Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Laufi. I’m your temporary narrator as I, or better yet we have experienced the condition called DID or disassociative identity disorder for our entire life. I’m a party girl that loves to go raving, dancing and doing Molly all weekend long. Most people who know anything about that lifestyle would assume I would be super skinny, and for a long time they were right, but not anymore. It’s no mystery to me why I’m now sporting a soft, fat, and feminine belly that even rivals the bulge of my girli cock in pushing out in my short skirts.

The obvious culprit is our other front or ego, Skadi. She’s as wild and crazy as I, but where I fixate on partying and dancing our collective butt off, Skadi is an active feedee, polyamorous with many feeders of all genders. She entertained, ate, and most frustrating of all, actively stuffed herself full of the most fattening of foods, so much so that I wasn’t able to keep the pounds and inches from adding up, but it always hadn’t been this way.

No, for years, the only difference between myself and Skadi was the fact that I could tell through her phone's texts and pics that she had a true affection for very large and fat framed individuals. But what did I care, it wasn’t me fucking four and five hundred pound fatties. No, that was her, not me. We both went out to the same after hours club, but our sexual attractions definitely pulled our attentions in different directions. Where I am mostly attracted to thin and classically beautiful women, both cis and transgendered, for Skadi, the bigger the better.

That was okay with me. But then something happened. I couldn’t exactly tell as we don’t share any direct memories of each others experiences, but Skadi’s wild party pictures went in a different direction. She still had her fair share of party pics, but they were now much less in abundance. In their stead were pics of others feeding her. And not just cutsie pics, but really graphic shots of Skadi apparently being force fed. Thankfully due to the sheer amount and variety of sessions, I knew it was definitely of her own choice.

However, it wasn’t my choice, yet I was still forced to live with the consequences of her over indulgences.