chapter 5

That summer, there were two main things on our minds: sex and eating. I happened to get a summer job at a fast food joint, so I was able to take in two fattening, greasy meals twice a day each time I worked. I gorged myself on hamburgers, fries, and milkshakes every chance I got and spent much of my paycheck on things like donuts and ice cream. Eating for myself became intrinsically sensual. The full feeling of my stomach, the bloated hours afterwards, the food smeared around my plump lips and chin; it all aroused me enormously. Sometimes, even, after a particularly indulgent meal, I'd lock myself in the work restroom and finger my pussy while rubbing my huge bloated belly until I came powerfully and secretly. I was a complete slave to the allure of stuffing my growing belly.

Eric worked over the summer at an electronics factory as an intern. Since he didn't have the privilege of gorging himself on fast food daily like I did, I had to take his feeding into my own hands. Eric had a huge soft spot for sweets. I made sure to but him a dozen of donuts every few days. His job was more sedentary than mine; I was jealous. He packed on the pounds faster than I could, but by the end of the summer, we were both marked with swollen, angry red stretch marks.

Courtney and I decided to room together again for the following year. I couldn't wait to meet up with her again and tell her all the details on Eric's weight gain. I had seen some updates from her on Instagram, enough to realize she too was packing on the pounds this summer. I walked into our dorm to find her already moved in.
Her jaw dropped. "My God... What the F*** have you been eating?" she asked in disbelief.
"What?" I asked unknowingly, "do I look fat?"
"You look like a ***ing whale."
I pulled my shirt up to expose my soft, stretch-mark laden gut. "Are you saying that I'm fat?" I played with her.
"You fu**ing bit**." She laughed and shook her head in amazement. "How fu**ing fat are you, you cow? You've outgrown me! You fu**ing indulgent pig."
I was incredibly turned on and wet. I wanted her fat face to go down on me. I wanted her to sit on my fat belly and finger my pussy until I convulsed. "Courtney," I spoke innocently, "what's wrong? Are you jealous I'm the fattest one now?"
"Oh you fu**ing cu**," she teased. "How much does your *** weigh?"
"Um.. I was hoping you could help weigh me."
She immediately darked toward a box where I assumed the scale was stored. I quickly texted Eric and told him what was going on. We had discussed fantasies earlier and both decided that we'd try to stage a threesome with Courtney. Now was the perfect time. I hoped he'd get here in time, because I was reading to fu** Courtney.
She pulled out the scale and placed in on the ground. "Ok you fatty. Let's see how much you managed to pack on over the summer, you greedy, greedy pig."
I stepped on. I had no idea what had changed with me other than I knew I had to buy new pants a couple of times, and many of my shirts hardly pulled over my fleshy, jiggly stomach.
"262," Courtney read, "so how much have you gained over the summer?"
"Well, um. That;s like 40 pounds for me."
She reached and began massaging my gut. "I'm so jealous," she whispered into me ear.
"Um... What are you doing?"
"Don't act like you didn't want this, you fat bit**." She dug her tongue into my mouth and her hands.
"Courtney," I struggled, "I have a boyfriend," I told her, fully confidant he would come in any moment.
I shuddered and shut down as she pinned me down to the bed under her weight. She began exploring my body; she yanked down my sweatpants and began fingering me. I didn't even try to stop here. I was completely overcome by her touch and felt like I'd come any second. Finally, Eric stepped into the room. We stopped and stared at him, waiting to hear what he would have to say.