Chapter 7

At eight o’clock, I got out of the shower and began dressing. My overeating was taking a toll on my wardrobe. The pencil skirt made me resemble an overstuffed sausage. My belly had reduced in size from earlier, but all the eating I had done even before I began interviewing my feeders had made this once form fitting skirt, more form fitting than ever before. Unfortunately, I had nothing else and no time to go and buy something. Thank goodness for the little bit of spandex in the material. I struggled with my pantyhose, pulling them firmly over my thickened belly and waist. The skirt went on next, zipping up the back and pulling the button closed with effort. The peach-colored top couldn’t camouflage my protruding bump. It was pronounced and would most definitely become more so by the end of the evening. I was surprised that I actually felt hungry after all the eating I had done this day. A slight gnawing in my stomach.

Nickolas was my finally interview and then I would make my choice. Already I had disliked Jahn finding him to have a sadistic side. I knew that Dan would be a good choice if I wanted a regimented routine and no say in the matter. I knew I would gain weight rapidly under his tutelage. But, I also suspected I would grow larger than I may want. Somehow fifty or sixty pounds would be paltry to Dan. I could see his goal weight for me in the hundreds. I stepped on the scale I had brought with me…a seven pound gain so far this week. Not surprising considering how I had stuffed myself. So, I was just about 190 pounds. Still too light for Dan’s taste. He wouldn’t give up until I was at least 600 or 700 pounds of solid fat. I had visions of being this giant ball, stuffed with food at an all-you-can-eat buffet, and Dan proudly rolling me out to the curb. Somehow erotic. I believe Dan would leave me there – that is after snapping a number of pictures of all his good work to show his friends.

Now Luke and Bryan were a different story. Both were sweet and both she was more physically attracted to. WELL, I GUESS I SHOULD GIVE NICKOLAS A CHANCE BEFORE I START DECIDING, I mused to myself.

I threw a sweater over my shoulders and grabbed my purse. The restaurant was about twelve blocks away so I decided to walk to take in the sights. I always enjoyed visiting the city especially in the evening. It wasn’t usually as crowded, electronic billboards flashed from almost every building, taxi cabs flew past with people going to plays or dinners.

I recognized Nickolas instantly. He looked just like his picture – the Greek god. He appeared as if the statue of Apollo had come alive – down to his curly hair which was pitch black, pale skin, piercing eyes, and strong, muscular shoulders. Only this Apollo’s abs was not as rock hard. His dark blue shirt showed a slight stomach bulge. Definitely a Greek god. We shook hands. Although he smiled, there was an air of seriousness surrounding him.

Nickolas showed me into the back of the nearly empty steakhouse. “I’m part owner of this establishment,” Nickolas explained. “I arranged for a table where we can have a little privacy and get to know each other better.”

He eyed me appreciatively as I brushed past him to a table next to the fireplace. It was already laid our with a bottle of wine chilling and 2 Greek salads. He sat me with my back facing the back of the oak booth where I could get a good view of the entire place. There was a hunting theme running through the place…paintings of animals, rifles crisscrossed above the fireplace, gaming trophies on the mantle.

He smoothly said he wanted to sit with his back to everything so he could concentrate on my beauty. Sappy, I know. But at the time, I was flattered by his complements.

The booth was very narrow – a tight fit. If I breathed too deeply, I was sure my belly would easily touch the table. But, this thought left my mind almost at once when Nickolas began pouring the wine signaling that the meal officially begun. Nickolas said that there were no menus – the food being standard steakhouse fare, so he ordered for both of us based on what I told him were my favorites. Tomatoes with mozzarella and fresh basil came out with fresh rolls and a chilled seafood salad.

I felt very relaxed with him. There was no pressure and I ate liberally of the rolls and appetizers as did he. Nickolas asked me what my expectations were regarding his role in my growth.

“Well, I would like to gain no more than another 45 to 50 pounds. I guess I expect my feeder to be very encouraging – not that I need much persuasion as you can see I have done job on my own. But, I think I could go farther with a feeder. I could be kept full allowing me to put on weight faster,” I replied.

“So, you want to get fat faster?” Nickolas asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Faster than I have been. My progress has been dismally slow,” I answered back.

He reached out to squeeze and probe my belly. “Yes, I see. You’re probably not eating the right foods in the correct amounts. You need fattening foods and often. Don’t stuff just to feel full,” Nickolas advised. “But to gain fat. I’ll take care of that, my dear.”

He pulled out a measuring tape from his jacket pocket, wrapping it around my ample middle. Nickolas clicked his tongue, and nodded to himself. Nickolas then signaled to the waiter who served a large platter or thick and juicy steak, pasta in a creamy carbonara sauce with bacon and onions, creamed spinach, and mashed potatoes. He served my first – large portions and then himself with much smaller portions. He cut the fat from his steak and fed it to me – one mouthful at a time. He watched closely as I cleaned my plate and he filled it up again.

He spoke of his partnership in this place and of the other owner’s enthusiasm for hunting and fly fishing, while my belly enlarged touching the table just as I predicted. I blew up with each bite of delicious food. I had reached that feeling of fullness I adored. I tried to lean back, but I was forced to sit straight and tall in my seat. My waist thickened forming a great ball cumbersome in my lap.

Every time I slowed down, he chided me ordering me to eat, placing more on my plate. “You will finish this in ten minutes or I’ll increase your portions two fold,” Nickolas said with a wicked tinge to his voice.

Thinking it a game, I took up his challenge and finished – just over ten minutes. As promised, my plate was piled high with double the servings. I was already bursting, my skirt’s button popped open long ago.

I laughed at him. “It’s been fun, but I really can’t…”

He reached across and prodded my belly. He seemed to consider a moment before saying, “You’re fairly full and you’ve blown out well. But, your sides need to swell so therefore eat and eat fast. I have things to do.”

“But…” I began. Nickolas shoved the table into my expanse causing me to choke.

“You’re not leaving until you’ve cleaned every morsel off that plate….now get going,” he commanded.