Chapter 1

It had been a long time since you had seen your friend Olivia. Her occasional calls and sporadic messages had become the norm, but the thought of meeting her again after returning to town always made you uneasy. Not so much because of the memories you shared, but because of the mystery that had built up around her. Olivia’s life, once a vibrant narrative of promises and dreams, seemed to have slowly unraveled from what you exchanged in messages, leaving behind traces you couldn’t fully decode. And now, those traces were calling you again.

When you finally met, the sight of her hit you harder than you expected. Olivia, the young woman you once knew, looked like a completely different person. The energy that once surrounded her, the lightness that made her the center of attention wherever she went, had completely faded. In its place was a version of herself that was unrecognizable not only because her body had transformed into something much larger and softer, but also in her posture, her presence. It seemed as if she had let go of who she once was, yet had found a new version of herself.

Sitting on your couch, Olivia looked at you with a bittersweet tenderness you had never seen before. Her lips, full and soft, curved into a hesitant smile as she waved. Every step she took as she entered your house reminded you of the change she had gone through, and you couldn’t help but notice. Her body had changed, but her eyes the eyes that once sparkled with a thousand dreams were still there, as if waiting for an answer you couldn’t give yet.

"Wow," you said, your voice a little more uncertain than you wanted it to be. "I haven’t seen you in... so long." As soon as you said it, you realized something about the sentence didn’t quite sound right. But Olivia didn’t seem disturbed.

"I know, I’ve changed a bit," she replied, offering a smile that hinted at a shared understanding. But there was a note of something deeper, a silence hanging between you, something you didn’t quite have the courage to explore just yet.

You sat beside her, and the first real silence followed. It wasn’t awkward, but more like a truce between two people who hadn’t seen each other in a while, wondering how it would feel to start getting to know each other again.

Then, suddenly, she spoke. "You know," she said in a low voice, "it’s hard... accepting some changes." She paused, looking down for a moment, and you noticed that her body seemed fuller, more solid. Her hands moved nervously along her sides, as if she were trying to hide something, but you couldn’t help but notice the shape of her body, which now revealed more than it concealed.

"Olivia," you said, your tone gentle but curious, "it’s never easy to face change. But you... you’re different." At those words, her gaze sharpened. There was something about to come out, something you could feel in the tone of her voice, in the way she avoided your eyes but still seemed to search for them.

She laughed nervously. "You noticed, huh?" she asked, and it wasn’t an innocent question. "It’s not just my body, it’s... everything." Another pause, as if the words were coming out with difficulty. "I discovered something about myself," she continued, her tone deepening, "something I never thought I would enjoy so much."

It was clear she was trying to hide her embarrassment, but her voice betrayed a hidden excitement. You didn’t know how to respond, but you couldn’t help but feel drawn to her raw vulnerability.

"What did you discover?" your voice came out softer than expected, your heart pounding harder. Olivia turned to face you, her gaze now unshielded. There was a spark in her eyes you hadn’t seen before a mixture of defiance and desire.

"You know... I discovered feederism on YouTube during the lockdown, and I learned to enjoy myself, my body. The fact that I don’t have to be who others expect me to be," she said, her words becoming slower as if she were sharing something very personal. "And I like it... I like how I feel when I let go. When I don’t worry about controlling myself anymore."

The silence that followed was thick, and your body reacted unexpectedly. There was something about the way Olivia spoke of herself that awakened a curiosity in you you had never explored.

"Feederism... And... do you like it when someone knows about it?" you asked, your heart racing with each word. She looked you straight in the eyes, a mischievous smile slowly spreading as she saw that you knew what she was talking about.

"I like that YOU know," she said, her voice now more confident, bolder. "And I like that YOU are probably thinking about how exciting it might be for you to see it for yourself after months of chatting about how much I’ve gained. You’re the only one who wants to talk about it with me without judging me. You’ve always understood me. I couldn’t wait to see you today!"