chapter 5

Greg was struggling not to cum, but the insanity of the situation made that very difficult. Ms. O'Neil, big, fat, obese, gigantic, gargantuan, enormous, Ms. O-mothafuckin'-Neil, had his dick in her mouth. Greg thought Vannessa sucked dick well, but she didn't have shit on Ms. O'Neil. Feeling those huge tits against his legs made him fucking lose it...

"Oh! Oh..." Greg gasped.

Ms. O'Neil's eyes said it all as she gulped down Greg's load. Even though she had Greg's dick in her mouth, he could tell she was smiling. As she pulled his dick from her mouth, she chuckled and stood back up, plopping herself back on the couch.

"Well, well, well!" Kelsey chuckled.

"I'm sorry..." Greg stammered.

"It's OK, honey! I bet you never had your dick sucked like that before, huh?"

"Ha, no..."

"Mmm I'm still super hungry... Will you go get me the ice cream from my freezer? I got like five tubs in there, grab whichever one you want. Get a spoon, too."

"Sure, Kelsey."

Greg got up and went to the fridge, noticing a series of pictures at Kelsey at different ages and weights on the front door, pinned there with a magnet.

"AGE 15, 280 LBS."

"AGE 21, 450 LBS."

"AGE 27, 600 LBS."

In the most recent photo, Kelsey was beaming with joy, her hand patting her big belly like a pregnant woman. Greg smiled as he opened up the freezer and brought Kelsey back her ice cream.

"Good boy! Oh I'm so hungry... Feed me, Greg, feed me!"

Greg fed Kelsey the entire container of ice cream, his dick once again hard as diamonds as he shoveled chocolate ice cream into Ms. O'Neil's greedy mouth.

"Mmmm... Oh my God, it's been so long since I've had a real feeder, I forgot how much fun it was... Rub my tummy, Greg, please?"

"How about some more food? You got any more room in here? Huh?" Greg asked, jiggling Kelsey's belly.

"Hahaha, well... I'm sure I could make some more room! If we smoked some more..."

"Say no more!"

Greg rolled up another joint and killed the rest of his beer. Kelsey grabbed him and her another beer each, making them each five deep. Greg wasn't nearly as much of a drinker as he was a stoner, so he was feeling pretty buzzed and loosened up by the time he cracked brew number five.

"So do you have a goal weight in mind or...?" Greg asked before taking a hit.

"Well, right now I'm going for 700 pounds. I eat a LOT, obviously, haha. But I haven't had a real feeder in a little while, so I haven't felt as motivated to really push myself to put on weight. It's like, if there's no one to encourage me, what's the point? I mean, don't get me wrong, I LOVE being fat, and I wanna get fatter, but... I like having a man that appreciates me." Kelsey replied.

"You think you'll still be able to walk and everything at that size?"

"Well, I haven't had much trouble so far. I mean, I do everything I need to do pretty easily. I hate moving, but I've always hated moving. Although, I must admit... The idea of being immobile is very exciting to me..."

"Really?!"

"Oh yes. Being so fucking big and fat I can't even leave my bed, having to rely on my feeder to bring me all the food I could ever want... It's super, super, hot..."

"I get that. I definitely think it would be super hot. But like... To have to live like that?"

"It'd be a major adjustment, sure. But in the right circumstances, for the right man... I'd definitely consider it."

"I had to kinda push Vannessa to gain for me. She's agreed to do 30 pounds as a sort of early goal, then she'll see how she likes it. I think she's mostly doing it because she's afraid I'll leave her otherwise."

"She doesn't get real sexual pleasure from it?"

"Well... I don't know... I mean she obviously fucking loves food, and feeding someone is a very intimate activity to begin with, so she probably gets something out of that. But I don't know, I think I get more out of it than she does."

"I see. You wanna do a shotgun?"

"Sure!"

Kelsey took a huge hit and breathed it directly into Greg's mouth. Greg exhaled, and started kissing Kelsey again. In the interest of finishing the joint, they cut it short this time. After a few puffs, Greg was really starting to feel fucked up...

"You know, I keep waiting to wake up..." Greg said.

"What do you mean, honey?" Kelsey replied.

"It's just... This doesn't feel real, y'know?"

"Oh my God, you're so fuckin' cute!"

"That was kinda douchey, wasn't it?"

"Don't worry about it, honey. Bring me some Oreos, will you sweetie? They're in the top right drawer, by the sink."

"Sure."

"That's a good boy..."

Greg smiled as he opened the drawer and saw the "MEGA STUFFED" logo on the Oreos package. There were two packs in the drawer, and after a moment's hesitation, Greg decided to take both of them.

Kelsey's eyes lit up at the sight of the two packages of Oreos, and she quickly stamped out the joint after taking one last hit.

"I bet you can polish off both of these..." Greg said, setting the cookies down and opening the package.

"I'll do my best... For you..." Kelsey replied.

Greg fed Kelsey each cookie, one after the other, massaging her big belly as he stuffed her. Kelsey had missed this, having a man to appreciate her body, worshipping it, showering her in affection and praise, encouraging her to keep eating, even when her body screamed for her to stop.

"That's it... That's a girl... Keep filing this tummy..." Greg said, stuffing Kelsey's face with cookies.

"I think... ULP! I think I'm gonna start doing shakes again..." Kelsey said between bites.

"Like, weight gain shakes?"

Kelsey nodded. "At my size, I have to eat a LOT just to maintain my current weight. I have to eat even more to get bigger. So the shakes help. I used to drink three a day, four thousand calories each. One with each major meal of the day."

"Why'd you stop?"

Kelsey shrugged. "Gaining isn't as fun when you don't have someone there cheering you on. Like I said before, having a feeder makes it much more rewarding. It's like, I'm doing it for me, sure, but it really turns me on knowing I'm making someone else happy with it too."

"I wish I could be your feeder..."

"Well? What's stopping you, honey? Vannessa?"

"Well... Yeah. But like, c'mon, Kelsey. You're my fucking teacher. Someone's gonna find out..."

"Do you know Tim McCready?"

"He graduated last year, right? Went to Princeton?"

"Yep. He was my feeder for his entire senior year."

"Get the fuck out..."

Kelsey nodded as Greg popped another Oreo into her mouth. She picked up her smart phone and showed Greg pictures of the two together. Nothing in the pictures was incriminating or sexual in nature, but they definitely suggested that she and Tim had something going on...

"If you told the average teacher at Westwood high that Tim McCready was not only sleeping with me, but also feeding me, purposely making me fatter, what would they say?"

"That I'm fucking crazy..."

"Yes! Hahahaha."

"I didn't even know Tim was into fat girls..."

"Oh he was a closet case and a half one, that one. Always super paranoid about being spotted with me. Even though we barely left my fucking apartment. I was kinda glad when he moved away to Princeton, gave me an excuse to break it off."

"So... I'm not the first student you've..."

"No, honey. I've never been questioned, never heard any rumors, never had anyone ever suspect a thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm not jealous, you can have Vannessa too. You could have the best of both worlds..."

"God, being your feeder... Would be so fucking cool..."

"It would be a lot of fun, wouldn't it? You could feed me, and fuck me, and feed me, and fuck me, and rest your head on my nice, big, belly, and slowly drift off to sleep..."

"Ugh, but... Vannessa..."

"If you play it right, she won't suspect a thing. She's a senior, isn't she?"

"Yeah."

"So she's going off to college in less than a year anyway..."

"We could try the long distance thing..."

"Ha! Oh, honey. Everyone says that, but believe me... It rarely ever works out."

"Maybe you're right. Whatever, I'll figure it out later, just eat..."

"Yes sir!"

URRRPP!

HICCUP!

URRRRPP!

"C'mon, just a few more Oreos..."

"Oh honey, I'm so full..."

"C'mon... For me... Just finish off this pack and I'll rub your tummy."

Kelsey sighed. "OK, just for you."

"That's a good girl."

Kelsey was breathing heavily as she struggled to chew up and gulp down the six remaining cookies, her pace slowing as her nausea grew more intense.

"C'mon, Kelsey! You can do this..." Greg encouraged her.

"Ugh... Fuck!" Kelsey grunted.

"One more... There we go..."

Greg popped the last cookie into Kelsey's mouth and she chewed it up slowly, the pain evident in her eyes as she begrudgingly swallowed the last Oreo. Greg rubbed her belly slowly and lit up a roach, bringing it to Kelsey's lips for some relief. He kissed her, and rolled up another joint.

"I am so proud of you, Kelsey."

"Ugh, fuck... I need more pot, Greg, holy shit... I'm so full! Fuck..."

"I know, I know... My poor piggy's got a sore tummy..."

"I've got a bottle of Pepto in my bathroom medicine cabinet, can you get it for me? I'm too fucking fat to move right now, I'll throw up."

"Sure!"

"Thank you so much, honey."

Greg gave Kelsey a kiss. "Anything for my new feedee."