chapter 12

"Don't you find this whole thing even a little bit weird?" I asked Emma, holding a plate with the remains of the cake. Only a single icing zero was visible on the bit of chocolate glazed top, but I wasn't sure if it was the one from the number 450 or 200.

We were both looking at the two girls sitting on the carpet in the middle of the room.

Hailey was leaning toward Tanya's face with her eyes closed and her lips pursed. She tried to maintain a serious face but the moment their lips were within reach, she burst into uncontrollable laughter. Again and again, for the past 20 minutes.

"Is she always giggly like this?" Tanya turned.

"Mostly, but she can't move as much when she is full," I replied, but I doubted Hailey would be able to eat any more today than she already did.

"That's absolutely true," Hailey said, closing her eyes and opening her mouth wide in anticipation of more food.

"Well," Emma turned to me to continue our conversation. "I guess, it's fine as long as we are all happy. And no offense, but I like you far better as a roommate with benefits than as a boyfriend. You were —"

"Too irresistible?" I smiled. It was strange to hear Tanya's-like answer jump out of my mouth before I even realized it.

Emma messed up my hair. "No, silly. Overthinking everything and so indecisive. Be honest Josh, would I ever get this fat if we were together?"

Probably not. Back then, I didn't even think some girls were okay getting fat, much less deliberately trying to get fatter. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined that one day I would find this idea so enticing. I shook my head. "No, you are right. As always."
I wanted to add 'But sometimes I miss us.' But that would just sound plain girly.

"And look at Hailey, she is a natural-born feedee, if I’ve ever seen one."

I glanced at the carpet across the table. Hailey was just trying to swallow another spoon of whatever Tanya was pushing into her mouth. After the full turkey dinner, numerous drinks, and "all-fours" cake, Hailey was still chewing as enthusiastically as ever. And Tanya had a very determined look on her face, opening her mouth in sync as if she was feeding a baby. I couldn't tell which one looked cuter, even if you would put my nuts in a vice. But please don't, that was only a figure of speech.

"You are doing the same thing with Hailey," Emma continued, "Overthinking and hesitating. She is giving you all the signals and you are just sitting on your hands."

"What signals?" I frowned. I thought the situation was pretty clear.

"She needs more decisiveness from you," Emma shook her head looking at my confused face. "Each day she asks you to buy her a cake, or if you can go for a pizza, or eat this or that."

"Yes, and we go and she loves it."

“But it is always her telling you what to do. Maybe some girls would like if their partner took some initiative, so they don't have to constantly ask for things. I don’t need to ask Tanya to give me a cake. She stuffs my mouth with two of them before I even start thinking about one.”

"But…"

"But , but, " Emma waved her fat hand, "Hey Tanyushka," she shouted, "Is Hailey being a good girl?"

"Not really," Tanya replied from the carpet.

"No?" Hailey pouted her lips, frowning like a hurt kitten.

"No. You giggle too much." Tanya tickled Hailey's overstuffed belly. "Like a super-cute chubby plushy!"

Hailey, of course, giggled in response.

"We think that you've been cheating and not eating," Emma continued, "You are intentionally trying not to get fat. Maybe even dieting, which is a serious offense with grave consequences."

"Is it?"

"Yes. Very serious. So what do we do about naughty girls who cheat, secretly diet, and are not getting fat enough?"

"We strip them down to their underwear and spank them?" Hailey responded innocently and Tanya erupted into genuine laughter, unable to stop.

"Fine," Emma grinned, bobbing her head, trying not to laugh too. “But also no. We punish them. We force them to eat and become so fat they will think twice before they deceive us again."

"Uh," Hailey said, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Shall I bring the handcuffs and the tormenting cheesecake, my leash?" Tanya asked, but she was already on her feet heading to the kitchen.

"You have handcuffs?" I asked. I shouldn't be surprised.

"Yup, ordered them from Amazon, for naughty rebellious girls like this one," Emma pointed at Hailey. "Although, Tanya also said something about naughty male roommates."

Hayley squealed with delight when Tanya brought back a large strawberry cheesecake from the kitchen. How could my girlfriend think of more food?

“Oh no!" she pretended to cry with a terrified voice while already licking her lips. “You'll make me so fat I won't be able to walk! What would my poor boyfriend say?"

"He will fucking explode in his undies," Tanya mumbled. "I'd too if I wore one."

"You, Merciless Fattener, grab the spoon," Emma said to me, "And you, Sexy Slavic Torturer," she said to Tanya, "You secure our prisoner."

"Please don't make me fat!" As if worried that Emma would change her mind, Hailey eagerly put her hands in front of her, ready to be cuffed.

We placed a pillow behind our prisoner's back so she could lean comfortably against the chair and locked her hands in pink fuzzy handcuffs. And then we started with the 'grave consequences'.

To be fair, Hailey was an exceptionally good prisoner. She would keep saying, " No, please, I am getting too fat," while basically chasing my spoon with her mouth and wolfing down the cheesecake.

When Hailey had eaten more than three-quarters of the cake and she started slowing down with her eyes kind of glazed, I said that maybe she's had enough.

She frowned and gave me a sinister look. "Aem mot pat emapf!" she said through her full mouth. I wasn't sure what she meant, but she swallowed and opened her mouth again, so I stuffed another spoon in there, and she grunted in satisfaction.
I fed her the entire cake. I was almost sure she would pass out after all the food today, but she was sitting there, looking cuddly, her belly six months pregnant, her hands in the pink handcuffs, unable to get up and yet grinning from ear to ear.

"Maybe now she’ll stop giggling," Tanya said, putting the plate away.

"Uhm, let's try me." Hailey wiggled her toes, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips. Tanya leaned closer and the moment their lips touched, Hailey began chuckling and giggling into Tanya's mouth.

"This is of no use," Tanya said in frustration. “Watch me. You just need to pretend you are eating a dessert, like this puff bursting with cream." She grabbed my face and frenched me in a way that made me feel like the tip of her tongue must have been peeking out through my ears. She did taste nice, though.

"See, I didn't even chuckle," she wiped her lips but the corners of her mouth were jerking up. "Although I really, really fucking wanted to!" She burst into laughter, holding my arm and trying to steady herself. "Your silly girlfriend broke me. I can't even kiss without giggling like her."

"Let me try the creamy puff," Hailey said, looking at me with her big eyes. As she tilted her head, I put my lips gently over hers. Her lips were so soft, warm, and welcoming and she tasted like a strawberry cake. I lost my balance. I slide my hand under her shirt and around her waist, marveling how soft her skin felt everywhere my fingers touched it. The kiss lasted a good minute with my other hand caressing Hailey's belly and trying and mostly failing not to go as high as her small soft boobs.
She exhaled with pleasure, put her head back, and held her handcuffed hands up. "See Tanya, that's how naughty girls do it. So get me out of these and let’s have some ice cream. Then I should probably really lie down."

"Damn," Tanya said deflated. "You go, brother, feed your bottomless girlfriend buckets of ice cream, tuck her in, and sing her a lullaby." She waved her hand in resignation, stood up, walked over to the sofa, sat next to a very entertained Emma, and put both hands on her huge belly.

"Let's see what this one says when I pour a pint of heavy cream into her." She put her finger up, pointing at Emma's chuckling face "You fucking stop giggling too. By the way, I am very disappointed with your eating. Lousy 450 pounds? What makes you even think I wouldn't notice that you've been hiding your food? "

Hailey was soon in bed, her eyes closed and her breath slow and steady. I gently removed the empty bowl of ice cream from her hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Josh," she barely spoke the words from her dream. "Tell Tanya I am so sorry that I grew so much fatter than her girlfriend."

When I came to the living room, Emma had already left and the lights were dimmed. An empty carton of whipping cream sat on the table. Tanya was slouching on the sofa with her legs tucked under her, typing something on her MacBook. I sat next to her. She looked at me and smiled. Putting her notebook away she took my arm and slipped under it, sneaking her way into my embrace.

"Today I've been defeated," she said quietly, leaning her head on my shoulder and playing with my hand. “Hailey is a very lucky girl." She closed her eyes.

"What? No more sex advances?" I said. Not that I had any energy left in me, but there was something strange about calm Tanya.

“I just want to snuggle a bit." She put her hand on my cheek and wiggled her body closer to me.

For a minute we stayed in complete silence. I was stroking Tanya’s wavy hair and it tickled my nose as many times before. Her breath was warming my neck and her fingertips were gently circling my cheek.

"Josh?" she said and looked up. Her blue eyes were surprisingly warm. "If you weren't into fat chicks, would you like me as a girl?

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The story is NOT finished. I'll return to it later, but there is something else on my plate (and it isn't food)