chapter 2

Jasmine really wanted to impress Scott on her first week. She remembered everything she had read online about gaining and set about eating with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. She ate six meals a day and began experimenting with gainer shakes. She would snack all day long and indulged every craving she had ever had. She imagined that she could feel the fat forming on her stomach as he overate, spreading around her hips. She imagined her ass swelling and pushing at the seams of her pants, annihilating her underwear.

'3lbs' nodded Scott the following week. 'I've seen worse for a fist week'.

It had been a much simpler greeting this week, no impromptu sex as she entered Scott's apartment. Now things were professional. A formal feeder-feedee relationship. Still, she had been made to strip down and prepare herself for the weigh-in.

Jasmine couldn't see much difference but she felt sluggish from a week of overeating. 'Get dressed,' ordered Scott. 'We've got work to do today'.

Twenty minutes later, they were heading back to Jasmine's new place. She hadn't expected Scott to come back with her and the place looked a bit of a mess, the majority of his boxes still unpacked. Scott tutted as he looked at the place.

'Where are the boxes of your clothes?' he asked impatiently.

Scott had spent an hour sifting through Jasmine's things, creating two piles. 'Right,' he began, standing up. 'These here are clothes I will let you keep for now. But these things are going,' he said, pointing to the much larger pile.

'All of them?' asked Jasmine, shocked. 'But there are some really nice things in there!' she complained.

'Nice things?' questioned Jasmine, picking up a shirt. 'Do you see any space in this for a fat belly, when it arrives?'

'Well, it'll do me at least another 30lbs,' reasoned Jasmine.

Scott just shook his head. 'No, that's not how I work. My fat girls grow in to their clothes, not out of them. Loose clothes are how we fatten you.'

Jasmine huffed. She always imagined popping the buttons on her clothes and squeezing her expanding ass in to something without any room to spare. Now Scott was denying her of that. 'Do you want to question my methods?' demanded Scott, suddenly cross. Jasmine simply shook her head. It looked like she was doomed to spend the next 200lbs growing in sweatpants and loose fitting t shirts.

The excitement of having a feeder, however harsh, didn't fade and Jasmine found herself turned on all the while as she overfed herself day-in, day-out. She wished she could speak to other gainers and post pictures of herself to get encouragement, but she knew that was against her contract. Scott reserved all rights to show off her weight gain. She began to follow fat men and women around the supermarket. As Scott had told her, if she wanted to be a fat girl, she needed to eat like one.

Jasmine found she was suddenly able to pinch a little fat around her waist. Her smooth little belly button seemed to have a small cushion of fat underneath it and her stomach seemed to stretch wider as a small padding of fat spread on to her hips. The skinny ass that her ex-boyfriend had loved so much looked swollen and rounded. Scott provided her with clothes his previous gainers had outgrown, and whilst it was hot to imagine how these girls before her had fattened themselves out of them, looking at herself in the mirror, Jasmine couldn't see any of her weight gain whilst wearing them. They were simply too big. As such, she found she spent much of her time completely naked, overindulging herself whilst looking in the mirror at the effect she was having on her body.

It was true what Scott said, the more she ate each day, the more she could eat the next. Girls weren't always naturally fat, but they could always be trained to be greedier. By the end of the third month, she could see a very distinctive small jiggle of fat in her stomach and her ass felt softer and rounder than she imagined it would be at this size. But, in the overly large clothes, the curve of her new stomach was lost under the mass of material. She appeared unchanged.

Jasmine felt frustrated. She wanted to impress Scott by developing a belly that would make his eyes pop as soon as he opened the door. She wanted to turn Scott on and make him want to *** again, like he had that first time. And so, leaving a little early one Saturday morning, she popped in for the biggest breakfast she could find in the city. She knew it was against Scott's rules to eat before a weigh in, but Jasmine knew she wanted her belly rounder and heavier for her weigh in.

'Wow, 7lbs this week!' marvelled Scott. 'Impressive. That's the best yet,' he approved, writing it down in his note book. Jasmine grinned, pleased with herself and the huge smile she had put on Scott's face. Scott even looked friendly with a smile. Afterwards, Scott took her out for breakfast to celebrate, offering tips the entire time on what she should and shouldn't be eating. They stayed out for an entire hour. It was the first time Scott hadn't felt like just an overbearing feeder. It felt so good, that Jasmine found herself doing the same thing next week; gorging herself before the weigh in. The she realised that he couldn't catch up with herself. If she didn't eat before her next weigh in, she'd never make her 1lb target now Scott thought she was so much heavier than she actually was. Jasmine was spiralling into a web of lies.

Jasmine was startled by knocking on her door one Saturday morning. It was 6am. Who on Earth would be here at 6am on a Saturday? She dragged herself upright, her small belly starting to roll as she sat up. Then she threw on a dressing gown and went to her door. She quickly checked the spy hole. It was Scott.

'Hi Scott,' Jasmine cheered, trying to sound pleased as she opened the door, but her heart sank when she saw what Scott was carrying: his scales.

'Get on these,' ordered Scott, no humour in his voice at all and no patience to be questioned.

'Do you want some coffee?' Jasmine stalled for time.

'On here. Now,' insisted Scott, pointing his finger.
Jasmine huffed, dropped her dressing gown and underwear, then stepped on.

'145lbs,' Scott sighed, shaking his head. 'I knew it. This says you're down 4lbs from last week. Do you think I can't tell when a girl is bloated? Do you think I can't smell the bacon on her breath?'

Jasmine dropped her head, feeling like she was back in school, getting a telling off from her principal.

'You failed' Scott said simply. 'You've lost one of your lives and there will be a consequence', he went on sternly. Jasmine remembered their contract. She had three chances on her journey to 300lbs and after that, she was cut off. No more feeder.

'Be at my place by 10am and do not eat before you come,' he shouted, before leaving the apartment, already making a phone call. Jasmine was sat there on her sofa, unsure what would happen. What sort of consequence would there be?