Chapter 6 - display

Grace’s excitement tripled. A real-life feeder was offering to load-up her plate full of delicious, fattening treats. “Yeah, thanks!” she nodded keenly; overenthusiastic. “I’ll have whatever Dianne is having,” she stated, knowing that she had just opened herself up to a challenge; the exact same challenge she had been fantasising about for months.

Dianne's sexy boyfriend nodded approvingly, raising an eyebrow at Dianne as if sharing something between them. Then he headed off to do his work.

“Christian is very good at picking food from buffets,” Dianne explained as they were momentarily left alone. “He’ll get you a decent plateful,” she smiled, almost knowingly.

“I hope so,” Grace laughed, putting her hand onto her stomach. “I’ve been really enjoying my food recently,” she began, feeling the words tumble out her mouth. “I’ve put on twenty-five pounds in the last couple of months,” she explained proudly, lifting up her blouse to expose her bloated tummy, before covering it up again in case anyone else from inside saw her.

“Not bad!” Dianne smirked, looking around before lifting up her own blouse in the same way. “You’ve got some way to catch up with me though,” she chuckled.

Although Grace only saw Dianne’s belly for a second, she knew that the image would stay with her for life. The way the fat spilled over the top of her pants, the two creased rolls of blubber that encircled her waist. Dianne’s skin looked soft and delicate, with only a couple of stretch marks, despite how rapidly she had been expanding. Her belly button had almost disappeared into the roll of fat as she sat like this; however, Grace could just imagine how deep and cavernous it must be getting by now. She wanted to reach over and touch, grab, caress part of her fat roll and get a sense of what she must feel like now. Even with her brief view, Grace could tell that Dianne’s bra was considerably too small. She could imagine herself unstrapping the heavy girl and present her, ready to be fed by Christian.

“Not bad!” Grace laughed, trying to be casual and not give any indication of the stream of thoughts racing through her head.

Christian arrived back, one plate in each hand, and presented them to the girls with a wicked grin. “Let’s see how you get on with this!” he smiled, almost excitedly.

For the briefest of moments, Grace shared an excited look with Dianne as they each glanced down at the mountain of food in front of them. Christian sat himself, ready to watch the show.

Excitedly, Grace was about to get started. That was, until Kyle came outside.

“I was wondering where you’d got to,” he complained, leaning against the house wall. His eyes were swimming around. He’d been drinking too much. Within a couple more seconds and before anyone had time to move, he suddenly vomited.

“Oh no!” Grace cried, standing up and grabbing her paper napkin for Kyle. “Are you okay?” she asked, moving back quickly as he hurled again. How much had he had? They had only been there just short of two hours! She turned back to Christian and Dianne. “I’m going to have to take him home,” she sighed regretfully to the pair of them, looking over at the mountain of food she had been hoping to stuff herself with.

“No worries,” Dianne smiled, showing no sign that the sight of Kyle vomiting was going to put her off her food. “I’ll have your plate as well,” she announced, looking up at Christian's approving face. “We’ll catch up again another time. You should come over for our Italian night sometime,” she offered kindly. “Christian does everything: pizza, cannelloni, pasta dishes. It would be nice to have someone else there who appreciates her food…” she smiled, giving Grace the sense, once again, that she was on to her secret kink.

Grace was about to ask a question when Kyle was drunkenly trying to head back in to get more alcohol. “Come on honey,” she coaxed him, through gritted teeth. “Our night is over. I’m taking you home.”