chapter 23

It was like a nature documentary in reverse. Instead of the lithe lion stalking the fat hippopotamus, it was the hippo stalking the lion.

Carly had been at the bar every night this week, waiting for Jeremy to come in. She indulged along the way, screwing a few nice guys at the bar. The 375-pound knockout was hungry for Jeremy, but she was growing weary. All this beer and late-night takeout was having an effect on her body. If she was being honest with herself, Carly was probably closer to 385 pounds. Her clothes were tighter than ever. But Carly was now worried she might outgrow her leather pants before she ever used them to seduce Jeremy.

Carly walked into the bar tonight, expecting more disappointment, so she gasped when she saw Jeremy in a booth. Not only was Jeremy with another woman, that woman wasn’t even that fat! Just wait until Allison hears about this…

Carly was about to storm over when she took a closer look at their table. There were several plates of food, but Jeremy wasn’t eating anything. He was feeding this woman by hand. The woman savored every bite, rubbing her tummy. It was too loud in the bar to hear the woman, but it was clear she was moaning in delight.

That bastard!

Carly was furious. Not only was Jeremy obviously into bigger girls, but he was into feeding them! So why hadn’t Jeremy ever texted her back? Carly hadn’t had a good stuffing in ages. She fondly remembered one fling from her college years. Her boytoy would spend hours cooking her a feast, then eat her out while she pigged out. That was when Carly crossed the 250-pound mark and never looked back. Allison, her then-roommate, was always wondering where Carly was going for hours at a time. God, was there anything more delightfully gluttonous than sucking melted ice cream through a funnel while getting laid?

Carly snapped back to the present and stomped over to Jeremy and Sarah.

“Hey Jeremy, what a coincidence seeing you at the bar?”

Jeremy looked up from feeding Sarah, stunned to see Carly. All he could think about were those lingerie selfies she had sent him a few weeks ago. And was it possible that she gained a little weight?

“Oh, wow. Carly, it’s uh, great to see you!” Jeremy said.

“Huh, wish I could say the same,” Carly retorted, then motioned to Sarah. “Who’s the twig?”

“Uh, excuse me?” Sarah said.

“You heard me, Twiggy,” Carly said.

“Who are you calling a twig?”

“You!” Carly exclaimed.

“Bitch, I’m over 225 pounds.”

“Whoa,” Jeremy said, excitedly. “When did you hit that mark?”

“Just this week,” Sarah said, smiling. “I couldn’t wait to tell you. I was hoping for a big reveal tonight—”

“I’m sorry, 225 pounds?” Carly scoffed. “I haven’t been that skinny since college. Jeremy, I know you want a fat girl. Why are you wasting your time feeding this twig, when I’ve been right here the whole time?”

“Okay, are you like Jeremy’s ex? Jeremy, I thought you said you had never been with a girl bigger than me?”

“I’m Carly. And your friend Jeremy, here, frickin’ ghosted me.”

“For real? That’s pretty lame, Jeremy.”

Sarah wanted to be angry at Carly. She figured she would at least be jealous of Carly. But more than anything, Sarah was in awe of Carly. Carly was smoking hot.

“Why didn’t you text Carly back?” Sarah asked.

“What? Are you on team Carly now?” Jeremy asked.

“I’m just curious. Is she too fat for you?” Sarah asked.

Jeremy looked lost for words. Carly was intrigued. This twig had spunk, that’s for sure. And it looked like she had cleared three or four plates before Carly had arrived. Carly crossed her arms and waited for Jeremy to answer.

“No,” Jeremy said. “Carly is not too fat for me. Honestly, Carly, you could stand to put on even a few more pounds.”

“I knew it!” Carly said. “I fuckin’ knew it.”

But Sarah wasn’t so sure.

“Prove it,” Sarah said.

“Prove what?” Jeremy asked.

“Prove you can handle a big girl like Carly. If I’m stuffing my face with you, don’t I deserve to know whether you’ll drop my fat ass if I get too big?”

“What are you proposing?” Jeremy said.

“I want you to fuck Carly. I want you to *** and feed her,” Sarah said. “And I want to watch.”

The three of them were silent for a minute.

“Twiggy,” Carly began. “I’m into a lotta kinky stuff. But this might be the kinkiest.”

“Is that a no?” Sarah asked.

“Hold on,” Carly said. “I’m thinking.”

Screwing Jeremy while a random stranger watched? That wasn’t exactly Carly’s plan, per se, but it did get Carly to her goal. It even felt a little exhilarating, and this girl — was her name Sarah? — seemed relatively harmless. Maybe Carly could initiate Sarah as a true fat girl after tonight.

“I’m game,” Carly said.

Carly and Sarah both turned to Jeremy. Maybe this would have been a quagmire for the old Jeremy. But now, it was the easiest decision of his life. This was literally a fat-fetish porno becoming reality.

“I’ll call an Uber XL,” Jeremy said, his cock getting hard. “And order you girls some pizza, too.”