Chapter 10 - confessions

“So what happened between you and Kyle?” asked Dianne a few days later as Grace had accepted another meal invitation with the fascinating couple.

“I told him I didn’t want to do the gym subscription thing anymore and he flipped out,” Grace simplified.

“That’s not how he’s telling it,” Christian laughed, coming in looking at his cell phone. “Kyle’s been speaking to Helen. Apparently there was something about getting a mountain of fast food and concocting a massive lie about having been to the gym all week?”

Grace shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you could mention those things as well,” she admitted sheepishly.

“It’s not easy, is it?” Dianne asked.

“What isn’t?” Grace questioned, confused.

“Wanting to grow fatter in a world where ‘thin’ is the default setting,” Christian explained.

Grace looked at them both. She had known for a while that they had worked her out, but she hadn’t expected them to be so blunt about things.

“So how big would you like to grow?” Dianne asked, smiling broadly and turning to her excitedly. “You look like you’ve packed on at least 40lbs since we met you last spring.”

“Actually, I’m 46lbs up,” Grace stated, trying to act casual, as if she hadn’t just been called out for being the greedy fat gainer that she was.

Dianne looked up at Christian lovingly. “Aw, the first 40lbs are so much fun!” she grinned, remembering her own weight gain. “Do you remember that little black dress?” she asked Christian, who nodded enthusiastically, sharing the private memory.

“How long have you known that you want to get fat?” Christian asked, sitting down opposite her as if he were a psychiatrist, trying to get into her mind.

Grace looked around. She could hardly believe that she was about to divulge her greatest secrets. “I’ve always been fascinated by the idea,” she admitted, seeing Dianne nodding along with her, understanding. “I’ve always dated such fit, strong guys: football players – guys like that. They always needed to eat more and feed their muscle, but I always wanted to be the complete opposite. The fat that comes along with my overeating… it’s just so… enticing…” she mused, trying to pin down exactly when her brain flipped to wanting to make her so fat.

Christian and Dianne were listening intently, without any intention of jumping in and putting their own slant on things.

“I just started to imagine being with someone who would pamper and overfeed me. They’d get so aroused seeing my belly swell and jiggle and want more and more of it…” she continued, feeling incredibly aroused telling other people about this. She had to stop or else it would be too much for her to cope with.

“I understand that feeling!” Dianne sighed, grabbing a roll of her belly fat and shaking it proudly. “This man here has been incredible, feeding me up so much. Not a day goes by when I’m not at least three thousand calories over what I need!” She glanced over lovingly at Christian, who nodded, accepting the complement.

“Dianne’s having the funnel later,” Christian smiled wickedly.

“The funnel?” Grace asked, confused. “What’s that?”

Dianne and Christian looked at her in surprise. “I thought you were a gainer? How could you not know about the funnel?” Dianne asked, chuckling.

“I’ve never actually done anything about this side of myself though,” Grace explained, feeling embarrassed being so clueless about what they were talking about.

“Do you think we could show her?” Christian asked Dianne, smiling sweetly and trying to be persuasive.

Christian rolled his eyes theatrically, but the wry smile that filled his face showed his undeniable excitement. “Go on then…” he conceded.