Chapter 4 - heavy calculations

He rolled over and opened his eyes. Mike could see his alarm clock glowing, 2:00AM. He noticed something was off, he was in this bed alone. There was a three hundred something pound girl next to him when he fell asleep, and now there wasn't.

Was it all a dream? Did she leave in the middle of the night. Why would she? Mike panicked. He jumped out of bed and opened the bedroom door. He was suddenly relieved.

"Oh man, guess I'm busted," Taylor said as she slowly licked some ice cream off of a spoon.

She sat on a stool adjacent to a counter in his kitchen. She was completely nude and her belly rested beautifully on her thighs.

"I see you bought the most fattening ice cream on the market." Taylor said as she held the half gallon of Chocolate Peanut Butter Ice Cream while reading the nutrition facts. "And I noticed that while most people have one box of ice cream in their freezer, you happened to have 6."

"Alright fess up buddy," she said playfully as she pointed the spoon at him? "Are you a feeder or something?"

They both laughed. "You are...incredible," Mike shook his head in disbelief. "You just ate enough junk food to feed an entire city a few hours ago, and here you sit mowing through a half gallon of ice cream."

"Haven't you ever heard of a midnight snack?" She laughed and her belly jiggled noticeably.

Mike walked towards her and began to rub her huge belly as if it were a piece of art.

"So how much is that?" He said as she lifted another spoonful to her mouth.

"Um, 360 calories and 24 grams of fat per serving, 10 servings, 3,600 calories and 240 grams of fat." She said as if it were a minuscule number.

As she polished off the last bite, Mike began walking through the kitchen. "OK so I have to say it," he said.

"Yes, I know, I know, I should probably go to bed," she replied as she gave a frown.

"No, that's not what I was going to say," Mike said as he opened the fridge. "I think you should drink this first to help you fall asleep," Mike said as he pulled out a big carton of eggnog and poured it into a huge glass.

Taylor gave a huge smile, "you are really getting to know me aren't you?"
She drank the eggnog quickly, stopping only once to catch her breath.

Mike approached her as if to help her off to bed. She grabbed his hand, but took his index finger and placed it in her mouth. She took it deep into her mouth while looking Mike right in the eye. She then ran his wet finger down her belly and inserted it deep into her belly button. Mike became instantly rock hard.

They hurried off to bed and made love again and again before finally passing out for the night.

They slept in the next day until 11AM. As Mike awoke he found himself in a spooning position with Taylor. His arm wrapped around her belly. He could feel her belly move up and down as she breathed.

As she slowly awoke she gave a big yawn. "Good morning handsome," she said.

"So how are you feeling sweetie," Mike said obviously referring to the multiple feasts that took place the day before.

"I feel fantastic, I'm pretty hungry, but I feel fantastic," Taylor said smiling.

They both sat up in bed and chatted for a bit. Recapping the glorious feeding they experienced yesterday.

Taylor slowly got up and began to get dressed. "Whoa are you headed off to the kitchen already?" Mike said.

"No, I know it sounds lame, but I have to go get some work done. I'm supposed to review 100 graduate papers this weekend and it's going to suck big time," Taylor said as she pulled her dress back over head. It didn't fit right anymore. Her belly protruded so much the dress found itself hiked inappropriately up the top of her legs.

"Dammit," she said as she began to look frustrated. "How am I going to walk 10 blocks like this."

Mike stood up and approached her, he grabbed her hands. "Listen, I would normally never move anything this fast, but I've met a lot of women in my life and not a single one has the beauty, personality, and appetite that you have. Stay with me here and forget work. Maybe you could, I don't know, move in."

Taylor stepped back a little freaked out. "I literally just met you yesterday, are you crazy?"

"I know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Mike said. "I'll take it back."

Taylor walked out the bedroom door with her head down into the living room, Mike followed her. She turned around and look at Mike with a serious look on her face.

"Look," she paused, "last night was amazing and I think you're really cool, but you don't know me yet and you don't understand how much this lifestyle means to me. I cannot commit to someone unless I know that with every fiber of their being that they are committed to helping me devour endless amounts of food and growing as huge as my body and my imagination allows me to grow. It's part of who I am, it's written in my DNA, and I'm not willing to settle for anything less."

Mike was kind of insulted. They stood and stared at each other for a minute and then Taylor turned around and walked for the door.

"Wait," Mike said emphatically. Taylor stopped and turned around slowly. "I want to show you something," he said as he opened a door next to the kitchen.

"Look, I know you have a nice place, but I don't need to see the rest of your apartment" Taylor said, "I have to go, bye."

"Taylor, stop!" Mike insisted, "you accused me of not being into this with every fiber of my being and it's kind of insulting. Now please come over here for one minute."

Taylor turned around shaking her head somewhat frustrated and followed Mike into the other room. He flipped on the light and what she saw made her jaw drop.

There was an incredibly large reclined leather chair in the center of the room. It must have been 6 feet wide. There were tubes hanging from the ceiling and tubes coming up from the floor. There were several flat screens on the wall opposite the chair and a tablet computer adjacent to one of the armrests. The tubes above the chair ran across the ceiling to the back of the room, connecting to large refrigerated containers.

Taylor knew exactly what she was looking at, but she was in such awe that she asked on reflex, "what, what is this??"

Mike laughed, "I told you I was an engineer. I like to build things."

"It's amazing," she said, "it's like you broke into my head while I was sleeping and pulled this right from one of my dreams." Taylor stroked the leather on the chair and admired all the tubes running along the ceiling.

"I'm sorry," she said as she took her clothes off. She began walking slowly towards the leather chair like a moth towards a light bulb. "I had you wrong, we are ***ing perfect for each other."

She lay there naked in the incredibly comfortable chair. She looked so tiny as it was obviously made for someone three times her size. She began laughing as she looked around the room. On the ceiling there was beautiful Rubenesque artwork.

"Before we get started," Mike said as he turned on one of the flat screen TV's. Numbers began calibrating and a large display read 310lbs. "This is what you weigh right now. There is a scale on the floor and the weight of the chair has been subtracted."

Taylor smiled, "that's awesome baby, but we really need to increase that number ASAP."

Taylor moaned momentarily, "oh God you know what just made me so wet?"

"What's that?" Mike replied.

"I just imagined a 1 in front of 310. That's so ***ing hot! Oh!"

Mike felt a huge erection coming on. Did Taylor truly imagine herself anywhere near 1,310lbs? Was that even possible?

Mike approached the chair. Taylor reached up and grabbed his shirt, she pulled him in very close and kissed him.

She then leaned to the side of his head and whispered in his ear with a very sexy voice, "I need you to promise me something" Mike paused, "anything," he said.

"I want this more than anyone has ever wanted anything. I don't understand it and I probably never will, all I know is that this is what I want and I won't settle for anything less."

Mike interjected, "Taylor, I know what you want, we want the same thing. But with that said, I still think it would be really hot if you elaborated."

Taylor continued, her mouth still an inch from his ear. "I want to be the fattest, the greediest, most gluttonous, most lustful, most insatiable, most hedonistic woman on this planet. And I want you to promise me you will do everything you can to make that happen."

Mike responded without hesitation, "there is nothing else I could ever imagine wanting more in my life than to make that happen. So yes, I promise."

Taylor moved her head back in front of Mike's, still holding his shirt firmly, "good. And one more thing, you better make sure you stay sharp on your engineering skills," she said as she gave a big smile.

"Oh, and why is that?" Mike replied as they were still two inches from each others face.

"Because one day soon you're going to need to build me a bigger chair," she replied with a devious look.

Mike laughed with joy. This was all happening very fast, but he was very much excited.

"So, how does 10,000 calories of fattening eggnog sound?" Mike said as he walked to one of the refrigerated tanks at the back.

Taylor smiled and nodded. "It sounds delightful!"

She placed the tube in her mouth. The thick, rich liquid began to travel up to the ceiling and then down into her anxiously awaiting mouth.

She closed her eyes and laid back in the chair, she became very aroused. She then thought to herself "now this is exactly how a real feedee should be treated."