A Feeder, Her Lover, and Yoni

Chapter 1

She had been seeing him for a couple of months now, and the passion between them had turned into something powerful and consuming. It was unlike anything she had experienced previously. She observed him closely: he seemed a little embarrassed by his girth outwardly, but here and there she would catch him looking at himself in the mirror when he thought she was asleep, and he would be playing with his soft belly with a smile. He just seemed to be unwilling to admit it to her face, and the time was never quite right for starting the conversation until one day when she was bored and at his apartment, and looking through his old pictures. They were from four or five years ago, and he was posing with his pet snake, named Yoni, who he'd had for years and took good care of; she was sitting in her tank in his bedroom (which had taken her some getting used to for the nights she'd spent there).
He looked like a very average size in the photo. She had to chuckle and point them out to him. "Is this you?" she teased. He saw what she was pointing at and then looked away as if he were bashful about it, but there was that mischievous smile again while he fidgeted with something. "You look so . . . . so . . . normal, here," she said, which got a sharp "hey!" out of him. She got up from the computer screen the pictures were on and came over to the couch next to him, giving his belly a single light poke. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to embarrass you or anything, but . . . I mean, I can't help but wonder, what happened?"
He seemed to be searching for how to put it. "I just . . . I like eating," he said with a shrug. She smiled. "I've always liked eating, and doing more of something I enjoy . . . uh, well . . . seemed like it was worth the, uh, tradeoff", and he gave himself the tiniest poke in the belly. Her smile broadened and she straddled his legs, resting comfortably on that gut. "Don't laugh about it, though" he said sternly.
"No, no, you've got it all wrong," she insisted; "I like it too."
"Like what?" he asked, "eating?"
She slid her hands down his chest and across the breadth of his belly. "I mean, I like big men."
"Shut up." Ne was still unconvinced, but he didn't stop her gentle caresses.
"It's the truth! Call me a freak if you want," she told him humorlessly, as she began to find what lay just under the bottom of his shirt. And then that devilish smirk returned on her, giving him little gentle bounces with her hands. "I find it erotic. Honestly, my assumption is that it's like what anyone who likes women feels about boobs . . . but, it's everywhere on a . . . great big boy like you." Now she took one hand and grabbed his hand, and let it cup her chest. He held on contemplatively as she continued making him jiggle, so that they could both enjoy the reverberations. They kissed, long and passionate, both a little elated at this new degree of vulnerability with each other.
She suddenly broke off as if to tease him, winking, and made her way out of the living room, down the hall past the bedroom and bathroom, to the kitchen. There she opened the fridge door; it was full of sweets and snacks, on top of the usual beverages, fruit, cheese, and meat. She grabbed a container of chocolate pudding, opened it, set it on the counter, and pulled out a small bottle discreetly. She popped out a single, wafer-thin thing, half the size of a penny and colorless, and she dropped it in. To cover it up she shook a can of whip cream and topped the pudding with it, found a spoon, and came out and gifted him with it. He saw it, and tried to look disinterested. "What are you doing?" he asked. She had to giggle again and gave him the pudding, and asked "What does it look like? All this talk about how much you love to eat must make you hungry." He sighed but he was smiling too, now, and even though he still sounded skeptical when he pointed out "it's pretty late at night for this", he was taking the spoon. She watched the joy on his face at the taste of the soft, sugary stuff, and in three spoon-fulls it was gone. She was staring at him, at his chubby cheeks and his gut, and in her mind she felt some strange envy of that pudding. "Good stuff", he said.
She asked him, "want more?"
He shook his head and put the plastic cup on the coffee table, "No, I'll never get to sleep like that".
At that she approached him and held his wide face between her hands, and whispered, "I wasn't planning on sleeping". He chuckled and tried not to look at her face or her chest, both right there. She took that as a "yes" and came back a minute later with another one, also topped with whip cream, also hiding a tiny, disc-shaped pill. He finished that one too, very quickly. He licked his lips, and said with some surprise, "I actually could go for another one". That was all she needed to make the trip back to the kitchen-- but on her way there, her eyes caught sight of that snake of his in his room. She was sitting on a little log inside her tank, with its dull, warm light, watching the woman's goings-about. The woman stood there and thought to herself for a second. On her return trip to the living room, she ducked in and gave Yoni a special little treat through an opening in the tank's top, wrapped in meat, then returned to her lover with more pudding, one in each hand this time.
"They're almost too small for you," she observed when he had desolated them both within a few seconds. "Want any ice cream or something?"
"Oh no, no, we should switch-" he started, but his stomach interrupted him with a loud, angry, rebellious growl. He froze and stared at himself as he hefted those huge, deep breaths of his. "Huh. This is . . . kind of weird. I'm almost feeling hungrier now?"
She was openly delighted- "say no more!" and she was off, even as he half-heartedly tried to tell her to stop. She whipped up a little sundae with chocolate syrup, a banana, and more whip cream, and was back in a few minutes- after another quick trip to visit Yoni in the room. He cursed under his breath when he saw the ice cream but that didn't stop him from digging in. She was able to sprinkle five more of those little disc-pills in this without him ever detecting them. By the time he was done, he burped a little and tried to stand up from his comfortable chair. "Ughhhh, man," he groaned, too full to stand up easily.
"Sit back down", she told him, keeping his hands where they were on the armrests. "Are you feeling okay?"
"That's just it," he said, his face pointing down from trying to exert himself physically. "I feel . . . I feel really good. But I still feel hungry," and his stomach growled again as if to confirm.
"Really?" she asked, "you're not full?"
"That's the thing! I should be," he said, now looking right at her. Her teasing smile returned.
"Maybe I should just get the whole tub of ice cream."
"No! Please, just let me sit here for a minute. Maybe I just need to digest." He sat back in the recliner, and she returned to sitting in his lap, giving his belly a little distance from her torso but still tracing loopy lines across it with her fingers. He had his head pointed up, eyes closed, trying to concentrate, but she swore she saw him grin as his stomach kept growling.
After a few minutes, he rocked forward a little- but not enough to get up. Just enough to let his soft belly spill against hers again. "The tub," he said.
"What?"
"I want . . . you mentioned the tub? Of ice cream? Would you get it for me?"
"Absolutely!" she said with a laugh, and sprung up with all the energy he lacked, and he relaxed again with a smile. When she passed by his room and looked, she was caught off-guard: the snake's tank was full of . . . well, snake. While it had fit her comfortably before, suddenly Yoni was crammed in there so tight, it looked like she could barely move. The woman had to stifle her reaction as she proceeded back to the refrigerator. When she was done again, she came in the room, popped the lid off the tank, gave Yoni yet another big meat patty sewn with her special ingredient, and then closed the door behind her as quietly as possible before returning to her seat on top of him.
He tilted it towards himself so he could see: it had been about half-full, and she had filled up all that extra space with whip cream, which made him laugh. "Oh my god". He acted as if he were purely doing this for her oddball fulfillment as she straddled him again, but it was hard to deny how much he was enjoying himself, too. First, he was just getting spoon-fulls of whip cream, but soon he was digging into the creamy good stuff. He was going all-out, very excited, no less hungry. It was only towards the end that he tore his attention off the tub enough to notice her: she was looking straight down. "What?" he asked.
She looked at him and lit up. "Look at you," she said.
"What do you . . ." he lifted the carton away from his face and followed her gaze, to his body. She had tried to sit a little further back, like before, but his moldable tummy was filling the space on his lap and covering the area between her legs. The shirt pinched it as if trying to contain it, but while all his clothes usually fit him, suddenly some of his skin was visible on top of his pants. He grabbed at it with his free hand in surprise, like he was seeing things; this created a jiggle that hit the flab resting on her, and she squealed a little in delight. She reached across to give him a kiss on the cheek, and as she started once again for the hallway she said, "this is why I love men like you!" He turned and reached for her but was scared to move, calling "Wait! Wait!"