Chapter 21 - the plan

“What’s this for?” Jenny asked, chuckling as Vicky brought in a massive container of gainer shake for her. “I thought Kerry was coming over later? You never let me get too bloated before a feeding.”

Vicky’s devious grin splashed onto her face. “Well, maybe I want to ensure that you can’t finish everything tonight,” she replied coyly.

“You don’t want me to finish?” Jenny asked, flabbergasted. Vicky had never said anything like that before.

“You’re going to get just as many calories, don’t you worry, Piggy!” Vicky laughed, sitting down on the arm of the chair, next to Jenny, and running her hand through the fat girl’s hair. “I just wanted to test a little theory, and maybe play matchmaker…”

“Matchmaker? How? With Kerry?” Jenny questioned. She loved nights when Kerry came over. Of all the feeders she had had, Kerry was the one who most reminded her of Vicky. Although she wasn’t as naturally pretty as Vicky, Kerry had that smart, sharp mind and attitude that made her an excellent feeder. It was enough to get Jenny incredibly aroused and spur on her appetite to even greater heights.

“I’ve also invited Mike along,” Vicky replied, pouring out the gainer shake into a glass and handing it over to Jenny. “I think he and Kerry might make a great couple.”

Jenny pulled a face at the idea. “I can’t see that happening. They’re hardly each other’s types. Unless you can get Mike to gain a couple of hundred pounds!” she joked.

Vicky just smiled. “Mike already is gaining. You haven’t even noticed, have you?” she laughed. “It’s all right. I don’t think he quite realises it himself yet. Last time he was here, I could see his love handles starting to come in. He’s a fat boy just waiting to happen!”

Jenny pictured Mike in her head. He was so fit, athletic and handsome. Never had she ever thought of him as a guy that would one day turn into a fat person.

Seeming to sense Jenny’s confusion as she sipped on her gainer shake, Vicky began to explain herself a little more. “Tell me, have you ever seen me eating the same food as you?” she asked.

Jenny thought hard about the question. She shook her head, realising that Vicky was always on some high protein or low carb diet. They’d never once sat down to a meal together and eaten the same thing.

“Exactly!” Vicky called out. “It’s what we feeders refer to as: Rule Number One.”

"Rule Number One?” Jenny asked, sounding confused.

Vicky grinned, delighted that Jenny had no idea what she was on about. After all, Jenny hadn’t been a feeder for a long time now. In fact, maybe she never had been.