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[XWG, Blackmail, force-feeding, teasing, humiliation, workout-fails, wardrobe malfunctions, stuffing, sex] Description: Nancy, a college sophomore and teacher’s pet, is secretly dating her Philosophy Professor with hopes of making their relationship official after she graduates. However, after her jealous arch frenemy, Kassy, finds out, Nancy is blackmailed into fattening up seemingly without end. Fattened by a Frenemy By Polarisdreamer KASSY Freshman year of college was not kind to me. It was the same way in high school. I was an introverted 19-year-old that was just a little too fat to fit in anywhere. I was always on the chubby side, my appearance was round thanks to my wide waistline, broad shoulders, large chest, and comparatively slim arms, legs, hips and bottom, but when I started college, well, let’s just say suddenly my soft curves started expanding out of control as more and more belly fat began to settle upon my regrettably apple shaped frame. Social situations gave me anxiety and to cope, I turned to food. Something quite abundant on college campuses. My roommate and I didn’t get along, and I even felt a little shunned by the other girls in my hallway, except Nancy. Around the time I started putting on more weight a few weeks into the semester, she took an interest in me, and I took an interest in her. Nancy Newman was a bombastic 125-pound blonde and an unrepentant pleasure seeker with a high-pitched voice, and an overly wordy vocabulary. Unlike me, Nancy was very popular, and for good reason. She was gorgeous. I’m not even gay and I had a crush on her the moment I laid my eyes on her. She was taller than me, at about 5’6, skinnier than me, by at least 60 or 70 pounds, and all around just more ideally proportioned. Whereas I carried most of my weight in my belly and breasts, Nancy was a coveted hourglass, carrying her weight evenly across her toned athletic body with one notable exception, her rather big perky breasts. She was everything I ever wanted to be. But as I was saying, once I started packing on some extra weight, she started saying hello to me here and there in passing. I thought she was just being polite, but then one night when passing each other on the stairs, she invited me to study with her in the library. She even complemented me on my outfit and offered to buy me some hot chocolate. Just like that, Nancy took me under her wing. We started hanging out every night, studying and snacking together. Nancy had fast-metabolism, a ravenous appetite and was a bit of a food-pusher, but I didn’t mind. It just felt nice to be accepted by someone. She even started showing me how to dress to flatter my figure. Her rules were simple and clear to follow. Since I was a big apple, I was to avoid tucking in my tops so as not to draw attention to my belly. I was to opt for darker solid colors with small patterns to create a slimmer effect on my upper body. Although, to be honest I’m not sure it mattered much since my belly accumulated more and more weight each passing week thanks to all the snacks Nancy forced on me. Anyway… My tops needed to be V-neck or boat neck in order to highlight my broad shoulders. Any dress I wanted to wear needed to end just above the knee and have a raised waistline. Lastly, I was to flaunt my comparatively slimmer arms and legs by wearing sleeveless tops and pretty short skirts. Before I knew it, I was fashionable enough to sit with her and her group of friends during lunch on a regular basis. Somehow after weeks of awkwardness it seemed like I had finally found a friend, and a group of friends to call my own. However, Nancy and her friends were all very different from me. They were more outgoing, cuter… and thin. I didn’t realize it at first, and maybe Nancy didn’t realize it either, but I had been accepted into the clique to fill a vacancy. This group of attractive college coeds needed a token fat friend, someone to take pictures with that made them look better than they already did, and that fat friend was me. I felt self-conscious about my size in relation to their tiny figures, but it was a small price to pay for friendship. So, next to all my beautiful friends I did my best to play my role as best I could. I would fetch drinks for them at parties, be the best wing-girl I could be, all while silently hating myself while they soaked up all the male attention. As freshman year progressed, I began to lose count of how many times I helped my friends, especially Nancy, get together with a guy that I secretly liked. I hated being the fat friend, but it was better than being alone, so for a time, I continued to put up with it. I even accepted Nancy’s nickname for me that the group quickly adopted, ‘Big Apple’ since I was from New York and… a big apple shaped young woman… When we would go out shopping, Nancy would lead everyone to straight-size stories like Abercrombie & Fitch or Banana Republic, places that had nothing remotely close to my swelling size. So, I was restricted to browsing for shoes and accessories, the only things that would fit me, and of course holding everyone else’s shopping bags like a pack mule. On a particular trip to the mall near the end of the semester, I grew tired of waiting around while they tried on their haul, so I went outside. That’s when none other than Nancy stopped me and asked if I’d take her shopping bags with me. Having no problem with my role as the group’s bag girl, I grabbed the bags and waited outside the store. It wasn’t until later, when we’d returned to the dorm, that Nancy showed off the clothes that she’d hidden inside those bags she’d entrusted to me—clothes she hadn’t paid for—that I realized she’d made a thief of me. The act of tricking me into stealing for her didn’t even hurt as much as the fact that she was willing to see me get in trouble so she could add a few cute, collared shirts and knee-length skirts to her expansive wardrobe. That was my worth to her. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I was sick and tired of playing second fiddle to everyone. When I got a minute alone with Nancy, I told her how I was feeling. The resentment, the embarrassment. All of it. I even told her that I wanted to start hitting the gym. That’s when Nancy showed her true colors. “No don’t do that Kassy! Hmhm! If you lose weight, I’ll need to think of a new nickname for you!” Nancy teased in her usual lighthearted way. “That’s great, because I hate being called, ‘big apple!’ It’s humiliating when everyone reminds me I’m overweight!” I complained finally letting the truth spill out. “If you didn’t like it… Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Nancy questioned sounding a little concerned. “Because I just wanted to fit in… And I don’t need everybody knowing I’m sensitive about my weight.” I plainly said, doing my best to explain. “You shouldn’t be. I think it suits you.” Nancy smiled at me, as she put her hand upon my gut and tenderly rubbed it. “Nancy…” I muttered, as she leaned her face closer to mine, eventually planting her lips directly upon my own. Frozen in place, petrified by confusion, fear, and excitement, I just stood there receiving Nancy’s luscious lips for a moment while I tried to decide if I was in fact dreaming or not. As I felt Nancy’s hands digging into my love-handles, her tongue slowly slithered and began dancing against my own, in response I lurched backward and gasped, “Nancy?? What are you doing??” “Isn’t it obvious? We’re kissing. And it seems like you like it.” Nancy devilishly smiled, as she took another step closer to me. “Nancy… I’m not a…” I stuttered, trembling with a strange mixture of emotions. Putting her hand upon my lips and silencing me, Nancy spoke confidently, “Me either, but come on. Everybody’s a little bi in college.” “But why me? I’m so fat… and you’re so…” I managed to squeak before Nancy shut my lips. “I prefer big girls.” Nancy hummed, as it all started to make a bit more sense, “If you promise to keep this a secret, we can have some real fun together. I promise you’ll love it.” My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. I’d never had any interest in girls before, but Nancy was different. Was I mad at her for constantly making me feel invisible to every guy that came up to us when we were out? Or was I mad that in those moments she seemed more interested in them than she did me? I was too mixed up to really know in the moment. The one thing I did know was that getting kissed by Nancy Newman made me feel more alive than I’d felt since I’d arrived at college. So, ignoring the voice of caution screaming out in the back of my mind. I went, as I all too often did, for instant gratification. “I promise, this will be our little secret.” I hummed, while Nancy gave me another kiss as a reward, this time I didn’t resist. I’d never been kissed before, and Nancy was experienced. For a few moments, it felt like I was in heaven… Then Nancy said something else, as her hands lustfully returned to my belly. “Do you think I could… Umm… feed you by hand? It would turn me on so much!” “O-okay, sure…” I replied, helpless to resist. Turns out Nancy wasn’t just bisexual, she was a feeder, something I did some homework on after she stuffed me silly and took me to a happy place I’d never been before. Turns out she wasn’t just into bigger girls; she was into making girls bigger. With winter break on the horizon, my little taste of excitement was all I had to hold me over when I returned home for winter break. I’d put on almost 20 pounds my first semester of college, and Nancy was intent that I pack on more, much more. Over winter break, we texted every day. She wanted pictures of my belly before and after meals. Nothing turned her on more than the prospect of me growing even fatter, so grow fatter I did. My parents didn’t comment on my weight and my friends… What friends? All I had was Nancy, so I did what made her happy. I ate, and ate, and ate. If I sent Nancy a picture of my stuffed belly, I got a text message reward: *You look like you’ve eaten sooo much!! I just wanna kiss your beautiful belly!* Her praise and attention were more nourishing to my self-esteem than anything else. So, I continued falling down the feedism rabbit hole. When we got back to school in the spring, our friends were a little concerned I’d somehow managed to gain nearly another 20 pounds over break, but Nancy was thrilled with my progress and wanted more. Everyday our nightly study sessions were replaced by stuffing sessions and then as Nancy liked to refer to it, pleasure time. And pleasure me Nancy did like nobody had ever done before. She was assertive in the bedroom, and I just did whatever she said. The enthusiasm she pleasured me with was the only reason I was okay with the fact that she continued seeing other people while we were hooking up. I was her secret main squeeze during the weeknights, and she’d hook up with random guys most weekends, perhaps to maintain appearances around our friends or because her lust for sex, much like her appetite, was simply insatiable. That semester, I gained almost 40 pounds. I’d started college weighing around 180-pounds, I’d started the spring semester closer to 215 pounds, and I ended my freshman year at a whopping 255 pounds. Gaining 75 pounds was noticeable. Our friends judged me for it, I know they did, but Nancy did her best to keep them from confronting me about it. After all, she wanted me happy, so I’d gain more weight for her over the summer. And that’s exactly what I did… By the time Sophomore year started I was close to 300 pounds, I thought Nancy wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off me, but when we reunited things were different. We hooked up a few times in private, but when we did, it seemed like her attention was elsewhere. Two weeks into the fall semester of sophomore year, I confronted her about it and to my absolute horror Nancy told me she had lost interest in me and that she was breaking up with me. I protested as strongly as I could, but Nancy was serious. She’d moved on. Shoving me onto my bed, she took my phone and deleted all records of our communications with one another. Then she threatened to exclude me from our group of friends if I ever mentioned our secret relationship to anyone else. I thought she was bluffing, but the next week everyone froze me out for no reason. When they broke off the silent treatment the following week, I was told it was because I was “just being annoying.” But I knew better. I knew Nancy was just sending me a message about how replaceable I was. At that point, I’d stopped being angry, or heartbroken, or whatever you want to call it. Part of me had always known Nancy was an impulsive opportunist that was simply using me for my fat body. I only let her use me for so long because it felt good, and I didn’t think I had any better options. A week after she’d broken things off with me, I’d stopped wanting her to change her mind about seeing me again. Our relationship, if you want to call it that, was always toxic. She’d butter me up to get what she wanted, and then just toss me to the curb when she was satisfied. She never cared about me, she just liked that I was overweight and an easy target to manipulate. I didn’t want to get back together with her. I just f*cking wanted revenge. And I was willing to put up with any level of cr*p from my “friends” in order to make sure I got it. Someway, somehow, Nancy Newman would suffer for how she treated me. NANCY I first met Professor Geneviève Wolfe, my freshman year, around the time I started secretly seeing Kassy. During the fall of Freshman year, I worked out often at the college gym, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays this foxy lady would usually stop by between 1PM and 2PM to do squats in the basement when none of the male sports teams were down there. At 31 years old, 5’9 and roughly 160lbs, Professor Wolfe was not particularly athletic but was clearly someone who still went to the gym every other day or so. She always kept her dark hair a professional-looking medium length and wore a pair of smart looking glasses, perhaps to distract from the sheer beauty of her model-like face. With perky b-cup breasts, a soft trim waist, firm but meaty thighs, wide hips, and an absolute dump truck of an ass, Professor Wolfe was a pear-shaped beauty through and through. She was bookish, and fit, not a meathead at all. I actually had no idea she was faculty until I offered to spot her one day when she was squatting, and she started talking about the classes she was teaching. I kept my cool, pretended to be interested in what he was saying, ogled her ass every time she wasn’t looking, and we continued talking, eventually deciding to go for a run together on the indoor track. I had to jog slow so she could keep up, I think all that junk in her trunk weighed her down. While we talked, it turned out we had a lot of similar interests, such as hiking, fashion, cooking, and an unhealthy fascination with jewelry making. After meeting her, I started fantasizing and getting off to the thought of fattening her up each and every day, especially when I was feeding and getting it on with my casual-feedee friend-with-benefits Kassy. My obsession was unhealthy, made worse by my constant attempts to run into her at the gym and say hello to her whenever I got the chance. Through our few brief conversations together over the course of the semester, I learned two important things, she was single, and that her ex had been a girl! So, over winter break, I enthusiastically registered for one of her courses in the Spring and decided on a plan of action. I was going to take my infatuation with her to the next level and seduce her, slowly. Unlike sheepish submissive Kassy, Professor Wolfe was going to be a trickier puzzle to crack, she was confident, outgoing, quite charming and… well… faculty. Student-faculty relationships were strictly prohibited by the University, but the forbidden nature of this challenge made it all the more exciting to me. I was never one to be deterred by a challenge. The more difficult the chase the more worth it I knew she would be. Just the thought of turning a bonified sexy professor into my subordinate feedee drove me wildly lustful to no end. When Spring finally rolled around, operation ‘teacher’s pet’ was a go. Yes, I was seeing Kassy pretty much every night and fattening her up to my heart’s content as an outlet for my sexual desires for my professor, but she was just too easy. I needed more of a challenge, so when I wasn’t stuffing Kassy silly and enjoying her big body as she fattened up, my attention was on breaking the ice with Professor Wolfe. In her intro to psychology class, I played the part of a good student. I’d show up a few minutes early every class and make a point to greet her with a smile, say hello, and ask her how her day was going. I wanted her to appreciate my friendly and outgoing nature. In class, I paid attention, I acted interested in the material she was teaching, I participated in class discussion, answered her questions, took great notes, stayed off my cell phone, avoided daydreaming. I made sure I truly looked interested in every word Professor Wolfe was saying. I knew being a good student alone wouldn’t seduce her, but it was important groundwork for what was to come later. My academic interest seemed to please her, and that was enough for now. During this first phase of my plan, I kept my outfits school-appropriate, but wore clothes that flattered my awesome figure. Instead of crop tops, and short shorts, I wore collared shirts and knee-length skirts. I wanted to catch her eye each and every day in a good way, so I never wore the same outfit twice. I did my best to look more elegant and mature than my peers and probably managed to look neat and polished consistently enough to achieve that goal. I wanted to appear professional, and for Professor Wolfe to see me more as an equal than an immature student. Once I felt like I had established my sincerity as a good, interested student, the next phase of my teacher’s pet plan began. First, I wanted to start conveying my interest in her through my body language. So, whenever she looked at me, I started trying hold her eye contact a little longer than normal and smile to see if she’d smile back at me. She usually would. I’d nod slightly whenever I felt she thought she was making a great point in lecture to make her feel validated and like I agreed with her. I’d even drop my pen and have to bend over to grab it just to give her ample opportunities to see what my fit body had to offer. “Oops! Clumsy me!” I started going to her office hours. I’d ask for help with assignments, talk about exam prep, ask her to proofread my papers. I think she was impressed with my work ethic, but mainly I just wanted to stick out among the crowd of students she had this semester, I wanted to form a bond. My belief was that familiarity would lead to fondness, so I tried to get as much face time with Professor Wolfe as possible to increase the likelihood that she’d develop feelings for me. I started e-mailing her, asking questions about homework, sharing my thoughts on discussions or ideas brought up in class, sending her articles I thought she might find interesting, anything to make myself stand out. I made sure to stay professional but started getting a little playful with my use of emojis, something Professor Wolfe also tended to do in her e-mails. After a few weeks of my plan, Professor Wolfe and I organically started engaging in conversations unrelated to class. After class and during her office hours I would inquire about her hobbies and interests, and she’d ask about mine. I asked her about her background and how she came to be a professor and she asked me about what my passions were. The plan was slowly working. We were growing closer. We weren’t just Professor and student anymore; we were becoming friendly. I even got her a little gift. Professor Wolfe mentioned a book she was interest in during class, so I bought her the book, wrapped it up, and left it on her desk with a little note that read: “I was thinking of you and thought this might make you happy! -Nancy” When she tried to return the book to me the next day, I didn’t shy away from telling her that I really liked her, as a professor, and wanted her to have it. She accepted my gift and thanked me profusely. We were growing closer each and every day. One day before class, she felt comfortable enough to confide in me that she hadn’t had enough to eat for breakfast, after class I rushed to get her a donut and a muffin and brought them to her in her office, she said I was a life saver while I watched her scarf both of them down ravenously. I’d never seen her chow down before, and by god it was so sexy. She had a sweet tooth! What luck! I made it a habit to stop by her office hours with pastries and snacks for us to share from then on out. Another day before class, Professor Wolfe complained about feeling tired, so after class I got her a creamy and fattening latte from Starbucks. She was so happy she hugged me after I handed it to her. Feeling her embrace me almost made my heart explode with unrelenting joy. Another habit was born, I’d bring two coffees early to class, one for me, and one for her so it wouldn’t look too suspicious. To my fellow students I probably did seem like a goodie-two-shoes teacher’s pet, but in reality, my plan was working better than I could have dreamed. As time flew by and the end of the semester neared, all those extra fattening pastries, snacks, and lattes had clearly taken a toll on Professor Wolfe’s figure. It was probably 10 or 15 pounds at most, but it was enough that it was noticeable. She’d begun to sprout a beautiful **-belly. I couldn’t resist how tight Professor Wolfe’s professional clothing now hugged her bottom-heavy frame. That dump truck of hers was positively popping in everything she wore, and I was obsessed with it. I decided it was time to drop a more serious hint about my attraction to her. I left a box of chocolates in Professor Wolfe’s campus mailbox during finals week with a handwritten note signed: “Your secret admirer…” She had to have known it had come from me. Professor Wolfe was many things, but stupid was not one of them. The next day, she sent me an invitation to a holiday mixer of sorts she was hosting at her house at the end of the semester, after final grades would be submitted. It was then I knew it was on. She’d received my message loud and clear. A week later, I headed over to her place for the mixer scantily dressed in a pair of high-waisted jeans shorts, and a revealing yellow crop top. The time for subtlety was over. I’d spent an hour on my makeup, and I knew I looked absolutely flawless. I’d checked my top to make sure I was showing a tasteful amount of cleavage before ringing the doorbell and joining the party. Her house looked nice, but not as nice as she did dressed as a thick university professor. Compared to her elegance, I felt like a slut about to go clubbing. Music was in the air; the place was filled with a lot of students. It was a pretty casual get together, with everyone just sitting around, talking, having lemonade and snacking on fruit. Even though I felt I must have looked out of place, Professor Wolfe made me feel comfortable with the way she reached for my hand and welcomed me in. I kept things professional at the party, but I just had a feeling that it was the right time. As I conversed with my professor, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to pounce on top of her and rip her sexy work clothes right off of her. As we continued to talk, I started flirting a little bit, I couldn’t help myself. It was like I needed to complement her on everything. As the mixer continued, I knew I wanted to get her alone, but I knew I couldn’t be obvious about it. So, I came up with a plan. I waited until the party was winding down and ‘accidentally’ left my cell phone in her bathroom, hidden, so nobody else would find it. Once there were only a few people left, I thanked Professor Wolfe for the hospitality, she seemed so sad I was leaving, and I walked down the street toward my dorm, just far enough away I could see when the last car left the driveway, and the last guests had all left. Then I headed back toward her house to retrieve my phone. I was pretty nervous walking back up to her front door, but I just told myself that I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. The worst thing that could happen was for her to tell me ‘No!’ once I made a move on her. Plus, the semester was over, so it wasn’t like I ever needed to see her again. So, I knocked on the door. She answered it with a knowing grin. The reddish lipstick she had on earlier had been replaced by a dark shade of black. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the wolf was showing her true colors. “Nancy, forget something?” She winked, as she handed me my phone and signaled for me to follow her in with a simple tilt of her gorgeous face. Speechless, that she’d seen through my plan, I followed her in and sat with her on the couch. The only thing I could think to say was, “How’d you know I left my phone here? I hid it under the sink.” Reaching for a glass of wine on her coffee table, it took me a moment to realize she was handing it to me. As I patiently accepted the glass and took a big gulp, she reached for a glass of her own, took a little sip, and replied knowingly, “You left right after you went to the bathroom, didn’t take me long to put it together.” Blushing intensely, as my heart beat uncontrollably, I gulped down the rest of the wine Professor Wolfe had given me to help calm my nerves. “Haha, slow down, I have more.” She laughed, while I embarrassingly coughed thanks to drinking too fast. Putting her glass of wine down, she took a moment to gently put her hand on my back and give me a few pats to help me settle down. Her touch felt amazing. It was then I noticed her reach for a piece of chocolate, from a box that looked familiar, and pop it into her mouth, savoring it. “Thanks for the chocolates by the way. Godiva is probably my favorite brand, but seriously, are you trying to fatten me up or something? Because, if so…” She teased, as she gently grasped my hand and placed upon her soft swollen tummy, “It’s working. This belly went from being flat and thin to thick and rounder than a doughnut! I should really undo the button on my skirt before it undoes itself.” I didn’t know what to say, while I gripped her gut and watched her take off her belt and unbutton her skirt. Lustful thoughts filled my head, I wanted her right there and then. The unspoken attraction between us was simply too much for me to handle, so I leaned forward and just kissed her, while groping the little beer gut she’d developed this semester thanks to me. She seemed surprised at first but intrigued. It took her a moment to commit to it but commit she did. Before I knew what was happening, our tongues were touching, and we were undressing each other. “The teacher’s pet is a naughty girl after all…” She purred, as she threw my top across the room, and unbuttoned my jeans, “I like naughty girls. Wanna know what I do to naughty girls?” “Yes… Professor…” I managed to stutter desperate to find out what was going to happen next. “Semester’s over. I’m not your professor anymore and you’re not my student.” She teased me, as she yanked my jean-shorts down my legs. “So, should I call you… Umm… Geneviève?” I inquired, still probably sounding quite nervous, while kicking off my shorts. I’d never been intimidated by anyone I hooked up with before, but somehow my pudgy professor put me in a submissive place I’d never been before. And the strangest thing was… that I actually liked it. Like, really liked it. “Eww, no. Only my parents call me that. My friends call me Gemma. Call me that.” She ordered, as she tossed off her blouse and smiled at me, “So, do you want the naughty girl treatment or what?” “What’s the naughty girl treatment?” I asked probably sounding more excited and intrigued than I intended, as my eyes couldn’t get enough of Gemma in her lingerie. She looked full, thick and delectable. “You’ll love it. I promise.” Gemma smirked, as she grabbed me by the hair and led me out of the room rather roughly. It was an unbelievably naughty move. I’d never been bullied around like this before. It was a pure adrenaline rush. I was all in! Before I knew it, she led me into her office, pushed me down over her desk, and spanked me right then and there. She was stronger than she looked, she actually made me yelp with excitement. After another three or four playful slaps, she turned me around and she started aggressively making out with me right there on her desk. At one point all her books and papers started tumbling off the desk and onto the floor, but we didn’t even stop! She didn’t hold back or hesitate; she was just all in too! The foreplay really did it for me, so much so I didn’t protest, not one word, when she pulled out a pair of cuffs from her desk and restrained me. Bending me over the desk yet again, I got to watch as she dug back into her desk drawer and pulled out a big strap-on. This time I did voice something, inexperience. “I’ve never done it with a strap-on before.” “Don’t worry, you’re gonna love this. Dildos are way better than d*cks. You never have to worry about a dildo being soft or too big or too small, it can’t accidentally get you pregnant, and it never has to throw up all over your tits. A strap-on is just for a woman’s own pleasure. A dildo doesn’t need to be satisfied; its only job is to satisfy you.” Gemma explained, as she finished getting it on, “You ready for this naughty girl?” “Yesss.” I hissed too horny to say anything else. For the next hour and a half of my life, on and off, I had toe-curling sex with my hot psychology professor and Gemma made me climax no less than four times. I didn’t even know it was possible for me. It was the most intense and primal sexual experience I’d ever had, and I needed more. When it was all said and done, for the rest of the night, we just hung out on her couch laughing, talking and drinking. There was nothing awkward about it. She was really mature about the whole thing, cuddling with me as long as I wanted. When I woke up next to her on the couch in the morning, I felt something I’d never experienced before. Serious infatuation. And… I don’t know… Maybe even… Love? GEMMA I should have known Nancy was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but instead, after she piqued my curiosity, I let her seduce me, because I honestly wanted her to. After my ex dumped me for someone thinner and traditionally prettier it was flattering to be sought after by someone so physically flawless, and so emotionally attentive. All I’d ever wanted out of a relationship was appreciation and admiration, and Nancy gave me each of those in spades without asking anything in return. She was an amazing student, an even better friend, and an even better girlfriend. When I’d first met the girl, I’d carried no more 160 pounds on my tall frame, I wasn’t perfect like Nancy, but I was quite confident that I was doing well for myself in the realm of desirability. I sensed Nancy’s intensions the first day I met her but chose to ignore my instincts. Instead, I was friendly, professional, and encouraging. I was surprised when she showed up in my class the following semester, but the more I got to know the teacher’s pet, the more I started to like her and the more I began to realize that she truly liked me. Her hints were sometimes subtle, sometimes not, but she maintained boundaries and came off as someone very mature for her age. And then, I picked up on her little strange fixation… One day early in the semester I’d let slip that I hadn’t had enough to eat for breakfast. Later that day she’d brought me a donut and a muffin much to my relief, but when I started digging in, I noticed something. It was her eyes. The eyes never lie. When I sunk my teeth into the donut she’d gotten me, there was joy all over her face. At first, I thought she might have just been happy that she’d made me happy, but by the time I’d moved onto the muffin, I could tell she was receiving as much, if not more, pleasure just by watching me indulge, than I probably was as the one indulging. Nancy Newman liked watching me eat. A strange observation that I found oddly… attractive. My suspicions were confirmed quite quickly, as the teacher’s pet brought me little snacks and treats on and off from that day onward. She wanted me to eat more and more. I knew she liked it, so I gave her what she wanted and after a semester with her as my student pushing food in my direction, somehow the teacher’s pet had managed to elevate my weight all the way up to 178 pounds. That’s how much I’d weighed when we’d first hooked up. She couldn’t get enough of my curves, my butt, my hips, my thighs, but especially the newfound potbelly I had grown. She didn’t just like watching me eat, she loved watching me gain weight as a result. She loved my flaws and imperfections just as much as my assets and strengths. But Nancy Newman was also a feeder. Something I’d encountered once before when I myself had been her age. I knew what she wanted, and I thought that knowledge would give me some control over her and our relationship. And at first, it did. She was willing to do anything for me, if I let her feed me. I used this knowledge to tease her, boss her around, and even control her, for a time. I didn’t mind playing at being a feedee, as long as I got what I wanted as well. Her complete and total submission to me in the bedroom. In the early summer, I was in charge, and I laid down some ground rules. While the taboo nature of our relationship was undeniably part of the spark that brought us together, the university was quite clear on forbidding student-Professor relationships, and the consequences for getting caught would be catastrophic to my career as an academic and Nancy’s chances of getting a college degree. So, she wasn’t to register for any of my classes anymore and we were not to associate on campus at all. In fact, I was even okay with Nancy fooling around with other people for now for appearances sake. Our relationship needed to remain a secret and I think Nancy understood that. Although, she was annoyingly insistent about wanting to hook up in my campus office at least once, so I drew a line in the sand and told her flatly that such a thing would never happen since it was too risky. “No if’s, and’s or but’s.” Seeming to accept my authority on the matter, Nancy accepted my terms, and our forbidden relationship took off. I said when she could visit, I said what she could feed me, and I was in charge when it came to getting intimate. That’s the way I’d always liked it, and it seemed Nancy was content with that. She was the most obedient sub I’d ever had, until I started putting on more weight. In June, I gained 10 pounds. No big deal I thought. Most of it went to my ass, hips and thighs, as usual and Nancy couldn’t get enough of my pear-shaped frame. I was letting her feed me every time she visited, and I even found myself starting to overeat even when she wasn’t around because she would constantly text me begging me to indulge and send her pictures. I hated to disappoint, so I ate, and ate, and ate. By the end of July, I had gained another 15 pounds. 25 pounds in two months was a lot. I’d gone from 178lbs to 203lbs. My bottom-heavy figure exploded in size. My ass swelled outward, my hips widened, my thighs ballooned, and my belly blimped outward so far that one might have thought I’d been knocked up. My hips were knocking things over left and right, and my ass was getting stuck in chairs. I was packing on weight so fast my ass seemingly couldn’t even hoard all the extra calories to itself, even my breasts started swelling with newfound fat. In early August, I told Nancy that enough was enough, and that I would be reigning in my weight before the school year started. I drew another line in the sand and Nancy respected it, just like she always had before. At least I thought she did. After all, she offered to help me, she was interested in fully taking control over my diet and exercise. She told me that it appealed to her feedist tendencies even though she’d be helping me lose weight. I believed her. So, I gave her an inch, and she took a mile. The first day I gave her control she starved me and made me run nearly five miles with her. I’d always been somewhat athletic, but at 203 pounds, I felt like a blimp next to her flawless 125-pound physique. Exerting myself in the summer heat without any nourishment was a nightmare. Slow and heavy, my ass, thighs, and belly were all competing to see who could jiggle the most. Then the teasing started. I’d never experienced this side of her before, Nancy was equal parts playful and relentless: “Come on, this is nothing. Move your fat ass Gemma! *Slap*” “If you wanna banish that big belly, you better speed up slowpoke! *poke*” I thought her jabs and prods were all good fun to motivate me, but she wasn’t motivating me. She was subtly deflating my confidence so she could extend what little control I’d given her over me into even more control. She was making diet and exercise so unappealing to me to encourage me to give up my desire to slim down. All so she could pamper and worship my body, as she made it grow fatter and fatter. “F*ck… I’m so out of breath… I need to stop.” I gasped halfway into what would be my last slow wobbly jog a few days into enduring Nancy’s harsh weight loss methods. “What’s your problem? I thought you wanted to get back in shape? If you want to stay fat and weak, by all means, keep bending over and sucking in air like you used to suck down chilly fries.” Nancy cattily prattled at the speed of light. Arching myself upward, I clutched my growling belly. Standing next to flawless Nancy I couldn’t help feeling inferior, I wanted the teasing to stop. I wanted her to worship me again. So, I surrendered, and voiced my weakness, “I could really go for some chilly fries right now…” “Alright. If you insist.” Nancy smiled, knowing I’d fallen into her trap, while she lovingly placed her hand on my gut and teased, “You tried your best, so you deserve a reward.” And just like that, Nancy succeeded in getting me to give up my aspirations to lose weight before the semester started. With my attempts to slim down well and truly over, I fell back into Nancy’s pampering with gusto. I was no longer in control over how much I ate or how much Nancy fed me. She was in charge of my intake, and only when she was well and truly satisfied with how stuffed she’d made me, would she allow me to assume the role of the dominant one in our relationship for our acts of lovemaking. Although, each and every day, she stuffed me a little more, so much so that dominating her was becoming a little difficult for me. I think seeing me increasingly struggle drove Nancy wild. I knew she’d make a play for dominance in the bedroom one day, and to be honest, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious just what she had in store for me. Over the month of August, I gobbled up enough junk food to cause my pudgy body to plump up another 18 pounds, making me look quite chubby around the time I returned to work in September. At 221lbs, all of my work clothes had grown too small for my thickening figure. I had to go shopping for a new wardrobe much to Nancy’s excitement. My coworkers were polite about the change in my physique, although one of my department’s receptionists crushed my confidence when she asked me one day when I was due. To make matters worse, at the start of the semester I learned Nancy had disregarded my warnings and joined one of the classes I was teaching. At first, I was furious with her, but she quickly made it up to me, vowing to let my fat ass sit on her face as often as I wanted to for the whole month. Nancy was amazing at oral sex, so I accepted her apology with gusto. So, for the month of September there we were, sharing a classroom during the day and a bedroom at night. It felt naughty, it felt risky, and that mixture only made our time spent together all the spicier. As September neared its end, I’d managed to gain 11 more pounds, putting me around 232lbs. Nearly four months after we’d first hooked up at the end of May I’d gained 50 pounds. I’d gone from thick academic to chubby and overweight, heck who am I kidding, Nancy had turned me into a submissive fatty everywhere except the bedroom. That’s when IT happened. I should have seen the warning signs, but in my arrogance, I didn’t let myself. Nancy was the forbidden fruit I just couldn’t seem to resist. It was only now, when it was well and truly too late to regain control that I realized her submissive tactics had finally served their purpose in her plan to claim complete dominance over me in our relationship. I should have suspected something when Nancy lulled me into taking a few shots with her before our usual bottle of wine we liked to nurse before we got into foreplay. I was always more amenable when I was **, Nancy knew what she was doing. She got me **, ordered enough pick up for a family of four, took me with her to get the food, and then took me to a drive-in movie, and used one hand to stuff me silly, while her other hand unbuttoned my hopelessly tight skirt and started fingering me, edging me, for the better part of two hours. After the movie, I was stuffed to the point of temporary immobility and complete putty in her hands. She stopped by my house to let me lay down and rub my swollen belly for a little bit before filling me up with more booze. When I really couldn’t resist, she blindfolded me, and led me back out to the car. I didn’t know where she was taking me, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I was excited about what she had in store for me. It was getting late for a Saturday night. She parked my car, helped me to my feet and marched me right where she wanted me. The building was empty, save for myself and my naughty little lover. She snuck me into an elevator and began kissing me, as it took us to the third floor. In the back of my head, I was worried she’d taken me on campus, but I trusted Nancy not to do anything that stupid. When the elevator doors opened, she marched me down a hallway and pushed me into a room with a very comfy chair. After sitting me down, she cuffed my hands to its soft arms and took off my blindfold. We were in my office. “Nancy, what the f*ck…” Was all I could slur in my drunken state. “Sush, don’t ruin this for me.” She chastised me, putting her finger on my lips and silencing me. Without skipping a beat, Nancy locked the door. She kept the lights on but was quick to lower the window shades. Then she dug into her gym bag and unveiled her surprise. Donuts, boxes of cream filled donuts. I should have known. Nancy was enamored with feeding me all manner of delectable delicacies. Anything that would serve to fatten me up more than she already had. It was finally happening. We were finally doing it. Crossing the last line, I had drawn in the sand. And to be honest, in the moment, I couldn’t have been more thrilled. “We are going to have sex in your office tonight, but first I need you to eat everything I put in front of you. Okay?” Nancy cheerfully explained, as I simply nodded and opened my mouth obediently. Giving her control felt dangerous, but that feeling of risk was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of it. Horny to high heaven, a dozen donuts went down easy, Nancy had trained me well. The second box was more challenging. I hit my wall on the sixth donut of the second box. “Just one bite left. Come on.” Nancy lustfully whispered in my ear, while the cocktail of emotions inside of me kept me teetering on the edge of satisfaction. There was the fear of getting caught, mixed in with my lust for my beautiful girlfriend finally turning the tables on me and taking charge. “I really shouldn’t.” I weakly protested. My belly felt like it was about to explode. I was surprised the buttons on my shirt hadn’t burst off yet, they felt like they might just snap off if I took in too large of a breath. “Please, do it for me. I wanna see these buttons burst off you.” Nancy whined, giving my gut a loving rub and dangling the donut in front of my face. I was far too tipsy and horny to resist her, so even though I didn’t want to, I reluctantly opened my mouth and let my secret girlfriend stuff the last of the chocolate donut deep into my mouth. As I swallowed it in full, I could feel the buttons on my shirt slowly coming apart at the seams. Nancy’s eyes widened, as I took in progressively more air to help the process along and my belly swelled. One by one, the buttons containing my belly slowly started to pop off. Each one appearing to please Nancy more than the last. After four buttons had shot around my office, Nancy straddled me, sitting on my lap and kissed me with the ferocity I’d come to expect from her. I could hardly keep up in my completely overfed state, but I tried. I was so turned on; I was all but begging for her to take me. I think she got the message, as she paused to marvel at the massive swollen mess I’d become. “I can’t believe you ate so much tonight.” Nancy giggled, “you’ve blossomed quite bit these last few months, but I’m gonna make you so much bigger. Would you like that? Nothing would make me happier. Well, almost nothing.” Too stuffed to talk, I watched as Nancy leaned over and grabbed something else from her gym bag. My strap-on. “You seem a little too tuckered out to take charge tonight, so how about you let me do the work, okay? Fattyyy.” Nancy teased lustfully, while she squeezed my inflated gut. I simply nodded too horny and helpless to resist. She’d broken me, and I loved her for it. KASSY I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had to literally pinch myself, so I knew I wasn’t dreaming. Nancy Newman was f*cking Professor Wolfe with a strap-on after stuffing her silly in her own office! As I filmed what was happening from my phone, I thanked my lucky stars that Nancy hadn’t bothered to close the blinds on her new f*ck buddy’s office door window. This dirt was exactly what I needed for my revenge! It wasn’t luck that I so happened to catch Nancy and Professor Wolfe in the act. I’d been following Nancy all night, and I’d been onto them for almost a week now. Ever since I’d gotten a glimpse of Nancy ogling a photo of the professor naked and stuffed to the limit on her phone before lunch one day. Nancy had been unusually absent from the social side of college life this month. It had been a mystery that now had an answer. She’d been screwing around with a professor. A professor that had gained quite a bit of weight since the previous year. It was obvious to me what was happening. Nancy had found herself another victim to fatten up and dominate. That’s why she’d thrown me to the curb. Unfortunately for that victim, her vulnerable position as a compromised professor was now my best leverage against Nancy. Once I felt I had captured enough evidence, I sent the video to my e-mail and snuck out of the building as slowly and awkwardly as I’d snuck into it. My 300-pound body didn’t allow me to move fast in any circumstance. Thanks a lot Nancy. I had pictures of the two of them canoodling at a drive-in and video of them doing it in Professor Wolfe’s office. The only question that remained in my head while I excitedly waddled back to my dorm, was what to do with this d*mning dirt I’d come across. If I submitted it to the proper campus authorities, I could get Nancy expelled and Professor Wolfe fired. Such an outcome felt like justice in my mind. But I didn’t want justice. I wanted revenge. The information I now possessed was a potent form of power over Nancy Newman, that I could do literally anything with. I didn’t want her expelled, not yet. I wanted to make her suffer. I wanted to ruin her reputation. I wanted to degrade her like she’d degraded me! So I got to brainstorming the specifics of my revenge… NANCY Mission completed. In no time at all, I’d turned my foxy professor in to my latest prized piggy. Normally I’d start playing the field, looking for my next challenge, but I was stuck on my feelings for Gemma. As much of a dream come true f*cking her in her own office had been. I actually wasn’t sure if I preferred taking charge or having Gemma take charge of me. Either way, I loved her. Like actually loved her. It was crazy to admit to myself, but I’d actually caught feelings for her that I couldn’t shake. I mulled over my feelings all week but kept coming to the same conclusion. I was actually invested in the relationship. I didn’t just want to use her for my enjoyment, I wanted her to find joy and succeed in all areas of her life. For the first time since we started seeing each other, I was kinda upset we couldn’t officially date. I was proud to be her girlfriend, and I wanted people to know. “I know.” Kassy muttered to me, snapping me out of my thoughts while I was approaching my dorm room on my way back from Gemma’s class. The hallway was empty, but there Kassy was, waiting for me in my doorway with a liter of coke and a bottle of peanut butter in her hands. “Huh? Know what Big Apple? What are you talking about? And why are you carrying around a bottle of soda and peanut butter?” I replied, as my former conquest simply rested her arms on her globular belly and glared at me. “I know about you and Professor Wolfe.” She clarified, while my heart fluttered at the mention of my girlfriend’s name. Looking left, and looking right down the hallway, I quickly forgot about the soda and peanut butter, unlocked my door and pulled Kassy inside with me, “I don’t know what you think you’re saying fatso, but if you…” “I have proof.” Kassy taunted, as my eyes widened with worry, “pictures of you two together, and video of you umm… asserting dominance in her office.” Instantly I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I started sweating. Panic filled my brain, “Wha-what? Kassy… What do you want? I’ll, I’ll, I’ll…” Then it all made sense. “Ohh… You want to start seeing each other again. Hahaha, oh my gosh Kassy, look we can totally work something out. There is no need to get so serious about this.” I nearly started laughing with relief. “I wouldn’t want to start ‘seeing you’ again for a million dollars. I don’t want you back, you vile manipulating b*tch! I want you to pay! I want revenge for everything you put me through!” Kassy growled, as I gulped with worry yet again. “Revenge? For what? I showed you how to fit in! How to have fun! And not to mention rocked your freaking world! You were a virgin before you met me!” I reminded her with an assertive poke to her enormous belly. “I was also half the size I am now. I don’t owe you anything. You used me.” Kassy swore with more nerve than I’d ever seen from her before, “Unless you want me to pass on my evidence to campus authorities, you’ll do as I say from now on.” “Are you… blackmailing me?” I muttered in disbelief of what Kassy was threatening me with. “Yes you idiot. That’s exactly what I’m doing.” Kassy snapped. “Look, I don’t have any money, okay?” I spat too disgruntled to really keep myself cool. “I don’t want money.” Kassy shook her head. “Then what do you want from me?” I wanted to know. “You like playing games, so I made a list of rules for you to obey from now on. If I catch you breaking any of them. Ever. I turn over what I know, you get expelled, and Professor Wolfe loses her job. Understand?” Kassy revealed, as cold as could be. “Yeah, I get it. What exactly are these rules I have to follow from now on?” I growled not liking this for a single second. “Starting today, you’re only allowed to wear your hair in pigtails from now on.” Kassy revealed, as if such a thing was some kind of scary punishment. I paused for a second to see if she would say anything else, but after I few moments of silence I couldn’t help bursting out laughing. “That’s it? That’s the best you could come up with? Haha? Oh my god, you’re such a joke!” I couldn’t help but lash out toward my b*tch of a frenemy standing in front of me. “That’s just the first rule. Trust me. They get better.” Kassy growled, as she cleared her throat and burst, “From now on, every liquid you consume in public much be carbonated. Each meal you eat in public must be the most fattening option you have available. In public, you’re banned from using any utensils. You’ll be eating with your hands from now on, no matter what you eat. Every day you must eat a jar of peanut butter in front of me and drink a liter of soda to wash it down. From now on, you need to help me lose five pounds every month and you need to gain 10 pounds. If for any reason I don’t lose five pounds in a month, and you don’t gain 10. You’re toast. If you don’t let me weigh you on the first and last day of every month, you’re toast. Oh, and I almost forgot, this is the best part. You will not be allowed any new clothes as you gain weight, you must keep trying to squeeze into your old ones. If they rip or you pop out so be it. Once you well and truly run out of clothes that fit you from your wardrobe, you still can’t buy new clothes, but you can start borrowing mine.” “You can’t be serious.” I shot back unable to comprehend every horrifying thing Kassy just rattled off to me. “I’m serious b*tch.” Kassy growled, as she shoved the liter of coke and bottle of peanut butter into my hands, “get to it. Or else.” GEMMA It was difficult pretending that everything was normal, lecturing in front of my class, when things had been anything but normal the entire academic year so far. Everything had changed once Nancy and I got caught by her vengeful frenemy, Kassy. And it started with Nancy’s ego. Nancy thrived off of power, and because of her own recklessness she’d been mostly robbed of it. Against her will, she was suddenly forced to dramatically change her hairstyle, eating habits, purchasing decisions, and even her coveted ideal body weight. The loss of control over such basic and personal things drove Nancy crazy to no end, and I couldn’t blame her. If I were in her shoes, I probably would have felt the same way. Luckily Kassy showed no interest in making my life miserable, just Nancy’s. Nancy wasn’t too fond of her new hairstyle. Not one bit, but somehow, she made it work. Some of her friends even started copying her when this whole blackmail scheme started in early October. It was like something out of Mean Girls or Pretty Little Liars. Nancy was forced to eat like a slob in public, scarf down fattening foods, and gulp down carbonated beverages, but her gluttonous displays did nothing to ostracize her from her friends or decrease her popularity among her many suitors. Nancy was just too perfect and adored for her social status to be sullied by a few embarrassing belches and a near constant food-baby. Nancy tried to act like Kassy’s revenge was no big deal, but each and every day I could tell her irritation was building. Perhaps to compensate for the loss of agency over her own life, or as an outlet for all her suppressed rage toward Kassy, Nancy came to increasingly dominate mine, and not just sexually. If she had to drink carbonated drinks whenever she was in public, suddenly so did I. If she had to eat with her hands, so did I. If she was to gain 10 pounds a month, I was to gain 20. It was petty, it was misdirected, but strangely I loved it. She might have hated having someone else dictate her behavior, but I had grown to love Nancy exerting control over mine. For so long I’d always been the dominant one in my relationships, taking a back seat continued feeling refreshing. As a loyal girlfriend and smitten lover, I was willing to do anything, except style my hair in pigtails, to make her feel better about the terrible situation she now found herself in. After all, she was enduring such degrading humiliation for our sake, so we could remain together for however long we managed to placate Kassy. So, I let her feed me, stuff me silly, and fatten me up to her heart’s content. The bigger I got, the more lustful she became towards me. In some sense, even though I was inhabiting the role of submissive in our new relationship dynamic, I wasn’t just gaining weight, I was gaining some measure of control over her yet again. When I was well and truly immobilized with food, I physically might have been helpless, but in those moments, there wasn’t a single thing Nancy wouldn’t do to pleasure me beyond belief. Getting that little taste of control every other night or so served to give the dominant side of me hope that one day I might regain control of things with my temperamental lover. However, that hope was always suffocated by breakfast the next morning. 20 pounds a month was a tall order, even for me, and Nancy was ruthless with making sure that I remained the fat one in the relationship. A month into our new relationship dynamic, I knew it was going to take some time for the full effects of Kassy’s revenge to truly manifest themselves. Even so, Nancy was still getting a taste of the trouble she was in for. Being blackmailed into gaining 10 pounds a month was a difficult task for someone with such a fast metabolism. Over the month of October, Nancy ate her heart out, but only succeeded in packing on seven pounds, so she’d had to resort to stuffing herself silly with three pounds of fast food before her weigh-in. She’d even begged me, her feedee, to help force her to keep eating once she reached her limit. Feeding Nancy was an interesting experience. For the first time, I began to see why she liked it. There was something sexy about shoving food down her throat, working more food into her swelling belly, her desperation not to disappoint Kassy. It appealed to my dormant dominant side. That part of me was curious to push Nancy further, but for now, all I could do was obey. Seven pounds gained in October were followed up with 13 pounds packed on in November. At roughly 145lbs, Nancy’s flawless hourglass frame was slowly and stubbornly filling out in a rather flattering way. Her large breasts blossomed outward in fullness, as did her hips, and ass. When her stomach wasn’t stuffed to the brim and rounded as a result, it was still rather flat looking, just a touch softer than it had been before. To any outside onlookers, Nancy’s flawless figure had fattened up in all the right places. Heading into winter break, Nancy’s popularity, her pretty privilege, remained intact. Over the months of December and January, I saw less of Nancy than I did during the semester, but we kept in touch. Kassy’s blackmail remained in full effect, so Nancy dug deep and scarfed down enough food over the holidays and new year to pack on another twenty pounds before she returned to campus in the spring. 20 pounds of extra cushion continued the trend with Nancy’s figure. Bigger curves, thicker thighs, but some of the extra weight found its way upon her midsection forming an obvious belly. Aside from her mother giving her a hard time about her weight, Nancy complained about her group of high school friends being critical of her rapidly expanding figure. Foreshadowing how her college friends would react upon her return. The same behaviors that had been overlooked by her friends in the Fall, increased belching, gluttonous stuffings, sloppy eating habits, now drew criticism. Suddenly, after plumping up a little bit too much, Nancy wasn’t untouchable anymore. Packing on 40 plus pounds had really changed the way Nancy filled out her rapidly shrinking wardrobe. At 165lbs, outfits that used to flatter her incredible waistline now dug into her softened sides, causing an inch or so of newfound flab to form into tiny rolls and clump up around the edges of her clothes. The most obvious difference I saw was when Nancy attempted to squeeze into a pair of jeans with those ‘fashionable’ rips in them only to discover that the way she filled them out now, her legs just bulged out of the holes. Another 10 pounds gained by the end of February, and Nancy couldn’t even button those jeans anymore. At 175lbs, I could see that the Nancy sitting in the back of my classroom was a far cry from the 125-pound one who’d first seduced me. But even now that she was growing pudgy, maybe even a little chubby in places, I still couldn’t get enough of her. It was oddly exciting having sex with a growing partner. Every 20 pounds she gained, it felt like she’d gotten a boob job. Nancy had lured me in with her fit and flawless figure, and now that it was growing, I found her even more irresistible for some reason. Perhaps it was because, as she rapidly fattened up, Nancy’s dominant facade was slowly wilting before my eyes. She was insecure about her growing belly, and thicker arms. She still remained in control of our dynamic, but I could see holes developing in her self-confidence, insecurity beginning to seep in, creating openings for me to plant some seeds to eventually assert myself. Emboldened, by Nancy’s softer, less intimidating appearance, I even summoned enough courage to tease her after one of my classes let out at the end of February. She was the last person in the room aside from me. She was sitting in the back all by herself, dipping her pointer finger into a jar of Nutella, then a jar of peanut butter, and then sticking it into her mouth and sucking her finger clean. “Miss Newman? You know I have a rule against eating in class.” I chastised in a playful tone, as I wobbled my colossal, nearly 300-pound, pear-shaped body over to her. I hadn’t been gaining 20 pounds a month, but I’d still gained nearly 70 pounds since September thanks to Nancy’s obsessive efforts. “Ugh… *Burp* Not now. I feel terrible…” Nancy whined in response to my little joke, clearly in no mood to play along. Instead, she just gripped her belly and lamented, “I can't believe how big I’m getting. And I’ve still got another 28 months to go before I graduate…” “That’s another 280-pounds…” I muttered, as I noticed the way Nancy’s bottom half filled up much more space sitting in her chair than she used too. “Oh my god, you’re right… I never thought about it like that… F*ck… I’m gonna be so fat… You’ll still love me, right? Even if I end up gaining all that weight?” Nancy questioned with a delicious hint of vulnerability and insecurity in her voice, while she dug her finger into her Nutella again and continued the process of trying to finish her peanut butter. “If? You mean, ‘when’” I teased, asserting myself for the first time in a long time, while standing above her and letting her get a good look of my belly, “You’re already gaining it. You went from looking like a girl that’s never eaten a slice of cake to a girl that looks like she’s been having a few too many juicy burgers.” “I do not.” Nancy’s eyes narrowed apparently not liking my attempts to playfully jab her. In response, rather than backing off, I decided to double down, “You sure about that? Every day it seems like you outgrow another outfit from your wardrobe. The tank tops that still fit you ride up and expose that cute gut you’re growing. You’ve swapped out all your pants with buttons for sweatpants that are stretched to capacity trying to contain that thickening ass of yours. How many have you ripped just by bending over?” “A few…” Nancy momentarily blushed, before her sharp mind thought of a way to turn my inquiry on its head, “How many pairs of pants have you ripped this year?” “More than you have probably, haha” I couldn’t help, but acknowledge, adding, “I can’t even wear above the knee skirts anymore.” “Why’s that?” Nancy wondered. Turning around and bending over slightly for Nancy to get a good look at my mammoth ass, I explained at my own expense, “My butt’s so big the back rises up. I’m scared of the mildest breeze.” “Hmhm! Quit making me laugh. I’m trying to be sad.” Nancy smiled, seeming to perk up and out of whatever bad mood she’d appeared to be in. “Sorry, no can do. It’s my job to make you feel better.” I replied pouring on the cheesiness and opening up my plush arms for Nancy to stand up and hug me. Checking the door to make sure the coast was clear, Nancy quickly turned her attention back to me and leapt into my arms for a big hug, before whispering in my ear, “You know what would make me feel better?” “What’s that?” I played along. “Feeding you a big dinner.” Nancy hummed, as her hand worked its way to my belly and squeezed lustfully. “Oh yeah? How many plates are you gonna feed me?” I questioned with some excitement. “Lots.” Nancy promised, licking her lips. “Annnd, how many are you going to eat?” I teased, too horny to resist, “You look like a girl that likes to gulp down an extra helping or two.” Acknowledging my challenge to her authority, Nancy dropped the sweet voice and replied more threateningly, “You’re feisty today. I’ll have to put you in your place later.” “Why wait? I could eat now.” I offered, like the good feedee I was. “Kassy wanted to weigh me… f*cking b*tch. I’ll head over once I’m done to deal with you.” Nancy managed to mutter while biting her lip and a firm poke to my expansive belly. I could tell from her tone, that I was in for it tonight, and boy was I excited. KASSY Whoever said revenge was a dish best served cold didn’t know what the f*ck they were talking about. Emotional detachment be d*mned, I was loving every moment of ruining Nancy Newman’s life. She’d scoffed at my list of demands when I’d first confronted her with my leverage, but she had no choice but to comply. She tried to act tough and pretend like my set of embarrassing rules she now had to follow weren’t bothering her, but I knew better. She was able to maintain a certain denial about her circumstances those first few months. Nancy started off so skinny that it took a while for the excess weight to really become noticeable. Nancy was blessed with good genetics and an ideal fat distribution, but such gifts only spared her true humiliation for some of Sophomore year. By the end of the Spring semester, it was undeniable to me and everyone around her, that Nancy Newman was getting chubby. She started the year with abs and ended it with soft fluffy flab. She’d weighed somewhere between 125 and 130 pounds before I got involved, by the end of sophomore year she’d just managed to eclipse 200 pounds, and it was only a slight taste of what was to come. While Nancy was concerned with hitting her monthly poundage quotas, I was concerned with melting the fat Nancy had pushed me into gaining. There was no better statement I could make in signaling to her that any power she’d once had over me was gone. Five pounds a month wasn’t easy, not by a long shot, but the ace up my sleeve was Nancy. I kept her around to save me from myself. When I was too weak to stick to my diet, I had Nancy step in and remove any source of temptation. If that meant that Nancy needed to scarf down a few pieces of cake that were calling my name in the cafeteria, then so be it. If it meant that I needed her to eat a bag of chips for me so I wouldn’t, then she’d take that calorie bullet for me. If it meant that she needed to drink for me when we were out at parties with our friends, then she’d have to drink for two. Over the summer of Sophomore year, I kept tabs on my target, and made sure she was holding up her end of things. Sure enough, when Junior year rolled around, Nancy Newman returned to campus roughly 35 pounds heavier than when she left. At 200 pounds, Nancy was chubby for her height, at 235 pounds, chubby was probably too generous a word to describe her. Her flawless face had filled out, along with the rest of her. As a Junior in college Nancy Newman now had chubby cheeks, a double chin, breasts that had grown too large and heavy to retain their previous perkiness, bra bulge, upper arm fat, love handles, a spare tire, a wide and thick butt with no muscular definition, stretch marks and cellulite. I’d ruined her and I couldn’t have been happier. Our friends, who had once skirted around Nancy’s growing weight issue the previous year now saw an easy target. For the first time in a long time the negative judgement passed over me and landed squarely on Nancy. It was easy to understand why. I was still a little bigger than Nancy, but I’d been losing weight for a whole year and she’d been rapidly gaining it. As I lost weight, I bought the clothes I needed to in order to flatter my figure, while Nancy was stuck trying to squeeze into hand-me-downs from me that didn’t fit her properly because our bodies were completely different shapes. I was apple shaped, and Nancy was an hourglass. Clothes that looked good on me, that minimized the size of my midsection and highlighted my slimmer extremities, made her look thick and chunky by comparison. But ruining Nancy’s clothing and waistline were only one small sliver of factors I engineered to make her fall from grace unavoidable. Thanks to my rule about carbonated drinks, Nancy had become a gassy girl in public, completely unable to withhold daily embarrassing belches. When she was still skinny, our friends and Nancy’s admirers were able to laugh off such slobbish behavior because she was still conventionally sexy, but now that she’d eaten herself out of the realm of conventional desirability, she received no such concessions anymore. Now when she burped it grossed people out, caused people to chastise her, and caused Nancy to blush uncontrollably. She’d been able to somehow pull off wearing pigtails everyday sophomore year, but Junior year, the hairstyle really highlighted just how much her face had swollen up. People didn’t get why she dressed so inappropriately, looked so unkept, and acted like such a slob, but regardless Nancy’s external transformation fueled a big shift in how she was treated. Where once Nancy was able to get whatever she wanted from men and women alike just with a simple wink and a nod, now she was learning that her pretty privilege had run out. She couldn’t get classmates to loan her notes, preferential treatment at bars, or even favors from our group of friends. Slowly, but surely, Nancy was filling a role in our group that I had filled since freshman year. I decided that the time to hammer the nail in the coffin was Halloween. I’d lost almost 15 pounds since the semester had started, and Nancy had gained just over 20. I now weighed 234lbs, and Nancy was pushing closer to 256lbs. For the first time since we’d known each other, even though I was shorter than she was, I didn’t look as fat as Nancy did, especially dressed in a flattering dress with some cat ears on, while Nancy on the other hand… “I am not going *burp* out like this.” Nancy pouted, as she sat with her doughy butt smooshed against my bed and her fat arms spread out to support herself, while I finished applying blue make-up to her nose. A deep-dish pizza box lay empty on the floor, two liters of soda lay empty near my pillow, the contents of which now fully resided in Nancy’s rapidly bloating **-belly. “Why? You make a fantastic Violet Beauregarde.” I giggled evilly, as I pinched her exposed mushy love handles, causing the gassy girl to let out another modestly loud belch. I didn’t have enough blue makeup to paint her whole-body blue, just her nose, but lord I wish I could have. Would have really sold the fat blueberry look I was going for with her. “Violet Beauregarde didn’t have pigtails.” Nancy complained, while one of her meaty arms moved to flick the hairstyle she’d increasingly come to hate. If Nancy Newman wanted sympathy from me, she was barking up the wrong tree. “And Violet Beauregarde wasn’t a two-timing b*tch sleeping with her psychology professor. What’s your point?” I cattily countered with a powerful flick to the side of Nancy’s swollen breasts. “Ouch!” Nancy hissed with anger before recalling the fact that I effectively owned her and murmuring a submissive, “Nothing.” “That’s what I thought.” I growled asserting myself. “Do you at least have a *burp* bigger sweatsuit? I’m *burp* bursting out of this one.” Nancy continued whining, as she lifted up both her arms and watched as the overly tight blue sweatsuit slid upward over her belly button before attempting to tug it back down to cover her round belly to no avail. “That’s kinda the point of the costume. Haven’t you seen the movie?” I questioned, causing Nancy to roll her eyes. “I’ve seen the movie. It’s probably some of the first fetish fuel I remember watching.” She admitted in a moment of frank honesty. “What do you mean?” I inquired slightly curious. “Nothing.” Nancy replied, closing up and crossing her hefty arms across her girthy body and resting them upon her shelf of a belly with another belch. “Fine. I don’t care anyway.” I shrugged, as I turned from her and walked to my closet, “I got you something else for tonight. Think of it as an accessory to your costume. I heard your stomach growling earlier, and since I need you to keep getting nice and fat, well… See for yourself.” I watched as Nancy attempted to scooch forward and lift herself off my bed, but her weight was now severe enough that her efforts merely caused her to jiggle her fat body and scoot a few inches forward. Once upon a time, skinny Nancy with her tight abs would have been able to boost herself off my bed with ease. Now fat Nancy with her huge layer of soft and squishy fat surrounding her waist had to literally rock herself back and forth a couple of times to push herself off my bed with the help of her doughy arms. It was a fat girl move, if ever I’d seen one. It took the blonde blimp a moment to find her balance and waddle toward me in her constricting blue sweatsuit to catch a glimpse of the surprise I had in store for her in my closet. Once she saw it, she gulped and grunted, “No. No f*cking way. Are you serious?? Blueberry pie? What the f*ck Kassy? I’m not eating that in public. Not when I’m wearing this crap. No way.” “You’ll do what I say pig. If you know what’s good for you.” I replied coldly like I wasn’t messing around. A look of defeat overcame Nancy’s cubby face, and the wide load slinked her head down and waddled toward my closet to grab her latest punishment. The pie was a big one, custom ordered from a local bakery. It was double the size of a regular pie and most definitely very fattening. “And I have to eat this with my *burp* hands??” Nancy muttered, her voice sounding a little shaky. “You bet your fat ass.” I smiled, not showing an ounce of regret. “How can you do this to me? This is literally so humiliating.” Nancy whined yet again. “It’s easy. I just remember how you used to treat me.” I spat, as Nancy avoided eye contact. She knew I was right. Deep down, she knew what I was doing was justified. She was just pissed I’d gained the upper hand over her. “I’m sorry.” Nancy quietly muttered, taking me completely by surprise. “W-what?” I couldn’t help but echo not believing my ears. “I’m sorry for how I treated you. I get why you hate me. Could you just maybe find it in your heart to not make me do this? Nobody is going to look at me the same way again if I go out like this and spend the night stuffing my face with *burp* blueberry pie.” Nancy muttered grasping onto her belly to perhaps try to quell it from making her continue to belch. “News flash Nancy, even if I believed you were actually sorry, I wouldn’t let you off the hook. You think you can still puff out your lower lip and get what you want? Your appearance may have changed, but you haven’t. You’re still the same rotten brat on the inside. And I think you always will be.” I replied without hesitation. “But…” Nancy tried to complain before I stood up to her and put my finger on her lips to silence her. “But nothing fat girl. Shut up and grab your dessert.” I spat with some venom. Puffing up her upper lip in anger, Nancy shoved my hand away from her face and seemed ready to growl something else at me, but before she said anything, she bit her tongue and changed her tone, “Okay. Fine.” While she approached the pie and bent over to pick it up, I could feel the anger radiating off of her. As her ass strained the fabric of my old sweatpants to their limit, I could hear the seams beginning to tear before a loud *rip!* filled the rom. Gasping with surprise and embarrassment, Nancy balanced the pie in one hand, and promptly sent her other hand to inspect the damage her ass had done to my sweatpants. The rip was right down the crack of her ass, her undies were on full display. It was in this moment of vulnerability that I decided to twist the knife, “How does it feel to be the fat girl now?” “Not f*cking good. Now I have to change.” Nancy complained. “You’ll do no such thing.” I snapped putting my foot down, “You’ll stuff your face like a good fat girl. And all of our friends will see you for the spoiled pig you really are.” The look on her face the moment I said that was pure humiliation. Taking a nervous gulp, she knew she had no alternative but to obey every word that came out of my mouth. Revenge really was sweet. Probably sweeter than the pie Nancy was going to have to scarf down in front of everyone tonight. Probably. NANCY I was helpless. Helpless to make a big fat fool of myself day in and day out for the rest of my college career. Kassy made that truth quite evident that horrible Halloween night. I’d become a big fat laughing stalk. The fat friend, as Kassy put it. The only saving grace in my life was that Gemma was always there to pick me up when I was feeling down. Watching my once prized body grow fatter each and every month was a humiliating experience for me. I was a feeder. A dominant one at that, and yet I was being made to stuff my gut on demand, whenever my former feedee said so. It was a tough fate to swallow, but with how much food I was packing away on a daily basis, I was getting a lot better at swallowing my shame and drowning it in all manner of junk food. I never thought I’d find comfort in food, but after my reputation had been shattered, and I’d outgrown every last piece of clothing that previously could have fit me, the only things I had left to enjoy was Gemma… and food. So that’s what I did. I ate when I was in bed, I ate when I was in class, I ate when I was with Kassy, I ate when I was with Gemma, and I ate when I was all alone. Eating was my coping mechanism, it dulled the humiliation I was experiencing when I popped a button in class, or got stuck in a chair, or when I got winded from simply waddling around campus. After that Halloween incident, the writing was on the wall. I had 19 months of college left, and 190 pounds left to gain. Five months later, I was 300 pounds, only 60 pounds lighter than Gemma, but almost 100 pounds heavier than Kassy. My social life wasn’t dead, but it was on life support. My friends liked to keep me around for pictures. Having a girl in the group that was three times the size of everybody else, other than Kassy, certainly made them look better by comparison, but that was usually the extent of our familiarity. At parties they avoided me like the plague. I wasn’t cool anymore. Nobody wanted to talk to me, nobody wanted to play drinking games with the whale. I’d just get ** and then wander over to Gemma’s house to drown my sorrows in ever increasing amounts of fattening foods. I was paranoid Kassy would catch me breaking one of her rules, so when I didn’t want to eat cake or spaghetti with my bare hands, I had Gemma feed me. It was humiliating to order my feedee to feed me, but that’s what my life had come to. Over the summer, I mostly avoided my parents and opted instead to stay with Gemma. My mother wouldn’t quit pestering me about my weight, and all my high school friends just ripped me to shreds when I showed my face anywhere. It was weird. It turned out that without my good looks, I had a lot fewer real friends than I thought. Gemma was the only one who stuck by my side through it all, she was the only one who loved me for more than just what I looked like. By the time senior year rolled around I’d caught up to my feedee in size. At 370 pounds, our sex lives had changed quite a bit. Our added bulk made a lot of positions we used to enjoy rather difficult. So, Gemma bought and installed a heavy-duty leather sex sling in her office to make things a little easier. We took turns taking charge, but more often than not I was so swollen from gorging myself all day that I willingly gave Gemma the reins for our sexual escapades. Over the course of my senior year, my circle of friends shrunk as I continued to grow. Suddenly I was too fat to take pictures with them or sit at the lunch table with them. I was an embarrassment, so I was excluded. I kept an eye on my former pals from afar, mostly from social media, praying for their misfortune. As the year progressed, I noticed that most of the group were beginning to fill out a little bit, aside from Kassy, but compared to me they were all still twigs. I wondered if Kassy had anything to do with them plumping up, but in the end, I didn’t care to investigate. My senior year lasted eight months, which meant I had to pack on an additional 80 pounds onto my already overfed 370-pound hourglass frame. At the rate I was eating, it wasn’t hard to keep my gain going. When I wasn’t going to and from classes, I was stuffing my fat fact like the world was about to end. Although I continued to fatten up Gemma, she reached 400 pounds around the time I hit 450. I was fatter than my feedee, and shorter, so the extra weight really was noticeable in comparison. Gemma’s ass was still bigger than mine, but that was it, and I was catching up quickly in the booty department. Life as an ultra-fat college coed wasn’t easy. Getting out of bed was exhausting, getting dressed was exhausting, getting around campus was exhausting. I was always out of breath. Always burping. Always slow. Always clumsy. Always bumping into people. It was like I was wearing one of those supersized sumo suits, except I could never take it off. Aside from Gemma and my lust for food, the prospect of freedom from Kassy’s cruel domination kept me going whenever I wanted to give in and surrender. It felt like it took ages, but with graduation finally on the horizon, my tormentor only had one last command that I had to follow before I was finally free to be with the one I loved without fear of financial ruin. “Why did she *pant* want to film me *wheeze* running?” I babbled in exhaustion, as I finished my second lap of Gemma’s yard and waddled along trying to continue my third. “Hmhm, I don’t think what you’re doing qualifies as running darling.” Gemma teased, while filming me struggling from her porch. “This is as fast as I can go.” I gasped lamenting how horrible I was feeling. Exercise used to be something I rewarded myself with back when I was athletic, but now it was a nightmare. I was painfully out of breath, moving my thick legs took tremendous energy that I simply didn’t possess anymore, and my belly was bouncing around so hard that I could hardly keep my balance with each and every additional step. Needing to catch my breath, I stopped, doubled over and wheezed, “Does she just want to tape this so she can see me suffer?? Or do you think she gets off on it?” “Who knows and who cares. It won’t matter once you graduate next week.” Gemma reminded me, trying to keep my spirits up. “Do you think that was good enough? I don’t think I have it in me to keep going.” I muttered trying to recover. “I guess it will have to do. Now let’s just film the last thing she asked for and be done with her.” Gemma replied, as she took some time and helped me up. Getting up on my own nowadays was too much trouble for me. “What’s left? She just wants a recording of me eating?” I questioned too exhausted for my brain to function normally. “She wants you to eat a buffet of foods in one take. She was specific about how much she wanted you to eat. She was also specific about what she wanted you to wear. I’ve got everything prepared on the kitchen table, but you’ll have to change first. The clothes she wants you in are in the bathroom.” Gemma explained, as I wobbly headed toward the bathroom to quickly shower and change. It turned out Kassy wanted me to make a pig of myself in the kind of tight-fitting professional attired I loved seeing Gemma squeeze into. Kassy had picked out a short skirt with pantihose, and a button-down dress shirt for me to wear and to my surprise I fit into them, barely. Reentering Gemma’s kitchen, I was careful with how I walked. I felt like any misstep might just break the clothes I was wearing right off me. When I saw how much food Gemma had prepared for me under Kassy’s orders my legs started trembling. Pasta with meatballs, an assortment of breads, butters, and cheeses, short ribs practically dripping off the bone, mashed potatoes, pizza, ice cream, brownies, and cannoli. There was also a camera on a tripod pointed right at the head of the table where I was going to have to sit while I attempted to eat everything. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Kassy wants me to eat all of this??” I gushed a little intimidated by the feast laid out in front of me. “On camera, in one take, no breaks. And you know the drill, gotta use your bare hands.” Gemma added, as if I needed to be reminded. Sitting down at the head of the table, Gemma’s stylish wooden chair creaked and groaned loudly when I sat down upon it. I could almost feel the wood warping to try and accommodate my massive weight. Craving my freedom more than anything, I replied to Gemma with a confident, “Bring it on.” Without a moment to lose, Gemma served me my first course. The assortment of cheeses, breads, and butters. Carbs and fats were no problem. I washed them down with a liter of soda and pushed onward to the mashed potatoes. They were creamy, and filling, but my stomach had grown in size, and I was able to polish off the dish in full. Although, my skirt was beginning to feel uncomfortably tight, and as my belly bloated, my fat oozed outward and began to place more and more strain upon my shirt’s buttons. Letting out a few belches, I moved on to the pizza, as Gemma cheered for me. I was slowing down now. The amount of bread Kassy had demanded that I eat was staggering. It took will and determination, but I was able to make short work of the pizza even though I was beginning to feel in over my head. In my tight clothes, it was getting hard to breathe, my breaths had to be shallow or else I’d likely burst out of the confining garments I was wearing. The pasta was next and eating it with my bare hands was sloppy. I was covered in sauce and I’m sure I was giving Kassy everything she wanted to see in the recording. I must have looked like quite the fat hog. My mouth was so tired I didn’t even bother chewing the meatballs, I just swallowed them whole, much to Gemma’s amazement. After taking in more soda to clear my throat, I plowed through the last of my pasta despite the growing discomfort and pain I was feeling. By the time I made it to the short ribs, I was exhausted all over again. Daring to sneak a glance at my bloated stomach, as if just staring at it would relieve some of the increasingly uncomfortable pressure I was feeling, I could see it had swollen in size and appeared taut, testing the limits of my skirt’s, and shirt’s buttons. I ate one rib, then another, and another, before I knew it, like everything else, I’d gulped every last morsel down. As I let out a little belch that I had stuck in my throat, I heard what I thought was the chair beneath me creaking again, but the sound wasn’t quite that. It was the stitching of the button holding the waistline of my skirt together. For several moments, I tried not to breathe, as I looked down and watched as my belly slowly surged forward bringing my skirt’s button to the brink of popping off. A millisecond later that’s exactly what happened, punctuated by the sound of tearing cloth, as my unhindered belly swelled into the open space in front of it, right upon my massive lap. As my undeniably-stuffed belly lurched forward and outward to its maximum extent, my shirt suffered the same fate as my skirt. One by one, my taut stomach began to burst the buttons completely off my shirt until only one remained in the space between my cleavage and my rotund gut. Clutching my exposed belly, I could feel it churning and groaning. I’d reached my limit, but I still needed to stomach dessert somehow. As I was beginning to despair, Gemma moved a chair next to mine, sat down next to me and slid her hand over to the inside of my thigh. “You’re almost done. You’re doing great. I can’t help you, but I’m here for you. You can do this.” Gemma assured me, as I weakly smiled at her, still unsure of myself. I had a week until graduation, I could always reattempt to get Kassy her revenge porn sometime before then. That’s when Gemma’s hand shifted closer toward me, snuck beneath my skirt and undies, and then squeezed between my folds of fat until she reached my clit. “You can do this.” Gemma reiterated, as she began rubbing me just the right way to get my mind thinking of something else other than my painfully swollen stomach, “Eat.” I was too exhausted to talk, so I just obeyed. I reached for my dessert and did what Gemma said, as she continued to gently pleasure me. I’d done something similar to her on a number of occasions, but she’d never tried something like this on me. In all honesty, I loved it. Her touch eased my self-doubt and helped numb me to the forceful amount of calories I was cramming into myself. As I continued to eat, my belly groaned and swelled to its biggest extent yet. I felt ready to pop in more ways than one. Gemma’s little finger massage had brought my fat self to the brink of an orgasm while I tried to swallow the last of my dessert. That’s when it hit me. Moaning and belching uncontrollably, Gemma rocked me to my core, while I was too helpless to move a single inch for fear of bursting. As I tried to contain the pure joy coursing through my body, I couldn’t stop my obese body from shaking uncontrollably like an earthquake. In response, the chair beneath me suddenly gave way with a sharp crack. My swollen body went down to the ground with it, the impact caused the last of my clothes to burst off me. As I lay on the ground gathering myself, I couldn’t move. The weight of what I’d just done immobilized me. Thanks to my gluttony, I was finally free of Kassy for the rest of my life. I could do whatever I wanted. Publicly date whoever I wanted. Work wherever I wanted. Eat whatever I wanted. I could have my life back. The happiness started hitting me around the time Gemma helped me into her bed to sleep off the last of Kassy’s vengeful commands. “How was it?” Gemma asked me, sounding tentative for some reason, not celebratory. “The stuffing? The orgasm? Or being done with Kassy?” I sighed too exhausted to deduce what was bothering her. “The stuffing.” Gemma muttered looking guilty. “It was rough, but I guess it could have been worse.” I admitted, as I needed to know, “Why do you ask?” “Because… I… forgot to hit the record button.” Gemma admitted looking horribly embarrassed and fearful. “Please tell me you’re joking.” I sighed, as the pace of my heartbeat quickened with worry. “I’m not…” Gemma replied gritting her teeth. “If I could move, you’d be in so much trouble.” I growled, as Gemma gently placed a hand upon my gut and massaged me. “Then I guess I better not let you move anytime soon.” Gemma teased, as I saw a dominant look in my feedee’s eyes that seemed to tell me something. My feedee might have just become my feeder…