BBW Paul's Dilemma- (~BBW, ~XWG, STUFFING, ~SEX, TEASING)

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  1. Sep 15, 2019 #41

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    Chapter 5- The Elephant in the Room

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “Right?” Emma sighed in relief.

    “Are you over your ex?” Paul wondered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Claire was getting skinny and she was getting fat. She was the reason he was so horny.. Paul liked her.. but was he secretly trying to fatten her up?! The thought was as exciting for Emma as it was troubling. The possibility of having an honest to god feeder coaching her was exciting, but not at the cost of breaking her sister’s heart and betraying her trust! She needed answers. And Paul was going to give them to her whether he wanted to or not.
     
  2. Sep 15, 2019 #42

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    Chapter 5- The Elephant in the Room


    That night..


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “You’re okay with being fat in the meantime?” Paul exclaimed unable to parse out what was motivating Emma’s strangely erotic behavior.
     
  3. Sep 15, 2019 #43

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    Chapter 5- The Elephant in the Room

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “I know!” Emma pleaded, as she tried to squirm upward from the couch but was having some serious difficulties.
     
  4. Sep 15, 2019 #44

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    Chapter 5- The Elephant in the Room

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “How so?” Paul asked in astonishment.

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

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

    “I want to be a feedee.” Emma burst, as she powerlessly listened to what she said next, “And now that I know I can trust you’ll be true to my sister.. I want you to be my feeder.”
     
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    For a brief moment there was a silence in the bathroom of Paul’s apartment. As she looked upon the dial scale laying on the cold floor in front of her, Emma held her breath. It was funny how an item she once considered such an irritant had now truly become a stimulant for her own inner pleasure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Was there any harm in asking Paul to remain her feeder for a little longer? Although.. did she even want to gain more weight? The simple truth was that she’d had more fun with Paul over the past month of gaining than she’d ever had gaining weight by herself. While the results of their efforts pleased her, the thought of losing the feeder she’d just gained hung solemnly in the back of her mind. She knew their arrangement was always temporary, but she hadn’t expected it to end so soon after it had begun.

    As Emma finally dragged her vision off of the scale in front of her, she excitedly released a hopeful smile at Paul. He returned her smile and gave her an approving nod signaling her to step on. She could feel a warmth growing within her from having such command over Paul’s expectant eyes. She knew he had to be feeling the same mix of thrill and sorrow that she was. Holding her breath, Emma took a step forward and rested her full weight upon the weary scale.

    The sound of Emma’s dial scale trying to settle upon her new weight was as erratic as it was momentary. While Emma excitedly tried to view past her swollen breasts and chunky belly at the number on her scale, Paul’s eyes were locked on Emma. The girl he’d treated as his feedee for the last month had been everything he’d wanted her to be. She’d been insatiably hungry, piggishly mannered, and totally obedient to his commands. And on top of that, she’d fattened up beautifully. She’d very nearly gained 90 pounds since moving in with him during the summer, and now that they were at winter’s gates, well, no amount of winter clothes could hide how large she’d gotten. He was proud. Proud of how much Emma had grown under his influence and proud she could never hide how much of a fatty she truly was.
     
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    The prospect of losing his feedee after such a short tenure was a pity, but Paul had to admit that it might be for the best. His attraction for Emma had only grown with every passing day. Looking at her now, he could feel some lust for the way Emma’s thighs had thickened, for the way her waist had fattened, and the way her breasts had rounded. The pajama’s she’d borrowed from Claire, at her fattest, now appeared woefully uncapable of containing the engorged figure of Emma. Though his heart only beat for Claire, once Emma got his blood pumping south, his more primal urges began to blur his restraint.

    “Mission accomplished.” Emma chimed in a rather factual manner, while she looked up to gauge Paul’s reaction.

    Snapping his eyes off of Emma’s plump hips, Paul responded cheerfully, “220 pounds??”

    “221.” Emma corrected, as she placed her hands onto her beefy midriff. Claire’s kitty pajama t-shirt had no business trying to contain her gut, much less her breasts. The shirt was more a second bra than a shirt, it only covered Emma’s swollen tits, leaving her belly completely on display for Paul to inspect.

    “Does this mean we’re done?” Paul asked secretly hopeful Emma would plead for his help in growing even fatter.

    “That was the deal.” Emma sighed, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror and squeezed her belly fat while letting out a pleased smile, “I can’t believe how fat you made me.”

    “I can.” Paul smiled, as he inspected the growth of his prized hog and secretly reveled in Emma’s delight.

    “You made me such a fatass. I love it.” Emma enthused, as she looked toward Paul with a little endearment.

    Meeting her gaze, he smiled recognizing how much her face had softened since they’d began their little secret stuffings. Being completely honest, Paul admitted, “I’m going to miss it.”

    “Me too. But I’m not sure I could get much bigger.” Emma mused, as she struggled to imagine what she might look like even larger than she was now. It wasn’t easy. She had no reference. She waited for Paul to chime in and perhaps convince her that she had more ‘growing’ to do, but he remained silent. Seeing Paul without an answer, Emma turned her attention back to her reflection and decided to try and prod him, “I’m so fat already.. I think I look perfect. What do you think?”

    “You do look perfect.” Paul replied in spite of the voice in the back of his head screaming to tell her she’d look better even larger.

    Emma appreciated Paul’s complement, but it wasn’t the answer she’d been hoping for. She wondered if she could change Paul’s mind. Maybe if she brought out the dominant feeder that dwelled within him one last time, he’d change his mind and command her to remain his feedee.

    “Wanna do one last feeding? To celebrate?” Emma offered, as Paul’s eyebrows perked up immediately. Seeing the desire in Paul’s eyes, Emma pressed further, “You-know-who won’t be around until tomorrow night. We’re completely alone, if you’d want to get started.”

    “Right now?” Paul responded helpless to refuse. The possibilities played in his imagination. If this was the last time he’d get to act as Emma’s feeder, he wanted to make it the biggest feeding of Emma’s life.

    “Right nowww.” Emma seductively hissed, as she struggled to her tiptoes, hung on Paul’s shoulder and bellowed in his ear, “And I’m hungggggrrrrrryyyyy.”

    Feeling his instincts take over, Paul burst authoritatively, “Then get your big butt on the couch and be a patient girl until I’m ready for you.”

    “Yes sir!” Emma squealed in egger anticipation, while her jiggly body began a fervent trot to the couch.

    “We are going to start with dessert.” Paul told Emma, while he walked toward the refrigerator.

    “Ayyhh.. You know me so well!” Emma relaxingly exhaled, as she assumed her position on the couch and made herself comfy.

    As Paul fiddled about in the freezer, he avoided paying Emma any heed. She felt a little jealous Paul was giving her meal preparation more attention than her. If this was really the last time Paul fed her, she wanted 100% of his focus to be on her.

    “It’s so hot in here..” Emma feigned, as she craftily used her complaining as an excuse to relieve her portly body of Claire’s inept pajamas. First, she wiggled the tight pants down her legs. Then she struggled to whip the shirt from her meaty chest. Mid-struggle, she knew Paul could hear what she was doing, and yet he didn’t pay her any mind. She didn’t get a reaction out of him until he’d managed to carry a platter of open ice cream to the coffee table.

    “Woah..” Paul reactively blurted, as his eyes briefly flinched away from Emma’s scantily clad body. He craved nothing more than to inspect Emma in underwear, but that wasn’t something allowed in their agreement. Feeling the need to remind Emma of that agreement, Paul weakly said, “That’s against the rules.”

    “But I want this last feeding to be special for you.” Emma innocently urged, as her tone became much softer and more submissive, “You’ve been so good to me, I think you’ve earned a little peak at what you’ve done to my body. Tell me Paul, have I been fattening up to your liking?”
     
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    This was bait. Paul knew this was bait. Emma was planning something, and she wanted him to fall for it. Seeing her as the seductive feedee she’d become, Paul let his inner demon take over.

    “Very much so.” Paul assured her, as he tossed in a quiet but stern order, “Just make sure your bra and panties stay on.”

    “They’ll stay on.” Emma obediently hummed, as her head tilted to the side innocently while she added, “Unless, you feed me so much that.. they burst off me.”

    “That would be against..” Paul began to rebuke Emma’s seductive challenge, as his imagination ran wild with the thought of Emma’s softened body naked. Losing control, his commanding persona stopped him from chastising her and instead confidently hinted, “Well.. I guess we’ll see what happens.”

    “Mhh.. I guess so..” Emma purred in delight, while she watched Paul’s eyes very closely. He had such a manly look about him when he took charge and fed her up. Wanting to encourage this favorable persona, Emma grunted, “So hurry up and feed me! Your feedee is horny.. and hungry.. and would like to be brutally teased for her selfish appetite.”

    “Open wide.” Paul calmly instructed, while Emma’s mouth quickly obeyed. Using a spoon to scoop some ice cream, Paul brought the frozen dessert to Emma’s eager lips. As she hummed in approval and gulped down the chilly treat, Paul added, “Better be careful. Keep indulging that sweet tooth and soon you’ll be too fat to make it up the stairs.”

    “Mhh!! Not bad, but I know you can do better.” Emma excitedly whispered, as she felt a glorious sensation tingling across her body. Taking another spoonful from Paul without skipping a beat, Emma blurted with her mouth completely stuffed, “I’m a big girl now, do your worst.. I can take it.. Don’t hold back..”

    “Remember when you only had a little paunch, a small muffin top?” Paul asked in a judgmental tone, while he scooped more ice cream with one hand and gave Emma’s exposed belly a hearty slap with his other. Just as Emma’s mouth opened to let out an excited yelp, Paul filled her with more ice cream. Continuing to talk down to her, Paul teasingly spoke, “You thought losing the weight would be easy?”

    “Mhh-hmm..” Emma hummed, as she weakly nodded her head in agreement. Her feeder had ratcheted up his act up to 11!! She could feel his intensity and longed for more verbal punishment. Paul was scratching her itch better than he ever had before.

    “Did you seriously have a plan to hit the gym and start dieting?” Paul skeptically wondered, as he pinched Emma’s lower belly pouch firm enough to cause Emma to gush with a little pain, and a lot of pleasure.

    “Mhh-hmm..” Emma hummed, as Paul kept refilling her mouth with the slowly melting ice cream every time she swallowed. He was like a man possessed, and she was like an obedient eating machine.

    “Do you think that plan would work for you now? Do you think you’d be able to exercise successfully considering how grossly fat you’ve let yourself become?” Paul sternly questioned with a firm enough poke to Emma’s belly button to produce a lovely burp from deep within her.

    “Nhh-mhh” Emma shook her head, as even the thought of her now horrendous physical condition raised the heat within her hopelessly skewed sex drive.

    “That’s right. You know why?” Paul loudly voiced, as he gave Emma’s gut a lustful grab and roared, “Because, the only exercise I’ll permit you to get is a slow waddle. You can go to work, and you can go to the fridge to get more food, but other than that, your fat ass is on this couch or in your bed. You got it?”

    “Yes sir!” Emma quickly answered in almost a pleading fashion. She wanted more, even more of this lovely talk her feeder was giving her. She felt as if she’d cum just from his handling of her belly fat. She didn’t even think it was possible, but she prayed Paul would prove her wrong. She needed him to. She needed to release this flood Paul was instilling within her. She might just drown if he didn’t.

    Annoyed Emma was able to get a word in edgewise, Paul thrust a double scoop into her mouth and reasserted his voice. Carefully teasing, Paul growled, “you’ve gotten quite heavy around your middle, haven’t you?”

    “Mhh!” Emma hummed, as she affectionately squeezed Paul’s hand while he meticulously meaded the fat of her squishy gut.

    Ignoring Emma’s show of submission and blissful enjoyment, Paul continued his thought, “Do you have any clothes left that even fit this big belly?”

    “Nhh-mhh..” Emma shook her head in response causing Paul to miss her mouth with another spoonful of ice cream and instead slather it all over her cheek.
     
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    Slightly annoyed, Paul grabbed Emma’s jaw and stuffed what remained on the spoon into her mouth with more force than he’d done before. Emma’s eyes were open wide with excitement by Paul’s unconventional enthusiasm. She felt a pang of arousal escalate within her, as Paul threatened, “You stay still when I’m feeding you or else I’ll have to tie you down and feed you double!”

    “Aaah!” Emma winced, as a pulse of pleasure shook her from the inside out.

    Paul’s attention was drawn to the noticeable slapping sound of Emma’s swollen boobs flopping against her chest as she jiggled in her seat. Instinctively grabbing her wrists and forcefully using her hands to squeeze her bloated tits, Paul watched Emma’s face gasp with surprise and excitement. If there was a lock to Emma’s libido, Paul had utterly shattered it. The dominant demeanor of his voice captivated her imagination, his hands controlled her attention, he’d even found a way of touching her body intimately without technically using his own hands and breaking the no touching rule. Although.. At this point, she’d probably let him touch her anywhere and everywhere he damn well pleased without a single complaint. She was far too horny to resist.

    “You like what all the food I feed you is doing to your body.” Paul knowingly teased, as Emma let out a gasp for air. She was getting exhausted?? From what? Just from the fast rate he was feeding her?? Had she really gotten that out of shape?

    “Oh-my god..” Emma moaned, as her body vibrated with a shiver of thrilled excitement.

    “Don’t talk!” Paul warned, as he let go of Emma’s wrists, and firmly pressed both of his hands against her chubby stomach fat.

    “*Burrrpp!*” Emma belched involuntarily, as her hands helplessly fell to her sides, and she watched Paul go for more ice cream. Sneaking a hand underneath her panties, Emma desperately begged, “Please Paul, I need a second..”

    “Five more big spoons and I might let you have a break.” Paul compromised, as he finished grabbing a new spoonful of ice cream.

    “Please..” Emma moaned, as she watched the spoon approach her face while she gasped for breath.

    “I said five more porker! Keep talking and I’ll..” Paul began to threaten, as his voice was drowned out a loud moaning sentence from Emma.

    “Fuck.. Pleaseeee tease me moree.. I’m so close..” Emma pleaded, as Paul’s eyes sensed motion from Emma’s lap. He spied her hand beneath her panties.
     
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    “No. Not in front of me.” Paul ordered, as he grabbed Emma’s wrist and yanked her hand out from under her panties.

    “Telling me no, only makes me want it more!” Emma yelped feeling hopelessly victimized yet excruciatingly turned on by Paul’s commanding gesture.

    “It’s against the rules!” Paul barked, as he intended to quell Emma’s protest with more food if necessary.

    “Rules are meant to be broken!” Emma defiantly burst, as she selfishly wined, “It’s not cheating if I do it myself!”

    Paul was about to nip this defiance in the butt, but a loud noise from outside the apartment caused them both to freeze. Someone had just entered the first floor of the apartment building. Probably one of his neighbors.

    “Wait what was that??” Emma worriedly gushed, as she fearfully looked at Paul.

    “Someone’s downstairs. Just a neighbor. Nothing to worry about.” Paul dismissed Emma’s jitters, as he resumed trying to feed her, “Open up.”

    “No! It’s Claire!” Emma declared, as Paul snapped out of the delirious feeding frenzy.

    “She’s not coming over tonight.” Paul assured Emma, as felt a pang of guilt in the back of his mind.

    “Listen!” Emma urged Paul, as they could hear the pitter patter of footsteps rushing up the stairs. With a sense of urgency Emma roared, “She always runs up the stairs when you’re not with her because she’s excited to see you! Trust me! It’s her!!”

    “Fuck!” Paul cursed realizing Emma was right.

    “I’ll take my clothes and the ice cream and hide in my room! Get in the bathroom and get rid of the ‘evidence.’” Emma strategized, as her eyes wandered toward the auspiciously large bulge her feeder was sporting under his pants. She began trying to wiggle up from the sofa, but Paul wasn’t moving.

    “What evidence?” Paul quickly muttered not following Emma’s logic.

    “This evidence!” Emma urgently burst, as her hand darted to grasp Paul’s bulge without a second of rational thought. With a hearty tug, Emma alerted Paul in the worst way possible of just how aroused she’d made him. Perhaps her tug was too forceful or perhaps she’d just picked the right spot, but Emma could feel Paul’s bulge spasm from her tough. Her jaw dropped in a fearful curiosity, as she got a front row view to Paul’s O-face.

    “Holy shit!” Paul cursed, as the pressing problem of his girlfriend storming up the steps failed to distract him from the amazing release he was feeling from Emma’s grip.

    “Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Just go to the bathroom and clean it up, hurry!” Emma spat, as she let Paul go and clumsily wobbled into her room with the remaining containers of ice cream from the coffee table. She knew she’d crossed a line just now.. but it was an accident! As dreadful as she felt about what she’d just done to Paul, she was too painfully aroused to dwell on it. She’d gotten Paul’s rocks off, now it was time for her skillful fingers to give herself the same pleasure.

    Coming to his senses just in time to process the utter horror of the situation, Paul rushed into the bathroom, stubbed his toe by nearly stumbling over something on the floor, and quickly turned the shower on. He made sure the water was as cold as possible while he stripped naked and piled his clothes together to conceal the accident his feedee had caused in his pants. Over the sound of the water, he could hear a knock at his apartment door. Emma had been right! It really was Claire! And she had a key!!

    Paul rushed into the shower and bit his tongue to keep from yelping because of how cold the water was. Forcing himself to endure the stinging cold, he managed to lather up some soap and soak his hair. Observing himself, he was relieved the cold water was doing its job, but a knock on the bathroom door caused him to jump.

    “Babe??” Claire’s voice echoed into the bathroom.
     
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    “Babe??” Claire’s voice echoed into the bathroom while alarm consumed Paul’s conscious mind.

    Holy shit! He’d never locked the bathroom door! He could hear the squeaky hinges of the door swing open, before closing rather softly. Claire was in the bathroom! All that stood between him and his girlfriend was the thin shower curtain! Thinking fast, Paul tried to produce as many suds of soap across his body as possible.

    “Hey! Claire! I didn’t expect you tonight!” Paul worriedly replied to her, as he tried not to let the cold water effect his casual sounding voice. He didn’t want to languish in the cold any longer, but he had to make sure that every visible sign of his arousal for his feedee had subsided.

    “Guess what!? My gym class was canceled tonight, so I thought.. since it’s been awhile..” Claire hummed, while he could hear her slowly approaching the shower curtain, “We could workout together tonight!”

    “Umm, I’m not really in the mood for a workout..” Paul responded with a bit of a sour tone. Why did Claire want him to exercise all of a sudden? She knew he wasn’t really into the gym like she was. Hopefully she didn’t want to go running or something, his toe still stung from whatever he’d banged it on.

    “Haha, no silly, the kind we do in bed!” Claire warmly elaborated, as Paul recognized the sound of clothes dropping to the floor. His heart almost stopped. Had Claire just inspected the clothes he’d left on the ground?? Did she find the evidence of his feedee’s transgression? Did she know? His fearful questions were answered in an instant, while Claire’s naked body quickly swung the curtain open and she hornily chirped, “Or in the shower! Hey handsome!”

    “Hey beautiful!” Paul gushed frozen in place while he felt Claire’s eyes inspecting him. He felt so guilty he hardly had time to notice her substantially trimmer looking physique. He was too busy thanking the gods that the cold water had done its job.

    “Mind if I join you?” Claire smiled clearly liking the look of her naked and surprised boyfriend in the shower.

    “Umm, not at all.” Paul welcomed his girlfriend, as she stuck her hand out and felt the water before quickly recoiling.

    “Why’s the water so cold? You’ll freeze!” Claire pouted, as she leaned to the side and turned the hot water way up. Feeling the temperature begin to change, Claire entered the shower away from the showerhead.

    “Was just trying to wake up, I’m really feeling exhausted.” Paul lied, as Claire seemed to buy it.

    “Busy day?” Claire wondered, while her eyes longingly stared into his own.

    “Yeah..” Paul muttered, as Claire leaned closer to him and wrapped her hands around his sides to tug him closer.

    “Well.. Let me make it better for you, *Mhh!!*” Claire seductively cooed with a gentle kiss to Paul’s lips.

    Closing his eyes, he let his arms wrap around Claire’s back. As they kissed, Paul could feel, with some disappointment, how his girlfriend’s body had shrunk in sized and firmed up with lean muscle. While their bodies pressed together, he could feel that his stomach was now the softer of the two. Claire now had a flat stomach that was pretty firm to the touch, if a little soft looking to the eyes. The love handles he loved grabbing onto had vanished, so instead, his hands veered toward Claire’s butt. Luckily Claire’s ass still had some fat to squeeze otherwise Paul might have lost his hopeful concentration. He was trying to perform well for Claire, but while his lips were up to the task, another part of him wasn’t hopping on board.
     
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    “What’s wrong?” Claire hummed, as she pulled away from her handsome man. She sounded disappointed, “You don’t seem into it.”

    “I am into it.” Paul tried to rebut, but Claire quickly decided to investigate with her hand rather than take him at his word.

    “You’re not even hard.” Claire discovered feeling a bit self-conscious she’d failed to turn her boyfriend on.

    “I’m sorry.” Paul gulped, as he stumbled to find an excuse, “I just feel tired..”

    “No. It’s fine.” Claire vulnerably recoiled, “Finals are coming up.. I should be studying anyway.”

    “Hey, maybe later we can..” Paul began to try and bargain, while Claire pushed the shower curtain to the side and grabbed a towel that was within reach.

    “I’m busy later. I have homework.” Claire droned quickly turning down Paul’s offer, as she wrapped her thinner body in the towel. Luckily, she hadn’t gotten her hair wet yet.

    “You could do your homework tomorrow. Wouldn’t a relaxing date night be nice?” Paul tried to sway Claire’s opinion, as he kept his eyes on her noticeably thinner face.

    “It would, but I’m busy.” Claire reiterated with less patience in her voice.

    “You were not this busy last year.” Paul complained rather stoutly.

    “That’s the thing about college, it gets harder every year!” Claire burst with a hint of annoyance, “You’d know that if you’d ever..”

    “What??” Paul snapped a bit louder than Claire had expected.

    “Nothing.” Claire muttered feeling a little startled.

    “If I’d ever, what? If I’d ever gone to college??” Paul continued trying to finish Claire’s thought for her.

    “No..” Claire weakly denied.

    “It’s what you were going to say wasn’t it?” Paul insisted, as Claire’s face revealed her guilt.

    “I didn’t mean it. I’ve just been stressed lately and.. I really wanted sex..” Claire pouted feeling upset.

    “I’m sorry, I’m just not in the mood tonight.” Paul firmly stood his ground, while he crossed his arms.

    “Clearly.” Claire grunted, as she added a solemn, “I should go.”

    “No.. Claire, you don’t have to..” Paul softened his tone feeling some concern.

    “No, it’s okay. I’ll find another way to deal with all the stress finals are giving me.” Claire explained, as she dried herself off with the towel, “Let’s hangout on Saturday. No work, no school, just us.”

    “Okay..” Paul agreed, as Claire looked at her pile of clothes and the dial scale on the bathroom floor next to them.

    “What’s with the new scale? Were you weighing yourself?” Claire asked, as Paul seemed perplexed by the question.

    “What?” Paul muttered, as his mind suddenly realized he’d stubbed his toe on Emma’s dial scale! He’d never put it away! “Oh! Umm, yeah.. I just wanted to check my weight and I couldn’t find the digital scale in my closet..”

    “Huh, why?” Claire asked in curiosity.

    “Umm,” Paul panicked, as he tried to avoid admitting he’d been weighing her porky sister, “Well, ugh, I’ve been umm.. you know, drinking with Emma recently.. More often than I usually do and umm.. Just wanted to have some piece of mind it wasn’t having an effect on me.”

    “Oh. Well I think you look great babe. As usual.” Claire smiled, as she began picking up her clothes, before adding, “Just don’t let her rub off on you.”

    “Thanks.” Paul replied, while he watched her turn her back toward him.

    “If you ever want to join me at the gym, the fitness classes I’m doing really work. I’m down to…” Claire paused, as Paul watched her hop on the dial scale from behind. He deeply wished she’d call out a heavy number, but to his dismay, Claire proudly said, “157 pounds!”

    “That’s great honey!” Paul burst with fake enthusiasm before his voice returned to his more disappointed tone, “but I’m where I want to be.”

    “Cool. Just thought I’d offer. It would be a fun thing to do as a couple.” Claire dejectedly responded, as she donned her clothes in silence and uttered one last thing before she darted out of the door, “Have a nice night.”
     
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    Closing the bathroom door, Claire couldn’t help but shed a few tears from her frustration. They’d gone from having some of the best sexual chemistry of their relationship to the longest dry spell of their relationship in only a month’s time. However, she wasn’t mad at Paul. She understood the demands of her schedule and she knew she couldn’t devote as much time to him as she had last year. But she did feel responsible for the little blow up they’d just had. She’d treated him like a booty-call, not a boyfriend. She hoped he didn’t think less of her for it. Feeling like she needed someone to talk to, instead of leaving Paul’s apartment, she decided to enter her sister’s room.

    “Hey sis, do you have a minute?” Claire meekly asked, as she opened the door and spotted her sister laying down on her bed in nothing but a tight bra and panties. Her stomach looked like a round dome of thick pudge from the angle Claire was viewing it. She’d tried to stop chastising her sister about her weight, but as her eyes judgingly convinced her that Emma’s weight problem had only grown more severe, she felt she needed to say something.

    “Don’t you knock??” Emma sighed sounding annoyed she was being disturbed. She looked like a lazy mass of fat. She didn’t even lift her head up to meet Claire’s eyes.

    “What were you doing??” Claire wondered with a slight bit of disgust in her voice, as she spotted a mess of empty ice cream containers sloppily thrown on the floor besides Emma’s bed.

    “I was *Buurp!* eating..” Emma belched, while she gave her big bloated stomach a rub.

    “Clearly you’ve been doing a lot of that recently.” Claire muttered, as her eyes wandered from her sister’s round gut to her chubby thighs.

    “What are you trying to say?” Emma grunted, as she attempted to lean herself upward and produced some noticeably pudgy rolls of fat across her belly.

    “You look like a girl who loves to eat.” Claire responded in a no-nonsense kind of way.

    “Are you calling me.. fat?” Emma jittered, while the fluttering tingle of excitement within her, that she’d vanquished minutes earlier with some scintillating masturbation, kindled back to life.

    “I’m not calling you thin Emma.” Claire countered thinking her sister was playing dumb about the consequences of her gluttony, “Seriously, when are you going on a diet? What are Mom and Dad going to say when they see how much you’ve let yourself go?”

    “They’ll understand that I’ve been through a lot and I need time to heal. The second I want to start dating again, I promise I’ll lose all this fat.” Emma lied, as she slapped her jiggly gut with both hands and gave it a big squeeze for Claire to see, “Until then please respect that I’m an adult and can make my own choices.”

    “Fine. Make a choice. Do you wanna come hangout with me? We could have a ladies-night out on the town. Or would you rather keep sitting on your lazy butt stuffing your face with ice cream all alone?” Claire posited her questions, as she impatiently placed her hands on her hips.

    “I don’t feel like going anywhere.” Emma meekly responded, while she wondered if she had any clothes, that still fit, which would be suitable for a night on the town.

    “You’re the one who told me I needed a life outside my boyfriend. So, I’m telling you, you need a life outside of eating your feelings.” Claire declared, as she stormed over to her sister, grabbed both of her pudgy arms, and lugged her to her feet. Grunting with strain, as she stopped Emma from trying to sit back on the bed, Claire growled, “You need to put yourself out their again!”

    “No.” Emma grunted, while she tried to break Claire’s grip, but her little sister was too strong.

    “I’ll be your wing-girl!” Claire urged, while Emma tried harder.

    “Definitely not.” Emma growled, while she really used her weight to try and lean away from her sister, but Claire bent her legs slightly and tugged even harder. Losing the battle, Emma stubbled forward and Claire practically wrestled her to the closet.

    “You’re coming even if I have to roll you there.” Claire vowed, as Emma gave up her resistance and tried to catch her breath.

    “You’re going to try and get me laid??” Emma panted, as she hunched over and watched as Claire dug through her messy closet and threw some sweatpants at Emma’s face.

    “You bet.” Claire enthusiastically burst, as she tossed Emma a black tank top and ordered, “Get dressed.”

    “I’m in no shape to start dating again. Look at me.” Emma muttered, while she did as Claire said. The grey sweatpants fit, but barely. They were stretched to their limit. They’d been baggy when Emma had been closer to 140lbs, but now her thick thighs stretched the skin-tight garment to its seams. The look was hardly flattering. She couldn’t even bring the fabric down low enough to cover her pudgy calves. The tank top was even worse. It was basically a secondary sports bra that offered nothing by way of extra support. Her bloated belly was completely on display. Feeling ridiculous, Emma complained to Claire, “Besides, I don’t have any clothes for a girl’s night. I’m too fat for everything.”

    “If you ate sensibly you wouldn’t be in this situation.” Claire chastised her sister, as she tried to tug down Emma’s shirt, but realized it was pointless with her sister’s big belly. Getting an idea, Claire burst, “I have some dresses that might fit you at my place.”

    “Please stop. I don’t want to go out, okay!” Emma grunted, as Claire frowned.

    “Just this once, can you be a good sister to me and keep me company?” Claire vented, “Paul and I just had a fight and I don’t want to be alone.”

    “What happened?” Emma muttered in a consoling fashion. She of course had an idea of what Claire could have seen if Paul hadn’t cleaned himself up fast enough, but she didn’t want to assume and risk giving herself away.

    “I’ll tell you, but you gotta come with me.” Claire urged her, as Emma relented.

    “Alright, alright.” Emma sighed, as she prepared to endure whatever her little sister considered to be a night out on the town.
     
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    The night started with a rough walk to Claire’s dorm. She’d grabbed a sweatshirt before they’d left to help combat the brisk air outside, but Emma found herself sweating after only a few blocks of walking. Emma’s stomach felt uncomfortable from all the ice cream Paul had stuffed her with, but she endured the discomfort and powered through. Although, her lungs were actually feeling a pinch of discomfort from the exertion. Emma hadn’t realized her efforts to fatten up had so drastically cut her stamina, but the realization was rather exciting. It was a reminder of the wonderful progress she was making.

    As Emma mused over her weakened physical fitness, Claire filled the time it took them to get to her dorm with a laundry list of insecure complaints about Paul’s behavior lately. Emma learned from Claire that he wasn’t texting as much. He wasn’t joining her in eating healthy. He didn’t seem as excited to see her recently. Emma thought Claire came off sounding a little paranoid and needy, but Emma could sympathize. Claire was head over heels in love with Paul and she just wanted more attention from him. Emma did her best to validate Claire’s concerns and offer some excuses on Paul’s behalf. After all, she had to cover for her feeder.

    At Claire's dorm room, the quest to find a dress that fit Emma properly began. It was obvious to Claire by the size of Emma’s breasts and belly alone, that Emma was fatter than Claire had ever been. While Claire stood a good four inches taller than her older sister and had a slightly larger frame naturally, even her biggest and more stretchy dresses posed a problem for Emma.

    They spent a good twenty-five minutes going through different clothing options, but things were anything but easy for Claire. Her sister was not a very cooperative person in general, but tonight Emma was something else. Every time Claire had to command her sister to suck in her stomach to help her fit into something, Emma started acting a little strange. At first it was typical stuff, like complaints about her problem areas. But after 15 minutes had past, Emma’s complaints got more complex. Claire was a bit off put by some of the colorful language Emma used to effectively fat shame herself, but it did at least put some of her worries about Emma to rest. This whole time it seemed like her sister kind of enjoyed getting fat, but seeing her vocal frustrations, Claire knew Emma wasn’t pleased with what she’d become. It looked like her sister had to practically bite her tongue to keep from crying, as they tried one final dress.

    Emma had to practically bite her tongue to keep herself from moaning in delight. She never could have conceived how fun it would be to have grown out of so many outfits. She loved all of it. The hope in her sister’s eyes before she tried on a dress, and the embarrassed disappointment apparent on her sister’s face when she ultimately proved too fat to fit. It was a perverse little game that Emma enhanced with her own vocal soundtrack. Teasing herself in the absence of Paul was the best she could do to push herself closer to the edge. It seemed like Claire had no clue how respond to her antics other than to offer another dress as tribute.

    This last dress was the best of the bunch so far. It actually fit, barely. The main issue for Emma was how tight the dress felt against her love handles and her chest. It was actually kind of hard to breath in it, but it wasn’t like Emma had any other options. Having found success, Claire headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. The second Claire left; Emma struggled to take her bra off without removing her dress. The bra was simply too tight for the dress and too painful to put up with all night. Emma knew she needed a bigger bra anyway. Her breasts had fattened up too much. Inspecting herself in the mirror, Emma wagered that nobody would even notice if she went bra-less tonight. Despite their big size, her boobs were very perky.

    Alone in Claire’s dorm room, Emma was quick to note how messy the room was in general. Claire had complained of her sloppy roommate, but there was still a lot of clutter on Claire’s side as well. On Claire’s desk chair, Emma noticed some folded clothes that clearly belonged to a boy. When Claire returned from her shower Emma asked about them. Claire explained the clothes belonged to her roommate’s boyfriend and that she’d asked Claire if it was alright to temporarily leave them there. Turning her attention to her own clothing situation, Claire grabbed the newest dress she’d added to her collection to showcase her leaner body.
     
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    The bar Claire’s friends were at was called the ‘Tap House.’ Emma was thankful it was only a short walk from Claire’s dorm because she’d lost her breath by the time they got there. Claire actually teased her a little bit for her poor show of stamina which set Emma’s mood for the rest of the night.

    They were quite a contrast. Claire wasn’t yet technically thin by society’s definition, her lower body was still a bit too padded for that, but Claire looked thin when she was standing next to Emma. Maybe that was why Emma noticed the considerable amount of attention her baby sister was getting from the male gender at the bar. Emma had always been the hot sister, or the sexy sister. She was the one in the family guys always fawned over. Having her beauty totally eclipsed by her sister should have been a wake-up call. Instead it was an aphrodisiac!

    Rather than dismay about the looks of disgust, and petty mean comments, she received from the college guy’s she flirted with, Emma was loving how they were reacting to her fattened body. She was being treated like the shameful fatty she’d labored so hard to become and despite her utter failure to land a guy to bed her, she had to admit she was having fun. Claire did her best to act as a wing girl, but there was no hiding Emma’s gluttonous streak. Even the handsome gym instructor Claire introduced to her seemed fatally grossed out when Emma let out a belch for the ages. Clearly Mike, or whatever Claire said his name was, didn’t find gassy ladies attractive. His loss.

    As Claire followed after her gym instructor to do some damage control and maybe even some dancing, Emma decided to fill her belly with something other than beer. Maybe the bar had some good appetizers? Emma was willing to try at least half the menu to find out.

    Making her way across the floor of students mingling and causally dancing to the music, Emma approached the bar. It was freaking crowed, but one side was clearly swarming with more horny college guys than the other. Emma briefly wondered why that was until she saw the beauty of a female bartender working on that side of the bar. She was a young blonde with big tits. Of course, those college frat boys couldn’t resist.

    Making her way to the side of the bar without the bimbo bartender, Emma hoped to find a stool to rest her tired legs. She spotted that only one stool was left open, so she rushed to get to the seat before someone else could take it. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a lot of space for Emma to fit onto it. To her right was a guy clearly drunk off his ass and salivating at the sight of the bimbo bartender. To her left, to her surprise, was probably the fattest chick in the bar, even fatter than her. Emma actually nudged this obese chick’s girthy ass when she tried to wiggle onto the stool. The girl’s ass was so fat and wide its fat spilled out over her stool and actually encroached on Emma’s. Never one to mince words, Emma blurted the first thing that struck her mind.
     
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    “Hey, you mind scooting over? Your ginormous ass is on my seat!” Emma grunted, as the obese beast beside her rotated her overblown body toward her. The poor tiny stool she was sitting on let out a squeaky cry as it tried not to bend beneath her great weight.

    “How about you mind your own business..” The familiar sounding woman complained, as her eyes locked on Emma’s and they burst wide with surprise, “Emma?!”

    “Alana!?” Emma nearly choked, while she was barely able to connect the voice she was hearing with the faded face from her memory, “Is that really you?”

    “In the flesh.” Alana shrugged, as Emma’s jaw dropped while she inspected what had befallen the brazen brunette. Alana sported the frame of her baby sister to a certain extent, if her sister weighed somewhere over 300lbs and boasted a bust worthy of matching her own. Emma’s attention was captivated by the changes she was noticing. Alana’s legs had gotten so fat they looked like tree trunks! Her hips had spread past the point of reasonable belief! Her ass had always been rather big, but now its volume of fat had multiplied by a factor of 4 or 5! And then their was her gut and bust.. Emma felt envious, but it was obvious that Alana’s girth put her own to shame.

    “Emphasis on flesh. You look so.. ” Emma hesitated, as she didn’t actually have a word readily available for what she was seeing. Alana looked to be a least double the size she’d been the last time Emma had seen her. She looked like a female sumo wrestler or something! What was the word for somebody THAT fat?? Maybe she’d drank too much beer, because she couldn’t think of one. So, she just settled for closing her statement with, “jumbo.”

    “Jumbo?? Ha. Ha. You’re one to talk. You’ve gotten so fat I hardly recognized you.” Alana snapped seemingly agitated by Emma’s characterization of her. Although her face was blushing from the embarrassment of being recognized and she was pissed Emma had pointed out how severely she’d let herself go, Alana got herself under control, as she reluctantly added, “Although I guess you have a good excuse for piling on the pounds.”

    “I don’t.. want to talk about him.” Emma recoiled slightly, while she spared herself the pain of remembering by refocused her mind on how infatuated she was by how massive Alana’s body had expanded with pillow-like fat, “What’s your excuse?”

    “For getting fat again?” Alana scoffed sounding disappointed with herself, “I think my metabolism just quit on me.”

    “First of all, I’m fat. You’re.. jumbo.” Emma reiterated, as she remembered the word she’d pulled out of her ass to describe somebody of Alana’s category of obese, “Second, don’t give me that metabolism bullshit. What happened? Did your BOY dump you?”

    “Nothing happened! My boy-FRIEND didn’t dump me!!” Alana growled, as she shot Emma a glaring look.

    “Settle down, I wasn’t trying to offend you.” Emma assured her, with a pat to Alana’s truly mammoth sized belly. It was super soft and squishy. Emma tried to imagine what it would feel like if her own gut was that big.

    “Look, it’s just been too long since I hauled my lazy ass to the gym.” Alana blurted her excuse, as she could tell by Emma’s unimpressed look that the short scamp wasn’t buying it, “And I eat a little too much junk food, okay? Stop judging me.”

    “I’m not judging, I think you look good.” Emma truthfully complemented, as Alana’s frowning face seemed to brighten up.

    “Th-thank you Emma. That’s really sweet.” Alana smiled, as she picked up a fork from the plate in front of her and Emma observed that Alana had been sitting at the bar drinking a pina colada and chowing down on cheesecake!

    “I’m just curious. Umm, just between us girl’s with weight problems.. How much do you weigh?” Emma enviously wondered, as she craved to know how heavy this jumbo-sized woman was.

    “I don’t know. The last time I weighed myself I was 350 pounds, but I haven’t checked in a while. So, it could be a little more or a little less..” Alana self-consciously revealed, as Emma’s heart beat faster.. 350 pounds.. She could only imagine what being that fat must feel like. She wanted to ask more questions, but her train of thought was interrupted by Alana trying to save face by adding, “I’ve been trying to diet recently.”

    “Isn’t that your second plate of cheesecake?” Emma inquired, as she pointed to the empty plate besides the one Alana had in front of her with a half-eaten piece of calorie filled cheesecake.

    “I wanted three plates.” Alana snobbishly grunted, as she dug into her dessert with her fork and quickly took a taste to her lips, “See-dieting.”

    “Hahaha, you’re hopeless.” Emma earnestly belly-laughed at Alana’s oblivious hypocrisy.
     
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    “If you knew how good the cheesecake was here, you’d see I’m making a big sacrifice.” Alana protested, as she cut into her cheesecake and offered the next forkful to Emma, “Here. Have a bite!”

    “I don’t know I’m pretty stuffed.” Emma muttered, as she consciously placed her hand on her bloated gut. In truth, she could eat more, but her dress felt ready to burst in her seated position.

    “Have a bite. Save me from myself.” Alana pleaded, as she held the fork closer to Emma’s face. Unable to resist the opportunity to get fed in public, Emma opened her greedy mouth and welcomed the luscious taste of the cake.

    “Mhh!!” Emma hummed, as she swallowed down the morsel and was surprised by how rich it tasted. Taking in a big breath of satisfaction, Emma could feel the seams of her dress around her love handles finally snap, “Fuck!”

    “Was that your dress?” Alana gushed, as she spied the little rip that had just formed around Emma’s one side. Emma blushed from excitement but didn’t want to tip Alana off to her weird libido.

    “My sister is going to kill me.” Emma pretended to grunt, as she tried to put her wardrobe malfunction toward the back of her mind. It wasn’t proper to get so utterly turned on in public like this. As she mentally weighed the merits of excusing herself to a bathroom to masturbate, she forgot to sensor herself, “But that cake’s better than sex.”

    “Hahaha! Don’t know if I’d agree with you there.” Alana vigorously managed to say, while laughing at how serious Emma had sounded about the cake. “You might not be doing sex right.”

    “Hey Bar-keep! Four slices of cheesecake please!” Emma loudly called to the pretty blonde behind the bar all of the dumb frat boys were trying to flirt with.

    “What are you doing?” Alana tilted her head in surprise, as Emma simply released a devilish looking smile.

    “Three for me, and one for you.” Emma reasoned, “I could use more friends in this town so let’s shoot the shit, stuff our faces and get wasted!”

    “Haha, as long as you’re buying, you won’t hear me complain.” Alana agreed, as she finished her pina colada and motioned to the bartender for another. Looking back beside her, Alana couldn’t help, but ask, “What about your dress?”

    “It’s already ripped. So.. Fuck it.” Emma shrugged, as her devilish smile returned, “Let’s eat!”

     
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    While Emma and Claire’s night turned out loud and exciting, Paul remained alone in his apartment. His guilt over his little blow up with Claire weighed on him heavily. He’d made himself dinner. Watched some TV. However, nothing could really change his mood. He hadn’t been giving Claire the attention she craved from him and for what? So, he could stuff her older sister silly behind her back?? What kind of a shitty boyfriend was he?? He knew he could do better. He knew Claire deserved better. When Emma got home, he’d tell her. He’d thank her for the little taste of heaven she’d given him by acting as his feedee but tell her that they really had to stop like they agreed. Emma was 221 pounds. She’d gotten what she wanted. He’d gotten what he’d wanted. Everyone could leave their arrangement happy.

    Around 2AM, Paul was up watching TV when he heard the sound of someone stumbling into the apartment complex. The steps were heavy. They moved slowly. Whoever it was stopped every few steps to catch their breath. He muted the TV, as the noise finally reached just outside the door to his apartment. With a swift sound of a key turning, the door swung open and in stumbled Claire’s troublesome older sister.

    “Oooohhhh Paauuulll!!! Yourr feedeeeee’s homeeee!” Emma drunkenly slurred, as she collapsed next to him on the couch and let out a huge, “*BWArrrrrrpppppp!!*”

    “What the fuck Emma?! Are you drunk?” Paul blurted, as his eyes processed the way the dress Emma was wearing looked shredded on both sides. Her belly was so bloated and round she looked like she was carrying twins. Stammering, Paul asked, “Where have you been?”

    “I wass getting wasted withh Claire-bearr and an ol’friend from collegee.” Emma tipsily spoke, as she nestled herself against Paul and used her hand to bring Paul’s to the side of her ripped dress, “Look wat myy belly did to Clairee-bearr’s dress!”

    “I see.” Paul bit his tongue, as he brought his hand back to his side as fast as he could. Emma hadn’t been inside the apartment for two seconds and she’d already succeeded in turning him on. Trying as best he could to stay focused, Paul seriously spoke, “Look. We need to talk.”

    “O-M-G, Aree youu *Urp!* breaking up withh meee??!” Emma pouted, as she leaned her face closer to Paul’s and he noticed how truly drunk Emma’s stare was.

    “What are you talking about? We’re not dating.” Paul shook his head in confusion, as Emma leaned more of her weight on him.

    “Hahaaahaa, I knowww.” Emma deliriously smiled, as she wrapped her arms around Paul’s neck used her hold on him as leverage to plop herself down against him so she could use his lap like a pillow. Looking up at him with affection, Emma let go of him and continued, “It’ss just whhat it *Burp!* sounded likeee.”

    “Okay. Stop it.” Paul ordered, as he couldn’t handle how touchy Emma was being right now. Shimmying Emma off of him, he stood up from the couch and put some distance between himself and Emma. “Listen, what happened earlier got way out of hand and I’m sorry for the part I played in escalating things.”

    “I’m ssorry too. I sshouldn’t havee touched youu in a.. hmhm! Forbidden placee.” Emma giggled, as she struggled to roll herself off the couch to pursue Paul, “How comee youu neverr answered myy text?”

    “What text?” Paul asked, before snapping his nerve back into place, “It’s not important. We need to talk about ending our arrangement.”

    “But do you think I’d look even sexier if I was this fat??” Emma devilishly smiled, as she stumbled toward Paul with her phone in hand.

    “huh??” Paul muttered, as he looked over the selfie on Emma’s phone while he braced her in place. Realizing Emma looked quite small in comparison to the fat woman she was with, Paul asked, “Who’s that?”

    “Myy ol’friend. Alanaaa.” Emma slurred, as she grabbed Paul’s shoulders and vehemently began to urge, “I lookk small next to herr Paul! I thought you made me big!”

    “You have gotten big.” Paul replied, as he eyed Emma’s sizable gut.

    “I wanna beeee biggerrr than herr!” Emma burst, as she looked at Paul with an honest and vulnerable expression he couldn’t remember seeing before. She wasn’t just asking him. She was depending on him. “Can youu makee that happen?”

    “Emma.. Listen..” Paul began, as Emma shook him.

    “Pleasee?” Emma whined in desperation, “I want youu to keep feeding mee until I’m biggerr than herr. I wanna be moree than just a fattyy, I wanna be.. jumbo!”

    “Haha, jumbo?” Paul laughed at Emma’s choice of phrasing. There was something enduring about Emma’s plea. His mind was telling him to end their little experiment. His heart was undecided. The deciding vote grew stronger while his blood started flowing south the longer he stared at Emma. Feeling his heart pumping faster, Paul made his choice, “It’s not going to be easy once Claire’s semester ends. We are not going to have much alone time to do our feedings.”

    “Just tell mee what to do.” Emma smiled, as she gratefully hugged her feeder.

    “Okay.” Paul breathed, as his confidence returned to him. There had to be a way to be a good boyfriend to Claire and a good feeder to Emma. He’d figure it out, because he sure as hell didn’t want to live without either of the lovely ladies in his life. Voicing authoritatively, Paul spoke, “So how about you get your big drunk butt on the couch and be a patient girl until I’m ready to feed you.”

    “Yes *Urp!* sir!” Emma burped, as she blissfully awaited the feeling of being feed past the point of comfort. Past the point of her control. As she assumed her place on the couch, there was only one problem.. It was soo fucking hot in Paul’s apartment...
     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Paul had wanted to talk to Emma about her lengthy conversation with her father, but the moment never arose. Paul rejoined Claire and Shari nearly an hour before Dan and Emma did the same. By then, the night was too late, and everyone went to bed. In the morning Paul had wanted to talk to Emma, but she was nowhere to be found. He found out from Shari that Emma had gone on a bike ride with her father before he woke up. Around noon, father and exhausted overweight daughter returned from their quality time and Emma promptly took a shower followed by a lengthy nap. Paul planned on trying to squeeze in some time later in the day, away from Claire, where he could check on Emma. He’d let her rest up and then he’d see how she was holding up. In the meantime, Paul decided to try and make a better impression with Claire’s parents.
     
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    Hence the situation he’d gotten himself into now, with the stupid dirty grill he was trying to clean. It looked like the Irving family grill hadn’t been cleaned in months, and worse, it smelled like it too. As he continued cleaning, Paul had to admit that he was less than thrilled Claire’s mom had asked him to do this on such a harshly hot winter day. But what choice did he have? He’d offered his service and this menial chore was his responsibility.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “I found the most amazing swimsuit in Laura’s closet. You’re gonna cream your pants when you see me in it..” Emma burst, as Paul used his hand to cover Emma’s loudmouth.
     
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    “I said not so loud.” Paul quietly commanded to Emma, as she nodded obediently. Removing his hand from her mouth, he still wanted to make sure she got the message. So, Paul added, “Do you want your mom or dad hearing you say something like that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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