chapter 3

During the weekend, Vera travelled to the city to meet her cousin. Lydia lived in the town of Cherrywood. She worked as a waitress in a diner, and was a contributing factor to her heavy frame. Her employer never cared about her weight, and Vera was pretty sure it was encouraged, just to make the establishment feel more 'genuine'. Indeed when she met up with her, she found her uniform struggling with her hips and stomach.
"Vera! I haven't seen you in ages!" She said at the end of her shift. She hugged Vera tightly, her fat making a pleasant cushion for them both. They engaged in some small talk on the way to her house. Lydia's house was quite nice, furnished with modern furniture and cute trinkets. The place put Vera at ease.
"So," Vera began, as they sat down in the living room, "I kinda got a confession to make."
Lydia looked concerned and understanding. She always was a people person.
"You see, I *kinda* get turned on by being fat. I don't know, its just one of those things you have to get off your chest."
Lydia gave Vera a cheeky grin. "So, you don't mind having a few extra pounds in your caboose, huh?"
"Well, no, not really." Vera replied, relief flooding through her, "And I don't mind a few pounds everywhere else, for that matter."
"Well, I always had a shit metabolism, but free meals from the diner and a shitty lifestyle helps." Lydia advised.
"Also, doing the occasional dirty job wouldn't hurt." She added, "Not as if in someone boning you, but moreso them stuffing you silly. I did it once. Shit was good, but I don't know if I could bother again."
Vera considered it. Settling down with a dedicated feeder didn't seem too bad, even if becoming a feedee prostitute seemed dodgy.
The rest of the night passed with laughter and plenty of food. Vera drove home happy and full.

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The next Monday started with Vera's start of the day donut and a chat with Valerie at break, then to the donut shop with her after work.
"So," Vera asked, "You ever provide any 'services' to any aspiring men?"
Valerie shook her head. "Never. Its always been a formal relationship of sorts, but they either end up with my boyfriend dumping me for being fat or for them being too clingy. I just hate that."
"I would've thought a devoted and loyal feeder would be a good thing." Vera replied.
"There's a fine line between loyal and some chinless chump who thinks I'm his only chance at sex. No, I'm more of a woman who needs a man of commitment and loyalty."
Vera looked at her food solemnly. "I wish I had a man to account for my tastes." She muttered.
Valerie put a chubby hand on her shoulder sympathetically, saying, "Don't worry. I'm sure plenty of guys would fall for a cutie like you. Try out this dating app, Loop. There's a category for feedees and feeders. I'm positive you'll find a fella for you."
Valerie showed Vera the app on her own phone. It seemed legit, and it gave Vera hope for a boyfriend.