chapter 3

Despite the experimentation, despite pushing her boundaries of what she found acceptable and what was not acceptable, Jennifer was not as happy as she had been when she had been with Simon, stuffing him full of food as often as she could and watching him grow to enormous proportions. Simon had literally eaten himself to death. She realised, she was after another willing victim. Another feedee who did not mind putting on a bit of weight.

After discussing her ideas with Emma and other members of the club, she started setting up what she called a 'feeding station'. Club members could sit at her table and she would keep the food coming, encouraging them to eat until they could not eat any more.
At first, club members were wary. They liked to experiment though. At one time Jennifer had six at her table, male and female. By the time they left, they were bursting out of their tight clothing, or they had loosened it off.
Many tried her feeding station but did not come back. They didn't mind overeating once in a while. But they did not want to put on weight. They could not afford to. Their regular job might require them to fit into a uniform. They might like to keep trim and go to the gym. One of them even ran marathons for charity, but he enjoyed a binge once in a while.
Then she met Mike. He was a geologist. He often had to analyse soil and rock samples to tell developers what kind of foundations they needed to build on the land.
Mike was tall, handsome and athletic looking. She didn't think twice the first time he sat at her feeding station. She fed him and encouraged him just like all the others. He had a good appetite, she noted. Did he want some more cake?
She noticed he had unzipped his flies in his leather trousers to give him more space. He ate two slices of cake, with whipped cream. His tiny belly was tight and round. She laid a hand on it. He'd just about had enough. She rubbed his belly to make him feel more comfortable.
He moaned at her delicate knowing touch.
'Can I have some more cake?' He asked
Of course he could! She placed another slice in front of him and poured a large dollop of cream on top. Mike was clearly a very special person. He needed her attention more than the others.

By the time he left the table he could not do up his expensive leather trousers. His rounded belly was too sensitive, but he did not care what he looked like. He had never reached the levels of satisfaction that he felt now. He was so uncomfortable, but his body had produced endorphins to give him the same feeling he would get if he had ran a marathon, or had taken a mood enhancing drug. He was sleepy, yet elated! He had never ever felt this good before and he had tried everything!

Mike was the first person to sit at her feeding station a month later. He had the same leather trousers on and a cropped black fish net tee shirt. Jennifer was sure the trousers looked a bit tighter than they had been the month before. He did not look as toned. Indeed, she suspected he had a hint of a bulge over the trouser waistline.
"I've stopped going to the gym" he confessed. "It's so much hard work! And for what? It might attract the girls, but it doesn't make me feel happy. The girls don't either. But you did, last month. I want more of the same please!"
"I can give you the same, Mike" she taunted, or I can give you even more! But be warned, it can be as addictive as cocaine and you will put on weight"
"Do it! Just do it!" He pleaded "feed me!"
She gave him a large plate of food from the buffet, choosing the savoury morsels that tasted good, but carried the most fattening calories.
"Eat!" She ordered. "By the time I have finished serving my other clients, I want this plate finished! You're going to eat more tonight than you have eaten in one sitting! You are going to be a greedy pig and I am going to make you so fat that you will never be able to get those leather trousers on again!"
Her words made his heart beat faster. He did not know why he was getting turned on by this. It was just food, for goodness sake! but he started pushing so much food into his mouth that his cheeks bulged. He chewed manically.
She watched him and advised him to take a drink when he had a big mouthful of food. That way he would not have to chew so much and he could eat faster.
He only just finished his plate of food in time.
She placed a large bowl of chilli in front of him. The venue that catered this time and had provided both hot and cold food. Jennifer had tested the chilli. It was not too spicy hot, but it was hot in temperature. That was why she had ladled a bowlful out for Mike before and set it aside. Now she served it to him with a big dollop of soured cream on the top.
Mike looked up at her. He was not starting to feel full yet, but he knew he would soon. Was it not time for pudding?
"Eat!" She ordered. "Don't worry about making a mess. Shovel it in, quickly now, you don't want it to get too cold!"
Halfway through the bowl of chilli, Mike was starting to feel heavy from his first plate from the cold buffet. He pushed on, if a little slower, allowing tomato flavoured meat stains to collect around him mouth and chin.
After the chilli, Mike leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. He had a noticeable stomach bulge pushing on his trousers.
As a reward, Jennifer sat astride his legs, making sure her corseted breasts were level with his eyes. She praised him as she wiped away the food stains around his lips and on his chin. He even have a little dollop on his upper chest.
She deliberately rubbed her groin into his until he started to moan. Then she reached down and loosened his trousers. His abdomen lurched forwards, glad of the extra space. She placed one hand on his mini belly, checking there was still room inside. She gave it a little stroke as she ground into him again, deliberately leaning forwards so that all he could see was her full breasts. Then, with her free hand she grabbed a handful of hair and tanked it back. She kissed him passionately, then asked him if he was ready for his dessert.
He answered in the affirmative. She reached for a large bowl on the table behind her. It was full with a mixture of the different desserts from the buffet table. A slice of lemon meringue pie. A slice of pecan pie, a slice of strawberry cheesecake. Each slice was a generous helping in itself and Jennifer had added to the richness by adding a pool of extra thick double cream.
She took a large spoonful and pushed it into Mike's open and willing mouth.
She made him consume three large mouthfuls, them gave him a drink. As soon as the last mouthful of drink was gone, she gave him more dessert. Halfway through, he started to complain. His belly was aching. He'd eaten too much. He'd had enough.
Jennifer ignored him. She continued to push the spoon in his mouth, not allowing him to finish his sentances.
Not until the whole bowl was finished did she allow him to rest.
His head rolled back with his eyes closed in complete pleasure. He felt stuffed full!
"Go to the bar an get me a drink!" She ordered. "Feeding you is thirsty work!"
He stood up. His belly spilled forwards out of his trousers and pushed his cropped top up. His belly was on full show, tight and full. He could not help putting a hand on it. As he made his way to the bar, he knew everyone was watching him. He felt so fat! He was so humiliated, but he did not try to hide. He wanted everyone to see how much bigger he could be with a belly full of food. He imagined himself with an even bigger belly than it was now. A belly that pushed way out in front of him, offsetting his balance. The stuffed belly he had now was enough to turn heads, but he wanted them to be shocked at his greediness, appalled at his gluttony.
When he was fit and slim, he enjoyed the admiring glances he got from women and men on club night. He wore his crop tops to show off his six pack. Not only that but if he walked down the street his fit figure would be enough to turn heads in admiration of his dedication and hard work. But what if he could turn heads for the wrong reasons. He imagined his fat trying to ooze out of his work shirt. Would the same girls who admired him now be disgusted at his weight gain. The thought provoked a definite arousal inside him. Would they feel nauseous and turn away as they watched his newly fattened figure tuck into a plate of cream cakes?
When Jennifer's drink arrived, he picked it up, downed it in one and ordered another.
He had made a decision. He wanted to get back into training, but this time it would not include trips to the gym. The training he had in mind would involve lots of trips to restaurants and bakeries. He wanted to be a fat man!