My boss the feeder vol. 1

Chapter 1 - 1.

"What's wrong with me, what am I doing? Am I just some fat pig that needs to be fed by my boss?" I asked myself this question over and over again while driving home from the restaurant, the first stop on the way to my final destination.

Look - I’m fat, but I'm not a lazy fat person like people automatically assume. I exercise regularly and have been trying to lose weight since I was 18. I eat well, and try to make sure that what I put in my mouth isn't bad for me…. Try.

But it becomes difficult when the desire to eat more, become fatter and even more soft grows stronger by the day. It was the same desire that led me here today.

"You want to become fat, you want to be a pig that eats, sleeps, and lays around all day." That's what my boss told me while I was still at work, after he had approached me about my growing figure and how he had admired me. He admitted to wanting to see me grow larger and larger. My face became red and flustered. I couldn't believe what was happening, it seemed unreal. But then he asked me out to dinner and I agreed. I had been working at the company for about a year now, and was mostly unnoticed. I’m not unattractive, fat just isn’t a desirable body type where I’m from.

He told me to meet him at the restaurant at 6, and to make sure to arrive hungry. He even had me change my clothes for him, giving me a dress that was a size too small. But I wore it, and the tightness of the fabric only made my body more obvious, making it clear to all how fat I had become. It was probably intentional, but I loved the way my doughy body could barely squeeze into it, causing my rolls to make odd shapes in the fabric.

I'm not sure what I was expecting when I got there. Would we just have dinner and leave, or would it be something more? The way he asked me to dress had made it clear that he wanted me, but how far did his desires go? Did he want to sleep with me, or would he be happy to just feed me? The idea of him feeding me was something that turned me on. It was a taboo, it was wrong, and it was exciting. But what if it went further, what would I do?

When I got there he was already waiting for me, a smile on his face as he saw my plump form enter the building. The atmosphere felt warm and cozy, the air smelt of cinnamon and pies. There weren’t many people here, though it was a fairly nice place. Filled with windows and cozy decor. He was a tall, toned man with a handsome face. The classic tall, dark and handsome - which made me feel out of place, being here with a man anyone would fight for. Why would he pick me, a fat pig like me? He was wearing a tight shirt that showed his thin body and muscular physique, while my own figure was squeezed into a skin tight dress.