chapter 11 - truth

"Um, something like Packing or Producing Inactive Gly-Glyconics? Syndrome," Daisy held her journal, looking at the few coded notes she had taken to acknowledge her disease. "My GP sent me to a specialist, and she said that it's a rare medical condition, like less than a thousand people have ever had it." Daisy tossed the empty tray of cookies to the floor, instinctively whimpering for Ash to get more. Her partner raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue. Ash's expression was difficult to read, Daisy's watering face did much to block her. When she did catch glances, she looked pensive yet attentive, absorbed in her words. She was doing her best to hear everything Daisy had to say first.

"I didn't believe her. For a long time. After my appointment last Fall, I tried to take it more seriously, I really did, but—" Daisy let out a hearty belch, and smacked her belly in response, "I-I really like this! I didn't think I would so much, I mean, it was just a fantasy." She opened to a random page in her book and pressed in a fat thumb, "I guess deep down I figured I'd slam the brakes on this and stop before it was too late, but I'm almost 600 pounds, Ash...

"Six-hundred pounds!" She pounded her hammy palms into her breasts, barely covering half of each. The jiggling unlodging a couple more burps, and she began to massage, "This is permanent, and I lied to you, a-and I'm so so sorry!"

The women sat in the revelations, Ash deep in thought. It was moments like these Daisy hated more than anything; while she knew Ash as a kind, generous soul, she had betrayed her trust. This was the worst thing she had done in their entire relationship, and she had no idea how to fix it.

The silence was finally broken by Daisy's gurgling belly, and she worked up the nerve to speak again.

"W-we've never really talked about this out in the open before, have we?" She chuckled, "I made assumptions that—".

"What the hell do you mean 'we've never talked about this'?" Ash raised her voice, almost angry, "I didn't know shit about feederism until you taught it to me," she yanked the journal out of Daisy's hands and flipped through, "You've been feeding me instructions for nearly two years, Dais'! Training me to be the perfect Feeder." She frantically searched each page, "All of this, everything, you told me you wanted me to work off all the updates to your stories!" Where was it? "What the hell have I done to you?!" She jolted up, and paced in front of Daisy's desk while continuing to look through the book.

"Ash, what are you talking about? You lifted a *couple* things from my story, but you departed that a long time ago—"

"No, Daisy," Ash paused and sat back down frowning at her partner. "Do you really not remember?" She looked into the journal and found what she was looking for, a recipe for a weight gain shake.

"Daisy," she cleared her throat to prep for a long talk, "after you let me read your journal, you started adding story changes and more resources for me to use as your feeder.

"In the beginning I felt a bit ashamed at how much I was enjoying this, the complete control you granted me of your body, the power I had to shape it to my will," she smiled, "but you asked me to incorporate those updates and prep these drinks for you, so I have.

"Hun, you've drank at least three of these a day for almost two years. Hell, it's been at least five a day for months now!" She opened to another section of the book, "And see here? You have this scene of your captured character being put on display for a Town Fair, scale and all."

Daisy felt flabbergasted. Was this true? Surely she would remember, surely this couldn't be true…

Her memory snapped back to Ash's business trip: her blackout, the kitchen, the animalistic mess…

"I-I don't remember any of that." She covered a hand over her eyes to concentrate.

"Ash…I love this. Dammit, I can barely contain how horny I am right now," she stuffed her open palm down her tight leggings as if to stifle its call. "I love it, every bit of it. But I was afraid if you knew, if you knew I was always gonna be fat...I thought," she started balling, "y-you'd leave me!

"Are you going to leave me?"

There was a pause as Ash chose her words, "Daisy, I was mad, because you kept this huge part of your life from me. I'm your partner, and I care about you," she pulled Daisy as close as she could, "I don't care about what you look like, you've only become more beautiful on our journey, Dais'! I love y—"

"Oink! Eeeee!" Daisy shoved Ash into a pillow and fell to her hands and knees, working to gain momentum with palm slaps against the floor. In failure, she collapsed to her side, silently grunting to herself, grabbing a loose brush to rub between her legs.

"Babe!—snort—what's—o ink!—happening—snort snort—to me?!"

"Dais'? Daisy, what's going on? Are you okay?" Ash rushed to her side, placing the back of one hand on her forehead and the other upon her belly. "Daisy, I'm taking you to the hospital, I'm gonna get you help!"