chapter 3

I soon learned that Emma and Tanya met at the agency Christmas party. As they sat at a table, casually talking, ignoring all the pretty girls, their admirers, and their photographers, a guy came over, looking directly at Emma. "Hey, wanna hook up or what?" 

"No thank you," Emma replied and the young man curled his lips muttering "Bitch" turning to Tanya, "You?"  to which Tanya said quite loudly, "Fuck you asshole". 
His drunk friends came over to check out the commotion. The asshole said, "Nothing, just two feminist lesbians at the wrong party." Then they left, laughing.

Emma was a bit agitated, but Tanya just shrugged. "That's why I stopped dating men." 
To calm Emma down, she brought a slice of cake from the catering tables. With her mouth full, Emma commented that it would be nice if she could eat all she wanted, get fat and then be free of assholes who salivated at her like a dog at a bone.
And Tanya asked, "What is stopping you?" and went to grab another slice.

As Emma's next cake disappeared from her plate, she explained that she has a boyfriend who probably wouldn't like her if she became fat. She was referring to me. At the time, I was still madly in love.

The story diverged a bit after that. In Tanya’s version, she told Emma, "So fuck him. Come with me and I'll fatten you like a pig." 
But in Emma’s version, Tanya gave her another cake, held her hand, and told her, "There are plenty of people who will like you fat." 

"Really fat," Tanya interrupted her. "If I said that cheesy thing, which I didn’t, I would use really fat."

"Okay," Emma chuckled. "You said really fat."

They did agree on one thing, however. By the party's end they were already making out in a bathroom after Emma ate 4 more cake slices, drank half a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, and then felt sick.  They started meeting almost every day after that. And then Emma broke up with me, because, according to her, she didn't want to hurt me by getting fat. 

In the month following our breakup, her weight jumped 15 pounds, and a manager at her work told her she should lose weight because a chubby assistant cannot be seen at a talent agency. The next day, Emma quit, moved in with Tanya, and gained another 135 pounds doing web design from home for a friend's company. 

Incidentally, just a week before our first meeting, the subject of a roommate with benefits came up. Tanya said that Emma had gotten quite a handful and that she wouldn't mind some help. Except, she might get a bit jealous if another girl would get too involved with Emma, and she might bite her head off. 
They then considered having a gay man live with them, but while he would be probably a great fun with impeccable fashion sense, he would be useless for the task Tanya needed help with. The least desirable option was a straight man, one without any of that boyfriend ownership baggage. Only if one of them knew a guy who wasn't creepy. And this was where I came to the picture. 


As I ate my leftover soup in Quay Market that afternoon, thinking about what had just happened, they were already discussing whether to make me their roommate.
  Emma wasn’t sure, but Tanya’s argument was that it would be like finding your old lost dog after you already decided that you are a cat person. You can still keep it to chase squirrels away and scratch your back while you play with your new super sexy cat.  Tanya won the debate, and the evening at their apartment was a test of how that dog barks. 
 I couldn't think of sex for two days straight without my testicles trying to crawl back into my body and hide from me, but I passed.

I had my own doubts, though. First, my brain, the one in my head, was telling me that I was just being used as a tool. The other,  lizard brain that lives in my pants and causes me all kinds of troubles said the same thing, but with a hyped voice and a fanfare. If you don't know which side won at the end, then you don’t know a thing about young males in their mid-twenties overflowing with ... urges.  Within a week, I was sitting on a bed in the spare room on the 11th floor, my bag at my feet.

There were rules. If I romanticize Emma, Tanya would bite my dick off and she seemed serious. No female visitors unless they were first approved by Tanya personally, whatever that was. No male visitors under any circumstances, or they will also get their dicks bitten off. This time with my teeth.  
As Tanya said, "Men are assholes, except you, Josh, you are just an ass and a pretty one."

We agreed to try it for a month. We would disband our triangle if any of us felt weird, no hard feelings, and preferably no dicks being bitten off.

Over the next few weeks, I learned a lot about the feeder-feedee relationships. Although I had a few distant ideas, it would pop up occasionally during my lone night porn searches, but I didn't realize the full extent of it when it wasn't just a fantasy. Tanya's comment about Emma gaining yet another 150 pounds wasn't meant to be a joke. She was actually serious. And while Emma just chuckled whenever Tanya mentioned it, when she was being stuffed like a pig and horny as hell, the next 150 pounds seemed like a bus stop, one you might easily miss if you close your eyes on the way to your final destination.

 Things settled into a less frantic rhythm. Lucky for me, I would have had a heart attack by now if I had to perform every night like the first night.

We would sometimes just spend an evening watching Netflix, laughing, while Tanya would feed Emma some junk food.  On other nights, they would go to a bar or restaurant, and Emma would be too tired from walking to do anything else than have a midnight snack and go to bed. 
But other times, the girls would invite me to their room for 'a chat', giggling, telling me to bring a cake. Or they would ask me to come to a shower to “find the soap”. And bring a cake.  I wouldn't fit in there with Emma’s belly slowly taking over the entire shower, but I would still be able to push cake slices into her mouth through the shower door. And of course, trying not to explode when Tanya would decide that I was due to some stimulation to clean my plumbing.
For someone who disliked men, she was definitely a wizard with other people's wands. Or a witch, but I wouldn't call her that, especially when my cock was surrounded by her teeth. 
She would be edging me masterfully, while I would be feeding her growing girlfriend, and then when I would be pushing the very last piece into Emma’s mouth, Tanya would do things with her mouth that would have me explode like a firehose all over Emma's enormous belly, accompanied by their delighted giggle. 
It was almost frightening how easy it was to tie a guy around a girl's finger if she knew a few clever tricks with his dick. 

I realized I was starting to accept the whole feederism concept. I wasn't knee deep in it like Emma and Tanya were. In my mind, Emma was almost like an athlete and I was someone who was helping her accomplish her goal. And she was a darn good athlete. 
When Emma announced one Saturday morning not that long after I moved in, that she had reached 300 pounds I honestly felt proud. It wasn't just Emma’s achievement, it was mine as well. 
We celebrated all day long. Everything from joyful measuring to endless stuffing to crazy sex. The way, Emma’s belly looked at the end of that night, I would have sworn she was pushing 310 pounds, but sadly we were unable to get her to stand up to be weighed. 

Emma must have gained most of her weight over the weekends, when we fed her non-stop from morning until late night. Tanya and I would go to the supermarket every Friday to stock up. One time,  just as we pushed a cart stacked high with fattening food, I ran into my coworkers Mike and Jake. 

“That must be one heck of a party! " Mike whistled, then his eyes shifted to Tanya. "And who is this sexy babe?"
With my palm covering my eyes, I braced myself for a shitstorm. Referring to Tanya as a sexy babe was easily in the top ten things one should never say to her face. 
 
"Oh, I am Tanya, Josh’s sister," she said in a suggestive tone, flickering her eyelashes. "Nice to meet you. Would you like to fuck me today or are you only pretending to be a dick?" 

She watched with amusement Mike’s struggle to find words.

"I guess not," she said with disappointment. She turned to me, pushed herself into my wooden embrace while grabbing my crotch. "Sorry baby brother, today you will have to fuck me once more."

Mike and Jake never talked about that again. Since that day, they have treated me with a polite distance.

By Christmas, Emma was pushing 350 pounds. Her heavy belly hung down, covering her widening thighs, and her butt and hips expanded even more. Despite her fat boobs, she now looked distinctively pear-shaped. 

The weirdest thing was that I started to be turned on by that. The look in her eyes when she was hungry, her desire to get bigger and fatter.  Her voice begging for more food after being stuffed to the brim. It was hard to hide my excitement from Tanya.  She could easily see my erection getting harder with every spoon, slice, or candy bar shoved into Emma’s sexy mouth. 

One time when Tanya was still at work and I was feeding Emma the last slice of rhubarb pie after she already drank two pints of heavy cream, she looked at me with those deep eyes. “I want to hold your cock.”

I reluctantly took off my shorts, revealing my painfully hard erection. 

“I think your boy likes that I'm getting fat," she said, her eyes glued to my dick as it immediately sprung even harder.  Her eyes sparkled with mischief.  “I wonder if this makes me even fatter?” she said, reaching with her hand. 
Before her fingers even touched my throbbing tool, I sprayed like a geyser all over her chubby hand, fat belly, and breast. She giggled, looking at my embarrassed face. "Why did you wait so long?"