Chapter 1

I finally landed my dream job, at least for an FA. I had graduated from culinary school a few months ago, into a rough economy. The prospects seemed pretty dim, with the exception of short order cooks and other fairly low skilled positions.

I saw an ad for a chef at the catering service at South Florida University. I called and emailed my resume, they responded and I got an interview. They’re position was part time, they didn’t have a lot of conferences scheduled. I thought that was it, when at the last minute, the interviewer said that one of the sorority houses on campus needed a cook, great!

I interviewed with the girl who was the house manager, we hit it off, she had me meet the executive board of the house, and the girls hired me.

The house, Delta Chi was just off campus, with its own swimming pool, about thirty girls lived in the house. My duties were breakfast, lunch and dinner five days a week. I would be off on Saturday and cook dinner on Sunday evening. The pay was not much, but the University catering gig was for mostly Saturday conferences, so it would work perfectly.

I being only in my early twenties made it even more of a dream job. I would be cooking for thirty little hotties, who wore mostly bikini swim suits around the house and I would be essentially in control of their weight!

I started the week the girls got back on campus from summer break. We had an open house for the parents and a couple of “rush” functions.

During the open house one of the girl’s step-mothers came up to me in the buffet line. She had had a bit much to drink and was obviously a “trophy wife”. I found out that she had just married the recently divorced dad of one the seniors.

Her step-daughter was a petite little cutie named Amanda, she was fairly popular with the other girls. She was only five foot two and weighed, I guessed about one ten.

The stepmother, Heather, slipped five c-notes into the pocket of my chef’s jacket. She whispered to me, “Make sure Amanda is waddling with a pot belly and a nice fat booty when she comes home at Thanksgiving and there will be five more of those for you!”

I was shocked, that anyone would want her daughter or step-daughter fattened up. But I had fantasies about plumping up my charges anyway, so to get paid to direct my culinary attack on one girl, was no big deal.

I started on my mission the very next morning, loading Amanda’s plate with a nice rich omelet, bacon, sausages and a tall glass of sweetened orange juice. She giggled, “A girl could get fat eating like this everyday!” as she carried her plate to one of the tables.

I also served the other girls a nice rich breakfast too, as not to raise any suspicion in Amanda’s mind that I was paying any special attention to what she ate.

I fixed rich heavy lunches too. Cheese burgers, cheese fries, brats, potato salad smothered in mayonnaise and my dinners were rich and filling.

I kept the pantry well stocked with fresh baked cookies to be sure that there were plenty of snacking opportunities for the girls when I was not around.

It paid off! Most, if not all of my charges wore bikinis for lunch and most afternoons, hanging out around the house’s swimming pool. It was not long before I noticed, rounder tummies, love handles, thickening thighs , and some bubble bottoms developing.

There was a small group that was really into food and eating. I think they had some sort of weight gain desire or maybe just “foodies”. I could always count them to have seconds and they always had desert!

The group, Janie, Anne, Sally and Carol usually hung around the kitchen while I was there, talking to one another and me. They liked to nibble and I made sure there was plenty to nibble on. I asked them about Amanda one day, “So, do any of you know what the story is with Amanda, I could not help but notice how she and her step-mother did not get along.”

Carol laughed, “That’s an understatement, Ned if I ever heard one! Amanda hates Heather, she blames her for ruining her parent’s marriage. She thinks Heather is a total gold digger too. Amanda’s mom and Heather hate each other too. Heather likes to flaunt her skinny figure in front of her, Amanda’s Mom is a plumper.”

Much to my surprise, Amanda joined my little foodie group. She started taking larger portions and eating desert, and sometimes more than one desert. She also hung out more after lunch with Janie, Anne and Sally.

I started to notice, that all of my foodies were gaining weight, but especially Amanda. She was the shortest of the five, so the extra calories showed on her figure sooner than the other girls. I saw that she had a grown a little tummy and had some nice love handles around the waist band of her bikini bottom. Her thighs now were thicker and her bottom was barely contained in her bikini too. She seemed very happy, never shied away from having seconds or deserts.

In October we had a parent’s weekend. Heather and Amanda’s dad were on a trip to Europe, scheduled no doubt by Heather to be sure they would miss the parent’s weekend.

But it was the perfect opportunity for Amanda’s mom to visit without the risk of an embarrassing encounter with Heather and her ex-husband.

Amanda’s mom, Julie, had gone from plumper to obese. She had always had issues with her weight, but with the stress of the nasty divorce and other changes in her life, she turned to food and eating for solace.