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~BBW, Feederism, Mild Lesbianism ~MWG - A troubled girl is taken in by a restaurant owner who awakens a dormant feederism in her.
[Author's note: Bear with this one, I'm hoping to develop the characters here in these first chapters. I will then flesh out the stories, and of course some of the characters. This is a female weight gain story, with some mild lesbian content.]
Chapter One -The girl in the window
The shadows were growing longer as the day drew on. The watery winter sun touched only the far side of the street, highlighting the flaking paint on the old Victorian terraces and glinting in numerous panes of glass in their windows. It was early winter and the chill air was already causing condensation to form on the glass.
The view was a familiar one for Diana as she looked out on to the world beyond the window. She had owned ‘Bijou’ for ten years now and she still felt enormously proud of her little restaurant. She gazed on in a quiet moment of reflection between services. Her small break over, she sighed, turned and returned to the kitchen.
Diana was the owner and the sole chef for Bijou, a small French style restaurant specialising in high quality, but classic cuisine. She had perfected a menu that she could manage to create reliably on her own. She was intensely proud of the food she created, and loved the flavours produced by her skill of marrying all the right ingredients in the perfect proportions.
Diana had lived in France for several years with her father, a master chef, and it was there that she had learned her craft. Her father was dead now, and those days but fond memories. His memory now lives on in Diana, and her skills a testament to his love of good food.
Her passion and love of food, like her father’s before her, had helped to shape Diana. She was a healthy looking and rather plump woman. She was tall, about 5ft 8in. She weighed around 300lbs, her eyes were the deepest blue and her hair was flaxen. She had a mellow appearance with subtle laughter lines. In fact, Diana was a very attractive woman. She was 43 but had remained single by choice. Food and eating were her one and only loves, and she was totally satisfied.
Although Diana ran the restaurant, it was not possible for her to cook and manage the front of house as well – she recognised her limitations. The front of house responsibility fell to her one loyal employee, a waitress called Maggie. Unlike Diana, Maggie was short and thin. She stood just 5ft tall, had a tiny waist, and wide hips. Warm brown eyes set off a Mediterranean olive complexion. She had dark flowing hair that was trimmed in to a pony tail by a smart black scrunchy.
Maggie was a highly organised and efficient manager. She controlled all of the bookings and table arrangements, greeted and served the clientele. Between Diana and Maggie, the restaurant was run like clockwork, and was very popular and increasingly successful.
On this particular Wednesday afternoon in early December, Maggie had to leave early for an appointment at the doctor’s surgery. She was 4 months pregnant. Diana surveyed the dining room and observed the remaining guests. There was one couple, and a young girl. The couple caught Diana’s attention and motioned for the bill.
Diana picked up the service ticket and rang up the bill. She tore the receipt from the till and placed it in the leather binder together with a Bijou business card. She walked over to the couple and glanced over to the young girl in the corner of the dining room by the window. She observed 3 empty dessert plates and a half drunk latte on the table. Diana smiled at the couple and presented them with the bill.
The couple paid and left a generous tip. Diana helped them on with their outerwear and bid them farewell. She returned to their table and cleared the remaining dishes to the kitchen. When she returned to the dining room, she noticed that the main street door was ajar and a chilly draught was blowing through the gap. She closed the door and looked to the corner where the young girl’s table sat. There were the 3 empty dessert plates and an empty latte. The young girl had gone. There was also no money on the table.
Diana was not angry, but upset. She thought it was sad that somebody would take the food she had lovingly created, and not think that it was worth paying for. Not for the money so much as for the recognition of her skills and love for her creations. She shrugged to herself and cleared the table. It was 3:00pm now, and the lunchtime sittings were over. She needed to close up for a few hours to clean up and prepare for the evening sittings. Maggie would return in a few hours to begin the service at 6:30pm.
Diana made her preparations, and at just after 4:30pm, she was ready to close up and drop in to her flat to freshen up. She checked the kitchen and turned off the appliances. Then she made a routine check of the bathrooms for cleanliness. She was just checking the ladies room, when a sound caught her attention. She followed the sound to a closed cubicle. She knocked on the door and politely said, “Are you alright in there? I’m sorry, but I’m just closing the restaurant.”
There was a silence, followed by the sound of the bolt being withdrawn. The door swung open slowly. Diana felt suddenly uneasy. The door swung aside and revealed a young girl; it was the young girl from the window table. She had been crying. She looked awkwardly up at Diana and fiddled with her hands behind her back.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice was broken and choked.
Diana immediately felt pity on this young girl. She spoke gently and asked, “What’s the matter, what’s wrong? Can I do anything to help?”
She motioned the girl out of the cubicle. “Come on, I’ll make you a coffee, and you tell me what has upset you – ok?”
The girl nodded and a slight smile played briefly on her lips. Together, they left the toilets and went back in to the main dining room. Diana sat the girl at the bar and went around to the coffee machine. She prepared a large latte, pushed it toward the girl and put her hand on the girl’s.
Diana enquired as tactfully as possible.
“So come now, what has upset you so much? You can tell me, I will not be judgemental.”
The girl wiped her eye and finally spoke.
“I’m just a failure, I can’t do anything right,” she sipped the coffee. “Please forgive me, I shouldn’t have done it, I don’t have any money and I shouldn’t have ordered all those desserts.”
She looked into Diana’s eyes. Diana could see what looked like genuine despair.
Who is this girl and what has happened to her to be so full of woe, she thought to herself.
“What’s your name?” Diana asked softly.
“Kelly… Kelly Roberts.” The girl smiled and added, “I promise to pay you somehow, really, I do promise.”
“Never mind about the money, I’m more concerned about why you were crying, and why you think you’re a failure?” Diana pushed the coffee cup closer to Kelly.
“Go on, drink it up. Don’t worry about paying me back, just let me help you. Where do you live? Can I call anyone?”
Kelly began to cry. Hot tears left marks on her cheeks. Diana’s heart melted, she hated seeing anyone upset. She came around the end of the bar and placed her arm around Kelly’s shoulder; she pulled her close and stroked her head with the tenderness of a mother. “Come on, don’t cry, here’s a tissue. Dry your eyes. Nothing is worth getting yourself so upset.”
Diana handed Kelly a tissue and looked in to her eyes. “That’s better, now tell me what the problem is, I might be able to help, in fact I want to help.”
Kelly drank from the cup and relaxed slightly. “I don’t know where my mother is. My father left when I was little. As far as I know, I don’t have any brothers or sisters.”
Her eyes began welling up again. “I have lived on my own since my mother left. I couldn’t pay the rent so I got kicked out of our flat. Now I live in a hostel full of leering old men.”
Tears spilt once more down her cheeks. “They do things to themselves, dirty things, and they watch me. They scare me… I want my mother, but she’s gone.”
Diana was shocked at what she was hearing, but was compelled to ask Kelly to continue. Kelly took a big gulp of coffee and dried the tears with the tissue.
“She left home to go to work, and she never came back. I waited and waited, but she never came. I met the bus for weeks, but she was gone. It’s been about 5 years now. I don’t know what I did. I just want her back. I used to be so happy. She was like you, so kind, so pretty and she used to spoil me with treats. She was a great cook, and she always made me happy, especially when she cooked for me. I was her princess.”
She looked off in to the distance and looked glassy eyed.
“That’s why I came in here and had all those desserts and cakes. I wanted to feel full like mum used to make me feel. I wanted to feel safe again. Mum would always come in to my room, tuck me in and bring me a couple of cakes. Even when I was too tired, she would open my mouth for me and help me with her fork. She told me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world, and she would hug me, and rub and tickle my tummy.”
Diane looked confused, and dared to ask, “Was that normal then? I mean, did she do that often?”
“Yes, most nights for as long as I can remember at least.” Kelly replied.
Diane looked at the girl in front of her and thought, ‘She doesn’t look like a girl that ate cakes every night for years on end?’
“So your mum, what sort of woman was she? What did she do for a living, and did you go to the police when she went missing?” Diane was now mystified, and wanted to find out as much as she could. Maybe she could trace Kelly’s mother? She had to try and find out more. She also found that involuntary images of a woman being fed cakes in bed kept popping up in her mind.
Kelly sighed and began to recount the story of her mother’s last few days, where she worked, what the police had done, and how they gave up eventually. How the money had run out and then when she was evicted from the flat. How she had lost so much weight and had to buy clothes from a charity shop that fit, and how she came to be in Diana’s restaurant on this day.
Diana then found herself asking, “Kelly? What was your mum like? You say she was like me. Do I take it that she was she quite a big woman?"
“Mum was really a lot like you, she was so kind and caring, and if you don’t mind me saying, like you, she was quite large yes. Mind you, I was large too when I was happy – so long ago now it seems.” She broke down again and cried. Diana squeezed her shoulders and hugged her.
Diana felt responsible; she collected her thoughts, slapped the counter and took control, “Right Kelly, you must stay with me. I will not let you go back to that hostel. I will not let you down. Would you like that? Living with me I mean?”
Kelly remained quiet for a short while, she seemed to be taking in what Diana had just said, making comparisons between her life now, and how it had been. She was anxious; this offer seemed to be genuine enough. She didn’t know Diana at all, and now she was considering living under her roof. The thought of going back to the hostel was enough to make her run to Diana with open arms. She broke her silence. “I can’t, it’s a really nice offer, but it wouldn’t be right, I mean, you’re not my mum.”
Diana was not dissuaded, “I know I’m not your mum, but I’m just offering you a lifeline when I think you need it. It wouldn’t be charity either. I’ve got my chief waitress going off on maternity leave shortly, so I’ll need someone to fill in. I will pay you properly, and you will pay me rent for your room. I will provide your meals and what’s left would be yours.”
Diana fell silent and looked intensely into Kelly’s eyes. Kelly’s face relaxed. The tightness around her eyes disappeared. “Work for you… you’ll pay me. I don’t understand why you are doing this, but, OK, I will. Thank you so much.”
She smiled sweetly and gripped Diana’s hand.
[Author's note: Bear with this one, I'm hoping to develop the characters here in these first chapters. I will then flesh out the stories, and of course some of the characters. This is a female weight gain story, with some mild lesbian content.]
The Girl in the Green Apron
by Caloriequest
by Caloriequest
Chapter One -The girl in the window
The shadows were growing longer as the day drew on. The watery winter sun touched only the far side of the street, highlighting the flaking paint on the old Victorian terraces and glinting in numerous panes of glass in their windows. It was early winter and the chill air was already causing condensation to form on the glass.
The view was a familiar one for Diana as she looked out on to the world beyond the window. She had owned ‘Bijou’ for ten years now and she still felt enormously proud of her little restaurant. She gazed on in a quiet moment of reflection between services. Her small break over, she sighed, turned and returned to the kitchen.
Diana was the owner and the sole chef for Bijou, a small French style restaurant specialising in high quality, but classic cuisine. She had perfected a menu that she could manage to create reliably on her own. She was intensely proud of the food she created, and loved the flavours produced by her skill of marrying all the right ingredients in the perfect proportions.
Diana had lived in France for several years with her father, a master chef, and it was there that she had learned her craft. Her father was dead now, and those days but fond memories. His memory now lives on in Diana, and her skills a testament to his love of good food.
Her passion and love of food, like her father’s before her, had helped to shape Diana. She was a healthy looking and rather plump woman. She was tall, about 5ft 8in. She weighed around 300lbs, her eyes were the deepest blue and her hair was flaxen. She had a mellow appearance with subtle laughter lines. In fact, Diana was a very attractive woman. She was 43 but had remained single by choice. Food and eating were her one and only loves, and she was totally satisfied.
Although Diana ran the restaurant, it was not possible for her to cook and manage the front of house as well – she recognised her limitations. The front of house responsibility fell to her one loyal employee, a waitress called Maggie. Unlike Diana, Maggie was short and thin. She stood just 5ft tall, had a tiny waist, and wide hips. Warm brown eyes set off a Mediterranean olive complexion. She had dark flowing hair that was trimmed in to a pony tail by a smart black scrunchy.
Maggie was a highly organised and efficient manager. She controlled all of the bookings and table arrangements, greeted and served the clientele. Between Diana and Maggie, the restaurant was run like clockwork, and was very popular and increasingly successful.
On this particular Wednesday afternoon in early December, Maggie had to leave early for an appointment at the doctor’s surgery. She was 4 months pregnant. Diana surveyed the dining room and observed the remaining guests. There was one couple, and a young girl. The couple caught Diana’s attention and motioned for the bill.
Diana picked up the service ticket and rang up the bill. She tore the receipt from the till and placed it in the leather binder together with a Bijou business card. She walked over to the couple and glanced over to the young girl in the corner of the dining room by the window. She observed 3 empty dessert plates and a half drunk latte on the table. Diana smiled at the couple and presented them with the bill.
The couple paid and left a generous tip. Diana helped them on with their outerwear and bid them farewell. She returned to their table and cleared the remaining dishes to the kitchen. When she returned to the dining room, she noticed that the main street door was ajar and a chilly draught was blowing through the gap. She closed the door and looked to the corner where the young girl’s table sat. There were the 3 empty dessert plates and an empty latte. The young girl had gone. There was also no money on the table.
Diana was not angry, but upset. She thought it was sad that somebody would take the food she had lovingly created, and not think that it was worth paying for. Not for the money so much as for the recognition of her skills and love for her creations. She shrugged to herself and cleared the table. It was 3:00pm now, and the lunchtime sittings were over. She needed to close up for a few hours to clean up and prepare for the evening sittings. Maggie would return in a few hours to begin the service at 6:30pm.
Diana made her preparations, and at just after 4:30pm, she was ready to close up and drop in to her flat to freshen up. She checked the kitchen and turned off the appliances. Then she made a routine check of the bathrooms for cleanliness. She was just checking the ladies room, when a sound caught her attention. She followed the sound to a closed cubicle. She knocked on the door and politely said, “Are you alright in there? I’m sorry, but I’m just closing the restaurant.”
There was a silence, followed by the sound of the bolt being withdrawn. The door swung open slowly. Diana felt suddenly uneasy. The door swung aside and revealed a young girl; it was the young girl from the window table. She had been crying. She looked awkwardly up at Diana and fiddled with her hands behind her back.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice was broken and choked.
Diana immediately felt pity on this young girl. She spoke gently and asked, “What’s the matter, what’s wrong? Can I do anything to help?”
She motioned the girl out of the cubicle. “Come on, I’ll make you a coffee, and you tell me what has upset you – ok?”
The girl nodded and a slight smile played briefly on her lips. Together, they left the toilets and went back in to the main dining room. Diana sat the girl at the bar and went around to the coffee machine. She prepared a large latte, pushed it toward the girl and put her hand on the girl’s.
Diana enquired as tactfully as possible.
“So come now, what has upset you so much? You can tell me, I will not be judgemental.”
The girl wiped her eye and finally spoke.
“I’m just a failure, I can’t do anything right,” she sipped the coffee. “Please forgive me, I shouldn’t have done it, I don’t have any money and I shouldn’t have ordered all those desserts.”
She looked into Diana’s eyes. Diana could see what looked like genuine despair.
Who is this girl and what has happened to her to be so full of woe, she thought to herself.
“What’s your name?” Diana asked softly.
“Kelly… Kelly Roberts.” The girl smiled and added, “I promise to pay you somehow, really, I do promise.”
“Never mind about the money, I’m more concerned about why you were crying, and why you think you’re a failure?” Diana pushed the coffee cup closer to Kelly.
“Go on, drink it up. Don’t worry about paying me back, just let me help you. Where do you live? Can I call anyone?”
Kelly began to cry. Hot tears left marks on her cheeks. Diana’s heart melted, she hated seeing anyone upset. She came around the end of the bar and placed her arm around Kelly’s shoulder; she pulled her close and stroked her head with the tenderness of a mother. “Come on, don’t cry, here’s a tissue. Dry your eyes. Nothing is worth getting yourself so upset.”
Diana handed Kelly a tissue and looked in to her eyes. “That’s better, now tell me what the problem is, I might be able to help, in fact I want to help.”
Kelly drank from the cup and relaxed slightly. “I don’t know where my mother is. My father left when I was little. As far as I know, I don’t have any brothers or sisters.”
Her eyes began welling up again. “I have lived on my own since my mother left. I couldn’t pay the rent so I got kicked out of our flat. Now I live in a hostel full of leering old men.”
Tears spilt once more down her cheeks. “They do things to themselves, dirty things, and they watch me. They scare me… I want my mother, but she’s gone.”
Diana was shocked at what she was hearing, but was compelled to ask Kelly to continue. Kelly took a big gulp of coffee and dried the tears with the tissue.
“She left home to go to work, and she never came back. I waited and waited, but she never came. I met the bus for weeks, but she was gone. It’s been about 5 years now. I don’t know what I did. I just want her back. I used to be so happy. She was like you, so kind, so pretty and she used to spoil me with treats. She was a great cook, and she always made me happy, especially when she cooked for me. I was her princess.”
She looked off in to the distance and looked glassy eyed.
“That’s why I came in here and had all those desserts and cakes. I wanted to feel full like mum used to make me feel. I wanted to feel safe again. Mum would always come in to my room, tuck me in and bring me a couple of cakes. Even when I was too tired, she would open my mouth for me and help me with her fork. She told me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world, and she would hug me, and rub and tickle my tummy.”
Diane looked confused, and dared to ask, “Was that normal then? I mean, did she do that often?”
“Yes, most nights for as long as I can remember at least.” Kelly replied.
Diane looked at the girl in front of her and thought, ‘She doesn’t look like a girl that ate cakes every night for years on end?’
“So your mum, what sort of woman was she? What did she do for a living, and did you go to the police when she went missing?” Diane was now mystified, and wanted to find out as much as she could. Maybe she could trace Kelly’s mother? She had to try and find out more. She also found that involuntary images of a woman being fed cakes in bed kept popping up in her mind.
Kelly sighed and began to recount the story of her mother’s last few days, where she worked, what the police had done, and how they gave up eventually. How the money had run out and then when she was evicted from the flat. How she had lost so much weight and had to buy clothes from a charity shop that fit, and how she came to be in Diana’s restaurant on this day.
Diana then found herself asking, “Kelly? What was your mum like? You say she was like me. Do I take it that she was she quite a big woman?"
“Mum was really a lot like you, she was so kind and caring, and if you don’t mind me saying, like you, she was quite large yes. Mind you, I was large too when I was happy – so long ago now it seems.” She broke down again and cried. Diana squeezed her shoulders and hugged her.
Diana felt responsible; she collected her thoughts, slapped the counter and took control, “Right Kelly, you must stay with me. I will not let you go back to that hostel. I will not let you down. Would you like that? Living with me I mean?”
Kelly remained quiet for a short while, she seemed to be taking in what Diana had just said, making comparisons between her life now, and how it had been. She was anxious; this offer seemed to be genuine enough. She didn’t know Diana at all, and now she was considering living under her roof. The thought of going back to the hostel was enough to make her run to Diana with open arms. She broke her silence. “I can’t, it’s a really nice offer, but it wouldn’t be right, I mean, you’re not my mum.”
Diana was not dissuaded, “I know I’m not your mum, but I’m just offering you a lifeline when I think you need it. It wouldn’t be charity either. I’ve got my chief waitress going off on maternity leave shortly, so I’ll need someone to fill in. I will pay you properly, and you will pay me rent for your room. I will provide your meals and what’s left would be yours.”
Diana fell silent and looked intensely into Kelly’s eyes. Kelly’s face relaxed. The tightness around her eyes disappeared. “Work for you… you’ll pay me. I don’t understand why you are doing this, but, OK, I will. Thank you so much.”
She smiled sweetly and gripped Diana’s hand.
