chapter 2

Three years prior Tom had met Rachel. He was 30, a project manager at a large consulting firm. She was 24, a lingering college student working her way through school paying tuition from her full time job at the restaurant across the street from his office. He had first noticed her while out to lunch with some colleagues when she waited on them.

She had a beautiful smile and beautiful features to match. A pretty face, proportionate hour glass shape, and looked about 5'6 maybe 120 pounds soaking wet. Tom also noticed her quick wit and corniness when one of his associates playfully made a joke with her about having waited so long for service HE should be called the waiter, and without missing a beat Rachel fired right back "hey, did you hear about the fight at the seafood restaurant?"

"No..." responded Tom's co-worker, somewhat taken aback by the quick turnaround.

"Four fish were battered" Rachel continued, her beautiful smile morphing into a dorky grin and a childish giggle.

Tom's heart melted. He didn't want to hit on Rachel right there in front of his buddies from the office, but he made it a point to return to the restaurant the next day and make an effort to sit in Rachel's section. After several days in a row of this, and some increasingly lively banter back and forth he managed to ask her out on a date to which she agreed.

As their relationship hit it off, and the two grew closer they shared a lot of experiences and good times with one another. They also shared a lot of secrets about themselves, their past, their hopes for the future, and even some of the more embarrasssing stuff. Tom learned that Rachel had a kink for being mildly dominated in bed which she clumsily described as "none of that BDSM stuff in latex body suits but...you know...rough...tossed around...scolded...told what to do..." which was simple enough for Tom to oblige.

When asked to reciprocate information on his kinks Tom claimed not to really have any. When pressed he eventually made something innocuous up about really being attracted to big butts. "Ooh, don't we have an adventurous deviant here..." she had joked. Tom couldn't help but savor the irony. If he had told her the truth she might have been so shocked and repulsed by his "deviancy" she might not speak to him for a while.

Ever since an early age, Tom had been attracted to large women. It started out with liking women who were slightly overweight, maybe 150 to 180 pounds when he was in high school. His first girlfriend had started around the lower end of that range when they started dating during his junior year, and by the time they parted ways in his senior year, she had pushed firmly past the upper end of it. As his girl grew, so did his taste for fatties. Tom realized when he went off to college that he was finding himself more and more drawn to girls who were well over 200 pounds, and in some cases pushing 300+.

He was still unsure of himself however. He didn't want to appear the social pariah with his friends at school and get caught dating what they would refer to as "hambeasts" or "landwhales" while out at the bar scouring for one night stands. He dated a few girls in college, all of which were fit and in shape. It's not that he didn't find them attractive, he did, but he always broke it off with them when his natural tendencies kicked in.

Tom didn't just enjoy fat women, he enjoyed making women fatter. He wasn't sure that he was fully into "feederism" but he did know he got a kick out of enabling an otherwise in shape and in control girl to let herself go. He loved watching as they slowly softened over time, expanding beyond the limits of their tighter outfits, making embarrassed excuses for why it must be happening.

By the time he graduated, found work, and had been promoted to a decent position at his company however, Tom was starting to come to grips with himself. He desperately wanted to find a woman to settle down with, one he could see himself growing old with. One he could see growing fatter as they were together. When Rachel showed up in his life, he knew that he had found the perfect woman.