Chapter 4 - becoming a feedee

I was about to protest when Sarah took an eclair and shoved into my mouth, the taste was delicious, I chewed it down and tried to speak again, but she kept shoving pastries in my mouth.

“I think there’s a misunderstanding” I said with a full mouth.

“Nonsense, Dear. Here, chug this” she said handing me a gallon of milk.

I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until I started chugging it, I couldn’t stop it was like my body needed it. As I put down the gallon and opened my mouth to speak a loud burp went out.

“I *urp* think there *brrrp* was a mistake *urp* I’m not a feedee, I’m a feeder” I said trying to catch some air.

“Dear, I personally chose your file last night, it said feedee in big bright letters. Besides I never saw a feeder eat and drink as much as you did right now and still be able to eat more” She said pointing to the tables.

It was true, more than half of the pastries were gone and half of the gallon was empty as well. My flat belly was round pressing against the buttons of the shirt and I had a few chocolate stains on my chest , that wasn’t how a feeder should look like.

“Now we can stop with this nonsense and resume this interview” She said, grabbing the last donut.

“No! that’s not what I signed for” I protested trying to get up.

“That’s enough young man, you will finish this whether you want it or not. Now shut your mouth and eat” She said without changing her tone, but with such resolution that I didn’t see any other option other than obey.

As I kept shovelling the pastries in my mouth I started to feel very uncomfortable, sweat was dripping from my forehead and the buttons of my shirt were a huge inconvenience.

At some point Sarah unbuttoned my shirt and started rubbing my belly, I always thought it was an excuse for my feedees to get me to touch their bellies, but it did help me make some room for more.

I was in a trance state grab a pastry, chew and swallow, I only stopped when all the pastries were gone, Sarah gently placed the gallon of milk on my lips and slowly tilted it, I closed my eyes as the milk filled the space left on my stomach and I rubbed my sides.

When we finished I was beyond full, I tried to burp a bit to release some pressure but what did make me feel better were Sarah’s belly rubs.

We sat quietly for a bit, she was making some notes on her clipboard, when she was done she helped me clean up the crumbs and said “Very well mr. Klein, there are a few issues with your behaviour but I think I can educate you to behave better. You have the job”

I was too full to think straight and to fully understand what just happened, as we went down the stairs we heard a few muffled moans and the sound of liquid being poured. I thought at least Kim got lucky today.

I was wrong.

we walked to a very bloated Kim strapped to a chair and a funnel to her mouth. Ben had just emptied the 4th jug of a thick liquid. Kim’s belly moved up and down as she swallowed it, after the last drop he took the funnel off and let her breath.

Sarah told me to help Kim stand up and due to our sorry stuffed state she would call transportation for us, as a reward for our good service, we collected out payment through our watches and left the Fiztgerald’s house.

I thought I was bad, but Kim was worse. She could barely form complete phrases, I tried my best to help her by giving some belly rubs, but I also had my own stuffed belly to take care of. we were dropped at Staff Support Station 25 where we returned the items we used.

Sierra greeted us warmly, but Kim could only look at her with rage. She told us that every Support Station had a lounge for the feedees to relax and recover between sessions, she told us our next appointment would be only after lunch so we had at least 4 hours to rest.

She brought us to a room with large sofas and a few beds in the back, when we got there 2 other girls were already seated, one was rubbing her belly with some lotion while the other was having a massage. Sierra left to give us some rest, but she promised she would come back to enlighten our doubts about the job we signed for.

I asked Kim if she wanted to talk about it but she said she needed a nap and we could talk later.

“We are going to kill Dan” she said before passing out