chapter 14

Chloe threw a few more French fries into her mouth and asked, “Before I get into it, why don’t you guys have some fried chicken? I know I look like a pig, but this is so much food. Seriously. I could use some help.”

“Okay, I’ll have one.” Kimmie chirped unable to resist the temptation. She didn’t want anymore salad. She could tell Chloe’s story was going to be interested and she didn’t want her hungry tummy distracting her.

“Claire?” Chloe smiled, as she could spot the conflicted expression on Claire’s face from a mile away.

Biting her tongue, Claire fought off her weak-minded thoughts of stuffing her fat face with some of Chloe’s chicken. Eating fried chicken wasn’t going to help her get control of her body again. Chloe might believe that big was beautiful, but society certainly didn’t agree with her. Big and beautiful were antonyms not synonyms. Claire knew deep down she couldn’t be beautiful when she’d outgrown all of her truly beautiful clothes over two years ago! Concealing her emotions and striking a polite tone, Claire aligned her insecurities with society and uttered a pitiful, “No thanks.”

“I wish I had your self-control. This fried chicken is sooo good!” Kimmie muttered, as she practically inhaled a piece of Chloe’s chicken.

“Well, the salad was filling.” Claire lied, as she looked upon her pathetic salad with disgust. There was zero chance her belly would be satisfied until dinner. She needed to eat something else for lunch, but she couldn’t bring herself to look like a fatty and cave into sharing some of Chloe’s chicken. Besides, a few pieces of fried chicken were not going to be enough anyway. Claire felt hungrier after eating her salad than she had been before eating it. The freaking lettuce had only whetted her appetite.

“You think so? I’m still starving.” Kimmie hummed, while she tore into another piece of chicken much too Claire’s irritation.

Kimmie certainly didn’t look like a girl who was starving. Claire hated when people used that expression. Kimmie was hungry, not starving. Proclaiming to be starving was disrespectful to people who were actually starving… Realizing that she was getting hangry, Claire turned her face back to the fat British woman across the table, “Anyway, please continue Chloe.”

“Right, well… I don’t know any other way to say it. I fattened myself up on purpose.” Chloe devilishly smiled, as she saw the looks of surprise and horror on Claire and Kimmie’s pudgy faces.

“Are you crazy?” Kimmie squeaked.

“Not at all, you see it was my future husband’s biggest fantasy.” Chloe hummed, as she recalled the moment that Roberto had come clean to her about his deepest desires. The knowledge of his fetish had given her a unique power over him that she loved immensely.

“For you to get fat?” Claire managed to ask for clarification despite her dumbstruck expression.

“Yes, it’s a fetish called feederism, look it up. It’s not mainstream, but it’s a growing community, hmhm!” Chloe chuckled at her little pun, turning bluntly honest, “He gets off on my gluttony and my lovely rolls of fat!”

Claire and Kimmie were utterly speechless.

Seeing that she had the proverbial stage to herself, Chloe continued painting the picture of her descent into the addicting feedee lifestyle, “So yeah, I was very open about trying out his fantasies, so he started making me weight gain shakes that I’d drink in the morning and at night.”

Just as Chloe spoke those words, Claire recalled the smoothies and milkshakes her own husband made for her from the onset of their relationship years ago.

“As I got more comfortable with letting him feed me,” Chloe continued uninterrupted, “I would drive him wild by making a pig of myself in public. I let him tie me up and funnel feed me. And in the bedroom… well, I’ll save you the juicy details, but he couldn’t keep his hands off me. And the thing is, once I started noticeably getting a lot bigger, I got into it. It was so much fun! I was his queen, and he was like, my love slave! But… I guess I did get a little carried away…”

Ignoring the stunned looks on her new friends faces, Chloe continued her tale, “When Roberto was on a work trip, I had a friend of mine named Natalia fatten me to the max for three weeks while he was away. I’m talking protein shakes, drinking lard, eating until it hurt, eating until I physically couldn’t move, it was a euphoria I’d never experienced before. The kilos inevitably piled up real fast. To put it in terms you two would understand, I gained 25 pounds in 3 weeks. And to tell you the truth, I got off on it, and my friend got off on it too. One time when I was too stuffed to move on the couch after a feeding, she masturbated in front of me and I couldn’t do anything about it. It was so hot.”

Claire’s brain had momentarily stalled, her mind was listening, but also recalling some curious behaviors of her husband years ago… Kimmie, on the other hand, recalled the name Natalia, but couldn’t quite place where she’d heard it before. What Chloe was saying was so strange and bazar, Kimmie didn’t know how to formulate her thoughts into words.

Judging from the looks on both Claire and Kimmie’s faces, Chloe guessed that she’d revealed too much. Trying to backtrack a bit, Chloe admitted, “Yeah, I guess I was more than a little carried away at that point. It’s been hard to find a good balance with my husband’s fantasies, well now they’re our fantasies… It’s been hard to find a good balance, but I’m in a real good place right now. The trick is finding the right balance. I like gaining weight. I love being fat. And I love that my husband completes me, fantasies and all.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait…” Kimmie managed to finally say, “When I studied abroad a few summer’s ago…”

“Oh right, you stayed with Natalia’s family. Yeah, that’s the same Natalia.” Chloe correctly anticipated Kimmie’s question and answered it before she could finish asking it.

“Eewww…” Kimmie groaned a bit immaturely.

“Kimmie grow up!” Chloe shouted in jest.

“I mean, Kimmie’s got a point. You have to know that what you’re telling us is… well… Kind of… out there.” Claire managed to piece her words together with some difficulty.

Tugging on Claire’s sleeve, Kimmie added, “She can’t be serious! She sounds like Janet!”

“Janet’s… well, she’s Janet,” Claire paused in disbelief that she was actually going to support Chloe on this, “but I’ve met her husband and he really loves her… figure.”

“Despite how fat she is?” Kimmie gushed in disbelief.

“Definitely not despite of how fat she is. You’ve heard of a chubby chaser right Kimmie?” Claire asked, as she decided to just give Kimmie a description anyway, “You know, guys that prefer bigger girls. My husband’s kinda… like that too.”

“Hmm…” Kimmie hummed clearly taken aback.

Taking in the context clues, Chloe saw an opening and said, “See Claire, what I’m talking about is not that out there. A chubby chaser likes bigger ladies, a feeder likes it when ladies get fatter. Two peas in the same pod really.”
“Not at all! Liking bigger women is not the same as liking making women bigger!” Claire objected strongly.

“Do you hear what you are saying right now?” Chloe replied coyly.

“How can you love being fat? It’s not all sunshine and rainbows like you’re saying.” Claire continued with her strong protest, “To me, as a fat woman, the world feels clearly divided by a bright line: people who wear plus sizes, and people who don’t. My experience isn’t just a matter of disliking feeling fat, I mean I do dislike feeling fat, I want to make that clear. It sucks struggling to fit into a seat in a theater or on a plane, or getting winded walking up the steps, or outgrowing your favorite dress… But that’s not even the worst of it. For me, being fat isn’t just how I feel about myself, it’s about how the world reminds me, sometimes violently, of my own inferiority... The worst part about being fat, from my perspective, is the way people treat you differently. I mean, Chloe, have you ever had family or friends suggest that you should join weight watchers or some other kinda weight loss program?”

“Yes.” Chloe answered honestly, as she took in everything Claire was saying very sincerely.