chapter 4

Back at her apartment we kissed and snuggled in her bed. As I spooned her from behind, my hand grasped tightly to her soft stomach. It felt squishy and amazing. I was so feverishly aroused that I could barely sleep.

“Not on a first date,” she laughed. “But trust me, the wait will be more than worth it.”

I didn’t sleep for a minute, my sexual frustration almost making me feel insane. I just kept replaying images of her eating cheesecake in my head.

…

At work the next day, I was still buzzing with excitement, but also distracted and hungover. Could last night have actually been real?

I texted her.

“Hey, cheesecake connoisseur. It is official - best first date of all time.”

“Even worth the hangover :),” she texted back.

“Would it be too soon to do it again tonight?” I texted.

“I could be convinced… Will there be cheesecake? That’s my non-negotiable.”

Jesus, this girl was driving me crazy.

“You drive a hard bargain. But, I’m sure some cheesecake could be arranged. I found an amazing tapas restaurant. And a bakery with the best cheesecake in town for dessert.”

“Dating a feeder is too much fun! If I didn’t know any better, Matthew, I’d think you were trying to fatten me up ;).”

“I just want you to enjoy yourself as much as possible on our date. Any side effects of the fun, will just be added benefits. 0:-)ˋ”

“Be careful what you wish for, Matthew. That’s all that I will say. Now bring on the cheesecake — mama is starving today!”

…

That night we greeted each other like long lost friends, even though we had known each other for less than 48 hours. We hugged for a long time and she kissed my lips.

We sat down and the conversation flowed as easily as ever.

“I love tapas,” she said. “We get to try so many nice little bites. I plan to order a lot! I’m sure that won’t put you out, will it Matthew?” she winked.

“What the lady wants, she gets. That’s my rule.”

“Smart man,” she said. “I’ve been famished since last night. I had a huge lunch, but I feel like I haven’t eaten in days. I don’t know what it is…”

I smiled.

“Ok, maybe I know what it is… Maybe being around a feeder has unlocked my inner glutton.”

“What can I say,” I said. “I’m a man of many charms.”

She wasn’t kidding about ordering a lot. Our waiter looked surprised as she rattled off dish after dish; pan de cristal, con tomate, papas bravas, cured pork sausage, sea urchin, salmon tartare with trout roe, potato salad with tuna, roasted peppers and eggplant, bacon wrapped dates, shrimp with garlic, octopus, oysters, rabbit confit, crispy duck.

This was far more than the three dishes per person suggested. The plates covered every inch of our table. Her eyes grew wide and she began to sample, her face animated as she raved about how good everything was.

I slowed down after fifteen minutes. I’ve never been a big eater. But she just kept going. 

I tried to hide my surprise, but clearly it wasn’t successful.

She laughed. “You looked shocked.”

“Impressed is the word that you are looking for.”

“You are cute. I guess I am impressive. You told me to enjoy myself and this is what me enjoying myself looks like. Stuffing myself with an entire table full of delicious food.”

I just kept staring.

“You realize that you are looking at me with hardcore bedroom eyes.”

“I’m sorry, you are just too sexy. I can barely contain myself.”

She winked and put another big bite of fried potatoes in her mouth.

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She didn’t slow down at the bakery. We ordered large slices of five different cheesecakes and moved to a bench outside. I nibbled, but she ate big forkfuls with gusto.

After making quick work of all the different flavors, she let out a sigh of pleasure. 

“So good,” she said. She rubbed her stomach and smiled.

“How do you feel? You must be stuffed.”

“I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I’m honestly not that full. I guess you could say that I’m pleasantly full. It feels nice. But I could eat more. This is why this is dangerous — getting along so well with a feeder. I have a very big appetite. I always have. It takes A LOT for me to feel uncomfortably full. I’ve only let myself eat that much a few times in my life. Don’t get me wrong, it was glorious. But if you saw how much food it took for me to get to that state, it was sickening. If I ate like that on a regular basis I would be huge. So I limit myself as much as I can. But it does get tiring sometimes to deny myself.”

“You realize that we are sitting outside of a bakery, right? If you’re still hungry, I will go get you more treats.”

“Oh Matthew, you are dangerous aren’t you…”

I kissed her cheek and took her hand.

“I won’t push you. I’m not that type of feeder.”

She put her lips to my ear and whispered seductively, “But what if I want a push?”

I stood up and opened the door to the bakery.

“I know this is hearsay, but can we try something different this time? I’m thinking chocolate cake…”

I ordered a whole chocolate cake. Her eyes grew wide when I opened the box. She took a big bite and smiled in ecstasy.

“Shit…” she muttered. “I’m gonna get really fat if I keep eating like this…”

She hesitated briefly, but then continued eating.