chapter 1

"You met through feederism?"

The man was sat in an easy chair beside a fireplace. He removed his glasses and awaited her answer.

"That's right," she said.

She was lying down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

"And? ..." The man raised an eyebrow.

"Yes? ..." she said.

"He got fat?" asked the man.

She turned to look at him. Her eyes traced his body from head to toe. She smiled.

"You could say that."

She watched as his body shifted under her gaze. He fumbled a button on his blazer.

"There's no hiding it."

She looked back up the ceiling, still smiling.

"The weight."

"He did get fat."

The room fell silent. But her statements lingered. The man cleared his throat and replaced his glasses on his nose. He reached for his notepad. Beside it was a plateful of cookies. She always brought cookies. He knew he shouldn't, but he was tempted, so he picked one up.

"Self-control," she blurted, unprompted.

"He has none."

She looked at him again. Her eyes motioned toward the cookie in his hand. A twinge of guilt ran through his veins. He returned the cookie to the plate. 'How'd she do it?' he wondered to himself. Her power over him around food seemed effortless.

"No, ..." she said. "Go on."

"You like cookies."

She patted her own slim waist.

"I can tell."

She failed to hide her smirk behind her hand as she turned to look away from him. She caught a glimpse of his cheeks reddening. He looked down at his gut. She was right. It was obvious. He had gotten fat. She'd made him so. And if a beautiful woman commenting on his weight was a thing, he was into it. But he would show her. He wasn't ashamed of his size. No, certainly not. So, he picked a cookie and ate.

"Forty-eights?" she said inquisitively, pointing to his pants.

"None, ..." he said, in between chews of his cookie.

"Of your, ... " he chewed some more.

"Business."

He smiled back at her. Two could play at this game. He picked up a second cookie and ate that too. That would show her. He watched her gawp at him before she bit on her bottom lip. She was weak to it too, he could tell.

"Your bake a fine cookie," he said, as he dusted some crumbs from his lap, or what was left of it.

"Sinful too," she added, smiling at him sweetly.

He looked shocked, as if a penny had dropped.

"You mean," he looked down at his gut, "you deliberately fatten his foods?"

He looked back up at her. She was examining the nails on her right hand in forensic detail. She blew a spec of dirt from them and looked across at him.

"What do you think?"

She winked, her smile less innocent this time. If anything, it was downright devious. He looked down at his big belly then back at her. It would help explain a lot. Perhaps he had always known. The weight had all come on rather fast.

"Since when?" he asked, not really wanting to know her answer.

"Oh, I forget," she said, failing to hide her widening smile, "those details."

"It's not like he needs my help anymore."

"Tell me," she said, still smiling, "Isn't that blazer getting a little tight?"

He picked up another cookie and ignored her question. "This is my last," he said.

He unbuttoned his blazer and felt a wave of relief. She loved it when he got greedy like this, mindlessly eating, seemingly oblivious to how fat he had gotten - how far he'd let himself go. Each cookie was always the last one as far as his appetite was concerned, and she knew it. Nobody ever got that fat without abandoning all self-restraint, becoming a true glutton. She really loved nothing more than to watch him eat. He just couldn't help himself. If this was ever a thing, she knew she was into it. She decided he'd have another cookie, whether he liked it or not.