Forever Feedee (bbw/ssbbw, Height Growth, Weight Gain, Domination)

Chapter 1

As I walked into the club I dipped my head. Jim, Hosea and Javier were all hurrying ahead, eager to get to drinking and dancing, but I had a harbinger of what this night, like so many others, would bring.

They would dance and try to seem as cool as bankers in their early 30s could be ( not that cool…) in an effort to interest the myriad selection of skinny mini club going girls in their mid 20s. I would play along but really just be there as a wingman, ready to pick up the pieces when they got too drunk to take care of themselves.

Javier looked back as we got close to the door, “hurry up Hugh!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I said.

“And I want to be coming tonight and your mumbly slowpoke ass is not making that any more likely, get your ass in gear!”

Jim and Hosea burst out laughing, “come on man, I’m sure they’ll have plenty of fat bitches for you here, as a proud black man I have fat bitch radar and it’s going off!”

“Yeah yeah ***,” I said with a grin, putting an elbow into his side, “but they all want you Mr proud black man!”

We all laughed. In spite of my not loving clubbing the guys were my best friends. We’d met in college as we all worked toward degrees in accounting. Our mutual fun loving natures went well together, and even after ten years out of school and many weed and alcohol filled nights we all worked in the Financial District and hung out all the time.

And they were the only people who I was really open with about my….preferences.

While they all went for your standard off the shelf Instagram model types I had always had a…. sickness for the thickness.

This was something I’d had a hard time explaining to them, and nobody, besides my parents, who must have realized after every girl I’d brought home was over 275lbs, had any idea.

As the smallest of our group it also made for a little bit of a surprise when our various past girlfriends had met each other.

Jim, a 6’3”, powerfully muscled rower, always had the best look, considering he was also blessed with olive skin and long, wavy brown hair.

Javier came from a large and fun Mexican family, at 6’1 and about 250 he was the pudgy one of the group. His mom’s unbelievably delicious homemade tamales left no secrets why.

Hosea, whose family had come from St. Kitts, was 6’ and lean at 175lbs. He had the mocha skin and strong jaw that made him a shoo in amongst female fans of Idris Elba.

And then there was me, at 5’7” and 160 I wasn’t a complete runt, and I liked to think my thick framed glasses, pale skin, prominent dimple and sandy blonde hair gave me a friendly nerd vibe. Or at least that’s what I told myself when I was trying to be confident.

After a few minutes of waiting the bouncers finally let us in.

The club was called Heretic and was obviously trying hard to be trendy, young and cool. Dance music blared and cool blue neon lit up the round bar at the center of a big dance floor. Large booths with high backs ringed the outside walls of the room, offering a place to rest and get drunker before going back out to shake it.

We went to the bar and got our usual, and painfully expensive, drinks. Scotch and soda for Jim, Jack and Coke for Javier, Stella for Hosea and a Gin Rickey for me.

We went out on the dance floor and the night progressed as so many others had. Jim and Hosea were almost immediately shoulder deep in eager bleached blondes wasting daddy’s La Jolla dollars on “finding themselves” at SF State, but really doing a better job at finding hard, eager Bay Area dick.

Javier and I trolled the perimeter.

He looked at me as we were trying to play cool, “damnit Hugh, you like fat bitches. I’m a fat dude. You need to help me find a bitch who shares your love of the pudge,” he said, grabbing his belly playfully.

“Maybe you should try to find one who looks really thin and hungry, she’ll know that you can afford to feed her and wha la, a romance is born!”

He smiled widely and gave me a punch on the shoulder, “asshole,” he said sarcastically.

After a little more roaming Javier began dancing with a tiny redhead, all of 5’1” and 95lbs. I winked at him in an “I told you so,” way. He responded with a raised middle finger and went back to dancing.

I got another Rickey but decided to find a booth and sit for a minute.

As I walked toward the booths a very drunk and wobbly girl wearing at least a 4” heel walked right across my path.

I stopped but she was surprised by my sudden (to her) appearance and began to sway.

I tried to grab her arm but was too late. She rocked forward and face planted spectacularly, taking me and someone else down with her.

Somehow I managed to only spill a drop of my drink and tried to help her up.

“Hands off perv,” she slurred, getting off the ground with all the grace of a sleep deprived toddler.

I shook my head and looked at the other person on the ground.

She had dark blonde hair and had on a long dress. I came a little closer.

“You ok?” I asked, noticing a broken wine glass on the ground next to her.

“Yeah, I think so,” she said, sitting up.

As she did I tried to keep my wits about me. She was gorgeous, with full lips, a button nose, round cheeks and a cute small nose piercing. But most important of all was the fact that she was definitely a big girl, with wide hips and a noticeable belly, the rarest find in the San Francisco club scene.

I held out my hand and she grabbed it, standing up. She looked me almost right in the eye. I glanced down and noticed she had maybe a 1.5 inch spool heel on.

“My name is Hugh,” I said over the din.

“I’m Sarah,” she replied.

“Sorry, can I get you another drink?”

“Sure, but do you mind if we sit down?”

“No, let’s go and grab a booth.”

She nodded as we walked over to the booths.

Sitting down the high back of the booth blocked out some of the noise. The light showed her face a little clearer, she was really beautiful, cheeks flushed and her short hair in a stylish bob.

“What we’re you having?” I asked, pulling the order tablet over.

“Cabernet, but it wasn’t that good,” she said, making a little sneer appear on her lips.

“Let’s see,” I said, getting the wine list up. “Oh yeah, that’s Velinget, it’s kind of a bland one. Do you like Pinot? They have Heron which is a really good one.”

“Sure,” she said, “ you know a lot about wine?”

“I went to college at Sonoma State, and worked for a few wineries up there. So I know just enough to be annoying,” I said with a bit of sarcasm.

“I’d say you’re anything but that,” she replied with a smile as I put my card in and paid for the order.

“Thanks,” I said, “ glad I could help.”

“Glad I could help?” I thought, stupid stupid.

“So what brings you here?” I said, trying to correct course.

“I work at the NOAA lab in Sausalito and we are celebrating someone who’s leaving for Woods Hole next week. But…”

“What?” I said.

“This really isn’t my scene. I’m more of a homebody, but they really wanted me to come soooo”

“That’s funny,” I said, “ I’m the same way. I’m here with some old college friends, and even though we do this every few months I’m always out of place.”

The waitress showed up and dropped her wine off before scooting away. She took a sip.

“You were right, this is a great wine!” She said enthusiastically.

“Awesome,” I said quickly, I’m happy you like it. Now how about a toast,” I raised my glass.

She raised hers.

“To being out of place,” I said with a smile.

“”To bring out of place, she mimicked, smiling, we clinked glasses and took a drink.