chapter 5

** Mistress Jade **

It has been a long week. The first week always is. Inflation presents a kind of vulnerability that the other methods of gaining do not. It forces my campers, and others experiencing it, to not only accept something as real that is not, but question the possibility that they might enjoy having a little something shoved up their ass as well.

As to the former …. while their bellies feel full and ready to burst, it is nothing more than air. For some, the idea and the feeling of being full is more than enough to satisfy them. They get off on it. For others, it can be strange or unsatisfying. Some poke at their air-filled bellies in confusion and amusement, while others simply don’t get it or immediately brush it off as not for them.

As to the latter … when it comes to males in particular, the backdoor breach can be a make or break point for them. For those that already enjoy such activities, it is easily accepted. For the majority, however, it is a new experience that forces them to reconcile their enjoyment of it with confusion over their masculinity and sexual orientation. Silly little piggies.

The current batch of campers has responded as expected. Four threw in the towel by the end of the first session, reducing the count to twenty. The backdoor breach was clearly to blame for each of those. The remaining campers are evenly giving off vibes of being into it or not, both as to the inflation itself and the sexual aspect.

Determining which scenario applies to who is my second favorite part of the process. The first being connecting food and eating with arousal and sex. That part won’t come until the second half of camp, but fortunately for me, the runner up will be keeping me more than entertained as the campers make their way through each of the methods of gaining.

In fact, it is doing so as we speak. The final group and session for the week is laid out before me. As usual, I make my way between the stations, clipboard in hand, observing and taking notes. My focus on several things, particularly their faces, bellies, and cocks. Each provides a story of how they are feeling about the experience.

Five campers remain in this group, and unlike the other groups, there is a vast amount of variation in their responses. It is rather intriguing, and most definitely entertaining …

MICHAEL: Eyes closed, and body relaxed overall. Appears peaceful, with little reaction to the increasing amount of air. Zero sexual reaction, but no issue with the tube. Accepts inflation, perhaps enjoys it. Potential match for a Feeder that does not require sex from his/her feedee.

SAM: Eyes open, focused on counselor or myself. Average sexual reaction present. Other behavior indicates uncomfortable. Facial expression and eyes say okay, but fidgeting and squeezing of bed with fingers as belly is inflates say otherwise. Clear approval seeking behavior and willingness to submit to activities uncomfortable with. Potential match for a Feeder requiring a submissive.

NOAH: Eyes open, focused on divider. Remaining still, accepting inflation. Very prominent sexual reaction but rosy cheeks (northern and southern) and diverted eyes indicate some discomfort with it. Not necessarily a fan of inflation, but definitely enjoys the feeling of being full. Potential match for a Feeder willing to take on a more nurturing than dominant role.

ALEX: Eyes closed, blissful expression, and relaxed body. Occasional girly giggles. Not just aroused, but dripping pre-cum. Could perhaps finish if pushed further. Potential match for Feeder requiring use of inflation.

MASON: Eyes squeezed shut, strained expression. Fingers squeezed tight on the bed to the point of being white. Confused sexual reaction, not hard but not soft. Frequent small shifts between each state indicates fighting reaction. Could go either way. Potential Feeder indications reserved.

Shaking my head, I direct the counselor beside me to release poor Mason. The look of relief on his face as the tube is pulled from his ass has me wanting to laugh. I refrain from doing so, but lose the battle when the air begins to release from it in small bursts as he hurriedly grabs his clothes and speed walks toward the door.

I pat Miles on the back and give him a smile that lets him know he did good before moving on. I pass by the remaining four stations and order the release of the other campers. Once they are all out of sight and everything has been cleaned up and stored away, I settle into my office and await my first therapy session for the week.

A tentative knock draws my eyes to the door. I’m happy to find it is not only the little piggie I’m most intrigued by, but my guinea pig as well. The memory of his face when I pulled him up in front of everyone and exposed his cock, combined with his complete lack of knowledge but high level of curiosity when it comes to Feederism, makes me smile to myself. This should be fun.

“Hello Paul. Please remove your clothes and place them in the basket, then have a seat,” I order, pointing in the direction of it. There’s a moment of hesitation, his eyes darting around the room, but then they settle on mine and he quickly does as asked, attempting to cover up as he stumbles to the couch. His behavior confirms one of my initial observations.

Not a submissive, but strong potential to be molded into one.

Once he has settled and looks as comfortable as someone who is clearly uncomfortable can be, I begin. “It’s been a long and interesting week for you, I’m sure. How are you feeling about your camp experience so far?” Hands still clutched tightly over his family jewels, he fidgets a bit, eyes once again darting around the room.

“It’s been okay. I’ve eaten … a lot. The exercise has been … intense. The inflation sessions were … ummm … interesting. And … I’ve connected pretty well with some of the others. We’re becoming friends and have been helping each other out,” he responds. His aversion to discussing himself and feederism directly is obvious.

Realizing going that route will get me nowhere, I shift to a more indirect one, discussing his new friends. “Yes, I have seen you together quite frequently. You seem very close. I’ve obviously been keeping an eye on them, as I have with you and all the other campers, but would love to hear your input. How do you feel they handled inflation,” I ask.

“All a bit different I guess,” he starts, but then hesitates. “It’s okay Paul, you can say whatever you like in this room, it stays between us,” I reassure him. After a deep breath, he begins again. “Gabe and Zander seem to enjoy it. They are both in really good shape, so I think the temporary change has been easier for them than all the eating has been.”

“That’s a very interesting observation. I do believe you are right about that,” I say, encouraging him to continue. “Mason is the complete opposite. Doesn’t get the point of it. Doesn’t like it. Seemed to think it was funny when the rest of us talked about whether it … you know … turned us on us or not. He said it didn’t do anything for him at all, not even a twitch.”

Tsk tsk tsk, not even a twitch huh, I think to myself, knowing full well there was more than a few twitches from that particular piggie. I’ll deal with him later though. “And did it … turn any of you on,” I urge. Paul fidgets a bit more, but pushes through. “Gabe and Zander definitely. Noah, yes, but he doesn’t seem to think it was from the inflation.” Agreed, it definitely was not.

“Jacob seemed into it but couldn’t tell why. He was really confused about the whole thing. Me too,” he finally confesses. Recognizing the need for some guidance, I give him a gentle push towards breaking it down. “Inflation can be very confusing for some. That is perfectly normal. There are different things, that can turn someone on about it.”

My words have the intended affect. He finally relaxes a bit, leaning forward, eager to hear what I have to say. He’s so distracted by his curiosity, that his hands shift from his cock, providing me exactly what I need to help him settle his confusion. Leaning forward as well, I push on, walking him through the possibilities while keeping an eye on his reaction, or lack thereof.

“For some it is the feeling of air filling their belly, the way it expands and stretches, painfully so at times.” No reaction. “For others, like Noah, it isn’t the inflation itself that turns them on. They get turned on by the full feeling, but confused about it because it’s not quite right. They aren’t truly full.” Again, no reaction.

“For most, it is merely the sensation of having the tube in their ass. The nerve endings and muscles in that area being teased, stretched, or both, can be a very pleasurable experience.” Bingo! Paul’s cock instantly springs to attention, causing his hands to fly back in front of it and an almost comical expression to pass over his face. Laughing a little, I continue.

“You would most definitely fall into that category Paul. There is nothing wrong with that. Getting turned on by anal play is not a bad thing. It is quite pleasurable for most, male or female. For males, it can make them question their sexuality, but I assure you liking it does not make you gay. It can indicate that, but it can also indicate that you are just a naughty little piggy.”

That last part, particularly it coming from my lips, has his cock jumping underneath his hands. It confirms what I already knew. “You are not gay Paul. We will work on allowing you to explore the idea of anal play when we move on into the second half of camp,” I inform him, smiling a little as his eyes go wide. “That will be all for your session today Paul, you may get dressed and go.”

He does so quickly and awkwardly, leaving me laughing and shaking my head once the door is closed. Fun indeed.