Chapter 22 - rule number one

“Rule Number One,” Vicky nodded emphatically. “Never eat what you give the pigs.”

Jenny laughed at Vicky’s crudeness. “Well, I didn’t ever think like that,” she mumbled dismissively, remembering her time feeding fat guys.

“I know you didn’t,” Vicky chuckled. “And look where it got you!” she grinned, grabbing a thick wedge of Jenny’s belly fat and jiggling it.

Jenny couldn’t think of a reply.

“The first time I laid eyes on you, you were chomping on a breadstick before we’d even started feeding that gainer. I watched you that night, as you stuffed Doug with as much as you could, while still picking at the food yourself; a little nibble here, a big bite there. Half the time, I don’t think you even knew what you were doing. Pure, natural greed! I came that night because I was watching you eating; not Big Doug!”

“I don’t remember that,” Jenny replied sceptically. She’d never been much of a big eater when she was younger. “Are you saying…? Is that why you asked me if I wanted to team up with you?”

“Of course it was,” Vicky nodded. “I have a sixth sense for spotting fatties, and you had set my radar off within the first thirty seconds of meeting you. All you needed was a little… push. You gained about five pounds within the first couple of months of us hanging out together!”

Jenny shook her head. “No I didn’t,” she laughed, surprised at how tall a tale Vicky was telling. “I was still really skinny up until a couple of years ago.”

“No you weren’t!” Vicky laughed back, pulling out her cell phone and scrolling through her gallery of pictures. “Check this out. This was the day we moved into this apartment,” she explained, turning the screen so that Jenny could see. She pinched her fingers on the screen and zoomed in, closer and closer onto Jenny’s butt. She’d been carrying a box and the angle was unflattering to say the least. Her ass looked oversized for her frame and, her blouse riding up a little, it looked remarkably like fat was starting to roll over the waistband of her pants. “I can’t tell you how many times I came, just looking at this picture!” Vicky chuckled. “I always knew I was going to have you turning into such a fat pig, moving in here with you! One pound at a time…”

Jenny knew from the way Vicky was talking that there wasn’t a hint of exaggeration in her memories. The feeder had known exactly what she was doing, right from the very beginning. “And what about Mike? How does this…?”

“Mike breaks Rule Number One every time he comes over here. His abs are fading and he seems just as oblivious to it as you were. He’s ready to be flipped.”

“Flipped?” asked Jenny.

“Flipped,” Vicky confirmed. “When a feeder suddenly realises that they’re actually a feedee.”

Jenny knew that she had been on quite a journey when it came to all of this, but she hadn’t ever thought that Vicky had deliberately chosen this path for her. Sitting here now, sipping on her gainer shake, the thought was remarkably sexy. She held out her glass for more, then her jaw fell when a smug Vicky held up the container to show that, little by little, Jenny had already consumed it all while she had been listening to her talking. That was how this had all been done to her: smoke and mirrors, slight of hand and misdirections. Little by little, Vicky had got exactly what she had wanted.

“Don’t worry, Piggy. I’ve got more where that came from!” Vicky smiled, getting up and heading back into the kitchen.