Life is Strange: Life Is Fun (WG) - Chapter 2

WARNING: THIS A FETISH FANFIC, AND WILL CONTAIN WEIGHT GAIN.

*FEEDER CHLOE & FEEDEE MAX*

(Just Desserts)
 
 
  Four weeks had passed, since Chloe and Max had their first experience with feederism. The couple had become so entranced in it, since that day, and felt closer than ever. Their "sessions" would often take place almost every weekend and would usually consist of Chloe supplying her hipster girlfriend with loads of greasy foods, which in turn would end with steamy, kinky sex.

While skeptical at first, Max eventually became content with these "sessions" and even began to look forward to them, but all news wasn't good. The frequent, large meals that Max had consumed, were not kind to her figure. Majority of Max's frame was still stick thin, but most of the weight she did gain had gone straight to her midsection. Her once slim, and slender stomach had evolved into a small, beginning pot-belly that wasn't all that noticeable, but still made Max extremely self-conscious. Chloe had stated that it made her look "hella sexy" but Max still felt otherwise, often wearing baggy shirts under her typical gray hoodie, in order to hide it.

Max currently sat alone in her dorm room, class having just ended. The hipster sat her desk, occasionally checking her phone for a text. Chloe had already made plans for their session of the week, and Max sat waiting for the punk to arrive. 

Her stomach grumbled quietly as she waited, no doubt a result of a skipping breakfast, a request that Chloe seemed to loved to torture Max with, claiming that  "her stomach needed to be as empty as possible".  Max groaned, feeling an intense hunger cramp.

"Wowzers...I'm starving, Chloe owes me big time..." She thinks to herself, not even a second later, she felt a ringing in her pocket, signaling that she was being called. Max quickly grabbed the phone, eyes lighting up once she saw Chloe's name appear on the caller ID. She answers, awaiting her punk's response.

"Hey, how ya feelin' Maxi-Pad?....ready to go to work?"

"Hehe, I-I guess so..."

"You don't sound excited, someone piss in your cereal?

"No-no I guess I'm just a little reluctant..."

"This isn't about the weight gain thing is it?"

"Well yeah, maybe.....I'm feel like I'm getting fat Chloe..."

"Oh please you're even close to being fat, and even if you were, it's not like it's a huge deal..."

"Well it is to me, I think I'm getting a muffin top..."

"So you've got a bit of a gut, who the fuck cares?....you're still hella sexy to me."

"Hehe, Always a smooth talker, aren't you Chlo."

"Yep, you know me...anyways, let's get down to business, you down for today or what?"

"....I-I guess Che, What's the plan for today?"

"That depends on you, Maximus."

"How So?"

"Pizza Or Takeout?"

"I could totally nosh on some cheese pizza right now..."

"Alrighty then it's settled, pizza it is...see you in a bit my chunky monkey, hehe"

"Sure thing, Jokester.."

Max smiles, hanging up her phone. The thought of chowing down on a warm cheese pizza, had Max's stomach growling like a wild beast. The hipster could only smile at her body's display of hunger, just like her weight, Max's appetite had also increased exponentially.

"Note to self, never deny my tummy monster a meal..." She said chuckling lightly. 

Max went and sat in her bed, patiently waiting for Chloe's arrival...

Soon though, Max made her way out of Blackwell, earbuds in her ears, face contorting into a smile once she saw Chloe's truck. She made her way down the steps, and gradually picked up her pace as she skipped towards the rusted pickup truck. She could see Chloe once again bobbing her head to the sound of some random heavy metal song.

Later on, Chloe and Max sat in the punk's room, wrappers of various food item's sat discarded throughout the room. The couple had just finished one of their "sessions", and currently lay in Chloe's bed. The punk rubbing her precious Max on the head, the hipster having just consumed a large feast of multiple fast food items. Max could only groan as the bluenette rubbed down on her bloated belly.

"Note to self pizza and doughnuts don't mix..." Max thinks to herself, groaning with indigestion at the thought of the entire cheese pizza Chloe had fed her.

"*urp*.... I don't wanna ever see another doughnut again..." Max groans as she gestures for Chloe to ease up on her rubbing.

"A dozen doughnuts isn't that much hippie, I've eaten more than that plenty of times." Chloe says, hopping off her bed, and stretching. Max stares at her with an annoyed look before taking a sip of water from a nearby glass.

"Maybe not for someone like you, but I don't plan on getting diabetes before I'm thirty..." Max finishes, drawing a glare from Chloe. The punk gives her a light punch on the shoulder that causes Max to groan with nausea. 

"Ugh....please don't do that Chlo, I might puke..." Max moans, feeling the ball of dough sloshing about in her stomach. Chloe flashes her a shit-eating grin before speaking once again.

"Quit your bitchin' sista...we ain't even hit the main course yet." She says walking towards the corner of her room. Max regains her composure and sits up once more.

"Main course?"  The hipster questions.

"Yup, and It was hella pricey, so you better like it..." Chloe remarks as she hops on her feet, sputtering over to a large plastic bag in the corner of her room. Max leans up on the bed, re-buttoning her pants, and sighs. In Chloe's hands lay a massive, multi-layered , and colorful Cake. Max stares at her confusion, sighing internally. Chloe was really taking this whole "feeder" thing seriously....maybe even a little too seriously.

“Ta-da!.....Like it?” The punk says, obviously excited as began she walking towards Max.

“You want me to eat an entire cake, after all we just did?” Max groans, voice tainted with disdain. Chloe furrows her brow and scoffs.

“It's not like you haven't eaten more than this before...” Chloe said as she referred over to the empty food containers over in the corner in the room. Max groaned, thinking about all of the food just recently consumed. A glare from her friend, forces her attention onto Chloe.

"Come on Max, it won't be that bad, just try it." Chloe moans, obviously trying to goad Max into doing her wishes. Max sighed, she had definitely been here before, she could tell Chloe's signature guilt-trip was incoming, but she was just...SO FULL, there was no physical way, she could eat an entire cake. 

"Sorry Chlo, I think I'm done for the day, maybe next time." Max said, rubbing the back of her own head, silently awaiting Chloe's response. The punk simply said nothing and placed the cake on the floor next to the assortment of empty containers. She sat in her beanbag, and shot Max a look that said "I'm pretty pissed at you" mixed with "You just killed my vibe." Max considered rewinding and changing her mind to appease Chloe, but the bloated mass sitting in her stomach, told her otherwise.

"Don't give me that look Chloe, I've eaten so much crap for you these past few weeks, I'm surprised I haven't died of food poisoning by now..." Max laments, trying to lighten up the situation. Chloe looks at her, with the same look of disappointment.

"It's cool Max, I just like when people actually...you know, stay true to their word...but I guess I'm just expecting too much." She trails off, eyes wandering away from the hipster.

And BOOM, there it was, the classic Chloe Price guilt trip. No matter how ridiculous some of Chloe's complaints were, she could never fail at making Max feel like total shit.  The entire room was filled with a dead hollow silence, until idea came into Max's head.  "That might work..." Max says to herself internally. She looks over at her girlfriend, who had turned her beanbag away from Max, so her back was facing her.

“How about a little role reversal?” Max questions, pointing at her girlfriend. Chloe, still visibly upset, simply scoffed and mumbled an angry answer.

“...What do you mean?” She mutters, back still turned. Max leans up and smiles, motioning over to the cake as she did so.

"Well, what if... I feed you instead?” Max said, giving Chloe, a huge teeth-baring grin.

The punk quickly ponders in thought. She had never really thought about being on the receiving end of the feeding spectrum, she was so used to to being the one in control. Chloe rubs a finger across her chin, searching for an answer.

“You feed me?...yeah, I don't see that happening.” Chloe says, eyes peeking up in slight interest.

“What, why not?...afraid of your own game, Price?” Max said giggling, knowing just how to press Chloe's buttons. Chloe gawks at her and scoffs, she was never one to back down from a challenge, especially from someone like Max. The quiet hunger gurgling in Chloe's stomach proved to be the deciding factor. She stands up and approaches Max, flopping on the bed next to her.

"Alright Caulfield, I'm game..." Chloe says, picking up the cake, and placing it on the bed next to them. Max grabs a nearby butter knife and cuts the plastic wrapping away from the cake, exposing it's bright white frosting to the room. Max had to admit, it looked pretty good, although she was never one for sweets.

"...but don't get to comfortable while doing' this Max, this is a one time thing only." Chloe laments, as she removed her beanie and sat it on the floor. Max giggled, and gave Chloe a nibble on the cheek. The sound of the punk's stomach growling next to her, gave Max the initiative to hurry up, and begin.  She cut Chloe, a sizable first slice of the cake, handing to the bluenette that was drooling. Chloe takes a huge first bite, savoring the taste of rich vanilla frosting.

"Hmm...that's hella tasty..." Chloe moans, taking a another bite out of her slice. Max watches her intently, wondering how watching someone eat could be so sexy. Chloe giggles like a school-child and crams the entire piece into her mouth with vigor, the slice making a visible bulge in her throat, before swallowing.

"You better slow down Che, don't go choking on me now, because I don't know the Heimlich." Max says, patting Chloe on the back. Chloe smiles and gestures for Max to hand another slice of cake.

"Unlike you hippie, I can handle eating a little more than I normally do."

"You sure about that Price?...There's a lot of cake left." Max said, looking down at the cake.

"Yeah no shit, you're supposed to be feeding it to me, remember?" Chloe remarks, opening her mouth wide, and pointing a finger into it. Max takes the hint and takes the second slice and slowly places in into Chloe's ajar maw. The punk bites into it, groaning in satisfaction as the bite of cake, slowly made it's into her stomach. 

Chloe takes another massive bite of the slice, rubbing her belly as she did so. Max sat next to her watching in awe, blushing as she felt a familiar feeling of heat grow between her thighs.

"Wowzer, This is actually pretty awesome..." Max thinks to herself, fighting the urge to satisfy her needs.

"This is hella fucking delicious Max, I feel like I could eat twenty of these fuckin' things!" Chloe bellows as she finishes up her second slice. Max considered taking a bite out of the cake herself, but the pizza and doughnuts from earlier were still sitting in her gut like a rock.

"Ugh, Indigestion sucks..." She groans internally.

Max cuts her partner a third slice, watching as Chloe devoured it, like a pack of Hyena's during a safari feast. Chloe gulps down bite after bite of the third slice, burping loudly, with no remorse. After finishing up the slice, Chloe sits up against the bedroom wall behind them, fiddling with the button on her faded ripped jeans. She eventually unbuttons it, allowing her semi-full stomach space to expand further. It sat in her lap, her shirt still covering most of it, her navel piercing only slightly visible. 

"Is everything okay?" Max asks, sliding next to her.

"I'm just makin' some more room for this ol' baby." Chloe says, patting her gut with a loud "smack". Max blushes as the familiar feeling of arousal returns upon seeing this. Soon though, Chloe barks for the fourth slice of the cake, forcing the hipster to oblige.

"Oh yeah...that's amaze-balls." Chloe groans as she took a giant piece of the cake down in a single bite. Max could notice how taunt her friend's stomach was becoming, almost similar to how her own stomach had after eating all those burgers, a few weeks ago.

"Okay, she's gotta be getting full by now." Max thinks to herself.

Chloe consumes her fourth slice in seconds, releasing a monstrous belch afterwards. Max stares at her in disbelief, and rubs Chloe on the shoulder.

"How are you feeling, Chloe?" Max inquires, curious for an answer.

"Still pretty fuckin' hungry, to be honest..." The bluenette says with, a light chuckle, wiping some forgotten sprinkles from off of her shirt.

Max looks down at the cake, sitting between the couple. Chloe had done quite a number on it, only about half of it remained. Crumbs, and sprinkles covered the bed-sheets. 

"You can't be for cereal Chloe, you're still hungry after eating half of an entire Cake?" Max laments as she reluctantly begins to cut a fifth slice. Chloe gives her an imp-ish look of gluttonous pride. She purposefully let's out another belch, one that was louder than before.

"I've had killer 'munchies' all day Maxi-Pad, I'm pretty sure I could eat an entire fucking house right now." Chloe remarks, hand resting on her middle. 

"Well I just hope your eyes aren't bigger than your stomach." Max simply said, and continued to feed her girlfriend, at slow, refrained, and determined pace. Chloe became visibly irritated as this, snapping at Max.

"Come on pickup the pace, sista!" She boomed, making Max, adjust her speed to her liking. Max slides the last bit of the fifth slice into Chloe's gullet, making the punk rebel, groan in ecstasy, finding a rhythm to her style of feeding.

Chew-swallow, chew-swallow, chew-swallow. Chloe continued to do this for what seemed like ages, taking in mouthful, after mouthful of rich vanilla cake, until eventually only a single slice of the cake remained. The punk's stomach had finally began to recognize it's fullness, every inch of it's capacity filled with up with cake. Chloe groaned and wiped her face from excess frosting. Both hands go towards her bloated mid-section, her t-shirt had risen up, barely covering her massive food-baby. Her gut resting over the waistband of her colorful panties. Max looked at her girlfriend in sympathy, before a since of deja vu creeps into the back of her mind.

"I've been there before..." She says internally. Max scoots closer to her bloated punk friend.

"Are you feeling okay, Chloe?" Max asks, reaching out towards Chloe. The bluenette looks over at her hiccuping slightly, before speaking

"*hic* Uh, yeah...but I'm getting hella stuffed though, I think I might need a TUMS or something." Chloe moans out, obviously feeling the effects of her glut. Max hands her the glass of water from earlier, and the punk chugs it down, swallowing audibly. She sets it down on the night stand next to her, turning back over to Max.

"Alright, just one last slice, go ahead and lay it on me, sista." She groaned, sticking her hand out, waiting for Max to oblige her request. Max looks at her in total shock, and awe.

"Uh, are you sure about that Chloe? I think you've ate more than enough, I would hate to see you get sick, just because of our little kink session." Max softly says, giving Chloe a gentle shoulder rub. 

"Like I said before Max, that cake was hella expensive, so I figure the least I can do is finish it..." 

"Okay Chloe if that's your choice, open on up." Max said.

Chloe did as she was told and opened up her mouth allowing Max to place most of it in her mouth. Chloe chews it on it slowly, the overly sharp vanilla taste had long become redundant, but somehow Chloe manged to power on. She swallowed it, with a "gulp". Her tightly-packed stomach audibly groaning in distress. Max coaxes her on, sliding the final bite of the remaining slice of cake into her girlfriend's gullet. Finally, with just two more large bites swallowed down, Chloe had consumed the entire cake.

"Holy shit-balls dude, I am so stuffed..." The blue-haired rebel groans, slumping down in the bed. Max does the same, placing the empty cake tray, on the floor next to the rest of the food items. They lay next to each other, both of their arms on the other's shoulders.

"I bet, you just ate an entire freaking cake." Max peeps, rubbing Chloe's head.

"I know right?...wasn't sure I would be able to do it, but after all I am Chloe Price..." She says smugly, drawing a groan from the hipster next to her.

"I look like I swallowed a basketball." Chloe groans, rubbing on her belly.

"I feel you there Che, I'm still feeling those doughnuts from earlier." Max adds, her own stomach still full from her previous meal.

"I wonder who's belly is bigger, Mine or yours Super-Max?"

"Probably yours, I've got more fat on mine than you." Max says quietly, thinking back to her slight weight gain. Chloe gives her a look of dread, and sarcasm. She reaches over and pulls up Max's shirt, exposing the hipster's still bloated stomach.

"They look pretty damn close to me." Chloe said, giving Max a belly rub, as Max does the same.

Eventually both Chloe and Max, sat under the covers allowing the food to digest, wrapped in each other's warmth. They yawned and groaned, both of their eyelids becoming heavy. Suddenly a deep gurgling comes from Chloe's stomach. Max eyes snap open upon hearing the noise.

"Uh, Max..." Chloe says, voice barely above a Whisper.

"Yeah Chloe..." 

"Incoming...."

Chloe's passes gas in huge way, the noxious fumes reaching Max's nose, making her cough and dry heave.

"Ugh, Chloe, that's fucking gross!" Max bellows.

Chloe could only snort and giggle, before speaking.

"Hehe, I guess you could say....Shit happens."

TO BE CONTINUED....