This choice: WHAT IF?: Sheridan and Bobbi's first date was much more fattening • Go Back... It may be a little early in their story to consider all the possibilities at play here. We’ve only just met Bobbi Fawcett and Sheridan Winters, after all. But perhaps, given the notion of what amounts to not much more than an idle fantasy, we can at least begin to appreciate this illuminating—if not alternative—look at what might have been.
Sheridan and Bobbi both shared a mutual fetish for fat. More specifically, they shared a specific fetish for making another person fat. They had both known about their preferences at this point, and it was only over years of working together that they were able to leave such a sizeable mark on Buttercombe Academy’s poor unsuspecting student body.
But Sherry had often fantasized about what would have happened if that fateful date had gone differently. Perhaps if Bobbi wasn’t yet aware of or, hadn’t developed her fetish for fattening other people up. If Bobbi was entirely at her disposal, Sheridan would have molded her roommate into the perfect fatty. Four years of nothing but pampering, coaxing, psychological and caloric warfare stuffed into such a short body—the possibilities were enough to make the nerdy feeder drool.
And sometimes, do a little bit more than drool.
It was a common recurring fantasy over the years for her to think about Big Bobbi (as she’d taken to calling her inside her head) and, maybe it was a way for her to keep the home fires lit. After all, their relationship was built on trust. She couldn’t very well trust Bobbi if Bobbi couldn’t trust her.
But What If…
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“Oog… Sherry…” Bobbi burped sickly, “Think’mfull.”
The smaller girl, not skinny but certainly much smaller, ran a hand across the vast tank that was Bobbi Fawcett’s legendary gut. Having come fully unsheathed from underneath the tent-like skirt that barely contained it while in uniform, Bobbi had parked herself down on the couch and filled it full of everything her SSS perks could buy. Pizzas, subs, Chinese food, entire courses of meals. Anything and everything that Sherry had taught her how to eat.
“Aw, Bob, noooo…” Sherry said, a crazed twinkle in her eye as she watched her prized piggy struggle to keep consciousness, “You ordered all that food though. It’s gonna go to waste!”
“Can’t…” Bobbi panted, her breathing shallow, “I can’t do it…”
Four hundred pounds. Four hundred pounds of Bobbie Fawcett. Three years of rooming with a girl like Sherry would do that to you though. Her first year in and tiny ginger bombshell Bobbi Fawcett was porking out into extra large sizes. Sherry wasn’t sure if it was her, if it was the school, or if Bobbi was just bound to be big. Ever since that first date with her, Sherry knew that Bobbi had potential. And her first day in her senior year, she’d already far exceeded their going away feast from before the Summer…
“Come on, you’re being a baby.” Sherry cupped her girlfriend’s cheek lovingly, running a hand under her chins, “You don’t have to hold back to impress me—I like your body.”
Sherry loved Bobbi’s blobby body.
“Yeah.” Bobbi burped, struggling to get comfortable as she wrestled with the hundreds of pounds that made up her sandbag of a stomach, “Lucky me… you’ve got a thing… for fat girls…”
Sherry had never been shy about her preferences. They’d been dating for three years—it’d be a little hard to hide something like that. But what she had hidden was her hand in making Bobbi so big. It had taken some doing, but she’d managed to pork her pint-sized pixie into a complete and perpetual pig. With inches between freckles on her meaty arms and what looked to be a third chin coming in, Sherry thought Bobbi was beautiful. And lucky for her, she was far too weak willed to turn the tables on her.
“Maybe… you could…?”
Bobbi’s flickering fantasy of fattening up others—rather than herself being fattened—shimmered again. It wasn’t the first time that she’d weakly tried to suggested Sherry pick up her slack. Sherry was loathe to think she’d ever slip that far. But Bobbi was cute and, hey, she couldn’t blame her for trying.
“No way, Bob, you know I can’t handle all this heavy food.” Sherry’s own chubby shape was an indicator that this was a lie, but Bobbi hardly had the energy or the know-how to argue with her feeder, “Here, maybe if we get your shirt off…”
Bobbi was already too big for her uniform. She’d already sized up in anticipation of getting even fatter over the Summer (more out of resignation than any excitedness, that rested squarely with Sheridan) but she’d far undersized the damage that Sherry’s influence had done to her willpower and appetite. She was up a whole thirty pounds since the Summer was over—far over Sherry’s calculations on the Excel spreadsheet she kept specifically for her girlfriend. Among the others, of course. Sherry had lots of projects, but only one Big Bobbi.
Wrestling with the buttons, Sherry’s nimble fingers struggled to undo the white blouse portion of the uniform. Bobbi’s flesh diamonded through the open gaps, threatening to pop the buttons off any minute. But that would be too embarrassing (and too hot) to allow this feeding session to go where it needed to.
Unsheathing Bobbi’s belly fully, leaving her in just an unbuttoned skirt, socks, and a custom-ordered bra, Sherry took in the size and scope of her special project.
Biting her lip, she did her best to keep composure.
“Th-There now, doesn’t that feel…” Sherry shook Bobbi’s stuffed sack of a stomach slightly, wobbling her side-roll and sending a ripple throughout her entire body, “Soooo good?”
“Urp…” Bobbi’s trained brain interpreted the slight amount of extra room as well as Sherry could have hoped, “A little…”
“Good.” Sheridan smiled, “Good.”
As the ginger binger went back to stuffing herself, Sheridan clenched her thighs together tight. Wriggling in her seat on the couch, this was literally the best thing she could have ever hoped for. One more year with her girlfriend, full of fattening fun, where she could watch Bobbi get bigger and bigger, keeping stats of her and all her other special projects along the way.
Sure, it was a lot of work for one person. Her grades weren’t as good as she’d like them to be.
But this was so, so worth it.
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