Chapter 3 - the new feeding experience

Geoffrey managed to mix a quick chocolate cow, and upon his return and resetting the funnel, Mel used her thighs for a death-grip on Geoffrey's hips. "I want you and that shake inside me ... now!"

Happily obliging, Geoffrey stuffed the tube flowing with the chocolate cow into Mel's mouth, and with the ease of the swing quickly stuffed his member into Mel's waiting wet box. Mel buckled a bit with the combined sensation, gorging herself from both ends, so to speak. Geoffrey's thrusts were gentle so as not to upset the huge deposit of gainer shake in Mel's over-full belly, but the hightened sensations were almost too much for Mel to bear. She moaned and sucked in tandem with Geoffrey's thrusts, which seemed to last for hours in the weightlessness of the swing. They both climaxed at the same moment, Mel finishing her shake and quivering almost uncontrollably as Geoffrey finished inside her. Geoffrey sat on the bed and gently swung Mel around as she recovered from the feeding experience.

Again, Geoffrey whispered, "Different enough for you?" All Mel could do was nod her head in agreement. This was what she was looking for.

A year later, Geoffrey arrived home from work, and found Mel like always, snacking on the couch as she read her latest book and filtering through the latest modelling photos they were to post on her feedee paysite. "Honey, I'm home," he deadpanned.


Mel's face lit up. Her urge was to jump up and hug her feeder/boyfriend, but the last year's worth of feeding sessions on Geoffrey's contraption had taken away that option. She still wore a stylish blouse and leggings, about an 8x-10x stretched to their respective limits, but at over 500 pounds (and growing), her days of quick movement were at an end. "How was work today?" she eagerly asked.

"Same-old," Geoffrey smiled. "Maybe we can get another photoshoot of you trying to fit into your last wardrobe and building that tummy up a good feeding? Doesn't that sound more exciting?"

Mel wriggled her mighty weight on the sagging couch, eagerly waiting for Geoffrey to help her up and into the bedroom. At this rate, 600 pounds was not far into her future, but they loved every minute and every added pound. It did sound much more exciting, indeed.

(Author's note: This is fiction based on a bit of true experience and perhaps wishful thinking. The swing is readily available online, although the exact experiences have been embellished a bit. Willing volunteers are always welcome :))