Бесплатный фрагмент - A Fattening Excursion: Kylie’s Stuffing Turning into Feederism Lifestyle

1

Kylie looked in the mirror. She wasn’t too happy with what she saw, but that will do. Today she and her university group had an important excursion related to their majors, which was baking. The girl loved this art a lot, but more than simple aesthetics, she valued the taste. She was always the first to taste cakes, tarts, pies, and other culinary wonders that made her addicted. Not only to that sweet and sometimes savory taste, but to feeling that lasted in her belly. Like she was full, stuffed to no end; her stomach expanded like a balloon to fill all the treats it’s got.

‘‘Heeey! Kyile, are you ready?’’ her roommate knocked on the door impatiently.

‘‘Yeah, wait a second.’’ she smacked her lips and put some tint on them. Nice, now I look like candy. ‘A bit too plump, maybe…’

‘‘Okay, let’s go!’’ she stepped out of the bathroom, meeting her friends. She was the fattest one, and it made her self-conscious. Although she wasn’t that heavy, most people would call her simply overweight or not morbidly obese, so she had no reason to worry. But either way, Kylie considered herself the prettiest one. She was wearing a tight red dress, which made her little curves more protruding, and black sneakers, since they would walk around the huge factory, named ‘‘Cups and Cakes’’, they produced almost all types of candies, that existed in the world and had a wide variety of sodas, none of which were diet.

‘‘So… is the car here?’’ It would take around thirty minutes to get to the factory on their feet, and Kylie was too lazy for her own good. If there was an option, she would always get a taxi, even for a five-minute ride.

‘‘Yeah. Lorie will get us here, right?’’ her roomie looked at another girl.

‘‘Yep.’’ she wasn’t too talkative.

As they’ve got in the car, Kylie found herself rather uncomfortable. She never noticed that she’ve got this big, it was a hassle to put the seatbelt on. Luckily, no one commented on her embarrassment.

‘‘I’ve got some soda over here, girls!’’ Lorie said, gesturing behind herself.

‘‘Oooh, that’s nice…‘’ Kylie tried to reach under her seat to take some. It looked pathetic, with her puffy form awkwardly bending down.

‘‘Lemme help, chubby bro.’’ her other friend, Christie, took pity and quickly got her the sugary bottle.

‘‘Thank you so much…‘’ the girl said with shame painting her cheeks red. She looked away, staring in the window. They must be close.

‘‘Here we are, ladies!’’ Lorie stopped the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and swiftly got out.

Everyone followed her steps, except Kylie, who struggled a bit with her belly stuck stubbornly. She got out before others noticed.

2

The girls were greeted by the factory workers, who were overly enthusiastic and friendly.

Wow, that’s a lot of effort for a minimum wage, Kylie thought.

‘‘Hello girls!’’ someone approached them from behind, “I’m so sorry to be late. I hope such a cuties like you would excuse me for that mistake,’’ the smile of this man was bright, white veeners were reflecting factory lights. He was a brunettte, a bit more taller than average, he was dressed in unimpeccable fashion, which included a tailored suit and perfectly fitting blue pants, that looked silky and expensive.

‘‘Oh, let me introduce myself. I’m Jonathan Malow, owner of this pretty little factory,’’ he bended a bit.

‘‘Hello, mister Malow!’’ the girls giggled. Kylie looked around, not understanding why they were so impressed.

‘‘He’s a billionaire! And he’s kinda cute…‘’ Lorie whispered in her ear.

‘‘Ooh…‘’ it almost made sense. Except a rich guy like him would never look at a fat girl like me, she mused. So there was no reason to get all worked up, he would be like other men, who just made fun of my body, forcing me to be insecure. No, i won’t get into this trap again. No feelings of mine would be hurt.

‘‘So, let me show you around the factory, ladies, i hope you would like it here,’’ he winked.

‘‘Our first destination is a doughmaker. As you see, here we put our key ingredients and mix them up, with the help of our precious machine,’’ it felt like he was looking at her, no, staring. As if he was talking solely to Kylie like… He almost liked her. Yep, that’s impossible, she thought, Mister Malow must be simply looking at my overgrown body, making fun of me in his head…

‘‘And this place, here we put parts of desserts together, kinda glue ‘em up,’’ he laughed. He must be laughing at me, Kylie thought.

‘‘Oh, and this one! My favorite. Here we put on the final products some glaze, sometimes chocolate, sometimes something else. Today you can see we’ve got some strawberry jam. Someone wants to try it? You! Yes, you, pretty lady, please come here and let me get you a sweet treat.’’ Jonathan was staring at her again, and Kylie understood that he wants her to try his candy only when pushed by her friends towards the man.

‘‘Ehhh, sure. Why not,’’ be damned Jonathan Malow, she thought, be damned! Yes, I’m fat, yet it doesn’t mean that you can embarrass me like that publicly! If I’ve got some curves, it doesn’t mean that I love sweets that much! Well, maybe I do, but… Anyway, screw him!

As she angily rambled in her head, she came to the billionaire obediently. It would be more weird to run away in tears, than to simply try the food.

He took a small berry tart in his big hands, fresh from the pipeline. It smelled mouthwatering, even from afar, and looked incredibly glossy.

‘‘Wow,’’ Kylie exclaimed, she never saw an edible beauty like this, even in their cooking classes. Great, now he really thinks that I’m a fat pig, who’s in awe from simply seeing something sugary.

‘‘Open up, miss..?’’ he asked. The man didn’t bother checking the guest list, thinking that it would be some boring students, but now he wishes he did.

‘‘Correy.’’ she said meekly.

‘‘Oh, yes, Miss Correy, pardon my bad memory…‘’ still standing with a shining tart in his hand, rainbowly decorated by nature, he put it near girl’s mouth.

Kylie looked at him, unsure. He really wants to handfeed me? What a weirdo! No way I’m doing that!

Ignoring her mind, her greedy mouth was already opening, almost hypnotized, waiting to be fed a tasty treat.

‘‘Here you go,’’ he whispered, putting a tart into her mouth, clearly wanting for more. Kylie chewed and swallowed, blinking widely, thinking what’s wrong with her. This man put a candy in her mouth, and she liked it, and her friends witnessed it… Oh, how humiliated she was… She would never leave her room again.

‘‘Mister Malow, i want a tart too!’’, ‘‘get in line!’’, ‘‘give it to me!’’, thankfully, none of them noticed her misstep. They were busy trying to get handfed too, but no one got this privilege except her, which made her feel some tingling… Down here.

While no one was paying attention to her, Kylie slipped out, sitting in a warm car. Her belly rumbled, and her mind was anxious. She hugged herself tightly, not knowing how to hide from this embarrassment.

‘‘Oh, Kylie, you’re here!’’ her roommates plopped in their seats.

‘‘Yeah… I’ve got some stomachache after that, you know…‘’ It was bad to lie, but would it be better to tell the truth? That she was afraid that the moistness in her panties would show through her thin dress, or maybe that man would jump on her and fuck her curvy body straight on the factory floor, and how badly she wanted that…

‘‘Oh, really? The sweets were nice,’’ none of them cared; the girls started talking about future exams and weight loss tips, which made Kylie shift in her seat. Yesterday, she considered herself a fat pig, but today… When beautiful rich men seem to like her, was she really that bad?

Kylie got in her room with a smug, condifent smile on her double-chined face, puzzling her friends.

3

It was a Saturday, a perfect day free from studying and annoying professors. Kylie woke up late, sweetly stretching in bed. She was already thinking about breakfast while heading to the bathroom.

Quickly finishing her routine, she was happily stirring some egg scramble for herself, even though it looked like a portion for five people. The girl forgot about yesterday’s weird experience, innocently humming something under her nose. Her head reached to grab the garlic salt.

Her phone buzzed.

‘‘Hmmm, who’s that, and why so damn early?’’ she opened her messager app, swiping through endless notifications.

“Hello, sweet Miss Correy. I hope you remember me, and if you do, I invite you to meet today at the Parrow’s. I will pick you up at seven.”

Who was that, and why did they invite me to the most expensive and pompous restaurant in the city? Huh, it might be these guys, who’s always so cruel to me with their stupid pranks.