Feeding

Chapter 2

Melody was likely thinking of trimming down now that she was out on the dating scene again, but that was out of the question now that she had met me.

I liked my girls big and getting bigger. There's just so much more to squeeze, am I right? There is no better feeling than grabbing a plump girl by her love handles, pulling her close and feeling her soft and plush fat pressing into your body. Wrapping your arms around her bloated midsection only to find that your hands can barely touch on the other side and your fingers dig deep into rolls of fat on her tummy. It was heavenly.

It was no use for Melody. She was only going to get fatter as I wooed her.

Over the years, I had become quite good at fattening my unsuspecting partners. Every girl I had dated since high school left the relationship at least 25 pounds heavier, if not more.

Kara noticed a 10 pound gain after weeks of steady encouragement and decadent dinners out with me. She took a membership at the gym, quickly, to correct her mistakes. I pulled the classic move of replacing her protein shakes with heavy duty weight gain supplements for almost six months.