Chapter 1

Amanda awoke in an empty king sized bed, still groggy from the night before. A sticky note resting on her forehead, she peeled it off and read the message to herself.

“Left for morning classes, food in fridge :D

-Richard “

Richard and Amanda had been dating for a few weeks now after hooking up on tinder. She swiped right because he’d been handsome with the tag ‘chubby chaser’ in his profile. He’d swiped right because I filled the doorframe of my apartment in my profile photo. Over the course of my college career she’d had multiple one night stands with feeders, and she knew what made them tick. Richard was a sweet guy all things considered, but stuffing her silly brought out a different side in him. It was a good combination. She got a massive boost in her self-esteem and free food, and he gets to live out his fantasy of being with an obese girl.

Amanda looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was just past 11 am now and she had missed her 10 am class. She wasn’t too broken up though. It was nearing the end of the college semester, and her morning history class was just reviewing for finals at this point. She’d promised herself she’d review in a bit. But she had more pressing matters in the meantime.

The bedroom was still filled with the debris of the previous night. Takeout bags and empty soda bottles littered the ground, while food stains and sweat practically coated the sheets of the bed. Richard had apparently rushed out the door before cleaning up the mess from last night’s fun. Not very gentlemanly, she’d have to remind him that she was too fat to clean up a mess like this.

Instead she waddled to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready for the rest of the day, her uncovered ass jiggling with each step. The only thing she was wearing was an overly tight tank top that had long ago retreated above her stomach. It barely did anything to contain her cantaloupe sized boobs, and without a bra her nipples were fully exposed under the thin fabric. It was probably why Richard hadn’t tried to take it off.

Amanda practically had to peel off the month old tank top, considering for a moment that it might be the last time she’d be able to wear it. She’d been seeing Richard far longer than most of her other hookups and the weight was really piling on now. The stray idea of dieting passed by her mind like a nat before being swatted away. Even when she wasn’t having Stuffing sessions with feeders she was still a glutton in her own right. When she’d first arrived in college she’d already been fat. Not MORBIDLY obese, but definitely obese with a capital “O” at around 250 pounds. Back home she’d been pestered by her parents to cut back, but the freedom she experienced at university was intoxicating. She no longer had to interact with people that made fun of her, didn’t have to report her weight to anyone, and could easily surround herself with men that thought she was beautiful the way she was.

Of course with freedom came gluttony, and plenty of lust. The bigger she got, the easier it was to find feeders, which in turn helped her fatten up even more. Food and sex had been permanently entwined in her mind, to the point where she felt naughty eating a full tray of desserts in the campus cafeteria. Even the smell of chocolate was enough to make her horny. The stretch marks on her body served as a constant reminder of how fast her lifestyle was changing her. Well… that and her wardrobe.

But even with the confidence she gained and even when she’d outgrown the 5x’s in the plus sized store, she never took the last step to accepting her body. Namely the 15’x 15’ white scale was staring back at her on the floor, probably Richard’s. Amanda never resolved her rivalry with the scale. She’d been forced to look at the number on it go up constantly throughout high school, and when she left home she promised herself that she’d never step foot on it again.

She knew it was silly. She was obviously massive. She was probably the biggest student on campus still walking around. Her thighs had the circumference of a chubby girl’s waist. She got winded just from a walk to the parking lot. She hadn’t stepped foot in a gym in years. She had to use the handicap desks in class since she’d outgrown the normal ones after her third semester. She was all these things, yet as long as she never learned the number it’d read, she could keep gaining in blissful ignorance of exactly how massive she was.

Today felt different though. She was a senior, about to go out into the world. Maybe even with Richard if this worked out. If she took one more step in front of her, she’d see if she was confident in herself to take the number in stride, or panic and backtrack into her old ways. She took a single step forward on the digital scale, hoping that it was already on so she wouldn’t have to bend down.

*Ding… READY!*

With a deep breath she lifted her other foot off the ground and…

*Crack*

She hopped off the scale faster than she’d moved in months. “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT…FUCK!”. Amanda quickly took several steps back, unable to see the damage over her belly. The scale was beyond repair. The full glass panel that covered the surface of the instrument was broken in a spiderweb pattern that extended to each side of the square. The epicenter being where her right foot had been just a moment ago. The digital readout gave no indication of a number though, only a message that the machine parroted in a feminine robotic voice.

*Error…Error… please try again*

“Fat chance”, Amanda muttered to herself, still in a state of semi-shock. “I broke the fucking scale…”, she smiled, “I broke the fucking scale!”. She stepped forward bending down over her gut to pick up the device. Careful to not let any glass pieces fall on her, she combed the surface of the scale until she found what she was looking for on the underside in small black letters.

‘Limit 400 lbs’

‘400 lbs…’, Amanda thought to herself, ‘No wait… I’m probably way more than that to get an error reading. 450? But I broke the glass so fast too…’. Rather than clarity, Amanda’s mind was racing. She examined her body more thoroughly now, feeling heavier than she had just this morning. She noted the fatty details, the triple chin, the handles, the ass dimples. Features that hadn’t been there once upon a time, but had been there long enough that they felt normal now. She squeezed her belly roll, her chubby digits sinking into her soft chub. “God I’m so fat”.

*Grrrrrr*, confirmed her stomach.

The shower was forgotten. Still coated in crumbs from the previous night Amanda waddled to the fridge, practically shaking the entire apartment with each heavy footfall.

*GRRRRR*, her stomach growled like a hungry dog. Maybe in this case like a hungry cow.

Richard had been true to his word. There was in fact breakfast in the fridge; a 6 pack of jumbo chocolate chunk muffins, a carton of heavy cream, and a plate of extra cheesy hash browns. Evidently he hadn’t run out without preparing something for her. Perhaps he deserved a reward…but after her meal. She pulled everything out of the fridge, put the hash browns in the microwave for about a minute, and set the muffins and cream carton on the island.

Amanda tore into the muffins, grabbing one in each hand. She alternated between the two, stuffing her face with each in succession, taking a second to breath between bites. A technique it had taken years to perfect. By the time she heard the microwave ding the first two muffins were already gone. She washed them down with several gulps of heavy cream. Feeling the thick cool liquid going down her through always reminded her of the calories within.

She grabbed the hash browns next. Savory, cheese potatoes complemented the sweetness on her taste buds perfectly. The cheese to potato ratio was 2:1, exactly how she liked it. She alternated back and forth between the two, never slowing diown except to drink. Her empty stomach was quickly filling up. With two muffins and a good amount of hash browns left she was probably what one might consider full. But Amanda was not satisfied with being full now.

She pressed on, the empty gaps in her stomach being filled with cream, cheese, and chocolate. Beneath the flab, her stomach was becoming hard to the touch at it stretch out from excess food. All the while thoughts raced through her head.

‘God it’s so good’
*bite*
‘I’m such a ***’
*chomp*
‘Broke the damn scale’
*gulp*

Amanda sunk into the couch victorious in her binge. Her gut sticking out just a bit further on her thick thighs. As she felt her stomach digesting the food that she’d just devoured, adding it to her body’s excessive stockpile of fat, she held on to her feeling of bliss.

It felt comforting to have confirmation on her size, but it also felt great to fantasize on how big she might be. Was she 450? 500? Maybe even 600? It was like Schrodinger's cat. Until she looked inside the “box” the number could be anything she could imagine, within reason of course. She felt sure that she was content with the life she’d chosen. She didn’t care if she was 400 lbs or 800 lbs as long as she got what she wanted.

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At about 12 PM Richard was walking out of the building of his second to last class of the day. He’d almost passed out from how dull it was. He figured he could meet up with Amanda at the cafeteria to mutually complain. The two usually met for lunch on tuesdays. Half to touch base and half watch her eat.

Just as his mind wandered to the previous night he heard the text notification on his phone. Seeing it was from Amanda he pulled it up.

“You done with class?”, it read.

“Yeah. You want to set at the cafeteria for lunch?”

“…I broke the scale.”

Dumbstruck, it took a moment for Richard to process the information. Testing the waters he replied, “Are you okay?”

“I’m hungry, can you bring lunch?”

A hard on came as Richard replied, “You bet!”

“Hurry before I break something else ;)”

Richard changed course immediately. The next class of the day was the last thing on his mind as head headed home, by way of McDonalds.