Chapter 4 the plot thickens, and it isn't alone

Kelly


The night after Carl and I saw Candy again I had yet another dream, in this one both were stuffing me full of ice cream, as I said “No. Don’t. I will get fat.” In a badly failed monotone. They didn’t seem to notice, they just kept going, feeding me more and more. Candy even gave out a cheesy mwahahaha type laugh. I had that dream night after night for some time, maybe because I suspected that Carl was trying to fatten me up. Well, hoped he was. That sounds crazy doesn’t it? Well whatever. The idea was hot. In all honesty I don’t know if it was a food thing he didn’t tell me that or not. If we told me we could have so much fun eating together. Well, I would do most of the eating to be honest, but we’d definitely be together. On the other hand there was something exciting about the whole cat and mouse game of things. About not being sure what someone meant, and knowing they feel the same about you. The naughty feeling of doing something wrong in secret. It felt, I don’t know, dirty? But if it was dirty, it was dirty in the best kind of way



Carl.


The days went by, turning into weeks, and even months. Kelly kept gaining weight, much to my satisfaction, the guilt I had originally felt about my scheme with Candy melted away like the butter on our ⁶refilled movie popcorn that was eaten almost entirely by Kelly. I noticed her clothes changing as she finally gave in and started getting bigger things. I noticed Candy growing ever more Giddy and excited, as she gave us more ice cream each week. Okay, that may be an exaggeration, but the a point was simple, the servings were growing. Not that I was complaining, I loved Kelly's appetite growing, along with herm umm, everything else. As horny as this sounds, I just wish I could see the change pm her naked body. What? I’m 19, that’s normal.


Professor Isenbaum



As I taught the course on human sexuality I couldn’t help but notice two students, Carl and Kelly. They were together before and after each class, and they both seemed very curious about anything related to fetishes. If they aren’t already a couple, they should be. I suspect they would have a lot of fun I’m bed if nothing else. Last week we went over a study on common fetishes and both of their hands shot up at the mention of feederism. Even more noteworthy, they each wore a fairly obvious blush when they did so, and each looked across the room at the other, somehow not noticing that their gaze was returned. Aahh to be young again. Still, I had to know if my suspicions were correct.

One day I had an idea that would likely get me disciplined if my superiors knew of it. I came into work one day with an assignment for the students, they were to write an anonymous paper on fetishes, each student was given a number to sign the paper with rather than a name, to ensure they had no fear of being discovered only I would know which student had each number. Even my TA wouldn’t know.

When the time came that the papers were due I had each student send them to me by E-mail, to ensure nobody saw the physical papers and put together who had each number. I immediately looked at the papers by Kelly and Carl. Unsurprisingly they each had a fetish themselves, Carl was a feeder, and Kelly was a feedee. Called it. I was tempted to drop some hints to them about each other, but didn’t. That would be highly inappropriate and unprofessional. Anyway, I graded the papers honestly and sent an E-mail with a graded version to each student.


Kelly


I opened up my computer and saw the tabs open to videos and articles about women gaining weight, I ignored them for now and went to my email, which read one message from professor Isenbaum, my grade is in!

At the top was a B- . I was mortified and quietly cursed out my professor as I read. This may not seem like much, but it was the worst grade I had gotten in years. It had the note “Good, but too much ranting. Don’t let personal desires become the primary focus of the paper.” Next to the grade. In hindsight, the professor kind of had a point. Looking over the paper again I did focus rather excessively on how someone would be excited by the notion of gaining weight. I said to myself aloud “Well, how could I NOT talk about that? The very idea I’d intoxicating. Some people had gotten so fat that they couldn’t even stand anymore, and they still wanted to keep gaining! Even the idea of it has me salivating. Fine, a below average grade on just one paper meant nothing, I just had to pick it up a bit as the class went on.


Carl

Okay, paper should be back today. I thought as I got out of a photography course. I ran straight back to my room, past my roommate, and to my desk where I left my laptop on Thursdays since none of my classes needed it. The Email had my paper back, it was a B-. One of my better papers if I’m honest. Under the letter grade was the note “Well done, very passionate, but you rant too much, don’t let your personal desires become the focus of your work in this class. It is meant to be academic.” As I was reading the professor’s notes my phone rang, the ID said “Kelly” so I answered immediately. “Hey Kelly, how’s it going?” Kelly grumbled a bit and said, “Fine, Isenbaum gave me a bad grade though. It’s a B minus.” I tried not to say anything about how that’s not a bad grade. Instead I said “Let me guess, passionate, but gets hung up on your likes too much?” I heard a gasp followed by a short delay and “Are you E stalking me?” which just made me laugh as I said “No. Not at all. I got the same grade for the same reason. I bet the professor gets it a lot when students write about their own kinks.” There was another pause, followed by


Katie

“How did you know I wrote about my own stuff?” to which he said “I didn’t, but I do now.” In a tone that made me think he must feel very smug right about now. But wait! This was a perfect chance to figure out if I’m right about his liking fat girls! So I asked, “So, what fetish did you do it on anyway?” and got a response of “If you want to know my secrets why not start by telling me yours?” Reciprocation was the only way he would tell me, I still wasn’t confidant enough to tell him first though. So I heaved a sigh and said “Eh, it was worth a try anyway. But I’ll only tell you if you yell me first, and I suspect you feel the same way, yes?”


Carl


When all was said and done neither of us said a damned thing. God I wanted her to just spill it already. Oh well. By the end of the call I did get one thing out of her though, she would meet me at Brain Freeze for a sundae. She must be on board with gaining. Her clothes had to be replaced, and she’s always up for ice cream. Oh well.


Kelly


I got to the ice cream store to see Candy. Perfect! I beat Carl here this time, so I could speak with her alone. As I walked up to the counter she waved at me excitedly. As she waved I couldn’t help but focus on one thing. Every part of her jiggled as she moved. Her arms jiggled, even the one that wasn’t waving. Her face even jiggled a bit, mainly around her double chin. Yeah, the old cheer squad would have ripped her apart for that. As I got up to her I said “Hi Candy, just waiting on Carl who I’m meeting here. How have classes been going?

My talk with Candy was interesting. She offered to let me use her employee discount so I could get something nicer today without feeling guilty about it. Yeah, she was clearly trying to mend bridges with me. Good. It’s always nice to see everyone is on the same page. “Thank you Candy, you have no idea how much this means to me,” I had to take a deep breath to collect myself and said “Yes I know it’s small, but any sign of sincerely wanting to put the past behind us is wonderful.”



Candy



That sanctimonious bitch. I hope that CA ruins her and turns her into nothing but a ball of lard. Hell, I gained three pounds this month, but she already looks like shes gaining more than me. I don’t know numbers, but all of her features are just a bit softer. Her clothes were fitting tightly, then gave way to new stuff entirely. I vet she had to go up a size. Well, buckle up bitch. That may be the first, it sure as hell isn’t the last. I won’t stop till you’re more of a butterball than I am. But for now a sweet smile and a friendly thanks. “Thank you so much, that was touching, really it was.” Just then I heard the door opening. Here is pawn number two

“Carl! Glad to see you’ve made it! You should check out today's special, it’s a Bogo on sundaes, I know you two loved that one, so you can have one each!” I had one thought in my mind as I spoke. Or so that Kelly can eat them both and graduate from being a bitch to being a porker. Hehehe.


Carl


Okay I think I see where this is going. Candy is giving us deals that will encourage us to eat more. Well, encourage Kelly to eat more anyway. She’ll wear the happiest face she can to fool Kelly. Wonder what she’d think if she knew fat was exactly what Kelly wanted? Well, I think it’s what she wants anyway. Hope it at the very least. Am I just being a tool un Candy’s revenge scheme? Maybe Kelly wants to stay skinny, maybe I’m just engaging in delusional, happy lies and playing right into her hands. I shook my head slightly. No, I had a real chance to be happy now, to nuzzle up to my beautiful bea as she blooms bigger and bigger. God I hope that is what happens.


Kelly


As I ate my sundae at lightning speed I couldn’t help but look into Carl’s eyes as he savored his own. Okay. He said he doesn’t care if I’m fat or skinny, I suspect he wants me fatter too, but that may just be wishful thinking on my part. Well, even if what he says is true, he doesn’t care if I put on a bit of weight, maybe I’ll just tell him.

Aaaannndd my ice cream is gone. I must have gotten so caught up in my thoughts that I forgot about it and let my body just go on autopilot.

Candy.


I think I caught Carl shooting me a dirty look for a second there it ended immediately after he saw me though, so it’s hard to catch what it is. The two kissed and left in opposite directions, until Carl circled back. To talk. This’ll be great, wonder what devious plans he has for feeding Kelly now. Maybe a buffet day. I’ll have to tell him.


Carl


I walked away from the ice cream shop, randomly glancing behind to see Kelly, thankfully she never turned back herself, I didn’t want her seeing this. As I got back to Brain Freeze I saw Candy, she said “Oh, welcome fellow farmer!” I gave her a confused expression and shrugged. So she said “Well, we are fattening up a pig together right? So that makes us farmers, right?” God I hated that she was right. But I was definitely hoping Candy’s plan to have Kelly glimpse up was a success. Candy said “You afraid Kelly will notice that you always take her here?” I shrugged. I have no idea to be honest. Kelly is pretty smart, but she has her own reasons to come back. She wants to mend bridges with Candy. Wonder if she’d still want to if she knew what was going on. Candy ignored my pensive silence and said “So, I know a guy who knows a guy who works at the buffet that just opened down the lane, Hefty Hank’s Hog Heaven. I guess Hank is as much a fan of alliterations as he is of pork.” Candy winked at me as she said “They have plenty of both at 4H. So, I managed to score you a pair of tickets. But they’re for a promo about to end, so you’ll have to take her there tomorrow to pig out.” Originally I wanted to tell Candy our little deal was over, but a buffet really did sound like a great idea. I took the tickets that Candy held out and left with a quick “Thank you.”