Chapter 1: Reconnections

It was a sunny day in Chicago and Kyle needed a way to beat the heat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up to a bar sign in the distance.

Perfect. Ice cold beer.

Kyle made his way through the crowded streets, avoiding a drunk, falling down the stairs, and was now waiting at the bar entrance for the door to open.

"What can I get ya?" the bartender asked.

"Tall boy please" Kyle said in between breaths, and handed the bartender a ten.

Just before taking that first sip, something caught the corner of his eye. Standing at the end of the bar was his old friend high school Courtney. It had been nearly five years after he had last seen her.

Ever since high school, Courtney had always been a bit of a bigger girl. But with no time for her volleyball and soccer teams and her stay at home job taking alot of her day, her body had begun to show it.

"Wow, is that Courtney?" Kyle thought to himself, still trying to get a good look across the bar. He stared in disbelief at her rounder hips and beer belly. He'd always had a thing for weight gain and seeing how much Courtney had packed on the pounds filled his head with ideas.

Courtney glanced over and smiled. "Kyle... is that you?"

"Hey Courtney! Long time no see!" Kyle said as he walked over, trying not to stare at her new body. "You look great!"

"Oh wow! Thank you so much!" Courtney blushed, "I don't know you still lived around here?"

"I just moved back!" Kyle said, "Listen I've gotta run, but we should grab a bite to eat sometime and catch up."

Kyle's palms began to sweat as he awaited her answer. All he could think about was where he could take her and how much she could eat...

"Oh erm... Of course! What's your number I'll give you a call!" She said. Kyle read out his phone number but couldn't help but glance at Courtney's rounder figure.

Her double chin rolled as she looked down at her phone. His mind raced to fantasies of weight gain, feedings and stuffings. But would she even be down?

"I'll call you!" she said as she walked back to her friend, her fat thighs wobbling withing her strained track pants.

"Oh boy..." Kyle said to himself, "I'm going to have to order a feast."