Chapter 10

Hannah didn't need to be told twice. After a short drive, Hannah was standing outside Erin's apartment and knocking on the door.

On the other side, dressed straight-from-the-gym in her black workout attire, Erin appeared like the chiseled goddess and greeted Hannah with a smile.

With a deep belly-swelling breath, Hannah stepped inside, relishing how awkwardly she could barely squeeze past Erin when going through the door frame. “I hope you don't have to redo too much work,” Hannah offered, probing to see Erin's reaction to her dramatic weight gain.

“It's no problem at all, but I'm glad you didn't wait to call.” Erin replied with a smile.

Looking her up and down, Erin examined the changes Hannah had wrought on her body: her calves and thighs were chubbier, her love handles and side rolls more pronounced and defined, her arms and chest had plumped as well, but all that was relatively minor compared to the drastic increase in the size of Hannah's belly, which now overhung her waistband completely. Hannah hadn't even tried to hide it in her t-shirt that left her lower belly completely exposed.

Blushing, Hannah admitted, “I could really use that new wardrobe. I'm having a hard time finding clothes that still fit me.”

Erin cocked her head to the side and examined the hem of Hannah's shirt, tugging it down slightly to see how snuggly it stretched around Hannah's paunchy.

The nerves in Hannah's skin exploded with awareness at the sensation of Erin's hands inside her hemline and directly on her belly.

“I bet this shirt would look cute as a crop top. I can do that in just a few minutes if you like.”

Hannah's pupils widened at Erin's offer to help her show off her belly even more. “You're the expert! I'm tired of pulling it down all the time and that would be far more comfortable!”

“I'd bet,” Erin smiled. “Do you want to change in the bathroom or—”

Hannah had awkwardly pulled the shirt off and over her head before Erin could even finish. She was here to test Erin's desires after all. Handing over her shirt to Erin, Hannah's soft body was on full display, and the whole of it was soft and covered with a noticeable layer of fat.

As she pushed a bit of overspilling breasts into her outgrown bra, Hannah carefully studied faintest blushing on Erin's face. If this tailor knew one thing, it seemed she knew how to keep her cool.

“I'll just be a moment in my office fixing this for you. Make yourself at home.”

Looking around the clean apartment, Hannah tried to get a sense for what kind of woman Erin was. Based on aesthetics, Hannah pegged Erin for some kind of gym goth.

As if by instinct, Hannah went to explore Erin's kitchen. There she found several large canisters of Huge Gainer shake powder—not unusual for a health nut, but also in line with the suspicions Hannah confirmed when she opened Erin's fridge to find multiple cartons of heavy cream. It seemed Erin was interested in building more than just her own body, Hannah mused.

“I'm back,” Erin announced as she handed Hannah her newly cropped top. “Find anything you like?” Erin asked.

“Yeah,” Hannah replied as she pulled the right shirt over her chest, “I saw your shake powder over here, and remembered how much I like that brand.”

“Oh, yeah? Do you work out much?” Erin asked politely. They both know the answer was no.

“Not much since college.”

“Well, they changed the formula recently. I think it tastes even better than it used to.”

“Did they? Maybe I'll have to try it again. Although, it seems I'm already getting bigger without the help,” Hannah commented with a playful shake of her exposed gut.

“Yeah, they call it Huge Gainer for a reason. You don't want to drink that stuff if you want to lose weight. Did you used to lift weights in college?”

“Only occasionally, but that's not why I drank it. I'm not really trying to lose weight, you know? I hope that doesn't make your job too much harder,” Hannah teased.

“Let's just call it ‘job security,’” Erin joked. “Speaking of which, we should probably get your measurements.”

“Measure away,” Hannah smiled. She had been looking forward to having Erin wrap the measuring tape around her soft growing body for weeks now.

“So why were you drinking those shakes, if you don't mind me asking?” Erin probed as she collected more of Hannah's increased measurements.

“Same reason as you: I wanted to get bigger.”

She had just said it, she had just put it out there. It must have been her excitement in control at that moment, but she couldn't take it back and Hannah was honestly glad for that fact.

“Well, I think it's working,” Erin replied cheerfully, having now gone completely and noticeably beet red. She even gave Erin's belly a gentle pinch. “You're looking great.”

“Thank you,” Hannah managed to speak past all her butterflies.

“Those, um, shakes aren't just for me. I also work as a personal trainer of sorts, and they're for my —”

“feedees?” Hannah suggested, chest pounding. It would have devastated her cuttinger to hear Erin lied and say something like “clients.”

After a pregnant pause, Erin nodded to confirm Hannah's theory.

“So are those canisters all spoken for, or do you have some for me?”

“You're a—”

“a feedee, yes, and you're—”

“A feeder,” Erin answered with a triumphant grin.

“I've always wanted to meet a feeder,” Hannah admitted. She had never felt so sexy as she had in that moment displaying her chubby figure to a fellow feedist.

“I'm not just any feeder, though,” Erin correct herself.

“Oh?” Hannah answered confused.

Erin stepped closer and put her hands on Hannah's pot belly. “I'm *your* feeder,” she declared before leaning down and sealing it with a kiss.