Chapter 1- Sweet gains
Vanilla-scented sugar clung to my fingers as I carried yet another cake into my apartment—the perks of working at the city's finest bakery played right into my secret online world. I was, after all, a feedee—blonde, soft, and always wearing a flour-dusted apron..but more importantly, someone who had found deep excitement and fulfillment in my growing relationship with “CakeKing,” my online feeder.We first met in a pastry-filled corner of the internet, where sweet teeth and indulgent fantasies mingled freely. He was charming, cheeky, and endlessly inventive. Every week, he’d send me new challenges—like “No Leftovers,” where I had to devour an entire cake, crust to cream, in one sitting while the timer ticked and his compliments poured in. I’d squirm in my chair, cheeks puffed with sugar, smiling with frosting smudged on my lips, pushing past fullness into the kind of ache that felt triumphant.
The thrill was intoxicating. My body pulsed with warmth—part satisfaction, part arousal at how much I could handle, imagining how proud he sounded as I swallowed the last bite. Sometimes I’d lay back afterward, cradling my stretched belly, glowing with satisfaction and CakeKing’s praise still echoing through my skin.
One evening, after conquering a lemon cream cake, I caught myself in the mirror—hands brushing over my round, content belly, a smile drowsy and satisfied on my face. I watched the blush bloom over my cheeks, traced the curve of my middle, my fingertips lingering with a lazy pride. The room seemed to shimmer was it the fullness, or was the light actually turning golden? In that almost enchanted moment, my thoughts danced: ‘Just one more bite, just one more round.’ And then, as if conjured by the jubilation in my heart, I saw CakeKing’s reflection flicker beside mine in the glass: his trademark mischievous grin flashing, eyes dancing, his presence so vivid I laughed aloud. Was he really there, or had my pleasure summoned him from another corner of reality? Maybe it didn’t matter the feeling was there, joy, in knowing I was admired; all this in one thought, as I blink to turn around, he’s gone, mirrors clear as day but that night I was as full as ever through and through. I can only hope for more.
A few weeks ago, something unforgettable happened that made me realize just how far I’d come. I’d just polished off an entire triple-layered chocolate mousse cake between shifts. My belly was so full it visibly rounded beneath my stretched out uniform. I waddled to the break room and dropped onto the couch to rest. But when it came time to get up… I couldn’t. At least, not easily. I rolled to the side, and suddenly, the couch tipped under me, wobbling like it might give out. I froze then caught myself, balanced, and shoved upward fast enough that the frame slammed back into place. My heart was racing, my face flushed. Not a soul in sight, but the moment made me blush in more ways than one. Had I really gotten that heavy? The answer was obviously yes and deep inside, I loved it. “I’m melting”. I imagined CakeKing watching it all unfold, beaming with pride, and the thought made my stomach flutter harder than any sugar rush…..
That’s the end of Chapter 1 - For me, this isn’t just about stuffing or numbers on a scale. It’s about play, pleasure, and celebrating everything soft, heavy, and sweet. Every cake I sneak home, every button that strains just a little more, every time I feel gravity tug on me a little harder it’s all part of something I’ve come to truly savor.
This is my body, my story, and I wouldn’t change a bite.
Magical Realism
Betting/Competition
Competitive
Enthusiastic
Female
Straight
Weight gain
Friends/Roommates
First person
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