Chapter 1

Ella Andrews had it all. Except the one thing she truly wanted. After taking over the family real estate business, she quickly grew the company into the biggest commercial real estate company in the state. A few years later, her company became one of the top ten realtors in the country. Ella was a shrewd and ruthless businesswoman, never taking no for an answer and stepping on anyone or anything that got in her way. But, the complete lack of a love life had her perpetually sad and lonely. Long work hours severely limited what she was seeking. Not that she hadn’t had opportunities to achieve her desired relationship. Ella was a feeder. And she wanted nothing more than to find an obedient, submissive feedee. While she had several feedees before, the relationships always fizzled out. She could never find her perfect feedee, instead she was continuously ghosted or let down by a lack of commitment or desire to truly become obese. After being stood up yet again, she returned home, poured a large glass of wine, and wrote a set of plans to find, keep, and grow her perfect feedee. Determined to put her perfect plan into motion, she started searching through the internet to find her perfect, pliable man to grow beyond her desires. She knew she couldn’t be caring and sensitive like she was in her past feedist relationships. She would stop at nothing this time. And like business, she would not take no for an answer. So when a new user named feedyourpiggy joined her favorite feedism website, her heart skipped a beat.

She was intrigued. Could she have found her perfect man? Her dream feedee? Has fate finally rewarded her patience with someone she could enact her perfect plan? She had her doubts. He was middle aged and 10 years older than her. He was also tiny, only 150 lbs. He couldn’t possibly be the feedee for her, he was all skin and bones. She had been through this before, making a connection with a possible feedee, only for him to turn out to be a jerk that just wanted to get off. Those were the only thoughts that floated through her head. He’s probably just another creep, a fake wannabe, or scammer. But maybe, just maybe he would be different.

Danny Morrison was a shy, timid man. He allowed himself to be walked over and taken advantage of. After years of failed relationships and playing the corporate game, he had had enough. He decided that he was finally going to fulfill his lifelong dream. He was finally going to give into his deepest and darkest desires. He was determined to gain weight, a lot of weight, all he needed was a dominant feeder. One that would never allow him to stop growing. He was scared. He had suppressed his inner desires the minute he discovered them. When he read Ellafeedsyou’s profile, shortly after he signed up for a feedism website, butterflies filled his stomach and he dreamed of someday, being fed to the brim by her. He wanted a feeder to guide him and help him to completely give in to the feedist lifestyle. To him, feedism was a way of life, not just a fetish. He wanted a feeder who felt the same. A feeder to stuff him immensely, 24/7, and never let him stop growing. He was incredibly worried. She seemed to good to be true. Her profile contained everything single thing he desired in a feeder and everything he wanted in a feedism relationship. He was certain that he would mess this up and scare her away. Nervously, he sent her a dm.

His profile is what intrigued her the most. His words seemed to dance in her mind and excited her greatly. Submissive, ssbhm, lifestyle not fetish, 24/7 control, no limits, immobility, all turned her on to no end. She especially loved his short story at the end of his profile.

She carefully let her guard down and responded to his dm. Surprising to both of them, their conversation went smoothly. They had a lot in common and really clicked well. They found out they enjoyed the same music, tv shows, and hobbies, among many other shared interests. They talked for hours and were so intrigued by the conversation and each other that they lost track of time. Reluctantly, they exchanged phone numbers and parted, both very excited for what the future held.

Over the next few days they talked frequently. She mixed long conversations with short, flirty texts. Sometimes she responded right away, other times she made him wait. She wanted to be in complete control of the conversation. She wanted to assert her dominance, along with steering him in the right direction. She knew she needed to mold him into her perfect feedee so that he would not disappoint or flake on her. Sticking to the plan was a must.

After two weeks he was elated to still be talking to her. He loved talking to her and he was falling fast. He longed for a text from her when he was at work. He adored their late night, long feedist conversations. Although he was shy and quiet, she managed to get him to open up about himself and all his inner fantasies and desires. He felt elated and free to finally to finally be able to voice all of his deeper desires. How he longed to become her submissive feedee. Owned by a dominant feedress who would control everything. Forcing him to double his weight in a year, then go from there. 400. 500. 600. Immobile. No limits. She loved hearing these words. And couldn’t wait to make them a reality.

It was then that she knew she needed to up the ante. She needed to make sure he would commit to growing for her. Even more importantly, she needed him to completely submit to her. From now on, she demanded he would eat and stuff while they talked. And he wouldn’t stop stuffing his face until they stopped talking. If he was going to become her feedee, he would need to be trained to stuff constantly and get used to eating ungodly amounts of food. He was happy and excited to oblige.

Over the next couple of months, she tested his desires and appetite to ensure he had what it took to satisfy her feeder desires. She was so proud when he devoured an entire large pizza during their first feedist session. She got off pushing his buttons and making him eat a family size bag of chips at work, to go with his large sub with extra Mayo and extra large pop. After the first month, he gained 5 pounds. While happy, she wanted much, much more. So she upped the ante again. She wanted complete control of his diet and he was happy to oblige. She sent him her meal plan, 3 gut busting meals a day. She didn’t bother him during these meals to test his commitment. Instead, she started to only communicate between, forcing him to snack and stuff outside of her giant meals. On top of everything, she decided to add a giant stuffing session once a week. It quickly became both of their favorite parts of the week. Whether it was forcing him into the pig onesie she bought him while eating a cake like a pig with no hands, a giant McDonald’s feast, or a calorie bomb of a gainer shake, they were both living and enjoying their deepest feedist desires. After another week and 9 more pounds, pushing him to 164 lbs, she forced him to chug 4 pints of ice cream. He struggled before to drink 2, but she really wanted to push his limits. He drank 2 with no issue this time. Danny struggled with the third pint, but eventually chocked it down. Bloated and burping constantly, there was no way he thought he could fit in another pint. But when she said,

“If you really want to be my feedee, you’d drink it all. I can’t be with someone who isn’t devoted to me and devoted to the cause. If you really wanted to be my feedee, you wouldn’t question me or what I am shoving down your throat. Drink it now or this is over.”

He grabbed the final pint, and without thinking, chugged the entire thing. He had never been more full in his entire life. He was in a stuffed euphoria that he had never felt before. A feeling unlike any drug he had ever experienced. And in that food drunk feeling he found the courage to ask for a date, to be fed by her in real life. Stuffed beyond capacity, he feared that he blew it. It would be a few days until he heard from her again…