Chapter 2 - Revelations

“My name’s Sabrina, please come in and get warm” said the woman, stepping out of the doorway.

Reluctantly Grace followed Harry into the hallway, shivering slightly and sending droplets of rain cascading down onto the soft carpeted floor.

“Hold on, let me see if I have a spare change of clothes for you both. Wait here just a second” said Sabrina, before hurrying upstairs.

“Harry, I don’t like it here, let’s go” muttered Grace under her breath.

“What are you talking about? It’s chucking it down out there and in case you hadn’t noticed, my car’s wrecked. At least in here it’s warm and dry.”

“But it’s weird” protested Grace, stubbornly. “Who lets strangers into their house and offers them clothes and dinner?”

“Sabrina obviously” retorted Harry “and anyway, I thought you were starving!”

As if on cue, Grace’s stomach let out a loud grumble.

“Fine, I guess it can’t hurt to have some food but promise me we’ll leave after that!”

“Alright fine, we’ll call an uber after dinner, happy?”

At that moment, Sabrina came jogging back down the stairs, a small bundle of clothes in her arms.

“Here you go, I’m afraid they’re the best I could find. Must have been left by some visitors I’ve had in the past so I’m sorry if they don’t fit you.”

Handing over the clothes, Sabrina pointed them towards a small bathroom for them to use to get changed.

“Once you’re done, come through to the dining room and I’ll serve you up some dinner. I hope you like roast chicken.”

Grace’s stomach let out another loud grumble and Sabrina’s eyes flicked quickly down to look at it, a slight smile quirking her mouth. Embarassed, Grace hurried into the bathroom without a word, pulling Harry behind her. Once they were alone, the pair began quickly to undress and pull on the clothes they had been given, however, to Grace’s dismay the floral pattern dress was several sizes too big and hung loosely off her frame, doing little to flatter her figure. Harry’s clothes were much better fitting as he changed into a pair of worn jeans and a baggy oversized hoodie.

Feeling no happier than when they arrived, albeit significantly warmer and drier, Grace followed Harry out of the bathroom and into the room which Sabrina had indicated was the dining room.

“Thanks so much for the clothes! We never said, my name’s Ha…” Harry began to say before stopping abruptly as he stepped into the room.

Pushing past him, Grace immediately understood why he had stopped talking. The room they had entered was small, simply furnished with a dining table and four chairs. The table was not overly small, however, it’s entire surface was covered with food. Bowls of roast potatoes and parsnips, balls of stuffing, steaming vegetables, multiple jars of sauces, a large jug almost overflowing with gravy and in the centre, the largest roast chicken Grace had ever seen. It was larger than most turkey’s she had seen and yet it looked to be roasted to perfection, perfectly crispy golden skin atop moist meat. For what felt like a full minute, Grace just stood and stared at the mountain of food before her, her mouth salivating heavily before her belly growled, louder than the previous times and it snapped her out of her trance. Looking at Harry stood next to her, she expected to find him also staring at the feast before them, however, she noticed that his eyes were fixed not on the table but on the walls. Following his gaze, she noticed for the first time that all around the room were hanging large black and white photographs of very large fat women. The photos all seemed to be part of a set taken by the same photographer as they all depicted the women lying naked on the same bed, supposedly in the middle of something incredibly erotic. Sweat was glistening across their fat bodies and their faces were frozen in ecstasy.

“I see you like my artwork” said Sabrina, entering the room from another door which clearly led to the kitchen. Grace was amazed to see that she carried another plate, stacked high with pigs in blankets, which she set on the only free space on the table.

“Erm, yeah. It’s very…unique” mumbled Harry, his face flushing red. Sabrina gave him another coy smile.

“Well I try to capture beauty in a form which most people don’t normally appreciate” she replied, taking a seat.

“You took them yourself?” Harry said, slightly flustered, sitting awkwardly down as well.

“I did. It’s just a little hobby of mine. Each picture holds a very special memory for me. Anyway you were saying something?”

“Oh yeah, I was just saying I’m Harry and this is my girlfriend Grace.” He gestured lazily over to where Grace still stood.
“They’re really good. I’ve never seen art like it before.”

“Thank you” Sabrina said smiling widely. “Now please, let’s have some dinner, it’s getting late. Grace, do you want to join us?”

Hearing her name, Grace was suddenly snapped to her senses. She had been staring dumbly at the pictures, but now she remembered where she was. She sat down next to Harry and was dimly aware as he continued to talk to Sabrina about her artwork but Grace’s mind was elsewhere.
Seeing the pictures had brought back a memory which she had long forgotten, hidden deep inside her. Years ago, near the beginning of her relationship with Harry, she had been staying at his when they had the house to themselves for an evening. Harry had just gotten off work and was taking a shower when Grace had decided to load up Netflix on his laptop. However, when she opened the screen she had found herself on a website called “fantasyfeeder.com”. It appeared to be some sort of fetish site. Scrolling down, Grace had seen countless pictures of enormous men and women with bulging guts stuffing their faces with copious amounts of food. She had slammed the laptop shut, throwing in back onto the bed where she’d found it and pretended she hadn’t seen anything. But it wasn’t from disgust of what she’d seen that she’d not said anything, nor even the fear of losing Harry should she have confronted him. She had remained silent from the uncomfortable feeling of arousal she had experienced while seeing those pictures and so she had buried the memory deep within herself.

Now however, it all came flooding back as she sat in Sabrina’s dining room. She was dimly aware of being handed a plate piled high with food and began to eat, silently, almost on autopilot, not really tasting it. Her mind wasn’t focussed on the food. It was still reeling.

Her mum had always told her that to be happy she needed to be beautiful and that to be beautiful she needed to be skinny and so she had always denied herself. She had denied herself extra helpings, denied herself dessert, even denied herself some meals when she felt she was putting on a little too much weight all from the incessant nagging from her mum. All in the pursuit of happiness! And yet, those women in the pictures were happy and so too had been all of the people on that website, all those years ago. They were happy and they were beautiful, except they weren’t skinny. Far from it! Their round fleshy bodies flashed through Grace’s mind as the foundations on which she had built much of her life crashed down around her. She didn’t need to be skinny to be beautiful, to be happy.
As she came to this realisation, she remembered the few times she had allowed herself to eat freely, unencumbered by the nagging doubts planted by her mum and she realised with shock that she had never enjoyed being skinny, despite the attention it had brought. She realised that her happiest moments had been in those moments of weakness when she had allowed herself to stuff her belly to the point of pain. When she had allowed herself to not care about her figure and she had begun to pack on a few pounds.

As she came to this realisation she suddenly became aware of the painful feeling of fullness in her belly and she looked down to see that the plate which had previously been piled high was now empty. Absentmindedly she rested a hand on her swollen belly, rubbing gently to relieve the pain. As she did so, her gaze wandered back up to the pictures on the wall and a thought suddenly came to her.

What if she were to become as large as the women in the photos? It would be a massive change but the more she thought about it, the more she became aroused at the thought. As she sat, digesting the first of what was surely to be many large meals, Grace made up her mind. Since being skinny hadn’t made her happy, she was going to get fat, as large as she could possibly become until gaining no longer brought her joy.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. It’s so nice to have company for dinner for once. Looks like Grace enjoyed it too” Sabrina said, giving Grace another sly smile and a quick, almost knowing, wink. “Like I said, you’re welcome to stay the night and I’ll give you a hand with your car in the morning if you help out with some work around here.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate it” Harry replied, letting out a loud yawn. “Now I don’t know about you both but I’m exhausted. I think I’m going to go to bed now if that’s okay?”

“Of course, let me show you where you’re sleeping.”

Sabrina led both Harry and Grace out of the dining room, Grace struggling slightly to get out of the chair with how swollen and bloated she was. Leading them up the stairs she ushered them into a bedroom with a sizeable king bed. With a rush, Grace realised that the covers on the bed were the same as those in the pictures downstairs and once again the images flashed through her mind, however, this time she felt no shame or confusion, only arousal. The minute Sabrina had left she stripped naked and collapsed onto the bed. Her hands unconsciously moved down to cradle her swollen belly, continuing to rub it gently, completely oblivious to Harry as she fell asleep, fantasising happily about how she would soon become as large as the models downstairs.