, but he couldn’t help feeling like she’d gone too far.  She’d gotten so comfortable equating weight loss with happiness, a measure of her success, that somewhere along the way he felt she’d lost sight of what was truly important.

       Health was one thing, vanity was another.  When he looked at her now, it was difficult to see the girl that had so captured his heart.  Maybe she was still there, underneath the lean abs and revealing attire, maybe she wasn’t.  In Paul’s mind, he replayed the last words Emma had spoken two him nearly two weeks ago.  She was sitting at the kitchen table stuffing her face with dessert when he’d walked by and she’d cooed after a belch: ‘Missing your daily dose of fat piggy yet?’

       She probably knew from the look he’d given her that he did indeed miss their time together.  Yet he hadn’t allowed himself to say anything.  In truth, the whole situation had him heartbroken.  Depressed even.  Emma had been such a light in his life that ever since he’d forced her out of the picture everything else just seemed dark and joyless.  Ever since he’d ended their..  whatever it was they shared..  He’d lost more than his feedee, he felt like he lost a part of himself.

       It made him happy when Emma would try and get his attention, but her overtures had largely stopped over the last two weeks.  Maybe she’d finally given up.  Paul should have been happy that Emma was finally moving on, but he was actually terrified of losing the option of reigniting their deviant endeavor.

       Paul swallowed what remained of his last chicken nugget.  He’d taken a lot of time chewing and Claire was still looking at him waiting for an answer.  She wanted to know why he was acting so depressed.  He’d have to tell her something.. Looking up from his empty plate, Paul explained, “I’ve just been in a funk.”

       “Did you get enough to eat?  You can finish mine.  I’m full anyway.”  Claire worriedly offered, as she motioned to her half-eaten chicken fries.  She’d given him the choice of food for their late lunch, he’d picked a fast food spot hoping beyond hope that Claire would fall in love with the easy calories, but even with her guard down, she hardly ate anything.

       “Sure.”  Paul shrugged, while Claire pushed her plate across the table to him.  She watched, while he scraped the contents of her meal onto his plate.  She took a sip of her water, as he began to munch away at her food.  It was a little sad.  He seemed far more content eating her food than actually talking to her.

       “What’s wrong?”  Claire insisted, while she pouted slightly.  Paul swallowed and then shook his head.

       “Nothing.”  Paul tried to assure her, as he plopped another salty fry into his mouth.

       “Are we okay?”  Claire softly murmured in a worried tone.  It almost looked like tears were forming in her eyes.  

       “Yeah, why?”  Paul responded wishing that the uncomfortable feeling in his gut would subside.

       “I feel like..  I don’t know..  I know I’m here with you right now, but it feels like you’re somewhere else.  It always feels like your mind is somewhere else when we hang out.”  Claire voiced pushing past the discomfort in her throat, “What are you thinking about?”

       Emma.  That was the truth.  But he couldn’t say that.  He could never say that.  He had to think of something else..  Taking a breath, Paul decided that it was safe to perhaps reveal some truth, “I’m sorry honey..  I’m just stressed about my job.  I’m not sure I can make being a full-time artist work.  I’ve been thinking of maybe getting my bartender job back.”

       “Babe,” Claire started, as Paul watched a warm energy radiate out from his girlfriend while she leaned across the table and placed her hand supportively on his, “you can’t give up on your dreams!  You gotta keep at it.”

       “I don’t know.  Feels like I just keep striking out.”  Paul admitted.  His distress with the whole Emma situation had zapped his creative energy.

       “Striking out is fine, swinging and missing are part of the game.”  Claire urged, while she kept with her little metaphor, “You’ll never hit a homerun if you don’t swing.”

       “You’re right.”  Paul nodded feeling a little better.  Claire’s support felt nice.  It had been so long since he’d actually talked to Claire about any of this, he’d forgot what her support felt like.

        “Paul?”  Claire tilted her head, while she inquired, “Is that why you don’t complement me like you used to?  You’re stressed about work?”

       “I..  uggh..  Yeah.  I guess.”  Paul lied.  That was certainly a better excuse than the truth.

       “Because you used to always tell me I was beautiful.. and now you don’t.”  Claire sensitively hummed, as she admitted, “The only reason I dragged you to the mall was because I wanted to hear you say it.  I showed off so many outfits for you, but you never said it..”

       “Claire..  Listen..”  Paul stuttered.

       “I just think it’s weird because I’ve never been in better shape than I am now..”  Claire vulnerability admitted, while a tear dropped down her cheek and she continued, “For the first time in my life I look in the mirror and I don’t feel self-conscious, but then I look at you and it’s like you don’t notice..  I don’t want to sound needy, but..”

       “You’re beautiful.  You’ve always been beautiful.  You’ll always be beautiful.  I’m sorry I haven’t been saying it more recently.”  Paul responded strongly to Claire’s emotional appeal, “I guess I said it more in the past because..  I felt I had to convince you that you were sexy.”

       “I mean..  I wasn’t that sexy..  I was really overweight..”  Claire blushed with embarrassment, while she wiped the tear from her cheek.

       “You weren’t that overweight..”  Paul instinctively disagreed.

       “None of my clothes fit me right..”  Claire remembered with disgust.

       “You looked good in tight clothes.”  Paul gently protested.

       “My ass was enormous.”  Claire countered with some force.

       “I loved it when you had more of an ass to grab.”  Paul loudly defended his attraction to the way Claire used to look without a second thought to what he was saying.

       Claire looked stunned by what he’d just said.

       “I mean I..”  Paul tried to recover, as the look of shock on Claire’s face sent feelings of worry down his spine.  Why the hell had he said that??  He should have just kept his mouth shut!

       “You think I’d be hotter if my butt was a little bigger?”  Claire raised an eyebrow, while her voice echoed an innocent tone.

       “Umm..  Yeah..”  Paul slowly admitted, as the side of his brain that he’d forced out of his consciousness for the last few weeks added a shrill, “A lot.”

       “I always knew you were an ass guy, but I didn’t know..”  Claire hesitantly began before briefly pausing.  It looked like she was thinking about something.  As her eyes returned to Paul’s she said a meek, “Okay.”

       “Okay?”  Paul wondered out loud.  He wanted to know what the hell she’d meant by that, but he wasn’t prepared in the moment to probe further.  She looked a little uncomfortable.  He had to tread carefully.  He’d probably said too much already.

       “I wish you’d said something about it sooner.  I could have stuck to a different workout regimen.  One with a lot more squats.”  Claire responded, as Paul began to see how Claire interpreted what he’d just said.  Continuing with a hint of seductiveness in her voice, Claire said, “I’ll talk to my trainer about starting a new routine.  Something more booty friendly.  Would you like that?”

       “Very much.”  Paul nodded.  It wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but it was something.  The tip of the iceberg really.  At the very least, it spared him having to riskily reveal his supreme preference for Claire to make heftier gains of beautiful blubber.  Maybe if he played his cards right and complemented what gains Claire did make in the ass department, he’d encourage her to let herself go again.  It would be a long-term plan, but it was something..

       Or..

       Maybe he was barking up the wrong tree entirely.  When he’d cut things off with Emma, he’d expected things with Claire to improve, but until just now, they really hadn’t.  Was it possible he’d made a mistake forcing Emma out of his daily routine?  Emma had certainly never left his thoughts in the time since the roleplaying incident.  He’d been appreciating her from afar the whole time, secretly wishing they could go back to the way things were.  In his head he was stuck in a conundrum, he knew he had an important choice to make but he wasn’t ready to make it yet.  Should he honor his heartfelt attachment to his longtime girlfriend with the obvious next step for their relationship?  Or should he allow himself to succumb to the forbidden temptation to willfully enable and enthusiastically fatten her older sister?

       Months ago, such a dilemma wouldn’t have garnered the slightest hesitation from Paul.  Yet now, he had to admit that he truly didn’t know what was best for his own personal fulfillment.  Maybe that was the wrong way to think about it.  Maybe he should be thinking about what would be best for Claire and Emma’s personal happiness.

       Whatever the right answer was, if there was such a thing in this situation, it was lost on Paul.  He certainly wasn’t going to figure things out today.  So instead of guiltily indulging his consequential muses, he tried to push on with his day as if nothing was bothering him.  Emphasis on ‘tried.’
 
       The remainder his lunch with Claire was relatively uneventful.  Claire seemed a bit more cheerful and Paul managed to wrestle his mind off Emma for a short length of time.  It would be ideal for him if Claire went the way of her older sister and drifted into luscious obesity, but that would take quite a lot of time.  Especially if he wasn’t able to get her on board eventually with being a feedee.  

       He’d long imagined confessing his secret to Claire.  Something akin to what had happened with Emma.  However, every time he thought about saying something he was at a lost for words.  Tongue tied.  He was so fearful of what Claire might think of him that he remained silent.  He didn’t want to lose her.  Even if things were not going as well as he wanted.

       Later that day, Paul and Claire returned to the apartment.  Paul was relieved that Emma had apparently locked herself in her room again.  She was a bit of a wildcard and the last thing he wanted was for Emma to get a little crazy and start mouthing off.  Although, in the back of his mind, he did want to see her.  He wanted to gauge what progress, if any, she’d been able to make on her weight without him.  At her size, it wasn’t going to be easy to gain as much as she could with a confident feeder motivating her.  Part of him wanted her to admit that she needed him.

       When his mind wasn’t on the topic of Emma, Paul and Claire decided on a quiet night by settling on some shows and a movie to enjoy together.  It had been a while since they’d cuddled alone on the couch.  Paul ordered some pizza and Claire decided to bake some cookies for the occasion.  

       Frankly, Paul was surprised Claire hadn’t brought up any objections with pizza, he was even more surprised she was willingly contributing cookies.  She used to love greedily munching away on warm cookies with a glass of milk while she watched TV.  He hoped their little awkward conversation earlier was the cause behind her refreshing behavior.

       It was when the pizza arrived, and Paul went downstairs to get it, that Emma finally emerged from her room.  Claire had just taken the cookies out of the oven and they were smelling fresh.  She wasn’t surprised to see her sister; it was the matter of what Emma was wearing that spiked Claire’s attention.

       “Where are you going sis?”  Claire curiously asked, as she observed the crop top and jean shorts combo her portly sister had chosen to wear.  Frankly, it was not a flattering outfit.  If anything, it drew attention to Emma’s most problemed areas.  Her meaty thighs, her pudgy arms, and bountifully fat gut were on display for the world to see.

       “I’m going out with Alana to get shitfaced and find someone that wants to fuck this sexy fat body…”  Emma boasted proudly, while her outgoing attitude threw Claire for a loop.  She was near speechless at what she’d just heard.  Was Emma drunk??  She had to be.  Why else would she be talking like that?  Her quiet suspicion was partially confirmed, while she observed her obese older sister open the fridge, bend over, and grab a can of beer to stuff into her purse.  While Emma did that, she took a notably loud sniff and turned to the cookies Claire had just finished baking, “Mmm, Those cookies look delicious!!  Can I have some?”  

       “Sorry sis, my homemade extra thicc delicious cookies are not for you. They're for Paul.  Aren’t you fat enough already?”  Claire countered, as she picked up the tray and moved it away from her greedy sibling.

       “Oh, come on, you little treacherous gym kitty!  I’m in the best shape of my life!”  Emma declared, as she took a threatening step toward Claire and tried to grab a cookie off the warm tray.

       “Wanna bet?”  Claire responded, as she shuffled her nimble feet and maneuvered just out of her sister’s reach.  Emma made two more quick attempts to snatch a cookie but failed to keep up with Claire each time.  It was evident that Emma had grown far to slow to win this little game.  As Emma took a moment to catch her breath, Claire claimed victory, “Best shape huh?  How about we go to the gym tomorrow?  See what you’re really made of.”

       “Thanks, but no thanks.”  Emma shook her head, as she stole a glance at her phone.  She was running late.  She’d wasted enough time here already.  Looking at Claire and smiling, Emma winked, “I’m looking for a different kind of exercise.”

       “Good luck with that.”  Claire grunted with a bit of disgust dripping off her tongue.

       “I know you don’t mean it, but thanks anyway Claire-bear.”  Emma waved, as she waddled her massive body out of the apartment.  She’d made it down a few steps before she realized Paul was walking up the steps with a pizza.  She only had a moment before they’d be face to face with one another.  It wasn’t like she could hide from him.  Instead, Emma decided to meet her problem head on, “Pizza?  For me?”

       “For Claire and I.”  Paul sighed, as Emma noticed he seemed a little out of breath.

       “Could you spare me a slice for the road?”  Emma sweetly asked, while she made deceptive eye contact with her former feeder, “You can feed it to me quick for old times’ sake.  I know you want to.”

       “I can’t do that.”  Paul firmly replied, yet his eyes were sending Emma mixed signals.

       “Worth a shot.  Oh well.  I won’t lose sleep over it.”  Emma grunted, as she bumped into Paul with her belly and trudged past him, “Have fun with your little fitness queen.  I’m going to find a guy who know how to appreciate a big girl when he sees her.”

       “Wait.”  Paul called to her, while she managed to halt her massive body and turn around, “You can have a slice of pizza if you want.  I just can’t feed it to you.”

       Emma didn’t respond with her words, instead she smiled and slowly walked back up the steps toward Paul.  Paul opened the pizza box for Emma to choose her slice.  However, instead of grabbing a cheesy slice of pizza, Emma closed the box and told Paul in a stern tone, “If you’re not going to feed it to me, I don’t want it.”

       “Are.. are you serious?”  Paul responded in disbelief.

       “Yeah I’m serious.”  Emma growled with a poke to Paul’s stomach, “Besides, you think one slice is enough to satisfy me?”

       “Definitely not.”  Paul gulped, as he could feel his heartbeat rising.  Being around Emma in any way, shape or form was just too much.  His body was conditioned to her methods.  Even if she wasn’t trying to turn him on..  she was doing a damn good job.

       “Damn right.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find someone else who’s man enough to help me satisfy this spoiled hog’s hunger.”  Emma declared, as she started down the steps again and didn’t look back for an instant.

       Paul counted his blessings that he was able to resist her.  God knew he wanted nothing more than to indulge that secret itch he had in his brain to feed and fatten her…


       After a rather talkative uber drive, Emma met up with Alana at a bar for some drinks and, more importantly, some dinner.  The wayward friends had actually bickered a bit earlier in the day about where they should meet up.  Alana wanted a bar that had a club atmosphere and some cheap drinks, while Emma wanted one that was a bit quieter with some good food.  In Emma’s opinion Alana had a fear of missing out, a fear of missing the party, a fear of missing a potential good time.  It wasn’t often Alana spent a night away from her boyfriend, and when she wasn’t with him, Emma knew Alana wanted to let loose.  

       Alana probably envisioned Emma as her drinking buddy, someone to keep her company and look after her while she got wasted.  Emma caught on to this pretty early on when they started hanging out after bumping into each other a few months ago.  Honestly, Emma was content being Alana’s drinking buddy because, once Alana got drinking, she turned into Emma’s eating buddy.

       Rather than go to a more college friendly bar, tonight they’d chosen one that had better reviews for their food.  Emma had gotten her way.  When they got seated toward the back of the bar, Emma ordered some cheap beer to begin the night and Alana sustained herself with a long island iced tea.  

       Emma intended to handle her frustrations regarding Paul by forcing herself to eat as much food as she could handle.  She ordered two large servings of macaroni and cheese, one as an appetizer that she shared with Alana and one as her meal, which she greedily horded to herself.  While Alana wasn’t exactly used to seeing such gluttonous displays from Emma, it had hardly been the first time she’d seen Emma stress eating.  Since the lackluster efforts of her most recent diet had caused her to add weight rather than lose it, Alana kept her judgments mostly to herself tonight.  Emma appreciated Alana’s company even if the girl came off as prickly sometimes.  She never thought in a million years that she’d actually get this close with her, but now that they were friends, it was nice.

       “Tinder isn’t working.”  Emma complained, while she gave up with her phone and rested it on the table.

       “Do you want me to redownload it for you?”  Alana offered, as she stopped licking what little barbeque sauce remained on the bone of the chicken wing she’d just eaten.

       “No.  I mean it works, but I’m not matching with anyone good.”  Emma grunted.  She welcomed a forkful of mac and cheese into her mouth the second she finished saying her thought.

       “I’m not surprised.  Guys on tinder are judgmental.  The only time it really worked well for me was when I was still skinny.  Want my advice?”  Alana tipsily spoke.  She seemed pretty genuine in her offering.  She’d been in a good mood all night.  Once she’d finished her fourth iced tea, she’d even transitioned from happy to downright cheerful.  Emma’s mood was far less joyful.  In fact, Alana’s glee only served to slightly annoy her.

       “What?  Should I be looking for boyfriend material in my backyard?”  Emma sarcastically responded with almost a hint of jealousy.  As she thought about it slightly more deeply, Emma figured that the only boy that might be a good match for her ‘in her backyard’ was probably Paul.

       “That was uncalled for.”  Alana mumbled, as her lips tipsily found her straw and she slurped what remained of her fifth alcoholic beverage into oblivion.

       “Calm down, I’m just joking.”  Emma tried to backpedal realizing she came off sounding meaner than she intended.

       “You should try a different app.”  Alana responded sounding bemused with Emma’s mood tonight, “Try bumble.”

       “I don’t know.”  Emma sighed, as she looked upon what was left of her mac and cheese and felt some regret she’d almost run out.

       “Either try a different app or..”  Alana paused for a split-second before finding herself unable to censor her next thought, “try losing some weight.”

       “Haha, I’d love to hear your advice on losing weight.”  Emma giggled, as she reached across the table and poked her portly friend in her expansive gut, “You’re clearly a pro.”

       “Shut up.”  Alana snarled, while her face blushed with embarrassment.  She knew she shouldn’t have brought up Emma’s weight.  It was practically an invite for Emma to jab her over her own.  Of the two girls’, Alana was still the taller and heavier of the two by a fair amount.  Emma had rapidly caught up with Paul’s help, but ever sense he’d stepped away, Emma had struggled to reach her goal of outweighing Alana.  Trying to justify her overeating, Alana explained, “I know I’m pigging out on bread tonight, but it’s like seriously so good.”

       “It’s the butter and the cheese on it.”  Emma nodded, as her hand leapt to the center of the table and grabbed the last roll.

       “I don’t even think it needs that.”  Alana mused, as she frowned and looked down upon her expansively soft body, “But I know I don’t need more carbs..  Ughhh..  Bye-bye beach body..”

       “Haha sister, both of our beach bodies left town a long time ago.”  Emma giggled, while she dipped the bread into her mac and cheese and then stuffed her face with it.  Funny enough, while chewing Emma pondered the fact that if things had gone differently in her life, she and Alana might have actually ended up as sisters-in-law someday.

       “True.  I feel so gross.”  Alana lamented, while she placed both of her lavishly manicured hands on her dome-like belly, “I’d give anything to be as skinny as I was in high school again.”

       “Even your boyfriend?”  Emma inquired, as she raised an eyebrow in curiosity.  Alana’s response was immediate.

       “No.  Absolutely not.”  Alana vehemently spoke, “I’d take dating him and being fat over being skinny and single any day of the week.”

       “That’s sweet.  I wish I had that in my life right now.”  Emma admitted.  She couldn’t help but think about Paul.  However, she was also curious about Alana’s relationship.  The burning question on her mind was if Trevor was a FA or a feeder or something like that.  She didn’t want to ask outright and out herself as a feedee, she had to gently transition the conversation somehow.  Thinking for a second, Emma continued, “What do you feel when you look at him?”

       “Are you ever so attracted to someone that you just groan internally every time you see them?  Like it’s physically painful how attractive they are?”  Alana explained, while it was evident to Emma that Alana might be drinking her drinks a little too fast, “That’s what I feel when I look at him.”

       “So he doesn’t care that you’ve..”  Emma tried to pick her next words carefully, “let yourself go?”

       “Huh?  Umm, he doesn’t mind I guess.  I think he’d prefer it if I was..  Umm..”  Alana stammered.  It was clear Alana was embarrassed about this.  She continued speaking, but much faster than before, “Honestly I’ve never really asked him.  I’m not sure I want to know the answer.  I don’t want to mess anything up.”

       “But, the sex is good?  Right?”  Emma checked.  She was not really expecting Alana’s answer.

       “I’ve told you.  It’s never been this good for me with anyone else..”  Alana boasted, while she had a second thought in the back of her mind, “Well..”

       “Well what?”  Emma quickly pried for more information.

       “One of my ex’s was pretty exceptional too, but he was still nothing compared to Trev..”  Alana tried to say before Emma cut her off.

       “Was it Scott??”  Emma asked rather loudly.  Maybe she’d gulped her drinks down a little too fast as well.

       “No!”  Alana shook her head, “You wouldn’t know him.”

       “Of course,” Emma rolled her eyes, “should I even trust what you’re telling me?  You did say that you and Trever do it practically every night.”

       “It’s true!  Benefits to dating a younger guy.”  Alana defended herself, as a great idea struck her mind, “Maybe you should..”

       “Oh-my-god!”  Emma yelped, while she completely ignored Alana and grasped her phone.

       “What?”  Alana tilted her head in surprise and annoyance.

       “I got a superlike!!  Is that good?”  Emma burst showing Alana the notification.

       “It means he wants to bang you.”  Alana happily translated the dating app for her.

       “Oh, he’s cute.”  Emma mused, as she scrolled through this guy’s photos.

       “Let me see.”  Alana insisted, while she held out her hand.

       “Let me read his profile first.”  Emma tried to settle her friend down.

       “Let me see!”  Alana complained.

       “Fine, here!”  Emma relented.  She very quickly gave Alana a glance at the guy she was about to message.

       “Wow, he’s hot.”  Alana admitted.  She couldn’t quite place it, but the face Emma had shown her for a split second looked slightly familiar.

       “What do you mean, ‘wow?’”  Emma grunted.  She was picking up that Alana, perhaps subconsciously, thought he was out of her league.  Before Alana could elaborate, Emma burst with excitement, “He messaged me first!”

       “What did he say?”  Alana excitedly asked, as Emma quickly checked.

       “He just said ‘DTF?’  Is this real?”  Emma asked Alana honestly, “This is too good to be true, right?”

       “Only one way to find out.”  Alana shrugged, while she waved to the waiter for another drink...

       Later in the night and way across town, Paul and Claire finished their movie and remained snuggled on the couch while the credits rolled.  Paul had been encouraged by his conversation earlier in the day and even more so by her apparent willingness to indulge in a few cookies, yet her efforts still appeared to be only a minor improvement from his perspective.  Were a few cookies every now and again really going to produce the kind of results that Paul wanted?  Was he even willing to wait that long when he could just turn to Emma to satisfy his lust for fuller figures?  He wasn’t sure, and what was worse was that feeling uncertain about his future with Claire was killing him on the inside.

       It was a profound guilt and shame he was dealing with.  He knew it wasn’t right to be contemplating what he was contemplating.  He knew he was forever in the wrong.  Yet he didn’t know how to make the pain he was feeling go away.  If he’d made the right choice in cutting things off with Emma, then why was he feeling like this?  Even watching TV and a movie was not enough to sooth his soul.  Even now, Claire’s arms were wrapped around him, her head was resting on his stomach.  She warmly embraced him because she loved him, and he loved her..  He just didn’t love everything about their relationship at the moment.

       “Hey, babe,” Claire groggily sighed.  The movie had made her a little sleepy.  “Can you finish the last few cookies?  I don’t want to get another container dirty.”

       “Ugh..  sure.”  Paul grumbled, as he looked at what remained on the coffee table.  About five small cookies.  Hadn’t the tray been full when Claire had set it down?  Maybe she’d eaten more than he remembered.  Reaching for the tray, Paul felt his stomach pushing against his jeans in an uncomfortable fashion.  As he moved, Claire rustled upward from her position, and set her hand on his gut.

       “Let me get it for you.”  Claire smiled, while Paul relaxed back into the couch.  She was feeling better about things with her boyfriend after their conversation this morning, but old habits were hard to break.  

       It was after they’d returned from their Arizona vacation that Claire’s insecurity about her relationship with Paul actually started to cause her some anxiety.  She could tell he was unhappy, and it seemed like nothing she did really cheered him up.  When she’d noticed Paul had gained a few pounds, she hated it.  She’d assumed it was because he was reaching for food to compensate for the lack of physical intimacy between them.  The couple of pounds he’d gained were a monument to his unhappiness with her.  So, she’d done the only think she knew how to do, she’d tried to be extra supportive and extra caring to him.  If he didn’t want to have sex, she’d only push the issue when she was really in need of it.  If he wanted a beer, she’d get it for him.  If he was hungry, she’d get him something to satisfy his hunger.

       It wasn’t long before she noticed her efforts were only contributing to the extra thickness around Paul’s stomach.  He was never a really physically active guy, he was an artist not an athlete.  He wasn’t burning enough calories to offset the calories he was eating.  Claire had thought about pushing him to be more active, but her insecurity got the better of her.  She got a wicked thought and decided to roll with it.  Paul was an attractive guy, he’d certainly have no problem finding another girl, unless he let himself go a bit more..  If he was less socially desirable, he’d have less options with ladies, if he had fewer options other than Claire, he had less chance of leaving.  In short, Paul would be less likely to dump her if he grew more out of shape.  So Claire gently pushed Paul to eat her leftovers, eat bigger servings, stay seated.  Sure enough, her efforts produced their intended results.  The only thing Claire hadn’t intended, was growing to like the changes in Paul’s body.

       “Thanks.”  Paul responded, as his eyes watched Claire scoop up the five remaining cookies and bring them to him.

       He held out his hands and she gave them all to him.  He was already pretty full, but he shoveled the snacks down anyway.  While he ate, he watched Claire go to the fridge and get him a class of milk.  He hadn’t asked for another one, but he wasn’t going to protest.  She handed him the glass and walked off behind the couch.  He dipped the final cookie into the milk and finished it off.  As he wiped his lips, he felt Claire’s hair brushed against the back of his neck, and then he felt her lips kiss his neck just below his left ear.  Her delicate hands felt his shoulders and worked their way into a gentle hug around his midsection.

       “I’m horny.”  Claire whispered into his ear.  It was not what Paul had wanted to hear.  He was many things at the moment, but horny was not one of them.

       “Come on honey, I just ate.”  Paul complained, as he felt Claire kiss his neck once again and tighten her grip around him.

       “Is that a problem?”  Claire wined, while she used her hand to turn Paul’s face toward her.  He’d wiped away most of the mess, but she could see he still had a few crumbs on his cheek.  Rather than grabbing a napkin, Claire used her mouth.  Bit by bit she sweetly kissed the remnants of her cookies off of her boyfriend’s face.

       She listened as Paul let out a little sigh.

       “Honey, I want to, but I ate too much.” Paul complained, as he exaggerated his discomfort and placed his hand on his stomach.  He had eaten a bit too much and his stomach did feel uncomfortable, but there was no way he’d be able to bluff his way through sex with Claire tonight.  He just wasn’t in the mood.

       “Then let’s lay down and see how you feel in a little bit.”  Claire compromised, while she nudged Paul to lay flat across the couch and then hurried to lay with him.  Rubbing his leg gently, Claire innocently made one demand, “Spoon me.”

       That was something Paul could do.  He wrapped his arms around Claire and closed his eyes.  While she nestled closer to him, they both drifted off to sleep.

       45 minutes past in what felt like an instant.  Both Claire and Paul’s peaceful slumber were broken by a loud noise from outside the door of the apartment.  The first coherent sentence either of them could remember hearing was:

       *God why are there so many steps!!*

       The noise was followed by the sound of a key turning.  Before Paul or Claire were ready, the door to the apartment burst opened and in walked Emma with..  a guy??

       “Hello!!”  Emma drunkenly burst, while her voice pierced the quiet apartment and actually stung Claire’s ears, “Hope you two don’t mind, I brought my man friend over tonight.”

       “Hey.”  The guy waved, as Claire and Paul both remained speechless for different reasons.  Claire was convinced this was some disturbing dream, because the guy who had his arm around her sister looked like the body double for Brad Pitt!  Paul nearly swallowed his tongue at the thought of Emma with this dude.  Who the hell even was this guy??  Before he could muster the attention to ask this guy for his name, he spoke first, “Claire and Paul, right?”

       “Right.  And you are?”  Paul nodded curiously, as the guy sent both Claire and Paul a welcome wave.

       “Trent.  Nice to meet you.”  The guy explained with a big grin.  Even his fucking teeth were perfect.

       “Ignore them please, I’m going to die of hungry if I don’t eat this very second.”  Emma dramatically roared, while she presented Trent a box she’d been carrying, and he quickly pulled out a slice of pizza.

       “You don’t even want me to warm it up for you?  God, you’re such a glutton,” Trent teased, as he dangled the slice in front of Emma’s face in a playful fashion, “Open wide.”

       “Mhh!!”  Emma grunted, while she jumped upward and caught the pizza with her mouth like a fish snapping for bate on a fishhook.  Paul watched her meaty body jiggle, and Emma hummed with a devilish joy, “Perfect!  Let’s take this to my room.  The lovebirds were here first.”

       “No problem.”  Trent smiled, as he opened the door Emma motioned to and let his prize enter first.  Emma was pleased with her performance, Paul had to be jealous and even if he wasn’t, he soon would be.

       The second the door closed, Claire turned over on the couch and burst, “Is this real life?”  

        “I think so.”  Paul muttered, while his heart beat fast.  He hadn’t anticipated that Emma would actually find someone new..  Now that he had, he felt a profound regret for not patching things up sooner.

       “Did she pay him money or something?  I mean, how the hell did she bring home a guy like that??”  Claire quickly wondered.  She was clearly now one hundred percent awake.  So was Paul.

       “What do you mean ‘a guy like that?’”  Paul wanted her to clarify.

       “Come on, he’s really handsome!”  Claire answered expecting Paul to understand.

       “You say I’m handsome all the time, what makes that guy so special?”  Paul wondered sounding about as jealous as he was feeling.

       “I’m pretty sure I could see the outline of his abs through his shirt.  Let’s count how many abs I can feel on you.”  Claire teased, as her hands went to Paul’s full stomach and she pinched and prodded his gut gently, “Nope.  No six pack.  Feels a lot more like you got a full keg going on.”

       “Will you stop.”  Paul urged feeling annoyed.  Had Claire just called him fat compared to this random guy?  What was his name again?  Trent?  Fuck that guy, Paul was mad now.  

       “What?  You like grabbing my butt, I like grabbing your keg.”  Claire pouted with a robust hug, “It makes me feel safe.”

       “Don’t call it that.”  Paul growled, as Claire frowned.

       “Can I call it a pillow?  It’s comfy to sleep on.”  Claire teased, while she massaged Paul’s love handles.

       Paul was about to say something he probably would have regretted when both Claire and he heard Emma’s voice from behind her closed door yell out:

       *I like it when you tell me how much of a pig I am!*

       “Did you just hear that?”  Claire whispered looking surprised, confused and a little grossed out.

       “Yeah.”  Paul acknowledged, as his train of thought suddenly focused on what Emma was doing with that fucking guy behind the door of her room.

       “I know she’s drunk, but what the hell is with my sister?  She’s soo weird!”  Claire quietly exclaimed, while Paul didn’t know how to respond.  What Emma had just blurted out wasn’t weird to him.  In fact, it was fucking sexy!  His only wish was that he was the one inside that room making her say that, not some random opportunistic prick.

       “We should we go to my room.  I feel like we shouldn’t be eavesdropping.”  Paul suggested, as he wanted to get Claire as far away from this stuff as possible.  If she thought it was weird, he didn’t want to know that.  Almost as if on cue, Emma’s voice rang out loudly again:

       *Squeeze me when you feed me!*

       “What am I hearing?  Are they having sex or..”  Claire wondered in a morbidly curious tone.  Part of her was so uncomfortable because of what she was hearing that she wanted to move to another state, yet she was also curious what the hell was happening with her sister.

       “I don’t know.  I don’t think I want to know.”  Paul admitted, as he shook Claire a little and urged, “Let’s go.”

       “No wait.”  Claire held him still, as she listened, “It sounds like she’s eating.”

       “Claire.”  Paul cautioned.

       “It may sound strange, but I think they are doing some kind of fucked up foreplay?”  Claire deduced from the context of what she could hear.  She felt like she’d answered one question and yet somehow raised several more.

       “We should go.”  Paul pleaded with Claire.

       “Isn’t it weird?  Aren’t you curious?”  Claire countered, as Paul took a quick breath.

       “Yeah, but we should try and respect her privacy.”  Paul urged, while he tried to sit up but couldn’t from his position.  Claire was pressing into him too much.  He tried to use his arms, but Claire held him in place.

       “Quiet.”  Claire hushed him, as she turned over and leaned her back against Paul, while she transitioned into the little spoon position again.  She was clearly more focused on listening to what was going on in Emma’s room:

       *If you wanna fuck this fat girl, you better stuff me so I’m too full to escape!*

       “Paul?”  Claire asked, while she wiggled her butt to check if she’d just felt what she thought she’d felt.

       “Yeah.”  Paul bit his lip, as he thought of a good excuse.

        “Why’d you get so stiff?”  Claire asked, while she could feel Paul was rearing to go down there.

       “Huh?  I.. don’t know..  Your butt’s rubbing me.”  Paul blurted.  Fuck, was that the best excuse he could come up with?

       “You like that?”  Claire smiled, as she wiggled her butt again for Paul.

       “Yeah, I do.”  Paul admitted.  Had Claire really bought his half-baked lie??  She wasn’t connecting the dots?

       “Kiss my neck.”  Claire urged him, as he did as she asked, and he received another pleasurable wiggle down there from her.

       *Oh yes!!*

       “Jesus.”  Claire muttered at what they’d just heard from Emma.  She turned to Paul with a worried look on her face.  Before Paul could say anything, they listened to Emma again:

       *Ahh yes!! Fuck this fat girl!*

       “We should go!”  Claire yelped, while she scrambled off the couch.  She did not want to listen to this one bit.

       “Yeah!”  Paul grunted, as he struggled off the couch.  Claire was already halfway to his room when he’d gotten up, so she didn’t hear the final thing that Paul heard:

       *Ahh!!  Won’t you cum in this fat belly baby!!??*

       He was a painful mix of aroused and angry.  Listening to Emma moan was torture.  Knowing somebody else was in there with her made him furious on the inside.  And yet there was nothing he could do.  Not wanting to cause Claire to grow wise to any of this, he hurried to meet her in his room.  Once he got there, Claire was pacing back and forth.

       “That was weird.”  Claire admitted.  She was clearly regretting that they’d eavesdropped that long.

       “You’re telling me.”  Paul caught his breath.

       “I’m glad you’re not like that.”  Claire revealed, as she leaped into his soft embrace and gave him a hug.

       “What?”  Paul stammered trying to process what Claire was saying to him.

       “I’m glad you like what I like.”  Claire explained, while Paul’s heart felt like it had been stabbed.  He wanted nothing more for him and Claire than to engage in the same behavior they’d just overheard with Emma..  And Claire thought it was disgusting.  How the hell was he supposed to stay positive about things with Claire when she was stomping on the stuff, he craved more than anything else.

       “Me too.”  Paul grumbled.  He managed to bite his tongue.  He managed to hold himself in check.  

       “Wanna lay down?”  Claire whispered in his ear in a horny tone.  Her hands fell from his soft waist to check if he was still aroused.  Feeling what she wanted to feel Claire smiled, “Someone’s horny tonight.”

       “Actually why don’t you lay down?  I wanna be on top tonight.”  Paul requested.  He had some frustrated energy he wanted to get out of his system.  It was not what they usually did, but it was what he wanted to do.

       “You know I like it better on top.”  Claire pouted, as she bit her lip.

       “I wanna mix things up.”  Paul said more authoritatively.

       “I thought you were feeling full?”  Claire raised an eyebrow, as her hands pressed against Paul’s gut and nudged him toward the bed.

       “I mean I am.”  Paul admitted, as he walked backwards.  He was forced to stop once he reached the edge of the bed.

       “Come on, it’s been weeks.  I really wanna ride you.”  Claire lustfully urged, as she gave Paul’s gut a little shove and watched her big man tumble onto the bed before her.  Before he could sit up, she was on him.  Her passion was enough to engage Paul, yet his imagination drew its fuel from what glimpsed he’d captured of Emma tonight…

       It was around 2AM when Paul got up to go to the bathroom.  Claire snoozed silently in bed as he left his room.  She’d exhausted herself tonight and Paul had to admit he enjoyed her enthusiasm even if he wasn’t a fan of how light she felt upon him.  Blinking his eyes, he noticed that there was light at the end of his hallway.  Hurrying his walk, Paul gazed upon the woman he’d been imagining all night.

       “You’re still up?”  Paul asked in pleased surprise.

       “Trent left.”  Emma muttered, as she dug her spoon into the ice cream carton she was eating from.  Something seemed wrong.

       “You okay?”  Paul asked feeling a little concern.

       “Yes and no.”  Emma sighed, “Can we talk?”

       “Sure.”  Paul nodded, “Who was that guy?”

       “Met him on tinder.”  Emma admitted, as she took some time to enjoy another bite of chocolate ice cream.  Once she’d gulped down her treat, she added, “He’s married.”

       “What??”  Paul muttered in surprise, as he went beside Emma at the kitchen table and sat down.

       “It wasn’t on his profile and he didn’t tell me until after we finished..”  Emma explained looking guilty.

       “I get it.”  Paul shivered.

       “You don’t like imagining me with someone else, do you?”  Emma hummed sounding encouraged.

       “No, I don’t.”  Paul truthfully admitted.

       “Am I a bad person?”  Emma looked at him with sober eyes.

       “No.  You didn’t know he was married.  That’s on him.”  Paul assured her, as he put his hand on Emma’s shoulder to console her.

       “It was so weird.  He was so calm about it.”  Emma recalled, “He said his wife didn’t mind if he slept around.  He called it an open marriage.  Said they tried to make exclusivity work for a while, but that their relationship worked better this way.  He even invited me to join them in a threesome.”

       “That’s..”  Paul began without knowing how to responde.

       “I know it’s weird.”  Emma admitted.  In truth the whole experience made her thing about how awesome it would be if Claire and Paul’s relationship was open.  Continuing, Emma said, “I’m still processing everything.  If I’m being perfectly honest, I’d rather things go back to the way they were.”

       “With me?”  Paul pointed at himself in a welcomed surprise.

       “Yeah dummy who else am I talking to?”  Emma rolled her eyes, as she caught herself being sassy, “I’m sorry.  I know I can be a bitch sometimes, but I just feel so much more comfortable with you.  I’ve never had that with anyone else before.”

       “You were not comfortable with that guy?”  Paul wanted to check.

       “I think he was an FA more than a feeder because he really skimped on the feeding.  He was definitely more into the se..”  Emma paused, as she realized Paul didn’t like it when she talked about sex with somebody else.  Recovering Emma solemnly spoke, “I want an honest to god feeder in my life.”

       “I think I want things to go back to the way they were between us too.”  Paul blushed in response.

       “You do?”  Emma’s face lit up with joy.

       “I do.”  Paul smiled, as his heart raced.  He didn’t know what he was doing, but he knew this was what he wanted.

       “I’m sorry about taking things too far last time.  It won’t happen again.”  Emma promised.

       “It was my fault too.  We’ve got to be more careful this time.”  Paul added, “Can we go back to the way things were?”

       “I think we can, on one condition.”  Emma smiled, as she offered Paul the spoon in her hand.

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Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - Tipping the Scales

       “I wanna be over 300lbs by the end of the month..  Make that happen by any means necessary or find yourself another feedee..”



       The dye had been cast.  Emma’s one condition was clear.  And so was Paul’s conviction to make it happen.  Emma hadn’t been so sure that Paul had heard her correctly in the moment, she remembered a blank expression had overcome his face before slowly transitioning to a smile.  He’d told her making her that fat would be no problem.  She was pleased to hear that he accepted her challenge, but the truth was, she had no idea what she’d asked for.

       The old feeder she knew Paul to be had been caring and considerate, a firm, but fair partner cheering her on and motivating her to push herself past her limits.  But not anymore.  Something had changed.  Emma realized it the first day he resumed his control over her food intake but couldn’t wrap her head around it until the end of their first week.  She’d made Paul desperate to fulfill her one condition.  She’d finally pushed him to the breaking point, and now he was pushing to break her like he’d never dared to before.

       It was like opening Pandora’s box.  

       It started innocently enough.  One day, Paul told her he’d placed an appetite enhancer in the weight gain shake he was feeding her.  He hadn’t asked if it was okay with her, he’d just done it and told it to her as a matter of fact.  His brazen behavior was amusing to Emma at first, she liked him taking such control over her, but she’d be lying if she said there wasn’t a pang of doubt in the back of her mind, was 300lbs the point of no return?  Would she be stuck as a fatty for the rest of her life?  It was a thrilling possibility that consumed her imagination and drove her mad horny.

       Paul picked up on her increased friskiness and only made it worse with his constant teasing.  He knew she ate more when she was horny, so he did his best to trap Emma in an aroused funk so he could coax more food down her throat.  He wasn’t as willing to let her pleasure herself as he’d been before.  Depriving Emma of her satisfaction was part of his plan.  He’d let her pleasure herself, but only after she was so engorged with saturated sugars that she could barely move.

       Emma was made to keep eating and eating.  All Emma could do some nights was silently whine to herself in helpless exhaustion.  Paul would feed her so much before she’d sleep that she hardly had the strength to lift her bloated flabby body out of bed in the morning when she’d wake up.  She needed both of her pudgy hands massaging her fat belly to coax some burps out of her system to provide her with some relief from the perpetual fullness Paul was subjecting her to.

       The only exercise Paul let her have was a waddle to the fridge and her walk to and from work.  The stairs of Paul’s apartment seemed to be growing in height with each passing day.  It was harder and harder for Emma to get the bulk of her body up them without finding herself embarrassingly out of breath by the time she reached the top.  She’d wait a moment before entering the apartment.  Once her heartrate slowed and her fat thighs stopped quivering, she’d enter Paul’s domain and subject herself to his authority over her.

       Emma was used to feeling herself jiggle when she moved around, but she was not used to losing her breath just from eating.  When had it become normal for her to mindlessly shove food into her mouth, when she was past the point of having the energy to chew through it all?  Her appetite had changed, sometimes she’d be sure she was in a food coma, yet she still managed to gobble down whatever extra morsel Paul dangled in front of her.

       Paul was turning her into a pig.  That’s what he was doing.  He even occasionally would prompt a few oinks out of her toward the end of her feedings.  He was treating her gaining like a job, and she was forced into the roll of farm animal fattening up for market.  She rather liked the little arrangement she had going with Paul, but she craved for him to ease up ever so slightly.  She wanted to tell him that she hadn’t expected him to take, ‘by any means necessary’ quite so literally, but when he was bossing her around, she couldn’t challenge him.  She was amazed she never brought it up, but she couldn’t refuse a single thing he told her.  Either he’d trained her well or she loved being submissive so much that she was unwilling to speak up for herself.  She couldn’t get enough of the undivided attention Paul would give her or the food he was using to fatten her up.

       Emma was in her own little world, and Paul was keeping her there.  Claire’s infrequent visits to the apartment did little to shake Emma out of her comfort zone.  Finals were looming and Claire coming over simply meant that Emma had more time to nap in between feedings.

       Emma enjoyed this stern side of Paul’s feeder persona, but she silently wished that when the month ended, she’d get her regular feeder back.



       “Mhh..  I’m ready..  Give it to me.”  Emma softly and earnestly urged after Paul had given her a minute to let the last spoonful settle.  She’d reached her limit, probably half an hour ago, and yet she labored forward.  Bite after bite, spoonful after spoonful.  Her commitment to gorging herself had Paul feeling a complementary mix of affection and arousal.

       “If you want more, let me hear you beg for it like the stuffed piggy you are.”  Paul ordered with a lustful grab of Emma’s prodigiously plump belly.  She was quite a sight.  

       Upon his request, she’d worn stretchy black leggings for comfort and a plaid button-down shirt today just so he could see her belly savagely burst each button as her stomach filled with ever more copious amounts of fattening food.  And he hadn’t been disappointed.  Not a single button was left holding the two sides of the shirt together, her mammoth breasts and rotund gut had popped the buttons off as if they were popcorn kernels on a warm buttery pan.  Her bra was a turquoise blue color, she’d purchased it from Victoria’s secret after her last paycheck from scoops ahoy.  She’d been growing so fast her employer had started even taking the cost of her larger uniform replacements out of her paycheck.  

       “Do you want me to oink?  Cause I’ll oink.  I’ll do anything you ask of me so long as you give me every last ounce of that ice cream.”  Emma firmly proclaimed, as she grabbed Paul’s hand while it toyed with her belly and brought it up to her breasts, “I’m your stuffed pig.  Do with me what you want.”

       Paul needed a second.  Just a second to take everything in.  His hard work had born fruit and he wanted to savor the moment, absorb every single rich detail in his mind.  It truly was a sight to see.  The whole apartment appeared shaken by this day of reckoning.  Hours spent cooking, hours spent feeding.. had all lead to this..

       Four dirty baking dishes and eleven empty plates, licked clean, were stacked haphazardly upon one another in the sink.  They formed a mess that shared a shallow resemblance to the leaning tower of pisa, but more importantly, testified to how much Emma had just consumed in one sitting.  She’d eaten enough to feed ten people and then some.  He’d prepared every dish she’d requested, and she’d eaten everything obediently.  Creamy Italian style pasta with lots of thick and juicy meat balls stood no chance against the ravenous hunger that dwelled within his feedee.  Neither did the batch of twice baked potatoes.  

       The mac and cheese casserole had put up a fight, Emma seemed to struggle a bit with the sheer volume of what she’d endeavored to eat.  Yet, gulp after gulp of sugary bottled soda seemed to allow her to find the resilience to push through the filling dish.  And the dessert..  It seemed that Emma had to possess a second stomach just for dessert.  If she’d shown signs of slowing down during the cheesy casserole, she showed no signs of feedee fatigue during her demolition of Paul’s secret triple chocolate brownie sundae recipe.  Well, until the last half an hour..

       Two full gallons of rich French vanilla ice cream had been carefully mixed with a full tray of warm homemade chocolate chip brownies, but that was just the beginning.  Paul added a full bag of chocolate chips during the mixing process along with a full container of chocolate icing.  Additional sugar and gainer powder were added liberally to give the dish the consistency Paul desired.  A creamy mixture, refreshingly cool, but sinisterly dense with calories.  

       If Paul was a betting man, he would have bet that the dessert would be the dish to break Emma’s willpower, and yet, even right this very instant, as he held the last spoonful of his creation in one hand and one of Emma’s lusciously fat breasts in the other, her resolve had not broken.  Paul could see how painfully full she’d become and yet she still wanted more.  She still wanted to finish.  So, Paul gave his feedee exactly what she wanted and plunged the spoon between her chubby lips.

       Victorious in her quest, Emma sucked on the spoon Paul had forced in her mouth and lay like a beached whale upon the living room’s couch.  Her expansive tummy was a living monument to the feast that Paul had forced inside her.  This was the moment.  This was the instant he knew the renaissance of their feeding relationship had truly been realized.

       “Come on, it’s time.”  Paul urged his exhausted looking feedee, while he gently grabbed her hand and tugged at her to get off the couch.  His efforts did little more than cause her fatty upper arms to jiggle.  She was stuffed beyond capacity, to an extent he hadn’t seen before, Paul wasn’t truly sure if Emma could to move on her own right now.  He might just have to roll her off the couch.

       “Ayyhh.. *Urrp!*  I shouldn’t have let you feed me all that.. *Bwaarp!* ice cream..”  Emma moaned deliriously after she removed the licked-clean spoon from her mouth.  Her belches sounded unusually quieter than normal.  She sounded as if she was short of breath.  Had she filled her gut so completely that there wasn’t enough space inside the poor girl to take in anything other than quick shallow breaths??  Was she worried she might just pop?  Either way, Paul was loving the look of Emma acting and sounding so defenseless.  As if on que, Emma took a wheezing breath and bemoaned, “I’m so full I don’t want to move..”

       “You don’t want to move?  Or is it..  You can’t move?”  Paul hummed in a tone meant to belittle his subservient lady friend, while he took a seat on the coffee table across from Emma on the couch.  The table creaked in response to having to bear Paul’s weight.  Emma noticed this detail but didn’t point it out.  Her belly felt like a vulnerable foreign blob of weight anchoring her to her comfy seat.  Paul was right, she didn’t want to move because she couldn’t.  Her body was too densely saturated with fattening calories.

       Emma wasn’t blind to the fact her once slim feeder had grown overweight along with her over the past year.  It was probably partly her fault.  Paul was always eating with her or going on food centered dates with Claire.  Even today, he’d met Claire for a large lunch at a Chinese restaurant in town and eaten his takeout dinner while feeding Emma her grand feedee feast.  She’d even successfully received a few bites of his fries and cheesesteak after annoying him with her begging, but Paul had eaten the lions share and didn’t leave a single fry as a survivor.  

       Her reckless eating habits probably rubbed off on him a little bit.  And Claire was never shy about providing Paul with junk to eat when she came over.  Emma had initially seen Paul’s modest gain as a consequence of their shared lifestyle.  As she grew it kind of felt nice that Paul was keeping her company, granted to a much lesser extent, but still it was nice to not be the only overweight person around anytime they were together.  She found him handsome with the extra weight, husky was a good look for Paul.  

       She’d be hard-pressed to admit that part of her attraction to Paul’s heftier body was the chance he might gain enough for Claire to lose interest in him.  If her sister was the one to split away from Paul, then she’d be able to keep her feeder permanently.  That was an idea that excited Emma to no end, although she knew she was terrible for secretly rooting for it.  

       Looking at him now, Emma realized she’d gone too long without answering his teasing question.  His hand which had failed to tug her upward from the couch rested against the soft flesh of her underbelly and gently tickled her while he continued, “Has my feedee eaten so much she can’t get up?”

       “I don’t know.”  Emma responded with a horny smiled, while both of her pudgy arms playfully grasped her belly, “Let me try.”

       It was clear to Paul that his gentle teasing had tickled Emma’s libido something fierce.  For someone so encumbered by her own gluttony, Emma looked determined to give Paul a show that he would enjoy.  She sluggishly sloshed her gut side to side, her belly normally resembled something close to a bean bag chair, but right now it looked as firm and rounded as Paul had seen it in months.  It was like a jiggly water balloon before bursting.

       She wobbled her fat belly side to side, maybe in the hopes of building up enough momentum to lean forward from her laid-back position, or maybe to roll herself off the couch.  Paul watched, as Emma grunted in an effort to sit up, but her full belly forced her back down.  Needing a moment to recollect her energy, Emma made eye contact with Paul and sent him a pleased grin before trying again.  This time her motion was more of a roll but, try as she might, she couldn’t get off her back.  Her eyes widened, while Paul made the same realization she’d just made.  Emma had eaten herself to the point of being helplessly stuck sunken into the old couch.

       “Paul..  I actually can’t move..  I need your help..”  Emma wheezed with a hint of surprise and maybe even a little fear among the horny tone in her voice.

       “If you can’t move, do we really have to weigh you piggy?”  Paul tauntingly questioned, while his hands claimed a satisfying portion of Emma’s sizable love handles and pleasurably squeezed her, “It’s obvious I’ve satisfied your.. one condition.”

       “Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty sure this last meal pushed me over the 300-pound limit, but.. I want to make it official.”  Emma dramatically urged Paul, while her chubby face smiled, “Besides, I like getting on the scale.”  

       “If you insist.”  Paul shrugged, while he adjusted his position to help tug Emma to her feet.

       “Wait.  Help me get these clothes off.  We wouldn’t want to overestimate how much weight you’ve made me gain, would we?”  Emma explained, as Paul saw through her guise.

       “No, we wouldn’t.”  Paul echoed, humoring his feedee.  She wanted to show off her gains to him, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her naked before.  While Paul got Emma’s shirt off, he added, “Not that it matters.  Any way you slice it, you’re well over 300 pounds now.”  

       “You better hope so.  If I’m not, you’re fired as my feeder.”  Emma playfully threatened, but Paul wasn’t fazed.

       “That’s an empty threat coming from such a full girl.”  Paul reminded her, as he gave her swollen belly a gentle poke, before reaching around her back and unhooking her bra.  In doing so his own gut forcefully pressed against Emma’s.  She wasn’t sure if he realized what he was doing, but she really liked the feeling of his belly pressing against hers.  The pressure it produced felt.. arousing.  Almost unable to help herself, Emma quickly ripped Paul’s tight t-shirt off of him while he was close enough for her to do so.  He didn’t stop her, he actually helped.  Once she was done, he smiled and said, “Why don’t you try and get your leggings off on your own?”  

       “You know I don’t want to work that hard.”  Emma admitted in such an honest way that Paul nearly laughed.  His eyes observed Emma’s heavy breasts fall into their proper place as she removed the bra and tossed it to the floor.

       “Try.”  Paul spoke in the tone he assumed when he was ordering Emma to eat.

       “Ugh!”  Emma grunted, while he watched her obey.  She could reach her waistband, but she was far too full to be able to lean herself far enough forward to capitalize on it.  After one simple attempt, Emma complained, “Paul, seriously this isn’t easy.”

       “What a shame.”  Paul teased, as he leaned closer to Emma’s ear, “Everything would probably be easier for you if you weren’t such a gluttonous fat pig.”

       “Not orgasms.”  Emma bellowed in a rebellious tone.  She was clearly getting carried away by her enjoyment.  Paul knew he needed to remind his feedee why he required her obedience.

       “Soon.”  Paul sternly threatened, as his hands grasped Emma’s thick roll of lower belly fat and pressed against her until she looked uncomfortable.  He decided to repeat a line that Emma particularly enjoyed, “Soon, I’ll make you so helplessly fat you won’t even be able to cum without my help.”

       “Mhh..”  Emma purred, while her face betrayed her visceral enjoyment of Paul’s words, “That’s the stuff..  Give me more of that..”  

       Deciding to give his feedee what she wanted, Paul leaned closer.

       “*Buuuurrp!!*” Emma loudly belched in his face before he could continue his train of thought.

       “You really are a sloppy fat pig, aren’t you?”  Paul chastised Emma with a playful flick to her wobbly gut.

       “Sorry.  *Urrp!*” Emma apologized with a satisfied grin on her face.  The smile kind of made her apology seem less genuine..  Before Paul could call her on it, Emma grabbed Paul’s hands and placed them on her stomach, “That gas was taking up too much room.  Now I’ve got lots of extra space in my belly.  Wanna fill it for me?”

       “After we weigh you piggy.”  Paul reminded her, as he seriously doubted Emma could eat more food even if she wanted to.  She was just trying to appeal to him, and to be fair, Paul did really like it when Emma did stuff like this.  

       “Then get these troublesome leggings off me and let’s go.”  Emma snobbishly requested, while Paul proceeded to do what she couldn’t.  Against her thighs, the leggings were as tight as a sausage casing but, once he got them past her knees, her thick calves didn’t do much to delay him.

        All that remained on Emma was a pair of damp panties.  Whether it was just sweat, or Emma was really turned on, Paul didn’t care.  He freed his feedee of her confining underwear just as he’d freed her from her tight leggings.

       Unlike getting her clothes off, getting her off the couch took a great deal more effort than Paul had expected.  He knew he wasn’t the strongest guy in the world but trying to pull his feedee to her feet felt like lifting a freaking boulder.  To add to the confusion, once she was finally standing, she wobbled forward and bumped right into him.  If he hadn’t caught her, she might have fallen right onto the coffee table!

       Emma complained her legs had fallen asleep while she’d been laying on the couch, so Paul wrapped her arm around his shoulder and escorted her to the bathroom.  He was able to grab the scale and place it in the middle of the room while keeping Emma balanced.  He told her to get on it, but for once she seemed reluctant.

       “Paul, I need you to keep holding me..  You stuffed me so much..  I’m not sure where the hell my center of balance went.”  Emma worriedly explained, as she looked at Paul with an earnest expression.  Maybe her clumsy stumble earlier had scared her or something.

       “I’ve got you.”  Paul assured her, while he helped her step onto the scale.  

       “I know.  So, how much damage have you done to this piggy’s figure?”  Emma asked with some warmth for Paul in her voice.  Despite everything they had done these last few weeks, she was nervous.  Her one condition for Paul had made such sense back then, but all she wanted now was for things to remain this good between herself and her feeder.  They were so close to making things perfect again, she didn’t want a stupid number on the scale getting in the way.  Trying to peer past her enlarged gut, Emma complained, “You know I can’t see the scale past my belly.  Come on, tell me.  What’s the damage?”

       “The damage is permanent.”  Paul teased, as he gave her stuffed gut a pleased pat, “You’re officially three hundred..”

       “Yes!”  Emma cheered before Paul was finished.  She was just overjoyed with the prospect of keeping Paul as her feeder for a good long while longer.

       “And twenty pounds.”  Paul finished, as Emma’s eyes widened with a perverse thrill.

       “What??”  Emma gushed, while her face blushed and her hands grasped her painfully full stomach.  Her heart started beating faster, she was feeling so turned on she could hardly think straight.  Then there was the feeling in the back of her mind, that if Paul could do this to her in under a month, she really might not have him as a feeder for that much longer, he’d probably make her reach her goal of 375 pounds in no time!  As exciting as that thought was, she also pondered trying to exercise behind his back, anything to elongate the time it took him to fatten her up.  Anything to prevent him from walking away like last time.  With so much rushing around in her head, all she could say was, “How..  How did you do this to me?”

       “I conditioned you to think you’re always hungry.  Most sensible people know to stop eating when they get full, but not you.  Not anymore.  When you get full, the only thing on your mind is how to fit more food down your fat throat.”  Paul boasted, as he tickled her double chin, “You have me to thank for that.”

       Emma felt weak in the knees.  It was like Paul knew her sex drive better than she did.  Unconsciously Emma smiled at him and leaned more of her weight upon him.  He took a step to offset her motion and then Emma wrapped her arms around him in an appreciative hug.  He felt soft, warm and inviting.  She was so happy she had Paul in her life.  He really made all the shit she’d gone through worth it in the end.  Innocently peering upward, Emma wanted to share the burning question on her mind, “Paul?”

       “Yeah?”  Paul responded tentatively.  He couldn’t tell if Emma was being sincere or trying to plant another burp in his face.  Her hug felt amazing, her body felt so soft and round.  He loved squishing her sides and the feel of her stuffed gut wedged against his own.

       Her eyes sparkled at him, as she took a shallow breath before shakily wondering, “Do you think we could try roleplaying again?”

       “Tonight?”  Paul wondered, while he toyed with the idea.  His roleplaying sessions with Emma had felt like the highlight of their arrangement until things had gone too far.  They hadn’t even broached the subject since they resumed their devious feastings together.  The truth was that Paul wanted that thrilling intimacy he shared with Emma, he wanted to test the depths of his imagination against her own.  He wanted to see what raunchy situations they could think of.  He wanted Emma’s beautifully deviant imagination all to himself.  

       “Not tonight.  You stuffed me too much.”  Emma groaned, as she blinked away a bit of her grogginess, “But in the future?”

       “Yeah.  I’d like that.”  Paul admitted, while he embraced Emma a little tighter and enjoyed her little coo of satisfaction.

       “You make me so happy.”  Emma warmly smiled, while she struggled to gather up a breath large enough to fuel her next sentence, “So, I’ve had this scenario in my head for a long time and I know you’re the only person I could ever feel comfortable doing it with..”

       “Wanna tell me?”  Paul asked rather quickly.  More than just his curiosity was peaked.

       “No, I wanna build up..” Emma paused dramatically before smiling and saying loudly, “the suspense!”

       “Come on, that’s not funny.”  Paul muttered feeling a little annoyed.

       “I thought it was.”  Emma shrugged looking pleased with herself.

       “Just tell me.”  Paul urged.

       “My lips are sealed.”  Emma resolutely replied in a playful tone.

       “I have ways of making you talk.”  Paul threatened with a smile, while he got an idea.  Before Emma could register his threat, Paul was quick to tickle Emma’s underarms.

       “NO! Haha!”  Emma yelped, as she tried to wiggle out of Paul’s grasp but lacked the coordination in her overly stuffed and encumbered state.

       “Tell me what I wanna hear piglet.”  Paul ordered, while Emma’s body jittered in response.

       “Haha!  Stop!  Ha!  I’m gonna!”  Emma yelped between involuntary bursts of laughter.  Not wanting to take another second of Paul’s torment, Emma tried latching her arms behind Paul’s back, but her arms were too short to reach!  Or, more likely her viscerally expansive belly pressing against Paul’s own gut created too much space for her arms to reach around Paul’s back.

       Gripping his love handles in desperation, Emma leaned all her weight forward.  She almost yelped the instant she realized her mass was forcing Paul to sway backward a little too fast.  Not expecting her last resort to be so effective, Emma tried to pull herself back, but it was too late.  Her body was moving forward, and she couldn’t stop it.  Trying to warn her feeder, Emma burst his name before her bulk tackled him to the ground, “Paul!”

       “Oof!”  Paul coughed, as he hit the ground and his overinflated piggy collapsed on top of him.

       “I’m so sorry!  Paul are you okay?”  Emma apologized feeling guilty, “You know I hate being tickled!”

       “I’m okay.”  Paul grunted registering with some enjoyment how nice it felt to have Emma’s weight on him.  He remembered back to when they’d been on the couch at her parents’ house, she’d gotten on top of him then too, but she didn’t feel like this.  This was what her resolute surrender to her deepest desires felt like.  This was what a person felt like when they gave up all sense of social propriety and lustfully pursued food without fear of the fattening consequences.  It certainly felt better to have Emma on him than his own skinny girlfriend.  Wanting to give Emma’s libido a little spark, Paul grunted, “God you’re heavy.”

       “Oh, you like?”  Emma muttered, as her expression shifted from concern to pride.  Wiggling her gut on top of Paul’s belly, Emma began to shift her weight around as best she could to stimulate her feeder in the same way his words were stimulating her.

      “Yeah, but can you move?  You’re kinda crushing me.”  Paul said in a toying fashion.  He knew he should make her stop, but he liked how Emma felt on him, and her efforts to placate his lust for her weight pleased him more greatly than he let on.

       “Nope, too fat.”  Emma refused, as her face blushed.  She wasn’t in control anymore.  The smitten feedee within her forced her face to lean closer and closer to Paul’s until..

       *Mhh!*

       Emma was kissing him!  She was, and Paul felt remorse in realizing his body was just letting it happen!  It was like someone else was in the driver’s seat and his rational consciousness was just forced to watch.  He wasn’t just letting it happen..  Paul realized a bit too late that he was returning every ounce of Emma’s lustful affection in kind with his own lips.  He didn’t stop.  And she didn’t stop.  

       Her lips gave him the slightest taste of chocolate with each passing moment.  His hands lovingly massaged her chubby sides, while her arms shook in trying to keep her position above him.  She seemed practically out of breath, but desperate not to let Paul’s lips free of her own.  For someone so soft, she was kissing him quite firmly.  After a few minutes of making out, with nothing more than giggles of glee and gasps of enjoyment trade between them, his neck, tired from straining to meet Emma’s lips, was forced to tilt back a little bit.  Paul rested his head on the floor, creating a space between himself and Emma, that she quickly closed to deliver him more abundant affection.

       They locked lips for what felt to each of them like only the slightest of instants, but the make out session likely spanned the better part of 15 minutes.  It wasn’t until Emma needed to catch her breath and let out some gas that they both truly registered what they had done.

“*Buurrp!*”

       “Oh my god, I’m sorry.  That sounded gross.”  Emma apologized, as she tried to reignite the passion she’d been sharing with Paul with another kiss, but he stopped her.

       “We have a problem.”  Paul admitted, while he forced Emma’s heavy body to slide off to his side, freeing him from her weight.  Lying next to each other on the floor and wrapped in each other’s chubby arms, Paul struggled with what to say.

       “We do?”  Emma responded trying to play dumb, as she gazed into Paul’s eyes with worry.

       “I have feelings for you.”  Paul burst, while a silence fell over the bathroom.

       Emma looked guilty.  She broke eye contact.

       “Me too..”  She said with regret, “Like, real feelings.”

       “But Claire..”  Paul began, as Emma cut him off.

       “I know, I know..”  Emma grunted sounding disheartened.

       “What do we do about this?”  Paul seriously asked her, hoping for some guidance.  He frankly didn’t know what to do.

       “If I’m being honest..  I was kind of hoping she’d break up with you.”  Emma admitted, as she vulnerability resumed eye contact with her feeder, “Because if you break up with her, because of me..  That’s my fault..  And I’m not sure I can live with doing that to my sister.”

       “I’ve been thinking a lot recently..  If I’m the person that’s best for Claire, and if Claire’s the best person for me..”  Paul began, while his voice struggled to keep the same tone of conviction, “And I know I’ve got a lot of love for her, but right now that love’s all emotional.  She’d my best friend, but..”

       “I’m the one you think about when you touch yourself?”  Emma knowingly asked, as her hand grasped Paul’s cheek and she warmly sent Paul a smile.

       “Yeah..  Yeah, for lack of better words.”  Paul nodded with some comfort from Emma’s touch.

       “Is that why you’ve got that ring buried away in the back of your closet?  Instead of on my sister’s finger?”  Emma wondered, while Paul’s face revealed the shock on his face.  Emma saw this but didn’t stop, “Don’t look so surprised.  I found it months ago.  Shortly after we started our..  arrangement.”

       “Saving for that ring was one of the reasons I was so short on money when I first met you.”  Paul revealed deciding to come clean, lies wouldn’t help him here, “The plan..  Well my plan was to propose to her on our one-year anniversary.”

       “Why didn’t you?”  Emma asked with her eyes intently locked on Paul’s.

       “I gave instructions to the waiter, to put the ring right on top of Claire’s dessert.  It was how I’d always wanted to propose.  She’d see the ring, I’d get on one knee, she’d accept and probably cry her eyes out.. and then she’d eat her dessert..  And I’d know she was the one for me.”  Paul articulated, while his memory recounted the night.  He wanted a sign that Claire would give in to her inner glutton and accept that she was naturally inclined to be overweight.  He figured by equating the truest act of love and commitment with rich fattening dessert, he’d be able to broach the issue with Claire about his preferences.  However, things didn’t play out that way.  Paul explained, “But she was too full after finishing her pasta.  She didn’t order dessert.  When she went to the bathroom, I got the ring from the waiter and decided to try again some other time.”

       “That was months ago Paul.  Did you ever try again?”  Emma muttered seeming intent to hear Paul’s response.

       “No.”  Paul shook his head.

       “It’s because of me isn’t it?”  Emma thought out loud, as her heart beat a little faster.  She was nervous.

       “It’s because of you..”  Paul admitted, “and Claire going off the deep end with her diet and exercise.”

       “What do you wanna do about us?”  Emma said not sure how to feel.

       “Just us?”  Paul asked to clarify motioning his finger back and forth between Emma and himself.

       “No.  Me and you, and Claire.”  Emma clarified, “All of us.”

       “I don’t know.”  Paul shook his head.  What else could he say?  His body was in love with Emma and emotionally he was in love with Claire.

       “We if Claire was going to break up with you, I think she would have done it already.”  Emma figured, “So that means the ball’s in your court.”

       “Wait, what do you mean she would have done it already?”  Paul wondered.

       “I’m not deaf, blind or dumb Paul.  I can hear when you two fight and I know you two have been having problems.”  Emma revealed, as Paul felt a little self-conscious.

       “We’ve been fighting more often these last few months, but it seems that things have gotten a little better recently.”  Paul responded weakly.  It was true things had been tense with Claire for most of the year, but school certainly had something to do with that.  Claire was always happier when she wasn’t stressed about school.  However, he couldn’t lie to Emma.  Things were not perfect.  Taking a breath, Paul said, “Although.. things haven’t been better in the bedroom..”  

       “Does she not like that you’ve put on weight?”  Emma wondered, as Paul looked embarrassed by her question.  Emma never really commented on his weight, but she had to have noticed he’d gained over the past year too.

       “She..  actually seems to like it.”  Paul revealed with a more than a bit of irritation.

       “Seriously??”  Emma coughed in what appeared to Paul to be a disappointed tone.  Scratching her head and changing her expression to something more pensive, Emma continued, “So all the stuff she bakes you and all the junk she brings over..  Has she been trying to fatten you up?”

       “What??”  Paul burst clearly thinking her idea was ridiculous.

       “Oh, come on, think about it.  There are signs.  She brings you pizza, bakes you cookies, she scrapes all the food she can’t finish onto your plate.”  Emma began listing before Paul cut her off.
       
       “You’re crazy.”  Paul waved off Emma’s notion.  He couldn’t entertain the idea.  It was against how he saw himself as a feeder.

       “Crazy might just run in my family.”  Emma responded with a lustful rub of Paul’s stomach, “You’ve got plenty of crazy in you too.”

       “Alright whatever.”  Paul shook his head not wanting to hear this, “I still don’t know what to do.  About all this.”

       “Well I’m not going to wait around for you to not make up your mind.”  Emma responded sounding annoyed.

       “What are you saying?”  Paul blinked.  Emma let out a sigh before continuing.

       “Cards on the table.  You’re still my sister’s boyfriend.  I can’t keep hoping she’ll break up with you so we can try and start something without her hating my guts.”  Emma revealed, “If you wanna be with me, I think you have to break up with her.”

       “If I break up with her and then all of a sudden start dating you..”  Paul began, as Emma talked over him.

       “You’d break up with her, we’d wait a year or something like that to make it official..  Or we’d wait until she got a new boyfriend.”  Emma explained, “Sure, she might resent me, but at least my family won’t excommunicate me.  Besides, if you’re willing to break up with my sister for me, then I’m doing her a favor.  If it’s not me now, it would be someone else later.”

       “Come on, that’s not true.  If Claire and I were married, I’d never..”  Paul tried to counter.

       “It is true.”  Emma responded firmly.

       “How would you know?”  Paul tried to dismiss her.

       “Remember the guy I broke up with before moving in with you?  My ex?  He’s not my ex-boyfriend.  He’s my ex-husband.  We were married.  We got a divorce after he cheated on me.”  Emma spat rather abruptly.  It sure as heck shut Paul up for a hot second.

       “Nobody told me.”  Paul gulped.

       “I swore my family to secrecy because I was humiliated.  The girl he did it with was someone I knew he liked well before we got married.  He’d told me he liked her when we were dating.  He’d joked one time that he wanted to sleep with her just to ‘get it out of his system.’  He even asked me once when we were drunk if she could join us for a threesome.  I thought marrying him would make her go away.  But it didn’t.  He lied about sleeping with her, and I couldn’t forgive him.”  Emma gravely explained.

       “That’s not your fault.”  Paul tried to say in her defense.

       “It’s partly not my fault, and it’s mostly his fault, but I don’t think it’s exclusively his fault.”  Emma recounted her point of view, “Point is.  I’m not going to be that girl to you and Claire.  I’m moving out by the end of April.  To avoid temptations.”

       “Emma no.  Please.”  Paul insisted trying to make her reconsider.

       “Unless, you can prove to me that I should stay.”  Emma revealed with a vulnerable look in her eyes.

       “Okay..”  Paul cautiously exhaled, as he understood what Emma was saying.  If he broke up with Claire by the time the month was through, Emma would stick with him.  If he stayed with Claire, she was leaving for good.  Paul understood his options, but he couldn’t possibly make such a choice right here and now.  Trying to be as tactful as possible, Paul continued, “I get it..  And I need to think about it.”

       “Good.  I’ll give you until I move out to make up your mind.”  Emma nodded, as she watched Paul wobble to his feet.  Trying to do the same, Emma was forced to remember just how much food Paul had managed to coax her to eat.  Realizing her need for him right now, Emma quickly asked, “Can you help me to my bed?”

       “Yeah no problem.”  Paul nodded, while he helped his feedee to the place she’d remain for the rest of the night.

 

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By polarisdreamer

Chapter 11- Reckoning
(Part 1 of 5)


       The hour was late, and Paul felt insufferably alone in his bed.  He tossed and he turned, but he couldn’t get comfortable no matter how hard he tried.  First, he was too warm under the covers, then he was too cold when he would throw them off.  He tried to stay still, and calm the racing thoughts plaguing his mind, but something always thwarted his efforts.  Sometimes it was the annoying way the waistband of his boxers squeezed his stomach a little too tightly when he’d take a deep breath, but more often than not, the thing that would set him off was a passing thought of Claire or Emma.  It had been nearly an entire month since the last time he remembered feeling rested, and yet, here he was.  He was exhausted, yet he couldn’t sleep.  

       The truth was, his nights felt empty without his girlfriend quietly snoozing next to him and his days felt pointless without the deviant thrill of indulging in his fetish with his loyal feedee.  Claire had been staying at her dorm more often recently.  She told him that she was diligently studying for her upcoming finals and working on her final papers.  It seemed like she spent every waking hour studying..  Emma, on the other hand, was across the hall in her room, maybe packing but probably sleeping at this hour.  Tomorrow was the final day she’d be staying at his apartment, unless he broke up with Claire and gave her a reason to say with him permanently.

       The days had come and gone since Emma’s ultimatum.   He’d given her words much thought but been too paralyzed to make up his mind in any coherent way.  Thinking about choosing between Emma and Claire made him an unbearable mix of guilty, horny, angry and sad.  Every waking moment felt like a self-imposed agony and his procrastination only served to fester his emotions and multiply the stress of his decision.

       And he wasn’t handling the stress well, he knew that much.  He wasn’t sleeping.  He could hardly bring himself to leave the apartment out of fear that Emma might not be there when he returned.  He constantly felt starving, yet nothing he ate ever seemed to quell his hunger.  

       Was there some rational way to make up his mind?  Was there an obvious answer he was not seeing?  Was it so wrong to wish for the best of both worlds?

       Amidst his troubled thoughts and the irritating feelings plaguing his conscience, somehow beyond all odds, for the first time in weeks, Paul fell into a deep sleep.  He’d hoped the sweet escape of sleep would save him from the troubles of his waking dilemma, but it seemed his unconscious brain had other ideas.  There would be no escape for Paul in his dreams tonight.  Before he lost any semblance of conscious control, Paul recognized the scene forming before him.  It was a moment pulled right from the depths of his unconscious memory.  Perhaps that’s what happens when you are nearing the end, you start thinking about the very beginning…



       It was a slow night at the bar, rather typical for the small establishment during the week, but not for a Friday night.  Apparently, there was some big concert going on down by the university, that’s where all the students were.  That’s where all the business was.  Paul could have frankly cared less.  He didn’t much enjoy being a bartender anyway.  Less customers to serve meant more time to draw.  He loved sketching patron’s faces on napkins when he had the time.  It was good practice, and a fun way to pass the time on his shift.  Besides, the bartender currently on shift with him, Rick, didn’t mind handling what little business they were getting tonight since Paul had offered him the lion’s share of the tips.

       With his responsibilities covered, Paul’s attention tonight was on a girl who’d stumbled into the bar roughly 15 minutes ago.  At first, he paid her little mind, she looked like a typical college girl on her way to the concert.  She had a lot of makeup on.  Her long dark hair was done in a rather elaborate style.  She was wearing a white crop top that had a rather high neck sleeve and a pair of tight-looking high-waisted jeans that hugged her pear-shaped figure in all the right ways.  Sitting down, the outfit clearly exposed the girl’s rather soft looking waist.  It was probably a classic case of a girl who’d gained the freshman 15 and never lost it.  She was cute, but a little too skinny for Paul’s tastes.

       However, upon closer inspection, something stood out to Paul.  She was alone.  She wasn’t playing on her phone.  She was just sitting at a table, staring motionlessly at the glass of rum and coke Rick had brought her minutes before.  Paul had completed a whole sketch of her sitting there on a napkin before he realized tears were starting to fall from her cheeks.  He looked at the sketch he’d done of the girl and realized there was an emotion he’d been able to capture in his art.  The girl looked lost.  In pain.  Beautiful, but hopeless.  

       He’d been too blinded by the alluring symmetry of her face to realize it before.  He felt bad for the girl, it was never nice seeing someone looking so sad.  Deciding to show her a little kindness, Paul quickly jotted something on the napkin, and grabbed a large slice of cake from the fridge behind the bar.  He needed to warm it up quickly in the microwave and grab a scoop of ice cream, but such tasks only took Paul a few moments to complete.

       She wasn’t looking at him while he approached the table, too consumed in her own thoughts or something like that.  He stood next to her for a moment, but she didn’t even turn her head to look at him.  Clearing his throat to give her fair warning, Paul placed the plate of cake in front of the girl.

        “One slice of chocolate lava cake, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top, for the lovely lady at table three.”  Paul smoothly explained, as he watched the girl turn toward him in surprise.

       “I.. *sniff* didn’t order this.”  She sobbed looking more confused than sad for the moment.

       “You didn’t?”  Paul pretended to act surprised with a shrug.  The girl looked way more attractive close up, although her tears had caused lines of makeup to begin smearing around her eyes.

       “No..”  The young lady shook her head innocently.

       “Oh.  My mistake, it’s on the house then.”  Paul kindly smiled, while he handed the girl the fork and she cautiously accepted it.

       “Really?”  She questioned in a slightly more cheerful tone.  Paul nodded assuredly and for the first time he saw this girl smile.  She had the most beautiful smile Paul had ever seen.  The fact he’d caused this girl to feel even an instant of joy was a victory he’d take with him back to the bar.  He took a step backward to leave the girl be, and she said a polite, “Thank you.”

       “Yeah, no problem.”  Paul nodded before pulling out a napkin and motioning toward his eyes with a wink, “Here’s a napkin if you need it.”

       “Thanks,” The girl blushed, as she quickly accepted Paul’s napkin and dabbed some tears and makeup from her eyes.  While she did that, Paul was able to steal a quick glance of her soft midriff.  She had such a cute little gut, although gazing a little bit lower Paul realized the pear-shaped beauty was sitting on a solidly chunky butt.  He had clearly underestimated how much extra weight she was carrying on her frame.  Up close it didn’t look like a case of the freshman 15, judging from the way her pudgy gut forcefully pressed against her waistband and how fully her legs appeared to fill out her tight jeans, maybe she’d gained the freshman 15 and then the sophomore 10 on top of that.

       Paul knew he couldn’t idle in his imagination.  He didn’t want to risk coming off as a weirdo.  So instead of prolonging the encounter with a potentially budding chubbette, Paul returned to the bar to see the smiling face of Rick looking back at him.

       “Is that cake coming out of your paycheck?”  Rick joked, as Paul shrugged.

       “I guess so.”  Paul replied before returning to his spot at the corner of the bar away from everybody else.

       He glanced over to the girl at table three and was pleased to see she was eating the cake, if a little slowly.  The girl had a very gentle and methodical manner of indulging the sweet tooth Paul figured she had to possess to account for her currently well-fed looking figure.  His intention had been to cheer her up, but deep down he liked the idea of imagining the soft looking college coed gaining an even heftier gut.  She was cute now, but if she was a little fatter, she’d be simply irresistible.

       He watched from afar, while the girl neatly ate and leisurely savored each individual bite of the dessert.  She clearly was no slob.  Paul would have loved to see the girl gobble down the fattening treat as quickly and as sloppily as she could, but to his surprise, there was something almost equally as satisfying as seeing her go about pigging out in her own way.  After all, the end result was still the same, it took some extra time, but she still polished off the whole slice of cake and even the majority of her drink.

       Paul watched the pear-shaped beauty lean back in her chair and try to adjust the waistline of her tight jeans.  Her little starter gut must have expanded to accommodate the fattening treat Paul had given her.  Hoping to see if she’d unbutton her pants in order to give herself more room to breathe, Paul was distracted by a crowd of regulars nosily entering the bar.  Against his wishes he was forced to help Rick with some orders.  By the time he finished sorting everything out, he looked to steal another glance at table three, but to his dismay the bottom heavy girl with the cute little gut was gone.

       “Excuse me.”  A cautious feminine voice softly spoke into Paul’s left ear, “Did you draw this?”

       He nearly flinched out of sheer surprise, but Paul able to contain himself, quickly realizing with some degree of enjoyment that the girl at table three had approached the bar right across from where he’d been sitting and drawing.  She was holding the napkin he’d given her.  He was wondering how she’d react when she noticed.

       “Umm, yeah.  I did.”  Paul nodded playing it cool.  Underneath the little portrait he’d drawn of her, he’d written in large letters, *I hope you feel better*

       “You are *sniff* so kind.  I really appreciate it, but..”  The girl paused clearly trying not to break down and cry in front of Paul.  He clearly could see that he’d upset her somehow and was about to apologize when she continued, “this is *sniff* beautiful.  But..  I’m not..  This isn’t what I look like.  My makeup’s a mess, my hair is frizzy, I feel so bloated and..”

       “I draw what I see.”  Paul cut her off, countering the crying girl a bit firmly.  Pointing at his drawing he confidently proclaimed, “That’s how you look like to me.”

       “Awe!”  She blushed, while more tears fell down the side of her cheek, “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard in a long time.. *Sniff*”

       “Are you okay?”  Paul asked in concern, as a few other people at the bar turned their attention to the girl crying in the corner with him.

       The girl didn’t respond, she just sobbed.

       “I’m sorry..”  Paul gently spoke, as he gently placed his hand on her shoulder apologetically.

       “No, I’m happy.”  She assured him, while she wiped her face with her arm and truly smudged her makeup something fierce.

       “But I made you cry?”  Paul with some concern, as he brought arm back to his side.

       “I cry a lot.”  The girl assured him, while she inspected again what Paul had drawn for her, “I can keep this?”

       “Sure, frame it if you want.”  Paul joked, as he looked toward the regulars at the bar.  It appeared they’d gone back to ignoring them.  Turning his attention back to the pretty girl in front of him, Paul watched while she appeared to fawn over his drawing.

       “How much do I owe you?”  She appeared to seriously ask much to Paul’s surprise.

       “It’s free.  Keep it.”  Paul responded, as he was able to contain his urge to laugh.  How drunk did this girl have to be to think so highly of his talents?

       “It’s free??”  The girl echoed in disbelief.

       “You’d actually be willing to pay for that?”  Paul wondered, while he skeptically raised an eyebrow.

       “Duh, it’s like a professional portrait.”  She responded in an innocent tone.

       “I drew it on a napkin.”  Paul reminded her.

       “So?  I’m still going to frame it.”  The young lady assured him.

       “Haha,” Paul laughed unable to suppress a smile.

       “You don’t think I will, but I’m going to.”  The girl grunted, while she finally gave up on standing and sat down on the stool across from Paul and crossed her arms.

       “I believe you.”  Paul responded in a serious tone.

       “Then why were you chuckling?”  She questioned earnestly.

       “I don’t know.”  Paul shrugged, “I don’t usually come across people who appreciate my art.”

      “You’re kidding.”  The girl replied before excitedly bursting, “You could be the next Picasso!”

       “I don’t do cubism.”  Paul responded a bit quieter, while he scanned the room and saw noisy regulars avoid eye contact.  People were clearly eavesdropping again, but this girl appeared to have no idea.

       “Huh?”  The girl muttered in confusion.  Did she not know what Picasso was famous for?  Was she just name dropping the only famous artist she could think of?  Looking at the girl, Paul realized the innocence in her voice wasn’t an act.

       “I mean, that’s very flattering.”  Paul corrected his tone, as he pondered if this girl was actually of legal drinking age, “Thank you.”

       In response, the girl smiled wider than last time, “You’re welcome.”

       Paul returned her smile before scanning the bar again.  Rick looked swamped for the moment.  Paul took a step to the side and was about to pardon himself from this conversation, but the girl quickly yelped, “Wait!”

       “Yeah?”  Paul responded a little surprised.

       “Where are you going?”  The girl wondered.

       “I’m working, I’ve got to help other customers.  You have your drink.”  Paul pointed to her half empty rum and coke, “I’ll check on you in a little bit.”

       In response, the girl quickly brought the class to her lips and gulped down her drink until it was empty.  Gently pushing the glass toward Paul, the girl politely giggled, “I need another, pleaseee!”

       “Woah, slow down there.”  Paul smiled, as he realized this girl actually wanted to talk to him, “Why do you want a drink so bad anyway?”

       The girl didn’t say anything, she just shrugged.

       “Let me guess, break up?”  Paul inquired, as the girl’s jaw dropped.

       “How’d you know?”  She responded sounding a bit impressed, but also surprised.

        “Lucky guess.”  Paul shrugged trying to play it cool.  It was actually pretty obvious.  Pointing to the wall of liquor behind him, Paul asked, “So, what do you want?”

       “Surprise me.”  The girl grinned, while her innocent eyes remained locked on Paul’s.

       “What kind of break up was it?”  Paul asked.

       “Excuse me?”  She gulped looking uncomfortable.

       “Different breakups require different drinks.”  Paul explained trying to keep the conversation light.

       “What do you mean?”  She burst a little loudly with some interest.

       “I’ll give you an example.”  Paul began, “Say you’ve done everything you can to save your relationship, and it’s still not working.  Or maybe, you just realized you deserve better.  Either way, the breakup is on your terms.  You know the, *it’s not me, it’s you* kind of breakup.”

       “Umm-hmm.”  The girl hummed attentively.

       “If that’s the breakup you’ve just been through, you need Red Bull vodka.”  Paul declared, while he grabbed both a Red Bull from the fridge below the bar and some of the better vodka they had lying around, as well a glass to mix them.

       “Why?”  She asked with wonder in her eyes.

       “Because, Red Bull gives you wings, and let’s face it.  You’re fly as hell.”  Paul winked at the girl, as he slid the glass to her.

       “Hahaha!”  The girl burst with an uncontrollable laugh.  She quickly placed her hands over her mouth and got herself under control, but it was clear to Paul she was having a good time.

       “The Red Bull keeps you going, while the vodka makes it easier to announce you’re single and ready to mingle.”  Paul explained, as he motioned for Claire do taste it, “Once you drink this, you’ve got no excuse but to go out on the town and blow off some steam.”

       Paul watched, while the girl tentatively tasted what Paul had made for her, “That’s good.”

       “I’m glad,” Paul smiled, as his attention once again was pulled to the amassing number of costumers that Rick was struggling to serve on his own.  He needed to help.  Smiling politely, Paul told the cute young woman, “I’ll be back to check on you in a minute.”

       “Wait!”  She burst rather loudly, while she raised the glass to her lips and began drinking like her life depended on it.  Paul watched with a rising concern, as the slightly pudgy young lady polished off the drink, placed the glass gently on the table and smiled at him joyfully, “I need another.”

       “You don’t wanna drink those too fast.”  Paul cautioned, as he surmised that the girl might be trying to impress him by downing the liquor he was giving her.  He knew that was probably a bad idea for the girl.

       “No.  I need another drink.  I wasn’t the one doing the dumping.  I got dumped.”  The girl explained, while she blinked rather slowly.  Maybe the alcohol she just chugged was hitting her.

       “Ohh,” Paul nodded his head, “Promise me you’ll drink the next one slowly and I’ll try and see if I can help you out.”

       “Scouts honor.”  The girl sweetly proclaimed.

       “Alright, I kinda had a feeling you got dumped, but didn’t want to assume.  In my professional opinion, you’re suffering from..”  Paul paused, as he leaned closer to the girl’s face and pretended like he was reading her mind, “The ghosting breakup.”

       “Hahaa, what’s thatt?”  The girl giggled, while she seemed to be a little flustered by Paul getting close.

       “Really?  Everybody’s either been ghosted, ghosted someone else or knows someone who’d been ghosted.”  Paul doubted, as he waited to see if this girl was messing with him.

       She didn’t say anything in response, but she shook her head ‘no’ so fiercely that she nearly lost her balance and slid off her stool.  Paul managed to contain his urge to chuckle.  This girl was getting quite silly, but he tried to stay serious.

       “Okay, it usually happens in a ‘friends with benefits’ situation, when you're with someone you only call when you’re wasted or lonely.  You know?”  Paul explained, while the girl looked lost again.

       She shook her head ‘no’ but much more carefully this time.

       “You know like, you like each other, but not really quite enough to commit to each other.”  Paul continued, while the girl continued to give him a blank expression, “It’s like when you like keeping your options open, but hey, you have needs.”

       “I’m NOT thatt kind of giiirl.”  She proclaimed, while Paul sensed that the alcohol was finally hitting her.

       “Good for you.”  Paul smiled secretly approving of this girl’s lifestyle, “In that case, I’m also going to take a leap and say that what you’re going through wasn’t mutual.  Right?”

       “Riight!”  The girl nodded, while her eyes seemed glued to Paul’s face.

       “Good, cause we don’t actually serve wine here.”  Paul joked, as the girl chuckled so fast, she nearly let out a big snort.  Either he was being funny, or she was getting drunk, or maybe both.  Either way, he was enjoying this conversation.

       “Soo.. aree youu that kind of a guyy?”  She asked, while Paul scratched his head.

       “Huh?”  Paul muttered trying to follow what she was saying.

       “Thatt goes around ghossting girlss?”  The girl explained, while she clearly slurred some of her words.

       “Not me, I’m old fashion, but to each his own.”  Paul responded, as he noted that the girl looked pleased.  Trying to get his train of thought back on track, Paul said, “Enough about me, let’s get back to you.”

       “Okayy!”  The girl happily smiled.

       “What was his name?”  Paul asked, as her smile quickly vanished.

       “*Sniff* Tom.”  She pouted childishly.

       “I swear, guy’s whose names start with ‘T’ are the worst.”  Paul joked, as he got a smile out of the pretty girl again.

       “Soo..  What’ss yourr namee?”  The girl warmly asked.  Her voice was overflowing in curiosity.  Paul had half a mind to point to the nametag he was wearing, but he thought better of it.  Clearly the girl wasn’t very observant, and he didn’t want to embarrass her.  Or maybe..  Maybe there was a reason she hadn’t noticed the nametag.  Did she find him attractive?  She had to.  It was the only way to explain how she hadn’t noticed his nametag despite clearly eyeing him up for the past few minutes.

       “I’m Paul.”  Paul stated frankly, “And yours?” 

       “I’m Clairee.”  She smiled, while her eyes suddenly widened with a hint of alarm, “I mean Amber!  My names Amberr, I swear!  Scoutss honor!”

       Paul leaned closer to the flustered young woman and whispered, “Is that what it says on your fake ID?”

       She nodded with such an authentic guilty expression that Paul couldn’t help but smile at her.  She was so cute.  A little pudgy and very innocence.  It was a surprisingly attractive combination.

       “Don’t worry about it, Claire.”  Paul assured her, as Claire seemed very appreciative, “but I think you just gave me the key to diagnosing what you’re suffering from and what will cure it.”

       Claire looked to be at a loss for words.

       “He was your first love?”  Paul guessed.

       She nodded.  Her eyes were watery again.

       “That one hurts, and it hurts bad.  You don't know how to cope with your feelings, and absolutely none of your friends understand.”  Paul explained, while he watched a tear fall from Claire’s cheek.

       She bit her lip and nodded in silent agreement.

        “It feels like your world is over.”  Paul sensitively continued, “For me, that happened before I was legally able to drink.  So, I had to ask my older brother to buy me something.”

       “What’d he buy youu?”  Claire asked with an interested stare.

       “A handle of vodka.”  Paul proclaimed with a shrug, “It tasted disgusting because he’d bought a cheap bottle and pocketed the rest of the cash I gave him, but I was too young to know the difference.  And frankly, I didn’t care.  All I wanted to do was forget and numb the pain in my broken heart, because..”

       “You felt likee, *sniff* likee your world was crashing down around youu?  And you knew you’d NEVER find lovee again??”  Claire emotionally burst, while the tears started flowing down her cheeks.  Paul had to admit he wouldn’t have phrased it that way, but he nodded anyway, and she seemed to deeply appreciate it.  Abruptly standing up and leaning over the bar, Claire wrapped her arms around Paul and gave him a desperate drunken hug while she cried, “*Sniff!* That’s EXACTLY how I feel!”

       “Let it all out.”  Paul consoled her, as he patted her on the back.

       “I mean, how could he do this??”  Claire sobbed, while she tightened her grip around Paul.

       “He’s an idiot.”  He assured her.

       “Like, is there something wrong with me??”  Claire gushed with self-consciousness.

       “Absolutely not.”  Paul declared.

       “Then why am I not good enough for him??”  Claire pouted, while Paul took a breath before responding.

       “You are good enough for anyone.  He was just too blind to see that.”  Paul explained, as Claire let go of her tight grip and slowly leaned away slightly to stare into Paul’s eyes.  It looked like she wanted him to say something else.  So, Paul obliged her, “Want my advice?”

        “Umm-hmm.”  Claire nodded, while she bit her lower lip.

       “You need something strong.”  Paul declared, as he grabbed a bottle to the left of him and Claire let go of him and returned to her stool in curiosity.

       “Yeah?”  Claire responded affirmatively, while she watched Paul grab a new glass for her.

       “You need to be able to feel that burn in your chest when you take a shot because deep down you are pissed!  Betrayal hurts, and the burning simulates the hell you're about to raise tonight!”  Paul bellowed with more enthusiasm, as he tried to encourage the upset budding plumpette.

       “Yeah!”  Claire cheered, while she latched onto Paul’s charisma.

       “You need tequila!”  Paul roared, as he could see the girl’s mood improving with every word.

       “Yeeahh!!”  Claire yelped with joy before suddenly realizing, “I’ve never had tequila.”

       “Then I’ll do the first shot with you.”  Paul responded enthusiastically in a show of solidarity.  He quickly grabbed himself a shot glass and poured himself one.  Picking up the glass and offering Claire a ‘cheers’ he asked, “Ready?”

       “Ready!”  Claire burst, while she tapped Paul’s shot glass and nearly made him spill the tequila.

      “To giving zero fucks about Tom!”  Paul shouted, as he downed the shot.

      “Fuck Tom!”  Claire roared in a very tipsy manner before drinking the shot and loudly coughing, “Oh-MY-god!  Ahh!  OH-my-GOD!  It really does burn!!”

      “Feel the burn.”  Paul tried to calm her, as he patted her on the shoulder, “The burn’s going to help you feel better”

       Looking uncomfortable, Claire gave him a thumbs up before coughing some more.

       “Don’t worry the tequila will start working quickly.”  Paul assured her.

       “Thank youu.”  Claire bellowed very tipsily, while she leaned close enough to Paul to delicately plant a tequila-soaked kiss on his cheek.

       Paul didn’t know how to react; he hadn’t expected that at all.  And now the girl was just sitting in front of him and smiling like a giddy schoolgirl.  Trying to sound cool and collected, Paul said in a supportive tone, “Now, find a place with some loud music.  A spot with other students your age and let loose.  How about you go to that concert?”

       “Okayy!”  Claire chirped, while she spun around in her stool and briefly stumbled forward before darting forward.  Paul watched the girl’s chunky butt gently bounce with every drunken leap she took toward the door with a certain enjoyment.  However, before she got there, she turned around and tipsily hurried back to the bar.

       “Did you forget your purse or something?”  Paul smiled trying to keep his eyes on the girl’s face and not on her tantalizingly plump little gut.

       “I forgot myy napkin.”  Claire declared sounding a little out of breath, while she sweetly cradled it in her arms, and tucked it into the pocket of her tight jeans, “I’ve still gotta framee it.”

       “That’s right.  How could I forget?”  Paul smiled, as he felt a profound sense of dread.  He enjoyed talking to this girl and he knew she’d be leaving any moment.  Trying to sound happy, Paul said, “Have fun tonight Claire.”

       “Do..  Umm..”  She blushed, while she broke eye contact with him for the first time since they began their conversation, “Would you wanna..  maybe..  come with mee?”

       “I’d love to.”  Paul burst before he remembered, “but I’ve got work.  I can’t leave.”  

       “Oh..”  Claire sullenly gulped, “Okay.”

       Any other words they traded before Claire headed out were lost on him.  He’d stopped listening.  He remembered watching that sweet girl walk out the bar without him.  It felt like he was making the biggest mistake of his life.  What if that girl was his future?  And plus, she’d eaten every last crumb of that cake..  She’d probably become beautifully overweight with the right encouragement..  Adorably pudgy and angelically innocent, he couldn’t let a girl like that pass him by.

       He called to Rick and asked him to cover for him.  He hurried to the edge of the bar.  If he ran, he could catch her!  However, before he could turn the corner of the bar, a portly patron wrapped her meaty arm around his slim waist and prevented him from leaving.  Paul turned to confront this unwanted obstacle but froze once he saw her face.  He knew this girl.  She was so very familiar.  So, very fat..

       “You really going to let that girl walk away?”  The beautiful obese piglet snobbishly asked in her typical snarky tone, as she firmly wrapped her arms around Paul’s lean body and hugged him tightly.  Trapping him in her cushy embrace.

       “Emma??”  Paul gasped, while his feet ceased to function.  He tried to back away, but it was like he was cemented in place.  Her grip was too tight.  Growling in anguish, Paul desperately barked, “Let go, I can still catch her!”

       Suddenly the backdrop of the bar faded away.  He was in his apartment with Emma.  She was naked on the couch and he was naked on top of her.  She’d grown even fatter in size, and so had he.  Her expression silently begged for him to bear his weight down upon her, and he craved to give her exactly what she wanted while their bellies lay smothered against one another.

       “What are you waiting for?”  Emma asked in a tone that could have tempted the very gods of love, “Haven’t I been a good piggy?  Isn’t it time for my reward??  Wake up!!  Haven’t you made me wait long enough???”

       “Wake up!”

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Chapter 11- Reckoning
(Part 2 of 5)


       “Ahh!” Paul groaned, as he jolted awake from a dream that had felt far too real.  Opening his eyes, he felt a beam of morning light glare against his face.  He hands shielded him from the brightness while they groggily tried to rub the blur from his vision.  Blinking a couple of times before relaxing and staring at his ceiling, Paul tried to gather his bearings.  He quickly sprawled his arms and legs out in an effort to stretch, and then he began to sit up.  In doing so he became acuity aware of two things.  First, his blob of a gut was still bloated from his late-night snack and made sitting up far more difficult than he would have cared to admit.  And second, he was sporting a serious case of morning wood.  

       “About time you woke up.”  Emma’s voice echoed from the corner of Paul’s room, while his eyes turned toward the doorway of his bedroom with lightning speed and alarm.  Sure enough, his obese feedee was standing there in stretchy grey sweatpants and an overly tight tank top.

       “Christ!  You’re going to give me a heart attack.”  Paul spat, as he leaned against his headboard and relaxed his taxed stomach muscles.

       “You don’t have to spaz out!  It’s just me.”  Emma responded seemingly annoyed with him.

       “What are you doing?”  Paul questioned in a tone mirroring Emma’s.

       “What am I doing?”  Emma asked mockingly, while she pointed at herself by poking the center of her expansive fat belly, “You left your phone in the kitchen and your alarm has been ringing for fifteen minutes!”

       “Oh.  Sorry.”  Paul grumbled feeling now that Emma’s intrusion wasn’t unwarranted.

       “It’s okay.”  Emma responded in a calmer tone, as she tossed Paul’s phone onto his bed and muttered, “Claire texted you.”

       “Did you..”  Paul began not wanting to accuse Emma of anything, but knowing Emma’s snoopy nature he had to ask, “Did you go through my phone?”

       “I my defense..”  Emma began to say looking guilty.

       “Emma, come on!”  Paul grunted in annoyance.

       “You know I can’t help myself.”  Emma pleaded in her defense, as she waddled toward Paul, sat herself on the bed next to him, and firmly poked him while she said, “If anything, you’re the reason I don’t have any self-control anymore.”

       Paul could feel Emma’s weight sinking the side of the bed next to him.  As his eyes indulged her fattened figure, he tried his best to keep his mind on their conversation, “Whatever.  What did she say then?”

       “She said dinner at 5 would work.”  Emma revealed, as she sent Paul a sad facial expression.

       “What?”  Paul muttered softly in response to her emotion.

       “Don’t make me ask.”  Emma frustratedly respond, as she broke eye contact for an instant.

       “I haven’t made up my mind yet.”  Paul repeated the same thing he said every time Emma prodded it out of him.

       “Then what’s your plan here, huh?  Cause the second I fall asleep tonight..  I’m not looking back.”  Emma grunted with some vulnerability in her voice, “You know that, right?”

       “I know damnit.  I know.”  Paul muttered, while he rubbed his temple.  His headache was starting up again.

       “Then what are you going to do?  Just tell me.”  Emma pleaded, “Don’t keep me hanging like this.”

       “I don’t know what to do okay!?  Part of me is positive that I love Claire and another part of me is positive that..”  Paul hesitated, while Emma turned her lusciously fat body toward him.

      “What?”  Emma chirped with an inkling of hope in her eyes.

       “That I can’t live without having you in my life.”  Paul admitted, while Emma leaned into him and smothered him with a hug.  Getting his arms around her thick sides, Paul continued, “I’m crazy about you Emma.  I can’t get you out of my head.  I love you too.”

       “I know.”  Emma happily sighed, “That’s how I feel about you.”

       “That’s why I feel like I’m going to explode.  My heart is being pulled in two different directions.  I feel like I’m being torn apart from the inside out.  I don’t know what to do.  I don’t know how to choose.  The last thing I want to do is hurt anyone I love.”  Paul lamented, while Emma wobbled backwards on Paul’s bed and created some space between them.

       “You look stressed.”  Emma honestly pointed out.

       “I am stressed.”  Paul nodded.  He could tell the look upon Emma’s face was one of concern for him.  And then she got that smirk..

       “Relax, will you?”  Emma began to jokingly taunt, while her wry sense of humor took over, “It’s not like this decision is gonna haunt you forever.”

       Paul couldn’t help, but scoff at the poor taste of Emma’s tone, she was trying to make light of something that weighed on him every day like a ton of bricks.  Picking his words probably a bit too intensely, Paul responded, “Do you enjoy seeing me suffer?”  

       “Haha, how do you think I feel about this?  I’m suffering right along with you.”  Emma burst in what honestly seemed like a mix between laughing and pouting, “I’ve never let somebody in my head like I’ve let you in, and I know it’s the same for you.  Do you think I want to lose that?”

       Paul didn’t know how to respond.  She was right.  This had to be painful for her too.  She looked so vulnerable sitting across from him on the bed.  She’d really opened up to him.  Trusted him.  She’d surrendered herself to his will and now she needed to know if her trust had been worth it.  However, it wasn’t that simple.

       Paul wanted to tell Emma exactly what she wanted to hear, but he knew he felt exactly the same way about Claire.  And so, he had to stay his tongue, lest he betray the feelings that lay tangled within his heart.  She was waiting on him.  Even now on the bed, she was waiting on him.  Without anything else to say, Paul muttered the only thing left on his mind, “You’ve gotten fatter.”

       “Don’t.”  Emma smiled, as her face momentarily lit up before shelling up in defense, “Don’t try and get out of this by turning me on with your fat talk.”

       “Have you been gaining on purpose?”  Paul inquired, while his body felt starved.  The only thing he wanted to do right now was touch and inspect Emma’s expansive mounds of fatty flesh she’d added to her obese figure.

       “No.  Well..  Kinda.”  Emma answered with some uncertainty in her voice.  Seeing Paul’s genuine confusion, she elaborated, “If I get horny, I get hungry..  And when I get hungry, I get horny.. and I like how fat I’ve gotten..  So that turns me on too.  Getting dressed, trying to squeeze into all the clothes I’ve outgrown..  Mhh..  Getting winded just from pleasuring myself..  It’s a vicious cycle.”

       “You look good.”  Paul sincerely expressed, while a grin emerged from his lips, “You’re a true spoiled piggy.”

       “You’re bad.”  Emma smiled, as she tried to hold in a joyful laugh, “Gosh, you’re so bad.”

       “What?”  Paul muttered innocently.

       “You’re turning me on.”  Emma pointed out in a frank manner, before putting some sass back into her voice, “Don’t go teasing this fatty unless you’re prepared to do something about it.”

       “Alright, sorry.”  Paul smiled, while he reached under the covers and adjusted his tight boxers, so he’d feel more comfortable.

       “hmm..”  Emma hummed, as she watched Paul with a devious twinkle in her eyes.

       “What?”  Paul questioned noticing her look.

       “Did you just touch yourself?”  Emma quietly asked in a horny and hopeful tone that conveyed to Paul that she was looking for him to answer in the affirmative.

       “No, I was adjusting my..”  Paul tried to deny, while Emma impatiently tried to tug Paul’s covers away from him.  He managed to hold on to them just before Emma would have exposed his boxers. 

       “Is big fat ME turning you on?”  Emma excitedly inquired, as she unsophisticatedly yanked much harder on the covers and exposed what Paul was trying to hide.

       “Emma!”  Paul chastised, while his feedee gawked at what his was tight boxers couldn’t conceal below the belt.

       “Wow!  Someone’s sporting a real sausage sunrise!”  Emma teased in a delighted tone, as she appeared to slowly maneuver her hand forward to touch it. 

       “Quit it.”  Paul countered, while he nudged her hand away and she playfully appeared to pout before letting out a devious smile.  She was clearly enjoying this.  Paul still couldn’t get over her choice of words, “Who even calls it that?”

       Ignoring his question completely, Emma crawled toward Paul, heaving her big belly over his legs, and hornily admitted, “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

       “And you’re cute when you gobble down breakfast.  How about we get something to eat?”  Paul offered trying to change the subject, while Emma leaned over, pinning his legs with her vastly overfed frame.

       “I’m in the mood for some sausage sunrise.”  Emma evilly played, as her hand grasped Paul’s waistband and she tried to sneak a peak at what Paul was trying to hide.

       “I think all the junk food is going to your head.”  Paul cautioned her, while his hands quickly grabbed Emma’s and forced her to look upward.  However, rather than meet his gaze, Emma’s eyes lingered on his exposed stomach.  She got that devilish little grin again.

       “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s been overdoing with the junk food lately.”  Emma smiled, as she smugly pinched Paul’s bloated stomach, “I don’t remember your gut being quite so big before Paul.  Is this Claire’s handywork?”

       “Stop.”  Paul spat in an authoritative and angry tone that Emma very quickly responded to.

       “What?  You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”  Emma pouted, as she let go of him, and frowned.

       “Give me a break.”  Paul muttered, while he took a shallow breath.

       “Fine.”  Emma grunted, as she plopped next to Paul and let out her first words that didn’t sound tainted by her lust, “I’m nervous.”

       “Me too.”  Paul admitted, while he rested a hand on Emma’s belly and softly gave her a rub.

       “You really don’t have your mind made up?”  Emma asked again sounding worried.

       “I don’t know how I could..”  Paul began before a lump in his throat stopped him.  How the heck could he choose between them?  It wasn’t possible to make up his mind with so little time left!  Deciding to save face in front of Emma, Paul continued, “I’ll figure it out.  I’ll know when I see her tonight.”

       “Okay.”  Emma accepted Paul’s shaky answer without feeling like her concerns were alleviated.

       “Thanks.”  Paul sighed, while he and Emma just stayed still for a few silent moments.  Both of them had a lot on their minds.  Since Paul couldn’t find the words, it was Emma who broke the silence.

       “Paul?”  Emma sensitively cooed.

       “Yeah?”  Paul acknowledged, while he turned his head toward his feedee.

       “On the bright side.  No matter what happens.  At least we know you’ll end up with a great girl.”  Emma weakly smiled.

       “You’re both better than I deserve.”  Paul stoutly answered unable to look Emma in the eye when he said it.

       Emma was a little shocked by Paul’s defeated sounding tone.  Seeing him so down really made her feel bad too.  Trying to perk him up, she nudged him and blurted the first uncensored thought that came to her mind.

       “Paul, when we met, I was in a bad place..  I wasn’t happy with my life.  I tried not to show it, but I was really hurting inside.”  Emma slowly spoke.  Once she saw that Paul’s eyes return to her, she continued, “And.. you got me out of it.  Everything felt worthless..  I felt worthless.  But you changed that.  You’ve helped me find more joy than I thought I deserved.”

       “Really?”  Paul muttered a little skeptically.

       “Really!  So, believe me when I say, you don’t know what you deserve.”  Emma concluded more firmly, as she decided to ride this random wave of certainty that had just overcame her, “And when you don’t know what you deserve, you’ll be willing to settle for less.  I’ve been there before.  I’ve made that mistake.  So, trust me when I say that you deserve everything you want.”

       “Emma.  That’s the problem.  I’m in love with two people.  I want both of you.”  Paul clearly articulated, while his words seemed to disagree with Emma.

       “No, your problem’s either that you’re afraid to admit to yourself who you really want, or you really don’t know what the hell you want.”  Emma sensitively declared, “I sure as hell hope it’s the former, because if you don’t know what you want, no amount of soul searching will ever help you choose between me and Claire.”

        Paul didn’t know what to say.  She was right.

       Seeing that Paul looked befuddled, Emma slowly began to roll herself out of his bed.  Once she lumbered to her feet, she explained, “I’m gonna get some liquor for tonight.  So, if you wanna join me later, I’ll be here waiting.”  

       “Okay.”  Paul nodded, while his mind lingered on what she’d just said.

       “Good luck,” Emma muttered before leaving the room in a sullen waddle.

       “Thanks.”  Paul echoed, as his brain suddenly fired on all cylinders.

       Maybe he’d been approaching this the wrong way from the start.  He couldn’t choose between Emma and Claire because they’d both been fulfilling him in different ways.  He’d seen choosing one over the other as losing out on half of what made him feel whole.  But what kind of rationale was that?  That’s not how the world worked.

       He couldn’t choose between them.  He wouldn’t.  He’d let fate decide.  Fate had brought Claire into his life, and fate would decide if she stayed.  He needed a sign.  

       He remembered his dream, and he recalled his original plan to propose..  and the cake..  Yes!  It would be the perfect sign!  If Claire ordered dessert at dinner he’d propose.  He’d commit right then and there.  If she indulged in her dessert tonight like she did when they first met, it would be a sign that she was indeed fated to be the pampered and helplessly fat wife he’d always craved.  She’d be destined to be the muse of his deepest fantasies and he’d be her ever loving and caring husband, tending to her every need.  In Paul’s mind the die was cast.  Claire would play an active part in deciding her destiny.  It would be her choice.  Not his!

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Chapter 11- Reckoning
(Part 3 of 5)


       Paul prepared for his crucial night with the upmost care.  First, he secured a dinner reservation at one of the city’s highest quality Italian restaurants.  He even made detailed arrangements for the ring to be brought out only if Claire order dessert.  He was relieved the establishment was delighted to accommodate.  Paul had been very clear with them and he was positive they’d heed the elaborate nature of his request.

       The upscale nature of the restaurant required a certain attire that Paul was not accustom to donning.  Either way, he knew he’d never hear the end of it if he proposed in sweats, so after lunch Paul dug into his closet to find his dress clothes.  The last time he’d worn them had been during a roleplaying session with his feedee that he remembered quite fondly.  After a few minutes searching, he found a button-down shirt, some nice dress pants, shoes, socks, and his nice jacket.  There was just one.. well a few problems..

       “Ugh!  Come on!”  Paul’s belabored voice grunted, while his arms struggled to button down his shirt across his stomach.  No matter how hard he tried it seemed that the last four buttons of his shirt, every button below the apex of his stomach, refused to button.  He’d already drained his lungs of air and was sucking in his stomach to the best of his abilities.  He felt that if he took in a big breath of air, he might just snap all the buttons clean off their seams.  His shirt was the biggest article of clothing he had, and if it didn’t fit, there was no point in even trying the pants or belt.

       Pausing for a moment, Paul realized the irony of his situation.  If Claire or Emma were the ones struggling with their wardrobe, he’d be positively drooling head over heels.  Yet with the shoe on the other foot, he could only fester uncomfortably in a sullen anger.  He’d gained weight.  He hadn’t weighed himself, and he didn’t intend to, but he knew.  He’d known for a while, but it hadn’t mattered.  He had Emma positively gorging herself around him all the time, she’d beefed up far more than he had.  And yet now, faced with the prospect of having outgrown his only fancy clothes, he was embarrassed.  Embarrassed he hadn’t done something when he’d seen the signs.  And angry.  Not so much angry with himself, but angry that Claire wasn’t bigger than him.

       Looking at his reflection in the mirror hanging in his closet door, Paul scowled at himself.  He looked ridiculous.  His hands grasped his fleshy stomach in disgust.  Claire was supposed to be the fat one in their relationship, not him.  And yet, she was fit and trim and he’d become softer and thicker, especially around his gut.  The reversal was hard to take.  If the stars aligned and he ended up sticking with Claire, he’d have to be more sincere about changing things around.  He’d have to exercise and find a way to lull Claire back into the lazy habits that had once drawn him to her.

       Looking at his watch, Paul shook his head and tried to free himself of his jealousy.  This day was making him go crazy.  He only hoped he could hold it together.  Looking at his reflection one more time before closing the closet door in annoyance, Paul decided that he would have to buy a totally new suit just for the occasion.  And if he was going to spend the money on a new suit, he was going to get it fitted damnit.  In for a penny, in for a pound.

       Despite the hassle of acquiring a whole new dress suit, Paul still arrived at the restaurant on time.  Although, he couldn’t say the same about Claire.  She’d told him that she was running late, but 5 minutes quickly turned into 20 and still Paul was left sitting at the restaurant alone.  He texted her a few times but hadn’t gotten an answer.  It felt like the longest 20 minutes of his life.  It hadn’t occurred to Paul that Claire wouldn’t show.  He certainly had mixed feelings about the prospects of that happening.

       On the one hand, he’d be furious about shelling out so much money for a new suit.  Yet on the other, if Claire didn’t show, she technically couldn’t order dessert, which meant that she’d effectively made his choice for him.  He’d return home to Emma, tell her his decision and then have to break up with Claire the next time he saw her.  Each passing minute made such a prospect all the more likely to Paul.  While the suspense was causing him great distress, it also almost seemed like an easier way to deal with his problem.  He’d asked the heavens for a sign and maybe this was it.

       Paul had been munching on bread while nervously awaiting the arrival of his girlfriend.  If she didn’t show up in the next five minutes, he’d order his meal alone, and start eating.  He kept his eyes on his watch.  The minute hand slowly ticked away, while the sluggish hour hand remained still.  Three whole minutes passed with Paul just staring at his watch until he heard the faint sound of Claire’s voice up front asking to be seated.  He raised his eyes from his watch and observed Claire enter the room.  He saw her immediately and couldn’t take his eyes off her.

       She looked simply ravishing, although regretfully fit.  She wore a red spaghetti strap body contouring dress, that hugged her figure quite firmly.  It had been a little while since Paul had seen Claire’s body so, on display, and he had to admit that she’d certainly kept her word.  A while back he’d mentioned to her that he missed grabbing onto her bigger ass, and now even from far away, it was clear Claire had added some muscle mass around her thighs, hips and especially her glutes.  She’d definitely gained some weight, but from what he could tell it was mostly muscle.  He should have been more specific.  Made her understand that what he liked was how fat her ass had been not just how big it was.  Damn..  Coulda shoulda woulda..  Maybe after tonight he’d get a second chance to explain things to her, or maybe he wouldn’t..  He’d just have to wait and see how things played out.

       As Paul mused over his situation, Claire only took an extra moment to spot him.  Her jaw dropped in surprise as she got a gander of Paul in his new suit.  He looked good, like really good, like, not just his normal good, but like a sophisticated kind of good.  She knew he was never one to possess any real fashion sense, which was partly why it was so surprising.  She liked dressing up and it was encouraging to see that Paul could command such a classy look.  It was hot.  And not just because he looked so fancy and sexy.. and robust..  But because she knew her man had to be shopping in the big and tall section now.

       Her attraction to Paul had certainly evolved over the course of their relationship, and now she not only accepted that her man was apparently predisposed to gaining weight and keeping it on, but she actually drew a sort of secret thrill from being the slender girlfriend to an overweight boyfriend.  It was nice being with a man who was not obsessed with his body, Paul having gotten noticeably fatter really made Claire feel more secure about her own body.  She’d gained a little weight recently in the booty department at Paul’s request and she didn’t feel self-conscious when she was around him.  She knew she’d always look thin when she was next to Paul.  The bigger he got, the more beautiful she felt in comparison.

       The contrast in size between them was a stark one now and it appeared to Claire as if Paul had gotten even bigger since she’d last seen him.  It was a development that was increasingly exciting for Claire.  Besides the benefit of looking thinner by comparison, Claire had come to identify other benefits of being a slender girlfriend to an overweight boyfriend.  Her original motivation for helping to spoil Paul’s figure, to reduce the possibility that he’d leave her, still held true, but that was hardly the only thing motivating her now.  

       She’d come to greatly prefer the comfort of cuddling up with Paul’s cozy dad bod compared to when he was slimmer.  And then there was the sex.  It was hard to judge since they’d been having sex much less frequently than they had during the first year of their relationship, but Claire was positive that having sex with Paul had gotten far more pleasurable since he put on weight.  While his physical stamina certainly seemed to take a hit with his gain, he was lasting much longer in bed.  She didn’t understand it, but she wasn’t going to question it.  Overall, the extra cushion definitely improved the pushing.  

       And then there was her friends.  She couldn’t remember who was the first to say something, but her friends had noticed the rather large change in Paul’s appearance.  Rather than make fun of her or tease her for it, to Claire’s surprise, her friends seemed to think more highly of her because of it.  Every now and again someone she knew would just shower her with praise because she was sticking with Paul through thick and thin, although the emphasis was always on ‘thick.’  Apparently because she was attractive enough to do better in the dating department, they thought her commitment to him spoke to how good of a person she was on the inside.  While Claire felt terribly guilty about it, she secretly really liked these kinds of comments.  

       As she approached Paul’s table in the Italian restaurant, Claire tried to clear her head and relax her buzzing mind, but she just couldn’t get over how good her boyfriend looked in that suit!  Claire wasn’t one to be judgmental, but in a matter-of-fact kind of way she knew being a heftier guy with a pot belly was difficult from a clothing perspective.  She knew flattering cuts were probably tough to come by, which was a problem certainly made worse by the fact that men’s styles were often boring.  

       Paul’s suit effectively managed to de-emphasize his bulk and emphasized length, which overall had a slimming effect on his appearance.  The fabric was a neatly pressed navy blue without even the slightest hint of a wrinkle.  Underneath his unbuttoned jacket, Paul had a properly cut single-breasted waistcoat which ended about an inch below the bottom of the pants waistband.  Yet again, Claire noticed that Paul had dressed himself in a way that concealed some of his bulk.  Even his tie was a little wide, serving to draw attention away from his gut.

       More shocking to Claire was when Paul stood up to greet her and she spotted that Paul was wearing a pair of gently tapered pleated trousers that were sitting at his natural waist, with the waistband around the largest part of his gut.  Paul wasn’t wearing a belt, he had to be wearing suspenders!  It’s like overnight Paul had grown wise to his body and figured out the most flattering ways to clothe himself to conceal the true extent of his girth.  

       Of course, Claire felt impressed with him.  He looked very handsome.  But she also felt concerned with Paul looking so good.  Maybe he was trying to draw attention to himself?  Was he trying to look good for her or to impress other girls that might have caught his eye?  Claire knew she shouldn’t be suspicious, but she was.  She knew Paul looking so good shouldn’t make her feel insecure about their relationship, but it did.  It just seemed out of character for Paul to clean up so well.

       The one thing of late that comforted her when she and Paul had their rocky moments was that, since Paul had let himself go quite a lot, he couldn’t have other options tempting him to leave her.  Seeing him looking so good right now, she felt that fear of losing him growing in the pit of her stomach.  And she didn’t like it.

       “Sorry I’m late.”  Claire admitted a little weakly, while she sat down and tried to cast aside her insecure suspicions.

       “What took you?”  Paul questioned, as he followed suit.

       “I was getting ready.. I didn’t realize Villa di Roma was such a nice place until I looked it up online.”  Claire responded defensively, while her expression changed and made her look a little unsettled, “You could have told me.”

       “The name’s fancy.  I thought you’d connect the dots.”  Paul said frankly.  He probably should have been more specific with Claire, but he’d been busy today.  He remembered how awkward trying on his new dress pants had felt earlier.  He’d never worn pants so high, but now that he was getting used to them, he realized that they were far more comfortable than cinching a belt to pants underneath his gut.

       “I did.  It just took me a little while to realize it.  Besides I wanted to make sure I picked a dress that you’d approve of.”  Claire pridefully smirked, while she stood up, tilted her hips to the side, and gave Paul a quick glance of the plushy firm buttocks jutting out behind her, “What do you think?  Bigger and better than before?”  

       It certainly did look bigger, but not so much fatter as it was denser with muscle.  She was really making an effort even though it wasn’t exactly what Paul had in mind.  He decided it was best to pay her a complement and try to change the subject rather than risk upsetting Claire with the truth.  “You’ve got a breathtaking booty babe.  But checking you out won’t fill me in on what you’ve been up to.  How was your day??”

       “I hate school so much.”  Claire lamented, while she sat down and put her hand on her forehead to massage her temple.

       “What happened?”  Paul inquired trying to sound as interested as possible.  It seemed all Claire ever talked to him about was school.

       “Nothing happened, I’m just sick of it.  It’s stressful, it’s exhausting..  I have an exam tomorrow morning..”  Claire wined, while she gave Paul an earnest look to reflect her exacerbation.

       “You’re going to do great.”  Paul assured her trying to be supportive.

       “How do you know that?”  Claire pouted looking skeptical.

       “Cause you’re you.  You’re great at everything you do.”  Paul smiled trying to maintain the illusion that everything was normal.

       “Ha, sweet talker.”  Claire laughed, while she seemed to relax a bit, “Sorry I’ve been so busy lately.  I feel like we’ve hardly had time for each other.”

       “It’s okay, I understand your studies are very demanding.”  Paul nodded along, as he noted Claire’s eyes seemed to be scanning the table very closely.  Wondering what she was thinking Paul asked, “You okay?”

       “Where’s the bread?  I’m starving.”  Claire wondered, while she noticed Paul slightly bite his lip once she’d finished her question.  He looked a little embarrassed.

       “Umm, sorry.  You were taking a long time..  so I ugh..”  Paul stuttered, as he couldn’t find the right way to phrase the words.

       “Did you eat it all?”  Claire astutely asked, while raising an inquisitive eyebrow and leaking the slightest bit of a grin from the side of her face.

       “I’m sure they’ll bring another if we ask.”  Paul responded without giving Claire the satisfaction of admitting he’d gone overboard with the bread.

       “That’s okay, I don’t wanna fill up on bread.”  Claire teased, while she reached over and gave Paul’s gut a little earnest pinch, “But if you want some more go for it.  I’m sure you’ve got more room left.”

       “I’m good.”  Paul answered in an exacerbated tone.  Maybe Emma had been onto something.  Claire did seem to be..  No-no..  No way.  He was just stressed.  Claire was being normal.

       “Are we ready to order?”  A waiter swooped in and asked, before either Paul or Claire were really expecting him to show up.

       “Do you know what you want?”   Paul asked Claire, as she hurriedly grabbed the menu.

       “Yeah, but you order first.”  Claire answered, while the waiter turned to Paul and awaited his order.

       “I’ll have umm..”  Paul hesitated, as he quickly remembered what he wanted, “Spaghetti and sausage please.”

       “And for the lady?”  The waiter asked looking at Claire.

       “I’ll have.. the Ravioli and Meatballs.”  Claire brashly decided without paying her decision too much thought.  She knew Paul had been waiting on her, and she knew he was hungry.  She didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer, in fact..  Since that was the case..  “Oh, and could we have the Shrimp Scampi appetizer and another basket of garlic bread for the table?”

       “No problem, I’ll put this in right way and get you your bread pronto.”  The waiter chimed before hurriedly walking toward the kitchen.

       “You’re hungry tonight.”  Paul commented because of the audacity of her order.  Being hungry was a double-edged sword, she’d ordered a lot of food, but would she have room for dessert?

       “Starving.”  Claire emphasized with a pat of her slender stomach.

       “I thought neither of us wanted bread.  Did you change your mind?”  Paul wondered tentatively.

       “No, but we might want it later.  Especially for dipping it into red sauce.”  Claire hummed, while she imagined tasting the delicious duo and then imagined Paul digging in to another fat loaf of bread with a satisfied smile on her face.

       “Fair point.  Do you want some wine?”  Paul offered, as he reached onto the floor next to his seat and brought up a bag with two bottles of red wine.  

       He was happy Claire accepted a glass, he never liked drinking alone.  He’d also figured that some liquid courage would come in handy when the time came for him to make his life altering choice later in the night.  Paul was in no rush for that moment to come about so he was happy it took a rather long time for their food to arrive.

       The conversation was light, simple questions, simple answers, little stories to get each other up to speed about what they’d both been up to.  The appetizer was a little smaller than what Paul would have imagined for its price, but it tasted very good.  He ended up dipping some bread in the sauce after he and Claire had polished the dish off.  

       The main course didn’t take much longer to arrive and Paul felt that this one was worth the full price.  The table got a little quiet as they ate.  Claire always took her time and methodically ate with a slow technical precision.  Paul could tell that she was enjoying the food because she wasn’t talking much.  He, on the other hand, was eating much faster.  He knew the question of dessert would be coming up sometime after they finished.  Part of him wanted to slow down and extend the meal as long as he could, but his nerves forced him to power through his pasta much faster than Claire.

       Rather than just watch Claire eat, Paul nibbled on some bread while she continued her meal.  They made eye contact a few times and shared an earnest smile here and there.  Paul wondered if she could sense that something was amiss.  

       Once he’d finished off the bread, the only thing left for him do was wash everything down with more wine.  Claire had drunk one glass so far and was working on her second.  Paul had drunk two with his meal and had drank another two while he waited for Claire to finish.  They only had about a half bottle of wine left and Paul contemplated finishing it off.  He wasn’t feeling buzzed, and his nerves continued to rise with every bite Claire took.

       “Babe, if you want more wine, go for it.  I think I’m not going to have anymore.  I still have to study tonight.”  Claire’s voice snapped Paul back to attention.

       “I think I’ve had enough.”  Paul smiled, as Claire looked unconvinced.

       “Come on, there is only a little left.  Let me get drunk vicariously through you tonight.”  Claire insisted, while she stood up and poured what remained of the bottle into Paul’s glass.  His wine glass looked comically full now.

       “Fine.”  Paul shrugged, as he figured more wine wasn’t going to do any harm.

       “And you can have the rest of this..”  Claire added, as she picked up her plate brought it over Paul’s and used her fork to plop what remained onto his plate.  She’d eaten a lot, but there was still a lot left.  Paul looked up at Claire with a touch of concern and she replied, “I can’t finish it..  I’m so full.. you take it babe, don’t let it go to waste.”

       “You could just take it to go, I think I’ve had enough.”  Paul softly countered, as Claire sat back down in her seat.

       “I don’t have a fridge in my dorm room.  You’d be the one taking it home anyway.”  Claire rationalized, while she secretly hoped Paul would stop pressing the issue.

       “You could come over and finish it tomorrow.”  Paul offered, as Claire looked dismissive.

       “I’m busy with finals.  Besides, Emma would probably eat it the second she got a whiff of it.”  Claire explained, while she crossed her arms.

       “She wouldn’t eat it if I told her not to.”  Paul refuted Claire’s justification, as he cleared his throat and complained, “Come on, why not come over and have it tomorrow?”

      “Honey, this is crunch time for me, I have an exam tomorrow morning and three term papers due by the end of the week..  I’m going to be working during every waking hour.  I think I’m just going to stay on campus until I’m all done.”  Claire revealed, while Paul did not appear pleased.

       “So, when is the next time I’m going to see you?”  Paul wondered feeling a little disillusioned with his girlfriend.

       “Next week?”  Claire answered, while she picked up that Paul sounded unhappy.

        “Gosh..”  Paul sighed, as he shook his head in disbelief, “You’re ghosting me.”

       “Huh?”  Claire tilted her head in confusion.

       “It’s like you’re trying to disappear on me.”  Paul accused a bit brashly, maybe the liquid courage was kicking in a bit early, “You can’t be spending all of your time on school.  I get that school is time consuming, but you’re a smart person.  There is no way it takes you every waking moment to get your work done.  What are you doing all the time?”

       “School!”  Claire burst defensively.

       “Are you seeing somebody else behind my back?”  Paul blurted ungracefully.  The wine was bubbling his own insecurities to the surface.

       “What?  No!  Babe, I would never do that!”  Claire refuted, while she looked upset by his question.

       “What about that gym instructor guy?  The one you go out dancing with on the weekends?”  Paul pressed, as Claire looked a little shocked.

       “My friend Michael?”  Claire echoed in an innocent tone.

       “Yeah!”  Paul firmly growled although he hadn’t known the guy’s name.

       “Babe, Michael’s gay.”  Claire sighed in an exaggerated fashion.

       “Oh?”  Paul muttered feeling derailed.

       “I didn’t think dancing with him was an issue..”  Claire mused looking upset.

       “I didn’t know he was gay..”  Paul acknowledged trying to calm Claire’s mood, “That’s my bad.”

       “Wait..  How..  How did you know I dance with him?”  Claire wondered looking suspicious.

       “Emma said..”  Paul began.

       “Of course.”  Claire rolled her eyes, as she cut Paul off, “Babe, Emma doesn’t know what she’s talking about.  The only thing she has on her mind is where she is going to eat her next meal.”

       “That’s a little harsh.”  Paul protested his girlfriend’s unfounded assumption.

       “Is it?  You’ve seen her.  She’s like a gross eating machine.”  Claire described with a bit of disgust in her tone, “Ugh..  I don’t even want to think about it.”

       “Emma’s not that bad.”  Paul more firmly objected in the defense of his feedee.

       “I mean, she’s my sister, I love her and everything, but she’s pretty gross.”  Claire pointed out, while looking irritated that Paul was trying to stick up for Emma.  She continued, “That’s all I’m saying.  I didn’t mean to insult your eating buddy.”

       Paul nearly swallowed his tongue after hearing Claire say that.  His first thought was one of panic.  Had Claire learned of his feeder-feedee relationship?  Although his second thought was more rational.  Claire never caught them red handed, the only way she could know was if Emma had told her, and there was no way Emma would ever do that.  He had to stay calm and dig in, “W-what do you mean by that?”

       “Oh babe, I didn’t mean anything by it.  I don’t know why I said that.”  Claire muttered breaking eye contact and grabbing her glass of wine for a reprieve.

       “Stop bull-shitting me.”  Paul firmly spoke, as he pieced his line of inquiry together, “You’re totally dodging my questions.  You still haven’t told me what the heck you’re doing with all your time.  I know it’s not on school.”

       “I’m working okay.”  Claire hurriedly confessed, while her unhappy tone revealed her discomfort with Paul’s demeanor, “I picked up another internship to save up money so I can move in with you this summer.  I didn’t tell you cause.. umm..”

       “Why?”  Paul asked hard pressed to believe what he was hearing.

       “Well, at first I didn’t want you to get mad at me for trying to juggle classes and work during the semester..”  Claire began, while she seemed to hesitate, “But..  umm..”

       “What?”  Paul urged her to continue.

       “I wasn’t sure you wanted me to move in when Emma moved out..  I know things haven’t been normal with us for a while..  and you haven’t asked me about it..*Sniff* So..”  Claire paused, while her eyes filled with water.

       “Don’t cry.”  Paul voiced in a more calming way, “You didn’t bring up moving in together either, I wasn’t sure you even wanted to.  I thought you were trying to avoid me for some reason.”

       “I’m sorry for not telling you.”  Claire muttered, while she tried with all her might not to cry.

       “I’m sorry too.”  Paul sighed, as he couldn’t shake the other question on his mind, “And what did you mean about Emma being my eating buddy?”

       “I mean..  It’s obvious she’s rubbed off on you a little bit.”  Claire softly murmured looking a little embarrassed, “More than a little bit.”

       “Oh..”  Paul gulped, as he looked down in embarrassment and his hands grasped his gut, “I know I’ve gained some weight these past few months..”

       “It doesn’t bother me.”  Claire butted in, while she blushed slightly and seemed unable to make eye contact, “I actually.. kinda prefer it now..”

       “I kinda thought so, but we never really talked about it..”  Paul managed to say despite feeling a painful amount of shame in the pit of his stomach.  He couldn’t believe it.  Maybe Emma had been right.  Claire had certainly tried to force more food on him tonight.  She was turning into a little bit of a feeder herself and he was her target!

       “Do you wanna talk about it?”  Claire seemed to offer even though her body language made her appear uncomfortable with the subject.

       Paul certainly wanted to talk about it.  He wanted to set Claire straight.  She was the one who was supposed to let herself go.  She was the one supposed to shamefully fatten up.  Yet how could he broach the subject in a tactful way?

       “Desserts?”  The sneaky waiter butted into the middle of their private conversation.  Once again, the man had caught Claire and Paul completely off guard.  After a second to compose themselves, Paul realized that he’d run out of time.  This was it.  This was the moment he’d been dreading all day.  He looked at Claire and asked the question that would seal her fate.

       “Are you.. in the mood for dessert?”  Paul shakily managed to ask, as he tried with all his might to hold his conflicting emotions together.

       “I heard the dessert here was to die for.”  Claire mused, while Paul watched her like a hawk.  She appeared unsure.  She even turned to the waiter and asked, “What do you recommend?”

       “Here is the menu,” The waiter smiled, as he handed it to Claire and added, “every option is immaculate, but the cheesecake is made in-house and is our most popular dessert.”

       “We could each get a slice.”  Paul offered to Claire trying to get her to give him a definitive answer.  His stomach was churning, as he felt butterflies rumble in the pit of his nervous gut.

       “Umm..  How about you order something?”  Claire mused, while she continued to look over the menu, “I shouldn’t.  I’m too full.”

        “Are you sure?”  Paul inquired nearly breathless.  She wasn’t going to do it.  She wasn’t going to order dessert.  He couldn’t believe this was happening.  He’d suspected this from the beginning, but now that it was actually happening, he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

       “Yeah, do you see how many calories they are?”  Claire complained, while she handed the menu back to the waiter.  She didn’t even know what she was doing.

       “Come on, you need calories, you’re always in the gym.”  Paul countered trying to see if Claire would reconsider.

       “Maybe I’ll have a taste of yours if you leave me any.”  Claire seductively winked perhaps alluding to their prior conversation about her newfound preference for his huskier appearance.

       “Are you actually going to have some?”  Paul asked, as internally he tried to decide if he could count Claire eating some of his dessert as sufficient evidence of the sign he was looking for.  Was eating a bite of his dessert enough?

       “Maybe, if it looks good.”  Claire hummed unconvincingly.  Her coy manner put Paul off.  It wasn’t enough.  She needed to order her own dessert.

      “I’m going to order a piece of cheesecake.”  Paul told the waiter, as he firmly concluded his mind and decided to stick to his original plan.  If Claire didn’t order her own dessert.  It was over.  Wanting to get the final word from Claire, Paul asked her, “You’re not going to order anything for yourself?”

       “No, I’ll just have a little taste of yours if it looks good.”  Claire smiled, while she took a satisfied sip of wine.

       “Okay.”  Paul breathed, as time suddenly seemed to halt.

       This was it.  She’d decided her fate.  She didn’t want to be the muse of his greatest fantasies.  She wasn’t willing to give him what he craved more than all else.  This was the sign.  He wouldn’t stay with Claire.  

       He had Emma waiting for him back at his apartment.  She was the one who would fulfil his desires.  His delightfully obese feedee, the girl whose imagination so closely matched his own would be the one he would commit to.  He had only to break things off with Claire, then he’d be free to indulge his feedee as much as he wanted.

       “So, one slice of cheesecake for the gentleman?” The waiter asked Paul, as he appeared to be looking for some clarification, “Only one?  Or did you want two?”

       The waiter’s tone was a little odd, but Paul had been clear about the details of the proposal.  The ring would only come out if two orders of dessert were brought.  Looking at Claire, Paul studied the women he’d called his girlfriend for the better part of almost two years.  She’d been amazing in every way.  She’d given him everything he’d wanted and then she’d taken the very spark of their relationship away with her reckless pursuit of her fitness.  

       He’d miss her.  He knew that much.  He’d miss her a lot.  He wondered how she’d handle being dumped.  He wondered what kind of guy she’d start dating next.  He wondered if she’d ever lose her figure.  He wondered what it would be like without her smiling face in his life.  Would he ever see her again?  Would she ever want to see him?

       He wouldn’t marry her.  Claire wouldn’t be his wife.  She..

       The noisy restaurant seemed to fall mute.  The picture in Paul’s eyes seemed to hold stiller than a painting.  Claire was giving the waiter the strangest look.  He couldn’t imagine what was going through her head.  If she could only know the thoughts weighing on his mind.  How would she feel?

       He wanted to know.

       He wanted..

       Above everything else.  He wanted Claire to be.. his wife.  Even if that meant she’d never get fat.  Even if that meant he’d have to let Emma walk away.  A life without Claire in it wasn’t one he could tolerate living.  Forget the stupid sign.  It was time to listen to his conflicted heart.  He didn’t know exactly why, but he knew he couldn’t give her up.  Their relationship was a bit of a mess, but it was their mess and they’d sort it out together.  He’d find a way to confess his true fantasies to her eventually and they’d make it work.  He knew she’d compromise, and he knew that he could too if it meant staying with her.

       “What’s that supposed to mean?”  Claire asked the waiter in a concerned tone, as her face looked feisty and she elaborated, “Is that some tongue and cheek way of insulting him for his weight?”

       “No-no-no, you misunderstand, I was only trying to clarify..”  The waiter began to explain before looking to Paul for help.

       “Don’t make fun of my boyfriend!  I think he looks amazing!”  Claire feistily growled, while she put her wine glass down on the table.  Paul had never seen such an outburst from his normally docile girlfriend before.  She was very quick to leap to his defense.  She loved him unconditionally, and he felt the same way about her.

       “Claire, it’s okay.”  Paul motioned for her to stop.  Claire looked confused but listened.  Paul smiled at the waiter.  His nerves had momentarily left him.  Speaking clearly, he said, “I’ll have both slices of cheesecake, thanks for checking.”

       “Wonderful!”  The waiter nearly yelped with glee, “Back in a flash!”

       “What was that about?”  Claire tilted her head in an innocent confusion, while she looked at her boyfriend.  She couldn’t read his face.  In an inquisitive tone, she asked, “Paul?  What’s going on?”

       “Claire, I’ve been meaning to ask you something for a while now.”  Paul began, as he saw the waiter rushing back over with the cakes and the ring.  Paul maneuvered himself off the chair and knelt on one knee, “I’m sorry, it’s taken me this long.”

       “Paul?!  Oh my god!”  Claire gasped, as her hands rushed to cover her mouth before she screamed.  In a moment the sneaky waiter handed Paul the piece of cake with the ring, and Paul offered it to Claire.  The look on her face was something Paul couldn’t adequately describe.  Her voice got the message across though, “Oh-my-god-OH-my-god-OH-MY-god-OH-MY-GOD!!!”

       “Would you..”  Paul began, as Claire abruptly lunged at him, embracing him in a terrifyingly tight hug and tackling him to the floor.

       “YES!!  OH-MY-GAWD-YESSS!!!”  Claire screamed and cried, as she planted kiss after kiss on Paul’s lips.  She’d knocked the cake right out of his hands.  With the patrons of the restaurant showering them with cheers and applause, and the woman he loved expressing her affection on top of him, Paul knew he had made the right choice.

       And he’d never forget the moment after all the fanfare had died down, Claire was still smiling and crying, she picked up her cake-smothered ring off the ground, delicately licked it clean, put it upon her finger, and then turned to the waiter and asked if she could have a new piece of cake.  She must have liked what she tasted.  Luckily, the waiter was more than happy to fulfill her request at no extra charge because, wouldn’t you know, when it arrived, Paul was treated to the pleasure of watching his future wife eat the whole damn thing.  Every. Last. Morsel.  With all the happiness and emotion going on, it seemed like his future wife had worked up an appetite.

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Chapter 11- Reckoning
(Part 4 of 5)


       The night had flown by.  After their dinner, Claire opted to forgo studying in order to share more time with her fiancée before she had to return to her dorm and get some rest before her exam in the morning.  They’d stumbled from bar to bar and each gotten far more drunk than either of them intended to.  It was spontaneous.  Claire was in rare form and so was Paul.  It was fun.  Throughout their whirlwind of activity over the course of the night there had been an almost electric energy bouncing between them.  They’d each certainly wanted sex, but Claire’s impending exam prevented them from committing to a whole night together.  They had to settle for some passionate make-out sessions at every other bar they’d attended, but frankly it had still been a pretty damn good night.

       It was around midnight, when Paul began to slowly and drunkenly lumber back up the steps of his apartment.  His gut felt like it just might burst with how much food and beer he’d consumed, and to make things worse his legs were killing him, and his feet were sore too.  Not only had he walked Claire back to her dorm, they’d also danced together at two of the bar’s they’d attended.  As much as he loved the girl, keeping up with Claire for the whole night had been exhausting and his new dress shoes certainly didn’t help.  He should have broken them in first before wearing them for such an extended period of time.  He felt like he was getting a blister on his left heel.  

       Apart from his physical fatigue, Paul felt far better than he had at the same time the previous night.  He’d been tossing and turning, his mind had been plagued by a skull-numbing headache, and constant thoughts of Claire and Emma were driving his positively insane.  He much preferred feeling exhausted, bloated, sweaty and gross.  All he wanted to do was take a piss, maybe a shower, and go to bed.  While he edged closer to the top of the steps, going slow enough to make sure he didn’t lose his breath, he sincerely hoped that Emma was already asleep.  He’d mustered a lot of courage tonight and he felt positive he’d exhausted his scant reserves.  He didn’t want to face his former feedee.  Not right now.  While a part of him was confident he’d made the right choice tonight, he couldn’t shake a lagging guilt in the back of his mind that he’d betrayed the devote affection of his feedee.

       Turning his key and entering his apartment, Paul’s drunken eyes widened while being greeted to the largest mess he’d ever scene.  Hurricane Emma had stuck pretty damn hard.  It was certainly quite the parting gift.  Everything that wasn’t nailed down was apparently thrown into an improper place.  Pillows from the couch lay scattered across the floor, the remote to the TV was smashed on the carpet a few steps from Paul’s feet and even some pots and pans from the kitchen littered the ground outside Emma’s closed door.  

       While he entered his apartment a little further, that’s when he noticed all the trash..  He counted no less than eleven beer cans littered around the coffee table and the couch.  Empty bags of chips lay on the carpet and even in the kitchen area.  Two empty pizza boxes lay in the sink on top of what appeared to be two cooking trays, a few messy plates, two pans and a dozen smashed eggshells.  On the kitchen table there were three separate ketchup stained plates littered with banana peels and apple carcasses, five large empty Oreo packages, an empty jug of whole-milk, numerous crumbled up butter wrappers, and six empty bags of gummy worms.  On the floor under the kitchen table, Paul spotted two small bottles of ketchup completely empty along with bones from what appeared to be a full order of ribs.  Breadcrumbs adorned the top of the microwave.  An empty egg carton lay on the stovetop.  The trash can was filled to capacity with an assortment of empty frozen dinners, and ice cream containers.  There was even a pair of scissors stabbed into the wall near the bathroom.

       Paul spotted Emma’s sweatpants laying by the fridge, so he stepped closer.  Upon opening the fridge, he was amazed to see that its insides were the only objectively clean space in his whole apartment.  Emma had eaten everything.  Literally everything.  The milk carton was sucked dry, the condiments had been drained completely, all of his fruit was gone, the leftovers were gone, the snacks were gone..  She’d consumed everything without care for propriety or consequence.  In the back of Paul’s mind, he longed to see the fattened beast which had performed this mammoth feast, but he knew warning signs when he saw them.  This wasn’t just the determined stuffing of a feedee.  This was something else.  Emma must have heard the news about him and Claire.

       Looking to his side Paul could clearly see that Emma’s door was closed, that meant she was sleeping.  He wouldn’t disturb her.  Even though he really wanted to see her, she was probably in no mood to see him.  Gathering what strength of will he had remaining, Paul pushed his worries about Emma aside and went to the bathroom to take care of business.  While he was peeing, he noted that a few more beer cans and an empty box of donuts littered the tub.  Maybe Emma had taken a bath and fed herself some dessert in the process.  It was a sound theory considering her tank top was hanging from the showerhead.  How much had she eaten?  How big had she become?  From the size of her mess, she had to be more massively stuffed than Paul had ever managed to get her on his own, and that was saying something.  Even the thought of Emma that big stirred some strong unwanted feelings within him below his belt.

       It didn’t matter.  Once Paul was finished, he grabbed Emma’s trash from the bathroom and tossed it in the overflowing garbage.  He could fantasize about Emma when he went to bed, right now he needed to take a shower, he stunk.  He’d sweated like a pig tonight in his new suit.  Carefully taking it off and hanging it up in the bathroom, Paul entered the shower and treated himself to an indulgently warm experience.  It felt good to let the steam envelop him, although he noticed he was having a distinct problem standing still.  Either his legs were more exhausted than he’d previously thought, or the alcohol was still hitting him.

       Once he was all clean and rinsed off, Paul grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist.  He probably should have gotten clothes to change into before getting into the shower, but since Emma was asleep it didn’t really matter anyway.  Yawning ever so gently, Paul walked down the narrow hallway to his room.  The old hardwood floor creaked loudly with every step.  It hadn’t done that when he’d been lighter, but he was determined not to think about his own weight problems.  It only served to depress him.  He was intent on getting to sleep.  However, before he grabbed the handle to his bedroom door he froze in an excited, but slightly fearful shock.

       Emma’s massive panties were hanging from his doorknob.

       Rather than stop and ponder what this could mean, he quickly opened the door to his room and turned the lights on.  He was treated to a surprise his eyes were desperately hoping to see.

       Atop his bed, a naked whale snored softly.  Emma’s irreparably engorged figure lay sprawled out in an ‘X’ shape.  Her body was monument to her unabashed gluttony.  She was so stuffed her belly descended outward from her body, completely blocking her face from his vision from his current perspective.  Was it really possible for her to be as wide around her middle as she was tall??  It certainly looked that way to Paul’s drunken eyes, but then again, he did have a biased perspective.  

       He marveled silently at her belly.  She’d probably immobilized herself from her eating tonight.  He wouldn’t be able to make her leave his bed if he tried.  So, what should he do?  Should he sleep next to her in his own bed?  Should he go to her room and sleep in her bed?  Should he wake her and learn what the hell she was thinking?  She was completely naked, although normally there was some room for doubt in that regard, because her fat typically fully enveloped her panties.  However, that wasn’t the case tonight because her panties were on his doorknob and her legs were spread widely apart while she snoozed.  What the hell had she been thinking?  Paul wanted to know, as he curiously walked over to the side of his bed.

       He was many things in this moment.  He was confused as to why she was in his room.  He was also completely enamored with how gloriously fat and stuffed she’d managed to make herself.  Her face, her arms, her chest, her belly, her hips, her butt, her thighs, her calves..  Every part of her was woefully obese.  Without thinking, Paul appreciatively placed his hand on her belly.  Her normally soft fat felt firm as a rock with how tightly packed she’d been able to load herself up with food.  While he played with her stomach, and even gently prodded it to watch it jiggle, Emma’s soft encumbered snores grew more humming and appreciative.  Looking at how happy she appeared in her sleep, Paul decided on a course of action.  He wanted to get some answers.  So, he decided to wake Emma up with a more intense shake of her belly.  It only took a moment for Paul to achieve his desired outcome.

       “*Buuurrrrpp!!*” Emma awoke with a thunderous belch that reeked of beer and tequila.  Strange, he hadn’t found a bottle of tequila anywhere.  Paul watched, as Emma groggily blinked her eyes, adjusting to the light, and then focused her curious gaze on him and burst with a big smile, “Pauuul!  Didn’t thinkk I’d sssee youu tonight.”

       She sounded drunk as fuck.  He knew he was pretty wasted at the moment too, but Emma didn’t need to know that.  Trying to speak as properly as possible, Paul responded, “What are you.. what are you doing?”

       “I dunno..  but I can’t movee..  I thinks I ate’ss too muchh.. *Urrpp!*”  Emma gleefully recounted with a smaller burp, as she winked at Paul and continued, “Hmhm!  I’vee been suchh a good piggyyy!”

       “She told youu?  She told you, didn’t she?”  Paul questioned hoping he wouldn’t have to break the news to Emma while she was in such a vulnerable state.  He had a solemn concern in his voice for Emma’s feelings.

       “Shee told everybodyy..”  Emma pouted pretending not to care, “Soo, where is the fiancée?  I figur’d you’d be off getting lucky tonight.”

       “She has an exam tomorrow morning so.. she’s staying on campus.”  Paul slowly explained trying not to slur his words, as he felt a wave of relieve overcome him.  It would have been awkward if she didn’t know he was engaged, and he’d had to inform her.  Although, now he was deeply concerned why Emma was lying naked in his bed piss drunk.  What if he’d brought Claire home with him tonight?  How would she have reacted to this??  His first instinct was to get a little pissed at Emma, her stupid choice could have ruined everything.  Yet looking at her now, he was more overwhelmed with pity.  She seemed quite sad, and he knew why.  Trying to maintain a normal tone despite the abnormal situation, Paul added, “but she’ll be over.. tomorrow night.”

       “Bee honesttt..  Youu can tell mee if youu two lovebugss had sex at the restaurant. *Buurrp!* I can keep a secret.”  Emma belched, as her voice grew more inquisitive and higher in pitch, “You did Clairee-bearr in the bathroom didn’t youu??”

        “What makes you think.. we would do that?”  Paul cautiously wondered out loud trying not to betray the extent of his own drunkenness, while part of him wished he and Claire had done something like that.  Although it wasn’t something Claire would probably ever do because of her strong moral conscious.

       “It’s what I would have donee if I was in her shoess.”  Emma purred rather seductively, as her tubby arms clutched the sides of her soft stomach fat and pressed against herself until she belched again, “*UUrrp!*  Assuming I wasn’t too FAT to fit in one of thosee bathroom stallsss.”

       “You would have fit.”  Paul noted with an amused smile, “Barely.”

       “Ha.”  Emma blushed enjoying Paul’s little acknowledgement of how enlarged she’d managed to bloat herself tonight.  Although, she seemed to get annoyed with something he said because she scrunched up her face before uttering her next sentence, “It’ss bullssshit shee didn’t fuck youu right then and theree.  It’ss not right.”

       “Are youu okay?”  Paul wondered with concern overflowing from his voice.

       “Peachyy, whyyy?”  Emma lied, as she tried to keep a stiff upper lip.

       “Cause you..  look sad.”  Paul pointed out, while Emma seemed unable to refute his accusation.

       “I might havee been crying, a littlee bit, jusst a lil when I heard the newss, but I swear most of the tearss were tears of joy for you two dummies.”  Emma tried to convincingly express, as she added, “I’m happy for youu guyss.  I reallyy am.  Honestlyy.”

       “Most of the tears?”  Paul questioned, while he sat down next to Emma’s belly and did his best not to stare at her exposed, fat-engorged breasts, as he stared into her chubby face.

       “Shut up.”  Emma bit her lip to hold in her sad feelings, and did her best to change the subject, “Soo tell mee about everything??  Will youu?”

       “Well, I proposed.. just how I always wanted to.”  Paul answered seeing the pain in Emma’s eyes.

       “Haha, I knew it.”  Emma commented, as Paul didn’t really react.

       “Claire’s going to move in this summer.”  Paul continued explaining, while Emma looked at him with her complete attention, “If she takes enough.. classes in the summer and manages to get her internship to count for credit, she’ll have enough credits to.. *Ahem* graduate by August.”

       “August??  She’s trying to graduatee a full year eearly?”  Emma nearly gasped with a little feigned surprise.

       “She is.  She wants to get married in Sseptember.”  Paul finished his thought and was a little pissed with himself that he’d slurred the very last word.  As if picking up that he was a little tipsy, Emma sent him a cruel looking smile.

       “Damn Paulll better watch out.  She’s gonna want kidss from you prettyy soon!”  Emma teased, as Paul tried not to give Emma the satisfaction of getting him riled up.

       “Haha, hopefully not too soon.”  Paul slowly spoke trying to measure his response, “She said your parents would either pay for a down payment on a house as a wedding gift or pay for the whole honeymoon, so we are looking into some cruises.”

       “Sounds likee sooo muchh fun.”  Emma enthused in a very gleefully fake tone.

       “It will be.”  Paul assured her, while he looked over his woefully encumbered feedee, “What are your plans?”

       “At the moment..  I’vee onlyy got short term plans..”  Emma tipsily revealed proudly, as she playfully grasped her belly, “I’m gonna keep stuffing myselff everydayy, until my bellyy bloats so big and tight that I can’t bend overr.”

        “You’re going to keep gaining?”  Paul questioned with interest.  Emma looked intoxicated by her own gluttony.  He wondered if it was just the alcohol or the fact that Emma had become wholly consumed by her pursuit of the feedee fetish.

       “How am I goingg to stop?  Paulll, my tonguee constantly craves the taste of sugar.  My mouth loves the feeling of being filled with bulky sustenance.  My throat only feels satisfied when I’m swallowing obscene amounts of food.  And my bellyy is only at peace when I’ve eaten soo muchh that I can’t stand up.  I think I..  I think I hate not feeling full.”

       “You just wanna feel stuffed 24/7?”  Paul echoed with much more than a modicum of respect in his voice.

       “Like a turkey on thanksgiving.”  Emma sweetly cooed, as she struggled to sit upward before her giant belly inevitably thwarted her, “I don’t *ugh* wanna stop Paulll.”

       “You’re going to need help.”  Paul noted, while he enjoyed watching Emma struggle to sit upward.

       “I’ll find someone.”  Emma grunted, as she made eye contact with Paul, “They’re out there.”

       “You’re not using tinder again, are you?”  Paul judgingly questioned, while he spotted Emma’s phone on his nightstand, next to a half empty bottle of tequila, and grabbed the phone.

       “Heyy!  Don’t touch that!”  Emma grunted, as she tried to reach for Paul, but he inched out of her way.  Her pudgy arms didn’t have that long of range.

       He unlocked Emma’s phone, originally intending on deleting her tinder app, until his eyes caught a notification that she had a message from Claire.  While Emma drunkenly yammered on about him invading her privacy.  He decided to see what the two women in his life had been talking about tonight.  Emma went through his phone all the time anyway.

       To his surprise, the conversation he read got more and more interesting as he scrolled to earlier in the day.  The first texts he saw were a picture of the ring on Claire’s finger and a message that he’d proposed.  Emma had responded that she was happy for Claire and Claire had then asked Emma if she’d known that he was going to propose tonight.

       This peaked Paul’s curiosity.  Why would Claire think Emma had advanced knowledge of his plan?  Had Emma said something??  Paul scrolled through the conversation and found the first text Claire had sent Emma today.  She’d asked Emma if she knew if Villa di Roma was a fancy place.  Emma replied that it was indeed fancy, and that Claire should dress her best.  Emma also added that she’d heard that the dessert was to die for, and that Claire would regret not trying it, for the rest of her life.

       The next few texts were pictures of dresses that Claire wanted Emma’s opinion on, but the final texts, before the ones Paul had read first, were ones by Emma reiterating how great the dessert was at Villa di Roma and how happy Claire would be if she ordered some for herself.

       “You fat little weasel..”  Paul muttered, while Emma stopped her rambling and realized what Paul must have read.  Paul turned to her and burst almost vengefully, “You guessed my plan?  And you wanted me to choose Claire??  Why did you do that and how did you know??”

       “You’re predictable.”  Emma guiltily muttered knowing that she’d have to come clean.

       “And Claire?  You tried to trick her into ordering dessert.”  Paul pointed out almost unable to believe the apparent altruism Emma had demonstrated today.

       “I had a lot of timee to think todayy..  Aand I don’t thinkk it’s possible to love two people Paul.  I think you love Claire-bear and you love your fetish.  And that’s what I am to youu.”  Emma pointed out in a vulnerable, but matter-of-fact kind of way.

       “Emma, you’re not just some fetish object to me..”  Paul insisted, while he gazed over the rounded fat body of his helplessly stuffed feedee.

       “I know that dummy!  I’m keeping it simple.”  Emma muttered quickly, slurring her words, “I had your fetishh on my side, and Claire didn’t, and yet you sstill couldn’t pick me over her.  If she indulged your fetish, the scales of your lovee would tip in her favor for suree.”

       “What are you blabbering about?”  Paul responded, while a mix of appreciation and anger fought for control inside his heart.

       “I was your fantasy, and she is your reality.  You’re love for me is.. like a dream. A reallyy good dream, but still.. dreams ain’t real.” Emma rephrased to make sure Paul understood.

       “It means a lot to me that you tried to push Claire into ordering dessert.”  Paul responded thankfully, while he controlled his urge to chastise her.  He could have argued with Emma’s logic, he certainly didn’t feel the same way about it, but there was no point.  He felt in his heart that his feelings for her had been real.  Fantasy or not, to Paul, that was all that mattered.  But he’d made his choice, he’d picked Claire, and there was no backing out now.  Even if, in the moment, he was feeling conflicted about his actions.

       “I wanted what’s best for you..  both of you..  even if that means I don’t get what I want..”  Emma insisted, as she looked at Paul with a distinct glare of regret in her eyes, “But I will miss what we have..  I’m gonna miss you..  A lot.”

       “I’ll miss you too.”  Paul admitted, while he felt an uncomfortable burning sensation deep inside him.  Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was some feeling of self-hatred, maybe it was the reality hitting him that he’d just given up Emma.  He didn’t want it to end this way.  He felt he needed to ask, “No regrets though right?”

       “Umm.. maybe one..”  Emma blushed, as he noticed a tear fall down the side of her chubby cheek.  Paul tilted his head in curiosity.  His body still felt like crap, but there was a flutter of nervous excitement in the pit of his stomach for some reason.  Maybe it was the alcohol.

       “One?  What is it?”  Paul asked, while he watched Emma continue to lay helplessly on his bed.

       “No.  It’s not really appropriate.”  Emma shook her chubby face and broke eye contact.

       “Just tell me.  Whatever we are, we’re still a bit more than friends.  So..  It’s okay.”  Paul assured her, while he put both hands on her belly and affectionally gave her a gentle rub.  Her uneasy smile seemed to relax.  It looked like she had something important to say.

       “I’m really miffed we never got to do one last.. roleplay session.  As feeder and feedee..”  Emma cautiously admitted with a nervous glimmer in her eye that Paul couldn’t remember seeing before.

       “You’re still hung up on that big scenario you won’t tell me about?”  Paul inquired, while his curiosity peaked, and Emma nodded her chubby face as best she could.

       “Since this is our last night together..  Would you maybe wanna..”  Emma earnestly began to beg, as Paul saw through her request right away.  So that’s why she’d parked her obese butt in his bed tonight.  He should have been furious, but that’s not how he felt at all.  He actually felt, relief.

       “If you want me to roleplay with you.. one last time..”  Paul cautiously answered, while the alarm in his head, telling him how improper it was to even contemplate something like this, was swiftly ignored.  He wasn’t over Emma, he knew that.  He could feel that.  They needed closure to their feeding relationship and perhaps this could serve as it.  Changing his tone to a more interested and authoritative demand, Paul continued, “you have to tell me what you have in mind before I decide if I want go through with it.”  

       “Fine, but no judging.”  Emma reminded him, while she accepted his response with a worried look on her face.

       “Of course.”  Paul nearly chuckled at Emma’s apparent nervous embarrassment.  What the heck was she hiding?

       “No really, this isn’t like the other ones.  It’s a little extremee.  I don’t want you to..”  Emma began to ramble, while Paul decided to put a stop to it.

       “It’s fine Emma, just tell me.”  Paul assured her with a lustful squeeze of her gut.

       “Okay.  Well..”  Emma sighed, while her chubby cheeks blushed, “So.. My character is a former cheerleader..  or something like that.. kinda a dumb vain bimbo.  And your character is a chunky, out-of-shape nerd who I rejected back in high school and used to tease because of your size..”

       Paul didn’t know exactly how to feel about this set up so far, but he silently let her continue with his full attention.

       “It’s been a few years since high school, but a few months ago we bumped into each other again and.. you captured me, against my will, to get your revenge.  You kept me locked up for months until you were done working your magic..”  Emma seductively recounted, while she seemed to relish in her perverse imagination, “You see you used my dumbness against me, brainwashed me, kept me drunk, high, and confused, while you stuffed me and fed me all kinds of unhealthy and fattening foods.”

       Paul was all ears now.

       “You wanted me to equate eating with being horny.  You wanted me to turn into your own personal obedient piggy slut and.. I have..”  Emme purred with a tone of pure exhilaration, while she locked eyes with Paul and continued, “I’ve even developed a bad case of Stockholm syndrome for you.  I’ll do anything you say.  All I want is to pleasure you, because giving you pleasure is what gives me pleasure..  You’ve got so much power over me that tonight..  you’re even willing to let me tie you up and lick my dessert off your naked body like the slutty pig I truly am..  I’m already so horny that I want to pleasure myself right here and now, but you won’t let me do that until you’re satisfied that I’ve eaten enough dessert to nearly immobilize myself.”

       “Is that.. everything?”  Paul gulped, as he noticed himself salivating.  He felt his heartbeat pound a little quicker.  Her little scenario had started off sounding a little hokey, but once she got into it.. something about it really captured Paul’s imagination.  What better way to cap off their feeder-feedee bond than with a little harmless feeding playtime before he was a married man?

      “Yeah..  No judging.”  Emma vulnerably responded unsure of how to read Paul’s reaction.  He seemed so stoic.

       “Let’s do it.”  Paul burst with a nod and Emma felt her heart leap.

       “Really?”  Emma yelped with an innocent excitement Paul didn’t usually hear from her.

       “Really.  But I think you already ate every last bit of food I had in the apartment.”  Paul muttered a little dismayed.  It was far too late to pick up more food now.

       “Not everything.”  Emma grinned, while she continued, “Check under the bed.”

       Paul did as she said and saw four sizable ziploc containers of..  what was it?  Ice cream?  He had to know, “What is all this?”

       “Dirt pudding.  Just lots of unhealthy stuff all mashed together, Oreos, butter, milk, chocolate and vanilla instant pudding, cream cheese, lots of powdered sugar, whipped cream, and lots of gummy worms.”  Emma enthused, while Paul put the containers on the bed.  Emma continued in a giddy tone, “Everything a growing girl needs!  It’s the perfect messy dessert for the perfect sloppy piggy, mhmh!”

       “It’s probably a room temperature by now.”  Paul noted, as he was curious, “Why was this under here?

       “To surprise you just in case you actually did break up with Claire-bear.”  Emma revealed nonchalantly, while she didn’t skip a beat, “I don’t care if it’s a little warm, I just want my dessert Paul.”

       “Can you even eat anymore?”  Paul skeptically wondered, as he surveyed Emma’s body and doubted, she could even stand under her own power.

       “I can always eat more for you.. master.”  Emma coyly teased the character she’d crafted for this scenario.

       That was all Paul needed to here.  One last night of complete fantasy and freedom with his feedee sounded like an ideal way to end his unmarried life and cap off what had been an incredible journey with the incredible feedee he’d accidently discovered.  Once he helped Emma to her feet, which was more than a little difficult considering how much she weighed, he threw the covers off the bed so only the bedsheet remained.  

       They were going to make a mess, but he had spare bedsheets.  Once they were done, he’d swap them out and wash or throw out the one they were using.  Once the bed was ready, Paul laid down and got comfortable.  Emma even nestled a pillow under his neck.  Paul let Emma take his towel off.  She’d seen him naked before and he really didn’t have a problem with her seeing him one last time.  He was buzzed beyond the point of caring anyway.

       She, of course, poked a little fun that he was clearly already aroused but was quick to get her act together and do her part to set things up.  She lumbered over to her bedroom to grab the cuffs for Paul.  Before she headed back to Paul’s bedroom, she wobbled over to the front door of the apartment and wedged a kitchen chair under the doorknob.  There would be no unexpected interruptions.  Waddling back to Paul, Emma maneuvered the four large Ziploc containers evenly across the four corners of the bed.  She wanted easy access.  She was already having a hard time moving around and she knew she wasn’t limber enough to climb over Paul.  With everything else taken care of, Emma slowly cuffed Paul’s arms and legs to the four corners of the bed.

       “You ready?”  Paul asked a little anxious to get the tantalizing scenario started.

       “Almost master.”  Emma smiled, as she grabbed the half empty bottle of tequila from the nightstand and took a big gulp.  She didn’t want her buzz wearing off.  After letting out a gasp of satisfaction, she looked to Paul and asked, “You want some?”

       “I drank a lot tonight already.”  Paul explained, while she looked unimpressed.

       “I didn’t hear a ‘no’ master.”  Emma playfully cooed, as she brought the bottle to Paul’s lips and dumped a mouthful of the stuff down his throat.  Paul didn’t object, he was too amused with Emma’s character for that.

       “*Cough* Now, *Cough* Now get started you slutty piglet!”  Paul demanded, as he tried to gather his bearing.  The tequila was strong, very strong.

       “Yes, master.”  Emma hummed, as she walked to the left side of the bed, scooped her hand into the first container and smothered as much of the dirt pudding across Paul’s chest and stomach as she could.  She was surprised by how large Paul’s gut had gotten, it appeared even larger in size now than it had in the morning.  Not wanting to irritate her feeder, she didn’t comment on it.  Instead, she was methodical with her application of the pudding.  She tried to get an even spread of the calorific dessert across Paul’s skin.  She even covered his left arm and shoulder with the stuff.  Paul enjoyed watching Emma work, her legs were on the ground, but she was leaning over so much that the weight of her enormous belly rested completely on the bed.  She must have wanted to give her back muscles a break from trying to hold the totality of her girth upward.

       Once that first container was empty, she exaggeratingly licked her hands clean while Paul watched.  With his eyes glued to her, Emma embellished.  She acted as piggish and ravenous as she could for his pleasure.  Heaving her belly off the bed and wobblily turning her butt toward him, she gave it a playful slap and let Paul enjoy the show of her fleshy booty jiggling for him.  

       Once she felt she’d teased Paul’s eyes enough, she walked to the bottom left corner of the bed and dug her hands into the second container.  This time she covered his left leg, his lower belly, and even his crotch and inner thighs.  She playfully gave his manhood a tug, and suggestively looked into his eyes, as she covered it in luscious amounts of dirt pudding.  Paul had to know she intended to lick him clean every place that she covered him in the pudding.  She was marking her territory and she heard no objection from Paul.  His silence only served to heighten her already high expectations for this scenario.

       With the second container empty, she moved to the bottom right corner of the bed and the third container.  The right leg got the same treatment as the left, and she teased Paul’s groin area and inner thighs with more dirt pudding.  There was a little extra pudding left in the third container, so Emma covered both of Paul’s bare feet in the stuff.  She was pretty sure Paul wasn’t into feet stuff, and neither was she, but the extra dirt pudding had to go somewhere.  

       Silently moving to the top right corner of the bed, Emma grabbed the last container and added more pudding to Paul’s stomach and chest, as well as covering his right arm.  With the remaining pudding, she smothered Paul’s beard in the stuff and got some on his neck for good measure.

       Observing her dessert strewn across Paul’s husky naked body, Emma could feel herself salivating.  She sloppily licked her hands clean again for Paul to enjoy, before grabbing the bottle of tequila and taking another big gulp.  She gave Paul some more as well.  He seemed to take it better this time.  With the alcohol settled, Emma got back into character and she obediently purred, “Why master, you’re so dirty?”

       “I am.  So, make like a good piggy and lick me clean.”  Paul ordered, as Emma eagerly nodded.  She didn’t know where to start.  She’d envisioned this scenario so many times before.  Did she start with his feet?  Did he start with his arms?  She was frozen within her thoughts until Paul spoke again, “You can start with my arm.”

       “Yes master.”  Emma instantly responded, as she leaned her obese body against the bed and began licking Paul’s forearm.  

       The sensation of Emma’s tongue against his skin felt titillating.  She was working faster than he’d expected.  Paul watched, as Emma’s face became a mess with dirt pudding.  She wrapped her lips around bits of pudding and gummy worms and sucked it all down.  By the time she finished cleaning his first arm, he decided to give her some encouragement.

       “My god you’ve become such a fat little piggy haven’t you??”  Paul teased, as Emma looked at him with her complete undivided attention, “What do you think your parents would say If they knew how helplessly obese you’ve become?”

       “Ahh..  I don’t knoww..”  Emma nearly moaned, as she bit her lip and Paul noticed her hand dart between her legs, “Ugh..  They’d probably be.. disappointed..”

       “You don’t get to pleasure yourself until your job is done.  Now get the other arm.”  Paul ordered, as Emma leaned into Paul’s shoulder and stuffed her mouth with another gob of dirt pudding before guiltily hurrying around the bed.  She’d probably have made better time if she’d rolled herself like the ball of fat she was, “Hurry!”

       “Umm, Yeeesh mashster!”  Emma wheezed, while she came to a halt on the other side of Paul and began earnestly licking his left arm clean.  She was working at a desperate pace.  As if she really feared his threatening tone.  He let her finish the whole arm before he let her have some more encouragement.  It didn’t take his gluttonous piggy long.

       “You’re unrecognizable you know?  From when we met?  Every part of you has swelled with soft jiggling rolls of fat.  What would your cheerleader friends say if they could see you now?”  Paul harshly teased, as Emma’s enjoyment was evident on her pudding covered face.  Her mouth and nose were totally covered in the pudding, but Paul didn’t care.  Emma looked hot messy.  She was looking and acting more and more like the slutty pig she was pretending to be.

       “They’d probably call me a cow or a porker..”  Emma shallowly answered, while she looked at Paul as if asking permission to touch herself.

       “Both legs now.”  Paul responded squashing Emma’s nonverbal request.

       His feeder lumbered to the end of the bed and threw down some pillows to rest her knees on.  When she knelt down, Paul couldn’t see Emma at all over his dirt pudding covered gut.  Although it wasn’t the dirt pudding’s fault he couldn’t see her, if his gut hadn’t been so fat he’d have a front row seat to Emma’s tongue in action.  He was kind of pissed at himself, but his self-loathing subsided as he felt Emma enthusiastically sucking on his pudding covered toes.  Paul was thankful he wasn’t ticklish.

       Once his feet were both licked clean, Emma maneuvered herself to the left side of the bed and started on Paul’s left leg.  Either there was a lot more pudding on his leg than on his arm or Emma was getting full because she was slowing down in her efforts to clean him.  Still though, after a good amount of time where Paul just enjoyed the sound of Emma licking him, she finished the majority of the leg and moved on to the next one, she’d left his inner thighs and crotch untouched.  He figured she wanted him to order her to lick that part of him clean.  Maybe the tequila had something to do with it, but he was okay with that.

       “You’re such a hopeless porker.  Are you out of breath already?”  Paul teased Emma, as he caught her taking a break.  She was probably staring at what he had going on below the waist.

       “Yes master.”  Emma smiled, as she slowly lumbered to her feet and wobblily grabbed the tequila bottle.  She took another big gulp and saw to it that Paul finished off the bottle with a big gulp of his own.  She seemed exhausted, but Paul wasn’t willing to let her take a moment to rest.  Not when she had a job to do.

       “Gosh, I bet even the thought of exercise gets you out of breath.”  Paul chastised Emma, as he watched his feedee’s face revel in the humiliation he was hurling her way, “I don’t care if you need a break, keep going.  You know what you need to clean next.”

       “With pleasure master.”  Emma winked, as she hornily licks her lips.  She’d imagined going down on Paul many times, and always wondered what his face would look like if she actually did it.  Would he be upset with her, elated?  Excited?  Well this was her chance.  She plopped her fat body between Paul’s licked clean legs and shimmied herself forward like a blubbery walrus until she was in the proper position.  She began her quest with a deviant joy pulsing through her, as she went down on Paul, she looked up to see the look on his face but was slightly disappointed to only see his rounded gut blocking the way.  She felt a little robbed but didn’t want to voice her complaint.  Besides she could still hear him, it sounded like he was very happy with her.

       As she continued with Paul in her mouth, she watched one of his fat arms lazily reach over his gut, and firmly cradle the back of her head.  He’d broken one of the cuffs!!  Gosh!  He wanted her bad!  He wanted more and she gave it to him with gusto!

       “Just like that you fat slut..”  Paul sighed in delight, while the line between what was real and what was a dream blurred in his mind.  The tequila stripped away his inhibitions and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t Paul.  He was Emma’s feeder.  “Oink for me!”

       Emma tried to follow his orders, but her mouth was far too occupied.  The thrill of having Paul talk down to her while she worshiped him was tickling her in places, she thought she needed hands for!  As she continued, and used her hands to provide Paul more stimulation, his humiliating comments died down, all she could hear was his moaning and grunting.  His passionate uncontrolled noises drove Emma crazier and gave her the extra energy she needed to finish her masculine feeder off.

       While Paul let out a moan of delight, Emma swallowed her hard-earned treat.  

        “Mhhh!!”  Emma hummed with another gulp, “Now it’s all clean master.”

       Seeing Paul relax contently without giving her a word sent Emma a thrilling message.  He was treating her as if she was a worthless fat piggy.  He wasn’t even congratulating her or thanking her for her efforts.  He was sticking to the character in a way that made Emma forget what they were doing was just a game.  Her mission was to please her master, and she wouldn’t fail.

        Starting on licking his belly clean, Emma’s stomach hurt from all she’d eaten, but she couldn’t stop.  She licked and slurped and wiggled herself further on top of Paul.  His belly took a long time, especially his belly button, but eventually she ate the majority of the pudding.  Heaving herself forward with great effort, Emma forced her obese body atop Paul’s and used her tongue to clean his chest.  It wasn’t easy, her huge breasts kept getting in the way.  She was getting extremely messy from the process, but Paul couldn’t care.  He loved watching her struggle.  Feeling Emma’s weight on top of him was a thrill he’d savor forever.  He was proud he’d done this to Emma because he knew she loved it too.  She’d never be the same and it was all because of him.  He could be immensely proud of that.

       Everything was feeling great, but then Emma stopped.  Paul looked at her disapprovingly and she muttered a sorrowful, “I can’t reach your face..”

       It was true, his exhausted feedee had beached herself on top of his gut and seemed unable to propel herself any further.  Paul was very excited by this reality, but he hadn’t wanted her to stop, he still had pudding all over his beard and his neck.  He knew she needed more motivation, and he’d give it too her, “What’s a matter?  Didn’t you know moving becomes difficult when you’re pushing FOUR hundred pounds.”

       The logical center of Emma’s brain knew she wasn’t quite close to pushing four hundred pounds, but the way Paul said it made her believe it.  Playing along, she cooed, “Forget my stomach, even my intestines feel oversaturated with the fattening foods you keep forcing on me.”

        “Such a fat pig.”  Paul shook his head, as if disappointed with Emma.

       His demeaning look motivated her to push further.  She heaved herself upward and tried to inch closer to her goal like a fat caterpillar.  At least that was until..

       “Ahooohh!”  Emma gushed, as something big and warm stumbled up and into her most private of area with the most satisfying feeling following suit.  Apparently, her enthusiastic blowjob hadn’t been enough to lull Paul’s bulge into submission because she’d now firmly lodged it up the very place she knew she shouldn’t have.

       “Emma!”  Her feeder growled apparently very displeased with her.  She knew she’d crossed a line, but her body didn’t want to obey.  She tried to coax more pleasure from the spot she’d found herself in, but her hips were too exhausted to listen.  Paul was mostly tied up, she wanted to keep going, but all her energy seemed zapped from her body.  She was too full to move, even though she craved nothing more than to rock her feeder’s world.

       “Get off me now.”  He said in the angriest of tone’s she’d ever heard from him.  He used his free hand to forceful try and shove her off of him, but he couldn’t do it without her help.  She was simply far too big to be moved now.  With the guilt overtaking her, Emma helped Paul as best she could and barely managed to roll herself to his side.  She’d reached her limit.  She was too full, too fat, and far to tired to move anymore.  She was out of breath and she’d hardly budged.  She’d really done it this time.  She should have been guilty but feeling so powerless actually made her feel more aroused than she’d ever recalled being before.

       “What were you thinking?”  Paul burst, as Emma only had sex on her mind.  She’d been thinking of the pleasure.  Not of the rules.  She’d crossed the line.  And Paul was right to hate her.  She was a terrible person.  Far worse than the character she was impersonating, but she couldn’t help it.  Not anymore.  She’d lost herself to this fetish, surrendered her free will.. and she wasn’t sorry.

       “I’ll tell you what you were thinking.”  Paul growled, as Emma could feel the shame coming.  She craved the punishment.  She needed it.  She closed her eyes to try and brace the impact. “You thought you could get off before my say so.”

       Emma opened her eyes.  Had she just heard correctly?  Was Paul.. still in character??  Looking at him with a sincere hope, Emma could tell her feeder was indeed the man still in bed next to her.  He was working to free his left hand, and once he’d finished that.  He got his feet out of their binds.

       “You disobeyed me.”  Paul evilly threatened, as Emma could feel real fear and excitement in her heart.

       “It was an accident master.”  Emma shamefully recoiled, as Paul got off the bed and began tugging her off of the bed too.  Moving her fat body was a slow process, dragging out the suspense and heightening Emma’s aroused sensitivities.  He stopped when her butt had reached the bed’s edge.

        “It was no accident.  And now, you’ll need to be punished like the slutty piggy you are.”  Paul vowed, as Emma’s face lit up with anticipation.

       “Yes master!”  She yelped, as Paul spread her legs apart and maneuvered himself into position.

       This was happening!  This was really happening!

       Emma moaned a delirious sigh of relief and jubilation as her feeder began having his way with her for the first time.  If felt even more amazing than she’d always imagined.  As Paul worked, Emma took everything he gave her with a visceral satisfaction.  She loved him, and she loved this more than she could ever put into words.  He even gave her some titillating words to listen too while he worked his magic and rocked her into a state of immobilized blissful delight.

       “I love feeding you.  Watching those pleading eyes looking at me, begging for more.  I can’t wait to keep destroying your body.  One day you’ll forget what it was like to be free.  You’ll only remember your submission to me.  You are not just a slutty piggy.  You’re my pet.  My toy.  You’re just the means to satisfy my selfish needs.”  Paul crafted his drunken words without a filter, “The arousal I awaken within you, will eventually consume you, until you’re so fat and helpless you can’t even roll over.”

       “Manipulate me master.  Abuse me.  Do all that you’ll do!  I’m yours!”  Emma echoed between exhausted moans of delight, “Ahhh!  I love you!”

      “I wanna hear you squeal like the pig you are.”  Paul growled, as he released the lust that had consumed him for so long.

       “Yes master, ahhh!  Yes master!”  Emma yelped so overtaken with the bliss of Paul’s motion to comply immediately.

       Paul didn’t stop until he had his piggy squealing with the kind of uncontrollable joy that was only possible after months of buildup and delayed gratification.  They kept at it into the late hours of the night, until their bodies couldn’t sustain the act any longer.  They each passed out in character.  Never speaking of what they were doing even after they’d finished.  Maybe it was the catharsis they needed to move on from one another, maybe it was a selfish act of passion that they both deserved to be shamed for.  Maybe it was something else entirely.  Either way, in the warmth of the night, cuddled together, it didn’t matter to Paul or Emma.  For now, it was over, they could each finally rest, together.

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