Chapter 1

Sara pulled the hood of her coat closer around her neck. She’d been sitting out in the cold for nearly an hour, and was already thinking of giving up on her mission.

It can’t be this hard to find a fatty in college, she thought to herself. A bitter wind swept through the open quad, rattling the bare branches above and sending a swirl of dead leaves skittering across the path. Many students passed by the bench she perched on, hurriedly making their way to their next class and out of the cold. Sara had made up her mind to find a feedee for Darla over a year ago, as a gift for her girlfriend’s birthday. But after weeks of scouring feedism sites, she failed to find a suitable enough fatty in time.

They had to be cute and obedient, like a puppy, and without much of a life of their own, so Darla could play with them whenever she liked. She thought it would be easy enough, there were tons of options online. But none really met the criteria she was looking for. They were always too busy, too old, too… independent. Eventually she gave up and resolved to try again for Valentine’s Day, which was now just two days away. She had a backup gift, a tennis bracelet Darla had been eyeing and hinting at for a while. But Sara really wanted to surprise her with a pet pig. It was the ultimate gift for her feeder girlfriend.

Sara eyed a plump student dressed in black with dark makeup. She wore heavy studded boots that seemed to drag on the ground as she walked by, and waved her hands expressively as she talked to the equally emo-looking man next to her. She had a nice ass, Sara noted, but there was no telling if the man she spoke to was her partner or just a friend. More importantly, Darla liked pastels and sparkly things, so this fatty wouldn’t match her aesthetic anyway.

Sara sighed and continued people watching. Her plan was to pay a feedee, if she needed to, which was most likely. There had to be tons of broke college students looking to make some extra money or have their tuition paid. She needed to find one that was broke enough to need her money, smart enough to get into the school but not so smart that they would’ve received a bunch of grants and scholarships. School fees at their private university weren’t cheap, although Sara didn’t have much of a clue. As a legacy admission, she didn’t worry herself much about those things, but she knew from social media that college was expensive. And that people gained weight during it. Hiring a fatty should be easy then, right?

Sara saw a chubby-looking male student approaching from a distance. She couldn’t see his face, as he wore a dark blue hoodie pulled up around his head, hands tucked tightly into the front pocket. His clothes were baggy and plain, but Sara could make out a substantial belly hiding underneath. She inspected his shoes, some broken-in black Nikes, and noted the lack of branding on his backpack. He definitely wasn’t well-off, a plus in her mind. But she really wanted a female feedee. She supposed it didn’t really matter, he was just meant to be a pet, and she was tired of sitting around in the cold waiting. She could at least see what he looked like.

Sara stood and adjusted her red puffer coat. She pulled her hood down as well, letting her long brown hair spill over her shoulders, and prayed this would go well. She had a plan for how she’d approach, but felt a bit silly now that an opportunity had actually come.

Just do it. Darla will be so fucking happy if you pull this off, she thought as she picked up the stack of books she’d brought with her. Turning toward her target, she began walking in his direction, phone in hand to make herself look distracted. Just a moment before he was meant to pass her, she veered her footsteps directly into his path. They collided hard, and Sara let the books tumble from her arms on purpose. One accidentally went flying and clipped the student in the head, and he winced, raising a hand to his temple.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” And Sara meant it. She’d planned for the books to just fall on the ground, but threw them up higher than she’d expected. “Are you okay?”

“Uhh, yeah, haha it’s fine.” The guy bent down and started to pick up Sara’s books. Sara immediately bent to help as well.

“That’s very much my bad, I don’t even know how that happened,” she said. They both stood and he handed her the few books he collected.

“No worries,” he said and gave her a tight lipped smile. Sara noted the dark curly hair peeking out from under his hood, and his warm brown eyes. His face was heavily covered in freckles, and his nose and cheeks were pink from the cold.

Sara smiled back, he was perfect.

He returned his hands to his pockets and made to leave.

“Wait!” Sara yelled louder than she meant to, not wanting him to go quite yet. He flinched and stopped in his tracks, looking at her hesitantly. Sara didn’t actually know what she was going to say, and tried her best to recall what she had originally planned. “Um, do you like ramen?”