The Worst Deal

Chapter 1

The keys make a metallic clattering noise when I toss them onto the counter. They slide then fall to the floor on the other side. I scoff, just another thing to add to this shitty day. I work in IT. Let me rephrase that. I work at a 'Help Desk' for a multi billion dollar a year corporation. You'd think that a company of this size could hire more competent employees. The amount of tickets I get per HOUR is insane!

"UUUUGGGGHHHHHH." I groan out loud at the slight inconvenience of having to walk around to my kitchen to pick my keys back up. I grab them, bending over and that's when I notice my belly. I hadn't before... But there it was, soft and pudgy. It wasn't a big belly, but it was enough to notice how lazy I had become with this job over the last few years.

Slam my keys on the counter then I open up my freezer and pull out a pizza. I set the oven to 400 degrees and put the pizza back in the freezer as it preheats.

'Bbbbzzzzzzztttttt...bbbbzzzzzttttt...bbzzzztttttt' My phone vibrates in my purse thats hanging by the door. I stroll over, grab my phone, then see a text from my boss. Odd, he never contacts me after work.

-Hey Sasha, I was looking over user traffic and noticed something on your network. We need to talk tomorrow at work.-

Then a picture loads in of our backend logs. One URL pops out and I see it over and over again. FantasyFeeder.com, and it has my employee terminal number next to it... Fuck. I don't respond. This was bad. FF is basically just a porn site with a chatroom, this could get me fired and blacklisted from the industry.

At that moment my oven beeps to let me know its ready. I have lost my appetite all of a sudden. I stagger to my bedroom and just collapse on my bed. My life is over.

--------------2 years earlier-----------------------

"Sasha! Dinner is ready!" My mom calls me from the kitchen.

"Coming!" I yell back from my bedroom. I go to close the site im on, FantasyFeeder.com. I had been chatting with some other people about what got me on the site. Honestly it's a pretty simple story. Years ago, I don't even really remember when, I had gone swimming at my local pool. And thats when I saw Donna for the first time.

Unlike me, Donna was MASSIVE. I'm not sure what her weight was, but she had to be around 300lbs at her height. She was 5'5" and just oozing with the most creamy looking body I had ever seen. Every step she made sent her whole body into a quake. And the two piece swimsuit she had on wasn't helping matters at all. I could see everything and I WAS HOOKED.

Every other day like clockwork I would go to the swimming pool to 'tan' but honestly I would just be staring at her through my very dark sunglasses. Until one day when she waddled right up to me.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you staring at me miss." She said softly but sternly. She was about 40 ish and I was around 20 at the time. "If you want to chat sometime, find me on Fantasy Feeder. Names 'I8Donna' on there. Don't keep me waiting or I won't be back here again." She turned slowly and waddled away, all I could do was watch her ass jiggle and quake as she did. I was insanely wet and I had no idea why her body turned me on so much.

From then on Donna and I kept in decent contact, but it mostly just brought me to FF where I post stories and chat with friends. I was what the people on the site call an FA or Fat Admirer. At my 5'9" height I was taller for a girl, but I didnt have much weight on me. I had B cup breasts, a decent supple bubble butt and a bit of a belly that I found cute. My brown curly hair was able to cover my nipples and my tan skin just glistened in the light.

Currently I am living with my parents as I go to college for IT and Computer Science. I just love computers and tend to spend most of my day on one as my classes are online as well. I am a bit older now though, I often feel im to old for college, but at 25 I finally figured out what I want to do.

"Hey mom, whats up?" I ask as I sit in one of the bar stools by the kitchen. She had just finished making dinner from the looks of the lasagna on the stove.

"Oh just dinner time love." My mom was a very portly woman, pretty but very overweight. Some people do say you seek out partners that resemble your parents, maybe thats right? I shake my head at the thought. "Hows that Donna doing that you talk to?" I had mentioned going to the pool with a friend named Donna a few times to my mother. She already knew I was a lesbian, she caught me with a friend of mine once.

"Oh she's great mom!"

"You should bring her by! I would love to meet her." My mom smiled, she had always been supportive. "Find out what she likes to eat and I will make that"

"Well she loves hamburgers." I mention; flashbacks to watching Donna eat 5 Double Whoppers pop into my head and I start to drool a little.

----------Present---------

Not sure why I had a flashback in a flashback. It was like I was thinking of everything that led me to this point. And it all started with the pool and Donna. Now I may lose my job over it. I slowly start to fade off into a stress induced sleep.

My hand grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are white as I park my car in my spot at work. Deep breath in, then out and I open my car door. As I walk to the security checkpoint for the office building I see Richard walking towards his office. My blood turns to ice. This is it. Clearing security I make my way to his office and rap on the door, heart pounding in my ears like war drums.

"Come in.' I hear muffled through the door. "Ah, Sasha. Sit down please." Richard motions to the two chairs before his desk. I take the left chair and place my purse in the right one.

"Rich I just wanted to sa..."

"Stop." He interrupts me. "I have a proposition for you." He flips his monitor around and I see the Fantasy Feeder site. "We will use this as your punishment. I went through this site and honestly, im kind of into it. So lets do this. I won't fire you for being on the site at work IF you eat the food I bring to your office and track your weight gain on the site." He smiled.

"I... I'm not into gaining weight sir, I just like reading about it"

"Oh I know, and writing about it too. So lets give you a first hand experience to write about shall we? You need to gain a significant amount of weight. An amount that would make a story pop. Once you have written that story, and it gets the approval of people on the site, you can be finished gaining."


"What?! You can't make me do this! This is INSANE Richard!." I start to get frantic, this had to be an elaborate joke right?

"Sasha, you have been accessing an unsecured site for years through a secured network. We work with government contracts. This is felony level stuff girlie. Your hands are tied." He chuckled. Fuck. Me.