chapter 3

When Jasmine arrived at Scott's apartment four hours later, Scott's face was full of smiles. Jasmine felt relieved. Maybe it would be ok after all. 'Come through, I've got something I want to show you,' he grinned enthusiastically. Once Jasmine stepped through to the other room, she saw a mountain of snacks out of their packaging and could feel the heat coming from the oven and hear the din from the microwave. Scott was making her a feast. 'Sit down there,' Scott ordered patting Jasmine's swelling backside in a friendly manner, giving it a gentle rub as if appreciating its new size. Jasmine sat herself down comfortably in the chair. She was about to be fed and there was no way she was embarrassing herself this time.

'Open wide' smiled Scott as he stuffed pastry after pastry and snack after snack into Jasmine's greedy mouth. Jasmine swallowed and ate it all with all of the energy she had left in her. Even when her stomach felt ready to explode, she continued eating, loving the adoring attention she was getting from Scott, who seemed pleased with the immense effort she was putting in to overeating. He smiled and cooed at how large her stomach was bloating and complimented her no end on what a marvellous appetite she had today.

Pretty soon, Scott was shirtless and arousing Jasmine to ensure she kept on eating and eating for him. An hour later, Jasmine felt like she could barely move. She had really overdone it this time.

'And that's it!' smiled Scott. 'You're all done!'

'Thank you,' puffed Jasmine, trying to breathe and feeling sleepy. It was a feeding better than she had ever imagined. She felt stuffed and bloated and horny as hell looking at the gorgeous man who was loving every second of watching her gorge herself.

Scott bent down to her, rubbing her swollen stomach, playfully. 'Now, go get dressed. We're heading out for food.'

'What?' shot Jasmine, suddenly wide awake again.

All the kindness was gone from Scott's face. 'Oh yes, we're going out for food. A buffet in fact. I've invited one of my favourite gainers. A girl who never lost a life with me so pathetically early on. You're going to sit there and eat everything I give you. And if you embarrass me in front of her by not eating every single speck of food, I'm tearing the contract up. Do you understand?'

Jasmine stared at Scott, unable to comprehend the massive task in front of her. She had been tricked. The kindness was all an act to ensure the real task was near impossible. How could she ever think that Scott would be nice to her? She grunted, heaving herself up to get dressed.

An hour later, Jasmine's stomach still hurt from her feeding. She recognised the girl Scott had invited along. An amazing 290lb fat girl she had watched blow up a couple of years ago whilst Scott was her feeder. Jasmine knew she should have been more awe inspired to see her, but the pain in her overfed stomach was massively distracting.

'So, you've signed the contract, huh?' chuckled Robyn, their guest of honour today, looking her up and down to see the damage Scott had done to her already.

'Yeah' nodded Jasmine, watching Scott peruse the buffet, collecting everything he was going to make her eat.

Robyn seemed to have a better understanding of how Jasmine was feeling at that moment than Jasmine had given her credit for. She laughed softly and said 'Don't worry. Scott's methods may seem harsh, but they work. I never would have broken out of my size 6 clothes without him. And now look at me!' she grinned, grabbing a roll of her fat and jiggling it for Jasmine's attention.

Jasmine nodded. Robyn really had been here before. At that moment, Jasmine wanted to ask her so much: what it was like to grow to her size, how best to gain the minimum weight each week, but suddenly Scott was back at the table like a dark rain cloud, placing the plate under Jasmine's nose. 'Eat' he ordered harshly.

Jasmine forced the food down her throat as Scott and Robyn chatted. Jasmine couldn't get over how friendly Scott was to Robyn when Scott had hardly ever said a kind word to her. She grumbled to herself as she watched Scott disappear again and again to collect more food for her. Whilst he was gone, Jasmine found the breath to ask Robyn why Scott hated her so much.

Robyn chuckled again. 'If you want Scott's respect. You have to earn it. Every single lb of it!'

Jasmine nodded. She could have guessed as much.

Jasmine could feel the sweat pouring off her and he could see her face looking pale as she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror opposite their table. She threw down her fork, knowing she would throw up everywhere if Scott even moved to get her any more.

'Well, this gal is alright,' nodded Robyn, looking approvingly at Jasmine. Jasmine followed her gaze and could see she was looking at the bulge of her stomach now evident below the massively oversized t shirt.

Jasmine was dropped off home that night. If anyone knocked in to her on the ride home, Jasmine was sure she would have thrown up everywhere. Her stomach hurt and she felt like she could hardly breathe. Overeating was fun and erotic, but this was beyond anything she had ever imagined. She took herself to bed, rubbing her stomach and finding it difficult to get comfortable whilst so bloated. What was she doing? This was supposed to be fun. She had imagined all the ways Scott would entice her in to eating and growing fatter and fatter; but this was just painful. She knew she had passed the consequence, but would it really be the worst thing if Scott stopped being her feeder? Nothing could be worse than this, surely?