Chapter 1

I had always fancied myself a feeder. And being a bisexual in a modern word where food is in endless supply, I consider myself very lucky. Ive had boyfriends and girlfriends and flings all of which I centred around food and sex and overeating and encouraging and lets just say I enjoyed myself dearly. And was outrageously horny for all of it. The unstoppable force that is a turned on 29 year old woman I’ll tell you that much.
I had recently become single when I met Dee. My ex was a 6foot5 basketball player who was surprisingly easy to coerce into overeating. The ex athlete cliché. He wasn’t into feederism before he met me but he knew I got off on it, and made it his business to tease me. We would go out in public with him wearing tight clothes, eating 3 course meals, making eye contact with me while he shoved mouth after mouth of fattening food into his mouth, leaning back and then gently patting his full stomach that was bulging out through his tight tshirt, the button straining on his jeans. “Oh im so full”, stifling a burp with his other hand. “I have got to stop eating like this I could barely button these jeans this morning” and he would grin at me because he knew I would be dripping wet by those words and knew how I would pounce when we got home. But the thoughts of him slowly filling out his old clothes and all of the food and the late night snacks and the sex and the teasing and –
Ok sorry. Focus Zoe. Got distracted. We had a great time anyway, long story short, but it ended and we went our separate ways. And I was once again back to imagining men and women fattening themselves up. Obsessively watching videos of women eating food online feeling like a sex deprived pervert.
Then I met Dee.
I had become a regular at a local coffee shop, because of the gorgeous cappuccinos they had and not because I fancied the pants off one of the waitresses. I was lost after my recent breakup, and work was boring me, I felt like I was floating through my days searching for something but I wasn’t sure what. I was debating moving abroad for a fresh start, somewhere sunny maybe. I was spending a lot of time alone, contemplating my life and where it was going. The usual post break up life questioning era. We’ve all been there at some point.
Anyway I was having another life crises while sitting in a booth of Rennie’s coffee shop, when sexy little waitress sauntered over in her. She was petite compared to my 5’’11 frame. Tanned skin, big brown eyes, curly brown hair, tattoos lining her arms (which made me believe she was gay. Stereotype I know but cmon). She wasn’t skinny by any means but skinnier compared to my usual tastes. But she had a gorgeous smile that made me forget that I get turned on my eating and weight gain. This is how gorgeous she was. Enough to make me forget about my kink. I had it baaaaaad.
“All ok? Can I get you anything else?” She smiled at me. She picked up my empty cup and twirled it around. We had spoken a few times over the past month. Simple small talk, but she was friendly and had a gentle demeanour that made her approachable, Sweet would be a great word to describe her. She was quick to smile and always looked happy to see me when I came in.
“Can I get another cappuccino Dee?” I smiled. Using her name badge (before you call me out for being overly forward but she introduced herself to me 2 weeks, saying I always see you in here blah blah blah and ok that definitely fuelled me to start coming in here more and more).
“Would you like to try some of our cakes too? I haven’t seen you eating anything today. Theres a chocolate orange one, mint cake, and white chocolate. I could bring one over to you?” Those browns eyes started at me kindly.
The feederism alarm in my brain went mad. But I didn’t want one, I was currently trying to lose a few pounds I had gained from my last relationship from all the food filled sex. I preferred a feeder role, although I wont lie there is something sexy about also gaining a few when your partner knows you get off on that sort of thing. But regardless I needed to get back in tip top shape.
“I think ok. I’m on a diet” I smiled back.
“Oh youre much too thin to be on a diet” she laughed. “I think us women are much too hard on yourselves.” She looked down at my empty cup in her hand. “all you’ve had is a coffee. Why don’t I get you a slice of the orange cake, only a small one. Its tastes amazing”.
My stomach twisted suddenly.
“okay”