Limits of Love

Chapter 1 (2018)

My life couldn't be better. I am Vanessa, a 1.63 m tall, 18-year-old girl with long dark blonde hair. Even with my approximate weight of 110 kg, I have no problems. Of course, you can see my weight, but it distributes well and evenly across my body, and that's why I also have a D-cup size, which, to be honest, I am a bit proud of. And why should I have a problem with my weight? My mother and my father support me wherever they can. In addition, there's my wonderful 20-year-old boyfriend Nico, with whom I've been together for 2 years and who can read my every wish. So why should something like my weight matter to me?

In a few weeks, I will start my training in retail, which I am really looking forward to, and I will be moving in with Nico. To make a long story short: It just couldn't be going better.

The move was a bit stressful, but by now we have settled in well. At work, everyone is also very nice, and I feel welcome right away.
Shortly after my 19th birthday, we sit on the couch, watch TV, and eat the pizza that just arrived. Actually, Nico usually cooks for us in the evenings, but sometimes we're just too lazy to do it. Since we had pizza rolls first, I didn't finish my large pizza and left two pieces. I am surprised when Nico grabs the box and turns to me. "You know..." he begins hesitantly, and I can see how nervous he is. "Is there more to come?" I ask, laughing and trying to lighten the situation. "Vanni, it's not easy for me to say this, but ..." My heart is beating very fast because I think he wants to break up. "...I... I am a feeder." I look at him confused. "A feeder?" I repeat incredulously, watching as Nico turns completely red. "What is that?" I ask. "Well, someone who likes bigger people, enjoys watching them stuff themselves with food, and loves to see them gain weight," he explains to me. "So, I figured you were into chubby people too." I look down at a body while saying this. But you want to make me even fatter? "So, should I consciously gain weight?" I finish my sentence. Nico just nods. I've never seen him like this before. So vulnerable and reserved. "So vulnerable and reserved. " Okay, why not?Okay, why not? "How many kilos are we talking about?" I ask, noticing how happy he is. "Well, maybe around 10 kg," says Nico with a huge grin. "Yeah, okay, we can give it a try," I reply, and we kiss for a long time.

Why I was immediately in favor of it, I don't know. To make my friend happy? Because it doesn't bother me? Because he has piqued my interest extremely? Or just everything together? Whatever, I agreed, and it can't be that bad, can it?

I take the last pieces of pizza from the box I had put away earlier and eat them in front of Nico's big eyes. I feel a bit uncomfortable stuffing myself like this while being watched. But I don't want to take away his joy right away. As I have now eaten everything, Nico suddenly thinks he has to bring me ice cream. By now, I'm already feeling sick from all the food. Still, I eat it all, after all, it's just frozen water, right? I lean back. Meanwhile, I see him staring at my full belly. "Uggghhhh, I feel sick." "I don't think I can do it..." I say. "Oh, it's all a matter of practice, darling, after a while your stomach stretches so much that more can fit." Nico interrupts me. "You really seem to know your stuff, huh?" I ask, still with a scrunched-up face. So he gets up, grabs a glass of wine, and then rubs my belly. We know exactly that alcohol makes me hungry, as many late-night snacks after parties with plenty of food have proven. Barely have I finished the wine, I realize how good it feels: this fullness, all the food, and the tender touches. I have no idea how dependent I already am...