"Are you fucking serious?!!"
Having just woken and instinctively begun swiping through stories on Instagram, Helen had a rude awakening. Steph had posted a multitude of videos and photos last night, many of them featuring her getting far too comfortable with the object of Helen's desires, James. They'd been celebrating a mutual friend's birthday over dinner, followed by a visit to a nightclub, with the antics getting wilder with each post. Helen was furious.
She didn't have anything serious going with James herself, but she'd been vying for his attention for a while. They'd even gone on a couple of not-quite-dates that had gone well, but he just didn't seem interested in committing. Helen knew she could be the one to pin him down though, he was smart, sexy and successful. Winning him over had become a goal in her mind. She wanted to see the look on Steph's stupid face when she locked him down.
Steph's "stupid face" had certainly gotten chubbier recently though, even before Gemma had announced the bonus scheme. Maybe that was why James had been paying so much attention to her, that or her absurdly ample chest, or a combination of both. Not normally one to slut shame, Helen had rolled her eyes when she'd seen how low cut the top Steph was wearing was. She knew damn well what she was doing.
She fired off a text to her long-time best friend Natasha requesting, or more accurately demanding, they go for brunch ASAP. Helen hadn't mentioned anything about James, but Natasha was used to her boy problems and could sense from the tone of her text that this was one of those occasions. She never turned down brunch anyway.
Helen hopped in the shower, scowling at the memory of Steph's posts as the burning hot water rained on her skin. She muttered endless insults under her breath, berating her romantic rival. What did she have that she didn't? Was it really her growing curves? Of course, she'd scoured James' Instagram the day after they'd first met, identifying every one of his exes and scouring their pages too. He didn't seem to have particularly 'big' tastes, but they were all far bigger than herself. Remembering the agency's bonus scheme, maybe she could kill two birds with one stone...
She towelled herself down, blow-dried her luscious black hair and slipped into a pair of high-waisted leather trousers, buttoning them up with slightly more difficulty than the last time she'd worn them. She paired them with a white crop top that let exposed a modest roll of belly. While she hadn't gained a substantial amount of weight in recent years, especially compared to the rest of the female population, she'd gone up a couple of sizes and often found herself squeezing into her older clothes.
She was soon out the door and in an Uber with the air-conditioning thankfully on full-blast. It was barely 10am and already almost intolerably hot. As the car crawled along in traffic, Helen gazed into the shop windows they passed by and noticed just how big the mannequins were. Larger mannequins had gradually moved from being hidden in the plus-size section in the back of every shop to being displayed in those same shops' windows, before being replaced with even larger ones as the slimmer mannequins were retired altogether. In a move to be more accommodating of all sizes, some shops had started "slim-size" ranges, but those seemed to be relegated to the back of the stores as plus sizes used to be.
Exiting the Uber and entering the brunch spot, a popular American-style restaurant with a deliberately tacky 80s interior, Helen soon spotted Natasha seated at a table. Despite both having busy lives they managed to catch up regularly, and yet Natasha still seemed to look bigger every time they saw each other. "She must be 350lbs now..." Helen thought to herself, trying to estimate Natasha's weight based on her 5'8 frame and the figure she'd told her last time. Her ass was spilling over the sides of her chair and her arms were on full display, looking stunningly large. The red sundress she was wearing seemed to be struggling to contain her and gave a clear outline of her hanging belly.
Noticing her friend had arrived, Natasha rose from her seat and enthusiastically hugged Helen. Helen was only able to partially wrap her arms around her friend, but felt immense comfort in how soft she was. Over the years, she'd seen her friend transform from a slender girl with a passion for ballet to a triple-chinned goddess who had to squeeze her chubby feet into wide-fit shoes. She had an incredibly busy romantic life, but never seemed interested in committing to any one of the adoring men who were blowing up her phone 24/7.
They took their seats and began flicking through the menu when Helen blurted out, "I need to get bigger Natasha."
Natasha raised an eyebrow in response and smirk crept across her face, "oh really? Why do you say that?"
"Well, bookings are drying up at work and they've got a bonus scheme going - £5,000 for every size we go up," Helen replied.
"Paid to eat? Sign me up. Those hips would be incredible with some extra pounds..." Natasha said, clearly picturing what Helen would look like at her own weight.
"And I was just getting used to this world with chairs big enough to contain my ass," Helen said with a laugh.
"What size did you have in mind?" Natasha asked, increasingly excited by the journey Helen was embarking on.
"Well 20 feels like a nice round number" Helen replied.
"That's a big jump!" Natasha said, surprised. "You'd look great though and who knows, maybe you won't be able to stop."
Helen was now picturing what she'd look like at Natasha's weight too, she'd never considered being that big. She tried to imagine how the fat would distribute itself, how her belly would inevitably hang, how wide her hips would get, how she'd look with a double-chin. She was slightly nervous at the prospect of such a drastic change but felt an intense feeling of excitement bubbling in her.
The waitress arrived at their table, not much smaller than Natasha herself. Her belly put a fair amount of distance between her and the table, the string of her apron just about fitting round it.
"What'll it be?" she asked.
"I'll have the All-American Deluxe please, with a few extra pancakes, a fried chicken burger and a cookies & creme frappe," Natasha replied, having unsurprisingly selected the largest dish on the menu, only to make it larger.
"And I-" Helen began.
"And she'll have the same," Natasha added, before closing both their menus and handing them to the waitress, who thanked them and headed off.
"What the hell Natasha? There's no way I can eat that much food," Helen said.
"From now on, when you're with me, we're going to do things my way. You want to get big don't you?" Natasha replied in an assertive voice.
Helen was slightly taken aback, but a powerful feeling of submissiveness took over and then, quite suddenly, she was embarrassingly turned on. Her face did little to hide the complex mix of emotions she was feeling as she tried to compose herself.
"Did you like that?" Natasha laughed.
"Shut up! You only get to do this because you're my friend, okay?" Helen said, trying to compose herself.
"So the feedee becomes the feeder..." Natasha said, causing them to both burst out laughing.
They spent the next 15 minutes catching up on the last couple of weeks, with Natasha's life seeming to be increasingly consumed by wealthy eligible bachelors trying to woo her with visits to fancy restaurants and expensive gifts. She explained how she was tempted to finally commit to one of them so she could quit her job and became a huge, spoiled housewife who never had to lift a finger. Helen's mind flashed back to her favourite reality TV shows, maybe Natasha would be on one of them one day.
The frappes landed on the table with a loud thud. Wide-eyed, Helen stared at the almost comically large glass. There seemed to be more whipped cream than liquid in it, coated in sprinkles and chocolate shavings. This was a version of coffee the same way a pug is a version of a wolf, she thought to herself. Looking up, she saw Natasha had already removed the straw, eaten the top of the whipped cream and began chugging the drink. The drink landed back on the table and she wiped the whipped cream from around her mouth with a smile, before leaning over and removing the straw from Helen's.
"Hey! Why did you do that?" Helen said.
"I'm sure you enjoy food plenty enough Helen, but if you want to get big then you need to completely let go," Natasha said, with a smirk.
Helen rolled her eyes, before lowering her head to the mountain of whipped cream and taking in a mouthful, she hadn't realised how hungry she was until she tasted it. Without raising her head, she licked up more and more of it until she finally had to come up for air. She quickly scanned the room, nobody seemed to be staring.
"Mmm, okay that's good," Helen admitted, wiping the traces of it from around her mouth. With enough cream cleared, she was able to take a swig of the sweet, creamy drink itself.
"You'd be amazed at how many calories are in those things, they're practically a dessert," Natasha said, before taking another few gulps of her own, her chins moving rhythmically with each swallow.
"I'm surprised you know that, you don't look like you've been counting calories," Helen replied with a laugh.
Two giant plates landed on their table and an "oh my god" involuntarily slipped from Helen's lips. In front of her was a plate with a stack of six extremely thick pancakes drenched in maple syrup with a sizeable chunk of butter on top, surrounded by slab bacon, fried potatoes, sausages and a couple of fried eggs. By the time she'd registered the sheer quantity of food in front of her, their chicken burgers landed on the table too.
"Natasha, I don't know if I can eat all this," Helen said nervously.
"Sure you can," Natasha said, already stuffing a forkful of pancake into her mouth, swallowing it in an instant, and loading up another forkful.
"Well I guess I'll try..." Helen said, doing the same at half the speed.
Their conversation continued, albeit at a much slower pace as they spoke between mouthfuls of food. Helen quickly became surprised at the ease with which she was putting it away, she'd truly been inspired by Natasha. Occasionally, Helen would look from her plate and admire just how big her friend looked as forkful after forkful passed her lips, shiny from the maple syrup. Every few bites, she'd take a huge gulp of her frappe, quickly draining it and requesting another from the waitress. It felt like her friend had truly found her purpose - to pump herself full of fattening foods and get bigger and bigger.
Helen surprised herself with the speed at which she was working through her own plate but it still felt insurmountable. Remembering the chicken burger, she picked it up and took a delicious bite, sauce quickly dripping down her chin. She took a couple more bites and paused briefly to wipe the sauce from her chin. As she finished chewing her mouthful, her attention turned to Natasha again, who had nearly cleared her plate. She held her head low to the plate, as if consumed by her desire to stuff her face as quickly as possible. Helen could see her opulent gold necklace trapped between her huge cleavage.
As Helen dutifully progressed through her burger, Natasha mopped up the sauce with the last piece of her remaining pancake and let out a deep belch once she'd swallowed it. Thankfully the sounds of the busy restaurant largely drowned it out, but Helen knew that Natasha didn't care either way, she was proud to be a pig.
"Is that all you've been able to eat?" Natasha asked teasingly as she absentmindedly massaged her bloated belly.
"I'm trying!" Helen replied defensively, between mouthfuls of her burger.
"I thought you wanted to get big?" Natasha said, "you want to get big, don't you?"
Helen nodded submissively, unable to reply with her mouth full of pancake and syrup. Natasha's teasing was having its desired effect as Helen began chewing and swallowing faster. She undid the straining button on her waistband and felt her bloated belly spill onto her lap. Before long, she finished her chicken burger but quickly hit a wall, feeling physically unable to fit the remainder of the eggs, bacon and pancakes still on the huge plate in front of her. She felt pinned down under the weight of her belly pushing up her crop top. She'd never felt so full in her life.
"I'm so full Natasha, I don't think I can eat any more," Helen said, between stifled burps.
"Tell you what, finish your frappe and I'll accept your sub-par performance," Natasha said, clearly eyeing up the remainder of her plate.
"Uh, okay," Helen replied nervously, assessing the third of her drink still remaining in its intimidatingly large glass.
"Tilt your head back, open your throat, and chug," Natasha commanded.
Helen righted herself in her seat and followed her friends commands. She felt the thick, rich drink flow down her throat and tried to mimic Natasha's rhythmic swallows she'd seen earlier. All the thoughts in her head soon cleared as she focused her mind on pumping the calorific frappe inside herself, feeling the weight of the glass grow lighter and lighter as the last remaining drops tricked into her mouth.
She slammed the glass on the table and let out a loud burp, not nearly as deafening as Natasha's earlier, but certainly the loudest she'd ever done. She'd normally feel embarrassment in this scenario but she was too overwhelmed with the effects of her own gluttony to care. It felt like a switch had been flicked in her mind, like she'd found a new purpose. She slumped back in her seat in a daze, a faint smile on her face as she massaged her distended belly to bring herself some relief. Natasha wasted no time in taking her plate and clearing the remaining contents with ease, admiring her handiwork in the seat opposite.
"Just you wait hun, you've got a big future ahead of you."