Chapter 5 - Revelations

“Of course, coming now.” After taking a bite of buttered toast and kissing Grace on the cheek, Harry hurried after Sabrina. “Thanks again for letting us stay the night and for helping to tow my car.”

“No problem” said Sabrina. We’ll jump in my truck and bring it back to the barn to see if we can get it running again.

About 5 minutes later they pulled up next to the wreckage of Harry’s car. It was far worse than he had realised the previous night. The side which had impacted the tree was caved in and most of the windows had shattered. The bonnet had also crumpled and it looked as though his front axle might have snapped as both front wheels were pointed in different directions. Looking at it now, Harry was amazed that neither he nor Grace had suffered any injuries.

“Wow, well I’m definitely not going to be able to get that running and even if I could it wouldn’t be legal to drive it. We’ll tow it back to the barn to get it out of the way for now.”

Following Sabrina’s instructions, Harry worked to hitch up his car to Sabrina’s truck and before long they were closing the barn doors, having safely stowed it away.

“I’d offer to give you both a lift to the nearest town but unfortunately it’s almost an hour each way and I’m already late on my farm chores.” said Sabrina apologetically. “Perhaps if you gave me a hand we could get them done faster and maybe this evening I could take you down.”

“Sure, that’s fine with me” Harry replied. “It’s not as though we have anywhere to be” he added glumly.

“Oh really? If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing driving around in the middle of the woods during a storm?”

“Well we kind of ran away from home. My parents were being complete…”

“Say no more” Sabrina interjected. “I never had a great relationship with my parents either. That’s how I ended up out here. Wanted to get away from it all and live a simple life.” She laughed. “Ironically I never realised just how much damn work it is running a farm, even if it’s only a homestead.” Sabrina smiled, flashing a wide grin at Harry.

Almost instinctively, Harry laughed. There was something about Sabrina that put him at ease. He wasn’t sure what it was but he felt incredibly drawn to her. Whilst not the kind of woman he would typically have chased, he found her alluringly attractive and he felt compelled to help her.

“I’ll bet. In that case we’d better get started if we want to finish today.”

And so, for the rest of the morning, Sabrina led Harry around the farm, instructing him on the numerous chores that needed to be completed. Harry cheerily helped out, even though this was substantially more physical labour than he had ever done before. The size of the farm was incredible. Considering Sabrina clearly lived alone and claimed not to sell any of her produce, she reared a wide array of livestock including cows, pigs, ducks and chickens. She even had a smokehouse where she hung her meat. On the other side of the farm, she grew a field of wheat and had a small mill to grind it into flour and beside that, another field of sugar cane and a small building where she claimed to convert the sugar cane into raw sugar. A small stream ran down the back of the farm boundary, near the treeline, which fed fresh water into a large pond which was teeming with fish and, nestled close up against the farmhouse, a very small garden grew an assortment of vegetables including potatoes, carrots and parsnips.

As they worked, Harry and Sabrina talked. They talked about everything and nothing. There was hardly ever a quiet moment as Harry told her everything there possibly was to know about himself, his life and his relationship with Grace. In the back of his mind, a quiet voice told him it was crazy to be opening up so freely to a complete stranger and yet it was so easy to ignore those small doubts.

In fact it felt so easy to talk to Sabrina that he was halfway through telling her all about his secret attraction to larger women before he realised what he was saying and stopped abruptly. For a moment he just stopped and stared at the handful of corn he was holding, about to scatter for the chickens. He had never told anyone about his fetish. Nobody! He had wanted to tell Grace numerous times but had been worried about what she would say. Worried that she would leave him in disgust. And yet, here he was, telling this woman he had only just met. She must think him crazy, disgusting, a freak! Slowly, reluctantly, he looked up at Sabrina, sure she would be sneering at him. However, she was doing nothing of the sort. Instead, she was cheerily scattering her own handfuls of corn, acting as though Harry had not said anything out of the ordinary.

Noticing the lull in conversation, she looked at him, seeing him staring at her. “Are you okay?” she asked, worriedly.

“Did you hear what I just said?” Harry replied nervously.

“Yes, you were telling me about how you’ve always been attracted to fat women and get particularly turned on by their belly rolls.” Sabrina said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

Sabrina laughed. “Why would it bother me? You’ve seen my artwork. I told you last night, I see the beauty that other people often ignore. Clearly you’re one of the few who also appreciates it.”

Harry blushed deeply. “So you’re…”

“I don’t like to put a label on what I am” Sabrina interrupted. “But I have an open mind and I’m not one to judge. Besides, why are you so scared to have told me? Clearly Grace knows.”

“What? No she doesn’t. I’ve never told her how I really feel.”

“Really? I don’t believe that. You must have seen her last night. She could hardly keep her eyes off my photos and the amount she ate for dinner, I was sure she was deliberately trying to gain.”

“No, she would never…” Harry paused, contemplating. Now that Sabrina mentioned it, Grace had been very quiet at dinner and her portion had been especially large. Suddenly the memory of his dream from last night jumped into his head and he blushed even more as he felt a stiffening in his crotch.

Sabrina smiled widely again. “Perhaps you should tell her. I think you’ll be surprised at how she might react. Who knows, she might even indulge your fantasies a little.” Sabrina winked coyly at him, sticking her tongue out and biting it playfully. “Anyway, I can finish up here.” She gestured around her at the chickens they had been feeding. “Why don’t you head back to the house and get some lunch for you and Grace. Feel free to grab as much as you want from the kitchen. I’ll come grab you in a couple hours when I start on the afternoon chores.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you in a bit” Harry mumbled distractedly. As he walked back to the house his mind was racing. Surely Sabrina must be mistaken. Grace had always been so careful with her figure. Sure, she liked to eat but she always made sure never to overdo it to the point that she’d put on any weight, even if it meant practically starving herself for a few days after she’d eaten a bit too much. It was one of the few things which had always bothered him about Grace. He loved her and thought she was beautiful regardless but he couldn’t help thinking that if she would just allow herself to let go a little, maybe pack on a few pounds, that she would be even more stunning. Again, his mind wandered back to the dream from last night, remembering Grace’s enormously fat blob of a body. How it had wobbled with every movement. How her fat rolls had squished softly between his fingers as he had been exploring every inch of her. The erection which had started building while talking to Sabrina was now fully stiff and making it slightly uncomfortable to walk.

Before he realised it, he was standing outside their bedroom door. He quickly re-adjusted himself, trying his hardest to hide his obvious arousal, not wanting Grace to get the wrong idea about him and Sabrina, and pushed open the door. He had expected Grace to be watching Netflix, as he had suggested, or scrolling through Instagram. Instead he found her sprawled out naked on the bed, completely uncovered and fast asleep. With a thrill he noticed the plates beside her, which only a few hours ago had been heaped high with food. Now one of them was empty, save only for a few crumbs and a smear of maple syrup. The other still had about half the food left but Harry calculated that Grace had easily eaten enough for the two of them combined. His eyes flicked to her belly and with another thrill, he saw that it was taut and bulging, clearly stuffed full with copious amounts of food.

Sabrina’s words of only a few minutes before, rang clearly in his head. “The amount she ate for dinner, I was sure she was deliberately trying to gain.” Could it be? Could Grace really be trying to gain weight or was this simply a stress response to being kicked out of his parent’s house? He moved to the side of the bed and bent down to wake her gently but before he could, his attention was caught by his laptop on the bedside table. He had not seen it from the doorway but he could clearly see now that it was open on “fantasyfeeder.com” on a profile he had never seen before “Gainer_Girl_Grace”. He smiled incredulous, recognising that the profile picture was indeed his girlfriend. Stunned and incredibly horny in equal measure, he skimmed her profile.

“Skinny girl looking to let loose and have some fun…keen to gain…willing to try stuffing…planning to post plenty of content…target weight of 400+ lbs”

Harry’s grin widened as his cock throbbed heavily. His mind was racing with the possibilities, imagining how Grace was going to look as she gained weight and got fatter and heavier. Seeing her get to over 400 lbs, her body swelling to enormous proportions. Thinking about how he was going to be the one to help her get there. How incredibly hot it would be to hand feed her to the point that she couldn’t physically eat any more and then to *** senseless.

Again, Sabrina’s words rang in his head. “Feel free to grab as much as you want from the kitchen.” His grin stretched impossible wide. This was going to be fun…