chapter 1

A/n: this is meant both as a feedist horror story for Halloween, and a satire on some of the more problematic feeders in our community. Trigger warnings: gaslighting and mild body horror. Happy Halloween!

The art gallery was dimly lit, with a single spotlight shining on the sculpture in the middle of the room. The light bounced off the dark wood of the walls and the opulent red curtains, making the whole room glow with warmth. The guests sampled complimentary wines and cheeses from all over the world as they admired the artist's latest work, growing slowly and steadily inebriated as the night went on and occasionally asking him questions.

The name of the artist was Joshua Moze, and Emily was a huge fan of his work. She had been saving money for months to attend his show-- unlike so many of the people here, she scraped by from paycheck to paycheck working at a family-owned coffee shop. She had come in her best blue dress and black kitten heels from Goodwill, worn her knockoff Spanx, and styled her dark hair into a bun that she hoped was elegant. Even still, she knew she was leagues below the other guests. But despite knowing that she stuck out like a sore thumb, she could not help but come forward in the crowd for a closer look at the statue.

The stone woman lay on her back as if in bed, propped up on her elbows, smiling serenely and gazing into the distance. She had long, flowing hair, a soft, kind face, and a figure that was unmistakably fat. Not curvy, not chubby, but outright fat. Her arms were round and doubled over slightly at the elbow, her hands dimpled at the knuckles, her breasts nearly the size of her head and resting on the firm shelf of her upper belly, while her lower belly looked flabbier, more pliable where it rested on top of her thick thighs. And yet, the loving detail with which the artist bestowed his piece commanded a certain reverence from the audience. No one could look at the carved woman in all her naked splendor and not admit she was beautiful.

The title of the statue was "Rose".

Emily knelt down to get on eye level with the statue. The secret truth was, she was enthralled with the idea of eating to her heart's content and growing gloriously fat. As it was, she was an average sized woman, maybe with a bit of a tummy, but she hid it well enough. But if she had a man who encouraged her to follow through with her desires…

"What do you think, my dear?" She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and looked up to see the artist addressing her directly. He was easy on the eyes, with blonde hair and a neatly trimmed beard, tall, not chubby but not athletic either--comfortable, that was how she would describe him. There was a sparkle of mischief in his ocean blue eyes which she found quite sexy.

"She's lovely," said Emily.

"She isn't the only one," he replied. "The exhibit is just about winding down. My people will take care of the cleanup. In the meantime...won't you walk with me?"

They slipped out the back door of the gallery and walked its perimeter. "For someone so enraptured with the artwork, you don't have a lot to say," he said, breaking the awkward silence. A flush of heat rose in her cheeks.

"It's just that...well, what do you say when you finally meet your idol?"

He smirked charmingly. "Idol? Is that right?"

"I've adored every one of your statues," she admitted. "They're all so lifelike...and so beautiful. I'm sure you get this question a lot, but where do you find your inspiration?"

"The women I render in stone are the same women I've enjoyed spending time with. In fact, I'd like to think I've captured their essence in my work."

She blushed even deeper. "So...you like big girls?"

"You could say that. Truthfully, though, I have something of a secret: I'm a feeder," he confessed. "Nothing delights me more than to pamper and provide for a thin girl, to keep her in comfort and well-fed until she's plump."

"I actually know what a feeder is," said Emily.

"Oh?" Joshua flashed her another one of those too-charming smiles. "If that's the case, then perhaps you and I should get to know one another while I'm in town."

***

Over the next few weeks, Josh showed his statue at every venue in the city and surrounding area, and almost every night, he picked Emily up from her job and took her out for dinner. Each meal was more decadent than the last, and as Josh already knew what the best items on each menu were, Emily never even had to think about what to order, as he was all too happy to do it for her.

The days went by in a flurry of lobster chowder, pan seared snapper over parmesan risotto, chicken cordon bleu, lamb shanks, chicken fried chicken, mashed potatoes, five cheese mac and cheese, strawberry mousse, pumpkin cheesecake, key lime pie and death by chocolate.

As Josh's stay in the city neared a close, Emily's waistline expanded for definite--along with her breasts, thighs, and ass. It was on one of their dates that the button of her jeans, which she'd struggled into that morning, popped off right in the middle of dessert. Josh was delighted, rubbing and squeezing her newly soft and jiggly potbelly under the table. That was the night he took her back to his hotel room and made sweet, hot, mind-blowing love to her.

After his local tour was finished, he invited her to join him at his estate in the nearby countryside. It was all she wanted. She happily defaulted on her rent, abandoned her job, and followed him halfway across the state.