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I missed this story! @akwg is one of the best feedists fiction writers!

Byte by Byte

BHM/FFA, male WG, soft feedism , weight acceptance, mildly explicit

Gerald had always been a big guy. Born and raised in the corn belt of the USA, three quarters of his family were obese and so was he by sophomore year in highschool.

He was a decent defensive lineman in school, an immovable wall of mass, so his coach never rode him about his weight. His parents had told him he was a growing boy, and they made sure he ate his fill and then some. His friends would usually pass him leftovers, figuring it’d help him on the field and it was better than wasting food.

He made it to college on a decent scholarship that paid close to half, so he found a job working in a bakery. The early mornings meshed well with his afternoon classes while leaving the evenings clear to hang out with friends. Plus, the owner never minded if he took the day-old fares back to the dorms. After all, he had been a starving college kid once too.

He had a few girlfriends, who all overlooked his weight for a time, before they got bored of his slow pace in life. He was happy to stop and smell the roses, never needing to go on grand adventures to other countries or feeling the need to spend every free hour in a gym.

Now, he did work out - about twice a week just to burn off stress and have some fun maxing out his squats. But anyone could tell you that that schedule was not helping him trim down.

So girls would come and go, many telling him he was perfect except… or amazing but…

But to be honest?

It didn’t really faze him. Yeah, it stung. But he knew that one day he’d find the right person. And he couldn’t fault someone for having a preference.

And he was right.

His other half found him six years after graduation, when he was 28 and working as a back-end software developer for a national bank. The pay was decent, but the real perk was a hybrid-schedule that let him work remote for three days of the week. He was still a big guy - a rough 408 pounds and 6’1”, but he had an infectious laugh and a quiet confidence.

Until Kellie.

She was one of the loan officers, and at least to Gerald, was cursed with anything technological.

It never failed that on Monday she’d be in his office at 10:15AM sharp, either a laptop or tablet tucked under her arm and two coffees in hand.

“Hi Gerald… I did it again. I swear the printer network hates me.”

“Ha, it just might, Kellie. Thanks for the coffee.”

“No problem, it’s the least I can do. The other tech guys get annoyed with me, but you’re always so nice.” She replied, carefully sitting in the chair across from him. She smiled at him, the left corner of her mouth higher than the right thanks to a childhood injury. As much as Gerald was an oversized good ol’ American boy, she was the good ol’ American girl. Came from a small town and worked her way through school, and then slowly climbed the ladder at the bank.

Gerald would hear the other tech-bro’s call her a five out of ten, but he always thought she was a ten out of ten. Beautiful in ways he really couldn’t explain, and no matter how many times he had to reconnect her to the network, or help her uninstall and reinstall programs when they broke; it was always worth it. He even had started to find reasons to extend the five minute fixes to ten or fifteen, happy to just talk to her.

“It’s not a problem at all, really. I know the networks can be a bit finicky.” A white lie, since only she ever had trouble. “Besides, the way to my heart is definitely caffeine and pastries.” He said, pausing at the slip. He glanced at her and noticed her smile was a bit more lopsided as she grinned wider.

“Well, if I knew you were this easy to bribe, I would’ve been bringing you donuts too!”

“I don’t need them, really. Coffee is just fine.”

“Mmm, if you say so. How was your weekend?”

“It was good! My family decided to get together for a big barbeque but otherwise I caught up on some TV shows.”

“Ooh, whatcha watching? Personally, I can’t get enough of Breaking Bad even though I’m so late to the game.”

“That’s a good one! And better late than never, honestly. I’m currently splitting time between watching all of the Star Treks and Squid Games. I skipped it during lockdown, so I’m playing catch up too.”

“Those are both great choices. But the real question, Picard or Kirk?”

“Don’t do that to me! They are both great Captains, and the show wouldn’t be the same without either of them.”

“Haha, staying neutral I see. Definitely a smart man.” She winked at him, and he felt his heart give a faint shudder.

“Do you-”

“Are you-”

They both chuckled, and Gerald motioned for her to go first while he ran a quick antivirus for good measure.

“I was going to ask, are you free tomorrow night? I need help setting up something called Rogu at my house and I’ll cook you dinner as a thank you.”

“You mean Roku? Yeah, I can help you.” He said, not sure if it was just an honest request for help or a date. He figured it was the former, not the latter, since he knew Kellie was a pretty avid hiker and probably was just a nice person rather than interested.

“Awesome, what were you going to ask?”

“Oh, uh, I was asking if you had anything to print.” He definitely was going to ask her on a proper date, but chickened out.

“Oh. Yeah. Let me see it.” She said, her voice a bit disappointed. She carefully took the laptop, quickly scrolling around the keyboard with deft fingers. “Where should I print?”

“Uh, there’s a printer I added, called Epson-of-a-gun.” He said, blushing a little as she threw her head back and laughed.

“How do you name printers? That’s great!”

“Ha, thanks. It’s pretty easy, I can fix that for you.” His printer whirred to life as she passed her laptop back. “Anything in particular?”

“Nope, surprise me.” He quickly typed the new name and passed it back.

“Here, print again. It’ll be the third one listed.”

“Hey, I think somethings wrong. It says ‘printer offline’?” She glanced up to see him laughing, one hand resting on his belly as he let out a booming laugh. She grinned, catching his joke. “Oh, that’s golden. I love it.”

“It also has the added benefit of reducing mis-printed items from other people.”

“The true benefit, honestly.” She glanced at the clock and sighed, “Guess I need to get back to work unless you can say my laptop crashed and I can go home?”

“Sorry, even I can’t pull that out of my wizard hat.”

“Shoot, maybe next Monday then?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Thanks, Gerald. I appreciate the help as always.” She waved at him as she walked away, Gerald watching her hips sway before glancing away - his momma raised him better after all.

It was a couple minutes later his printer whirred to life, spitting out a single sheet. He picked it up with a sigh, wondering who mis-printed this time, only to chuckle at the page.

Oops, forgot to give you the deets. You can’t escape my tech-illiteracy that easy!

Tomorrow, at 6PM? I’m the second house on Ruby Lane. Come hungry, it’s the only way I can pay you!

He quickly pulled up a notepad, typing his response:

Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of Rogu the Roku. And don’t you know? I’m always hungry for home-cooked meals.

He printed it to “Printer Offline”, before he could second guess himself. It’s not like she didn’t know he was fat.

His printer spat out another page:

Well, you’re in for a real treat. I come from a long line of chefs and bakers so I know my sheet. ;}

Oh, btw, Florence is headed in your direction with her wireless keyboard…

He shoved the paper under his keyboard just as Florence, the office matriarch, appeared in his doorway.

“Gerald, dear, my keyboard won’t work. I had to plug in a stick thing and now it won’t type.”

“Did you unplug the dongle?”

“The what?”

“I’ll come look. And I’ll change your batteries just in case.”

“Thank you, dear. I’m just an old dinosaur at this age.” He nodded and followed her, listening politely as she talked about her flower garden. As he passed Kellie’s office, he glanced at her to see her smiling at him.

Kellie watched him walk by, her eyes taking him in. While his momma taught him better, her’s did not.

—

Both quicker than he thought possible but also excruciatingly long, it was finally 5:50 PM Tuesday.

He pulled his SUV into her driveway, a modest single story house with a decent lawn. He stepped out of the Expedition, slowly walking up to her door. Before he could knock, it swung open to reveal a beaming Kellie.

“You came!”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Come in, come in. Feel free to kick your shoes off or leave them on.” He glanced at her to see her in socks, so he steadied himself on the wall and kicked off his sneakers. She had changed out of her business wear, and settled for jeans and an off-the-shoulder top. He was suddenly glad he had gone home to change too, opting for some jeans, a plain white t-shirt with suspenders and his favorite maroon button up that framed his belly a bit and helped him look more muscular.

“Thanks.”

“Well, here’s the evil TV. I got as far as plugging the Roku stick into the HDMI port three, powered up the player and did the preliminary set up … but I just got lost after that.” She smiled at him, her eyes dancing as he cocked his head at her.

“That’s awfully techie there, Kellie.”

“Is it? Maybe all my meetings with you are rubbing off. Anyway, care for a drink? I have sweet tea, coke, sprite or beer.”

“Ah, sure, tea sounds great.” He grabbed the remote and quickly found her wireless connection already setup, the only step left for her to log in. He looked at her again as she came out of the kitchen holding two glasses. “Looks like you just need to type in your account.”

“Oh, is that all? Silly me.” She took the remote and deftly typed in her info, her crooked smile wide. “You can sit down, really.”

“You really didn’t need me, huh?” He asked, sitting back into one end of the couch, angling his body slightly to look at her. He was a bit relieved to not hear any creaking, a common noise when he sat anywhere.

“Alright, you caught me. I’m actually not that bad with computers or Roku. You just make my Mondays and Tuesdays better. And I didn’t want to scare you off by coming on too strong, since I guess I do that sometimes.” She said, blushing a bit, as she crossed her legs so she could sit facing him, one section of the sofa separating them.

“Well, I really like my Mondays and Tuesdays too. And since you’re coming clean. I was going to ask you out earlier, but uh, you beat me to it. Even though I thought this was more innocent.”

“Really? Maybe I should’ve used two winking emojis yesterday. I thought I was being obvious!”

“Maybe you were, and maybe I’m a bit … surprised.” He admitted, pausing to take a drink from his glass.

“Why?”

“That a woman as pretty as you liked me.”

“Well, here I was worried a handsome man like you wouldn’t like me. Guess we’re both a bit silly.”

“Looks like it. So, do you actually need my help on Mondays?”

“A few times were genuine, at the start! But uh, yeah, after the fourth time, I just found shit to sabotage. You never suspected me?”

“No, I just thought you were hopeless! I just figured there was no way you were purposefully deleting program files to crash stuff or deleting network connections.”

“Damn, I missed my calling in Hollywood. Although, I’ll give you a hint for next week: I’m going to “delete” my chrome browser.” She beamed at him, and he just shook his head with a chuckle.

“Be careful you don’t delete your bookmarks and data. Do you know how to create an export file?”

“I do, don’t worry. But I imagine I’ll need at least ten minutes with you to fix it.”

“Maybe fifteen, you know, just to be sure.” He said, feeling brave enough to wink at her. She blushed and shifted a bit closer.

“So, other than coming to the rescue of damsels like me, what do you like to do?”

“Well, I’m into tabletop games, building dioramas, reading, repairing electronics as a side gig. You know, typical stuff for a fat guy. What about you?”

“Well, I’m really into hiking and outdoor photography, but I love playing video games. And tabletop games like Catan or Risk. I’m also trying to teach myself to sew.”

“Wow! That’s a pretty wide range of interests. Why are you trying to start sewing?”

“To make clothes, mostly. In case I can’t find what I want.” She shrugs nonchalantly, but Gerald got the feeling there was more to it than just that. But a ding from the kitchen interrupted anything else. “Oh, almost ready. How do you take your steak?”

“Medium rare is fine by me.”

“Perfect. If you’d said well-done, I’d kick you out.” She teased, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

“Fair enough.” He called, slowly getting up to follow her. “Well, damn. This is quite the kitchen.” He let out a slow whistle at the catering-size fridge, double ovens, full range and butcher block counters.

“Thanks! Even if I broke family tradition by not becoming a chef, I still love to cook.” She bent down to pull thick cut ribeyes from the broiler. She quickly tests both of them before turning off the oven. “Just need to let these rest for a minute, but I think everything else is ready. Take a seat at the table.”

“I can help carry stuff. I insist.”

“A gentleman.” She winked, turning and pulling baked potatoes and a platter of bacon wrapped asparagus from a warmed oven. “Here you go, be careful of the hot plates.”

“Yes ma’am.” He carefully carried the dishes to the table, noting she had set plates across from each other. She came behind him with a bowl of salad and a sliced loaf of rye bread, steak-house style.

“Do you like all the fixings on your potato?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty easy to please.”

“Music to my ears. Seriously, take a seat. I have just two more trips.” He nodded, selecting the chair across from the doorway. For the second time, he was surprised that the chair was not only sturdy, but quiet as he lowered his bulk down. The sweet relief washed over him like a wave and he actually relaxed fully into the chair.

Kellie breezed back into the room to drop off a bowl of toppings and two dishes of clarified herb butter before heading back to the kitchen. Glancing around, he noted several large prints of some scenic mountain ranges, assuming Kellie had taken them. There were a few other photos scattered, and he could easily spot Kellie in each one surrounded by people. Some showed her college graduation, others featured her with one or two friends. But the photo he was most interested in was of her and her family, all crowded around what must be her grandparents. What made that photo stand out was not just the size of her family, but the size of some of her family members.

Several of them looked to be as big as he was, if not bigger. Which made sense if the family was a long line of bakers and chefs. But it certainly explained her heavy duty furniture.

“That’s my family, mostly my dad’s side and all of us kids.” She said, startling Gerald. He turned to look back at her as she set down a plate with the ribeyes on it and a pitcher of tea. “We’re a rowdy bunch, so getting us all settled for a photo is a miracle.”

“That’s how my family is. I have four siblings and a whole bus load of cousins.”

“That's close to my family! I have three siblings, and nine cousins just on my dad’s side. My mom’s side is a lot smaller, with just my siblings, myself and two other cousins.”

“That’s still a decent sized family! Are both sides in the cooking profession?”

“Oddly enough, yes. My paternal side are mostly bakers, and my maternal side is a mix of chefs and nutritionists. I do have one cousin who was an art major, but now she works in graphic design for restaurants.”

“And then there’s you: a business woman.”

“Ha, yeah. The black sheep.” She takes the smaller ribeye for herself before passing the plate to him. They loaded up their plates and began to eat, the conversation flowing as easy as it usually did. They were laughing about work, comparing games and swapping college stories to the point that Gerald had easily eaten his food and took seconds without really thinking about it.

Kellie watched with a soft smile, admiring not just his appetite, but his wit too. He was effortlessly funny and her sides ached from laughing.

They stayed at the table well past dinner, with Kellie only pausing to fetch cherry pie and ice cream for them. He was sharing a story about being paid to recover files off someone's waterlogged laptop only to find the files were from a decades old collection of toilet photos.

"Oh my! Please say they were clean!" She laughed, tucking her leg under her.

"All clean! But they were from all over the country, from hotels to bars, normal white toilets and then weird kitschy ones. It was so bizarre."

"Well, that's better than what you could've found."

"No kidding." He said, his spoon scraping the last of the pie as she watched with a smile. "Oof, I think I overate."

"Music to a chef's ears, or at least a chef by hobby. Do you have time for a movie?"

"Of course." She stood up, waving away his help to carry the dishes. He stood up, swallowing a groan but holding his full belly. His shirt was tight along his stomach, and he desperately wanted to unbutton his pants but figured that was not a good look on a first date, especially after clearing out dinner and dessert. He settled onto the couch, his body relaxing into the sofa as she turned off a few lights and settled next to him on the couch.

“How do you feel about Spaceballs? It’s one of my favorite movies.” She asked, looking over at him as she stretched forward to grab the remote.

“Sure, it’s been forever since I’ve seen that! John Candy is such a legend, too.”

“Oh, most definitely.” She quickly navigated through the menus, making him chuckle as she quickly queued up the movie. Sitting back, she pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and covered them, her body now snug against his. “I always get the chills after eating, it is the worst.”

“Well, the good news is I always run hot.” He said, a bit bold, and gently laid his arm around her. By the way the corner of her mouth crooked up, and the way she curled more into him, it was the right move.

The movie passed with a lot of laughs, and they watched the entire credits to delay what came next.

“I forgot how great that movie is.”

“I have some fun trivia for you: Mel Brooks actually used Lucas Films for the post-production. And Lucas loved it so much, he sent Brooks a note saying he was afraid he was going to burst something from laughing so hard.”

“That’s really cool! Lucas definitely had a good sense of humor about it.” He laughed, and she grinned up at him. “This was probably the best night I had in a while, thank you Kellie.”

“It was great for me too, Gerald. I wish I would’ve feigned needing help sooner.” He laughed again, uncovering his legs and glancing at his phone. “Oof, I didn’t realize it was so late. Do you have to be in early tomorrow?”

“No, I was thinking about taking a remote day.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Did you know driving tired is like driving drunk?” She asked, glancing down to fold the blanket. She peeked at him through her lashes, and he was fighting a smile.

“Oh, really now?”

“Yeah, and it is really late. It would be more responsible if you stayed here. For safety, you know.”

“Mhm, is that right?”

“It is… and I have a tempurpedic king size bed.”

“But I didn’t bring any clothes. Hell, I didn’t even take my work bag out of my truck.”

“Well, I have toiletries you can use. And I have some sleep clothes you can wear- my brother leaves a bag here sometimes when he is passing through and needs a couch. He’s a, uh, big guy too.”

“You’re making a good sell.”

“And I promise, nothing is required to happen. Well, I may cling on to you like a koala in the middle of the night. It’s a bad habit.” She smiled, already sensing she had won him over.

“Alright, I’m sold. But I expect the koala treatment now, it’s part of the deal.”

“Oh, I’ll deliver.” She said, her voice dropping as she looked him over and Gerald felt himself blush. “I’ll go set out the clothes and some bathroom stuff.”

“Thanks, I just need to go grab my work stuff. I’m sure it’s a safe neighborhood-” He stammered, not wanting to offend her.

“But you can never be too safe. It’s all good, Gerald.” She waved him off, and headed to the hallway. He went out to his truck, taking a moment to breathe deeply - is this really happening? With Kellie? And him? - he even pinched himself to make sure he was awake. He walked back inside, setting his bag by his shoes. He tossed his keys in the bowl, getting a sense of deja vu, or maybe just the rightness of the action. Like this was home already.

Shaking those thoughts from his head, he followed the sounds of drawers and found her setting some clothes on the bed.

“I didn’t know if you were a sweatpants kinda guy, or shorts, so I have a selection for you.”

“Thanks. To be honest, I, uh, sleep in boxers. I usually run hot at night.”

“I mean… I won’t complain…” She teased, walking over to place a hand on his chest. She bit her lip, before patting him and walking away. “Take as long of a shower as you like - I have a great water heater. I’m going to go run the dishwasher and pre-make the coffee.”

“I can help you, you know.”

“I know, but I promise it’s not a lot of work.”

With her final assurance, he scooped up a tanktop and the shorts before heading into the ensuite. It was fairly spacious, which was a surprising verdict for him. A fluffy towel sat on the sink, as well as a new all-in-one traveling kit, with all the basics. Stripping down, he looked at himself in the mirror, feeling like a teenager again.

“She offered to sleep over, in her bed. She obviously likes you.” He quietly said, trying to build some self-confidence. All signs pointed to her liking him - as he was - and he was determined to not screw it up. Women like Kellie were one in a million.

Feeling bolstered, he made sure the fan was on and stepped into the shower. The curtain was on a curved rod, and it made the typically small space feel luxuriously large. He spent a few extra minutes under the hot water before stepping out and grabbing for the towel. He paused at the unfolded size, the simple thoughtfulness of an oversized towel making his head rush.

He gleefully wrapped the towel around his waist, having never expected that anyone besides an obese person to think of something like that. He continued to dry off before getting dressed in the borrowed pajamas and exiting the bathroom.

“Hey, Kellie? Where can I toss the towel?” He asked, padding into the living room to the kitchen.

“The laundry room is through the door to your left. Just chuck it in the washer.” She replied, drying her hands on a towel. “Good timing, by the way.”

“I try.” He joked, leaning into the laundry room to toss his towel. He turned to carry his old clothes to his bag but she stopped him.

“Just throw them into the washer too. I’ll hop into the shower real quick and then I can start a load, then all we have to do in the morning is dry them for you.”

“Oh, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all and I’ll be quick. Feel free to watch something or whatever. There’s stuff in the fridge if you want food or something to drink.” She tossed over her shoulder, her hands already under her shirt as she walked down the hallway. Gerald could only chuckle, before grabbing a water bottle and heading to the couch. Not bothering to turn on the TV, he settled for playing on his phone, which proved to be a good decision. Not even a full ten minutes later, Kellie emerged with damp hair and wearing a crop top and shorts set, tossing him a smile as she walked to the laundry room.

Gerald forgot his manners and drank her in, admiring the way she walked and the subtle sway of her hips. After several beeps, she emerged from the laundry room, flicking off the lights before stopping in front of him.

“Ready for bed?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. If you’re ready.” He said, stumbling over his words as he shuffled to his feet. He followed her to her bedroom, noticing the extra sway she was putting in her step, to the point when she suddenly spun around he was caught off guard. “Oh!”

“Listen, I want to be straight up. I’m not expecting anything, so I don’t want you to feel pressured. I’m perfectly fine just cuddling, or even sleeping with a pillow wall between us if that’s what you want. I don’t want you to feel indebted to me, or anything.” She rushed out in a solid breath, sucking in an inhale as he processed her word jumble.

“I appreciate that. And I don’t want you to feel pressured either. I’m just fine with cuddling.”

“Okay, cool. Cool. I think I made that more awkward than it should’ve been. I’m sorry. I’m just nervous, it’s been a while, and I like you, and-”

“I like you too Kellie. And don’t sweat it, it was good we got on the same page. I’m nervous too.” He laughed, reaching down to hug her. She melted into him with a happy sigh and let him walk her backwards into her room. He let go of her to let her crawl into the right side of the bed, before he climbed into the left side, barely registering that the frame didn’t groan under him.

They laid facing each other, both with neutral expressions before breaking out into matching grins.

“Come here. I promised koala treatment and by God you’re going to get koala treatment.” She held out her arms, grinning as he shuffled closer, his heart thumping. She motioned for him to spin around, which he did after a brief hesitation.

As soon as he settled, she slid her arms around him, throwing one leg over his hip. He let out a shuddering breath, and he could feel her release one of her own against his back.

“This okay?”

“Yeah, very.”

“Goodnight, Gerald.”

“Night, Kellie.” He responded, smiling at her slight squeeze around him.

Despite their respective nerves, they both fell asleep quickly. And it was probably the best night of unmedicated sleep each had had in a little while. Come the next morning, Gerald woke up on his back, with Kellie about 60% on top of him, with her head on top of his belly.

“Morning, sleepy head.” She said, her voice scratchy with sleep. She opened one eye to peer down at him from the perch of his belly.

“Uh, morning…” He said, a bit perplexed by her position. She slid off of him, sheepishly crawling up to him.

“Sorry, I sleep in weird positions. Probably should have warned you.”

“It’s all good. I imagine I’m pretty soft, at least.”

“Very. I hope you don’t mind that I’m a bit … hands on, and affectionate.”

“I’m … not. It’s something I’m not used to, but I can see myself enjoying it.”

“Good. Because I have a lot of love to give, and I want to give it to you. If you’d like.”

“I’d like that. We can take it slow, if need be. Since we work together. But I’d like to get to know you more.”

“It’s official then, we’re taking it slow.” She laughed, stretching forward to kiss his cheek. “I think I’ll go start some pancakes if you’re interested?”

“Sure, that sounds good.” He watched her bounce away to the kitchen, feeling the infectious giddiness that she was radiating. She quickly whipped up some pancakes and they ate while chatting about their upcoming week, laughing about coworkers. Gerald was pleasantly full by the time they moved to the living room to begin quietly working.

Soon they fell into an easy routine. They would trade staying over at each other’s houses, spending the evenings together after trading subvert glances all day.

For once in each of their lives, a relationship was easy. Too easy, really. Kellie didn’t seem to mind his size, rather she made it normal. Guiding the waiter to a table rather than a booth, easing him into her hobbies by going on easy hikes. Expanding his taste buds under the excuse it was easier to cook for two, even though the meal portions looked like they could feed a small family.

Gerald’s happy bubble burst one morning as he tried to pull on his work pants. He knew they had been growing smaller lately, but had allowed himself to believe it was a laundry issue. But now, standing in front of his mirror, he couldn’t deny it any longer. He had definitely gained weight, and a lot of it over these few months.

He had to get it under control before the best thing he had left him over it. He resolved himself to start a diet, and even managed to stick to it for a couple days until Friday, when he decided to stay at her place for the weekend.

Kellie was draped over Gerald as they laid on the couch, one of his arms around her keeping her steady on top of him. They were watching a show, although with the occasional napping, they really weren’t watching it.

A low growl emanated from his belly, startling Kellie from her sleep.

“Whoa there.” He catches her from sliding backwards, her grip on his belly tightening. “Sorry for startling you.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Want me to make you something? There’s still some leftovers.” They had eaten earlier, but Gerald had insisted he wasn’t very hungry so there was still a fair amount of lasagna left. Without really waiting for him to answer, she started the process of detangling herself when he shook his head and tugged on her arm.

“No, I’m good. Lay back down.”

“You’re hungry though.” She said, sitting up. He followed suit, swinging his legs off the couch. Her eyes glanced down, and he realized his shirt had ridden up in the move. Pulling it back down he looked back at her, her face a practiced neutral.

“I’m not gonna starve, it's okay.”

“No, it’s not. You skipped dinner, saying your lunch was big. But it really wasn’t that big. Are you feeling ok? Maybe you’re getting sick.”

“I’m not getting sick. I’m just … trying to tone it back.”

“Why?”

“Just, you know, to shed some weight.” He said, a gruffness entering his voice from the embarrassment creeping up.

“But why? You look fine the way you are.”

“Kellie, I appreciate it but … come on. I’ve gained even more weight since dating you. It’s getting a bit out of hand.” Her breathing hitched, just barely noticeable.

“That’s not a bad thing, you know. Everyone gains relationship weight.”

“I’m almost 430 pounds! That’s a lot! And I really don’t want you to leave me when it keeps going up.”

“Leave you? Why would I leave you?” She asked, moving closer to him, but he shrank back as much as his mass would let him. “Gerald, where’s this coming from?”

“I… it’s just … every girl I’ve ever dated leaves. They all got tired of dating a fat guy. And I’m scared I’m going to lose you too. So I’m trying to lose weight.”

“Gerald, I’m not going to leave you. Especially over your size. I- I like your size.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I do. And you getting bigger isn’t a bad thing, either.”

“Come on, you don’t need to try to make me feel better.”

“Hang on.” She got up and walked over to one of the bookcases, pulling out a photo album and coming back over to him. She sat next to him, purposefully curving into his side. She opens the first page, showing a much younger Kellie with a chubby guy. “This was my first boyfriend, we were seniors in high school. Went to college together where we both blossomed. He started working out and trimmed down, which was ok. But I realized that I missed the old Kenny. The new one was … self-centered. Mean. Getting fit had become his personality. That’s why I only have this photo, because this was the version I had loved.”

“All my friends couldn’t understand why I broke up with him, since now he was “attractive”. But in thinking back on the relationship, I had realized I preferred him to be bigger. I have always loved to cook, and I guess it's my love language, but he stopped finding it enjoyable when he was trimming down.”

She flipped the next page to a graduation photo of her and a group of similar aged people.

“Senior year of college. This guy,” she pointed to a guy about 250lbs next to her, “was my boyfriend that year and for two years later. He was a great guy, super friendly and kind. He also adored my cooking and it had really showed.” She flipped the page to show the same guy, only a hundred pounds bigger.

“I had figured out in college I liked chubby guys, and dated several I don’t have pictures of, but it was Tom who unlocked a deeper satisfaction. I liked guys who were bigger than just chubby, and more specifically, I liked helping them get bigger.”

“Because of your cooking.”

“Yeah. I saw it as proof I was as good of a chef as my family members. He was living proof that even if I wasn’t in the family biz, I could still hold my own. And maybe that’s a little selfish, but Tom? He loved it too. He’s the one who gave me proper terms for what I liked, as well as introducing me to others like us. Fat admirers, feeders, gainers.”

“Ah, chubby chasers.”

“Those too, but they’re small leagues. Unfortunately, Tom had to move back home and we both mutually decided we couldn’t do a long distance relationship. But with my newfound knowledge, I sought out guys who were fat and wanted more.” She flipped the page showing two photos with her and her family, but with a non-related guy next to her in each photo.

“Before I get into him, I want to point out my family. See how eighty percent of them are overweight or obese?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s a byproduct of the profession and genetics. As far as I know I’m the only one of the kids that is a fat admirer, but honestly? We never got together to hash out preferences and kinks. Now my moms side has an interesting genetic quirk. My maternal grandma was a slim lady, until she got into her fifties at least. A naturally fast metabolism, it turns out. That trait skipped my mom and aunt, who were always battling their weight. Myself, my brother and one of my cousins all inherited it. Otherwise I’d be chubby, or bigger. And I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

She paused to look up at him. “Seriously, if I could gain, I would. But I can’t, at least not right now. I’m actually lucky I’ve managed to get the curves I have. This was Amir. He was a cool guy and adored that my family would offer him discounts at their stores. Honestly, that may be the only reason he dated me. Well, that and he loved our size contrast.”

“I’m sure he loved you for more than that. You are pretty lovable.” She just laughed, turning the page to show some shots of her hiking trips and some trips with friends. He noted a lack of Amir, but decided to not ask. Her tone had a cord of pain and he figured there was a reason for it.

“I’m not sure. He was obsessed with his goals and he insisted I worked out while he stayed home. It got almost unhealthy, the way he’d critique both of us. That’s why I broke it off, I just couldn't stand the obsession. And that’s when I realized that while I like my boys big and I loved my role in it, I wasn’t a hard-core feeder like he wanted.”

“So my next boyfriend was a normie, he was just a fat guy who was neutral about his body. Kinda like you. And like you, he gained weight. I was happy, of course, but he wasn’t. I had thought about coming clean, but he came to me to ask for my help to lose weight. And I agreed, because why wouldn’t I? It’s his body. But losing weight is hard, and he’d always beg for me to cook treats for him. Which I did, but then he’d blame me for enabling him. Eventually he put the dots together of my past relationships, accused me of being a freak and left.” She flipped through more pages, showing shots of her and a guy at some tourist spots, although the photos started phasing him out with time.

“Wow, that’s a bit harsh.”

“Yeah, a lot of unkind things were said, by both of us. But after him, I just … quit dating. Until I got a new job and spied the sexiest I.T. guy.”

“Well, I’m not sure about that.”

“But now I have to wonder if I scared him off.” She looked at him again, her eyes glistening. “I really like you, Gerald. We get along great, I feel like I could talk to you for hours about anything. And I really like the way you look, and I’ll support you either way, but you don’t need to worry about outgrowing my love. I just don't want you to think I’m a freak.”

“You’re not a freak. I’ve had my fair share of experiencing people and their preferences. I’ve just… never been somebody’s preference before. I knew there were women out there who could love me despite my size or maybe even like it. And to be honest, I’ve never cared about my weight. Sure, I’d be down after each break up, but I like food way too much to diet. And in a way, being fat is a good buffer. I don’t have to put up with the bad apples of dating.”

“That’s a good point.”

“So if you’re okay with my size, then I’ll just relax. I’m not sure what a feeder is, or anything else you mentioned, but if you say you like fat guys then I believe you.”

“You’re taking this very well…”

“I mean, we’re both adults. I’m into my fair bit of kinky shit, so I can’t blame you for yours.”

“Oh? Here I thought you were vanilla. A good ol’ country boy who believed in no sex before marriage.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s been a couple months of dating, and you’ve never tried to get past second base. Or I feared you hated your body.”

“Truthfully, I was hoping to get you completely enamored before we got naked and I scared you off. I’m … a lot bigger than I seem.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She tossed the book on the couch and pivoted until she was pressed into the remaining portion of his lap. She started tugging on his shirt, before his stomach growled again.

“Uh, bad timing. Maybe I should take you up on dinner.”

“Actually… I have an idea. If you trust me, that is.”

“I do.”

“Good. Stay here.” She got up, walking away from him. Taking a minute to breathe, he shook his head at the way the evening had turned. It was a bit of a rollercoaster, and he was sure he’d have more questions in the morning, but he was mostly relieved. Relieved to finally talk about the elephant in the room; relieved to find out she didn’t even see a problem with his size; and relieved he didn’t have to try to diet. She came back out holding the warmed-up tray of lasagna and a silk scarf from her coat rack.

“Here, put this around your eyes.”

“Uh, okay?”

“Trust me, yeah?” He nodded, slowly bringing the smooth cloth to his eyes and tying it around his head. He was suddenly nervous, and on high alert at every noise she made. Jumping slightly, he felt her sink into the couch next to him, one hand carefully placed on his belly. “I want you to relax, focusing on just my touch and the feeling of eating.”

He felt a forkful of food brush his lips, and he carefully opened his mouth, taking the offered food. The lasagna was delicious, of course. At dinner, he had stuck to a salad and a few breadsticks, knowing once he had some of the Italian staple, his diet would be over before it had even started. The sauce was obviously homemade, with deep, robust flavors of freshly roasted tomatoes and garlic. The balance of sauce, pasta and cheese was perfect, the ingredients all complimenting each other instead of fighting for dominance.

He felt her hand begin to trace circles on his shirt covered skin, lazily switching rotation every few seconds. They got into a rhythm, him taking his time to eat and her timing the bites of food so as to not rush him. He squirmed when she pulled his shirt up, tucking the excess fabric under his moobs. He could only guess how he looked - belly spreading out on his lap and the fabric making his chest look bigger.

“Shh, shh. You look perfect, Ger. Just relax.” She started to lightly scrape his skin with her nails, staring at the top of his belly and working downwards, before moving back up. She got to his belly button, and his breathing hitched as she circled the cavern, her nails like electricity along the sensitive skin. She pressed another forkful of food to his mouth, before sliding her thumb inside his belly button, the other fingers curving down to his belly hang. Gripping as much as she could, she started lightly wobbling his belly. “Fuck, your belly moves like water. Built from years of pursuing pleasure. Undeniable proof of your ability to provide in excess. Proof you’re the best mate to take care of me.”

Her voice had dropped an octave, sending goosebumps along his skin at the raw desire in her words. He barely resisted her pulling his shirt over his head, although he couldn’t stop his hips bucking when a finger brushed over one of his nipples.

“Oh, fuck me.” He sighed, feeling her lick the other nipple.

“All in good time, don't worry.” She replied, pulling away to reach up and remove his blindfold. He blinked against the light, first noting how wide her pupils were and secondly, noting the empty tray of lasagna on the table. He groaned, feeling the weight of the food in his belly. “You did such a good job, eating all of that for me. You must’ve been starving. A big boy like you needs all the food he can get.”

She started rubbing circles along his sides, the relief immediate. He grabbed at her lower back, pulling her flush against him. He let his hand slide lower, cupping her round ass as she ground her hips into him.

“Maybe we should take this somewhere else.” She got up, staying in range of his hand. She pulled off her shirt, letting his eyes roam freely over her skin. She took a step backwards, unbuttoning her pants. With each step, she pulled them down further, all the while watching him slowly shift forward, trying to ease into standing with how full he was. He grunted as he stood up, one hand pushing into his belly to try to rub the same spot she had.

She turned, giving him a clear view of her ass as she led the way to her bedroom. He followed, feeling both drunk from the fullness and high from the blood rushing south. She directed him to lay down, letting him get situated before pouncing onto the bed next to him.

“You’re still a bit overdressed.” She tapped his thigh and he reached down to unbutton his jeans with another grunt. Or, tried to, at least. Between the angle of laying back and how little give he had around his belly, he was coming up short. She chuckled, her hands brushing his away. “Damn, you’re too cute like this. Hips up, big guy.”

She slid his jeans off, pausing to take his full body in. He blushed under her gaze, feeling a burning trail where her eyes landed.

“Your thighs are massive, and strong. Must’ve been a football player, right?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Oh, you just have that look of an ex-athlete.”

“I’ll have you know I was a fat athlete.”

“Mmm, even better. A true glutton.” She crawled up further, straddling his hips. He groaned as he felt her crotch rest against his. “Getting excited there, big guy?”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Can’t be me, I’m an angel.”

“Makes sense, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“Oh, you haven’t seen heaven yet.” She wrapped each hand around his love handles and began grinding her hips into his. His hands shot to her thighs, trying to pull her more flush against him. “So tell me about your kinks. What gets you off?”

“Ah, fuck, domination. Bondage. Whips.”

“Oh, you like to throw around your weight? Make me behave?”

“Or not. I like both.”

“Oh, oh. I see. You like to be told what to do, huh? This could be real fun.” She leaned over him, careful to keep the pressure off his belly. He groaned at the lack of contact, making her laugh. “Nope, I’m in control.”

“Don’t tease me too much.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your reward if you're a good boy.” She smiled, leaning forward to lick his neck. She gently bit his ear, shifting her body to one side of his belly to keep him comfortable. He used one hand to stroke her body, his fingers settling on the strap of her bra. “Alright, since you’ve behaved so far.”

Sitting back on her haunches, she holds one arm across her chest and deftly unclasped her bra with the other. Discarding the lingerie while still keeping her arm in place, she scooted away from his hands trying to pull at her.

With a growl and a quickness she wasn’t expecting, he lunged towards her. With one arm snatching her waist and pulling her down, he twisted them until he was over her. He kept himself up with one arm, his belly resting gently on her stomach.

“Oh my…” She let her hands fall from her chest and used them to rub the expanse of his middle while he gazed down at her. “I’m not terribly well-endowed-”

He broke off words with a kiss, pressing her into the bed. He pulled away and used his free hand to cup her chest.

“A perfect handful in my opinion.” He pinched and rolled her nipple, smiling as she pressed her head back and moaned. His arm was beginning to shake, so he rolled to her side. “Oof, guess those twenty pounds really makes the difference.”

“A great difference, in my opinion. That’s okay, this works too. She rolled closer to him, cupping his face before gently kissing him. She ran one hand down his chest and belly, dipping it lower. She grinned against his mouth as he gasped, her fingers wrapping around the prize. She felt his hand moving under her, so she lifted her body slightly, humming as he slid his hand into her underwear.

Soon enough they were both breathing heavily and she lifted her body over him to open the bedside table drawer. He helped as much as he could to pull his boxers down and she ripped the package with her teeth. Smiling at him, she slid the latex over him and finished taking off her clothes.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, just take your time. It’s been a while for me.”

“It has for me, too.” She used his belly for stability as she slowly slid over him, taking her time as she sank lower. Once seated, she groaned his name as her body adjusted around him. “You’re a lot thicker than other guys, not to mention those hidden inches.”

“You’re right, I’m definitely in heaven now. You’re so tight, I need a minute to breathe.” He closed his eyes, trying to think of anything to keep himself from ending the night early. Once ready, he grabbed her thighs, squeezing them to let her know he was good. She slowly raised up before sinking down, her breathing hitching as she focused on starting a rhythm.

“How do you feel about dirty talk? Teasing?” She panted, opening one eye to look at him.

“Go for it.”

“Look at you, laying back and letting me work for it. Stuffed and complacent while I- while I work hard. So spoiled from the look of you." She leaned forward, both of them groaning at the change of angle. She cupped his chest, minimking him earlier, with the exception his moob overflowed her hand. “Look at you, moobs bigger than my tits. Powerful thighs bigger than my waist.”

“Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“I want to make you even bigger. I want your belly to flow over your lap, hanging between your knees while you sit back. Make that double chin a triple.” She pauses talking, her rhythm picking up as she gets caught up in the fantasy. She grabs one on his hands, and moves it to his belly. “Grab yourself, feel how soft you are. Don’t you feel how crazy your size makes me right now?”

He did as instructed, letting her guide his hand around himself. Between her movements and words, he could feel himself reaching the climax as he groped his fat. He began to wobble his belly, using the heft to push against her each time she lowered herself.

“Hell yeah, use that belly of yours, fatty, since you can’t actually reach me.” He gasped, calling out her name. She felt him climax, and leaned back so she could properly bottom-out. He heard her cry out above him, feeling her spasm, before she collapsed next to him, her legs still twitching. “I can’t believe you were holding out on me for two months. That was amazing.”

“Right back at you.” He easily pulled her closer to him, wanting to feel her warm skin still. She laid her head on his chest, one leg swinging over his.

“Was the teasing okay? I can really let go at times, half the time I don't even know what I’m saying.”

“It was great, really. I’ve never had that before, but I kinda like it. The name calling is different when you do it.”

“It’s never from a bad place, trust me. If you don’t ever like a term, just tell me. I know sometimes certain names can hold a lifetime's worth of pain.”

“Thankfully, I was never really bullied. Being the biggest linebacker on the team really kept the idiots quiet. As an adult, my sheer size helps the comments be kept at bay.”

“I’m glad to hear it. People can be rough.”

“They can, but then there are some pretty amazing people that make up for it. Like you. I… I love you, Kellie. And that’s not the post sex endorphins, either.”

“I love you too, Gerald. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now, but I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“I’m here to stay. You’re stuck with me now, especially when you don't need me for tech help anymore.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down are you?” She laughed, gently head butting his forehead.

“Never.” He laughed, hugging her tighter against him. “Since I am no longer on a diet, what do you say about going out for breakfast in the morning?”

“I know of this great breakfast buffet…” She trailed off, peeking up at him through her lashes.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

_-_-_

Several years had passed since that night, and as their ten year anniversary approached, it was safe to say he was officially her feedee.

He had happily gone along with the first few weekend feeding sessions, to the point he started looking forward to them and requesting certain foods as they continued. Kellie was thrilled to have an eager and willing partner, and they found ways to involve their other kinks.

Like one night he had tied her up with beautiful shibari knots, and acted like he was a gluttonous robber who broke into her bakery so he could clean out her wares.

Another weekend, she had him take on the role of the sub, to the point he spent a good portion of the weekend on his knees in front of her, eating for her sheer pleasure.

He proposed to her on a quiet Wednesday night, knowing she wouldn’t like anything fancy or a big production. He had hid the ring box under his belly, knowing she would push her hand under there eventually for warmth, only this time she pulled out the velvet box with a confused look. Looking back, it was incredibly cheesy. But she had loved it, admitting she had been checking his pockets for a few weeks after they went window shopping at the jewelers.

The wedding had been perfect - their families and friends blended wonderfully and everyone was supportive. Of course, the food and cake was amazing - catered by some of her family as the wedding gift - and no one had batted an eye as he had his fill while she watched from the dance floor. The honeymoon had been a foodie’s wet dream - an extended stay in New Orleans.

They didn't focus on his exact weight too much, rather focusing on enjoying the journey. Although they had been thrilled when he passed the big 500, and had spent a weekend celebrating. Having kids, and generally life as a whole, had kept his weight below 550 but he was ready to cross that threshold.

“Alright, we are officially alone. My parents just pulled away with the kids for a long sleepover.” Kellie said, pulling him from his thoughts. She sat down next to him on the ever-shrinking couch, and hugged as much of him as she could.

“Mmm, we’ll have to thank them with a spa weekend.”

“Is it bad that the first thing I want to do is sleep?” She laughed, sighing as he quietly rumbled with laughter.

“I know how you feel. But there’s one problem.”

“Oh?”

“You’ve spent ten years making me absolutely ravenous, and I can’t stop now. Not when I know your famous five-layer cake is in the fridge and our favorite lasagna is almost finished.”

“Mmm, you’re right. No time to sleep. Not when my five-hundred-and-forty-six pound chubby hubby is starving. Can’t have you wasting away on me now.”

“Once I hit the big 5-5-0 the risk of me wasting away greatly diminishes. Look, you can feel my ribs.” He teased, grabbing her hand to press into his sides, making a point to frown dramatically. “Wait, try here… or here… they’re somewhere under all this fat.”

She broke out into laughter, her hand sinking into a plush layer of fat every time.

“You’re such a dork.”

“But I’m your dork.”

“That you are.” She cradled his face in both her hands, kissing him gently and pulling away as his hands began to pull on her hips. “Come on, let's go eat dinner before we take dessert to the bedroom.”

She stood, holding out her hands to him to help steady him as he slowly stood, although they both knew she mostly liked to watch the way his belly jiggled to a rest against his thighs. Who knew what the next ten years could bring? But she knew no matter what, she wanted it with him.

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