Chapter 8

Periodically, Nickolas would push the table into my belly to get me to eat faster – sort of like kicking spurs into a bloated horse. And, I felt like a bloated horse. My sides blew out as I pumped myself bigger and bigger with food…my belly aching. When I finished, he pulled away the table violently, nearly yanking me to my feet. Tears rolled down my face as he pulled out the tape again to measure me.

“You went from 44 inches around to…”he began, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “…only 51 inches – with how many pounds of food you ingested you should of expanded at least nine inches. You just don’t seem to have the endurance. You’ve failed the test. I couldn’t possibly take you on. You can leave now.”

My mouth gapped open. Nickolas stuck a roll in it. “Eat it and waddle your way out of here,” he said harshly, pointing to the way we had come in.

I spit out the roll. “You’re crazy, you know that! Role-play is one thing, but you’re nuts,” I cried. “You have no idea what a feeder does.”

“Hey, Chubby, I’ve fattened up plenty of women,” he answered angrily, poking my immensely inflated belly. “I grew them out huge, bigger than their wildest dreams. And you don’t have the stamina, so I’m not wasting my time with a light weight. Go put on about a hundred pounds and come back. Maybe we’ll see if you can hold up under the pressure.”

I hobbled out as quickly as I could in my delicate condition. Of course there were no cabs to be found. So, I attempted to walk slowly back to the hotel. Before I got a block, I had to stop to catch my breath. I had to admit that I was so engorged that I could barely move. I wouldn’t be able to walk back to the hotel. I had to find a place to stay and wait this out. The movie theater was only a block away. I bought a ticket and sat down in an empty theater.

Just as I feel into my seat, a man appeared before me.

“What the hell happened? I followed you in here, but I had no idea…my god, you’re huge,” the man cried.

“Bryan? Bryan, why are you here?” I gasped.

“I’m sorry, Liz, I didn’t get there in time to stop all of this,” Brian said, apologetically.

My voice was raspy. “What…what are you talking about?”

Bryan admitted to me that he’d been following me all day. He wanted to see his competition as well as just intrigued to see if I was a fake or truly wanted to do this.

“I’m not usually a stalker. But after watching you across the street at that restaurant at lunch – I was hooked. You really did justice to your meal. You managed to stuff so much into your belly. I couldn’t resist the temptation of continuing to follow. It was quite thrilling,” Bryan explained.

I just groaned and shifted in my seat.

“Now, I’m not being perverted or anything. I’m going to expose your belly,” he said, carefully pushing up my shirt and teaching behind me to unzip my skirt.

I shivered when I felt a cool breeze across my bare skin. He sat next to me and began to lightly massage my severely bloated middle.

“Ouch…ooooh…ooooo.” I exclaimed.

“Sorry, I know it hurts. I will go gently. You’ll feel better as soon as start digesting some of that. Until then, I’ll try to realize some of your pressure. When I’m doing this, if you need to burp or fart, let it out,” Bryan instructed. “Don’t hold it in. There should be some pockets of gas in there; you’ll just be in more pain if you don’t release everything.”

I relaxed a little as he continued his ministrations to the solid mound of flesh my belly had become. I didn’t do what he told me initially. I tried to hold in my gas. But the strain and the feeling of being blown up bigger made me give in – or should I say let it all out. Bryan simply smiled and said he must be doing a good job.

“You know,” Bryan began. “I never would have believed you’d get so extraordinarily enormous and so quickly. I still can’t quite believe my eyes. If I’m making you uncomfortable speaking to you like this, just tell me and I’ll stop. I just think you look so unbelievably lovely.”

“No, keep talking. It helps. I feel…” I began.



“Turned on?” he asked.

“Well, yes. I am,” I admitted.

“If we decide to get to know each other better, I’ll actually show you what a really feeder boyfriend can do for his feedee girlfriend…but for now,” he whispered. “I’ll just have to tell you how luscious your full belly is and how I’d cover it with kisses, hugging you close to my chest…”

His voice kept me helplessly in his power, feeling the heat rising within me.

“…you’d shiver as I anointed you with cream…lapping it up…nourishing myself…I’d make a table from your naked body…nibbling, licking, eating all the amazing food you would offer, growing fat from you, my belly bloating and filling out to match yours…” he continued, speaking softly, his fingertips brushing my sides.

I could barely help myself as I felt my hips move in and out slowly, my excitement mounting with each passing syllable.

“…I rub my bloated belly against yours as we both moaned in pleasure…” he murmured.

Seeing my agitation, he said, “Then I’d go down on you, my belly aching, brushing the floor as you hips moved faster and faster…”

“Oh, Bryan…I wish you would now…I’m so ready,” I told him.

“I’d be taking advantage – I couldn’t do that…besides I want to act out my fantasy with you when you could really enjoy yourself. You’re too engorged right now, I’d hurt you. Although it would be really kinky, this isn’t a private place and someone could walk in. I want to be alone with you,” he replied.

Bryan held me close then continued to work me over until I was soft and pliable…two hours later. When the movie was over and we left the theater, he walked me to my hotel room, kissing me deeply.

“I want to play out your fantasy, Bryan,” I told him. “I want you to be my feeder, my boyfriend.”

“We will. Right now I want you to get some rest,” Bryan replied.

I still had a horrible stomach ache. Bryan brought me inside and helped me lay down where I fell into a deep sleep.