Chapter 1 - 365 days

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This is my first attempt at writing anything like this, so constructive advice is welcome! I've used neutral pronouns throughout but was forced to choose a gender and sexuality.

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In the grand scheme of things, it’s really not that long. But these past 365 days have been far from normal, have they? It’s been a full year since your entire company was furloughed due to the pandemic. You found yourself a little bored at first, trying to get used to not having to get up early or working a long shift.

You would begin to scroll through social media, seeing how your colleagues were spending their time. Dozens of photos of freshly baked bread, home workout routines and daily zoom meetings begin to blur together as you mindlessly scrolled. You don’t remember exactly when it was that you found something you didn’t even know you were looking for. A social platform you had never heard of before.

You were a little taken back as you first read up about the platform, seeing terms such as feeders, feedees, fat admirers and BBW/BHM. You didn’t know what half of those words even meant, but your curiosity leads you through multiple searches online. Quickly you discovered a whole new world that intrigued you.

You’d never really thought much about this sort of thing before. The truth was your body was fairly average when it came to your weight but seeing photos of people confident in their size was enjoyable to you.

It didn’t take long for you to create your profile, uploading a slightly unflattering selfie as you filled in your profile. You kept things pretty simple for the most part, haven’t even known that some of the kinks listed were even a thing at that point. You stared at the options for what you identified as for a few moments before selecting FA (Fat admirer).

Things were slow at first as you familiarised yourself with the platform’s layout. It didn’t take long for a few regular names to appear on your local feed though. After about a week of silently observing you decided to message someone fairly local. An active user who posted regularly about the various aspects of feedism, as well as a few photos of their plump body.

You slowly began to get to know them as you exchanged messages daily, as they introduced you to this new world of pleasure. They would talk of the large calorie laden meals they would devour, as you found yourself beginning to really enjoy these exhibitions of gluttony.

A few weeks passed like this as you became a more active member of the community, getting to know a few more people along the way. This particular day was different though, as you found as you scrolled through the global feed. It must have been dinner time elsewhere in the world as you saw more and more photos of large meals, ranging from home cooked dishes to huge orders of greasy fast food.

You didn’t even question yourself as you opened a food delivery app on your phone. Your stomach growling as you tapped away at a fast-food menu, filling your order with a trio of burgers and sides. You excitedly found yourself almost skipping to the front door as your food was delivered.

You plopped yourself down on the couch as you unwrapped your delicious feast, a part of you wondering if maybe your eyes had been bigger than your stomach. You quickly snap a photo of your spread before you tuck in. Of course, you’d had fast food before, but something about this seemed different. You felt like you were filled with a determination to finish everything before you.

Half an hour passed, and you were left with a single bite. A cold sweat lined your brow as you pushed yourself to finish, before allowing yourself to lay back in victory. A soft moan escaped your lips as you pawed at your swollen stomach, a fair-sized food baby showcasing your gluttony.

A few moments passed as you thought back to the site, as you worked up the courage to take a photo of your stuffed belly. You experimented with different angles before finding on you liked, uploading it with a caption of what you had stuffed yourself with. A few dozen likes filled you with a strange sense of pride, when a notification popped up that caught your attention.

It was a message from the first friend you’d made during your initial week. They applauded your efforts, a role reversal of the usual interactions you shared. You talked for hours about how much you enjoyed eating every last bite, the feeling of your belly stuffed tightly. While you wouldn’t label yourself a feedee just yet, you had no idea just what was about to happen to your future.

Your gluttony fuelled binges quickly became the new norm, your friend encouraging you every calorie filled step of the way. Days began to blur together as you found yourself enraptured in your new lifestyle. Little by little you would post more and more photos of huge meals followed by the aftermath of your stuffed belly. That was new too, you had a belly now. Not just a food baby or some slight pudge, but a real belly that hung over your pants.

You were so caught up in this new sedentary life, becoming accustomed to always eating huge meals. Your friend would progress from encourager to feeder after a few more weeks like this. You would share in your progress as they occasionally funded your food and clothing budget.

Somewhere along the line they offered to meet you in person. You were anxious, you hadn’t truly left your house in months and it was showing on your corpulent form. Eventually you relented and would visit them for an in-home date. Things were slow at first but that was expected, but as they ordered pizza, the night soon evolved into a feeding frenzy as they helped push you past any previous limits you may have had.

One date turned into two, then three. Before you knew it, you had been dating for months and spending most of your time at their place as they took pride in thoroughly feeding you during your every waking moment. Of course, this held consequences for you too. When you had first talked to them, they were pretty overweight themselves and you were tiny in comparison. But know the tables had turned massively; for sure they hadn’t gotten any lighter, in fact they had gained a fair bit alone as they shared in your eating habits.

You were a different story all together though. Gone was the small muffin top and plump belly, replaced with soft doughy paunch that overflowed your flabby lap. Not a single inch of you was spared from the gluttony induced thickening that took place. You were truly obese in every sense of the word, your body wobbling and jiggling with each clumsy movement. Of course, your sedentary lifestyle had also cost you any real muscle and fitness, leaving you out of shape and sweating with any real exertion.

Your new life had overtaken you in so many ways, but one phone call dragged you back to reality. Your boss was overjoyed as they told you furlough was about to end, the entire workforce able to return. You found yourself filled with a sense of dread, the idea of returning to normality was not a pleasant one.

A week passed between the phone call and your first day back. You found yourself squeezed into your far too tight car seat as you pulled into the parking lot. Your new belly forced up against an uncomfortable steering wheel. Your body compressed by clothes at least one size too small. You had no hope of ever wearing your old uniform and had resorted to ordering the biggest size clothes you could find that looked similar enough.

You rock yourself as you un-gracefully exited your car, forced to park far away to ensure no one parked next to the driver’s side door. It was a long walk (or waddle if you were honest) to the front entrance, the blast of air conditioning giving you some solace from what was about to come.

You fumbled in your pocket for your ID badge as you headed through security, noting the old photo was vastly different to you now. Your cheeks were red with embarrassment as the security guard let you through with a strange look.

You trudged through your workplace as you fumbled with your clothes in an attempt to somehow make them look presentable. As you looked around you saw familiar faces as people chatted before the start of shift. All around you saw signs of change; a new beard here, grown out hair there. You even saw a few tight uniforms being filled out by the so called ‘quarantine 15’. Not that you could use that excuse now.

You hurried as fast as your fat and tired legs could carry you, relieved as you finally neared your locker room. It seemed so long ago since you had cycled to work, something that tired you out just thinking about it now. You peeked your head in, not seeing anyone. You figured you could get to your locker and take some time to calm yourself. But as you rounded the corner, you saw them.

You had taken less to using traditional social media the past few months, but whenever you did you were greeted with the sight of your best friend from work. They had spent the year exercising at home, showing their progress as they lost weight and packed on some impressive muscle. And now you were face to face.

Their athletic and trim body. Your gluttonous obese body. Their jaw dropped in shock. Your puffy cheeks bright red.

365 days isn’t that long in the grand scheme of things, but it certainly can make you aware of just how much you can change.