chapter 3

Clarissa quickly found the bag of candies from her cupboard once she had unlocked and poured the fresh candies into the bowl by Andy’s lap.

Andy was watching her every move. Her hands were trembling ever so slightly. And her cheeks were beginning to flush.

‘Feed them me.’ Andy said.

‘What Andy?’ Clarissa looked shocked. ‘I can’t!’

‘You heard me.’ Andy persisted. ‘Feed them me.’ He patted the spot beside him on the couch. ‘Bring yourself over here like a good little girl - sit by my side - and feed them me. One-by-one.’

Andy’s bold confidence to call her out was alluring - but the gall of it thought Clarissa.

‘No Andy! … I can’t … I’m a professional.’ Her cheeks flushed.

‘But you’re a human too.’

‘C’mere,’ Andy beckoned her to the spot before him.

This fat boy was sure bold Clarissa thought to herself, thinking he could just call her out like that. But yet she surprisingly (even to her own self) she did as she was told and walked over to stand before him. And besides, she wanted desperately to see at least first hand how big his belly could get.

From where he sat, Andy looked Clarissa up and down, then ran his hand playfully up the inside of her thigh. ‘Tell me it doesn’t excite you when I talk about how much weight I’ve put on.’

‘No,’ Clarissa blurted. ‘It’s disgusting, I mean …’

‘... You’re so fat! …’

‘… And …,’ Clarissa fought with her words. ‘And-and getting fatter by the looks of it.’

Andy was clearly buying none of it. Her cheeks were redder than beetroot and her wetness was almost running down her thigh.

‘When you see a fat man you want to?’

‘Feed him.’ Clarissa blurted, then hurriedly clamped her hands over her mouth. ‘No, I meant …’

‘When you see a fat man who wants to eat.’ Andy tapped the full bowl by his side. ‘You should …?’

‘Feed him.’ Clarissa blurted again, through her fingertips, not believing she’d said it out loud.

How had this tubby man elicited such a deeply held confession from her?

‘Miss Wright.’ Andy grinned up at her from his seat. ‘You’ve got problems … but you I’m sure you can help me grow out of them too …’

Clarissa’s cheeked flushed further. This boy wasn’t going to have things all his own way. She could fight fire with fire. It wasn’t her first feederism rodeo after all. She had spent hours upon hours scouring the internet for tubby boys who didn’t know when they’d had their fill and honing her craft.

‘Your problem Mr Jones.’ Clarissa sank her index finger deep into Andy’s gut. ‘Is that you’re not fat enough yet, at least for my tastes. I think you should eat another donut and then we’ll see.’ Clarissa felt like a bold piece right now having said that.

‘Kinky.’ Andy’s eyebrows raised. ‘I think you should feed me one instead, don’t you?’

Andy sank his hands between Clarissa’s soaked thighs. ‘I think you might like it.’

‘In fact, I know you might like it.’ He corrected himself.

‘I think you should eat every one from which you’ve tried a bite.’ Clarissa blurted, deciding in the heat of the moment that she should get her way. She sat down to straddle what was left of Andy’s lap and picked up a half eaten donut and hovered it enticingly by his lips. ‘The problem with fat boys like you,’ Clarissa continued, ‘is that you all have eyes much bigger than your stomachs.’

Clarissa tickled Andy’s double chin with her other hand, before she danced the donut again temptingly by his lips. ‘But I can fix that.’ She paused and then grinned. ‘Don’t you wanna eat for me then, tubby?’ Clarissa asked

Now Andy blushed, and nodded.

‘Oh,’ Clarissa adjusted herself on top of Andy’s lap. ‘Interesting.’ She winked at Andy, as it was becoming more and more obvious he was getting turned on. ‘That might come in handy later Andy, if you play your cards right. But before that, I’m going to have to feed you everything that’s on this couch.’ Clarissa bit on her bottom lip. ‘And then we’ll see about all that.’

‘You wanna feed my medicine?’ Andy asked.

‘Precisely Andy.’ Clarissa loosened her hair and let it fall down her back. ‘I expect your care pathway to grow significantly over the coming months.’

‘You do?’ Andy asked, intrigued.

‘Oh yes,’ Clarissa continued, nodding at him. ‘If eighty pounds didn’t do it, then at least you now know you’re gonna have to go bigger to scratch your itch.’

‘Chocolate.’ Andy motioned with his eyes to the next donut as Clarissa’s hand hovered above the box, as she fed him the one from her other hand.

‘All in good time.’ Clarissa giggled. ‘Cinnamon first. But I’ll remember you have a such a sweet tooth.’ Clarissa patted Andy’s belly. ‘Especially as it’s doing so many wonders for your waist.’