Chapter 1

A ding came from Rebecca’s phone, alerting her to a new notification. A glance at the screen showed her a new message from a dating app. Rebecca had been trying to get back into the dating game for a while now, but with no success. When she did get matches they rarely made it to actual dates in the real world. And those in real life dates never went past the first date. Her last date left her feeling humiliated when he said she looked bigger in real life. Rebecca had left in tears and drowned her sorrows in a pint of ice cream at home. After that awful date she made sure she had several full-length photos of her voluptuous body on her profile so no one could accuse her of catfishing.

Rebecca opened the dating app to read the message. It was a comment from a guy named Sam, and from his photo he looked to be of medium height, medium build, with a mess of brown hair on his head and a happy grin peeking out from a scruffy beard. He sure looked cute enough and friendly enough. He had sent a message to Rebecca commenting on one of her full-figured photos.

“You look stunning! I’d love to take you out for a bite to eat.”

Rebecca grinned, a warm feeling blooming in her chest. It felt nice to be admired for once. She clicked on Sam’s profile to learn more about him before she sent a message back. His bio read:

“Hey there, I’m Sam! I’m looking for that special girl to call my own. I enjoy bluegrass music and surrealist art. I’m pretty good at drawing and photography. I like taking care of people and I love to cook and bake too. One thing is for sure, you will never be hungry with me 😉 Something you should know about me is that I am a feeder and want you fat and happy.”

Rebecca reeled back, startled from the last line in the bio. Sam was a… a feeder? Of course Rebecca knew what that was, but she thought that it was just some weird thing in the dark corners of the internet. Sam looked so… ordinary.

Intrigued, Rebecca scrolled through Sam’s photos. There was a picture of him at a wedding all dressed up, a picture of him at what she guessed was a bluegrass concert, and a photo of him baking. The last picture was of a drawing in a sketchbook. The drawing featured a figured that was obviously Sam holding out a large cake to a very rotund woman.

The imagine sent of shiver of awareness down Rebecca’s spine. Did she feel… turned on? Yes, yes that was what she was feeling. She had never entertained the idea of going out with a feeder before. She never even thought that she would be interested in something like that. Her entire life Rebecca had fought to lose weight, she felt shunned by society and tried desperately to fit in. Maybe it was time to do something radical, something outside the norm. Maybe it was time to embrace her fatness and date someone who appreciated her for it.

Taking a deep breath she went for it. Typing quickly, before she could change her mind, she suggested a bakery in town. Worst comes to worst, she could ditch him and forget the whole thing. But if it worked out… well, then she would be in for a real treat.


***


Rebecca smoothed down her dress for the millionth time. She was nervous, but determined to see this through. Rebecca sat in a booth not made with fat people in mind at the bakery she had suggested to Sam. She had arrived early so that she could squeeze herself into the booth before Sam arrived.

The bells over the door tinkled with noise, and Sam walked in with a smile just as big and happy as in his photos. He walked purposefully over to the booth, sliding in across from Rebecca.

“Rebecca, you look even more ravishing in person. It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Sam.”

Rebecca blushed. She didn’t know why, perhaps it was his charisma and charm, but she felt just like a school girl. “Hi Sam, it’s nice to meet you too.”

“Have you ordered anything yet?” Sam asked.

“No, I was waiting for you.”

“What would you like? I’ll go order it,” Sam said.

Rebecca did not want to look like a pig on their first date, even if Sam was into bigger girls. So while her eyes darted to all of the pastries, cakes, and cookies that she wanted, she only requested a water and a cheese danish. Sam ordered and came back with two waters and her danish.

An awkward pause filled the air as the two of them looked at each other. Rebecca wasn’t really sure what to say. Where did thing go from here?

“I’m sure you must have questions.” Sam finally said.

Rebecca nodded and said hesitantly, “I do. I guess, well, I guess I want to know how the whole feeder thing works?”

Sam nodded, still smiling. “Well, it’s different for different people. For me it’s about taking care of you. Watching you eat,” he nodded to the danish Rebbeca was nibbling on, “and seeing the fruits of my labors makes me very, very happy.”

Rebecca smiled, quirking an eyebrow. “Fruits of your labors?”

Sam ran his tongue over his front teeth and eyed Rebecca’s midsection. “Mmhmm, watching you… get fat.” He said the word “fat” seductively, like it was something exotic and sexy. Rebecca had never heard the word used that way.

“And what if I’m already fat?” Rebecca asked, gesturing to her already pudgy belly.

Sam chuckled. “Oh honey, you’re lovely, but I want you to get bigger. You’ll be absolutely massive when I’m through with you and it will be delicious.”

Goosebumps broke out over Rebecca’s skin and heat curled in her belly. Damn, his voice was so seductive, and she got hot just thinking about ballooning up for him.

“So where do we start?” Rebecca asked, her mouth dry.

Sam’s smile widened. “Come back to my place and I’ll show you.”

Rebecca nodded as she stuffed the last of her danish in her mouth. “Okay.”


***


Sam gave Rebecca the address of his apartment that he rented and said he would meet her there. Rebecca drove to his place, her stomach full of butterflies and an unfamiliar hunger. This was twisted and dark and taboo and she loved it.

Sam pulled up behind Rebecca at his apartment and led her inside. In his arms he carried a bag full of backed goods from the bakery. Rebecca had an inkling that they were not going to be eaten by Sam.

Sam’s apartment was nice with a full kitchen, living room, bathroom, and a large master bedroom. Sam disappeared into the bedroom and came out with a scale, a camera, and a little round thing.

“What’s all that for?” Rebecca asked.

“I like to track the progress of my feedee,” explained Sam.

“Have you done this before?” Asked Rebecca, a feeling of jealousy taking hold.

Sam set the scale on the floor in front of her and turned it on. “Yes, I have.”

Another wave of jealous swept over Rebecca. “How many times? Who were they?”

Sam helped Rebecca onto the scale. “253 lbs, a decent starting weight.” He hmmed to himself. “There were two others. One was when I was a teenager. He was a friend, and we found a mutually beneficial relationship in having me feed him. It wasn’t romantic or sexual at all. It just fulfilled something in us, but we were both lonely and went out separate ways to try and find romance.”

“And the other?” Rebecca asked, feeling calmer.

Sam took out the round thing, which turned out to be a tape measured. He began measuring Rebecca’s body at different places, starting with her belly and hips and moving on to her arms, thighs, and even her neck.

“She was my first love. Only a little chubby when we first met, a nice 175 lbs. I got her up to 312. She was ballooning so nicely,” Sam sounded wistful. “But then she decided she didn’t want to be fat anymore. She went on a diet and lost most of what she had put on. I tried to stay and be supportive, but I fell out of love.”

Rebecca’s jealousy waned. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

Sam shrugged. “It happens. Is this your first time as a feedee?”

Rebecca blushed. “Yes.”

Sam put away the measuring tape. “I’d like to get some photos, so we can do a before and after. Would you mind removing your dress?”

Rebecca swallowed nervously. C’mon Rebecca, in for a penny, in for a pound. You can do it, she said to herself. Self consciously she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Rebecca was wearing a baby pink bra and thong set. Her large belly hung over her thong, and her breasts spilled out of her bra.

“You are… simply breathtaking,” Sam murmured, licking his lips.

Rebecca blushed as pink as her undergarments, and Sam got to work taking his photos. He had her pose for some, with her hands behind her head and her legs staggered apart. She felt exposed and on display, but Rebecca found that she liked it. For the first time in her life she was accepted for being fat. More than that, her fatness was encouraged.

“Now, why don’t we get some food into you,” said Sam.

Sam had Rebecca sit on his sofa and he brought out all of the baked good he had bought. Rebecca was still in her underwear, but she felt sexy. She noticed how Sam’s eye lit up when she sat down and her stomach turned into several rolls of fat. She started to get turned on when Sam began to feed her. She had thought that he would just watch as she fed herself but no, Sam sat next to her and fed her pastry after pastry. If she was too slow he would stuff the entire thing in her mouth to encourage her to chew faster. She had never felt sexier in her life.

When Rebecca had finished the first bag her mouth and chin were covered in frosting, and flaky crumbs littered her bosom. She thought for sure she must look like a pig. Sam reverently rubbed her belly, occasionally changing things up by jiggling the fat.

“You’re doing so well my sweet. Would you like something to drink?”

Rebecca nodded. “Please.”

Sam went into the kitchen and came back with a carton of heavy cream. Rebecca was a little taken aback. She had never drank heavy cream before. But Sam didn’t give her time to protest, he put the carton up to her lips and poured. Rebecca had no choice but to begin swallowing or else she’d choke. Sam didn’t let up, when Rebecca went to moved away he placed a firm hand under her chin and held her steady, forcing the tricky, creamy liquid down her gullet.

At last the carton was empty, and Rebecca’s chest heaved as she tried to suck in air. Some of the cream dribbled down the sides of her mouth. She had barely caught her breath and Sam was there stuffing more cakes and cookies in her mouth.

“Such a good girl. I’m gonna fatten you up, you’ll be so fat you won’t be able to move without my assistance. My own personal blimp,” Sam said with glee.

Rebecca’s eyes widened, but she didn’t stop chewing or try to fight him. She submitted totally to being fattened by Sam. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her next.