Chapter 5 - the race begins part 2

A received B’s message and was excited at the thought that she could outgrow some random athletic dude on the internet. She reread her own message and noticed something - she had not yet finished her shake. Looking down at her shake, she glanced to the side at her distended belly as it pushed slightly into her thighs. She couldn’t come short of what she told someone she did, and she needed to make her belly rest on her thighs even when it was empty. She gulped down the rest of the shake and got ready for bed. Wobbling over to her bed, she subconsciously started rubbing her aching belly. Once her head hit her pillow, she looked down and was satisfied to see that he belly stuck up significantly above the rest of her. She caressed it gently as she drifted off to sleep.

A spent the rest of the next two weeks finding it hard to make time for stuffing herself. She delivered on the promise to do an all day stuffing, but she was only able to do so over one weekend. She brought a whole milk shake of 1,880 calories with her every day to make sure she exceeded her needed calories, and she ate regular, slightly large meals. As she developed these habits, her capacity grew. Within a week of classes starting, she was no longer satisfied if she did not have at least 3,000 calories in a day. She found concentration to be difficult in class when she had such strong ambitions for her body outside of class. Dropping her most involved class brought her to minimum full-time student course loading, and it was the final nail in the coffin for her to be able to aggressively gain. Her conversations with B had continued, normally with the discussion centering around recent content A had made or about current events. She enjoyed B’s lack of pushiness and seemingly genuine appreciation for how hard the work of being a feedee was. Four weeks had gone by since the beginning of the semester, and they were gone in a flash.

February

“Uhm, I weighed myself today. You may actually be closer to my weight than I thought... I haven’t weighed this little since high school.” He attached a picture of the scale. It read 147.2. B was astonished and exhilarated. The prospect of a tiny girl eating herself into being bigger than him was strangely thrilling. He also wasn’t one to lose a competition easily - not that this was a competition.

“Hahaha I was only one pound less than that last time I weighed in.” A was still enjoying the idea of outgrowing this 6’ tall guy who claimed he was recently very athletic.

“Dang! When was that?” asked B.

“About a week ago, so you are probably smaller than me now ;) I plan on being 150 by mid March” A teased.

“Holy crap! How on earth did you gain 6 lbs in three weeks?! I know you’ve been drinking a lot of shakes, but your metabolism must have finally tanked.
I’ve been wanting to get in shape again, and I would like to get back up to at least 160. I know muscle takes longer than fat to build, so you will probably beat me there. I at least should rebound a few of those pounds quickly though. Do you want to race to 160 lbs?”

A didn’t know how to respond. Her goal on her account was 150, but she knew she couldn’t stop that soon. She wanted more. She needed more.

During this conversation, she was in the middle of editing together her most recent before and after. She found a picture of herself when she had first started gaining in a blue, stretchy dress. She had carefully recreated the pose (much more difficult without her ex there to direct her), and she put them side-by-side. Not only were these usually a hit with her followers, but she found they were excellent motivation for her. When the first picture was originally posted, she had commented on how she had never been more stuffed. She was completely empty in the second one, and her belly gently touched her lap. She was so proud of finally managing to get her empty belly to “rest” on her lap, but she knew she would have to gain more if she wanted it to truly sit on there. In the distraction of editing and the lack of a decision on how much interaction she wanted with a stranger, she forgot to respond.

Over the next two days, B had begun working out again. Whether the lady from the internet wanted to race or not, it was time to get back in shape. He found that, being lighter, he could do around as many push-ups as he was able to do before. Same with planking and sit-ups. His run pace for the four miles he chose was slow, but he did not feel especially winded. He finished up with some yoga to recover, and he used the hunger generated from his exercise to eat a large meal. He had been eating less for so long. He had a glass of whole milk and approximately 1,600 calories of pasta, but he was barely able to finish it. Thinking of how A could devour this casually in one sitting, he got on his blog. Viewing the progress of several feedees, he came across an update from A.

“I have something special in store. I don’t want to spoil it, but I’ll let you all know I popped a button,” read the caption. The picture was of her in the red dress with the buttons on the side. She was bulging out of it significantly more than she was in her last picture in it. B went to making a comparison shot for her. He put the three pictures of her in the dress together with their dates and sent it to her.

“Hey, I know I’m just an internet stranger. Please know there is zero pressure to race me. This is your gain, and you don’t owe me anything. Also, LOOK AT HOW MUCH YOU HAVE GROWN! The last time you were in this dress, you were straining the buttons just a bit. Now, I am surprised you were even able to get it on.”

To his surprise, she responded quickly. “Sorry for not responding. I just didn’t know what to say. But yes, I’ll race you. It’s not like you stand a chance, anyway.”

“Hah! Okay, but I’ll have you know that some of my weight really rebounded once I started eating like I used to and started working out. I know that weight can fluctuate a lot short-term, but I was 148.6 this morning.”

“Haha well, good luck, loser. I was 147.4 two days ago, and I’ve started drinking at least one shake per day while eating at least 3,000 calories outside of the shakes. That is a minimum of 3,000 calories above my BMR per day, so you probably already have some catching up to do!”

He couldn’t believe it. He was lucky he had started without hearing back from her. “You really don’t plan on letting me win this thing, do you? Also, what happened to being 150 by mid March?! I guess I’ll have to start gaining fat as well if I want a chance of keeping up.”

“Nothing wrong with a little dirty bulking!” A replied. B was surprised to hear a term related to athletically gaining weight come from her.

“What got you into gaining, by the way?” B asked.

“It was an ex boyfriend. He was really into it and told me about it. I really liked the way the weight piled on me, and here we are. I guess he at least left me with that,” said A.

“Well, I’m glad you met him. It’s rare for a feedee to come around who is passionate about gaining, beautiful, and good at producing quality content.” It was late, and B had to go to sleep. He was loving the conversation, but it would have to continue later.