Chapter 1, the meetup

POV FEEDEE
Okay, maybe we can start from the moment we meet for the first time.
We had been chatting for some time, about our plans. To put it simply. get me immobile, have huge thighs with rolls on them and a belly with as many folds and creases as possible.

When we started chatting i was 200 pounds but with your encouragement i'm now around 250, but I haven't bought any new clothes, so i am really pouring out of them while I wait for you at the train station in London.

You see me and come towards me. We hug, and I can feel your hands squeeze my love handles. You caress my chins, but only the ones made of fat.

Then you take my hand, and you say you will take me to your place. But first, we stop at a burger joint. You order me to sit. You still haven't said anything to me, other than stuff about my body or the food you want me to eat.
And I know not to ask, only to respond...

You return with a platter loaded with two menus and milkshakes. I take my burger and wait to take a bite, expecting you to join me. But you tell me it’s all for me, and I’d better start before it gets cold.

I scarf down the food with you looking at me, pleased. Then we go to your place. There's a whole pie waiting for me… I start to doubt if coming to London was such a good idea after all. You notice my hesitation.


POV FEEDER
I grab your belly, pulling you closer, looking into your eyes, seeing you're worried. I grab the remainder of the food, and you open your mouth instinctively.
Suddenly, you relax, i can see that submitting takes away your worries. The food makes you feel full—so full. But you still want more, knowing that you will need to keep eating and growing, just to please me

Before long, you want to be fed, and you lay back on the couch, completely giving in. You open your mouth and point, knowing that words are useless for a "dumb piggy." You're already excited to be controlled, to feel the tension of being overfed, feeling your chest grow heavy, struggling to breathe while I play with your body. It's the best you've felt, realizing you want it and want it more even more of it...

POV FEEDEE
I daze of to sleep in the couch, you dont wake me, proud of your work and the capacity of your piggy.
The next morning i wake up, and already smell that u are hard at work in the kitchen. i stand up to come and take a look. at that moment you walk into the living room. alerted that i am awake. you look at me with angry eyes while i stand, and you walk towards me. then u push me back into the couch. "u dont move until i tell u" you say. and i just nod. feeling embarrassed that i forgot. this life is so new to me.
you return "good little piggy, thank u for staying put after i corrected u. I know you are really trying" you say.
You are carrying a huge stack of pancakes in your left hand. In your right hand you are just holding one croissant.
you put the croissant on the coffee table and start feeding me the sirop drenched pancakes. there are way to many and i start to breath heavily. you keep on going. finally u take the last pancake. u fold it up and force it into my mouth. i cant close my mouth but you dont let me spit it out. i start slowly chewing. and manage to get it down.

then u hand me the croissant. you tell me "since you always talk about wanting to become like the croissant lady ( a women with a lot of folds we have been chatting a lot about) it seemed fitting to me that u would eat this by yourself.... so you know that all of this was your decision"
i look at u with big eyes. you look back with a wicked smile. and i cant help but be charmed. you remembered this about me and decided let me know you care....


and so a few weeks pas. i am eating on the sofa, passing out and eating again. only moving around to go to the toilet, or get snacks. you have been reminding me that all this food is getting really expensive, and that i need to find a way to contribute.
but today you decide to make this more concrete. you send me a overview of all the money you had spent on food this month to feed me. then you send me a help wanted folder a bakery not far from our place