On a surprising busy Friday at work, I found some rare time at the fridge with my colleague and I said I was getting my car washed at my local shopping centre and he was free to come along and kill some time. He in a heartbeat counted himself him and we met up early in the next morning before the centre became busy.
He was a former BMX rider before some serious injuries kept him away. He is more than recovered but is more cautious than his high energy adrenaline self these days. He has softened up quite a bit since injury and has a very slight belly going, but is still in reasonably slim shape.
We spent some time in the arcade and blew our quads while playing bowling, and I said we should go to get some breakfast. Despite some reluctance, he agreed and I picked the Pancake Parlour, known for its rich and gorgeous meals, and of course pancakes, at a premium price.
I enticed him with a couple of thick and creamy swiss mountain malts and his jaw dropped when he saw blue heaven flavour on the menu. He would get order a pint of that, and a couple of pancakes with strawberries. I would get a country breakfast (pancakes, fried eggs, hash browns and garlic mushrooms) and a cookies and cream swiss mountain malt. Yeah I was eating more, but I was more fixated on eating breakfast and I would easily be able to eat more than him, especially that I am a lot bigger than him, despite recently losing quite a bit of weight.
The meal went as well as it could have, everything was delicious and we were stuffed like thanksgiving turkeys. It wasn’t all rosy, my colleague struggled throughout and kept encouraging him to finish his food. His stomach was gurgling loud enough for me to hear in public, and he would repeatedly moan with every ache of fullness.
After eating, he goes to ask why we keep eating out, and stuffing our gills until we almost feel sick. He would gently poke his swollen tummy, with his tightened shirt accentuating his fatness, and jokingly says I am trying to fatten him up and wondered what’s the deal. Without revealing my intentions (I have none), I replied saying maybe I am just trying to fulfil my fantasies and post something here on FF. (He has no idea about this place)
As a result, I brought up the topic of fat fetishism and he wasn’t irked at all, although I don’t think anything was seriously taken from this.
At the end of the meal, he decided to make the meal his shout, and pays the entire $60 breakfast! And that got me thinking!
I just fattened him up, and got him to pay for it! Haha! (I was stressing him to let me pay my share, as my portion was much more expensive)
I suddenly realise, this is the first time I truly felt like a feeder and I definitely fulfilled many of my fat fantasies, though it was largely unplanned!
I don’t know if I should do anything further? I am contemplating, morally I shouldn’t but I cannot help but do a few things considered a little naughty in this space!
He was a former BMX rider before some serious injuries kept him away. He is more than recovered but is more cautious than his high energy adrenaline self these days. He has softened up quite a bit since injury and has a very slight belly going, but is still in reasonably slim shape.
We spent some time in the arcade and blew our quads while playing bowling, and I said we should go to get some breakfast. Despite some reluctance, he agreed and I picked the Pancake Parlour, known for its rich and gorgeous meals, and of course pancakes, at a premium price.
I enticed him with a couple of thick and creamy swiss mountain malts and his jaw dropped when he saw blue heaven flavour on the menu. He would get order a pint of that, and a couple of pancakes with strawberries. I would get a country breakfast (pancakes, fried eggs, hash browns and garlic mushrooms) and a cookies and cream swiss mountain malt. Yeah I was eating more, but I was more fixated on eating breakfast and I would easily be able to eat more than him, especially that I am a lot bigger than him, despite recently losing quite a bit of weight.
The meal went as well as it could have, everything was delicious and we were stuffed like thanksgiving turkeys. It wasn’t all rosy, my colleague struggled throughout and kept encouraging him to finish his food. His stomach was gurgling loud enough for me to hear in public, and he would repeatedly moan with every ache of fullness.
After eating, he goes to ask why we keep eating out, and stuffing our gills until we almost feel sick. He would gently poke his swollen tummy, with his tightened shirt accentuating his fatness, and jokingly says I am trying to fatten him up and wondered what’s the deal. Without revealing my intentions (I have none), I replied saying maybe I am just trying to fulfil my fantasies and post something here on FF. (He has no idea about this place)
As a result, I brought up the topic of fat fetishism and he wasn’t irked at all, although I don’t think anything was seriously taken from this.
At the end of the meal, he decided to make the meal his shout, and pays the entire $60 breakfast! And that got me thinking!
I just fattened him up, and got him to pay for it! Haha! (I was stressing him to let me pay my share, as my portion was much more expensive)
I suddenly realise, this is the first time I truly felt like a feeder and I definitely fulfilled many of my fat fantasies, though it was largely unplanned!
I don’t know if I should do anything further? I am contemplating, morally I shouldn’t but I cannot help but do a few things considered a little naughty in this space!
5 years