The female feeder turned feedee

Chapter 1 - The Female Feeder Turned Feedee

Authors Note: A one-off story made possible by support from my P*a*t*r*e*o*n. Enjoy!

The Female Feeder Turned Feedee


Let me start off by saying I’m not a very promiscuous woman. I lost my virginity five years ago, right after my 21st birthday.


I was a late bloomer, okay? Don’t judge me. Besides, it was well worth the wait…


I’d known Chris since college orientation, he’d been my RA freshman year, and teammate on our school’s track & field team. He was a year ahead of me, but since we both did long jump, we became fast friends. At 6’2, Mr. tall dark and handsome was 170lbs of pure muscle, he was every girl’s dream, except mine.


My crush on him didn’t truly develop until my junior year. After spending an indulgent summer with his girlfriend at the time, Chris had arrived back on campus looking quite a bit different than when he’d left it. Mr. tall dark and handsome had put on some serious relationship weight.


He was pretty thin before, but after gaining roughly 40 pounds of glorious blubber, that wasn’t the case anymore. To someone that didn’t know he was supposed to be an athlete, Chris probably looked like an average frat bro who enjoyed too many beers on the weekend. He carried most of his new weight in his tummy and face. With a noticeable double chin, round belly, chubby cheeks, and a softened-up chest. However, to someone like me who knew him before he’d absolutely let himself go, he looked like he’d gotten totally fat.


And just like that, overnight, I went from friend-zoning the guy to crushing on him harder than I’d ever crushed on someone before in my life.


You see, I have a little shameful secret. I hate the term, but I suppose you could call me a ‘feeder.’ In other words, I am helplessly turned on by the idea of someone eating a lot of food, usually junk food, and putting on excessive amounts of weight. I usually fantasize about men, but not exclusively. I think girls putting on weight are pretty hot too.


Oh, it's probably related, but I'm also a bit of a fitness nut. I guess I enjoy the idea of contrast in a sexual relationship.


Anyway, my fascination with Chris only intensified when I overheard some teammates teasing him for getting so out of shape. He’d gone from being the best long jumper on the men’s team, to the worst. I couldn’t resist joining in. Poking and prodding his newfound belly with a familiar lust I normally reserved for my fetish fantasizes, I knew I had to have him.


Of course, he was dating someone. That posed a problem, but I had a solution. I felt somewhat guilty about it, but I began doing things to subtly encourage him to consume more. My encouragement quickly turned into an obsession for me. I brought things to practice like snacks I knew he’d enjoy. At parties I pressured him to drink as much as possible. When Chris was drunk, he turned into a true glutton. He’d eat anything and everything I put in front of him, and boy did I do my best to fatten that man up.


He would complain, but he would always eat. I often heard him saying things like:


“Ughh… I’m getting so fat. I gotta stop eating so much.”


“I’m such a fatty. I can’t even fit into my singlet.”


“I’ve never been this heavy before… I really need to lose weight.”


To tell you the truth, comments like these would deeply upset me. For one thing, I didn’t want Chris purposely depriving himself. I didn’t want him to be unhappy, but most of all I didn’t want him to lose weight.


Around the time winter season rolled around, Chris had packed on another 20lbs, and I was loving it. At 230lbs, he was beginning to look genuinely overweight, and his girlfriend was starting to give him grief about it. I would tell him he wasn’t fat, and that he looked good with a bit more meat on him, but compliments from me, a friend, only went so far.


And then, two months later, his girlfriend finally dumped him, and I was able to seize the opportunity. Hauling around 250lbs of bummed out blubber, as Chris was around the time spring season was starting, he was easy pickings. Desperate for a rebound, and short on options, he couldn’t resist me and my perfect figure.


I was very open with Chris about my virginity, but he didn’t seem to mind. He told me he was into rough sex but was totally happy limiting things in the bedroom to only stuff I was comfortable with. While all my fantasies revolved around dominantly feeding him in the bedroom, I was so complacent in my victory that I decided to give my soon-to-be helpless fat boyfriend whatever he wanted our first time together.


We agreed to get dinner and drinks first, which was good because I wanted to watch him make a pig of himself before I let him have his way with me.


He picked me up in his blue jeep wrangler around nine. However, those plans were quickly abandoned after I got in the car, and we started flirting.


Seeing the way his seatbelt dug into his soft blubbery gut got me immensely turned on. As I was prattling on about something totally not important, I felt his hand slowly touch my thigh. I immediately stopped talking mid-sentence. I wanted him, there and then.


What can I say, it had been 21 years, I was impatient. Besides, it appeared he wanted me too.


I looked at Chris and told him that I wanted sex ASAP while grabbing his hand, and slowly guiding it under my skirt, in between my thighs. Seeing the buttons on his flannel so strained against his colossal gut made me so wet, he had no trouble sliding his fingers into me gently at first and then a little harder, I couldn’t help but moan. One of my hands unconsciously touched his gut, squeezing him, and the other clung to his meaty forearm. He was touching me so good that my foot inadvertently hit his gear and moved it into neutral. Oops.


Can you blame me?


He questioned if I wanted to lose my virginity in his car and I ordered him to find somewhere quiet and empty.


After a short drive to a parking lot near an old graveyard, we parked, and everything just happened; we were like two magnets. We wanted each other badly; I don’t think I have ever wanted anyone that bad. I saw a whole new side of myself, and I loved it. I was like an animal.


As soon as we took off our seat belts, we went for it. I could still feel the taste of his lips on mine and how I felt in that exact moment. He liked to give it rough. He grabbed me by my neck, choked me, then kissed me and told me to get to the back, I did as I was told crawling between the two front seats, a narrow space I knew he was too thick to fit through.


Trying to follow me without thinking, poor fat Chris got his big fat gut stuck between the two seats. His struggle was so sexy. I could see his dominant bravado disappearing with every extra desperate moment he tried to escape his embarrassing situation.


I was so, so, so turned on. I couldn’t resist reaching under him and rubbing his d*ck through his pants. I wanted my man just as tantalizingly aroused as I was.


“What’s wrong baby? Stuck?” I cooed with a blissful smile on my face, “Looks like you might be a little too wide to follow me.”


“A-are you enjoying this?” He wondered, blushing fiercely.


“I will once you get your fat ass back here and f*ck me!” I grunted impatiently trying not to let on that I enjoyed his weighty struggles more than I suitably should.


Backing out and unwedging himself from between the seats, Chris exited through the driver door and reentered through the spacious passenger door. Meanwhile, my libido was skyrocketing, everything about this tight spaced scenario and his growing body drove me wild!


I was quick to help pull him inside, get his shirt off and get him on his back. I loved the way his boxers briefly folded under his gut, as I was trying to get his pants off. Then I pulled his d*ck out and took it all the way inside my mouth. This wasn’t my first blowjob, I wanted to show him I had some experience in the bedroom even if it wasn’t strictly bumping fuzzies. I loved hearing him moan as I got to work, and I especially loved seeing his big round mountain of a hairy gut as I looked up at him during the blowjob. Sucking him off made me so wet.


After a bit, I got up looked him in his eyes and told him to f*ck me. It was his turn to take control and I let him do it. I couldn’t stop thinking about his fat d*ck inside me. He handled me rough, yet carefully, ripping off my shirt, my bra, my skirt, and my undies before asserting himself on top of me. His full weight pressing against me, and his belly pinning me down sent chills down my spine. It was so hot. I came shortly after he started to ravage me. I grabbed a handful of his excess flesh around his belly while I screamed with joy.


Next thing I knew, he turned me over, and carefully slipped himself inside me from behind. I felt him entering me and couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. My entire body felt a shock of pleasure. It was an incredible sensation, he thrust himself deep inside me. Slowly, then quickly. He pulled my hair, and spanked my ass so hard, all while I moaned loudly, begging him to f*ck me harder. I climaxed again. Right after, suddenly I heard him let out one last loud moan before he finished as well.


It was the best sex of my life.


Chris and I saw each other many more times that semester, and I even managed to put a few more pounds on him, but alas all good things come to an end. Over the summer he lost weight, and just like that, my obsession with him vanished and we broke up.


…


Fast forward to the present, and here I am, 26 years old, and the manager of a small marketing team. It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex, but that’s okay, I’ve been too consumed with work lately anyway. I’ve been seeing friends less, getting to the gym less, doing less of everything really besides working, sitting and eating.


Far removed from the fit college athlete I used to be, I guess you could say I’ve let myself go a little bit. It’s not my fault. Tight abdominals are hard to maintain when office sweets suddenly become more accessible than fresh veggies from the old college cafeteria.


Thanks to my indulgent and sedentary lifestyle I said ‘by-by’ to my fit muscle butt and ‘hello’ to my fashionably fat behind. Thanks to its increased girth and width, I felt my ass practically deserved its own area code.


But I’m far too harsh on myself. While my wardrobe may be a little tighter than I prefer it, and my weight was probably 40 pounds above what I weighed in college, I hardly looked bad. Big breasts, big ass, no double chin, I was the envy of the office and that’s the way I liked it.


Enter Rebecca, my new intern. Fresh out of college, a former track & field athlete like me, this was a girl who always went out of her way to impress me. She ran out and got me coffee and donuts every morning and kept me company during lunch. Though skinny women weren’t usually my thing, I had to admit I found her attractive.


My little crush was probably amplified by the fact that I’m her boss, but I knew for a fact that she had eyes for me.


Dressed as I was, simple knee-length grey skirt and a white blouse, it wasn’t like I was dressed to impress, yet I still felt Rebecca’s eyes on me every time I bent over. I even caught her staring at the way my breasts fill out my blouse during a meeting. In my mind it was obvious, I needed to make a move. The problem of course was that it was against company policy.


That’s when I got the most brilliant idea and invited Rebecca along with me on to a little conference across the country. We exchange a clear message through our eyes, silently. Rebecca eagerly accepted, and everything was a go.


The small seaside town was plenty busy when we arrived at our hotel. I hadn’t made my move yet, so I proposed we grab some lunch at the little café across the street and then head over to the beach. Walking over, I felt a strange mixture of excitement and anxiety. Fear of rejection apparently still bothered me after all these years. Both of us had taken turns in the hotel bathroom changing clothes. Since we were both women, I’d assumed we’d just change in front of one another, but apparently Rebecca was a little shy.


Once we found a table in the empty café we ordered some refreshments, I observed with delight how Rebecca had on some denim shorts that were barely there and a white shirt so carelessly buttoned that most of her flat tanned stomach and tiny black bra showed through it. I loved the way her small but perky breasts filled out her bra.


“Hey gorgeous, eyes up here,” she said and winked, having caught me gawking.


Blushing with glee, I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t expected her to be this forward.


Flustered as I was, Rebecca bent toward me and whispered in my ear, “No need to be embarrassed, I want this.”


Before I could say something, she put her lips on my own. I was so stunned that before I could react, her hand slipped past my decorative scarf, through the neck of my summer dress and expertly inside my bra to cup my breast. When we broke free, I was breathless and blushing to my roots.


“I want this too.” I admitted grabbing the recent college graduate’s hand and pulling her out of the café.


Hurrying back to the hotel, I found myself out of breath by the time we reached the elevator. Either my dry spell was getting to me, or it was the excitement from the situation. It couldn’t be how out of shape I was.


“Don’t run much anymore do ya?” Rebecca bashfully inquired, noticing I’d broken a sweat and placing her hand on my soft pooching tummy.


“I run my mouth, that’s about it.” I joked acknowledging my lack of fitness, while Rebecca squeezed my gut and gave one of my love-handles an embarrassing poke.


Entering the elevator once it opened, I was again taken by surprise. The moment the doors closed to take us up to our floor, Rebecca pinned my hands over my head and pressed me to the wall as her tongue darted deep in my mouth. I responded by touching her tongue with mine. Her shirt had come open, so her tiny breasts pressed to my own larger, but slightly sagging ones. She was shorter, much skinnier, and probably weaker than me. I could have pushed her away easily, but there was something about the self-assured way with which she made her move that made her irresistible.


We stumbled together in my room and Rebecca pushed me so hard onto the bed that I gave a surprised yelp. She raised my dress to my hips and yanked my granny-panties down in one swift move. I gushed in surprise and sat up in bed. Rebecca, showing surprising strength, pushed me back on my back. She planted her knees on either side of my thick waist and held my hands with one of her own over my head.


“You like this don’t you, boss?” she asked, while she bent over to kiss me. Her mouth tasted of mint chewing gum. Her hand moved to cup my breasts as we kissed. This time I pushed my tongue against hers and weakly tried to free my arms.


“Mh-mh-mh, don’t resist.” she smiled, as she pulled the scarf from around my neck, took both my wrists and tied them to the bedpost with the scarf.


‘I am seriously letting this skinny chick tie me to the bedpost?’ I thought in amusement, as Rebecca securely fastened my restraints.


I felt her hands working the buttons of my dress and the expertly undo my bra hook. Rebecca took my right breast in her palm and kneaded it while her mouth went to work on my left nipple. I sighed and arched my back. Rebecca took her time kissing my nipples alternately before moving down to kiss my stomach.


I was painfully aware of my roll of fat there, but my young lover did not seem to care. In fact, she seemed to like it.


She slowly licked my navel and my sides, stopping only to ask, “Are you hungry?”


“Yeah, a bit.” I replied truthfully.


“Hmm, I’ve got an idea.” Rebecca replied before blindfolding me with a pair of black tights she pulled from her bag.


Before I knew it, I had a Luna bar stuffed into my mouth. I didn’t know how to feel, for the first time in my life I was experiencing the very thing I used to do to all my lovers… and I wasn’t hating it! In fact, it was turning me on something fierce!


After chowing down on a few bites, Rebecca would give me a kiss before moving lower and licking my body with her tongue. After the first protein bar, she licked my neck. After the second, my breasts. The third, my stomach. Even though I was full by this point, I understood what Rebecca had communicated to me without a single word. I kept eating, and she kept licking.


Her moves felt practiced, deliberate. She seemed to be in no hurry while I was close to climaxing for the first time already. Her tongue was sending shockwaves through my body.


‘She is so in control!’ I couldn’t help, but think, before moaning, “Rebecca… pleaseee… Ohhhh…”


My legs began shaking, my body began thrashing, by stuffed belly, jiggling. I was feeling faint with arousal now.


“It’s okay, you can c*m for me fatty.” Rebecca teased, as I thrust my ample hips at her while her tongue resumed ferociously penetrating me. The orgasm when it came, nearly left me unconscious. It got better when my lover mounted me, pinned my legs with hers and again kissed my mouth hard.


I responded hungrily while her hands explored my smooth soft body, “Do you have anything else to eat?”



…


A year later, I lay in bed buried by pizza boxes. Stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey on a typical Tuesday night, my conventional beauty has been marred by the current puffiness of my face and vast expanses of excess fat across my body. At 300 pounds, I move with the slow deliberateness of a ship and eat with the unyielding determination of a cow. Yet still Rebecca loves me and cares for me. To her, I’m the most beautiful thing that’s ever lived, and to be completely honest I wouldn’t have it any other way.


My days as a feeder are long behind me, my days as a feedee, have only just begun… So far, it’s been well worth the weight…