chapter 1

"Wow, Mark's really put on some pounds," Amber remarked.

"Oh yeah, every guy who fancies himself a feeder is really a feedee at heart," I replied confidently. "They just want some woman who will feed them until they can't move and then give them the best orgasm of their life."

"You must be really good," Amber giggled.

"I am," I murmured, feeling quite pleased with myself as I gazed at my boyfriend across the room.

I had met Mark on one of the feeder-centric online communities. He professed to be an accomplished feeder but I knew I'd have him literally eating out of my hand in a manner of days. I admired the way his newly expanded rear filled out his slacks, how the waistband cut into his softer middle, the way his nascent paunch spilled over his belt.

It was going fabulously.

I'm not sure why I always had such a preference for fattening up guys who considered themselves to be feeders. I guess it was because I liked to imagine them watching in surprise as everything they lusted after on the internet started happening to them. I knew they drooled over pictures and videos of girls stuffing themselves, outgrowing clothes, popping buttons, gorging and gaining and growing.

And then the look on their faces when they were on the receiving end! I loved watching them fidget with their clothes as they grew tight. I treasured their groans of defeat as they sat back after a gut-busting meal and unbuckled their belt for their swollen bellies to hang out. I enjoyed hauling them naked onto the scale, gloating aloud as the needle soared upward, pinching their love handles and slapping their flabby butts and grabbing their paunches.

Mmmm.

Now I was all worked up. Poor Mark was not going to get out of this party without a well-stuffed belly. For the next three hours I made sure he was constantly snacking and never lacking for a beer. By the time we were ready to leave he was looking quite bloated and a little glassy-eyed.

"So happy you guys could come over," Amber said as we were about to make our exit.

"We're glad too," I told her, one arm around Mark's waist and my other hand resting atop his distended gut.

Some time later at home, I took a moment to enjoy the sight. I straddled Mark on the bed, both of us naked. He was flat on his back, his fully engorged belly rising up proudly as a testament to my feeding prowess.

I smiled and bit my lip as I lowered myself onto him, this really was almost too easy.

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