chapter 14

** Paul **

She said something. I know she did. I saw her lips move, yet somehow managed not to hear a word she said. I just continue to sit, staring as she makes her way back to her desk, unable to move let alone think or process anything that just happened. When she settles into her seat and gives a look that screams both impatience and disappointment, I begin to panic.

Looking around desperately, as if some clue to what she said is going to jump out and save me, my eyes settle on the basket with my clothes in it. I risk a questioning look in her direction, and a twitch of an amused smile is all the answer I need. Scrambling over to the basket I begin putting on my clothes, struggling to get them on over my added pounds.

“I really should have bought bigger clothes before coming here,” I mumble to myself as I wiggle and yank on my jeans, trying to force them up over my thighs. A chuckle has me looking up at Mistress Jade, but all I find is that same cold and indifferent look she’s been giving me for weeks. I respond with a grunt of frustration, one directed at both her and my jeans.

She offers another twitch of an amused smile in response and then her eyes turn dark. I find myself unable to look away as I continue wiggling and yanking on my jeans, watching as she reaches up to grasp those big soft tits of hers, lifting them up and keeping her eyes on me as her tongue slides out and slowly starts to lick up a trail of my cum.

The sight has me yanking harder than humanly possible on my jeans. So hard that I nearly fall over as they finally manage to not only overtake my thighs but catch my instantly rock hard cock in the fly at the same time. My mouth opens in a silent scream only to be met with Mistress Jade bursting out into laughter just as her tongue was about to go in for second lick.

I have no idea how long she laughs or how long I stand there like that with my cock hanging out of my jeans. Half of me is embarrassed, wishing she would stop or that I could hide or go back in time. The other half is hypnotized by her laughter, by seeing a different side of her and doesn’t wan her to stop.

But she does, clearing her throat as she struggles to get herself under control. “I suggest you get yourself tucked in and run along little piggy, you wouldn’t want to be late for dinner, now would you,” she asks with a raised eyebrow. My eyes instantly dart to the clock and realize I have five minutes to get the Dining Hall and avoid being sent home for breaking a rule.

Biting my lip, I quickly and painfully shove my cock down into my already stuffed beyond capacity pants, and yank the zipper up over it. I then grab my shoes from the basket and rush out the door, not bothering to put them on. After nearly falling down the steps, I rush across camp, my feet getting dirty, my cock still hard, and my shirt rising up over my bulging belly.

“Just in time,” Gabe says, holding the door open for me. As it closes and we take our place at the back of the line, he looks me up and down with an expression that screams of both amusement and concern. “Dude you’re a mess,” he points out. I don’t argue, he’s right. Instead I dart a glare in his direction and attempt in vain to stuff my shirt back down over my belly.

The sight of both has him bursting into laughter, and as I look down at myself I can’t help but join in. I don’t just look like a mess, I look ridiculous. But do I care, hell no. I just jerked off for Mistress Jade and exploded all over her tits. The thought has my laughter instantly dying down, me standing straighter despite my appearance, and a smug look taking over my face.

“Okay, spill man, what the f*ck happened in your session,” Gabe asks as his own laughter dies down. “Not much, it was very … intense, I was able to … let go of a lot of things I’ve been holding onto. Therapy is good for you like that,” I respond with a straight face, giving away a little, but nothing at all at the same time.

“Fine, keep your secrets,” Gabe says with a grunt and turns his attention back to the line. My smug smile only grows as I take my double helping, head to our table, and dig in. I can feel all of their eyes on me as I bring fork after fork to my mouth, but I don’t look up once. I just stuff myself in silence, other than the occasional grunt.

My mind is on Mistress Jade, on what happened in her office and what will happen in the future. For the first time, I make it through both of my plates without a moment’s hesitation. Gabe moves to help me up and back to the cabin as usual, but I find that I don’t need his help. It’s like I’ve suddenly gained superpowers or something.

Glancing in his direction, I offer another smug smile, then rise on my own and make my way, leaving him and the others to watch in disbelief. As I make my way across camp, my shirt once again begins to rise, but I could care less. It’s like a badge of honor for all of the gaining I’ve done, for all of the ways I’ve pleased and obeyed Mistress Jade in the process.

It’s not the only one either. So is the loud creak of protest my bunk lets out when I flop down on it for my nap. I can’t help but think about how many more pounds it would take for it to break as I begin to rhythmically rub my belly and drift off to sleep. Dreams of food, clothes getting tighter, furniture breaking, and of course Mistress Jade, fill my head.

The weekends eating sessions, exercise sessions, and the naps that follow both, go much the same way. I’m no longer struggling with my added weight or the effects of it, I’m embracing all of it. It has become a part of me, something I want more of, that I can’t get enough of. I’m not the only one either. Many of the other campers are beginning to respond the same way.

When Monday approaches my focus is on the week ahead, our final week, and what I can do to gain and please Mistress Jade even more. It’s all I can think about as I finish up my plates of food and we all rise to head off to Mistress Jade’s final address. I have no idea what she has in store for us, but I’m wearing my newfound smug smile anyway.

What I see when we exit the dining hall has my smile quickly disappearing. Mistress Jade isn’t alone. There is a group of women and a few men surrounding her. Some I recognize from the sessions, others are new. “They’re Feeders,” I mumble out loud. “Hell yeah, how much you want to bet they are the ones we get to pick from,” Gabe asks.

His question hits me like a punch to the stomach, and I almost fall to my knees. The others catch me though and help me to our usual seats in the front just as Mistress Jade begins …

“Good morning little piggies, and congratulations, you have officially made it to your sixth and final week here at Camp Feed. You have all made amazing progress in terms of your gaining and forming connections between it, eating, and sexual arousal. I hope that you are proud, not only of that progress, but the fact that you have persevered until the end.

Behind me are the best of the best when it comes to potential Feeders to assist you in continuing on your Feederism journey once you leave here. Three have been selected specifically for each of you, based on your progress and preferences so far. You will have the opportunity to interact with each of them during your sessions this week.

At the end of the week, we will meet as usual. During your session you will select which of the three you wish to continue on with. If they are in agreement, your selection will then be responsible for ensuring your safe return home, where the two of you will sit down, get to know each other better, and hopefully set terms that will make them your Feeder, and you their feedee.

In the event that more than one camper selects the same Feeder, the Feeders will choose which camper they prefer, and any camper not selected by their first choice will have the chance to select one of their other choices or return home alone and conduct their own search. That is all, please line up for weigh-in, measurements, and session assignments.

Oh … and good luck with this week’s sessions little piggies. If I know the Feeders behind me as well as I think I do, you are going to need it.”

I can feel her eyes on me as she finishes, but I don’t meet them. Instead I keep my head down, and my eyes on the ground, dreading what is to come. The sessions this week won’t be like the last two. I got through those, performing as expected and learning what I needed to learn, because I knew that she was watching me and that I was pleasing her by doing so.

This is different. This is me performing for potential Feeders, not her. This is me choosing one of them to go home with, not learning anything new. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I mumble under my breath. “Yes you can man. I know what you are thinking, you need to stop that shit and start thinking about showing her what she’ll be missing out on,” Gabe offers.

I let his words sink in as we make our way to the front of the weigh-in lines. Miles gives me a proud smile as I step on the scale and weigh in at 231, 18 pounds higher than las week. “Damn, 60 pounds in 6 weeks, you are headed for a camp record,” he tells me. I give him a half-hearted smile in return then go through the motions for the rest of the day until my session.

I’m once again led into a private room. There’s no Mistress Jade, our usual song and dance when it comes to sessions over. Part of me is saddened by this realization and wants to go home, while the rest is angry at her for refusing to admit she wants me and has feelings for me, for forcing me to be with someone else, to pick someone else.

As some stranger begins to strap me in, all I can do is once again go through the motions, and debate what my choice will be. Tap out or take Gabe’s advice and show her what she will be missing out on …