Chapter 9 - confronting the feeder

Furiously, Meg strutted about the house, waiting for Max to come home. She practised the conversation in her head over and over; imagining reducing Max to a snivelling wreck of regret. But even despite her anger, she conceded that she had been stupid. She had forced Max into loving her after all; maybe this was karma. If she had done some homework on him first, maybe she would have spotted what a weirdo Max was. 'What sort of man gets hard over a fat girl?' she asked herself, over and over. Max would simply have to go; there was no doubt about that.

The weather was bitingly cold and Max arrived home that night with two pizzas. "I didn't think we'd want to cook when we can just snuggle up in bed together tonight," he explained, handing them over to Meg and giving her chubby ass an appreciative rub where it was softest and most freshly fattened. Meg kept quiet, biding her time.

Meg noticed every single touch from Max that night. The little belly rubs, the leg pats; anywhere where her body was expanding with blubber. It was almost unbearable how stupid and na�ve she had been.

"You've never really said about your ex-girlfriends," Meg tried, whilst begrudgingly eating her pizza; determined not to eat too much of it. "What were they like?"

Max looked puzzled at the question. "Why do you want to know?" he asked.

Meg shrugged her shoulders. "Just curious I guess." Inside, her anger was rumbling like a volcano.

"Well, you're my longest relationship," Max confessed. "I was never with a girl for more than a few months."

"How come?" Meg pressed, barely keeping her cool.

"Things just stopped working out," Max mumbled, obviously holding something back.

"Because of how fat they were getting?" Meg asked bluntly, fixing Max with a harsh, stern look.

Max looked slightly taken aback. "What makes you say that?" he questioned guiltily, barely able to look Meg in the eye.

"Because look at me!" Meg blasted. "You did this to me on purpose!" she bellowed. "I thought it was just the love potion making you overly attentive, but it wasn't. You plotted this! You decided to make me fatter and you did everything you could to see it happen! I feel like a complete idiot!" she shouted in one, huge, rambling mess.

"Wait," Max paused, trying to take everything in. "Love potion?"

"From Madam Azarov," Meg huffed without a care. "She gave it to me to make you fall in love with me." She groaned aloud. "But it seems like nothing can wipe away this disgusting perversion of yours!" she grunted, outraged and making herself even more angry as she shouted.

"You gave me a love potion?" Max asked again. "From Madam Azarov?"

Meg sighed. As far as she could see, his sin was far worse than hers. She folded her arms and sat there, waiting for Max to explain himself.

"You're right," Max nodded. "I did always date chubby girls before." He looked down at the floor. "I'd pamper and overfeed them and watch them put on a few pounds. But then I would feel guilty. I'd leave them, knowing that they could lose the weight without me." He sighed, as if this was the greatest confession of his life. "But with you... I can't explain it. I've never felt like this before. I just love you so much. I know I could never bring myself to leave you. But I also know that I could never stop myself from wanting to make you fatter. This is just... who I am."

"Well, in that case," Meg announced, standing up. "I think we have nothing else to say to each other. I want you out of here by next weekend," she stated calmly, fixing Max with a hard, angry stare. And with that, she went upstairs to their room, where she remained for the rest of the night.