chapter 11

Kale smoothie. How bad could it be? Allison had seen people at the gym drink them all the time. It seemed so hip. And after three miles on the treadmill, Allison figured she could eat anything. She had to drive past a Wendy's, Burger King, and a combination Taco Bell/Pizza Hut on her way home. It was pure torture.

Finally, she arrived, jogged inside, and threw the ingredients into a blender. It looked like a mash made out of grass clippings. It tasted like a mash made out of grass clippings. But Allison was so hungry she slurped it down in one go.

That was supposed to be her breakfast. But it was close enough to lunchtime that she whipped up another kale smoothie. She looked in the freezer for some ice cream, but she had eaten it all last night. It was harder to get the second shake down, but she did it. Allison had gotten used to hunger pangs as she ate more and more. But all that exercise this morning made her ravenous.

Allison had been working remotely the last few months. She had a data analytics job for a consulting firm. It was mindless, rote work. But it paid well and she could work from anywhere. She found herself finishing a week's work by Wednesday afternoon. It made stuffing her face incredibly convenient. She never had to put on a pair of slacks or a skirt anymore. She could snack mindlessly without having to worry about her coworkers staring at her.

But now she found herself desperate for work to do and for some social structure to keep her in line. It was a Friday, she had finished her work, and she was alone in a house filled with frozen pizzas, frozen lasagnas, and frozen burritos. The bulk deals at Costco were so good — too good.

Allison was getting stressed out and she needed to take the edge off. What did Carly always used to say? Clear liquor is for skinny bitches? Well, Allison was a skinny-ish bitch.

She reached into a cabinet, pulled out a bottle of vodka, and blew the dust off of it. A large glass. A handful of ice cubes. A long pour of vodka. A splash of lemonade.

Allison gulped it down, almost getting a brain freeze. She didn't drink liquor often, and it wasn't long before she felt different. The anxious voices in her head were quieting down. She felt so refreshed she made another vodka drink. She laid out on a deck chair on the patio. After a while, she was feeling so relaxed that she brought the vodka bottle outside, sipping occasionally.

"See?" Allison thought. "Getting skinny is gonna be so easy. It's all kale smoothies and vodka."

But the drunker she got, the more Allison realized — she was still hungry. Of course she was hungry! What was Allison thinking? How could she forget those nights in college, of going to bars and drinking all night and then eating greasy pizza until she fell asleep. Man, pizza sure sounded good to Allison right now. Pizza loaded with pepperoni, ham, and extra cheese.

Who was Allison kidding? She knew drinking would just make her hungry. Maybe somewhere deep inside her mind she wanted another excuse to eat. Maybe there was a part of her — not Jeremy or anyone else — that wanted her to get bigger. For nearly a month she had been telling herself she was stuffing her face to please Jeremy. And with every greasy meal and gluttonous feast, she found herself getting turned on. She thought she was just enjoying Jeremy's kink.

But what if Allison was enjoying HER kink?

It was still five months before Jeremy was going to come back home. What if she kept gaining weight until the midpoint of his trip, and then she could start going back to the gym and lose it? Jeremy probably would have screwed Carly by that point, and then they could both move past their feederism fetish, get married, and live a normal life with no weird fetishes.

Maybe it was all the vodka, but this was making a lot of sense to Allison. She went inside and fired up the oven. She pulled out a frozen pizza and a frozen lasagna to defrost. She nuked a frozen burrito, grabbed a bottle of dark beer, and sat down in front of her laptop.

Allison pecked at the keyboard with her right hand while devouring the burrito held in her left. She pulled up one of Jeremy's favorite weight gain sites. Allison had taken furtive glances at the website since Jeremy left, peeking at some of the feedees, but now she was basking in them and their unbridled gluttony. The huge stomachs. The massive asses. The floppy tits.

All of these confident women, smiling and flaunting their growing bodies. But beyond the SSBBWs and BBWs, there were a lot of women who looked like Allison. Formerly fit girls now dipping their tools in the pool of indulgence and obesity. These women loved to post photos of their progression pictures, and the commenters couldn't get enough.

"Your gain is incredibly sexy. If I were you're boyfriend I would stuff you all day. I'd make sure you'd never lift a finger. All of your day would be filled with pleasure."

"Every day I come to this site and you are fatter. Please keep going!!!"

"Oink oink, fatty. I bet you couldn't stop now even if you wanted to."

Allison was getting wet reading these comments. She had been working on growing her body, but there was no one around to compliment her. No one to tell her how hot she was. No one to encourage her. She took a big swig of her beer. She knew she would really need some liquid courage if she was going to do this.

Allison clicked the "Sign Up" tab. She titled her account "Luscious Lilly" and wrote a short bio: "Hi, everyone. I'm new to the weight gain scene. I started out at 115 pounds. Now, I'm 138 and seeing where this journey takes me..."

She had been taking photos of herself throughout the past few weeks, thinking they would be a funny memento. Now they would be the first frames in her progress pics. She uploaded them, careful to crop out her face or anything other identifying information. Most of the photos she had was of herself in non-descript underwear. Maybe somehow Jeremy would stumble on her profile, but there was no way he would ever believe she let herself gain so much weight, so quick.

As the photos were uploading, she heard the oven ding. Her dinner was ready. Allison pulled out the lasagna and the pizza, sat down on the couch, and put on a romantic comedy. After an hour of non-stop eating, she had finally finished both and was beginning to feel somewhat sated for the first time in 24 hours. Her belly was bigger than it had been before. Her yoga pants felt like they were on the verge of being torn. They were so tight she had to roll down the waist band, which just made her muffin top even more pronounced. She even had the beginnings of a fupa.

Allison was going to head to bed when she remembered to check the profile of "Luscious Lilly"

There were dozens of followers, messages, notifications, and comments.

"Please keep eating"

"Ur gonna look so hot at 200. Don't stop!!"

"Can you try on the red underwear again? I bet they wouldn't even fit over your wide ass anymore. Can't wait to see you even fatter."

Allison felt a wave of horniness crash over her. She loved the comments, the attention, and the celebration of her weight gain. It made her feel so naughty. She went to her room for her vibrator and started reading the comments all over again.

It took her just a few minutes to cum. It never happened that quick. And her orgasm was different. It felt better or maybe naughtier. It was as though electricity was surging through her body. Allison was getting ready to turn her vibrator back on and go for round two. But first she had to make a new status update.

"Thanks, everyone! Dinner tonight was a large pizza, a lasagna, and a burrito. Is there someone who can come rub my belly? I can't wait to get fatter and fatter and fatter..."