An Inside Job

Chapter 1

“Come on, you can do it,” he said encouragingly as he stood over me, his hand placed firmly on the back of my head. “There’s just a little bit left. Finish it up.”

“Ugh! But I’m so full!” I whinnied, my face wincing in pain as I placed both of my hands atop my distended belly. An angry sea was storming inside of me, as my stomach worked overtime to digest the absolutely massive repast I’d just consumed. My dedicated feeder Billy had provided for me a feast fit for kings, as he so often did, and I dutifully ate like a hog as I know that is exactly what he wants me to do.

My name is Jeanne Marie Cole, but my friends and family all call me Jeannie, and I guess you could say I’ve always been a “people pleaser.” I’ve always felt like I needed to go above and beyond for the people in my life to show them that I was faithful and loyal and that I was worthy of their love. In my twenty eight years on this earth, I have always tried my hardest to make everyone else around me happy, usually putting my own needs and feelings last.

My relationship with Billy would prove to be no different. Don’t get me wrong, it was a lot of fun at first. I was thrilled when I finally met a guy who said that he loved fat girls and that he was into me just the way I was, someone who didn’t expect me to be a rail-thin super model. I can’t tell you how many times in my life I’d heard people say, “Oh, Jeannie, you’d be so pretty if you just lost a few pounds.” Now here was this guy who not only didn’t want me to lose weight, but actually wanted to make me get fatter. I guess you could say it was like a mixed-blessing.

Two months after Billy and I started seeing one another, I passed the three hundred pound mark, a mark that I had always believed would be the end of me. In my mind, I had always imagined that if I were to let myself get to be over three hundred pounds, I would just be so big and fat and ugly that no one would ever want to touch me or be around me. Much to my surprise however, the heavier I got the more attention I got from both guys and girls, with many people hitting on me and saying that they'd like to date me. I got hit on more as a three hundred pound twenty eight year old than I ever did in my so-called “skinny college years” where the most I would tip the scales at would have been a mere two hundred and twenty pounds.

Now that I was getting bigger and fatter, I was getting more comfortable with myself and my weight. I was still a people pleaser, but I was no longer interested in being anyone’s pushover. I just wanted to find a nice boyfriend and live a nice, normal life. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be happy. Is that too much to ask for?

Maybe it is.

“Oh, Billy,” I said, letting out a big huff of air as my tongue came dangling out over my lower lip, “it’s just too much for me right now. I can’t eat another bite. I’m telling you!”

“Come on now,” he said to me sternly, his face covered in shadows as he stood over me. “Am I going to have to get rough with you?”

Now I know what you might be thinking, and it’s not as bad as all of that. Billy and I liked to play this sort of force-feeding game, where I would resist him, and he would have to “get rough” and mercilessly force food down my throat. We’d played this game lots of times before, and it was always lot of fun. However, this time I really wasn’t playing around.

“No! Please, Billy!” I said to him earnestly, trying to get him to see that I wasn’t in the mood for playing around just then. “I really can’t do this right now.”

Billy had set up a table full of sweets for me to have for dessert, after having already stuffed me full of steak and potatoes, shrimp and lobster for dinner. My belly was bloated and groaning, sitting in my lap like a giant sack, feeling like it would bust wide open at any moment. Reaching over, he grabbed a fistful of cake and held it up to my face. I turned away, trying desperately to resist his persistent feeding, but it was no use. He always got his way with me, and this time would be no different.

Or would it?

“Billy!” I growled with a mouthful of cake. “I told you! I can’t eat anymore! I am too full! I’m going to explode!”

Every time I opened my mouth, it just gave him another opportunity to stuff something else in there. Fistfuls of cake, pie and pastries went coursing down my throat, filling up my already painfully stuffed gut even more. I could feel a pressure building up inside of me, getting stronger and stronger. It was as if there were an angry beast inside of me that was getting ready to explode in a fit of rage.

“That’s it,” Billy said with a sinister and satisfied sounding tone, “that’s a good fatty! Keep eating for daddy! I want you nice and plump!”

“Billy! No!” I shouted through the mouthful of mush being forced into me. “I can’t! No more!” My cries went unheeded however, as Billy continued to shove the decadent desserts down my throat at an increasingly rapid pace.

“More!” he shouted. “I want you bigger!”

*SPLAT!*

“I want you fatter!”

*SPLAT!*

“I want to make you into the fattest woman on earth!”

*SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!*


Then something strange happened. It would seem that Billy’s hand slipped on the moistness of my lower lips as he aggressively crammed a large fistful of pie in my mouth. Before I knew what was happening, his entire hand was being sucked down into the back of my throat, followed by his forearm, then his upper arm and his shoulder.

“Jeannie! What aren you doing?” Billy said in a panic. “Let go of me! What are you doing to me? Let me — no! No!! NOOOOO!!!”