For Feeders Only

Chapter 1 - That Woman is a Workaholic

Ebony started her way home as she normally did, taking the back roads to enjoy a scenic view of the city on her way to her apartment. In her mind, she pondered the possibilities of her new relationship. She's young, intelligent, open to trying new things, and passionate about her hobbies in her downtime. Pulling up to her condo, she turned in for the night, preparing herself for the next two weeks. As she slept, she dreamt about what the future might hold.

The following week, Ebony and Markus texted and talked over the phone, discussing intimate desires as they grew closer. Markus asked her if she had ever been into feederism. Ebony responded with a laugh, "What's that? Sounds like cannibalism." Markus explained, "To put it simply, it's someone who enjoys either eating lots of food or gaining weight." Ebony replied, "Oh, I see. Is that something you're into?" Intrigued, she quickly asked him out for a date night after thinking about it. They further discussed their desires before falling asleep on the phone together.

Ebony opted for loose, comfortable clothing—leggings, a crop top, and slides—while Markus dressed in slacks, a button-down shirt, and dress shoes. They were both simple people who believed life didn’t have to be complicated. They planned to meet at Nibachee Grilling, an all-you-can-eat restaurant in a shopping center she had never visited since it opened a few years ago. They were both excited for this night, having planned it for the next few months.

And so began a turning point in her life, albeit not without its challenges. Typical...


At 35, Ebony was a hardworking woman who wasn't getting any younger, yet somehow not looking any older either. She lived in a condo just outside the noisy city she was used to, finding life rather dull lately. Seeking excitement, she spent her weekdays working and pursuing personal projects, such as hobbies. Her weekends were spent at home catching up on old shows she didn’t have time for during the week. It had become mundane and repetitive. It was around this time she thought to herself, "It’s time for me to get back out there and find a man." Besides the two pubs she frequented bi-weekly on Friday nights, she didn't know where else to meet someone.