Feeder Dreams

Chapter 1

It never gets old watching her hunt for food from the refrigerator; as she bends over, pale, fleshy fat spills over her waistband.

Without a doubt, she's hungry.

A couple of hours ago, I brought her favorite fast food meal; two chicken sandwiches, three servings of fries, two large drinks, a thirty-count nugget meal, a large portion of mac and cheese, and six chocolate chip cookies.

Sweet baby finished it in about thirty minutes, potentially a new record for her. Admiring her eating habits was a pastime that never lost its shine. Small flecks of chicken covered her face; dribbles of Dr Pepper and lemonade ran down her chin like a river off a mountain, swept away into her neck creases. The whole meal, she held a cookie in one hand, and a sandwich in the other.

She likes to take bites of her dessert and main course at the same time. You've got to balance out savory with sweet - who could blame her? She's a big girl, she knows all the tricks. You don't get as ripe and plump as she does without making it enjoyable for yourself.

My favorite part is what she does after.

Moaning and gasping, she lowered herself onto her back; her head disappeared behind a hill of lard. Gravity took over, and her body melted around her. With labored wheezing, her belly undulated up and down.

When she's in food comas, I love to go study her. This time, she was half awake. Ever since sleeping became the routine after her meals, we decided she should eat in our bed. Why make my sweet girl walk when she didn't have to?

Her mouth was wide open and her eyes closed. Beads of sweat were on her forehead. She wasn't wearing any clothes; unless she had to, she never did. I loved her smell - a mix of food, sweat, and natural musk; it became stronger when a fold was allowed air.

Her breasts pooled off to her sides, without any semblance of shape. I lifted her left udder by its lower crease, my hand becoming wet with sweat. The softness was intoxicating. My baby let out a small whimper. It squeezed like a ball of dough; it was fatty enough now that I couldn't hold it all with one hand.

I rubbed her areolas, making her legs squirm. They'd been sensitive ever since they'd stretched with fat.

I let the udder go; a thunderous clap sounded as it reconnected with her pork, causing a loud moan.

As I set about rubbing her belly, she began softly wheezing. My poor girl was exceptionally bloated. I pinched the fat right above her belly button; the fattiest part of her, even for a girl her size. With every slight shake, she whined.

I leaned in to kiss the tub, and before I knew it I was making out with the entirety of her belly lard. Rubbing it, pushing it together. Making new rolls out of old, licking up the salty sweat. Every touch causing louder and louder moans, groans, and the occasional snort.

My attention drifted downward. With care, I lifted her lower belly to let her fat pad breathe. You couldn't see her womanhood; it took work to find. Her entire groin area is layered in soft, overstuffed pigmeat.

"Ba-" A loud burp cut her off. "-babe... can you..." She breathed deep. "Please... fin-finger me." She was rhythmically panting.

Without answering, I took on the work of finding her vagina.

There it was; fatty as ever. The only way you could tell it apart from the other rolls was the discharge seeping from it.

I began with two fingers, causing her whole body to turn red. She let out a symphony of noises; moans, gasps, wheezes, huffs. Her squirming caused her fat to ripple in all directions.

I went to three. It was quickly too much for her, and she finished. Lost in the pleasure of the moment, a trashy fart escaped her. It smelled like chicken and cookies.

"Th-hrmph-a..." she trailed off. "y-you."

Thank you. She said thank you.

I dropped her belly back down, allowing the wet clumps of lard to clap back together.

I moved my attention downwards.

Her chub rub was a dark brown from all the chafing. I lathered her up in oil and powder as much as I could, but those products have a limit to what they can do. Her thighs are one of my favorite areas; complete drumsticks. They have the softest fat anywhere on her body; it feels like silk.

She had begun softly snoring. Standing up, I gave my baby a pinch on the top of her lard mountain, and left her to rest and digest.

That was a few hours ago. Now, in the kitchen, she's digging around for her next meal.

"Hmph... honey, do - do we... have any pi-" An uncontrollable belch erupts from her mouth. "-pizza? I... co-could use something... savory." She looks over at me.

How did I ever get this lucky? Bent over, her belly is almost slapping up against her kneecaps. Her butt erupts out behind her; look at all that fat on those thighs. She's the hottest girl I've ever seen.

I stand up. "Sure baby, we've got some frozen pizzas." I walk up beside her, giving her a kiss. "You want two or three?"

"F-four?" She looks at me with her adorable, pouty eyes.

"Anything for you." My hand begins to run down her crack; so much heat and sweat. When we sleep at night, sometimes I'll rest my hand in it.

It causes her to bend over further, putting all her weight on the refrigerator.

"Y-yo-" Burp. "-you like... the-that, don't you..." She used to be better at dirty talk before she became consistently winded. As best she can, she sways her hips back and forth, moving my hand with them.

"You know I do." My free hand gives her a hard slap on the ass. I reposition behind her, kissing where her crack meets her immense lower back fat.

"Hmph... hup-huph..." A few snorts. That's how I know she's enjoying herself.

I pull my hand out, now glistening wet. She licks it clean; it's salty, after all. My baby girl loves anything salty.

"O-okay..." She's a wheezing mess. "I-I'm tired... gon-" A hiccup. "-gonna go watch... You... Tube." The loudest belch I've heard from her all day. She begins to wobble away, slowly.

I watch her leave. A sight I could see a million times and never tire of. All her fat causing her to waddle. And to think, when I met her, she was a hundred and forty pounds.

"Ok baby, they'll be ready in about an hour. Get some rest."

She disappears back to our bedroom.