chapter 1

Ch 1
I was never the guy to score a date with.....really any type of girl. My awkwardness and my baby fat made it difficult to have the confidence to really make a connection. So at the age of 19 I decided to browse the web with the intent to find some kind of hookup or date. Though I quickly realized it sounded easier than it was, rejection after rejection made me abandon my set fetishes that I listed on the sites, and branch out to more things that I'd have better luck with, one of these was Feederism. A food and fat centered relationship, it was perfect for me, so I set my username Hansel31 and waited catch a bite. It was more sets of dead-ends. And I was about to give up on online dating in whole, when I received a message.

GingerWitch: You seem to be lookin for something, what would it be?
Hansel31: Just looking for a date, but every girl on this site forgets the in-person part.
GingerWitch: Funny, if it's a date you want all you have to do is ask.
Hansel31: Sure.....are you a feedee or feeder?
GingerWitch: I'm a mistress feeder. So come to Burger Planet on Haight Street in the city saturday night and bring an appetite.

I couldn't believe it. My first date, and with a person who would find me sexy. I quickly checked my college class schedule and promised I'd be there.
I took the train to the Haight, and walked until I found my destination. A two story restaurant, with a space theme, and food that made my mouth water.
Ginger (that was the name I was told to call her by) was sitting in a corner booth. She was in her mid 20s, some kind of asian descent, wearing a dark short dress, and bright red lipstick, and she looked even better in person.
I walked over to her corner booth and waved when she saw me.
"Hi I'm Greg. From online." I said trying to sound more confident. She smirked and patted the empty seat next to her. I sat down wondering what to do next, when the waitress put down a big basket of fries, a dozen chicken strips, and six half pound hamburgers dripping with grease and condiments.
Now I didn't get to be chubby by ignoring good looking food, so I reached over to grab some fries, when Ginger softly yet firmly grabbed my hand. "Not yet, my hungry date, first we have to wait on Hanna."
"Who?" I asked to which Ginger pointed a perfectly manicured nail at a freckled pudgy redheaded girl around my age walking towards the booth.
"Oh Ginger, I didn't realize there would be someone else here." The girl said twirling a strand her long curly hair.
"Oh Hanna don't worry, Greg here is more than happy to share the food and the love." I nodded dumbly, being more confused than angry. Hanna reluctantly sat opposite me. I hadn't expected another girl to show up, yet I wasn't complaining, especially when Ginger said.
"And don't be afraid to go a little wild, the owner of this restaurant is a dear friend of mine, who as a matter of fact, is closing early for us." Ginger said gesturing to the whole restaurant. Which was emptying quickly of customers. Soon the three of us had the upper loft alone, the food's scent was driving me crazy, but I wasn't alone. Hanna was biting her lower lip and tapping her fingers against the metal table between us.
With barely a busboy near us, Ginger told each of us to stand up. I quickly stood while Hanna hesitated though followed a few seconds later.
"Now, through what you two have told me, you both are very curious young adults, right?" Hanna and I nodded.
"And you've had no experience in dating?" We nodded.
"And, you want this experience?"
"Good.....Take off your clothes." Ginger said to which even I hesitated.
"You two will undress, and eat. Whoever devours the most food, gets to f**k me." Ginger explained.
I looked down on my small belly muffin topping my shorts wondering if I would sink just a bit lower, when a denim skirt and white panties were thrown on the floor. I looked over to my fellow feedee as she was down to her bra which was quickly coming off. I sighed and followed suit and tore of my own clothes, until Hanna and I were naked as the day we were born.
Ginger stood up and seemed to inspect us both. She squeezed my left moob and pinched Hanna's butt, before whispering in our ears.
"Eat." Hanna and I dove back into the booth while Ginger grabbed a chair and sat gazing at both of us.
I grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them into my mouth, chewing as little as possible. The grease dripped down my chin and onto my chest, I ignored it as Hanna was giving me tough competition, she grabbed a burger in each hand trying to take a bite out of both at the same time, succeeding to a point while smearing her face yellow with mustard. Finishing both in under a few seconds before grabbing another set of burgers.
I continued to shovel in fries, only to make my mouth dry, not wanting to lose I grabbed a chicken strip drenching it in ranch and pushed it in with the fries. In between bites of food I would take sips from a chocolate milkshake, Hanna would lift her cup and pour her milkshake straight down her gullet. I tried to keep my mind focused on Ginger and the rewad she promised, but I couldn't help but become a little distracted by Hanna's large freckled breasts, she was eating so fast they would occasionally jiggle, only making my erection cry out in pain. After 15 minutes of speed eating, both me and Hanna started to feel the effects of the family sized portions in our bellies.
I couldn't see how much was on my face, but my competition on the other hand was a lesson in napkin use, with a fast food rainbow on her face and chest, with even a few drops of catsup in her copper hair.
"Don't tell me my pigs are starting to get full, neither of you will get to feel me, without finishing." Ginger informed as her grin widened, with what I could only guess was an idea.
"Perhaps you two need some encouragement." She then reached under the table and grabbed my rock hard cock with one hand, and I assume rubbing Hanna's pussy with the other. We both gasped as she began to stroke us.
"I'll continue IF, you two will be good and finish up." The both of us then dove in with renewed vigor. I no longer paid attention to what I was eating, the food blended into a greasy flavor as I inhaled the remaining fries. Even as my vision began to grow fuzzy I still ate. I took this at the time as being the result of eating so much in so little time.
In my last moments of clarity, I noticed I was eating the last entree there, a burger, while Hanna was face-planted in a grease pooled plate. I had won, but Ginger began to increase the speed of her handjob, and I began to feel dizzy until my climax knocked me out.

When I woke up, I was laying on a king sized bed...no I was chained to it, by the ankle. I tried to sit up to tug at it but my drum-tight gut shocked me with pain. I looked over to my right and saw a cinderblock wall, and in front of me lay a metal door. I looked to my left and saw the awakening Hanna chained to the bed rubbing her pregnant-looking belly with closed eyes, various condiments drying on her body. I was in a similar state, gut stretched with veins pulsing, with sauces drying on my skin. We lay there nursing our expanded guts when a squeal of the door caught our attention
"Seems my two piggies are awake."