chapter 3 - noticing the changes

Whether you are a feeder or a feedee, noticing those changes you have successfully been covering up or denying can be troubling. I have been a feeder in the past – a couple of times actually, but it always hit an obstacle called realization. Once the feedee realizes they are being fed to grow it may mean they stop. This is what happened to me in my previous relationships. Let me tell you more about it so you don’t make the same mistakes.

I am a guy. Guys usually react to gaining differently than girls. Most girls don’t like to gain, especially not when they are slim and know they are good looking. Simply put, self-confidence is an enemy of gaining. My girlfriends had it and it was always too soon they managed to realize they are growing and it was too simple for them to say no to food. Now, I am not telling you to go and lower your partner’s self-confidence at all. There are ways to go around it. You either convince them you will always love them the way they are no matter how much they gain (because that’s what everybody in a relationship wants – to be loved), or you will accept the fact that you will not be able to fall asleep in those fat cushions and see them wobble during sex.

For me, the second option is unacceptable.

Another reason why my girlfriends started noticing their weight gain was, unfortunately, thanks to me. They simply saw how chunky they were becoming compared to my skinny body. But now, when I am unknowingly the feedee with a fat girl next to me, there is no way for me to notice how huge I’m getting, right?

Wrong. Another obstacle for successful gaining is family. Family members and close friends can ruin everything. So what happened?

I took Mia to visit my family. My parents were very happy to finally see the girl I’ve been adoring for months and only spoke about her over phone. For a chubby girl she had a pretty slim and cute face so my parents had no idea she was hiding around 200 pounds of beauty bellow her neck when I sent them pictures of us. However, that wasn’t the problem at all. My mom is always happy when she can feed someone with her delicious pies, homemade pizzas, and all sorts of desserts. What did bug me was their way of taunting me. They would keep putting food on my plate and offering me more desserts while saying things I would normally enjoy but they were giggling.

I so wanted to eat everything they offered me. My stomach was so stretched from how Mia had been feeding me but I couldn’t. All I could think about was me getting… fat? She tried to save the situation but wasn’t very successful.

Our ride home was depressing. Mia knew exactly why.

Now, when we are finally back home I drop my ass on the couch gently squeezing my belly from both sides asking Mia: “Do you think I’m getting fat?” To what she cleverly replied with a question: “Do you remember how we met?” “Sure.” I said, so she continued: “Well, at that time the so called therapist made me pretty depressed about how I felt about my body. She made me feel like there’s something wrong with me. Then I meet you and you make me feel like the most beautiful being on Earth. I’ve put on at least 10 pounds since then. Still, here you are loving me. What I thought about you was that I had never seen a guy so hot yet so genuine. But now, with those couple of pounds on your belly…” she made a short but stressful pause. “… I love you even more than ever. And no matter what people say about you, you are the most handsome guy I’ve ever been with. So let’s forget about the world around us and enjoy what we have.” And she slowly started sliding a piece of pie into my mouth while massaging my crotch. I was in heaven.

I was also back on my gaining track. Even though we just came from my parents where they gave us lunch with an extra serving and desserts, I was starving. Mia quickly took the lead in filling the empty space in my already growling stomach with the rest of the pie. And as soon as I finished it she took me to a new All-You-Can-Eat place they just opened a couple of blocks from us. “Let’s celebrate!” she said with such energy that I completely forgot about depression.

There we took a bit of everything and put it on a very large plate. Mia’s way of letting me eat more and more was genius. She intentionally chose such a large plate so I can’t keep track of how much she eats. We talked and laughed and kept eating. At least I did. After a while she just kept feeding me and with a gentle move she unbuttoned my pants. My belly spilled out like water through a collapsing dam. She felt it, squeezed it and kept smiling at me. There has never been a nicer feeling than this. I wanted her to keep pushing more and more down my throat. I was near fainting but deeply enjoying it.

My legs were so weak so I had to lean on Mia’s hip as we were walking out. My belly was bulging out of my open pants – nobody could see it as it was covered with a thick sweater.

Then, Mia whispered in my ear: “I am always so horny when I can stuff you up like this. If you let me feed you like this, I will love you more and more every day.”