Chapter 7

Lying there next to one another, Ana couldn't help but feel strange having Meg play with her bloated, pudgy belly. She certainly enjoyed toying with Meg's sizeable gut and her soft curves. It wasn't until she saw her reflection having her own massive belly fondled and caressed by her mystery partner did the experience start to feel good. The problem, Ana sheepishly realized, was that it felt weird because her belly wasn't big enough yet.

"So, I, uh, know you were hoping to be my feedee, but..." Ana trailed off. Meg's locked eyes ensured that Ana finish her point. "Would you want to do this again sometime?" Ana asked shaking one of the empty boost cartons for emphasis.

"I'd love to, but you know I'm a mutual gainer, right? I'm a feedee and a feeder." Meg replied with a gentle tone and brushed Ana's bangs out of her face.

"You can be both?"

"You can be both. Hell, you are both," Meg teases with a pinch of Ana's chub. "Didn't you see that on my profile?"

"I must have missed that," Ana admitted sheepishly. "I had only been searching for feedees. I was too scared to admit I wanted to gain weight too."

"There's nothing to be scared about," Meg replied warmly, "but it's a good thing you met me then, huh?"

"A VERY good thing," Ana cooed, now feeling more at ease with hers and Meg's shared identities as mutual gainers.

"You make a very good feeder, by the way." Meg bashfully complimented. "I'm sure you'll be a great gainer too."

"It's not so hard with such a good feeder" Ana smiled back.

"How big do you want to get by the way?" Meg queried.

"Big." Ana announced. It felt good say that out loud. "Really big."

"Bigger than me?" Meg sparred flirtatiously.

"You're not so big," Ana teased with a smirk. "But that's a good first goal: catching up to you."

"Well that's going to be a moving target, babe," Meg purred, as she positioned herself atop Ana once more, "because I'm not going to slow down any time soon." Leaning over into Ana's ear, Ana could feel Meg's hanging gut press against her as Meg whispered, "my feeder's got big plans for me too."

"Feeders? plural?" Ana fished.

"Just the one, and she's the best I've ever had." Pressing her considerable weight onto Ana even further, Meg purred, "Can't you tell? The results speak for themselves." Moving down Ana's body with wet, gentle kisses, Meg added "but she sets a good example, and I think I can pass those benefits back on to you."

Apparently Meg's repositioning was another ruse to get yet another carton of boost from the box nearby. Jostling the car's suspension as she shifted back up onto her shins, Meg opened the carton and brought it to Ana's overstuffed, yet greedily waiting lips. "And one lesson she taught me is that it's important to finish every last drop. I'm not getting off you until you finish every carton in this box."

Meg took a muffled moan of arousal from Ana who was laboriously chugging the shake as a sign of approval and began grinding on Ana with every gulp she took.

Looking back towards the moonroof window, Ana saw that her fatter reflection had tapped out of her stuffing. This only seemed to encourage Ana to keep going herself. If she could outpace her obese reflection, maybe she'd catch up in no time.

"Where've you been hiding that enthusiasm from me?" Meg asked wide-eyed as Ana's pace quickened incredulously. "We must not stuffed you enough."

"Shut up and feed me more," Ana commanded with shake all over her face.

"No, no. When I'm the feeder, you need to beg." Meg demanded.

"Fucking please! Please feed me more!"

"That's my girl," Meg praised. "Drink up!"