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Sage and Tommy

My friend Jad commissioned me a while ago and despite me dicking around, I managed to finish it. Warning: this story contains weight gain. If you don't like it, don't read.

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Sage tried to appear calm as she opened the door. She had been planning this dinner for months. Everything was cooked and baked, all she needed was her guest. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she exhaled and gave herself a thumbs up. This wasn’t going to fail, she got this! She plastered on a sweet, sunny smile as she saw Thomas standing before her.

“Hi, Tommy!” She said. “Did you have a hard time finding the place?”

“No, not really,” Thomas said, entering the apartment. “Is your roommate around?”

“Nope, she’s visiting family,” Sage continued to grin. “It’s just us.”

It wasn’t a total lie. Sage’s roommate was visiting her family; she just neglected to mention she had bought her roommate’s ticket and promised to pay the entire rent for two weeks. Her roommate thankfully didn’t question her. Sage had been planning this meal for weeks. It had taken her hours to find the perfect food for this day, trying out recipes and getting feedback. Tommy was under the impression that other people would be joining but he was so wrong.

Sage followed after Tommy as they headed into the kitchen. His eyes went wide when he saw the scrumptious feast before him. The table was covered with plates of food and the smell was overwhelming. Sage’s ego got a boost as he whistled.

“Wow Sage, you outdid yourself,” He said. “You made all of this?”

“It was nothing!” Sage giggled.

That was a lie but she wanted to appear modest. It was hard; Tommy’s compliments drove her mad. Still, she smiled as normally as she could so as not to give away her true intentions. She felt a bit bad for lying to him but there was no way she could just ask him over. Why would the amazing and brilliant Tommy want to be alone with her? Lying was the only way to get him to come to her apartment. It was just a tiny, little white lie; her soul would be fine.

“So, what would you like to start with? I made some pork chops, grilled steak and grilled shrimps,” Sage pulled the chair out for him. “There are some mashed potatoes and macaroni as a side. Take your pick!”

“God, not only does everyone smell good, it looks amazing too,” Tommy sat down. “I think I’ll try one of these pork chops.”

Sage bit her lip trying to smother a happy squeal. She watched as Tommy picked up his knife and cut into the meat. He took a bite.

“Whoa,” He said, chewing. “Sage, this tastes amazing. The meat is super tender too.”

Sage was vibrating with joy; she couldn't believe this was happening. How could she maintain her composure when her dream was coming true? She dug her fingers into her palms as she watched Tom eat her food. His moans of appreciation were soft but they were loud enough for Sage. Still, she kept silent and kept watching as Tommy ate. This plan had to go on without a hitch and she didn’t want Tommy to get suspicious. Thankfully, he was too engrossed in eating. He grabbed another pork chop and started eating it. He spooned some mashed potatoes and macaroni onto his plate.

As he ate, Sage reached into her pocket and pulled out a golden pocket watch. She moved to the other side of the table and sat down, watching him eat. Tommy dipped the chop into the potatoes and took a bite, his soft moans music to her ears.

“Man, this is good,” He said. “I hope I can try everything. I’m getting a bit full.”

“Oh really?” Sage grinned.

She held up the pocket watch and started to swing it. Tommy stared at her but then looked at the pocket watch. Sage’s grin grew as Tommy’s gaze became locked on the watch. His pupils followed the movement of the watch.

“You’re still hungry,” Sage said. “You want to keep eating. You’ll be out of your trance when I snap my fingers.”

Sage pocketed the watch and then snapped her fingers. Once she did, Tommy’s stomach growled. He looked embarrassed, blushing a bit.

“I guess I’m hungrier than I thought,” He said sheepishly. “Is it okay if I have another pork chop?”

“Of course!” Sage smiled sweetly. “Go ahead, you don’t need to ask.”

So he took another and started eating again. Slowly, the pork chops disappeared and the mashed potatoes were soon gone. Tommy leaned back, rubbing his stomach slightly. Sage peeked over and noticed his belly was slightly distended.

“Weird,” Tommy said. “I’m still hungry. Is that weird? I might eat a bit more, is that okay?”

“Again, you don’t have to ask,” Sage continued to smile.

“Thanks,” Tommy said. “I think I’ll try one of those steaks.”

Tommy speared a steak with his fork and put it on his plate. While he cut into it, Sage got up and went back to her kitchen. She had planned in case the sides were finished before the main meal was over. She opened up the oven and took out the fries that had been cooking. She transferred them to the plate, humming as she did so. When she returned, Tommy had finished his first steak. He was rubbing his stomach, eying the steaks.

“I really shouldn’t,” He said. “Maybe I’ll just have one.”

Tommy licked his lips as he brought another steak to his plate. Sage merely watched, stifling her excitement. She couldn’t believe how well this was working. Her guilt felt non-existent as she watched Thomas bite into his second steak. The juice dribbled down his chin as he chewed.

“Want anything to drink?” She asked. “I have some soda.”

“Oh, yeah,” Thomas said. “A drink would be great, thank you.”

Sage grinned as she went to the fridge; she pulled out a chilled mug and then grabbed a bottle of rootbeer. She popped off the cap and poured the frothy, brown liquid into the mug. She returned to find Thomas wiping his chin free of juice after finishing his third steak. He happily took the mug and took a long swig of the rootbeer.

“Man, that tastes good,” Thomas said. “Hey, is it okay if I undo my belt? It feels a bit tight.”

“Of course,” Sage said.

Sage watched as Thomas undid his belt and let his stomach free. Already, it was round and full. Sage wasn’t sure if Thomas had noticed his new growth but she wasn’t going to point it out; at least, not yet. She was going to wait. For now, Thomas needed a bit more encouragement. She took the watch out again and dropped it in front of Thomas’ face, swaying it side to side.

“Keep eating,” She said. “You’re still hungry. You want to keep eating.”

She pulled the watch away and snapped her fingers. Thomas blinked as he snapped out of his trance. Then, his stomach growled loudly. He blushed, making him redder than a cherry.

“I’m normally not this hungry,” He said with a sheepish smile. “This is a bit embarrassing.”

“It’s not, really!” Sage said. “I’m honored you like my food.”

“I mean it’s good. It’s some of the best food I’ve ever tasted,” Thomas admitted. “Maybe I can have a bit more.”

Sage watched as Thomas continued eating and one by one, the steaks disappeared. He sighed, leaning back as his stomach gurgled. It had grown considerably and his shirt could no longer hide it. Thomas rubbed it, trying to soothe it. It was trying to digest all the food he had eaten and it sounded angry.

“Jeez, I didn’t mean to eat this much,” Thomas admitted. “Although-----I’m still a bit peckish.”

“There are still shrimps left over,” Sage pointed to them.

Thomas glanced over at the plate of shrimp and grabbed it. Sage watched him as he fed himself, enjoying herself immensely. Watching someone eat her food was such a turn-on. All her life, she had loved making food but she loved watching people eat it more.

“Well, lucky for you, there is dessert!”

Thomas perked up at this and his stomach even growled.

“Oh man,” Thomas rubbed his gut. “What kind of dessert?”

“Pie. I went a bit overboard and I made four,” Sage shrugged. “Silly me. Do you prefer cherry, blueberry, peach or key lime?”

Sage could see Thomas debating with himself. His stomach continued its angry tirade but he looked over at the kitchen, licking his lips. He looked at Sage, a weak smile on his face.

“Maybe I could try a slice of all four?” He asked hopefully.

Sage had to try not to grin like an evil villain. She merely nodded. God, she felt like she was probably going to end up in hell but she didn’t care. Her dream was becoming a reality. This was all she had ever wanted! Watching Thomas indulge was such a turn-on. People who weren’t feeders just didn’t understand; watching someone devour the food you made for them was sexy.

Continuing her friendly facade, Sage cut four slices of pie. They were big but she made them all fit on one plate. Thomas stared at the plate like it was the Hope Diamond. He reached for the plate and snatched it away once it was within reach. He grabbed a piece of pie and shoveled it into his mouth, nearly devouring it in one gulp. Thomas licked his fingers, savoring the fruity flavor.

“Fuck, that tasted so damn good,” He said. “I want more.”

Sage just motioned to the plate before him. Thomas grabbed another slice and repeated the same action. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he continued to stuff his maw. When he finished off the last two pieces, he looked at Sage with desperation in his eyes.

“More, please,” He begged. “I need more.”

“Sure thing sweetie,” Sage cooed, caressing his face. “How can I say no to such a face?”

Sage patted his head before going back to get more pie. She cut more slices and when she brought them to Thomas, he almost started drooling. She giggled as she placed the plate in front of him. Thomas snatched the slices up and devoured them. Crumbs and filling covered his face as he sloppily ate.

“So good,” He groaned. “God, food has never tasted this good before. There is more right? The pie I mean.”

“Yep! And it’s all for you,” Sage said.

She stood up and walked over to Thomas. His stomach was revealed; his shirt couldn’t contain it. It was pudgy and soft, just how she liked it. Her weird grin appeared again as she reached over and rubbed Thomas’ gut. Thomas blushed a bit but Sage kept going, moving her fingers around in little circles. His belly gurgled as it digested the food. Sighing happily, Sage grabbed a handful of his stomach.

“It’s perfect,” She said. “Well, almost. I know you can get bigger.”

“Bigger?” Thomas asked.

“Want more pie?” She asked sweetly.

He nodded and she got him four more slices. Sage smiled dreamily as Thomas snatched the plate from her hands. His greed was growing with each passing minute. A normal person would have felt guilty but she couldn't. Thomas was going to be adorable all pudgy. Besides, he wasn’t in any pain. She may have been a weirdo but she wasn’t some monster. As he munched on his pie, she went back to playing with his belly.

“God, you are going to be so adorable!” She cooed. “Just picture it! You’re going to have a nice gut, a big booty and it’s all going to be mine!”

“There is more pie right?” Thomas asked, apparently not hearing her.

“Of course Thomas,” Sage leaned against him, hugging him. “Is there anything else you want?”

Thomas thought for a second, pausing between a slice of peach pie.

“Cupcakes?” He asked.

“What kind of cupcakes do you want, baby?” Sage asked, squeezing his belly.

“Red velvet? The ones with cream cheese icing?” He suggested. “You know, the ones you made for Lita’s birthday that one time? They were so good.”

“Whatever Thomas wants, he gets,” Sage said. “Anything else?”

“Um--oh that cherry cheesecake you made for New Year’s?”

“Alright baby,” Sage patted Thomas’ head. “Enjoy your pie and I’ll get to baking.”

Sage whistled a merry tune as she ran to the kitchen. She continued her ditty as she started grabbing the ingredients she needed for cupcakes and cheesecake. Baking came naturally to her; it was like breathing for her. She started whistling as she cracked some eggs and measured her dry ingredients. It took a while for the cheesecake to bake but once it did, Sage took it out and waited for it to cool. Once it did, she put the cherries on top. Then, she mixed up the cupcakes and poured them into the pan. After they backed, she cooled them and put on the cream cheese icing. With both treats finished, Sage brought them to Thomas.

“Cheesecake and cupcakes are ready!” Sage sang.

“Oh thank god, I’m so hungry,” Thomas whined. “I haven’t eaten at all today.”

That was a lie but Sage wasn’t going to call him out on that. She placed the cheesecake in front of Thomas and he wasted no time digging in. She put the cupcakes to the side so he could eat them when he was ready. While he ate, Sage went back to rubbing and squeezing his belly. Thomas glanced at her but said nothing as he ate. She could tell he was enjoying this; his cheeks were pink. God, he was adorable.

“Um, Sage? This might be weird but can you maybe---undo my pants’ button?” He asked. “My pants feel tight.”

“Go ahead Thomas,” Sage said, squeezing his gut. “Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

Thomas leaned back in the chair and undid his belt. He sighed with relief. Sage giggled, wrapping her arms around his belly. Thomas moaned as she squeezed his stomach.

“That feels good,” He said, blushing more. “Could you---rub my belly? It felt nice when you did it earlier.”

Sage squealed. She pulled Thomas out of his chair and brought him to her couch. She pushed him onto the couch and she dropped to her knees. Thomas’ face got redder as she started rubbing and kissing his stomach. Sage couldn’t stand how adorable he was, all blushy and squirmy. This was the best night of her life!

“God, you’re perfect now,” She said. “I’m going to keep you nice and fat. You’re my little piggy.”

“Can--can I have waffles for breakfast?” He asked. “And bacon? Maybe some eggs too?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Whatever you want, I’ll make it for you,” Sage said, looking up at him. “I feed you, I worship you. Sound like a deal?”

“You wanna worship me?” Thomas said. “I mean, if you want.”

“Yep, that’s what I want,” Sage kissed his belly again. “Now, it’s time for me to play with this perfect belly of yours.”

#weight gain #female on male

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