Chapter 20 - the overachiever

Despite Vicky’s declaration that she wanted to push Jenny over the two hundred and eighty pounds mark by Halloween, with a steady flow of feedings throughout the end of the summer, Jenny had swollen over that target by the middle of September. Vicky acted like she was shocked by the speed that things were happening to her girlfriend. But, to Jenny, how could she not grow, being this overfed and well catered for? Vicky was so knowledgeable and experienced in feeding gainers; of course she knew what she was doing.

Jenny watched as the feeder’s eyes lit up each time Jenny said yes to a shake, and saw the wicked grin on Vicky's face when Jenny took a big bite out of something tasty that Vicky had made. Jenny realised that, as smart-mouthed and kinky as Vicky had been when they used to spend evenings feeding guys together, this was her real passion; the lifestyle: the endless everyday pampering and cajoling of her lover to eat just a little more for her.

Jenny loved it too. She’d always enjoyed the sight of blubber on someone, but to see it on her own body; it took that joy up to the next level. She could feel it when she moved, sense Vicky’s warm hands as they explored her growth, every single day. Fattening someone had been Jenny’s first love, but fattening FOR someone beat every single experience that came before it.

Jenny knew that she had lucked out when it came to her own growing physique. She’d developed the sort of shape that she and Vicky had always admired the most in girls. At 300lbs, her tummy was round and ball-like. Vicky liked to joke and pretend that its shape was all her doing. She’d stuffed Jenny so frequently that her gut had simply held onto that bloated shape and made it permanent. But Jenny carried her fat all over her body. Her breasts and enormous ass cheeks, were oversized and plump, just like her large, chubby thighs, which rubbed together constantly now.

Many girls, even gainers, would have panicked with how quickly clothes were outgrown. But Jenny had Vicky there, making the transition smooth and effortless; celebrating and rewarding every single pound that was gained. Perhaps it helped that Vicky didn’t have any family over here to feel accountable to. She’d embraced her kinks since the moment she set foot on American soil at the age of eighteen. She was tender and affectionate; unafraid to show her love in public. She didn’t care that people judged her for dating someone so much larger and fatter than she was; never compromising for the sake of society. In that sort of environment, it was impossible for Jenny to feel anything but proud of the fat body she had developed. Sometimes she wished that she could stifle that burning desire to push her gains further. How big could she grow? How would it feel with even more lard on her body?

They were questions she thought about every day. With answers that she now so longed to know.