chapter 2 - the drive through

Public stuffing at the restaurant accomplished.

What a lovely dinner for a skinny feeder and a pretty feedee over twice his size. Your feedee sits in the passenger seat like a mindless bovine. A well behaved pampered submissive feedee who does as she is told. You take good care of her after all so why should she worry about a thing?

She rubs her beyond round belly pushing against her “little black dress”. Her recent weight gains from these buffets has made this dress littler and littler with every session. She kept saying she is so full but now finally she admits the dress is tight on her.

With your strong capable hands, you rip a hole in the dress in the midsection to free the bulging belly bursting out of the seams. You can always buy another dress. Buy a new dress to grow into or a smaller one to tease her in? Why not both?

You say, “and they say black is a slimming color”. You poke into the fleshy rolls of fat being contained by this blob of a woman. Seems like she can put away more. She may not believe it but you believe in her. Cows have four stomachs after all.

You drive your heifer through the drive through of McDonald’s. You order for her and only her. You’re skinny and watching your figure. You hike, do yoga, and weight lift. This order can’t be for you. It’s all for the obedient farm animal in the passenger you’re cultivating.

2 Large McDonald’s Chocolate shakes will be her dessert. As you pay at the first window, the skinny black haired young McDonald’s clerk notices your whole lot of woman in the passenger seat. You proudly smile and they politely smile at the sight.

At the second window, a clone of the first window employee with brown hair hands you the two milkshakes. She says “Enjoy!”. You reply, “Oh it’s not for me. It’s for the lucky lady. Don’t want her starving to death now!”.

The brown hair McDonald’s employee looks over at the lucky lady in the passenger. The belly exposed, tight “little” black dress wearing, double chin chinning, mind addled feedee lets out an accidental burp. How lady like.

The burp reverberates through the Mcdonald’s kitchen. The abrupt noise forces all the employees to stop and check that an earthquake didn’t just happen.

Nope, no earthquake. Just a fat ass making room for dessert.

Good feedee.