chapter 12: growth

2 years later.

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*Creak*

Stan felt his mattress suddenly rise up, causing him to shift in bed. He was sleeping, or rather, had been sleeping, until he heard the creak from his bed. He groggily opened his eyes to see a figure leaving the bedroom. He struggled to see from the darkness, and was still half asleep. What time was it? He reached for his phone lazily and turned on the screen. Blinded by the light as he forgot to turn it down before bed, he squinted and waited for his eyes to adjust.

3:11AM it shined. Still confused, he looked to his left to see the spot, reserved only for Amber, was empty. Maybe she went to the bathroom, he thought, but he didn’t see the shine of light coming from the bathroom. Maybe she went for water, he thought next, and decided to wait for her, as he was still quite tired and was too groggy to think about moving.

5 minutes went by. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. The longer he waited for her, the more awake he started to feel. He was beginning to feel more curious as to where Amber was than feeling tired. He flipped over his blanket and stood up; wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. He walked out the bedroom and into the hallway.

The main lights downstairs weren’t on, but he could see a hint of light coming from there. He also heard the shifting and moving of what sounded like containers. He silently crept down the stairs to see what was going on. More than two thirds of the way down was a divider that he could peak around to see the rest of the downstairs of their house.

The fridge door was wide open, with Amber sitting on a chair that she moved in front of it. She was wearing nothing but a pair of panties that were far too small for her now. An assortment of food and snacks were all around her, and she was eating different things from both of her hands. He stared in awe as she quickly gulped and devoured everything she’d put into her hands.

2 years ago, Amber and Stan had gotten closer; a LOT closer. A couple months in, Amber moved in with Stan; and a year or so later they bought a house; Stan having proposed just before the move. During that time, she ate constantly. She was so comfortable around Stan, and hearing that he was a feeder opened up flood gates she never knew were closed. So much that Stan didn’t even know.

Amber was 422lbs, at least the last time she weighed. In the first year, Amber gained 117lbs, followed by another 96lbs. At first it was natural, but after researching feedism, she started getting into the fetish heavily. She ate a lot naturally, but over time, she began adding heavy cream to her meals. She drank gain shakes, and even started taking supplements that increased her already mammoth appetite.

Stan was a feeder, but not even he could have predicted how far Amber would have gone. He loved to feed her, but eventually, her hunger was beyond his ability to feed her. She ate constantly; seemingly without break. Even when she was full, she’d continue to nibble. Never had she woken up in the middle of the night to eat, or so he thought.

He watched for a couple minutes, spying as she gobbled up food here and there. Chips from the cabinet, cookies on the counter, nutella straight from the jar, she grabbed at whatever she could. What was once a skinny girl work crush was now a monster fiancee. His boxers were feeling tight.

He continued down the stairs and walked towards the kitchen when one of the floorboards creaked loudly upon his footstep. Amber’s head peaked up, and she turned around to see Stan staring.

“Uh.” She said with food still in her mouth.

“Good morning?” Stan replied.

Amber glanced over at the clock to see it was now 3:58AM, then glanced back.

“Good morning!” She breathed out after swallowing.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Stan asked.

“No, not really.” She panted. “I woke up starving, so came down for a snack” She was breathing heavily between words.

“Just a snack..?”

Amber looked around to see that she had gotten into just about everything.

“Ok, more than that” She giggled. “You seem fine with it.” She stared down at his boxers.

“Of course! But waking up in the middle of the night is new!”

She looked down and paused for a moment.

“... No it’s not.”

“It… isn’t?”

“It’s been going on for a few weeks, since I got those appetite stimulants… I’ve been taking them and-”

“Them? As in, more than one?”

“Yea, I didn’t know what to get, so I got a couple.”

“AMBER.”

“I stopped! I swear! But I’ve been eating like this ever since! I can’t help it!” She said almost laughing. “You’re the one to blame for all this anyway.”

She slapped her gut, and Stan watched as it jiggled for far longer than when it was slapped.

“I’m still hungry.” She said, changing from comical to serious in a short span of time. “Feed me.”

He moved in quickly; almost on instinct, and grabbed the first thing in site: a donut, and plopped a part of it into Amber’s mouth.

“Mmmm” she moaned, and she grabbed the box where Stan got the donuts from. She would take a bite from his donut, then take a bite from hers. They continued with this ritual for a little while, until another box of donuts became involved.

She reached down into Stan’s boxers to let his cock out, which had been throbbing the whole time. With every bite she took from Stan’s donut, she’d take one out of the box and would push his cock through. Once the very head was covered, she stared into Stan’s eyes.

“Feed me more.”

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That's the end! I ended it abruptly there as I imagine you can fill in the blanks as to what happens next. I got kind of bored with the story, so I cut it off, but still wanted it to be "finished". I might write more. I might not. Who knows!