As the final bell rang, signaling the end of class, students gathered their things and shuffled toward the door. Taylor and Maggie lingered for a moment, exchanging a glance before stepping out into the hallway together.
Maggie let out a satisfied sigh, stretching her arms above her head. “Man, that was a totally good one,” she said with a grin. “Did you see the way she—”
“Got on all fours and started eating from a trough?” Taylor finished, smirking. “Oh yeah. Hard to miss.”
Maggie snickered. “Serves her right. Maybe next time she’ll like think twice before acting like she’s better than everyone.”
Taylor hummed in agreement, though in reality, she was already thinking about what else she could do with the notebook. The Sasha transformation had been fun, but it was just one of many possibilities.
As they reached the building’s exit, Maggie suddenly slowed her pace. “Hey, uh, before I forget,” she said, scratching the back of her head. “Since I’m, y’know, dropping out to live the high life, I kinda need to find a replacement for my roommate. Tyler’s cool and all, but I feel bad leaving on such short notice.”
Taylor raised an eyebrow. “You want me to help?”
Maggie nodded. “Yeah. Just meet up with him, see if you can help find someone decent. I don’t wanna stick him with some total weirdo.”
Taylor considered it for a moment before shrugging. “Sure. When?”
“This afternoon. Dining hall.” Maggie grinned. “I’ll set it up.”
“Alright. I’ll see what I can do.”
With that settled, the two went their separate ways.
Taylor spotted Tyler as he stepped into the dining hall, scanning the room with an uncertain expression. He was tall—probably around 6’2”—with a lanky build that made him look a little awkward in his movements. His dark brown hair was slightly messy, like he had run his hands through it too many times out of nervous habit. He wore a slightly oversized hoodie, the sleeves pulled over his hands, and a pair of worn jeans. There was a hint of stubble on his face, not quite enough to be a beard, just enough to make him look like he often forgot to shave. His eyes, a deep shade of hazel, darted around until they landed on Taylor.
He hesitated for just a second before making his way over, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets.
"Hey, uh… Taylor, right?" He stopped at the table, looking a little uncertain.
Taylor gave him an easy smirk and gestured to the seat across from her. "That’s me. You must be Tyler."
He nodded and sat down, tapping his fingers against the table for a moment before clearing his throat. "So, uh… Maggie said you could help me. With the, um, notebook."
Taylor raised an eyebrow, surprised but intrigued. "Maggie told you about that?"
"Yeah." He chuckled nervously. "At first, I thought she was just high and making stuff up, but she was really convinced. So, I figured… might as well ask."
Taylor leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. "And what exactly do you need help with?"
Tyler hesitated again, glancing around as if to make sure no one was listening. Then, with a sigh, he admitted, "I, uh… I want a roommate. But not just any roommate."
Taylor gave him a knowing look. "Okay… What kind of roommate are we talking about?"
Tyler rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable but pushing through it. "It’s just… I wish I was dating someone, you know? But it’s really hard to find a girl who’s into, uh… my preferences."
Taylor’s smirk widened slightly. This was getting interesting. "And what exactly are those preferences?"
Tyler exhaled, deciding to just rip off the band-aid. "I’m a feeder."
Taylor arched a brow, intrigued. "Oh?"
"Yeah." He tapped his fingers against the table again. "I like… encouraging weight gain. Feeding someone, watching them grow, making sure they’re taken care of… but most girls aren’t really into that. Or if they are, it’s not, like, enough."
Taylor hummed thoughtfully. "So you want a girl who actually wants that? Who enjoys it?"
"Yeah." Tyler sighed, clearly frustrated. "I’ve tried dating apps, forums, even just bringing it up with people, but it never works out. And now Maggie’s moving out, so I need a new roommate anyway, and… I figured, if you can do what she says you can, maybe you could help?"
Taylor’s smirk deepened as she studied Tyler’s face. "So… do you have anyone in mind? Or are we starting from scratch?"
Tyler’s face immediately flushed red. He glanced away, shifting in his seat. "Uh… well, actually… yeah. There’s someone in one of my classes."
Taylor and Tyler spend the rest of the time making plans for Taylor to come to this class tomorrow so she could figure out how to best help him. Taylor smiled the whole way through because this meant she has another person to change.