Under the Heather

Chapter 1 never less alone than. . .

My name is Heather, and I am a pervert. Despite sounding like I'm at an AA meeting I have absolutely no intentions of changing that. In fact, I intend to become an even bigger perv. Why? Well that's a story.

When I was in high school, I was simultaneously the hormonal kid who thinks of nothing but sex, and the weirdo who people avoid like the plague, despite being the prettiest girl at school. Well, according to me I was the prettiest anyway. I had flawless, black hair that went down, just passed my shoulder blades. I was skinny, yet had the biggest chest in my class, and every inch of my skin was smooth and clean. I could have become a model, I am certain. But, despite all of this, I had basically no friends.

I was constantly absorbed in reading and writing. The materials weren't exactly PG-13 either. They were crazy stories about impossible sessions of marathon sex with multiple partners and multiple kinks as often as not. I am bisexual, and would often joke around online that it was so I could have twice as many people to fuck. I was the weirdo who would be down for threesomes if I found two more, and I would be regularly. I always loved kinks and fetishes for their own sake. Even if it wasn't my favorite, I would love to hear someone talking about anything, as long as it's related to sex, even if only tangentially. Now, a lot of teens are like this, at least mentally. But most of them grow out of it as they age, whereas those desires never stopped for me. If anything, they got stronger as I grew.

I spent hours each night looking up pornos catering to people with various fetishes, with the hope of finding one that felt right. I liked nearly everything that I laid my eyes on, and ended up with a definite favorite. Food, and everything about it. I loved seeing people of every sort eating and getting fat, or fatter. Men, women, myself, really anybody. Hell, my favorite recurring fantasy was being a member of a thrupple, in which I got to have both a man and a women to fatten up excessively, while they each did the same to each other, and to me. I loved to eat while masturbating, and fantasizing about eating till I weighed a literal ton. It got so bad that it couldn't eat without wanting to touch myself, and watching others eat was somehow even worse. In high school my grades suffered over it. I would skip classes to watch randos eat in the cafeteria, then go to the restroom for some "alone time."

I constantly fantasized about eating and growing impossibly fat. I felt myself blushing whenever I let my mind wander, it always ended on my gettjng absurdly fat. Sometimes I had others doing the same. Nearly everybody who I knew ended up gaining a thousand pounds in my fantasy. But I could never bring myself to do something serious toward that goal. I was terrified by the notion of being alone. But I wanted to be so absurdly fat that there would be a spider web of cracks beneath me wherever I went. But, I could never get that fat. Not in reality anyway. So, I would continue to watch people eat whenever I could, and I would fantasize about them gajning thousands if pounds with each bite they took. I loved to be surrounded by people eating, especially eating far too much.

So, when I got a job as a waitress after graduation, I was beyond psyched, until I got fired for sneaking off to touch myself in the restroom just a teensy tiny, little bit, way the fucking hell too often. After that I had an idea, and ordered a special toy online, it was a silent vibrator intended for cheeky folks who like to secretly do stuff in public, or tease one another. It was quiet, and could easily be attached to the inside of a pair of panties. The vibrator even had a handy remote control. It was probably intended for a boyfriend or girlfriend to be able to tease and play with their partner in public. Thankfully, that meant it was innocuous, and so small that it even fit into the pockets on my skinny jeans, and damn near nothing fits there.

So, I spent a month doing what I did best. Masturbating constantly, but now I did it with a purpose! I was always a quick learner. So I would wear my vibrator and spend time at the food court in the mall, fantasizing about fattening folks and being a covert pervert. I got my fair share of confused and/or disgusted looks while I did this. But, by the end of the month, I was able to have an orgasm while holding a conversion, and I could do so without giving the slightest hint that anything unusual was happening beyond blushing. Well, not that I knew of anyway. Then came my time, my time to go get another job as a waitress.

It was not at all hard to find the job. I ended up working at a local Italian joint, with a name that I suspected was some kind of stereotype. Tony's was an Italian restaurant, and one that was weirdly proud about not serving pizza. I wore my vibrator to the interview, so they would never question my behavior or see it as strange. Admittedly, I may have had ulterior motives, since I've always thought that it was hot to do this sort of thing. In all honesty, I think they only hired me because I was their first potential waitress to be authentically excited and happy to work here.

Day one I tried to not use my stealth vibrator, so I could get the job down. But, as I watched countless people eating, I felt hotter and hotter. By the second hour of my shift I looked at the time on my phone, thinking, aaww hell, there's no way I can keep this up all day without getting off. So, I turned my stealth vibrator on low. It's hard to describe how, exactly, it made me feel. It felt good, it felt damned good. But, since the vibrator was on a low setting, I never quite finished. So, I felt even hornier with each passing moment as sexual frustration buried my mind in the need to finish. Eventually I broke down and turned the vibrator up to high, skipping medium entirely. It felt amazing.

After that, work was bliss. I was surrounded by so much food, and so many gluttonous fatties eating themselves silly that I think I would have finished, even if I never turned up my stealth toy. As I took down orders, I felt ecstatic. My favorite event was when a heavier man ordered a plate of pasta, it was the very first item on the menu. So I imagined the man going down our list of dinners, saying, "and this, and this, and. . ." until he got to the bottom. Then I fantasized about him downing the entire menu, before ordering seconds of it all. It got even better when I returned to his table, and asked if he wanted his check. The man said, "Actually, I think I would like some dessert." That pushed me over the edge, and I finished as the man ordered a slice of cake, while I imagined him doing the same thing to the desserts that he had done with the dinners my head.

After this, I realized something. I had finished already, but I wasn't getting that whole feeling of being overly sensitive. So, I left my vibrator on as I felt myself getting excited once again. So, I added a perpetual string of orgasms to my list of kinky fantasies at Tony's. The mere idea would have been enough to get me going even if that wasn't already happening anyway.

Yet, I still needed more. I felt greedy for this feeling, like I needed my customers to eat more. Like, I wanted to pin someone down and stuff food into their mouth until it started to overflow out of them, turning the customer into a veritable fountain of food that didn't even get the chance to digest before being crowded out of the stomach. Logically, I realized that wasn't really going to happen. But the idea was beyond hot to me. Around there, I felt myself edging, not only on an orgasm, but hanging on the very edge of my ability to be covert with my perversion.

That's when it happened. A couple who seemed to be in their mid twenties sat at my table. The two were whispering to one another and occasionally giggling quietly. The man had an angular jaw, and short, black hair. The woman wore a poodle skirt, and sported a bisexual flag pin on the lapel of her top. Physically, she looked eerily similar to me. Straight, black hair. Smooth, flawless skin, and a chest that seemed just a bit too big for the body it was on. Well, she was different than me in one noteworthy way. The woman was chubby, where I was fairly thin. The man with her was chubby too. Initially things went by normally. The two each ordered a meal and I left to put in their orders. I offhandedly commented on the woman's pin, saying, "I like the flag. Same by the way," as I motioned to it. The woman politely smiled and nodded, saying, "That's actually why I wear it. Everyone else who is bi says something, and it's nice to know that I'm not alone."

That normalcy ended when I returned, walking up to the couple's table I heard them whispering just a bit too loudly to be secretive. The man said, "and we'll both get seconds. Then we'll get to watch one another get so fat that we-" at which point he noticed me, and said, "So, miss," then he read my name tag and continued, "Heather, I am feeling absolutely ravenous today, so I would like to order a second meal. A serving of lasagna to be exact. The woman with him said, "Same actually, right down to it being lasagna." This is where it became a bit too much for my mask to hold, and I smiled broadly, twitching slightly as I reached climax. The man apparently misinterpreted this and said, "You think that's funny?" I shook my head, and said, "No, it just makes me," and I paused for a minute, looking for a word, before settling on "happy." Then, upon noting that the man absolutely was not pleased I said, "Alright, let me go get you two some lasagna." Then took off before anything could get too crazy.

As I left the two began talking before I even got out of earshot. "Do you think our waitress us making fun of us?" the man asked, for the woman to respond, "I don't think so, she might be telling the truth." The two continued to speak as I left. I went about my work, with my mind spinning on that couple. Were they gaining weight on purpose? The man talked about watching each other growing. As was usually my issue, serious thoughts soon gave way to sexual fantasies where the two got fatter and fatter, until they needed a separate chair for each butt cheek. Eventually requiring a third and fourth, until the rows of chairs gave way, as the couple got so fat that their weight destroyed the chairs entirely. By this time they were each so fat that their gigantic asses served as cushions to sit on. So, they simply continued to eat, while growing larger with each bite they swallowed.

I ended up crouching behind a large planter and watching the two, as i let my mind run wild. In hindsight, it was so conspicuous that I would've been more likely to go unseen if I just stood there. Thankfully, the two never turned to face me anyway. So, the obvious nature of my "Hiding spot" wasn't especially important. What was important, however, was that the spot was close enough to my targets that I could hear them perfectly. "I know that you think she hates us," Came the woman's voice, "but she kind of reminds me of myself." The man replied, "I'll admit that she looks like a thinner version of you. Almost perfectly. But that's just external." The woman said, "Alright. Now, if this fails, I'm willing to risk crossing this place off of my list of spots to eat at. But I've got to ask you to be fair. Would you be okay if I asked her outright?" the man answered, "That depends, ask her what exactly?" the woman with him replied, "Simple. I want to ask her if she's judging us for what we are doing." The man said, "Fine, I'll take that risk too. Ask her what you want."

I don't think I've ever been so impatient waiting for a customer's food before, and that's saying something. At my old job I once waited till I could give a customer his food, before going to the restroom for some "alone time." But eventually I got the two lasagnas and brought them to my customers.

I walked up to the table, with my usual, cheerful demeanor and customer service smile. As I did, I said, "Two orders of lasagna." Then set them down and asked, "is there anything else I can do for you?" desperately hoping this woman didn't change her mind. Thankfully she didn't, and said, "Excuse me Heather. Earlier you smiled pretty strongly when my boyfriend and I ordered seconds. Did you mean anything by that?" I said, "No, not at all. I was just," and an idea hit me, so I put on a bashful, embarrassed face, as the man said, "No offense, but I'm pretty sure you'd deny it either way." I put my plan into action and said, "Fine. I'll spill. Just promise not to not tip me if this is weird," the pair watched me expectantly, so I took a deep breath, and said, "Well, I, uumm," and I winced, as if expecting an attack, before quickly saying, "I enjoy watching people eat. Like, I REALLY like it, especially when they eat a lot. Heck, that's why I wanted to be a waitress in the first place, so, when you guys ordered seconds, it was a big deal for me." I watched the two looking embarrassed and ashamed for a moment. Then the man said, "I'm James," he nodded at the woman, saying, "and this is Susan. We, well, we're actually in the same boat. We both kind of get off on overeating, and watching the other do the same. Especially when it's obvious that we're gaining weight. So, I am so sorry to have suspected you of judging us. Is there any way I can make it up to you?" I licked my lips, and said, "Honestly. Just seeing the two of you doing that makes up for it for me. It's even better now that I know you two are in the same boat as me. I've never met anyone else who feels the same way about gaining weigh. Not in person anyway. So, if you want to make it up to me, could you two come back here for me? Like. I'm sorry if this is kind of skeezy but, I would love to see you two keep eating and gaining weight." I sighed as I stifled a shiver, finishing, "especially if it's a lot of weight."

James Smiled, as Susan said, "Of course. Hell, if anything I'd like to see you do the same. You said you like watching people eat and gain, have you considered doing it yourself?" I had considered it, quite often. So, I answered honestly, "Almost every night," I wouldn't say that I did it while touching myself, not in public anyway, I continued, "But I've never pulled the trigger, I can't do that alone." Susan smiled at me and said, "You wouldn't mind stepping away for a moment to let us talk, would you? I would like to speak to James for a bit before speaking on this subject more." I nodded, and said, "Yeah, I'd better get back to work anyway." And walked away. As I went, I took out my remote turned off my stealth toy. My mind was too focused on the question of what they could be talking about for fun. That was my main train of thought until I returned to the table.

When I arrived, both James and Susan had finished their food. I asked them, "So, did you two say anything that I ought to know of?" James grinned from ear to ear, as Susan spoke, saying, "So, don't be put off by this, but what do you think about the two of us?" I took a breath, and said, "Uumm, like I said before, I love the fact that you're bi too. Like, I've met others, but not many. Plus you two are also into feedism, I actually haven't met anyone else who likes that before." Susan smiled and said "That's great, it really is. But it isn't what I meant. Do you find us attractive?"

I felt my blood run cold. Is this a secret test? Are they scouting me out as a friend? I decided to just be honest, and said, "Well, James is a good looking man, I like his hair, and his facial structure." I took a breath, before saying, "And I know I sound kind of full of myself saying this, but I think Susan is beautiful, because she looks like a heavier version of me. I've always wished that it had the courage to gain some weight. Like, maybe a little, maybe a lot. But I've always been afraid that I'd end up alone. So I love getting to see how it might look." James said, "But what if gaining weight didn't land you alone? Then what would you do?" I continued my little trend of honesty, and said, "Honestly? I don't know, I've always fantasized about something like what you two have. Fattening and being g fattened. But, you two are the only folks I've ever met who are like me, and you're with each other." I signed, saying, "I've always wanted that, but I have kind of given up on finding somebody who would support me and my desires."

Susan spoke up and said, "Okay, that is too perfect. So, James and I were talking, and we're actually a fairly new couple. Heck, every night we spend with each other, part of me is wondering if things would be better if I'd gotten with a woman, rather than a man." She then turned toward James, and said, "Sorry Jamie" James shrugged and said, "Eh, I've known for a while. You're easy to read when you want somebody, and I've noticed how you look at other women. I'm not mad. I know it sounds misogynistic, or something like that, but I'm weirdly okay with you sleeping with somebody else, if it's with another woman." So, Susan looked at me, and nodded, saying, "So, we decided that the best course of action would be to ask you if you'd like to date us both." I gasped, saying, "A," then paused to collect myself, before saying, "A thrupple? With two other people who want to mix food and fat into bedroom stuff?" As the two each nodded, my fantasies came flooding back into my mind, as I said, "that's a dream come true. Hell, it's literally a daydream come true. Like, I've fantasized about this since I was thirteen. I've never wanted anything else more. Yes! I'd love to!" Susan then whispered something to James, who lightly smacked her hand and said, "See, this is why people think you're a sexpot, not that you're bi." Susan asked, "Is that a 'no?' because I thought you'd love a celebratory three way, and isn't that what you love about me anyway? I mean, I've had my toy on for half of this meal, and still want-" I giggled, and took out the remote to my stealth perversion enabler. Susan began laughing and removed an identical remote from her purse. We both laughed for a good minute, before I said, "So, my shift ends soon anyway, and yes, I think a three way is the perfect way to celebrate our new time together."

After saying a brief goodbye, I returned to work, with fantasies filling my mind even more than they normally did. Would I finally be able to gain weight safely? Would Susan continue to look like a fatter version of me, until I caught up? Could I even catch up? Would all of my fantasies come true? Did we just agree to have a threesome? Is that even what I really want? Or is it just fantasy talking? Why are they so chill about this stuff? Or is that how I would be too, if I were more comfortable and used to it? Can I just Call Susan "Sue?!?!" I was starting to think that my little toy wouldn't be enough fir the day.