Chapter 23 - Epilogue

Jesse chuckles as he recounts the story these days. Most of these young people don’t get it. They’d grown up discovering the fat fetish sites and socials for themselves. For them, it had only ever been one simple internet search away. They couldn’t imagine being in their mid-twenties and not knowing that other people had urges to grow fatter for the sheer pleasure of it. It’s hard for them to picture Emily and Jesse’s early romance, talking quietly on the corded phone every week, with Jesse trying his best to keep their conversations private. All of this was not particularly known about back then, and Jesse often wondered what his life would have been like had he gone to college in these times, instead of back in the early nineties. Somehow, he imagined that his waistline would have been hit a lot harder and faster than in the times he had been there.

“Someone’s been following the diet plan!” Jesse nodded, seeing young Kirk at the feedee event he and Emily organised each year, around Thanksgiving. “Very nice!” he smiled, as the chubby guy lifted his arms and spun around for him to show off the size of his gut. “I’d never guess that you used to play football now,” he stated, knowing from experience that that was probably the compliment he had most wanted to hear himself, back when he was gaining the first hundred pounds or so.

The fattening man looked proud, lifting his large arm over his stick thin fiancee, whose hand slipped onto his broad belly. She had been rather vocal about Kirk reaching three hundred pounds before their wedding day next March. However, Kirk looked like he was already well over that threshold and destined to become ever more massively obese, even before he had a ring on his finger.

In their mid fifties, Emily and Jesse were two very large fat people, weighing in at a combined total of over 900lbs. They’d embraced the extreme side of their desires and, despite having to maintain a certain level of exercise to keep the joints and back troubles in check, they continued to enjoy every single blubbery pound. They were legends on the feeder and feedee scene: knowledgeable, friendly and approachable. If someone came to them expressing a genuine need to fatten up, the two could tell them exactly how to do it in the fastest and safest way possible. In fact, many of the blubbery pounds on show that night were as a direct result of their wise words and advice to these once slim, lost souls. Jesse remembered those dark days of feeling so alone and openly ridiculed for his desires and vowed that he would never let anyone else go through what he went through. He would surround them all with love and encouragement to help every last one of them achieve what they all needed. He would help to give them the community they deserved.

“I think the attendees are getting fatter every year we run one of these things,” Emily laughed, standing hand in hand with Jesse as they watched the beer-soaked, fat bellied men dancing away with wide-hipped, flabby girls in the middle of the dancefloor.

“I think you might be right,” Jesse nodded, proudly overseeing them all and knowing that he had helped to create this small world that he most wanted to live in.

Emily leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, making Jesse blush, even after all these years. Then, hand in hand, the two enormous lovers took themselves off for the night.