littleextrat

[littleextrat]

This is the dream right here folks. Thank you for posting this. It's both lovely and hot and all things in between.

I just want one of those days where it sneaks up on you, y'know? You don't set out to overeat, I don't plan the day around overfeeding you, but there seems to be an excuse everywhere we go.

We make breakfast together, because how cute is playing house? But then we're invited to brunch and you shrug - what's a little extra? And maybe a couple of glasses of champagne that's been gently kissed by fruit juice later I have slipped most of my meal from my plate to yours. You're a little too full, but we have time before your friends' party, and anyway that's informal.

So you nap and I make lunch and we keep it light - for us. Afternoon events always have snacks, of course, and you would probably have been more careful if you hadn't gotten just a little bit high. The beers don't help, either. By the time I notice what you're up to you're already starting to get a little uncomfortable, but nothing another hit and another drink can't solve. You're back to grazing when someone suggests that the stragglers go out for dinner, and we can hardly say no, can we?

I drive as slowly as I can, so you have time to sober up, but it's so much easier through a haze. It's the weekend, you deserve to unwind. Since we're already late we roll the windows down and park as far from the building as possible so I can rub your belly for just a few minutes...and if I get a little distracted and we run even later, who can blame me?

They're ordering appetizers when we finally walk in, and someone jokingly doubles everything up as you sit down. The waitress isn't in on the joke. You don't have to eat everything in front of you, of course, but it's become habit. You can let me handle ordering our mains, so you don't even bother to look away from the conversation - two entrees for my poor boyfriend, who's been starving all day. A meal for me that you'll want to try. Habit, again. We've both got them. There's a lull between sampler platters and dinner, and you have a few minutes to feel the effects, but it's too late to turn back.

The way your eyes widen at the two plates placed in front of you almost makes me feel guilty. I tell you I didn't know which you'd prefer, we can take what you don't eat to go. It's a thin excuse, but it sets the rest of the table at ease. As they fall back into their usual patter you grab my wrist and pull my hand to your tight midsection. A long, hard look to tell me that this is all my fault, and I am going to make it up to you when we get home.

You take your time over dinner, eating from all three plates when you feel like it - which is more often than I would have expected if I weren't offering subtle...encouragement just out of everyone's view. I'm keeping an eye on your shirt, which was just slightly snug this afternoon as we got ready. Two and a half meals later it is holding on valiantly when someone says, "I'm guessing you don't want dessert?"

The way you're leaned back in your seat, half oblivious, suggests you don't. The way your free hand, the one that isn't rubbing circles on your now impossibly stuffed gut, grips mine and pulls it to your thickest roll, says otherwise. But not here, and we both know it. Anything sweet we'll pick up on the way home.

"I think he might be slightly overset already," I tell them. An understatement that hangs in the air. I settle our part of the bill and promise everyone I'll get you home, and then I exercise every ounce of self control I have not to whimper when you have to brace yourself to heave your overindulged body up. I lose the fight when gravity shifts and you stumble into me. So big, and so heavy that you can't stand on your own right away. You lean on me for the first few feet until you find a rhythm of your own. A slow one that allows you to keep one hand under your protruding stomach.

You unfasten your belt in the parking lot and I nearly forget to breathe. The button on your jeans taunts me. They're so tight that it will be easier to pop it while you're standing, but we still have the rest of the lot to clear. On the other hand your hips have widened in the past few months and I'm feeling reckless.

At the car I shake my head when you reach for the front door. You only look confused for a second or two before you maneuver into the back. Dessert can wait until we get home, but I can't.

[littleextrat]

Got lost in this for a moment, thank you ❤️

I know your friends have started talking, and I know it's easy to get tired of them asking - are you sure you need dessert tonight? Do you want to come along to the gym as their guest? But, baby, they're trying to be good friends. And really, you should try to enjoy it while it lasts.

Before long the questions will turn into sighs, the sighs into stares. There will be whispered conversations that end as you return to the table with an overladen plate. Again. Someone will start to say...something...and the group will silence them. You'll look to me, shrug it off. Maybe it should bother you, but I squeeze your thigh under the table as you settle back in and suddenly you're starving.

At the end of the night there will be a moment of stillness, held breath, as you wedge yourself from a booth that's grown tighter over the course of the evening. Looks back and forth. No one says a word. Your cheeks flushed red with effort, embarrassment at being caught out. I can almost feel them wondering if this will be it - the moment you finally realize what you've done to yourself. I almost hold my breath with them, but then -

I cuddle up to your side, one hand around your back, the other just barely brushing your beltline. You're not even full, yet, my poor darling. You've been so cautious tonight. I rise up on my toes to kiss your face, suggest softly that I bring the car to the front. Is that panic in your eyes? But no, these are your friends. And it's such a long walk across the parking lot.

You'll have to make small talk around the table as everyone slips easily into coats. They all seem to glide across the restaurant, highlighting your slightly halting gait - not full, yet, but heavy nonetheless. At the door as you wait, someone finally breaks free of the group hypnosis, and makes an awkward start. Are you sure...is everything...that is...and finally, "You good, though?"

As he says it your phone lights up with a text message confirming the dessert order I've placed for pick up on the way home. You type something to me, watch headlights fill the dark space outside the door. As you hit send on a request for a drive-through run first, you smile at him.

"So good," you tell him, pushing out into the chill of the end of the night. I get out of the car to let you have the driver's seat while you can, and you kiss the top of my head. "So good," you say again.

[littleextrat]

Growing Habits ...

A short scene where a female feeder arrives home to find her male feedee partner in the kitchen getting ready for an evening meal. I've probably written lots of similar scenes to this before, but wanted to get back into writing again. Hope you enjoy! (And if any female feeders in the UK fancy living this lifestyle out with me, drop me a line. Worth a shot, hey? lol).

“Chubby.” She poked his belly with her index finger.

“Good evening to you too,” he replied.

“Aw, don’t be too sore about it.” She smiled sweetly at him, then grabbed his waist from behind. “You know I think this looks so good on you.”

He looked down at his enlarged middle, as she gave it a shake in her hands.

“Thanks. ... At least, I think so,” he muttered, then glanced toward his phone screen once more.

“You sure it’s still thirty though?” She asked, in reference to his growing weight. She then glanced back down at his rear again. “I swear I detect a little more growth back here.” Suddenly her hands were all over his backside, and he felt like a piece of meat.

“I guess I do feel heavier.” He understated his true feelings about his recent uptick on the scale, then reached again for his phone and checked progress on the app. Five more minutes left to go.

She came around to face him then placed her hands squarely on his front, her favorite place for them now to be, as if he were expecting a very overdue food-baby lovechild on behalf of them both.

“This certainly looks heavier to me,” she glanced down at his waist again, then winked, before she spied the door dash update flash up on his phone. “And more takeout tonight too? Hmm?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him now.

“I had another craving,” he said, a tint of that gainer’s remorse but equal reckless abandon already in his tone.

“Like last night too?” She winked, mischievously. “Someone’s getting greedy again.” She patted his belly very enthusiastically. "It's like you're liking getting fat."

“And what if I am?” His cheeks began to flush as he spoke, before he added, “And why are you giving me hell about it anyway?”

“Oh." She threw her hands up in the air at him in mock surrender, then continued. "This is a judgement free zone right here. And I’m totally here for all this indulgence. I just hope you’ll confess I was right all along.” She then glanced at his behind again and asserted more confidently now, “Yep. Any day now, and these jeans won’t pass your thighs.”

“They're not gonna last forever anyway!” He protested, a little grumpily now, and tried to stem her teasing at its base.

”Not with door dash on your phone.” She kissed his cheek, smiling sweetly at him, as she teased him back, then he sucked in his belly at her touch. “I know, I know," she gesticulated at him with her hands. "Takeout’s making it all too easy for you to pack it all on.”

“But all these cravings,” she continued, as she began to search the kitchen cupboards now for her own evening meal, a renewed fervor in her step. “It’s as if you’re starting to actually need to get fat.”

“Ha! Charming!” He rolled his eyes at her in frustration, then added. “I guess I’ll have to deal with you in a moment after this order arrives.”

“Just admit it.” She said, then re-approached him, to steal a kiss from his lips, and his hungry eyes began perusing her dainty frame. “I was right all along, wasn’t I? ... I always told you this would be fun.” She then ran her fingers subtly behind the waistband of his jeans to check that they still fit. “Any day now,” she continued, whispering some sweet nothings in his ear at him softly. “Pop, pop, pop! And you’ll blow right up out of this pair.”

“I am not outgrowing these jeans.” He crossed his arms, defensively, and irately, but it only emphasized the roundness of his belly once more.

“Well I’m sure the scale disagrees when you next step,” she replied, puffing out her cheeks cheekily at him, as well as her waist, as she waddled back pregnantly towards the kitchen cupboards once more.

“Really!” He said, with some exasperation now in his voice. “It’s bad enough having to put this all on, but having you give me hell about it too??”

“All part of the fun.” She winked at him once more, then picked out an open bag of chips from the kitchen cupboard and offered him one.

He accepted, then said, “You’re pretty lucky I don’t use all this added bulk up against you right now.” He gave his belly a firm shake in her direction with his free hand, before he grabbed another chip from the bag before she could tie them right up.

But the front door bell rang and his order arrived.

“Saved by the bell big boy.” She giggled, and patted his waist again, before placing a suggestive hand on her own rear. “I guess I’ll be keeping all this warm until you want your next feast.”

“I know I can always get it when I’m growing like this,” he replied, more confidently now, as he turned away from her to head for the door.

“Finally!” She welcomed his confession, gesticulating again at him wildly with her hands. “He admits! He’s putting on a little chonk!”

“And damn boy!” She hollered back after him, as she checked out his fattening rear from behind as he waddled away. ”It seems like you want it a lot, .... don' it??”

“Yeah, yeah, Keep talking,” he shouted back at her over his shoulder at her and kept on toward the door. “And I’ll be sure to shut you right back up once I’ve eaten my fill.”

“Ha! Charming!” She said, repeating his own words at him now as she opened up the freezer door and tittered lightly to herself. “I guess I’ll start picking out your 'just' desserts. And we can take it from there.”

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[littleextrat]

So hot! 🔥🥵 ... And if ever words drove a man to eat! 🤤

July 12, 2024: First new audio clip since 2021! Enjoy!

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It's Working

I've taken you out to eat--no, to overeat--at a restaurant. You're dressed in a t-shirt that looks painted on and pants that aren't much better. I slide into the booth beside you, noting how we might need to start sticking to tables soon to give you more room. You seem much rounder than the last time we were here.

"I'm thinking about getting the chips and queso appetizer. Is that too greedy? I've already had a lot to eat today," you say as you look down at your round belly and give it a little rub. I know you're doing it to tease me, and it's working.

I play along through the tingle that's started in the pit of my belly. "You haven't had thaaaaaaat much. You definitely ate more yesterday. And this place has the best queso in town!"

The first time I reach over and touch your belly is when you crunch down on the first tortilla chip. You shift in your seat a little, the shift you do when you're stuffed, though we both know you're nowhere close yet, and you're just putting on a show to get me excited. It's working.

The second time I reach over and touch your belly is when you polish off the last chip.

The third time I touch it is when the server places two entree platters in front of you, and you shift your tight waistband further below your fat belly in preparation for this main event. I feel my heart beat faster and my face flush slightly as I glimpse the small strip of bare flesh peeking out from under your tight shirt. Oh, you are a tease, and is it ever working.

Still resting my hand on your belly, I lean in close, gulp, and say, "I can't decide whether I want you to eat until you can barely manage to stand up and waddle back out to the car afterwards, or whether I want you to hold back enough that you can fuck me properly as soon as we get home."

You give me a knowing grin and tuck into your first entree. "All I know is I'm hungry and don't intend to take any leftovers home," you say.

[littleextrat]

Party Interlude

Happy holidays to all my wonderful followers and friends! Please enjoy this lil piece I’ve been thinking about for the season. Have a safe and happy new year!!

TW: light intox (so light you’ll miss it), light dom/sub, feedism, fat admirer, more explicit than my usual.

I push you into the bathroom and shut the door behind us, fumbling with the cheap lock on the doorknob. My hand is halfway up your sweater and I laugh into the crook of your neck as your feet get twisted up in the cheap bath mat on the floor. We fumble for a moment, trying to stay upright. The party is muffled behind us, lock finally clicking into place on the bathroom door.

I pull at your waistband, trying to wedge my fingers into the very little space between the pants and your soft waist. I jostle your fat - partially on purpose - as I finally free the button. You groan, soft flesh surging forward and pushing the too small sweater up a few inches.

“You’ve been so fucking greedy tonight,” I say, still pressed into your neck. I’m holding you close, one hand around your back the other squeezing your lovehandles, overhang with frienzied desire. Your hands find their way to my ass and you chuckle, pulling back to kiss me. I can taste the lingering of whiskey and whatever fancy cranberry cocktail our friend had whipped up.

“Have I?” You laugh, pulling away. I see your eyes sparkling; you already know the answer to that. The firm dome of your upper belly doesn’t lie.

“Yeah,” I breathe. Arousal is surging hot through me. The way you’ve done nothing but hit the snack table and down drinks since we got here has been driving me crazy all night. I squeeze your side again, pressing my fingers into your plush side. My other hand palms your dick through your pants and you gasp. “You know you have, baby. Or you wouldn’t be like this.” I curl my fingers around you and you jerk your hips into my hand.

“I knew it would get you worked up,” you say, bracing a hand against the wall as I fumble to push my hand into your boxers to feel you without any clothing in the way. “I guess I didn’t think it would make you so desperate for me…” You trail off with another low groan. I’m still working your dick in my hand but my face flushes at my obvious neediness. I can still hear the smirk in your voice.

I pull my hand out of your underwear long enough to face you towards the wall, your hands braced so I can press my body against your back. My hand again slips into your pants.

“I can’t help it baby. You look so full and fat in that sweater. I lost track of how much you ate because every time I looked away your plate was full again.”

“Uh huh,” you moan, bucking your hips into my hand. “I wanted to eat for you….fuck baby, please…”

“I know,” I say. By now, you’re struggling to hold back your moans and your belly is hanging completely out of your shirt, swollen and heavy. Its my turn to smirk; control is firmly back in my camp. “You’re such a good boy,” I murmur in your ear. “So greedy and insatiable.”

I hear your breath speed up and snatch my hand away before you can get too far. You groan, frustrated.

“Don’t pout,” I say with a chuckle, turning you back around to face me. I reach down to pull your pants up, squeezing the pants shut below your belly. I pull your sweater down as best I can, but it’s tight over your stomach. “How rude would it be for you to cum on the wall of our dear friend’s bathroom?”

Your head drops back against the wall and you sigh. “Unfair,” I hear you mutter.

“What’s that?” I crowd you up against the wall, kissing you again. To my delight, you’re too fat for me to press my hips into yours.

“Nothing, nothing,” you answer.

“Good. Why don’t we get back to the party for a little and then we can get out of here and go home.” I’m almost panting myself, my desire so high I can barely keep it together. “Maybe,” I say, “if you keep eating til it’s time to go, maybe I’ll finish what I started. Sound good?” I get up on my tiptoes to kiss you on the cheek before unlocking the bathroom door.

You roll your eyes, although I know you love this game as much as I do.

“Promise?” You ask.

I look at you, full belly pressing against that sweater, cheeks flushed, hair tousled from our bathroom escapade, bulge still very noticeable in your pants. My heart swells.

“I promise.” And with a wink, I slip out of the bathroom and head back into the party.

[littleextrat]

Oof, it's tough! ... Ever feel like your sexuality is tearing you apart sometimes? 🥵

[littleextrat]

Feederka’s 2024 ✨weight gain guide ✨

New year, new me they say. I want you to interpret it as new year, new fatter me.✨

I decided to pull together some of my feeder knowledge to help you gain as much as possible this year. As your new years resolution should be something along the lines of:

“This year, I’ll finally give in to feedism”🦋

So here you go, see my gaining pro tips below✨

1. Raise your blood sugars before eating a big meal.

Eat something sweet, high in carbs or drink soda, this will cause your blood sugars to spike and then drop rapidly, making you eat more and/or hungry sooner.

2. Don’t underestimate constant snacking and grazing.

Stuffing yourself to the brim is hot, don’t get me wrong, but often causes you to still feel full and bloated the next day, making you eat less. Frequent snacking on high calorie snacks doesnt do that and still helps with getting your required dose of excess calories.

The same goes for gainer shakes. Chugging gainer shake is hot especially when you have someone to help. But makes you bloated for a long time. If you sip your shake throughout the day, it won’t stop you from eating on top of it.

3. Consume liquid calories

Drink sugary versions of sodas, melted ice cream, energy drinks. Liquid kcals are easy to digest so won’t keep you full for long.

4. Edge while eating.

Being turned on makes your desire to gain weight stronger and makes you push yourself more, resulting in greater gains.

5. Struggling with motivation? POST!

Start showing off your body on sites like tumblr. Getting attention is addictive and in this community, the more you gain, the more attention you get.

6. Sustainability is key.

Your body goes into shock when you force ridiculous amounts of food down all of the sudden, making you feel guilty/off with the kink.

Instead of going crazy and trying to drink 2 litres of gainershake a day, develop “fat person” habits with the use of the points mentioned above.

7. Do it for yourself

Gaining weight is tough because of the reactions it gets from our society. It can get isolating and sad, but at the same time, if getting fat gives you confidence, sense of purpose and happiness why let other people control your life? The main reason people point out your weight is due to their own insecurities. They are self conscious about their bodies and so they notice the imprefections on your body. You’re the one who’s winning in that scenario! As you love your body in a way they could never!

[littleextrat]

Whelp!! 🔥🥵🙌

So, you want to know how fat you'll get with me feeding you? If you let me take the reins and give me your body?

I know what you want. You've told me; desperate, frenzied pleas to be fattened, fed, and fucked.

But what if I want more? What if I want to keep you stuffed and aching every single day. What if I want you to go to sleep every night so full of delicious food you can barely turn over, rolling onto your side and being halted by the rounded gut infront of you?

What if I want to feed you up so well, pamper you so thoroughly, that you have to heft your belly onto my lap when we fuck, just to make room? What if I had to do all the work, lest you collapse in a heap of fat and gluttony?

What then?

[littleextrat]

🥵

"Oh, baby" I croon down the phone to you, sending an immediate tingle down your spine, "You sound out of breath...what's the matter?"

You gulp and struggle to reply, your mind clouded and deliciously groggy. Instead, you stifle a belch that sends your free hand straight to your middle, gingerly massaging the packed-solid dome of your gut.

But I catch you.

"Ohhh~" you can hear the smirk in my voice;

"Has someone been a little greedy today? I should've known, really. You're never panting from doing any sort of meaningful exercise anymore..." I trail off, and you hear the sound of fabric rustling.

"How I wish I could see you..." I'm cut off by an audible gurgle, and you can't stop a stuffed burp from escaping you this time. A blush flushes your face and you squeeze your legs together.

"Oh, honey..." I giggle, breathy myself,

"You sound *glutted*. Let me see you. I want to gauge just how much room there is left for me to fill."

"Eat up, sunshine."

[littleextrat]

In-flight entertainment

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A female feeder and male feedee fly home from their vacation, and have a little fun on their flight hone. Needs a little work, but short and sweet hopefully ... Enjoy!

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“I told you this would happen.” She messaged him from her seat. The airline had split them up again.

She caught the flight attendant’s attention, and asked if she could provide a seat belt extender to her husband in isle 14.

“On its way.” She messaged him, then glanced back over her shoulder from her seat to catch his eye, as he glanced up from his phone. “Serves you right for that large breakfast in the business lounge!” She typed to him with a smiley face.

“I didn’t order it!” He replied, with an angry faced emoji.

“That’s beside the point!” She sent him a winking eyed emoji after that.

“Seat belt extender just about fits.” He messaged her once it had arrived.

“There’s a chubby woman next to you too.” She replied back. “Quite the payload in isle 14 today!”

“She’s not that chubby.” Came his quick response.

“No, compared to you. She's not.” She sent him a devil emoji after that. “I’ll take a look at the in-flight menu for you, then we should meet by the bathroom for a mid-flight 'treat'.”

“Mile high club?” He asked, cheekily.

“Not sure you’d even fit.” She replied back. “Need to turn off my phone for take off. Order a snack, meal, and two desserts.”

“And a beer.” She added, hurriedly, before she was asked by the stewardess to turn off her phone.

“Okie-dokie.” He replied, quickly.

She glanced back at him and blew him a kiss as she turned off her phone.

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“They’re talking about you.” She sent him a message over the in-flight wi-fi by now.

“They’re not!” He replied back.

“No prizes for guessing who ordered two desserts in isle 14 … ‘Direct quote’. Mark my words.”

“Sure. Sure.” He replied, as she glanced over her shoulder and fired him a sly wink as she puffed out her cheeks. “You should ask for another dessert when you’re done with that one.” She messaged him back.

“We have a bathroom date to keep.” He pointed out to her. “Remember that?”

“That’s third dessert dependent.” She typed back, with a sly grinning emoji and devil face.

“You’re incorrigible!” He replied further.

“I know.” She replied back.

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“Third dessert done.” He messaged her.

“She said you’re the biggest airline piggy she’s ever seen.”

“LIAR!” He messaged her back.

“Okay. You got me there ... But I do think you look a little puffy after that third treat!”

“It was pretty good.” He messaged her in reply.

“I bet.” She added, before adding further, “And super fattening too. Did you see the calories on the menu?” She sent him a blushing emoji and see no evil emoji monkey.

“Bad?” He asked.

“Super bad.” She replied back, with a grin.

“I’m going to need a bigger seat belt extender for our next flight then.” He replied back.

“I think so too, ... tease.”

“I’m going to order a snack.” He replied, feeling cocky.

“Don’t! You’re turning me on!” She replied back.

“She’s already coming over.” He typed, then hit send.

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“From your husband in isle 14,” said the flight attendant, as she placed a vodka lemonade atop her table top tray.

“Nice touch.” She messaged him, with a sly wink.

“Cheers!” He messaged her back, then raised his snack pack towards her in her direction as she glanced back to his seat.

“A whole snack pack.” She messaged him. “… Nice.”

“When you’re putting on weight, you might as well do it in style.” He messaged his reply.

“You’re getting greedy.” She replied, quick as a flash.

“That a problem?” He asked back.

“Not when there’s food around.” She replied.

“About this bathroom date …” He inquired. “How are we set?”

“If you can wedge yourself in there.” She replied, with a winking eyed emoji and laughing face. "We can meet in ten."

“I’m sure it’ll be a bit tight in there.” He replied back.

“With a belly as big as yours, no doubt.” She replied further.

“I want your hands on it.” He typed, a little too hungrily now for sure.

“Me too!” She typed back. "My hands want it."

“Bathroom in 10 then?” He asked again.

“Perfect.” She replied. “Enjoy your snacks till then.”

“I'll be ready for my ‘dessert’.” He replied back.

“Easy tiger.” She replied, with a sweet kissing emoji. ‘Talk like that will cost you some pounds.’

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She pulled down the hem of her skirt as she walked back down the isle towards her seat.

“Well that was fun.” His message was already waiting for her when she glanced back at her phone.

“Definitely a tight squeeze.” She messaged him back. “Look at the size of you in this!” She then sent him the mirror picture she had taken on her phone - her leg was raised up against his gut.

“Definitely got bigger this holiday!” She sent him a pouting emoji with a kiss. "I wonder why?"

“Feels it!” He replied back. “Can’t help that you keep making me hungry all the time.”

“ALL the time?” She messaged, and smirked at him over her shoulder, as though he had now revealed a little too much.

“Well, not right now, no.” He messaged her back. “Kinda full at the minute!”

“Aw.” She twirled at her hair between her fingers. “You were very hungry in the bathroom just a minute ago.”

“That was different. I have needs.” He replied.

“Did those needs perchance make you gain a heck of a lot of weight?” She replied, with a smiling devil emoji grin.

“Just a little.” He replied back. “Gonna get me fatter too I bet.”

“Big talk!” She replied, as if she had heard it all before.

“I bet I’ve put on 10 pounds this holiday. Just you wait.” He typed back.

“Looks it.” She replied, then glanced over her shoulder and grinned at him. “Can’t ‘weight’ to weigh you again when we get home,” is what she next added into her phone.

“That one never gets old.” He replied.

“It’s a classic.” She typed back.

“True. True.” He replied, then added. “Think I can order another snack?”

“Sure!” Came her reply. “You’ve come a long way from the boy who wouldn’t put on any weight for me. Now look at you eating for me at the drop of a hat.”

“You dropped more than your hat in the bathroom.” He typed back, with an evil grinning emoji.

“Now you’re being incorrigible!” She replied. “But you’ve picked up quite the weight problem since we met.”

“Your 'back-fat-baby'.” He quipped in his reply, making fun of what she had once said.

“I only called you that ONCE!” She replied, turning back to look at him and turning beet-red.

“I’ll put all this on your back when we get home, don't worry.” He messaged her back, self-assuredly.

“Dream on, big boy.” She replied, with an evil grin.

“If it’s more than a 10 pound gain your drawers are dropping again.” He typed, then clicked send.

“Keep talking and you’ll have to gain another 10 just to touch me.” She replied back, with a grin.

“Yes Ma’am.” He replied. “I’ll better order that snack then.”

“You do that.” She replied, with a grinning emoji. “Better feed up that belly before I put it to good work. ;)”

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[littleextrat]

The boomerang diet

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Lost weight always finds its way home, and then some! ... A short little evening scene between a female feeder and a male feedee on the couch. Hope you enjoy!

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“If you only controlled yourself around food.” She tickled his double chin and placed a bag of donuts by his side. “That would be a good start.”

He had finally failed another diet his, despite her best attempts in support this time. But the fact that he had failed again, she found more than a little sweet.

“One last pig out.” He stuffed a bite of jelly donut into his mouth. “And I’ll probably take another run at it come Spring,” he confirmed. He then patted his belly affectionately, as if he really didn’t want to say goodbye to it this time. And neither would he be at the rate he had been eating since the diet blew. Every night that week the living room coffee table had been littered with empty trays of treats and snacks that he had devoured.

“You’d be better off gaining another twenty and go from there.” She said, grinning at him, as she sat down next to him on the couch. “At least that’s what I think.” She patted his middle with her hand, then realised it probably wasn’t her best-ever dietary advice. “But you do what you want,” she added, hurriedly, although knowing full well what she had helped him do in the past.

“Roger that.” He opened the carton of chocolate milkshake she had also brought with her to the couch as she picked up her magazine and started to read.

“It’s clear you can’t stop growing, that’s all.” She looked across to eye his belly, now bulging after all the snacks. “You’ll just end up wanting it more and more if you don’t scratch that itch.” She couldn’t help herself but reach across to pat at his belly again. “And you’ve barely got any moobs coming in yet.” She slid her hand up his chest and grasped at a softened pec.

“Not yet at least.” He swatted her hand away before she had a chance to play. He then picked her hand back up and placed it back on his gut. He clearly liked having it there as he would eat.

“You do what ‘you’ want.” She gave his middle a firm confirmatory pat, with a mouthful of grinning teeth behind her statement, because it was pretty obvious he only wanted one thing and would be pretty soon struggling again with his pants. All she had to do was buy a few more treats and he would be blowing back up over the next couple of weeks.

“These donuts are nice and sweet,” he changed the subject, as he took another bite of the next one.

“They are,” she replied, swiping a stray blob of donut jelly from his lip with her hand, before sucking on it with her mouth. “But I think sweetness is all you’ve been craving this week.” She glanced down at his middle, and blushed a little. “Not that it’s starting to show or anything.” Except that it clearly was of course.

“It’ll pass.” He loosened up another button on his pants, which didn’t seem so sure as him they’d pass his thighs ever again if he kept this up.

“I’m sure it will,” she confirmed, before asking, “Are those already too tight?” She then proceeded to peer into the brown paper bag to take a look. “That’s a bit of a pity, because we’re almost out of these.”

“I expect you’ve brought more.” He turned to look at her wryly, that giddy smile writ large on his chubby face. And he was right. She was an excellent shopper as far as his waistline was concerned. But she decided to play it for a ruse nonetheless.

“Not when you’re dieting, remember?” She patted his middle with a sly smile. “And that’s going so well isn’t it?”

“Oh that.” He looked down at her patting his belly again. “I’m guessing this is just a small blip.”

“Very small,” she observed, sarcastically, before leaning down to listen in on his stomach with her ear. “It doesn’t sound to me like you’re even full yet.” She then blew a raspberry on the exposed wedge of skin that had appeared from his t-shirt riding up as he ate.

“Stop that!” He chuckled, before she got up to her feet again, and stood there ready to complete yet another kitchen run.

“What are you craving then?” She asked, her arms now crossed at him.

“Depends if I’m still on a diet.” He was toying with her a little now of course, clearly just for fun.

“Looks like it too.” She patted her own slim waist. “And your ‘diet’s’ been going really well all week.”

“I’ve just been finding a few lost pounds, that’s all.” He did his best not to blush. “You know how it is.”

“Why don’t you tell me?” She winked, blushing a little back. “I guess that fat man’s hunger’s a real bitch when you just want your belly to grow.” She puffed out her cheeks at him and arched her back and pretend to waddle around. “Always wanting more and more.” She began collecting up the empty trays as if she were devouring every one like he had just done. “With a belly that’s never fed.”

“Promise you don’t mind?” He asked, a hint of vulnerability now in his cheeks. “Feeding me up a little more?” He had that cheeky little grin on his face, his hand resting on his gut.

“I did such a good job of it before, didn’t I?” She smiled, thinking back, and dipped her head down again to plant a big kiss on his gut. “And I think your belly knows it too.” She gave it another firm prod with her finger, in an attempt to measure the thickness of those new pounds.

“I think it’s rumbling for extra treats again.” He grinned at her, now fully aware that he was admitting defeat to her as far as his weight was concerned.

“Still hungry huh?” She asked, teasing him a little more, then playing a little with her hair in her hand.

“I can’t help that I like all my treats.” He licked his lips at her as she started putting on a little show.

“Snacks first.” She smiled back at him, then playfully pouted towards him a kiss. “Then maybe treats later. You know the rules.”

“Another twenty pounds huh?” He asked, as she began to pick up all the empty trays again.

“Yes,” she said, then made her way toward the door. “But then I’ll help out no more, okay?”

“And we’ll both stop?” He asked her.

“I will,” she tried to hide her sly smile. “But if you go for forty, I’ll step in and make it so.”

“I’m not that greedy.” He chuckled, then stuck out his tongue.

“Oh yeah?” She held up the empty trays in her hands, then looked back towards his unbuttoned pants.

“I’m just a waistline full of wise choices,” he replied, and then contentedly patted his gut.

“I’ve made you very wise indeed.” She eyed his belly again, then she picked up one last empty tray. “And you’re getting smarter by the day.”

“So forty pounds then?” He asked, and gave his belly a firm shake in his hands. “That doesn’t sound like a lot of extra weight to me.”

“You kidding?” She asked, before adding. “I’m only throwing out some numbers here.” She winked at him, knowingly. “But from where I stand, they all seem to stick.”

“I like that talk.” A hint of colour rose to his cheeks. “Do you think I’ll really look fat at an extra forty pounds?”

“Does a bear eat salmon in the woods?” She giggled, then puffed out her cheeks at him. “Not even you could hide forty pounds under that shirt my lovely.”

“I thought I was carrying it well a few weeks ago,” he replied, referring to one of her earlier statements about his gain.

“You are.” She chuckled, before adding. “But forty pounds is forty pounds. And that’s all gotta go somewhere you know?”

“Belly no doubt.” He looked down at his middle, before stifling another large belch with his hand.

“And your thighs.” She blew him a kiss, before adding. “And that ass of yours.” She dropped her eyes to her own.

“Will I waddle, do you think?” He asked.

“A noticeable belly bounce I would say.” She smiled back, before she headed out the door.

“What should I eat next then?” He shouted after her as she went, and she paused to glance back over her shoulder.

“What do you want?” She asked, not wanting to force his choice this time. If that diet was well and truly broken, that choice was going to be his.

“Something gooey,” he sucked on his fingers, then licked again at his lips.

“Like a cake?” She shouted.

“A little softer,” he replied. “And perhaps maybe a little warmer too!”

“Savoury then,” she offered, her eyes now beginning to light up at the treats.

“Melted cheese?” He asked, dropping a big hint.

“Pizza,” she confirmed, with a satisfied nod to herself. “But if I put one in the oven right now,” she raised her voice, and re-continued her walk. “Your middle will be blowing right up.”

“I can manage a few more pounds” he shouted, a sleepy grin now on his face, and already with more treats to digest on the way.

“Sure you can!” She shouted back at him. “How about some snacks while you wait?”

“Excellent idea.” He patted his belly. “Chef’s choice,” he shouted back.

“You’re demanding tonight, aren’t you?” She tried her best not to blush, as she opened the pantry door. “That might come in handy soon enough,” she whispered, beneath her breath, and grabbed the second bag of fresh donuts, which she had already bought.

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[littleextrat]

In-flight entertainment

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A female feeder and male feedee fly home from their vacation, and have a little fun on their flight home. Needs a little work, but short and sweet hopefully ... Enjoy!

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“I told you this would happen.” She messaged him from her seat. The airline had split them up again.

She caught the flight attendant’s attention, and asked if she could provide a seat belt extender to her husband in isle 14.

“On its way.” She messaged him, then glanced back over her shoulder from her seat to catch his eye, as he glanced up from his phone. “Serves you right for that large breakfast in the business lounge!” She typed to him with a smiley face.

“I didn’t order it!” He replied, with an angry faced emoji.

“That’s beside the point!” She sent him a winking eyed emoji after that.

“Seat belt extender just about fits.” He messaged her once it had arrived.

“There’s a chubby woman next to you too.” She replied back. “Quite the payload in isle 14 today!”

“She’s not that chubby.” Came his quick response.

“No, compared to you. She's not.” She sent him a devil emoji after that. “I’ll take a look at the in-flight menu for you, then we should meet by the bathroom for a mid-flight 'treat'.”

“Mile high club?” He asked, cheekily.

“Not sure you’d even fit.” She replied back. “Need to turn off my phone for take off. Order a snack, meal, and two desserts.”

“And a beer.” She added, hurriedly, before she was asked by the stewardess to turn off her phone.

“Okie-dokie.” He replied, quickly.

She glanced back at him and blew him a kiss as she turned off her phone.

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“They’re talking about you.” She sent him a message over the in-flight wi-fi by now.

“They’re not!” He replied back.

“No prizes for guessing who ordered two desserts in isle 14 … ‘Direct quote’. Mark my words.”

“Sure. Sure.” He replied, as she glanced over her shoulder and fired him a sly wink as she puffed out her cheeks. “You should ask for another dessert when you’re done with that one.” She messaged him back.

“We have a bathroom date to keep.” He pointed out to her. “Remember that?”

“That’s third dessert dependent.” She typed back, with a sly grinning emoji and devil face.

“You’re incorrigible!” He replied further.

“I know.” She replied back.

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“Third dessert done.” He messaged her.

“She said you’re the biggest airline piggy she’s ever seen.”

“LIAR!” He messaged her back.

“Okay. You got me there ... But I do think you look a little puffy after that third treat!”

“It was pretty good.” He messaged her in reply.

“I bet.” She added, before adding further, “And super fattening too. Did you see the calories on the menu?” She sent him a blushing emoji and see no evil emoji monkey.

“Bad?” He asked.

“Super bad.” She replied back, with a grin.

“I’m going to need a bigger seat belt extender for our next flight then.” He replied back.

“I think so too, ... tease.”

“I’m going to order a snack.” He replied, feeling cocky.

“Don’t! You’re turning me on!” She replied back.

“She’s already coming over.” He typed, then hit send.

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“From your husband in isle 14,” said the flight attendant, as she placed a vodka lemonade atop her table top tray.

“Nice touch.” She messaged him, with a sly wink.

“Cheers!” He messaged her back, then raised his snack pack towards her in her direction as she glanced back to his seat.

“A whole snack pack.” She messaged him. “… Nice.”

“When you’re putting on weight, you might as well do it in style.” He messaged his reply.

“You’re getting greedy.” She replied, quick as a flash.

“That a problem?” He asked back.

“Not when there’s food around.” She replied.

“About this bathroom date …” He inquired. “How are we set?”

“If you can wedge yourself in there.” She replied, with a winking eyed emoji and laughing face. "We can meet in ten."

“I’m sure it’ll be a bit tight in there.” He replied back.

“With a belly as big as yours, no doubt.” She replied further.

“I want your hands on it.” He typed, a little too hungrily now for sure.

“Me too!” She typed back. "My hands want it."

“Bathroom in 10 then?” He asked again.

“Perfect.” She replied. “Enjoy your snacks till then.”

“I'll be ready for my ‘dessert’.” He replied back.

“Easy tiger.” She replied, with a sweet kissing emoji. ‘Talk like that will cost you some pounds.’

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She pulled down the hem of her skirt as she walked back down the isle towards her seat.

“Well that was fun.” His message was already waiting for her when she glanced back at her phone.

“Definitely a tight squeeze.” She messaged him back. “Look at the size of you in this!” She then sent him the mirror picture she had taken on her phone - her leg was raised up against his gut.

“Definitely got bigger this holiday!” She sent him a pouting emoji with a kiss. "I wonder why?"

“Feels it!” He replied back. “Can’t help that you keep making me hungry all the time.”

“ALL the time?” She messaged, and smirked at him over her shoulder, as though he had now revealed a little too much.

“Well, not right now, no.” He messaged her back. “Kinda full at the minute!”

“Aw.” She twirled at her hair between her fingers. “You were very hungry in the bathroom just a minute ago.”

“That was different. I have needs.” He replied.

“Did those needs perchance make you gain a heck of a lot of weight?” She replied, with a smiling devil emoji grin.

“Just a little.” He replied back. “Gonna get me fatter too I bet.”

“Big talk!” She replied, as if she had heard it all before.

“I bet I’ve put on 10 pounds this holiday. Just you wait.” He typed back.

“Looks it.” She replied, then glanced over her shoulder and grinned at him. “Can’t ‘weight’ to weigh you again when we get home,” is what she next added into her phone.

“That one never gets old.” He replied.

“It’s a classic.” She typed back.

“True. True.” He replied, then added. “Think I can order another snack?”

“Sure!” Came her reply. “You’ve come a long way from the boy who wouldn’t put on any weight for me. Now look at you eating for me at the drop of a hat.”

“You dropped more than your hat in the bathroom.” He typed back, with an evil grinning emoji.

“Now you’re being incorrigible!” She replied. “But you’ve picked up quite the weight problem since we met.”

“Your 'back-fat-baby'.” He quipped in his reply, making fun of what she had once said.

“I only called you that ONCE!” She replied, turning back to look at him and turning beet-red.

“I’ll put all this on your back when we get home, don't worry.” He messaged her back, self-assuredly.

“Dream on, big boy.” She replied, with an evil grin.

“If it’s more than a 10 pound gain your drawers are dropping again.” He typed, then clicked send.

“Keep talking and you’ll have to gain another 10 just to touch me.” She replied back, with a grin.

“Yes Ma’am.” He replied. “I’ll better order that snack then.”

“You do that.” She replied, with a grinning emoji. “Better feed up that belly before I put it to good work. ;)”

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[littleextrat]

It totally does! Amazing writing, bravo!! 👏👏😇🥵

FFA BHM fiction

Finishing the final touches of my lipstick, my friend yells, “the uber’s here!”

We pile in like a can of sardines, already tipsy from pregaming.

“It’s hot girl summer!” My friend excitedly announces as we step out of the Uber.

We clamor about until we make it to our favorite local club. I’ve been itching to dance for a while now. Once inside, I order a beer and we all start to dance when a cute, fat guy steals my attention. Dark brown hair well put together, green button down flannel that might be regrettably hot, a pair of dark blue jeans with vans. He’s sitting off with a small group of people, a few dancing beside him. Part of me desperately wants to capture his attention, but the other part is terribly shy. I wouldn’t know what to do once I made eye contact.

So, I continue grinding on my friends. One member of his group targets my friend to dance with and we make eye contact. Perfect, keep dancing, I tell myself.

I grab another beer and keep stealing glances. He’s so big. Most of his friends stand or dance but he remains seated, belly prominently in his lap.

After a while, I realize I’m going to have to make the first move. Fuck. Another beer it is.

As fate would have it, he appears next to me at the bar to order and his large arm gently bumps into me.

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” I pause. “What are you drinking? I got it”

“Oh, no. That’s okay -“

I cut him off. “I know the owner,” and as if on cue, cooper greets me.

“Hey baby, what’ll it be?”

“Hmm, still thinking.” I give the hot fat guy a sly smile. When cooper leaves, the fatty returns it.

“Nice. Whatever you’re drinking is fine. Thank you. You don’t have to do that.” Seeing him up close and in such close proximity to others at the bar, he looks even bigger.

“No worries.” When our drinks come, we clink the glass bottles and cheers.

“So, who do I have to thank?”

“Oh! Leslie.”

“Nice to meet you, Leslie. I’m Alex,” we shake hands.

We strike up conversation and he swears he knows me from somewhere, but I would’ve remembered him.

“Do you want to dance?” I ask.

“Oh, no. I don’t dance. I think there might be a weight limit anyways,” he smirks and I look away, flustered.

“Well, I’m gonna dance for a little. Hopefully you’re still here after,” I hop off the stool and look back at him, hoping he’ll watch me for a little.

As I hoped, he does. My friends and I grind on each other and dance rhythmically to the Spanish songs that come on. Once I’m sure he’s still watching, I pull my friend in and we kiss. When I finish, I’m looking for him for a reaction. He’s locked eye contact and gulps down the rest of his beer.

I use this as an opportunity to excuse myself from the dance floor and ask if he wants another drink.

“That was hot,” he has to lean closer so I can hear him over the music, his breath warm on my neck.

“Was it?” I feign innocence.

“Yeah, and you know it was.” He looks at me for a reaction, but I neither confirm nor deny it.

I order us another beer and he jokingly says, “are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Of course not...why? Is it working?” His adorable smirk appears again.

“So, I don’t get it. All these guys,” he gestures around us. “Why me?”

“Why not you?”

“Well, for starters, I could snap you in half by accident.”

Again, I had to look away, feeling my cheeks burning.

“Oh NOW you’re shy?” He bubbles over with laughter.

“Why so shy all of a sudden?” He tries looking me in the eye but I avoid his stare and shrug.

“I dunno,” I whisper. He leans over closer to me.

“What was that?” His voice low, breath hot on my neck again, arm barely touching mine. I gulp and nervously lick my lips in response.

He shakes his head. “So, so shy,” he looks at me warmly. “It’s so hot in here,” he continues, unbuttoning his flannel to expose a black undershirt. With each button he undoes, I struggle to keep my eyes anywhere but there. He notices.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I answer as confidently as possible.

“Oh, this? I can put it back on,” he offers, indicating towards his flannel he just took off.

“No! No, that’s okay. Why would you?”

“I don’t know. You look uncomfortable.”

“That’s not why.” The liquid courage gets the best of me.

“Then...?” He prompts.

“It’s nice,” is all I manage to say.

He’s trying to understand. “What’s nice?”

I hesitate. “You don’t need that,” I gesture towards his flannel. “You don’t need to cover anything up.”

“Oh,” a look of confusion sweeps over his face.

“It’s nice?” He’s still fixated on what exactly that means.

I nod, shyness creeping through my veins, competing with the alcohol.

He contemplates for a second then skeptically points at his belly.

“...this?”

I nod, refusing to break eye contact to steal another glimpse.

“Really?”

I nod again.

“Huh. And here I thought one of your friends put you up to this,” he shook his head.

“Oh my god, no! Why would you think that?”

“Well you know, someone’s gotta take one for the team. Our friends sure seem to be getting along,” he referred to my friend sucking on his friend’s lips.

“What do you mean, ‘take one for the team’?”

“Well, just that our friends want to go home together, probably. And someone gets stuck alone, or with me.”

“Stuck with?” I say incredulously.

“Well, yeah. No one exactly brags about hooking up with the fat guy at the end of the night.” He states matter of factly and downs another swig of beer.

At this point, I’m angry people have made him feel like a consolation prize. I bite my lip and place my hand on his arm.

“Absolutely not. I was so nervous to talk to you.”

“You nervous to talk to me?!”

I blush, nodding.

“Don’t be.” His warm smile radiates. “So,” he hesitated. “You ever been with a...” he trails off.

“Bigger guy? No.”

He shifts in his seat which is obviously too small and I’m staring again.

“You wanna get out of here then? Or did you want to make out with your friend again for my benefit?” He teased.

“I’d rather make out with someone else,” the liquid courage in me winning over any shyness.

I’m about the same height standing next to his barstool and he gingerly reaches for my waist. His hands feel strong, protective. I lean in and feel his soft chest against me. Instinctively, my hands find his sides and my heart races. I’ve never touched a bigger guy before, let alone been this close. The softness is sinfully pleasurable. He pulls me in and our lips dance together, his hands around my slim waist. I feel his soft belly against me and I feel faint for a moment. This is what I’ve been dreaming of. It feels even better than I could’ve imagined.

Soft, fat, decadent. He whispers, “let’s go,” and I follow him, people having to move out of his way like he’s a giant leading me.

I text my friends and I’m in his car watching his belly jiggle with every bump. He watches me. “You like that?”

“It’s sexy,” I remark honestly. His tight shirt outlining the curves of his belly and moobs.

He reaches over and places my small hand on his belly. We don’t say anything, but I get to feel his fat the entire way to his house, jiggling relentlessly.

Slowly, I start prodding and squeezing his belly. He doesn’t look over at me, but I keep going. He hikes up his shirt so I can slide my hand under. It’s glorious. Unimaginably soft.

When we reach his house he gets the door for me and holds my hand, guiding me to the front door. My heart is pounding. Once inside, he immediately shoves me against the nearest wall with his belly. Involuntarily, I let out a quiet moan. He pulls my hands up over my head and squishes his belly even deeper into me. “Fuck,” I moan, feeling his girth against my small frame.

“You like that?” He whispers, breath already becoming labored. I nod. Our lips are desperate for each other. My tongue glides over his double chin and at this point we’re both breathing heavy.

Suddenly, he picks me up and as we continue making out, he drops me onto the couch. It creaks when he tries to maneuver onto it.

“Fuck, I’m too fat,” he practically pants.

“Good.” I sit up and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him down so he can sit on it more comfortably. He looks absolutely massive. Belly splayed out over his lap. His body taking up half the couch. Straddling his lap, his belly fits between my legs. I lift his belly and drop it down on top of my lap.

“So fat there’s no room on your lap for me.” I’m mesmerized. The couch creaks in response.

Still facing him, I grab the hem of his shirt and tug at it, desperate to expose his fat belly. He leans his back off to help me and I stare in awe at his perfect body. So much fat. Belly completely covering his lap. Fat rolls that extend around his back. Love handles spilling over the top of his jeans. His body a slave to his gluttony.

Leaning over, I start grinding into his belly...I would say lap, but it’s covered. He kisses my chest as if to encourage me to continue. I can’t stop myself from grabbing everywhere. His squishy upper arms which lack any definition. His moobs, much bigger than my own boobs. His fat rolls indicating just how much of a fat ass he is - so obese that his fat has nowhere else to go but roll over on itself.

Even his thighs are massive. I need to see and feel more of him.

He’s breathless now even though I’m on top. I lift his belly in order to find his jeans so I can finally unbutton them. He takes his belly for me so I can unbuckle the way-too-tight belt. While fumbling with the stupid belt, I kneel down and start kissing and sucking his belly, even biting it a few times. He lets out soft gasps but I’m entranced. “That’s so good,” he moans, eyes closed. We make eye contact and he gently presses my face back into his belly. I swear I’ll orgasm without him even touching me.

That’s when he picks me up and takes me to his bedroom. He practically throws me down and he’s over me on all fours, his belly dangling tempting me, belt still hanging on. His hand finds my neck and squeezes.

“You want me on top?” I nod excitedly.

“But I’m so fat...I’m too heavy,” he teases. “Look at me, I’ll crush you.” With those words I’m grabbing voraciously at him, willing his huge body on top of mine. He smirks.

“God, you want it bad huh? You really think you can force all this weight on top of you?” He’s enjoying the hell out of this.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what?”

“Please...let me feel your body. I need to feel it. Please.” I continue to beg. I sound needy and helpless but I do need it.

Without breaking eye contact. He grabs my hand and makes me feel his fat belly dangling above me.

“You want this on you? All this fat?” I’m nodding and biting my lip, trying to contain myself.

“I’m so heavy baby,” I can’t tell whether he’s playing up the labored breathing for my benefit, or if he really is that out of shape and can’t hold himself over me this long without struggling.

“Please...” is all I manage to squeak out.

Without warning, he finally releases his weight onto me. I see stars. He comes back up and I take a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” He asks seriously.

I nod, unable to speak yet.

“I’ll be more gentle.” This time, he slowly releases his weight onto me. It’s even more sensual feeling his fat cover me inch by inch. I’m grabbing at his fat back and pressing him further into me, although it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. When he comes back up, he glides his belly over the spans of my small body. I arch my back trying to get even closer to him. He’s sweating and panting from the exertion it took to hold his obese body over me for so long. His arms are shaking.

“God you’re so fat. You can barely hold yourself up,” I tease.

“Yeah, and you love it.” He shoves my face into his belly and I moan. When he releases me, he flops onto his back and the mattress creaks, his belly fat jiggling then settling. He looks so obese with his fat double chin and chubby cheeks. I climb up and straddle him, kissing his round cheeks. It amazes me how every part of him is soft. My tongue explores his double chin and down to his moobs. My hands exploring the huge expanse of his body. No matter how much I prod and squeeze, it’s never enough. I need more. I need to be closer to him. I need handfuls.

“Can i feed you?” I blurt out.

He doesn’t feign surprise. “What? You want to feed me?”

Normally I’d be embarrassed, but instead I nod.

“What do you want to feed me?”

“What do you have?”

He grunts as he sits up, belly spilling further into his lap.

“Let’s look.” He grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen, fat jiggling with each step.

I place my arm around his back as he opens cupboards.

“What about these?” Brownie bites. Perfect.

“Perfect.”

Back in the bedroom, I straddle him once again, but this time with fattening treats.

“I’ve never done this before,” I confess.

“Me either.”

Slowly, I pop one into his mouth. He closes his eyes. “Mmm.”

“Good boy,” I coo.

He places his hand on the side of his enormous belly as I feed him. I begin slowly prodding his fat, pushing empty calories past his willing lips.

“That’s it,” I encourage. He moans in response.

Shoving another into his mouth, I tug on his jeans, letting him know it’s time. He has to help pull them off and quickly does the same with mine, still chewing.

“More,” he knows this is what I want to hear.

I prop myself onto him and continue feeding him.

“So greedy.” He nods, accepting another morsel.

I start grinding my hips into him. The faster I go, the faster I shove food into his mouth. He shakes his head but I don’t care.

“More.” I whisper in his ear and he opens his mouth obediently.

“If you want to cum you’ll eat them all.” I threaten. He groans in response.

“Baby...” he pants, “I’m so full,” he places a hand on his tightening belly.

“Come on. Just a few more,” I hold it up to his mouth and suck on his neck for encouragement. He obliges.

I’m thrusting harder and faster, his belly jiggling mercilessly, a sea of fat. There’s only a few brownies left and I’m edging so he can finish them by the time we both cum. At this point, we’re both moaning messes, begging to finish. I shove the last two into his mouth and simultaneously, we climax.

“Yes, you fatty. Good fatty.” I’m breathing almost as heavy as he is and collapse into him, his fat enveloping me. I suck the chocolate from his fingers and he lets out the softest moan.

“Fuck.” He breathes. I nod, tilting his chin so I can kiss his lips, tasting the chocolate he’d just devoured.

“Good boy,” I coo. “I didn’t think you were going to finish.”

“I HAD to finish...you didn’t give much of a choice.” He rolled on his side and pulled me in, his fat overflowing onto me.

“That’s right,” I stated proudly, slapping his fat belly.

Exhausted, we kissed until we fell asleep, the empty container taunting us for what we’d done.

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... I guess he's not entirely to blame for that big over-fed belly somehow! ;D

Big big big heavy boy sketch today

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Loved it, thanks for posting!

Just a slow-burn story I had an itch to write. Let me know what you guys think.

I could tell he was stress eating. It has been a long semester and Zach was trudging through these last few exams. It didn’t help that his birthday landed during finals week and his roommate absolutely insisted on throwing him a party. The only reason Zach let him was because he had a day after to recover before bis last exams.

And now here we were, studying in the basement of the library. Zach’s actual friends hadn’t been invited to the party because his roommate didn’t think his “nerd friends” wanted to party. Though offended, we all got over it. For his birthday, our friends all brought him snacks, pizza, and coffee to get through his last cram session if finals. I was the extravagant one who made some chocolate chip cookies for the group.

We all likes to study together. It helped us that focused. Some of the group were all in the same classes so they could work through problems together. I didn’t have that luxury. Being the English major in a friend group of STEM majors is interesting. The number of times one of them would insinuate that I was “wasting my time” with English was honestly insulting at times. I just laughed when they’d ask me to look over and essay or important email.

Zach was one of the more understanding of the Engineering majors of our group. When we first started hanging out, he suffered from the same “I’m a cool guy and girls are lame” sort of vibe that a lot of his kind of guy have as a new college kid. Slowly over the semester though, he learned that we had a similar sense of humor and had a blast hanging out. He was probably one of my beat friends in college.

That is until Emily entered his life. It was a short stint of dating but it certainly left a mark on poor Zach. She was a loud, proud, but confused Vegan who still ate eggs because “they were alive” or something like that. She hated that he would spend time with girls other than her at all, even though our friend group was like six dudes, me, and my roommate Sarah. So he just fell off the face of the planet for the entirety of October, until Halloween.

I had heard about a party happening at one of my classmates houses and she told me to invite whoever I wanted. It was going to be a more low-key fun house party, not a rager like the frats threw. So we all rolled up in our silly costumes. Being the confident but self-conscious girl that I was, I decided to make my own costume and went as a ridiculous amalgamation of a lackluster pun. It wasn’t even sexy. Most of my friends followed suit.

After about an hour and a half of drinking and having fun, we heard Emily shouting at Zach in the party. “What the fuck is she saying?” Sarah turned and asked. None of us could hear her over the music. She finally grabbed his hand and took him downstairs. He didn’t even see us. She probably would have freaked out if she had. She hated us, but that wasn’t helped when we pointed out the flaw in her vegan logic.

Another hour passed and one of my classmates found me and told me “a guy was asking to see me in the bathroom” and that he needed my help. Naturally, I was skeptical and asked if this was a sex thing. She said no, just that he seemed upset and needed help with his costume. I looked at my friends, asked Sarah to hold my drink, and followed my classmate. I knocked on the bathroom door only to hear Zach grunt. I sighed in relief.

I opened the door to a mess of a boy. He had at one point been wearing what seemed to be a Batman costume, but there was now a rip in the side seam. He was sitting on the ground in the bathroom with a bottle of beer and a slice of pizza. “Hi.” It was the most forlorn hello. “Hey man, how are you?” I took a set on the sink counter. “Do I look like a man who is doing well?” He laughed as he said it. I chuckled. “Not exactly. What seems to be the issue? And whatever it is, we should fix it quickly because there are people in line.”

With that, Zach stood up and showed off the damage to the side seam. After a moment of scouring the bathroom I didn’t see anything I could fix this with. “Here, let me talk to the host. She probably has a sewing kit I can patch this with. For now, just lean against me. Use the cape as cover. The rip was worse than I though. It ran from his hips down to his knee. We left the bathroom to a mixed response of happy to use the bathroom again and confused looks of “did they fuck in there?”

After some investigating, I found the host and she let us use her room to fix the damage. The door was open but having a girl crouching and staring closely at a guys side is a little strange at a first glance, easy to misread. Zach explained how the last month of his life had basically been hell. Emily was a controlling bitch who limited everything he said, did, and even ate. So instead of eating like a normal diet, he would just binge on whatever tasty junk food he could find when she wasn’t around. “Salads can be nice, but it was just romaine half the time. Who eats just romaine lettuce?! Its objectively the worst lettuce!” We laughed and caught up.

He had put on a lot of weight for just a month, but unless you were as close as I was, you wouldn’t be able to really tell. When he started college, he wasn’t exactly in shape. He more or less just had that semi-athletic body most teen boys have. Why bother learning to fuel your body correctly when you can eat all the food you want and never get fat?! That catches up to someone quickly when you add alcohol and college buffets. The costume had apparently been from a few years ago so he figured it would be fine. It probably was when we first met, but 10 pounds or so on a trim body adds up quickly around the pant line. His thigh were the main change. They were much thicker than I remember seeing them. For the first time, I saw my friend as sexy.

I couldn’t remember how or when it started, but I always gravitated towards having crushes on chubby guys. My first boyfriend, my second boyfriend, my brief fling when I first got to college, all probably twice my weight. I loved laying next to someone soft and sinking into them when I sat on top of them. I loved kissing their thick thighs and slapping their fat asses and watching everything jiggle. It was always playful and sexy for me, and at first it would intimidated the guys I was with. But once they learned it was out of admiration and not cruelty, they also learned to love have their bodies grabbed the way they would to mine. And now, seeing my friend with some meat on his bones, I felt really conflicted. Was I into Zach?

When I was almost done patching the side of the costume, there was a loud scream at the door. “ZACHARY HOW DARE YOU?! AND TO THINK I WAS GOING TO TAKE YOU BACK! THAT’S IT, WE ARE SO DONE!” Shouted a confused Emily. I guess from where she stood, it looked like I was doing something far more illicite to her now ex. Zach laughed when she was done storming off and our friend group ran over to see what was the matter. We explained and well had a good laugh about the whole thing.

As the semester came to a close, Zach made no effort to lose to errant pounds from his time with Emily. Now that he could eat real meals again, he was also binging less often. While I was a little saddened to his weight stagnate, I had too many novels to read and he had so much math it was crazy. But now here at finals week, Zach seemed to be stuffing himself constantly to stay focused while studying. I watched him eat and entire pizza by himself over the course of a few hours. What was helping him study was utterly distracting me.

“Is everything alright, or are you just lost in thought?” Gavin asked. He was the next closed thing to a liberal arts major the group had, an architect. He took just as much math as the rest and as much history as me. He really bridged that academic gap. Unfortunately, he was also the observant one of the boys in the group. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Lost in thought or whatever.” I responded quickly. Had he seen me staring at Zach? I made eye contact with Gavin. He laughed, looked over towards the pizza box in front of Zach and said quietly to me “do you think he knows that a cram session is for knowledge and not pizza?” We both chuckled a bit. I didn’t know how to even respond but I doubt Gavin expected a response. He want back to his book, and I went back to pretending to read poetry while seeing Zach’s stuffed stomach poke out under his too tight t-shirt.

The day continued like this until we decided to call it and got dinner at the buffet near our dorms. While it wasn’t good, it come for “free” with our housing at school so we ate it. That was probably the culprit of the freshman 15-20 for most. Sarah insisted on making a pact that if I thought she looked fatter I had to tell her and she promised to do the same. We both avoided the weight gain of our first semester, unlike some of our peers. After winter break, there were going to be several new wardrobes. Zach would probably be included. He wasn’t obese, but his jeans were cutting in tight as he sat down for dinner.

It was amazing to just decompress and hang out after a long day of studying. Gavin and Sarah gossiped about a girl from their home town who was failing miserably, our other friends Nick, Justin, and Alex were excited to get home cooked meals again, and Zach sat absorbed in the food. You’d think the boy was starving based on the way he was eating. I was contributing to the boys talk of missing home but couldn’t help and watch Zach on and off. It was so hot watching him eat without abandon. What had gotten into him? I felt guilty about feeling turned on by my friend but he was fulfilling a fantasy of mine before my very eyes.

Explaining to people that you love fat boys is always hard. A few weeks into college, our newly formed friend group got a little drunk and I messaged one of the boys I was talking to on Tinder. Naturally, Sarah was interested. She grabbed my phone to snoop and was alarmed when she saw that he was close to 300 pounds! She then proceeded to show all of the boys the guys I was flirting. They were all speechless. I got nervous and said something like “we have a class together and he’s really charming and he shot his shot and I was humoring him.” I got my phone back before Sarah could disprove me. None of them said anything about it again until Gavin had earlier today.

At one point, Zach caught me staring. He suddenly got really shy and just stood up and walked over the the dessert table. He came back with a small bowl of ice cream and nothing else. He looked so happy before he caught me watching him. He probably assumed I was some freak now…

The next afternoon, we all decided to have one last hangout for the semester before people left campus for winter break. Everyone was done with their finals and most of them were leaving tomorrow to head home. My flight wasn’t until Saturday, and Nick’s parents were picking him up Sunday morning, but everyone else was getting picked up tomorrow afternoon.

For our last hurrah for the year, we decided to go to the fanciest food establishment we could all afford, a shitty little burger joint just off campus that hadn’t raised their prices since the 90s. $6 for a stack of pancakes and hash browns? Absolutely! It was the top choice of drunk students across campus. It was fairly barren tonight. Most people had left for hime already, those who hadn’t were packing.

We had a great time chatting and enjoying the last bit of this semester as new friends. As the night wound down, most of them decided to head in early to go pack. Sarah had asked if I could let her have the room for the night while she packed, and I didn’t mind. Unfortunately, the only friend I knew with an open bed was Zach. His roommate left after his last exam today, there was an open bed. I stopped by my room for some comfy clothes and my phone charger and headed off to Zach’s building.

Thoughts were racing through my head about yesterday. Was he going to mention it at all? Did he remember Sarah spilling the beans about my preferences? As I walked, I suddenly realized this would be the first time we would be hanging out one on one since I helped him with his wardrobe malfunction.

I called him to let me in, and he came down quickly, carrying a bag of trash. Based in the colors, it seemed to be nothing but containers of fast food. “Uh sorry if its a mess, Hank left some of his trash in the room. Had to get… the food out.” Was he blushing? “Its totally fine. As long I have a place to crash and he doesn’t care.” I calmly said in response. We headed up the stairs to his dorm on the third floor and I noticed his butt bouncing a little as he walked ahead of me. I was hypnotized, but I was determined to keep it cool. He was just my friend.

When he opened his door, I now know why he apologized. There were pizza boxes and burger boxes littering the floor. “Oh wow, you weren’t kidding. He really… uh, left a mess.” I stammered thinking about Zach sitting there and stuffing himself with everything I saw. Thousands of calories making him fatter and jigglier. He entered and kicked some boxes under the bed, waking me from my brief daydream. “Like I said, I’m sorry its a mess. This is where you say something like ‘boys are icky and gross’ right?” We both laughed. “If you think girls are any better, you can’t imagine the number of tampons I’ve found in the shower drains. Like… just put it in a trash can!” We both shuttered and then laughed about it.

We sat and chat for a while about our plans for winter break while he packed some of his clothes. I offered to help him after an hour. I cleaned up all of the boxes strewn about while he organized his clothes. After about 20 minutes of music and productivity, Zach turned down the music and stood still for a second. He was clearly trying to formulate a sentence that he didn’t want to mess up.

“Can I ask you something that may be weird?” I nodded and he continued thinking.

“So… you may not remember this…. but a few months ago, Sarah showed is the guy you were flirting with at the time. And he was…” he was looking straight down at the ground, hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“He was a big guy, unfortunately I remember.” I interjected. He looked relieved that I said it so he didn’t have to.

“Yeah, that. So you do remember. Okay… well I’ve noticed the past few days… you have been watching me as I eat… and I was just wondering… like, what that was about?” He finally sat down on the bed. He was bright red from blushing.

“Oh shit… sorry, I didn’t mean… I wasn’t trying to… I mean fuck…” I didn’t know how to respond.

“I’m just wondering because… I lied earlier tonight. This wasn’t Hank’s doing. And he didn’t throw me a party for my birthday…” Zach was now starting to fidget with his belt line. He was clearly crammed into a pair of pants far too small for his new pounds.

“Okay… then what did you do for your birthday? We were trying to text you and you weren’t-“ I was cut off by the sound of a button popping. Suddenly he sighed and his gut jutted forward.

“Oh god… okay, when I was dating Emily I was sneaking snacks right? Well I sort of found out that I love the feeling of eating that much. It was so fulfilling, especially because she had me in such a strict diet. And after we broke up, I was content eat my normal three meals because I had been so hungry all month. And then I got bored and started doing it again. Hank rushed a frat and moved out around that time so I had the room to myself to do what I wanted. And I found myself just… mindlessly eating. And then I remembered you said you liked big guys, and I started looking it up, and I found out that this was a thing and I started eating more and you started looking at me but I couldn’t tell if you were watching out of disgust or whatever and-“ He finally looked up and saw that I was still staring at his now unbuttoned pants and biting my lip a little.

He looked down and took in just how fleshy his middle had become and then looked back up at me before saying “I’m going to assume this is a good thing?” I simply nodded. I had always been with chubby boys but never one who ate like Zach. I had never been with someone who wanted to get bigger.

“If I told you that I could still go for some food, how would that make you feel?” He said shyly.

“God can I kiss you yet?” I blurted out excitedly. The rest of the bight went by in a blur. Pizza was ordered at some point, and I got to finally explore all of this new flesh on him. It was so sensitive and he wasn’t used to anyone playing with him like this and it was hard for him to not get to excited too quickly. After a night of debauchery, we laid there next to each other naked and fell asleep like that. The next morning, I helped him finish picking up his room before his parents arrived to pick him up.

“How long had you been waiting to do that?” He asked before I left.

“Honestly, your thighs at the Halloween party were the start of my downfall. And then seeing your room last night, I could only picture your stuffing yourself silly. That was the most fun I’ve ever had. I hope… we do that again sometime?” I asked nervously.

“You know, my mom is an amazing cook. She won’t mind having her hungry son around again. Who knows, there may just be more to explore in a few weeks.” He smiled coyly.

“How dare you be so cruel and tease me like that?!” I laughed and grabbed his belly. “I just hope you aren’t just teasing. And if anyone asks, just say your bulking.”

We said our goodbyes for now and I headed back to my dorm. When I got to the room, Sarah was giggling. “Have a fun night with Zach?” She asked pointedly.

“What do you mean? Yeah, we had a very chill evening.” I lied. She clearly saw right through that and laughed “So how was it? Be honest!” After several more minutes of denying, I finally caved and told her. She was weirdly excited.

“Ha! I told Gavin it would work! He didn’t believe me.” Sarah then spilled this entire plan they had concocted for the tow of us to get together. Zach had confided in Gavin about his interest in me and Sarah was aware of my… quirks when it came to guys and she just lied to make it happen. I wanted to be mad but after last night, I couldn’t be. I didn’t tell her what happened, but I told her it was fun and I was excited to see him next semester.

Later that night, once she was gone, Zach texted me to say he was home safely and that Gavin told him about Sarah’s plan too. “I guess I was a little obvious” I joked. “We you weren’t the one who ate enough for three people in one day. That’s obvious.” I wished him good night and spent the rest of the night packing. As excited as I was for Winter Break, I was more excited for the next semester to begin already.

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Give and Take

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A little scene (nsfw) between a female feeder and male feedee as they make love, teasing one another, and more. Hopefully some fun dialogue too. Enjoy!

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‘I don’t remember this being so hard.’ He huffed above her in the bed.

‘It’s those last ten pounds.’ She winked up at him. ‘And that sheet cake every night.’

‘Gotta have my treats.’ He defended himself, and continued to thrust.

‘Evidently.’ She grinned back up at him, and felt his eyes all over her body once more.

‘How about you start admitting it now?’ Her hands were on his thickened love handles as she asked. ‘You’re struggling to stop.’

His cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Partly at the accusation, and partly because it was true.

‘I can lose this belly whenever I want.’ He shook it into her, and carried on with his hips.

'You sure?' Her eyebrows raised. ‘Even when I’m still around?'

‘Yes.’ He stuck out his tongue playfully at her and tickled her sides. ‘And trynna make me rounder too!’

But whilst they both laughed, she knew that look on his face.

He was starting to tire.

And as if on cue, he ground to a halt above her, breathing heavily, and had to roll over onto his back for some air. And she didn’t need more of an invite to get up on top.

‘Oops.’ She giggled, patting his belly with a wry smile as she took up her seat. ‘Got a lil’ too addicted to my cooking, didn’tcha big boy?’ She queried, as her hips began to put him to task.

‘F***ck!’ A pleasured moan escaped his lips as she tightened her grip on him.

‘No, it’s not that,’ he began to protest, but his hands on her body revealed it wasn't so.

‘And all this sex on tap.’ She quipped further, and slapped at his heavy gut. ‘Is it any wonder you grew a lil’ fat?' She winked at him playfully, and shot him her best puppy dog eyes.

The indignity of it.

Her sheer arrogance.

And that fact that he had been bettered at his own game.

He just couldn’t stand this.

And so somehow, he managed to summon the strength from somewhere to lift them both clean up off the bed, and her off of him in the process too, before flipping her over onto her front unsubtly and moving swiftly to grab at her hips. He was moving fast for a big boy right now, his belly now on her back, and his all back inside her.

‘Feel that?’ He pulled a little at her hair as he asked; his weight beginning to squeeze the air out of her lungs and her body being squeezed tighter into the mattress with eahc thrust. ‘Like that, don’t you?’ His voice was now at a low growl by her ear, his greedy thrusts teasing her, as his teeth grazed softly at her cheek, before his lips locked onto her neck.

She somehow managed to turn her head a little to one side and come up for air.

‘Don’t you?’ He asked again, smacking lightly at the side of her thigh as he kept working her with his belly and thighs.

‘Mmmm, you’re so cocky.’ She did her best to hide her sly grin, as she bit a little at the pillow by her face. ‘I’m gonna love seeing that when your pants don’t fit.’ She gyrated her hips back up into him and eased a slight gasp of pure pleasure from his lips.

‘You’ll just buy me more.’ He grabbed her ass determinedly, continuing to thrust as he bit at her ear. ‘Won’t you?’

He was enjoying himself, she could tell. Throwing that weight around, like he was in charge.

‘Mail order.’ She quipped, teasing him with her hand, as she clamped onto him tighter still.

‘Such a kinky little Miss.’ His lips were back at the base of her neck. ‘Just look what you made me do to myself.’ He kissed uncontrollably at her back. ‘You just knew I couldn’t stop.’

‘Oops.’ She tried to feign her innocence, but there was clearly a fair share of blame to lay at her door. 'Nothing little ‘bout you any more is there honey?’ She glanced back and fired him a sly smile.

‘Another forty pounds on me,’ he teased her back now. ‘And I’m gonna put you right through this bed!’

‘Bring it.’ She gyrated her hips back up into him again, and drew them both in a little closer to getting there too.

He was so mesmerised by her in that moment, he just couldn’t stop himself. All he wanted was more. All. The. Time.

‘You’re gonna cook me more after this.’ He commanded - as it wasn’t a question to be asked, and grabbed at her ass to confirm so. ‘Aren’t you?’ He pulled a little harder on her shoulders for more purchase as he asked, and got himself the perfect angle to persist with his haul.

‘Yes!’ She moaned a little, letting herself edge a little closer, as she felt him throbbing between her thighs. ‘I'm gettin’ so good at your portion control baby.’ She bit at the pillow, as his weight kept barreling into her like heavy waves hitting the shore.

‘Can you feel it?’ He asked, his lips back hurriedly by her ear.

‘God yes!’ She moaned, unable to see his face, but sensing that wide smile.

‘Good girrrhhl.’ He began to lose it inside her. ‘You’re such a good little feeder girl.’ He grabbed her thigh as he came.

‘Yes!’ She moaned, biting at the pillow again, answering his call, and coming just in time for his overfed body to collapse on her back.

And after a few blissful moments like that, their bodies still intertwined and tingling, he finally rolled over and gave her some air.

‘Good,’ he said, reaching his head across slightly to kiss the side of her cheek. ‘For a moment there,’ he continued, his hand now squeezing greedily again at her ass. ‘I thought you’d forgot who’s in control.’

She did her best to restrain herself in that moment; until she had had her chance to feed him some more that night too.

‘Of your weight?’ She asked - innocently enough - but failing to hide her widening smirk, as she rolled over onto her side to face him too now.

‘Yes.’ He kissed her lovingly on the lips.

‘Oh boy!’ She said, still grinning at him, as their mouths parted, and she grabbed his belly and gave it a shake with her hand. ‘I think someone really needs to step on the scales.’

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Cute Feederism - Episode 1

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Super short little scene between a female feeder and a male feedee on a typical evening in. Aiming to keep it realistic and towards the soft feederism / feedism end of the spectrum. Let me know if you'd like to read more from these two!

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‘Boy oh boy, what have you been eating?’ she asked, glancing at him as he got undressed before her. ‘Not enough,’ he replied, still irate at having missed his monthly goal. ‘Forget about it,’ she tried to reassure him. ‘You’re still looking pretty fat.’ ‘Thanks.’ He patted away at his girth, ‘I think.’ ‘You still want more?’ Her lips curled into a deviant smile, and she draped her arms out invitingly across the bed. ‘Yes,’ he replied, beginning to grin back at her. ‘My-oh-my, what will the neighbours say?’ she asked, as she clasped her cheeks in mock-surprise, as he clambered atop her hips. ‘You know that Katy’s already come to me “in concern” about your weight.’ She rolled her eyes at him at the ridiculousness of that statement. ‘Katy’s gonna freak then,' he said, picking up a spoon and a plateful of cheesecake from the bedside cabinet, sitting back on his haunches on top of her, and beginning to eat. ‘When I’m fifty pounds heavier come next Spring.’ ‘You really shouldn’t be eating that.’ She winked up at him. ‘I mean, a man in your condition.’ She placed her hands on his full belly. ‘I think that’s what Katy would say.’ ‘Yes I should, Katy.’ He grinned back at her and played along. ‘Still sore about your monthly goal huh?’ She pouted her lips at him playfully. ‘You betcha,' he said, as he sank down another forkful. ‘I’ve been eating like such a pig this month.’ ‘I could start you up on those shakes again,’ she proffered, as she writhed her hips invitingly beneath him. 'Thicken you out a bit.' ‘Bet you’d love that.’ He smiled down at her as he continued to eat. ‘Sue me.’ She bit on her bottom lip. ‘I love men who love to eat.' He patted his belly. ‘Well I’m definitely one of those.’ ‘You sure are,’ she replied, with a sly grin. ‘When I’m done with this.’ He raised his plate. ‘I’ll be getting on to dealing with you.’ She licked her lips. 'Well you're sure workin' me up an appetite at least.’ Her eyes motioned to his heavily laden plate. ‘Eating like you’re not already full.’ 'Such a tease,' she added, wriggling her hips once more. ‘You know I won’t stop until I get my fill,’ he said. ‘In-satiable.’ She clamped her hands on his belly. ‘What will that poor Katy say?’ ‘Just watch.' ‘Oh I shall,’ she replied. ‘She’ll be jealous.’ He chuckled. ‘That you get to roll around with so much man.’ ‘Well come roll around a lil’ with me.’ She blew him a sweet kiss. ‘And I’ll be sure to put more rolls on you.’

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