Valentines Day Special

Chapter 1 - Valentines Day Special

Valentines Day Feeding
By: Kanari Writes

It was a cold February morning, snow still falling silently outside like it has been for the past few days, most work places in town have closed down because of the intense snow storm that has rolled through the state. The silence of the room was broken by the groans of one Sarah Smith. This is her story “Nnnng. Google . . . What time is it?” I asked, after a few minutes processing the Google Dot with a booming loud voice announces.
“It is ten A.M. Sarah.” Wincing from the booming loud speaker I quickly presses the minus button on the volume several times. I had forgotten that I had turned it up loud to listen to music before going to bed.

“You up sunshine?” Came a sultry voice from the door.

“Hey sweetie” I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes to wipe the dust of last nights sleep from my eyes. The man that was standing in the open door is my boyfriend Jeremy. Slowly he makes his way to my bed and places his hand on my thigh. My heart began to race and I could feel a slight blush begin to spread across my cheeks.

“So, how did you sleep princess?” He cooed into my ear at a soft whisper brushing a lose strand of hair that hung in front of my face away from my face and tucked it back behind my ear.

“I slept good, had another dream we were making love again.” I admitted my face growing a significantly deeper shade of red. This man makes me feel all tingly inside and I have no control over it. Why does he make me want him so bad? I have no clue why, only thing I know is that his presence and his voice are addicting. It's like a drug that I can't break from. I thought to myself.

“Did you now?” He asked smirking with his hand still on my thigh, as he gave it a gentle squeeze. The flesh of my thighs malleable to his strong yet gentle fingers. They just sank in as if they were stress toys for him to play with. I sat there giggling like a school girl. Even though we have been going steady for a few years now. I moved in with him a few months ago because I had lost my job and couldn't pay the rent on my apartment. Well Jeremy had an extra room and felt bad for me, so he let me move in and stay there rent free. His parents own the home we're are living in so we don't have to pay for much besides electricity, gas and garbage.

“How about some breakfast sweetie?” Jeremy says as he gently grabs my chin with his other hand and brings our lips in close for a kiss that never came. My heart raced and I began to tremble at his touch. I nod slightly telling him that I heard and understood him. He pulls away teasing me making me want him more. I whimper softly really wanting that kiss and more. “Good girl, I will make you some pancakes while you get dressed.” He said as he got up leaving me there in a horny daze. My brain couldn't process that he was gone until a few minutes after he left the room, lips trembling from wanting him. I would give anything for him, I'd even sell my soul for him. After a few moments I stood up and walked to the closet. I say walked but lately it has been more of a slight waddle.

Reaching into my closet I rummage through what clean clothes I do have left. I haven't done laundry yet this week. After a good five minutes of rummaging around I pull out a pair of Denim skinny jeans and a fluffy pink sweater that had embroidered cats all over the front. “Ah these will do nicely!” I compliment myself holding the two sets of clothes up in the mirror. Setting the clothes down I walk . . . or waddle towards the dresser and pull out a cute pair of pink lace panties with a butterfly bow in the front and a pink front clasp bra. I can't stand the ones that clasp in the back. Too much hassle to get them on from behind you, or off for that matter.

Sliding my panties and bra on was the easy part when it came to my skinny jeans I had to lay on the bed and suck in my belly as much as I could just to get them to zip up and button. Finally getting them on I struggle to sit up. You could hear the seams dangerously splitting as I slowly attempted to sit up and I struggled praying that the pants don't burst open on me. I let out a few grunts as I attempt push myself off the bed. With a few attempts . . . and panting I finally stand up. “Phew, I need to go on a diet.” I say to myself looking myself in the mirror the muffin top being so prominent now. I'm not sure how I'm keeping my button from exploding off of my large belly. Deciding it's too much effort to get undressed and redressed I slip a belt around the loops and tighten it hoping that it will hold out until I can lose some weight. I slipped on my fuzzy sweater and headed to the kitchen the smell of bacon and pancakes filling the entire house. “Mmmm, that smells lovely Jeremy! Though I think I should go on a bit of a diet.” I admit shame in my voice and patting my muffin top which is well hidden by the thickness of the sweater.

“Awe, sweetie.” He cooed “You don't have to go on a diet. You are beautiful the way you are.” He tells me as he pulls me into his arms. His scent filling my nose making me forget all about my problems.”Promise me that you wont worry about your weight with me. I love you the way you are chubby or thin.” He explained pulling my head into his chest as he held me. My face flushed red, my heart fluttering and me hanging on the edge of every word he said. Nuzzling into his chest I resolved to not worry about my weight as long as he loves me. “Come sit princess, you must be starved.” He says as he guides me to a chair. As I sit down I can feel the pains of how painfully tight my pants are. The button cutting into my soft pale belly and my sides flaring out over the waistband of my skinny jeans.

I reach down in a vein attempt to relieve some pressure from my pants by attempting to unbutton them, the pants are restricting my breathing to a certain degree. My chubby fingers fiddle with the button but cant quite get a grasp on it, it's too deep into my belly to effectively unbutton my pants. Jeremy sets down a plate with several pancakes drenched in melted butter and syrup. “What's wrong honey? Your pants giving you trouble?” He asks with a smirk knowing full well what the problem was. I whimper and nod as his hands slowly pull off my sweater to reveal my pink bra and the very evident muffin top. “My, my it's a wonder you even fit into those jeans!” He teases as he slowly rubs his hand on the bulging belly that is overflowing over my pants. It didn't take long with him playing with my belly to get me excited again and yearning for him.

“D - don't tease me honey, please.” I whimper as he continues to grope and squish my belly fat between his strong yet gentle fingers. He chuckles at me and kisses the side of my neck causing me to gasp and squirm softly in the chair, which creaks threateningly from the amount of weight I had gained over the past few months after I moved in. “H – honey be careful this chair sounds like its going to break.” I warn as he continues kissing the side of my neck disregarding my warning. “H – hey now! I'm ticklish!” I whimper out between giggles.

“I know it's the best.” He growled into my ear as his hands gently squeezed and massaged my muffin top. “You're getting so plump for daddy.” He whispers into my ear sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. I whimper as I nod my head in full submission of this man. My boyfriend my . . . master.

“Yes daddy, I am.” I whimper “W – will you please unbutton my pants? It hurts.” I plead between shallow breaths and whimpers. He smirks as his hands slowly slide down my sides and gather around the buried button that is cutting into me. With one quick motion he unzips my pants, my belly now spilling below my button adds just that bit more pressure it needed to go PING and fly off my pants leaving me panting and a blushing mess in daddy's arms.”Oh fuck that was hot” I mumble as my yearning for him grows even stronger. Only then do I look down at the plate of pancakes he so generously placed in front of me. It didn't take long for me to notice that they were seven pancakes in the shape of a heart. “Huh?” I look up at him with a inquisitive look behind my eyes.

“What? Did you forget today was Valentines Day?” He chuckled ruffling my hair messing it up, not that I even brushed it today.

“Yea, I did. I'm sorry. The days have been kinda running together ever since I lost my job and moved in.” I admit sounding defeated. Jeremy gently grabs my chin between his index finger and thumb and raises my chin from the ground to his face to look him in his perfectly blue eyes.

“Don't worry my dear, I make enough for the both of us at my fathers company. So you just relax and eat. We will go clothes shopping later seeing as your “BURSTING” out of your current ones.” He says causing a blush to spread across my face and me to look away unable to deny the hold on me he had.

“It's really your fault, you keep feeding me such wonderful treats and meals.” I reluctantly say turning my head away blushing in embarrassment.

“Oh? You want me to stop making you such delicious snacks and meals?” He teases as he gets on his knees and licks my stomach which sends electricity through my womanhood. God why is he able to play me like a fiddle? I think to myself. I look down to see him staring at me obviously waiting for an answer with a devilish smirk spread across his handsomely sculpted face.

“N – no I don't want you to stop.” I whine. Jeremy then continues to lick my belly sending shocks of lust throughout my body. Why does this turn me on so much?

“You better get to eating before those pancakes get cold.” He mutters as he nibbles at my fat belly. I obediently began to eat the pancakes, they were pumpkin spice pancakes with a whiskey maple syrup coating. The taste danced along my tongue as I mindlessly and ravenously ate them without a second thought. Unaware that Jeremy had used appetite stimulants in the making of these pancakes. After seven delicious pancakes my fork scraped the bottom of the plate bringing me back from my daze. Syrup running down my chin and dripping into my double D breasts, but I didn't care all I wanted was MORE.

“Oh, guess I was a bit hungrier than I thought. Honey? Is there any more food?” I ask rubbing my belly as it rumbles angrily for more food. Tricked into eating more by my handsome boyfriend.

“Oh, I thought you would never ask. Coming right up!” he said as he sprang up like a spring being uncoiled, and nearly hitting his head on the table at the same time. He rushed around the kitchen gathering bacon, more pancakes and cinnamon rolls. He set them on the table in front of me and I could only gulp in nervousness.

“I – I don't know if I can eat all that.” I mutter. He chuckles and places his hands on my shoulders.

“I know you can honey, besides I've seen your appetite grow over the few months you been here. You're not exactly the thin petite girl you used to be.” He teases massaging my shoulders I reluctantly reach for the fork. This man is going to make me fat with all this pampering. I think to myself. Slowly I begin to eat forgetting about this mans plan to fatten me up as a multitude of flavors dance across my tongue sending me again into a state of bliss and forgetfulness. Slowly and methodically I kept eating. Getting more and more syrup and grease running down my chin into my boobs and down my stretched out stomach. I could feel my stomach slowly getting filled past my point of comfort, but I was still hungry and couldn't stop. Before I realized it I had eaten over twelve pancakes a pound of bacon and a whole tray of cinnamon rolls.

“God, that was delicious.” I mumble out stifling a belch that had worked its way from the deepest part of my stomach. Jeremy places his hands on my over stretched stomach causing me to groan in discomfort.

“Awe, is the poor piggy full? He teased while pressing his hands deeper into my balloon tight belly causing me to squirm helplessly under his control. I nod and whimper looking up at him syrup dribbling down my chin onto my plentiful breasts.

“Y – yes daddy, I'm stuffed. Oink oink!” I let out as he began to rub my belly in small circles working from the outsides to the inside until finally. BURRRP I let out a massive belch which causes me to blush and get flustered. “S – sorry. I sputter out. Jeremy just laughs and shakes his head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for my princess.” He reassured me as he leaned over and kissed my lips licking off remnants of syrup. “Let's get you to bed so that you don't pop.” He teases as he helps me up from the chair. Which took a lot of strength and some tact to get me up without toppling over. “Now that you know my dirty little secret, I hope you still love me.” He said as he helped me helplessly waddle to the bedroom which seemed to take ages to get to for some reason.

“What secret?” I asked confused and intrigued.

“That I am a feeder, and that I want to make you fatter.” I laugh partly due to the awkwardness of the situation.

“To be completely honest with you Jeremy, I have been thinking of putting on some weight anyway because I was so tired of being just skin and bones.” I admit. “It might be a good change of pace, getting fat. Especially if my boyfriend likes it, I can give it a go.” I add smiling as he sets me down on the bed

“Now princess it's time for sleep.” Jeremy says with a deep sultry tone laying my head back onto the pink plush pillow of a pig, a symbol of the very thing I've become.

“Yes daddy.” I mutter out and close my eyes for rest. As he leaves the room turning out the light and closing the door behind him to let me digest and grow fatter for him.