Ink & appetites

Chapter 1

So, I've decided to take the plunge and start putting my fantasies into words. With a little help from ChatGPT, I've been able to grab the thoughts swirling around in my head and transform them into stories.

I've always been drawn to weight gain and feedism tales, especially as a feeder. But now years later I've found myself on the other side finding myself a feedee. Wanting to read more stories with Male feedee's I decided I would at least put my best effort forward.
I don't have the natural talent of a born writer, lucky for me, I live in an age where creative AI is at my fingertips. And that's how I ended up here, sharing my fantasies with all of you.

Feel free to take any of my stories and run with them. Improve them, continue them—whatever your needs.

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Ana always had an energy you could feel from the next room, a vibrancy that seemed to pulsate with the rhythm of life itself. This was what initially drew Chris to her—her undeniable presence and her stunning aesthetics. Ana stood at 5'7", with a tan, toned body, a testament to her Samoan heritage. Her family had moved to California from Samoa when she was young, bringing with them a rich cultural tapestry that Ana proudly wore on her skin. Over the years, she had adorned her body with tattoos: intricate designs that spoke of her heritage, her passions, and the people who had left an indelible mark on her heart. She even sported two tattoos on her face—one, a traditional chin tattoo, and the other, boldly declaring "FIGHT" across her right brow.
Ana and Chris had been inseparable for the last ten years, their love story beginning in the hallways of their high school. Chris cherished every moment spent with Ana, his devotion deepening as the years passed by. Ana’s hair color was as changeable as the phases of the moon—no shade ever graced her head twice, and Chris joked that companies must be inventing new colors just to keep up with her.
Each new hair color often heralded a shift in Ana's interests—hobbies, desires, even jobs shifted, though she always retained her spot at the local tattoo parlor. It was there, under the buzzing of tattoo guns, that she practiced her art with unwavering dedication. Their wedding six years ago was a spectacle of their unique bond: Ana tattooed Chris’s ring onto his finger during the ceremony, much to his mother’s discomfort, sealing their commitment with ink instead of gold.
With her most recent shift to a striking dark red, Ana brought home more than just a new hair color—she introduced leather bondage gear and a large strap-on into their dynamic. Chris, ever captivated by Ana’s relentless energy, found himself navigating the unfamiliar waters of being the submissive partner. Although initially taken aback, his love for Ana and her electrifying spirit made him eager to explore this new facet of their relationship.