Chapter 1

The first thing Melissa did when she woke up was check her phone. With as much momentum as she could muster out of her massive frame, she leaned across her girth to her bedside table, her fat digits clasping at the elusive device while her mounds of fat pooled against the mattress. Feeling the breeze of the Thursday morning air against her skin, she ripped her smartphone into the palm of her hand and hid back under the covers.
She flipped open her banking app as fast as her slowly processing brain would allow and stared at the statement: it was payday.
Despite it being a ripe 7:37am, Mel sat up in bed and opened her food delivery service app. While it buffered, the space around her came into hazy, gray view.
It had been six months since Melissa and Kennedy had moved into a condo downtown together, and it had been six months of bliss. At first, the two gluttons had eviscerated any previous boundary that may have existed for their wants. Kennedy had cranked through her parents credit cards to furnish the place with bright colours and minimalist furniture. They had opted to leave the second bedroom in the condominium as their “play space” – a pseudo living room where most of their empty takeaways were stored – and where most of their takeaway content was created. With their dedicated feederism space, the two titans had opted to share a bedroom together, somehow cramming two twin beds into one space and SOMEHOW squeezing their ever-widening bodies onto the small bedframe.
Kennedy was fast asleep still, her comforter hiding her rising and falling breath. Melissa had done her best to crank Kennedy’s weight back up to its previous glory, but something about this second gain wasn’t sticking as hard or thick to the blonde bimbo. In the six months together, Kennedy was only just starting to circle 290lbs again.
Meanwhile, Melissa, the convert of the duo, was hungry at a pace that seemed unstoppable. There were many occasions wherein Kennedy had lamented that she wished that they could switch appetites just so she could catch back up to the brunette bovine.
As she sat up in her bed, her massive breasts fell out of either side of the ill-fitting ribbed tank top. A hand shot to her warm, linen-printed belly – the angry stretchmarks still present, but slightly faded over time. The flavours of last night’s binge rose up from her molars and throat: chicken parmesan, vodka penne, and Caesar salad dressing poured straight down her gullet.
In a blink, Kennedy saw her friend on her phone and shot up into alertedness.
“Payday?”
“Payday.” Kennedy swung her fat legs over the side and wobbled over, dropping her heavy and warm body in bed beside Melissa. The frame groaned with the responsibility of their hefty heaviness.
“Easy now,” Melissa murmured, “I can’t afford to buy a new bedframe this month.”
Kennedy nuzzled into Melissa’s neck and stuck a hand under the pooch of her bestie’s belly. “What can we afford?”
The deal was that Melissa and Kennedy would go even on the rent, and Melissa would continue her work at Dunkin’ Donuts while Kennedy schemed up different online pursuits to flush off the extreme credit card debt she wrought on her parents each month.
But the truth was, for the two lard asses…things were tight. After half a year, it was clear that this model was not sustainable. The girls were broke.
“Okay, so, we have $1200 to spend.” Melissa said, closing her banking app again and looking at Kennedy. She knew the reason her friend was still not as fat as she should be was due to the intense dip in consumption. It was becoming embarrassing, and frankly, annoying for Melissa.
“Okay, so do you want to splurge and film a stuffing or try and make that last two weeks?” Kennedy said, massaging her thighs.
Mel weighed her options. It was Kennedy’s idea initially to get into content creation – finding a community online for fat women and feeders was easy. It was the piracy problem they were dealing with. An OnlyFans meant videos being ripped and sent out for free – a Curvage meant low sales rate. There was no winning, for either of them.
“As shitty as this sounds…I think we gotta try and stretch this out. There’s gotta be another video we can film that isn’t going to be such a financial risk.” Mel sighed, and her stomach groaned.
Kennedy pouted and played with Melissa’s pooch. “Mel…have you…”
Mel’s tears sprung to her eyes.
“Yeah. About 12lbs.”
The brunette knew she had lost weight when she realized she actually needed a belt to get her jeans on again. It nearly crushed her.
“Okay. Why don’t I ask my dad for a few hundred bucks to hold us over, maybe we can film a stuffing and use your money to get us through the next two weeks?”
Kennedy got up and waddled to the kitchen, her deflated form ever apparent.
Melissa tapped her legs and wiped her eyes.
She knew what they had to do. She knew they needed to find a roommate…ASAP.
Kennedy returned with a massive ice coffee and a small pitcher of heavy cream. She poured half of it down her own throat, and then gingerly opened Melissa’s mouth and poured the fat into her gut. She kissed the drippings from her roommate’s chin. Climbing on top of her, she pinned her friend to the bed.
“You know…I’m still heavier, I can get you off in a heartbeat.” Mel teased.
Kennedy smiled as she kissed her friends neck, slowly dropping her face across her fat torso and spreading her legs. “Funny, I was gonna say the same thing…”
As she kissed the inside of Melissa’s thighs, she decided to hold off on the conversation for a few more hours. With a great shudder and a heavy handful of belly, Melissa bit her lip and started the day off right.