chapter 1

My phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw a name I hadn't seen in a good bit. Melissa. I tentatively picked it up and immediately hear blubbering on the other end.
“Melissa honey, calm down. What's wrong?”
Through tears, Melissa cries, “He- h- he left ME.”
Oh no.
Melissa and Jason had been together for almost two years now. When they got together, Melissa and I had slowly drifted apart. Of course she would turn to me now of all times, after not seeing each other for over a year.
I tell her, “I’m so sorry.” But then, curiosity strikes and I ask, “Did he say why?”
New sobs wrack Melissa and I realize that asking was a mistake. In an attempt to rectify the situation, I ask her if she wants me to come over to her apartment. She mumbles agreement and I grab my keys.

Once in my car, I realized that I probably shouldn’t head over empty handed so I decided to stop by the grocery store. Breakups require ice cream, right? So I grab a pint for me, and a pint for Melissa. On the way to the register, I grab a soda for each of us and head to her apartment.

I knock on Melissa’s door and wait. And wait. Finally, I decide to grab the spare from the flower pot and head inside. When I go in, the place is a disaster. There are food wrappers, empty bottles, pizza boxes, and various other food related trash covering the living room floor. This isn’t like Melissa at all, so I called out her name to see where she is. I hear a weak answer from the master bedroom, so I delicately step over the scattered refuse and make my way down the hallway.

In the bedroom, I finally see her. There’s no way to put it other than that she’s simply huge. She is twice the size that I remember her being. I try to hide my shock to prevent further upsetting her, but it’s hard. She was asleep in bed facing the other wall, so I tip toed over and sat down next to her. I patted her shoulder gently and let her know I was there, and she groggily turned to face me. If I thought her body was different, I was not ready to see her face. Her face had ballooned, and I wasn’t sure how much was puffiness from crying and how much was from the astronomical amount of weight that she had gained in the past year.
Melissa finally speaks and says, “Thank you so much for coming over, I still just can’t believe this is happening.” She started crying again and I just patted her consolingly until she was able to speak again.
“He said he was into it. So we started experimenting, but then he said I liked it too much. He said I was too- too-” she broke off into sobs.
“Honey, he said you’re too what?”
“Too FAT for him,” she exploded and the tears began again.
I started thinking about her unexpected weight gain and the state of the apartment. It was all starting to come together. Being a feeder myself, I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t already figured it out. So Melissa and Jason both had feeder/feedee fetishes, but Jason got more than he bargained for. Wow.
Knowing Melissa since college, I never would have imagined her having this fetish. Melissa was always looks oriented, and kept a close eye on her figure. But that was how many years ago now? This Melissa, fat and crying on the bed in front of me, had no traces left of the slim, strong, college aged Melissa that I had known all those years ago.
“No honey, why would he say that you were too fat for him, you look great! You just need a shower to get all cleaned up and you’ll feel so much better. Pretty soon you’ll realize that you didn’t even need him!”
Melissa sat up with a struggle, then looked me in the eyes with her teary ones and sniffled. “You really mean it?”
“Of course I do! Now come on and let’s get you into the bathtub.”
Melissa got up, and the bed groaned. She waddled to the bathroom and told me to wait outside, and that she would be done in just a moment. I sit down on the bed and take in my surroundings. Amongst the mess of discarded wrappers, I spy a funnel and feeding tube. Whoa. They really were into feeding.
Melissa called meekly from the bathroom, “Hey can uh- can you come help me?”
I opened the door gently and peeked inside, not knowing what to expect. Melissa had gotten her shirt stuck while taking it off. Her face was completely obscured, but her round, soft, fat stomach and large breasts were in full view. I averted my eyes, and walked closer to help her pull the shirt off. Once it was off, she looked embarrassed, but I wasn’t sure if it was from being seen naked at her new size, or because I saw her new size nude. In college, we had never been the type of friends who were casual about nudeness, but apparently there were a lot of new things about Melissa now. She looked up at me from under her eyelashes and whispered.
“What was that honey?” I asked her.
“I asked you if you wanted to touch it.”
My heart jumped. “What did you say?”
She said again, more plainly and stronger, “I asked you if you wanted to touch my fat stomach. I’ve worked so hard on it, at least someone should enjoy it.”
Shocked, I wasn’t sure what to say. I stuttered an attempt at a response, but before I could say an actual word she interrupted me.
“Oh I know what you’re into. I’ve noticed how you only date chubby people, and how by the time you break up with them, they’re at least a good twenty pounds heavier. We may not have spoken, but I kept tabs on you. I know you like to feed, so touch me.”
Silence hung in the air. I was so shocked I couldn’t speak. Where was the crying, sniffling Melissa that had been here just a few moments before? I decided not to press any further, and gingerly lifted my hand to the swollen crest of her stomach and gave a slight squeeze. I felt a shiver through my whole body, and I almost audibly moaned. She was fat. I looked in her eyes, and she looked back. My hand still on her stomach, we both leaned in and began kissing passionately. The feeling of her stomach pressed against mine was nearly orgasmic in itself.
She raised her chubby hands to my face and placed one on each side before pushing my face away from hers. She whispered, “I want you to feed me now. Josh thought I was too fat, but I know you still want to see more weight piled onto my frame.”
We both held each other’s gaze for a moment longer, and then I knew. I knew I was going to feed her, and have no reservations about it. I instructed her to finish undressing while I got ready.
I shut the bathroom door, and went to the living room to retrieve the dropped ice cream and sodas. Perfect. Since the ice cream had been left out, it had melted some and would be perfect for going down the feeding tube in the bedroom. I pick up the bag and walk back to the bathroom, grabbing the funnel on my way in.
Melissa is in the tub, barely. Her full figure can just fit in the tub and she’s never looked hotter. Her stomach is pushing up her breasts, and her breasts are pushing into her face, and her face looks so deliciously fat. I can’t even see her genitals through all the fat, and I shiver with the thought.
I walked over to the tub, and tell Melissa to take the tube in her mouth. She looked up at me and took it into her mouth, but not before sucking and licking and tonguing the opening. It’s a struggle to not moan. I still can’t believe that Melissa of all people would have a feedee fetish. I send a silent thanks to whoever runs the universe for allowing this to happen. I begin with the first pint of ice cream, and it goes down so smoothly and effortlessly. Then I notice that one of Melissa’s hands are buried under her protruding stomach. She’s masturbating. I can’t take it anymore. I pull my pants and underwear off, and put one leg on the side of the bathtub. I have Melissa hold the funnel with one hand, while I poured with one of mine. We’re both masturbating while she’s taking another pint down the funnel, and I’ve never felt like this sexually before. We both keep stroking, and she takes the two sodas down just as effortlessly. Once those are gone, she pants a little, but then looks to me and asks what’s next.
As I move to straddle her face, I say, “Dessert.”