interview with a feeder

Chapter 1

Interview with a Feeder

By: Lizzy

I had never really considered myself a BBW – this is until I started to edge my way firmly out of the misses department size 16 to a softer, rounder woman’s department size 16 and then moving on to where some 16Ws were just not roomy enough. I just had to look in the mirror to view the belly that never used to be there and my thicker thighs that now rubbed together when I walked.

My weight had gone up and down so many times over the last twenty years:

140…117…132…137…145…149… 182…176…177…173…145…128…136.

An d then the upward swing over the next five to six years:

145…155...160…186…197…202… 211.

I did indeed fill out over the past ten years or so.

I shrugged and went over to my bed to lock my suitcase. I had tremendous plans for this Memorial Day Weekend. I had always been fascinated with feederism since college. Perhaps it was because my own experiences in that area – my up and down battle or my passion for food. I read stories, chatted for hours with feeders, feedees, gainers, and encouragers, and actively participated in discussion groups about it all. But, I wanted more. I because curious – I had to know what it would feel like to be well-fed. I wanted a feeder, so began my quest.

My search began online through personal ads and talking with men in chat rooms. The offers poured in. I was about how many were actually willing to meet. I wadded through multiple profiles, pics, and conversations I had shared with them and narrowed my list down to five possibilities: Nickolas, Bryan, Jahn, Dan, and Luke. All were different sizes, in different professions, but they were all very willing to help me fatten up – and they all lived in or near New York City.

The perfect opportunity to interview some potential feeders or at least have some really good meals with people who shared my passion was this Memorial Day Weekend. I was scheduled to go to a conference in Manhattan on Wednesday, so I extended my stay a few more days. My friend, Sandy and her husband Bob, who lived just outside of Manhattan, were having a barbecue on Monday. I figured I would be at the conference Tuesday and Wednesday, and I would meet with the feeders on Friday, with the exception of Jahn who I would meet for drinks right after the conference. I could decide which one I liked and then get together with them on Saturday and Sunday or just catch up on some shopping. Sandy and Bob would be on Monday and then it was home. I was so excited. Before I went to sleep, I emailed all the men firming up plans and then went to bed.
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Rufatyet2 1 year
Awesome! So hot 🔥🔥🔥
I was delirious before John finished 😉
Lizzyny 16 years
Thanks, everyone. I am currently at work on a new story - on the same line as this one, but different characters.

And, Luv2pigout, some research would be a lot of fun and very telling on the waistline. smiley
Lizzyny 16 years
Glad you like it, Juicy. But, I think I may stick to some shorter stories. This took such a long time to write. LOL But, I'll have to see what kind of inspiration I find.smiley
Juicy 16 years
Wow, great story. Beautifully long, and so smart and sexy.
Lizzyny 16 years
Thanks, you two. smiley
Built4com4t 16 years
absolutely the best yet...brilliantly erotic
Fatlilboy 16 years
Liz, you are so amazing! I love your writing. I could read your stuff all day and all night....that is if I could sleep all night after reading your terrific tales. Please continue the other wonderful writings you so eloquently describe. Your stories are a world of joy for me and I'm certain other readers.