Finding Their Fetish

“Mandy! It's great to see you again! How's everything been lately?”

Laurie looked at the face on her computer screen, at Mandy, who answered a second later, in her sweet Georgian drawl, “Not bad, not bad! Actually, it's been pretty great, lately. Do you notice anything different about me?”

Laurie examined the face on her screen for a second, and with moderate certainty, answered, “You lost weight?”

With a big smile on her face, Mandy rocked back, “You're asking me. Now, if that's not the kinda thing that'll tear a girl's confidence down, I dunno what is. Yes, I lost weight.”

“Good for you! Now why don't you change the camera angle, show off for me?”

“Sure thing.” A few seconds later, a little adjusting, and suddenly, Laurie could see the entire body of her friend, and it was big. Not nearly as big, though, as she remembered, as it had been. Mandy, she recalled, was the biggest woman she had ever met, carrying 320 pounds on her 5'6” frame, and not doing it well. Carrying her weight in her stomach meant that as big as she was, she could do nothing to draw attention from the mass of her equator.

The woman on the screen was fat, yes, very fat, but at least her entire body could be captured in the frame. “I've lost something like 80 pounds so far!”

Laurie looked at her own body for comparison, and found what the average woman would call a 'disturbing number of similarities' between the morbidly obese body of her friend on the screen and her own, exposed body. She fondled the softness of her stomach before responding, with a touch of bitterness to her voice, “Good for you, I'm over here, fatter than ever. You lost eighty, I'm guessing I've found forty of those! Proper fat now!”

“You? I don't believe you.”

“What? What do you mean, I've been fat the entire time we've known each other!”

Mandy's eyebrow raised in disbelief, “Laurie, honey, remember who you're talking to. I know fat. And you, you've never been fat.” Laurie began spluttering, but Mandy kept going, “Chubby, yeah, definitely. Chubby as fuck all. But I remember you saying stuff like, 'oh, but I shouldn't,' and then you actually wouldn't eat whatever it was. No, you might have gone and gained a little weight, but trust a fat girl to recognize another fat girl, and you, Laurie, you aren't one.”

Laurie looked down at her body, “All you can see is my face, right? How are you supposed to be telling me I'm not fat if that's all you can see? It's been a while since we talked, maybe I turned into a fat chick in that time?” She squeezed a juicy roll of her flabby stomach, “I'm pretty sure I've gotten there. . .”

Mandy's eyebrow raised, “Yeah? Your turn, then, show off your body to me. Prove to me you've gotten fat.”

“I'm, uh, kind of just in my panties right now?”

Rolling her eyes, Mandy responded, “Yeah, I can see how that would make you look skinny. Sweetie, you're talking to a girl who used to get stuck in bathroom stalls. Your 'fatness,' if it even exists, ain't about to be anything I haven't seen before. Go on, adjust the camera, then.”

A few seconds later, and Laurie saw Mandy's eyes widen visibly, in surprise, and she spoke up, “Okay, uh, I take back what I said, you've taken that step and gotten kinda fat, if you don't mind me saying. Still not too fat, but I think. . . Move around a little bit, let me get a better idea of where you're at?”

Laurie complied with the request, stepping back, turning to the side, sinking her hands into her soft sides, heaving her heavy breasts, bending to the sides, and feeling the heavy, pliable blubber of her midsection forming rolls, a testament to her less than healthy lifestyle. Finally, she turned back to her screen, awaiting her fat friend's final judgment, plopping her widened derrière heavily into her computer chair.

Mandy just sat there for a second, thinking before saying, “Yeah. . . definitely fat now. I think. . .” She paused, thinking how to say what she was about to say, “Don't, uh. Don't take this the wrong way, but, I think. . . I think you're actually fatter than I am now. I mean proportionally, of course, you're shorter than me, so less fat looks like more on you.” She shrugged, and with a smile, “Hey, though, at least you got an awesome rack out of it, though, all I got was a gut the size of Jupiter! Curves balance out the belly, all that.”

“I guess, but I still worry a little sometimes. . .”

Mandy remembered something, “You got a girlfriend now, don't you?”

Laurie nodded, happy to be away from the topic of her weight gain for a second, “Yeah! Lincoln! She's great, just awesome. We got this place together!” She gestured around the room.

“Well what's she think about you gaining this weight, then? She made any comments?”

Laurie didn't even have to think about it, “No. Never. She's something like 330 pounds, though, she knows already she can't say anything and not be a hypocrite.”

Mandy's ears pricked to hear Laurie's girlfriend was a fellow fatty, but instead of commenting on that, she kept to the subject at hand, “And the sex? Is she interested?”

Laurie laughed a bit, “Oh, yeah. She's interested. Very interested.”

“So what's the problem?”

Laurie sighed, “Me being neurotic, mostly. It's just. . . It's about the sex. It's fantastic, yeah, couldn't ask for better, it's just. . . It's kinda vanilla. . . Eating out, fingering. . .  basic stuff, you feel me? And then there's all these other people we talk to, great couples, they're all like 'oh yeah, we got some kinky stuff going on we'd rather not talk about, wink wink,' and I think sometimes, maybe that's it. Maybe that's the key to the perfect relationship, having a shared fetish.” Mandy shrugged, and Laurie kept going, “So we've done our share of experimentation, bondage, stuff like that, and so far, nothing. Lincoln's kinda into domination, but I'm just like. 'eh.' And now I'm getting fat, it's just like, what if we figure it out, and both of us are too fat to actually go along with it? We used to scissor like, all the time, but we stopped once it started getting difficult, what if we find our shared fetish and it's just too much? What happens then?”

Mandy looked thoughtful for a second, then answered, “Well. . . If you're that worried about all that, I guess I could give you the diet information I used for my diet.”

Laurie was more than happy to get the resources Mandy had used, and as soon as they were all printed, she said goodbye, nice chat, she needed to do something before starting this diet.

She needed to talk to someone.
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Lincoln was in the kitchen, same as she usually was on nights like this, midnight snacking. She was excited about tonight's offerings. She pulled from the fridge a fresh ½ gallon carton of Rocky Road, and waddled her way to the nearest table.

She was a vision of voluptuous flesh, obesity incarnate, wearing only her undersized underwear, her well-rounded bottom turning what were once full-coverage panties into what appeared to be a thong, leaving her thick, meaty figure free to bulge outwards. With each step, her entire body jiggled, the shockwaves of each heavy footfall echoing across her massive, blubbery body. Grabbing a spoon from a drawer, she popped the lid from the carton before sitting down, unwilling to wait even a few seconds more before indulging her overblown body.

With her first bite of that smooth, creamy goodness, Lincoln felt a shiver pass through her body, as the cold, cold cream traveled to her the center of her warm, already somewhat full belly, soon to be transformed to adipose and transported to the wide, dimpled spaces of her bottom and thighs. She grinned as the sweetness was registered, transported to her happy place, just in time for more.

And this was what Laurie saw when she walked into the kitchen, feeling ultra-aware of her own severe obesity. Her gorgeous, gluttonous girlfriend, gorging herself on ice cream, straight from a freshly opened carton, her huge hips pouring over the edges of the standard-sized chair that was struggling to hold up her weight. For a few seconds, she just watched, unnoticed by Lincoln, as the woman she cared about shoveled spoonful after spoonful of fattening piles of milk, sugar and fudge into the chasm of her mouth. For some reason, she couldn't say why exactly, Laurie couldn't look away, and more than that, she didn't want to.

Lincoln dribbled a bit of slightly melted ice cream down onto her exposed stomach, a splotch of brown against the pale whiteness of her stomach. Using her finger, she wiped it up, and as she moved the escaping ice cream to her mouth, she noticed Laurie for the first time, and briefly, she was happy to see her. Then, she noticed the expression Laurie had.

That wasn't a happy expression.

That wasn't her 'why don't you come to bed, wink wink' look.

That was her 'we need to talk' face.

She set the ice cream down, and stood up, well, tried to stand up, encountering a certain degree of difficulty. It was a familiar sensation to an experienced overeater such as Lincoln, nothing to worry about, just meant she needed to rock back and forth a time or two, get the momentum going, which she did, and a second later, was looking at Laurie with concern, “What is it, babe? Are you okay?” She stood face-to-face with her lover, setting her hand on Laurie's side, her fingers sinking into the soft surface.  

Laurie looked up at Lincoln with her big, electric-blue eyes, and said simply, “I'm getting fat. . .”

Lincoln's heart melted a little, and she went for the full embrace, trying to comfort her lover, “Oh, honey, don't even! You're not fat, you're just curvy! You're just--”

Laurie pulled away, cutting Lincoln off, and laying down the solid facts, “I'm fat, Lincoln. 217 pounds, and let's be real, my job has me sitting around all day, every day, testing video games, I'm ordering extra large pizzas for two out of three meals every day, and the only 'exercise program' I have is orgasming when you eat me out, and then returning the favor, the only way any of the twenty something pounds I've gained since we moved here could be muscle is if it's all in my mouth, and I got chipmunk cheeks and a double-chin that say that ain't what's happening!” She paused, looked up at Lincoln's surprised face, and took a deep breath, “I'm sorry. It's just I was coming out here to tell you. I think. . .I think I'm going on a diet.”

Lincoln smiled, “Then I think I'm going on a diet, too!”

Laurie just blinked up at her, surprised by how fast that was, “I thought. . . I thought I'd have to convince you. . .”

Lincoln just looked down at the round, pink-cheeked face of her lover and was overwhelmed by how adorable she looked right that second. She reached down to lift Laurie up into the air, the way she did when they first started dating, but found two obstacles were in the way, the first being her full stomach, and the second being the seventy pounds Laurie had packed on in the three years since the last time Lincoln had done this.  

Upon realizing it wasn't going to happen, she played it off by kissing Laurie's exposed breasts, flicking her tongue into the chasm of her cleavage, then pecking at her exposed body in sequence, making her way slowly up to Laurie's mouth, kissing her passionately, and when the two separated, finally responding to her, “Laurie. . . I love you. I may not like dieting, but if it's for you, I'll do it. We starting tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Mandy gave me the plans, we can go shopping, clear out the junk food tomorrow, wait, what are you doing?”

Lincoln had broken away from Laurie all of a sudden, twisted around and began waddling her fat, majestic, dimpled bottom back to the table, where her ice cream sat slowly melting, “I'm getting a head start on all that! Gonna clear out the junk food before morning!” She plopped her wide rear end down onto the chair forcefully, the impact rippling across her thick, exposed legs.

Laurie watched wide-eyed as Lincoln picked up the half-eaten, half-melted carton of ice cream and tilted it back, pouring the sweet, sugary run-off of the melted ice cream into her open mouth, absorbing every one of the hundreds of calories just in that carton, adding to the future mass of her already heavy body, piling on a few more inches to what was already there. She remembered something, “Lincoln. . . Didn't you say you just restocked us this afternoon?”

Chocolate dripping around her mouth, Lincoln poured the final drops into down her gullet, and grunted yes, leading Laurie to her next question, “How much. . . how much did you get?”

Lincoln stood up tossing the emptied carton to the side and making her way to the freezer, opening it to reveal three more ½ gallon containers, “Enough.”

Laurie's eyes widened, but she knew deep down, if anyone could do this, it was Lincoln.



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Four months later, Lincoln is having lunch with a friend. . .
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“So, wait. That's all you're getting? That's it? A salad?” Corey asked, confusion clear on his face.

Lincoln raised her eyebrow at the question and its implied accusation, “Problem?”

Corey spluttered, “No! It's just, uh. . .” His face tightened in concentration as he thought back a few months, “Last time I saw you, you said, what was it, Kim Kardashian would be 300 pounds before you ever got skinny?”

Lincoln laughed at the memory, “Ha, yeah, and then I ate until I got stuck in one of these booths!” She gestured to the table they were seated at, and looked down at herself to compare where she was now to where she was back then. The difference was one of about 30 pounds, all subtracted from her stomach. She wasn't a fan of the diet exactly, but if she had to go on one, she thought, this was how she'd want the weight to go. She liked her big, fat bubble butt.

Sitting in the booth wasn't comfortable, anymore than it had been the last time. Her wide hips and thick, thunderous thighs still occupied nearly the entire bench. The worst part last time had been the disagreement between between her stomach and the table, and that wasn't going to be an issue this time. Her stomach was soft and pleasingly plunk, poking out into her lap, a good distance, but not as far as it had the last time she'd been here. There was a very clear gap between the pudge of her pooch and the edge of the table.

Suddenly, she realized Corey was saying something, waving his hand, trying to get her attention, “Hello? Hello! Ah, there we go. So, uh, what happened? What made you change your mind?”

Lincoln shrugged, “Girlfriend happened.”

“She put you on a diet?”

“Nah, she went on a diet, and I didn't want her to feel all alone, so I went on one with her! Mind you, I never actually thought it would work. . .”

“Yeah? How's it working, then?” Lincoln wanted to laugh, seeing the disappointed look on Corey's face. She knew he saw her diet success and could tell how he felt about it. So she decided to tell him what he would consider 'good news' on the diet front, “Oh, it's different for the two of us. I've lost weight, and Laurie. . . Well, she lost a little at first, but but I'm fair certain she's gained it all back by now, plus a few more pounds.”

Worked like a charm, Corey perked up like a puppy being offered bacon, or for that matter, Lincoln being offered cheesecake. “Really, now? And what do you think about that?”

Lincoln hesitated before answering, “Well. . . It's weird.” She began massaging her soft, supple stomach, lifting up her shirt a few inches, playing with her pudge, a habit she'd picked up to distract herself from how hungry she was.

Corey just watched for a second, in awe of the woman's body in front of him, and in mourning that it wasn't getting any bigger, but when he pulled himself away from that, he encouraged her to keep talking, “Weird in what way, exactly?”

Lincoln's massaging sped up, her fingers digging deep into the heavy layers of lard her laziness had furnished her figure with, wrapping around her fat rolls, squeezing them tightly, leaving red marks when she released, visible only for a few seconds before her shirt covered them. She was nervous, “It's just. . .” she began, “I know how it is, skinny is supposed to be sexy, but I gotta say, during those first couple weeks, when she was losing weight, things just weren't as good. I dunno how to say it, but it just wasn't as much fun in the bedroom. Might have had to do with her tits shrinking, maybe, but what I know for a fact is, when she started gaining weight back, then it was good. It's like, I appreciate her body that much more, now I can compare skinnier Laurie to my chubby, sexy Laurie, and I'm about like 98% sure she's fatter than she was before the diet even. If my fat girl senses are right, she's put on something like twenty pounds past where she was before, and I can't even tell you how friggin' HOT that is to me,” She shifted her weight awkwardly, trying to hide how turned on she was by the thought of Laurie growing bigger and bigger, getting fatter than even Lincoln had ever been, her big breasts swelling up, firm and juicy, growing out of the range of stores, so big she'd need custom-made bras. She flushed pink from the combination of embarrassment and excitement, but then waved her meaty arm in front of her dismissively, “Oh, I don't know. I'm weird.”

She looked up to see Corey, his forehead furrowed with thought, trying to find the words to tell Lincoln, “Not. . . Not as weird as you'd think.”

Lincoln's curiosity was piqued, “What'd you mean?”

“Well, it's just--”

Lincoln's phone buzzed suddenly, cutting Corey off mid-sentence, a text. She looked at the number, “Speak of the devil. It's Laurie, you mind if I read this while you're talking?”

“No, not at all. Anyways, what I was saying. There's some people out there, myself included, who--”

Lincoln cut in, “I'm gonna have to stop you.” She had an intense look of worry on her face, “I'm sorry,” she apologized, “I'm real, real sorry, it's just. . . this text. . .” She began gathering up her purse and things in a hurry, throwing down a $20 bill on the table as she stood up, “That should cover it, yeah? Keep the extra, I gotta go, sorry again, we'll have to finish this later!” she yelled back as she rushed out the door.


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Back in the apartment, Laurie had had a revelation, thanks to Mandy. . .
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It began as a social call, the first face-to-face meeting between Mandy and Laurie in ages.

Welcoming Mandy in, Laurie couldn't miss seeing it. She looked different, changed from how she'd been a few months ago, when they'd Skyped, from the night that Laurie and Lincoln had begun their diets. She didn't say it out loud, but if the webcamera adds 10 pounds, then Mandy had added another 30 on her own since then.

What she saw was an extremely obese woman wearing a strained pair of sweatpants stained with chocolate, and a tee that didn't quite reach far enough to cover the lower fifth of her great, quivering gut.

What she said was “Come on in, Mandy, you look great!”

And that, Laurie reflected, was sort of true. Mandy was fatter than last they'd seen each other, but she knew well enough that was true for her as well, and at least Mandy was still significantly slimmer than the great, flabby globe she'd been before the diet.

Mandy though, was having none of it, a quick hello, and straight to the comments on her appearance, “Pfft, yeah, sure, whatever honey. Have you seen me, standing here taking up your entire doorway with my fat self? I've let myself get fat again.” With that said, she walked through the door Laurie was holding open for her, straight to the couch, where she collapsed heavily backwards onto the sofa.

Laurie followed, sitting into the chair across from the couch, “Well, yeah,” she admitted, Mandy had undoubtedly gained weight back, and from what Laurie could tell, she'd done it without thought to buying properly fitting clothes. Her shirt was, as mentioned before, not capable of containing the acres of stomach flesh Mandy's body featured, and though they were holding it together thus far, her sweatpants were pulling apart at the seams, “Yeah, you've gained a little of it back, but--”

“I'm cutting you off right there. Ain't no 'a little' about it. I'm up to about 275 or so again, or at least that's what I think I'm at. Feel about the same sort of fat I did when I was about 275.”

Laurie smiled at the correction, not because of what Mandy was saying, but because it reminded her who she was speaking to. No bullshit. “So what happened, anyways, to take you off the diet?”

Mandy shrugged, “Nothin' particularly. Just woke up a couple days after I told you all about it, craved pizza. Craved it like only a fat girl can crave something. Told myself 'no' for a good while, but then I convinced myself I deserved it, figured I earned myself a cheat day.” She set her hands on the dome of her stomach, “Called up Dominoes, got myself a couple extra-large supremes, ate all of them in one sitting, and never looked back.”

Hearing Mandy describe her own diet-ending experience, all Laurie could think about was the dozens of times over the past few months she'd sneaked some sort of sweet treat, gone out for something, and had a lapse in will-power while driving, pulled in for a value meal, and thinking about this, all she could manage to say was, “Feel ya on that. . .”

“You too, huh?”

“What?” Laurie had left this plane of existence for a moment, lost in the memories of so many secretive cheesecakes and burgers, but Mandy's question was bringing her back down.

Mandy cleared her throat, and her face was uncertain, as though she was reconsidering what she was about to say, “You, too? Sorry, it's just the way you said that made it sound like you did what I did, start the diet and go off it, start packing weight back on.” She paused to get a reaction, and she got what she wanted. Laurie bit her lip, and ducked her head in shame, “Oh, I know that face.” She grunted as she fought against the bulk of her belly to lean forward, touch the side of Laurie's face, “Hey, now, it's okay. Sweetheart, It's alright. . .”

Tears were welling up in Laurie's eyes, but something about Mandy's accent, and her sympathy towards her kept the tears at bay. She did have to admit, “I'm fatter now than I was before the diet!”

Mandy pulled her in for a hug, and Laurie happily accepted the embrace, even though she couldn't reach her short arms all the way around her friend, “It's alright, Laurie, that happens. It's regular. Something about the body getting used to not having so much and then when you go back to eating like normal, it all turns to fat.” Suddenly, Mandy realized something. She pulled away from the hug and looked at Laurie curiously, “Wait, didn't you say on Skype this was all supposed to be for your girlfriend? Where's she at?”

Glad for a change of topic, Laurie answered, “She's off out having with lunch with a friend.” She paused for a second before bringing it back to the previous conversation, “Diet really worked on her, she's back down under 300 pounds.”

Mandy nodded, “Good for her. Know from experience how that is.” She paused to think about Laurie's tone in saying that, and examining her expression, “You don't seem excited for her?”

Laurie sighed, “I know. . . And I know I should feel guilty for it, but I'm honestly not that thrilled about it. I mean, she didn't want to go on a diet, she only did it 'cause of me, and then. . . Then there's other stuff. . .” She trailed off.

Mandy could read between the lines well enough to know what Laurie was trying to say, “Sex gone downhill?”

Laurie didn't answer straight away, trying to sift through all the different elements of what there was, and the layers of her answer, finally just saying, “Yes. . . and no? Both, I guess. We're still having sex.” she chuckled hollowly, “Like, a lot of sex. She seems more into me now than ever, even though I'm getting fat as a pig. And I'm not gonna lie, Lincoln does stuff with her tongue I swear, god himself must have come down and taught her, 'cause I swear, it's heaven on earth. Sex is great. It's just. . .” She breathed in deep, bracing herself to say what she was thinking, “It's Lincoln herself. Not like who she is, that's same as ever. It's how she looks since she's lost thirty plus pounds.”

She looked at Mandy waiting for a response, but nothing came, so she continued, “It's like, she's hot, smoking hot, and I love her, but there's just something missing now she's lost weight. I liked her tummy before, it was warm, nice place to squeeze on to, soft place to lay my head on when we're watching TV and feeling frisky. It's like, I know it's weird, right, I should be happy my morbidly obese girlfriend is losing weight and getting healthier, but I see her naked in the mornings, and all I can think is, I miss that fat, round gut she used to have. I don't know, it's stupid.” She stopped again, feeling like she'd laid her heart out on the table, and Mandy just sat there, thinking. “Hello? Did you hear what I said?”

Mandy shook herself out of thought, “Hmm? Oh, yeah, it's just. . You sound exactly like. . .” She stopped, thinking back, “Did I ever tell you about Frank?”

The name was familiar, “Your ex? What about him?”

“Yeah, that's the one. I don't know what I told you about him, but I'm pretty sure I know what I didn't tell you. Okay, back to the beginning. I met Frank the first day of college. I was actually skinny back then, well, slightly overweight, but compared to now, I was tiny. Met Frank, we started dating, I put on a couple pounds pretty quick, chalked it up to the freshman 15, mentioned it to Frank, and he told me something I'd never thought about.”

She paused, trying to compose exactly the right way to describe what Frank had told her about. “He told me he was into the idea of me getting fatter. Said it was his thing, his fetish. Called himself a 'feeder,' asked if I'd be his 'feedee.' That was the start of me getting super fat. I didn't know any better, just loved the way he would literally be waiting on me hand and foot, giving me more food any time I asked for it, and I would just lay around eating any time I wasn't in class. Gained the freshman 40, which was a big deal for Frank,” She smiled at the memory, “God, that made him horny. Anyway, about graduation time, I was something like just over 300 pounds, and stuff was getting difficult. I mentioned to him I'd like to maybe lose like twenty pounds or so, and he flipped out. Said I was perfect and I'd stop being hot if I lost weight, a bunch of really mean stuff, and in the end we broke up over all of that. I put on another twenty or so after that, just out of spite and you know, fat girl life lesson, drown your feelings in chocolate syrup and sprinkles.”

Laurie didn't know how to respond to that. “So. . . You're saying I remind you of the asshole who made you fat and dumped you? How am I supposed to react to that?”

Mandy waved her hands emphatically, “No, not that bit, the other bit. The fetish. It sounds like that's what you were saying about how you feel with Lincoln losing weight. How would you feel if she went off the diet and got even fatter than she was before the diet?”

Laurie began to imagine Lincoln returning to her old glory, a queen of curves, her soft body spreading wider and wider, her soft stomach becoming a generous gut, her wide hips piling on the pounds, exaggerating her moderate waddle, making her too fat for ordinary walking. She imagined Lincoln lazing about on the sofa, stuffing herself, exercising never, until her massive rear outgrew the seat built for three. She stopped that line of thinking right there, feeling too turned on to consider exploring the possibilities further.

Mandy knew what was going through Laurie's mind, she'd seen those expressions before, when she'd speculated to Frank about what it would be like reaching the next milestone. She didn't say much, just “I rest my case.”

Laurie pulled herself back down to earth. She needed to do something, and it couldn't wait. She stood up and motioned for Mandy to begin doing the same, “Okay, Mandy, I know this is kinda abrupt, but there's something I need to talk to my girlfriend about, and I gotta do it ASAP, so come on,” she reached out to help her bulky friend stand up, “Sorry to throw you out so fast, we'll hang again real soon, but right now, I gotta deal with this thing. Bye, now!” She walked with Mandy to the door, and as soon as Mandy was through it, she texted Lincoln,

“We need 2 talk. Now.”
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Lincoln rushed as fast as she could to get back to the apartment, terrified of what the text meant. 'Need 2 talk,' well what about? Why was it urgent? Why 'Now?'

She tried to get back quickly, but things kept happening. Buses were late, cabs wouldn't stop, and there she was, in her own head, playing through the horrifying possibilities of what that text might mean, and when she made it to the room, breathing heavily from the exertion of having run half a block, further than she'd run since the first day of high school gym class, exactly nothing was explained.

More questions were raised, actually. In the front room of their apartment was enough food for a medium-sized family, and sitting on the floor in her underwear, munching her way through what Lincoln's fat-girl food-detection skills identified as an extra-large Dominoes supreme. She paused for a second just to stare at Laurie. God, she was sexy, her fat belly bulging out further than normal with half a pizza inside it, her juicy, delicious breasts bubbling up from their constraints, and the cherry on top, Laurie's smiling, content face. That smile wiped away the fears Lincoln had had on her way over, but still, there was the confusion, “Laurie? What's happening here?”

Laurie's smile faded, but not completely as she looked up at the statuesque form of her lover. She held up another box of pizza, “Diet's over. Calling it off as of ten minutes ago. Eat as much as you can. Ice cream in the freezer.”

Lincoln sat down and opened the box, letting the delicious scent of pizza wash over her, overwhelming her senses. God, she loved pizza. She began to eat, and immediately, her stuffing instincts kicked in, and within minutes, the whole thing was gone, and she looked up to see Laurie staring at her, lustily. “Laurie? What's going on?”

Laurie didn't answer right away, just looked Lincoln over hungrily, examining the way her wide, child-bearing hips were testing the seams of her khaki skirt, and the way her stomach, now containing one pizza was rounding out, a dome extending from the middle of her chubby body. “Why don't you strip down to your panties, Lincoln?”

Lincoln wanted answers, though, not to play games, “Why don't you tell me what this is all about, huh?”

Laurie forced the sexual images of a fatter Lincoln to the back of her mind, trying to pull it together. She breathed in deeply, “Okay, phew, sorry. Anyways, the text.” She shut her eyes, hoping that she might help her get through this, “So, I was hanging out with Mandy, and we were talking about the diet.”

She paused for a second, and Lincoln, thinking she was done talking, asked the question, “Yeah? How's she doing?”

“Fatter.” Laurie said shortly, opening her eyes, “but anyway, we were talking about how you were losing all this weight, and I'm over here, fatter than I was before the diet, and I realized something.” She looked directly at Lincoln, her electric-blue eyes captivating her, “I realized that you were more into me than ever, and me. . . don't take this the wrong way, babe, but from where I am, you were better before you lost weight. I miss your tummy. You still got some chub around there, but I miss your big, fluffy belly, all soft and sexy. . .” She trailed off, and a second later, snapped back to attention, “So I got all this together for you. Feast away. You never had a problem being fatter, so here you go, stuff until you're brain-dead! Fatten that tummy up for mama, go ahead!”

Lincoln's face smiled more with every word Laurie was saying, but she had one thing to say, “And where's your feast, then? I'm supposed to be getting fat all on my lonesome here?” She looked at Laurie mischievously, grabbing a handful of the fat along her side, “All this tells me you like eating too much, too! Well, I like the way it looks on you.” She leaned in closer, wrapping her arms tight around Laurie's soft middle, squeezing her tight, “Looks like you've been cheating on this diet of yours for quite some time. I think someone needs to get stuffed so full they never need to eat again!” She reached down Laurie's overfull bra, pulling one of her melons free, “Fatten these girls up until they're bigger than your head, too big for me to play with, even using both hands, getting them nice and tasty, MMMM” She dropped the breast, and Laurie didn't rush to stuff it back in, focusing instead on stuffing the pizza she held into her mouth, greedily.

“Mmmph! Sounds good to me!” She answered, as she went into a feeding frenzy of her own, pausing only to tell Lincoln, “Head over to the freezer, get out two half gallons, we're doing this!”

Lincoln smiled widely, muttering to herself, “We're doing this. . .”

And they did, stuffing themselves to the point of immobility, enjoying not just the sense of being way too full, but the knowledge that the other was in the same boat, and knowing where this would lead. They couldn't move well enough to enjoy each others' company in their usual manner, but they made do, leaving the pair of them laying side-by-side, on their backs, full bellies protruding proudly into the air, and feeling satisfied, by sex and by sustenance, surrounded by the wrappers and packaging of the food they were slowly digesting.

“So. . .” Lincoln said after a few minutes of reveling in the moment, “Is this our thing, then?”

“Yes,” Laurie answered, “Feeder, feedee, back and forth, both ways, it's a thing. We've found our fetish.”