Opening
Lydia had never been lucky with men in her life. She wasn't exactly ugly, but she didn't have what you'd call classically beautiful features either. Besides, Lydia was an extremely skinny girl. Whether from a lack of nutrition or her natural constitution. Several times she had tried to gain weight, but her modest budget didn't allow her to splurge on food choices, and synthetic supplements didn't help. One day, she stumbled upon a website for chubby chasers online and discovered hordes of virtual men going crazy over rounded female forms. She also learned a new term for herself—feederism. Lydia thought she could probably kill two birds with one stone—find a man
and gain a little weight.After registering on this site, Lydia wrote a message on the forum:
"Skinny girl looking for a good feeder to help her get plump." And she left her email. Literally that same day, her inbox was overflowing with messages from feeders wanting to meet. Lydia chose one who was more attractive and from her city. His name was Oleg. Oleg suggested that Lydia meet up and have lunch together. Oleg took Lydia to a Chinese buffet restaurant. Lydia had never been to restaurants and didn't know such places existed. Oleg explained that in such a restaurant, you pay a fixed amount and can eat as much as you want. Out of habit, Lydia ate a few grams of rice and took a bite of a piece of chicken and felt full. Oleg frowned and stared into the distance. Lydia liked Oleg and she didn't want to upset him. She understood what he expected from her and, overcoming her aversion to food, began stuffing pieces of meat into herself. Oleg perked up and started looking at Lydia lovingly. Lydia noticed that the more grotesquely she ate, the more adoringly Oleg looked at her. After stuffing four pieces of chicken into herself, Lydia realized she absolutely couldn't eat any more and slumped back in her chair, exhausted, breathing heavily and gulping water from a glass. Oleg suggested they rest a bit and continue some more. He ran to the buffet and brought Lydia ice cream with whipped cream. Lydia thought that if she ate even a bite, she would throw up, but she still picked up a spoon and tried to eat. Oleg watched her intently. There was no way to slack off, and Lydia heroically swallowed two spoonfuls of ice cream. She felt sick and wanted some fresh air. Oleg took pity on her and, after paying for the buffet, led Lydia outside. Lydia held her stomach, which, though stuffed to the brim, was still as flat as before the meal. Oleg put Lydia in his car and drove her to his home. She practically didn't care where they were going; she felt nauseous from the food. Oleg brought her to his home and sat her in a chair. Lydia was feeling better, and Oleg placed a basket of fruit in front of her, and also unwrapped a bar of chocolate. Lydia didn't want fruit or chocolate, but Oleg looked at her so pleadingly that she ate a few grapes. Then suddenly Oleg pushed her onto the sofa, pulled up her skirt, and thrust his penis into her. From the surprise, Lydia almost threw up all the food she had swallowed over the last couple of hours. Oleg fucked her thoroughly and with wild passion. Lydia had never felt so good. She realized that Oleg must not be let go under any circumstances, and decided to make any sacrifice to keep him by her side.
"I'm hungry," she lied when they finished. "I want to eat!" she declared capriciously. Oleg jumped up as if stung and rushed to the kitchen. A minute later, a steaming pizza stood before Lydia. "Oh God, what have I done!" Lydia thought sorrowfully, realizing she would have to eat it all now.
"Eat, sunshine," Oleg said tenderly, handing her a fattier piece.
Lydia began stuffing the disgusting pizza into herself, washing it down with water.
It was getting dark outside.
"I should go home," said Lydia.
"You're not going anywhere," Oleg replied. "From now on, you're my captive!"
Lydia didn't really have anywhere to go, as she lived alone and didn't work anywhere, but she still put up a bit of a stubborn fight before resigning herself.
Soon her stomach stretched and began accepting much more food than before. Her belly, still practically flat before eating, would swell to the size of a small soccer ball after a meal. Lydia also began to feel that her clothes were getting tighter on her. She examined herself in the mirror and noted each day that her curves were becoming more rounded. One day, Lydia suddenly asked herself, "Why am I afraid of getting fat? That's just a prejudice. Well, I was skinny, no one noticed me at all; now I'm getting fat, and I'm loved more than life itself every day. I'll get fat," Lydia decided, waving her hand with a smile, and she dove into the food. She became a feedee.
One morning she got up and instead of her usual flat stomach, she saw a rather rounded belly with fat on her sides in the mirror. "Love handles," Lydia remembered what they call those sides online. "So, I've got some fat now," Lydia thought with satisfaction, habitually taking from the table a glass of 30% cream left by Oleg as usual.
Sipping the cream, Lydia went to the kitchen. She tried to sway her hips gracefully. Alas, they were still skinny as sticks, only just beginning to be coated with a delicate layer of fat. "Come on, get fat faster!" Lydia scolded them and went to the fridge. After stuffing her stomach to the brim, Lydia went to look at herself in the mirror. In its stuffed state, her belly was round like a basketball. Her new curves amused Lydia. She tried playing with her belly, rolling it back and forth with her hands. It felt pleasant. For the first time, Lydia felt that she had a body that was becoming richer every day. Lydia suddenly remembered how just a few weeks ago she felt nauseous from food and laughed. The thought of how to eat more deliciously and in greater quantities now never left her, even when she stuffed her stomach to the limit. At such moments, she simply regretted that her stomach was still too small and couldn't hold everything that could be eaten in the house. "Stretch faster already!" Lydia scolded her stomach. Lydia turned on the TV. A show about how to lose weight was on. A fat woman on screen was talking about how she dreamed of losing weight. Lydia examined the rounded curves of the fat woman on screen with envy and couldn't understand what was wrong with the brains of this woman who dreamed of getting rid of such a luxurious body. "What a fool," Lydia said, stuffing her stomach with high-calorie food, feeling her belly. "Here I am, struggling to gain weight, and this fool dreams of losing weight. Outrageous!"
Photos of fat women that Oleg liked hung on all the walls. Lydia wanted to get fat quickly to look like one of them. Oleg simply went crazy with joy when he came home and saw that Lydia had gained weight again and rounded out in yet another place. He meticulously kept a diary, weighing and measuring Lydia's circumferences. In the first 3 weeks of living with Oleg, Lydia gained 5 kilograms. Oleg also loved applying the "jiggle test," as he called it. He would slap Lydia's butt, belly, and thighs and watch if the fat jiggled.
"When your fat starts to jiggle, then you can consider yourself a real beauty," he would say after another slap.
Lydia diligently ate everything Oleg left for her, now down to the last crumb. One day, she ate everything in the house a full 2 hours before Oleg arrived. Slumping on the sofa and massaging her swollen belly, she suddenly thought with horror that it seemed she wanted to eat, but Oleg still wasn't home. She dialed his cell phone and said she wanted to eat, but the food was gone. Oleg was in some meeting and couldn't get away, though his voice sounded very concerned by the news. Lydia rummaged in the kitchen and found some cereal. She had to cook porridge. She cooked a whole bowl and, throwing in the remains of butter, began to eat it. By the time Oleg arrived, she was already lying on the sofa breathing heavily with a bloated stomach, and an empty porridge bowl lay nearby. Oleg dragged bags of food into the house and rushed anxiously to Lydia.
"How's my hungry sweetie doing?"
"I didn't get lost," Lydia smiled. "I cooked all the porridge I found in the pantry and ate it."
"There was a whole kilogram there!" Oleg exclaimed admiringly.
"Yep," Lydia smiled slyly, stroking her swollen belly.
"We need to buy sturdier furniture," Oleg said when it was all over. "The kind that can hold you when you become like her"—he nodded at the photo on the wall.
"You need to buy a more powerful car too," said Lydia. "Otherwise, your Opel won't handle me the way you dream of seeing me."
"True," said Oleg. "There's an incentive to earn more money," he smiled, preparing a protein shake for Lydia. A menacing growl sounded from Lydia's stomach. She watched Oleg's manipulations greedily and as soon as he finished, she pounced on the food.
"By the way, darling, check my fat," said Lydia, offering her belly for a slap. Oleg slapped, and the belly jiggled. Just yesterday, Oleg hadn't observed this jiggle.
"Just don't eat it, my little glutton," Oleg said tenderly.
"Heh heh, get your money ready, Oleg," Lydia chuckled to herself. "No way am I stopping at what I've achieved."
Lydia became a star. And a star far happier than those shown on TV.