A day in the life of a feeder

You are beautiful
I love to watch you eat. I start by sitting across from you, enjoying the pleasure you take in my cooking. Excited that the big meal I have prepared for you will help make your gorgeous belly even larger.

You tell me about your day as you eat, you are so good looking. Each time I get up to fill your plate I rub your shoulders and nibble gently on your neck. My large breasts, round and plump brush your back as I lean down to ask, whats next? Ravioli or Pasta carbonara? Both you say.

Delighted by your answer I let out a small shriek. Wanting you to eat as much pasta as you can before I cook you a big juicy steak. I know you might be full... I say, teasing while caressing your lovely belly, knowing that you are nowhere near full. After your steak do you think you might have room for my sausage, ricotta pie? In a determined voice you respond, Absolutely!

After eating your steak, I sit across from you again, enjoying watching you eat the pie, knowing that your belly is beginning to expand. After several more courses you are deliciously full, but no where near satiated. Smiling, because now it’s my favorite part of the meal. I tell you to lean back and close your eyes. Let me, I say.

I gently put the first of many morsels to your lips. You sigh and relax, feeling the deep satisfaction of a large full belly about to get even larger. I tenderly feed you delicious pork belly, buttery potatoes, foie gras on hot brioche, all of it goes easily into your large belly. Excitedly enjoying all the flavors and textures, loving that you do not have to do anything more than relax and swallow and swallow and swallow as I feed you.

Your full belly rounds out even further from the delicious pressure of being stuffed. I take a break to rub your belly. I just cant keep my hands off of you, lingering on the heavy full curve of the lowest part of your belly, convinced it’s spilling further over the chair than when we started.

I switch to giving you big spoonfuls of my sweet homemade custard, wonderfully creamy and rich. I know it will fill all the voids in your massively expanding belly. You eat and eat and eat, until your belly becomes big and tight. I let you rest for a bit as I rub your food swollen belly, massaging you gently so that you will be able to continue eating.

I resume feeding you, not stopping until you are magnificently swollen, and nearly ready to pop. I however, am not quite ready to stop. Confident that you can manage just a little bit more, I whisper in your ear. You are so beautifully fat, just a little bit more to help you become even bigger, that’s right, just a little more to stretch your belly. Ummm one more bite, just a little bit more. I rub your astonishingly swollen belly, coaxing it to accept just a little bit more, and then just a bit more.

Nearly delirious from the amount of food I have helped you consume, you regrettably must stop. I bring you a cool cloth to rest on your forehead as you relax, enjoying in the pleasure of such a tremendously engorged stomach. Lets do it again tomorrow I say, excited by the thought of how quickly your belly is going to swell as a result of our daily belly play hanging lower and lower each day reaching toward the floor.