chapter 19

Sarah was sitting at home, streaming a sitcom on Hulu. It was about a relationship between a chubby woman and an in-shape man. Ever since Jeremy had told her about the feederism kink, she had gravitated toward any content that had to do with weight or fatness. But this show was ridiculous. Hollywood was always typecasting fat girls, or when they did have a show about a fat girl, she was a total stereotype — never getting dates, always insecure, constantly trying to diet and lose weight.

Sarah had never been that way. She had never really tried to diet. She came by her pear-shaped, kinda fat body naturally. She had never been skinny, but always had boyfriends. And ever since Jeremy introduced her to feederism, Sarah realized that to some people, she could be insanely hot. All she had to do was say the right words. She found herself absentmindedly kneading rolls of her fat as she tried to pay attention to the show. This new kink was fun, but it was triggering old memories for Sarah. Her step-mother had always been a bit overbearing — a rail-thin woman who seemingly hated fun. Now, she was remembering all sorts of things her step-mom used to tell her.

“Are you really going to wear THAT dress?”

“Did you want to eat this salad instead?”

“Your old friend Jane is captain of the cheer team. She has boyfriends all the time. Why did you two stop hanging out?”

Sarah had never realized it before, but there was a lot of internalized anti-fatness inside her. If only her step-mom could see her now, pigging out, wearing tight clothes, and still bagging a good-looking guy. The thought made her smirk. It also made her a little wet. She had a delightfully naughty idea.

“Tonight,” she texted Jeremy. “I need your cock inside my fat pussy tonite. I can’t take it anymore… I’ve got a fun idea for us…”

She took a photo of herself lifting her shirt and grabbing at her burgeoning gut.

“Don’t you want to cum all over this fat belly???”

Jeremy was at home when he got the message. Ever since his chat with Luscious Lilly, he had been feeling more and more confident experimenting with his kink. He had told Lilly that she should be herself unapologetically — but maybe it was advice he needed to hear. So when Sarah texted, Jeremy immediately replied that he was on his way over. Maybe he would tell Lilly about this sexual escapade later…

When Jeremy opened the door of Sarah’s apartment, she stood there coyly. She flashed open her bathrobe, briefly showing off her naked, curvy body. She pulled him inside and into her bedroom, pushing him onto the bed and flopping down next to him.

“Last time we had sex, I did all the talking.”

“Yeah, it was super hot,” Jeremy said. “You were amazing.”

“This time? I want you to do the talking.”

“Ooooh, interesting. What did you have in mind?”

“I want to be humiliated.”

“Did you say humiliated?”

“Yes. I know you’ve seen those kinds of feederism videos before. The ones where the guy tells the girl how she’s ruined her body, you know?”

Jeremy gulped. He felt uncomfortable, but intrigued.

“Are you sure I won’t, like, hurt your feelings?”

“Trust me,” she said, leaning in close. “I’ve been bigger my whole life. There’s nothing you can say to hurt my feelings. Just don’t call me skinny.”

Sarah winked and started taking off Jeremy’s clothes. He was already getting hard. He thought back to all those videos he watched. Sarah pulled off his pants. Jeremy imagined those feedees dressed in cow-print bikinis eating cake on all fours. Sarah started working his shaft. Jeremy was feeling this animalistic desire to fuck Sarah.

“I want you so bad right now, it’s crazy,” he told Sarah. “If I’m getting too aggressive, just say the word ‘skinny.’ That’ll be our safeword.”

Sarah nodded. Jeremy climbed on top of her. He never had a need for a safeword before. But it was like he had reached a new stage of horniness — accessed a part of his brain that had never been turned on before.

“God, you are so fucking fat,” Jeremy said. “You’ve been eating so much, haven’t you? Everytime I see you, you’re fatter than the last time.”

“Oh, yeah, just like that,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”

“You’re such a fat little cow, stuffing your face all the time. What did you think would happen? Look at these fat rolls, these love handles, this fat gut of yours. All you’re good for is eating and fucking. You were such a disgusting slob at the restaurant the other night, stuffing yourself full of fried food. You’re ruining your body. You’ll never lose weight. You’re just going to get bigger and bigger.”

“Fuck yes, grab my ass and tell me how fat I’m getting!”

“God, this ass is huge. I bet you’re so embarrassed when you go shopping. Nothing fits you anymore. I bet all the other girls in the mall call you a fatty behind your back — hell, I bet they call you fat to your face. People gawk at you when you walk by, wondering how someone could let themselves get so fat.”

Jeremy was thrusting harder and harder into Sarah, grabbing onto a love handle with one hand and an ass cheek into the other. Her fat was jiggling with each thrust and she was moaning louder and louder.

“Oh, don’t stop,” she cooed.

“The worst part about your fattening body is that you like it. You like it when people stare at your obese body. You love flaunting your rolls, wearing tight clothes like the little slut you are. Most of all, you clearly love being fucked like a fat girl. God. You. Are. So. Fucking. Fat!”

Jeremy could feel Sarah’s pussy tighten around his dick as she came. She screamed his name in pleasure, feeling her orgasm crest and wash over her. Electricity surged through her body as Jeremy then finished inside of her, blowing a massive load. He rolled onto his back. They both lay there panting. After a few moments, their breathing slowed.

It was silent in the bedroom. Outside an ice cream truck was driving down the neighborhood, and Sarah could hear it playing a children’s song. She thought about buying a gallon of ice cream and other treats to stuff her face.

Sarah climbed on top of Jeremy and began kissing his neck.

“Never call me skinny.”