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(WG, XWG, Fit to Fat, Feederism)Chapter 3: The first evening

Monica opened the apartment door when the delivery person rang the bell and took the two huge paper bags. The heavyset woman then turned to Catherine with a grin and kicked the dorm room door shut. She shook the two large bags—which lay heavy and fragrant in her arms—slightly for effect. Since sushi is usually just cold, there had to be something hot in there too—and it smelled so wonderful.

“Wow, they really went all out,” she said to Cat, who was still sitting at the kitchen table.

“There’s even something extra in there—probably because my order was so big. Come on, let’s go over to my place. The TV’s bigger there.”

Catherine nodded and followed her, her curiosity already tingling beneath her skin. Monica’s room was behind the door covered in stickers, and when the smaller woman pushed it open and turned on the light, Cat stood in the doorway for a moment, gazing in amazement as her eyes took it all in. It was as if someone had crammed a comic convention, a horror shop, and a gaming room into a single space and then topped it all off with love and chaos.

Poster after poster hung on the walls: a blood-splattered alien bursting out of an astronaut’s chest, next to it a giant image of Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece, a dark piece of artwork from The Last of Us, and a yellowed poster of Evil Dead were just a few examples. Above the bed hung a hand-painted banner bearing the words “Player 1 has entered the game.” Shelves full of knickknacks and books lined the walls: detailed anime figures in dynamic poses, a few Funko Pops of Marvel heroes, and a life-size replica of a turret from the Portal games. Hanging from the ceiling were even small, glowing replicas of the Enterprise and the Galactica. The desk was piled high with game consoles, controllers, a few open manga volumes, and a collection of Blu-rays ranging from “Stranger Things” to “Attack on Titan” to classic ’80s horror movies. Although there was barely any space left on the table, FOUR monitors and an impressive high-end PC glowing in varying colors took up most of the space.

A large shelf was filled exclusively with merchandise: mugs with “Game Over” lettering, pillows shaped like pixel hearts, trading cards, board games, and pen-and-paper rulebooks.Cat let out an amused laugh.

“This is… unbelievable. You live here like in a museum for everything that’s nerdy and a little twisted. I love it.”

Monica beamed, her cheeks slightly flushed, and set the sushi bags down on the large bed, which was covered with a black throw and several pillows—mostly Pokémon-themed ones.

“Welcome to my sanctuary. Sit down, make yourself comfortable. The TV is 55 inches and has the best sound you can get for the money.” Monica pointed to the two large, expensive-looking speakers on either side of the TV.

She turned on the large flat-screen TV hanging on the wall across from the bed and tossed the remote to Cat.

“Pick something. I’ve got every streaming service out there. I’m up for anything, as long as it’s not too cheesy.”

Cat climbed onto the bed; the mattress gave way softly under her weight. It would definitely be hot to see Monica’s naked fat wobbling around on this thing, the thought flashed through her mind. Then she began pulling the countless boxes and containers out of the bags. It was an absurd amount: Maki rolls with salmon, tuna, avocado, and cucumber; inside-out rolls with tempura shrimp; nigiri in every variation; sashimi platters; gyoza; edamame; soy sauce, wasabi, and ginger in small bowls; plus two large boxes of sweet desserts—mochi and a kind of fruit salad with cream. What had smelled so good were two sealed cups of curry-ginger soup with shrimp and a package of satay skewers. Monica hadn’t exaggerated. There was enough for four people, maybe even five. She picked up one of the pairs of chopsticks that had come with the order.“You’re completely crazy, girl…,” Cat murmured as she grabbed one of the salmon maki rolls and popped it into her mouth with relish. The rice was perfect, the fish fresh, and the flavor exploded on her tongue.

“But in the best way.”

Monica sat down next to her new roommate, her legs tucked under her, her large, heavy breasts resting softly on her thighs as she leaned forward to grab a piece of nigiri. Her tight shirt stretched even tighter, and Cat couldn’t help but let her gaze linger a moment longer than necessary on the deep neckline and the soft, full curves. The breasts swayed slightly with every movement, heavy and warm and so brazenly present that Cat briefly held her breath.

They agreed on a TV show to have playing in the background while they ate.

And how they ate. And kept on eating. Cat reached for roll after roll, dipped them in soy sauce, felt the wasabi burn her nose, and savored every bite as if there were no tomorrow. Monica wasn’t exactly eating any less, either.

After a while, Cat felt her stomach start to fill up. The lasagna from earlier, the gummy bears, the donuts, and now this sheer mass of sushi, soup, and dessert. It all lay heavy and warm in her stomach. She leaned back against the pillows, and one hand unconsciously slipped under her T-shirt, slowly stroking the firm, round bulge that had formed there. The fabric stretched slightly, and the sensation felt so good that she closed her eyes for a moment and sighed contentedly.

Secretly, almost furtively, Cat then let her gaze wander to Monica. The smaller woman sat there with her legs slightly apart, her back leaning against the wall, and her own belly was also clearly protruding beneath her white shirt.

The soft mass of food had made her already voluptuous figure even fuller, and the fabric stretched over her round, plump belly, while her enormous breasts lay above it like two heavy, soft pillows. Every time Monica moved or laughed, her breasts jiggled slightly, and her full belly followed suit.

Cat felt something warm and forbidden twitch in her lower abdomen. She continued to rub her own stomach, slowly, in circles, and savored both—the full, wonderful sensation within herself and the sight of plump, happy Monica, sitting there so uninhibited and content with her taut belly and huge breasts.

They ate almost everything together. Only a few mochi and some leftovers remained, which Monica planned to put in the fridge later. As the episode’s closing credits rolled, they were both still lying on the bed, legs stretched out, bellies full and heavy, just keeping on talking about all sorts of things. About childhood, about favorite movies, about embarrassing moments at school, and why Cat was actually studying business administration even though she found it boring.

Cat felt strangely at ease with Monica, even though they’d only known each other for a few hours. Here, in this chaotic, nerdy room, with a woman she’d just met who nevertheless acted as if they’d been together for years. It was strange… but it felt right.

At some point, Cat yawned and stretched. “I think I should get to bed soon. Tomorrow’s the big day.”

Monica nodded, her blue eyes behind her glasses also small and tired. “Sure. Good night, Cat. I’m really glad you’re here.”

She hugged her one more time, briefly and warmly, and this time the heavy breasts pressed even more clearly against Cat’s slender, firm torso. Cat felt the warmth, the sweet scent, and the soft weight, and had to pull herself together not to hold on any longer.

“Good night, Monica. Thanks for everything. Really.”

She went into her own room, flopped onto the bed, and lay there for a while, her hand still on her full belly, grinning into the darkness. The first day had gone better than she’d ever hoped.

The next morning dawned bright and clear. Cat woke up early, even before her phone’s alarm went off. The sun was already streaming through the window, and she stretched with relish. Her belly was still slightly rounded from yesterday’s feast, but she felt refreshed and full of energy, not sluggish or bloated in any way. She took a quick shower, got dressed, and walked barefoot into the kitchen.

Monica was already there, which didn’t surprise Cat, since she’d been able to smell breakfast all the way from her room. The petite, busty woman was standing at the stove, her back to Cat, stirring a huge skillet. The smell of scrambled eggs, butter, and a bit of fried bacon filled the entire room.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she called over her shoulder.“Sleepyhead my ass. It’s not even 6 yet and you’re already awake yourself,” Cat said, chuckling. Then Monica turned around and pointed to the set kitchen table.

“I made extra. Lots of protein for your workout today. And over there on the table are some raw veggies: bell peppers, cucumber, carrots, a little hummus. So you have something fresh.”

Cat stopped in her tracks but didn’t stare at the table. Monica had skipped her makeup entirely—or rather, she hadn’t put any on yet so early in the morning. Her black hair was tousled and uncombed, the undercut on the sides even more clearly visible, and without the bold eyeliner and black lipstick, her face looked softer, younger, and—in Cat’s eyes—even more beautiful. Her large, bright eyes behind her glasses sparkled, and her cheeks had a natural flush.

What fascinated Cat even more, however, was what Monica was wearing: a single, very large, white oversized T-shirt. On a slimmer woman, it would have reached almost to her knees, but on Monica, the fabric was mercilessly stretched by her enormous breasts. The heavy, full mounds of flesh pushed the fabric forward, pulling it taut and causing the lower edges to ride up higher on the sides and in the back. Her large, round butt and sweeping, feminine hips were clearly outlined beneath the thin material. Every movement caused her massive breasts to jiggle and sway—heavy, languid, and provocative in this outfit. Cat even thought she could make out the outlines of her nipples beneath the white fabric.

No bra. Definitely none, the athletic young woman thought to herself.

The heavy, udder-like breasts hung and swayed freely, and Cat felt it getting warm and almost wet between her legs. She cleared her throat and stared pointedly at the table so as not to lose control immediately.

She herself was wearing a sporty, deliberately skimpy outfit. A tight, crop top in dark gray that revealed her flat, toned stomach and narrow waist, and underneath, a supportive sports bra that held her small, pierced breasts flat and secure. She paired this with very tight, short black workout shorts that were high-cut and accentuated her toned, tanned thighs and her firm, perky—but also quite large—butt. Her tanned skin glistened slightly, her calves were well-defined, and she knew exactly how hot she looked. However, Cat didn’t give a damn about other people’s stares, especially those of men.

Monica eyed her roommate from head to toe just as thoroughly and grinned widely.

“Holy shit, Cat. You look damn sexy in those skimpy clothes. The legs, the stomach, everything. I… uh… sorry. That was pretty blunt of me. But honestly—wow.”

She raised her hands in an exaggerated apologetic gesture; her boobs jiggled again as she did so, and she laughed.

Cat laughed too, honestly and heartily.

“No problem. Thanks.” And as Monica turned back to the stove, Cat treated herself to a long, unabashed look at the curvy woman’s back. Cat bit her lower lip and finally sat down at the table.

When they were done with the delicious and hearty breakfast, Cat stood up, grabbed her small backpack with the essentials: water bottle, towel, a change of clothes, and shower supplies,

“I’m going to jog over to the sports field. You’ll pick me up afterward, right?”

“Sure. Just text me when you’re done. I’ll drive over there.”They’d exchanged numbers the night before.

Cat stepped outside and breathed in the morning air under a cloudless, blue sky. The sun shone warmly; the air was fresh. She could clearly feel how much she’d eaten yesterday and this morning, because her stomach was still slightly rounded and full beneath her crop top. But the young woman felt good. Fit. Strong. Then she started running, glancing every now and then at the strap-on case on her left arm, which held her cell phone with the campus app.

Her legs moved with ease, her breathing was steady, and she ran briskly—yet, by her standards, relaxed—toward the sports field.Cat was certain that if the days ahead turned out to be anything like her first day, it was going to be a great time.