Ok this is a LONG one...but I feel that its some of my better work! Maybe not as good as Three Day Switch was but good all the same.
Once more, I apologize for spelling and grammar. Its hard to write and edit horny.
I'd love feedback! Let me know if you want a part 5! or should I just call them chapters?
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The smell of your coffee from the brewing pot filled your nostrils. You got up, slipped on your comfy clothes and poured a cup. You added a new creamer Emily had told you about which made the experience all the more delicious. Your head was still spinning from the date a few days ago. It had been exhilarating and confusing at the same time. For the first time you'd embraced this side of you and it felt like you were being embraced back. But as things got a little hot and heavy on that secluded park bench, still tasting of ice cream, Emily had said that you weren't ready to take it further yet. She had reassured you, quite a few times, as she saw the confusion in your eyes. She had kissed you and said not to worry, to trust her and to just be yourself. "But I am being myself" you had said which she giggled. She had then gone on to tell her story.
It had been yesterday over coffee, when Emily had made the creamer recommendation following the horrifying revelation that you were drinking you coffee black. She had opened up. She started out an athlete but quickly grew to hate it. She wanted to quit but played because of the expectations that she was now free from. She knew that she found fat irresistible early on but like you, hid it. She would see a characters on a tv show rapidly gain weight and feel a tingle between her thighs. She would picture herself large, soft, round, and imagine indulging in whatever she desired. Her thighs would tingle more. As she grew older she looked for someone to share this interest with. She had been exhilirated but terrified when she put on her first 15lbs. The next 15 were exciting, the following 30 were erotic. She said that her thirst only grew and she tried to find men sporting big round bellies that so titillate her. To her disappointment it was hard to find someone who shared this side of her.
She had finally done some exploration and found the feederism websites. Self discovery ---Things fell into place and she understood that she identified as both feedee and feeder. Masturbating to images online only satiated her for a while. She worried about outing herself on such a site, like you but the overwhelming desire to find another feedee overrode the fear eventually. She said that she had looked at herself in a bit of lingerie, "I could see my tummy had softened up so much all hint of my abs were gone and it was peaking over the little lacy waist. My boobs and butt were popping!" It was the most confident she had felt. "I pinched it" she said with a grin "oh my god it felt like getting struck by lightning, it was so soft and jiggly and my thighs, which were already starting to look like jello, started to FEEL like jello! I was shaking and....throbbing too". She had snapped photos from her most fattening angles and got started. "Only regret I have is that I tossed out all my old gym clothes as this sort of self declaration and then realized too late how hot it would have been to try them on again now that I've practically doubled my weight".
"It was scary but I embraced this part of me and became a feedee. It's who I am. And look at me now, look how soft I am! My figure has just gotten so round, every curve keeps filling in with more softness with every stuffing" she saw you drinking her in, studying every inch of her softness "You're just like me only more oblivious and little more afraid but you'll be my feedee...you'll be one soon by the looks of it...." she smiled "I've maybe gained a pound, tops, I'm still in pretty good shape!" you said smugly "Oh! is that right? when was your last workout?" - "Uhh...oooh...its been...." - "its hard to stay in shape when all you do is sit and stuff your face with stuffed crust pizza and don't forget the jelly donut you just ate" - "well, I have a fast metabolism!" Emily laughed at this "not fast enough to outrun your diet! not that you're in running shape anyway" - "I could still run, I just don't want to!" - "and what would you rather be doing?" you eyed the other jelly donut....
"Its just a matter of time really, you think that I'm going to be the piggy in this relationship...and well....you'll see" ...."just remember to be yourself" - "you seem quite confident" you said with a grin "what if you're the one who gains all the weight?" - she smirked and gave you a playful glare "Oh I intend to gain plenty, but babe....I know I'm right" - "how?" - "How? check your waistline thats how" she smiled "its almost the same!" - "mmmm is it?".
In days following that date you had texted almost non-stop. She was so captivating. The person and the feedee, both equally intoxicating. The conversation would steer in and out of feederism and every time it steered back you would feel a throbbing in your groin and an urge to stuff your face. Last night she had sent a belly teaser. She had sent a photo of herself fully clothed, sitting, but grabbing big handfuls of belly and said "wish these were your hands". You'd nearly made a mess in your pants. "Lets see your belly roll" she had said with a few laughing emojiis. You had told her that that's what you called it and she had found it highly amusing. You obliged, snapping a quick pic sitting down from a side angle "oooh I think a little ice cream made its way to your belly roll" - no way that could be true. It felt about the same as it had on that date. The voice in the back of your head reminded you that you had been bloated then and you were close to empty now....and yet they felt similar...why could that be?
The week continued slowly. Friday was a short day for you thankfully and you finished work early, work from home was a blessing. You sat on the couch and realized that you had missed all of you runs and couldn't remember your last one. Coffee with Emily was your most recent excuse. You were tired but you had made told yourself you were not going to exceed 200lbs and to keep yourself pretty fit. You got changed. There was no denying the tightness of the exercise clothes now. The thighs were snug and the waistband dug. Your usual running shirt was snug in the midsection and rode up, you could feel your belly roll poking out. Dreading the upcoming movement, you mustered all your willpower and got up and got going. You walked past the kitchen. You had ben & jerry's in that fridge.....you thought about it...a reward then..for the run.
Your lungs burned from the inactivity. You were huffing and puffing from the get go. You felt your waist ripple with each step and your thighs burned as they rubbed together. You were quickly out of breath. You stopped a quarter of the way through to catch your breath. Tried to start again but stopped. It was agony. You hadn't had a run that bad in ages. You stopped and caught your breath again. "Maybe I set a bad goal" you thought "What am I even doing here? this sucks and I could risk the belly roll" you thought. Running was never fun but now it was even worse, it could rob you of all the pleasure your belly roll was bringing you. You couldn't surpass 200 but the weight was to erotic to lose and had to be protected. Taking a walk instead might be better. A shorter one, just to prevent tipping the scales at 200. You walked home and straight to the kitchen and pulled out the Ben & Jerry's. You deserved a reward after that and this would certainly help prevent any weight loss from that stupid decision.
You answered a text from Emily who was finishing work. She asked what you were up to and you replied "rewarding myself" and sent a picture of the pint of ice cream. She sent some devil emojis and said "for what??" - "I tried to go for a run for the first time in ages and ....it didn't go well....needed a pick me up!" - "Why the fuck would you go running? You're in no condition to go running! thats just stupid! I think you need to finish that pint right now to make up for it!" - "I used to run a lot and I wanted to see how it would go! pretty dumb! and the whole pint?!?! I don't think I can eat the whole pint!" - "You have to now! thats what you get for running!" she said with a few devil emoji's. "I'll come over and help you if you want". That prospect excited you. Emily had only briefly been inside when she dropped you off from coffee. "Keep eating and I'll be over in a little while".
You obeyed. You cleaned yourself up first and then returned to the couch and watched TV. Working on the pint of cookie dough ice cream, to your surprise it was actually quite easy to finish. It was a pretty relaxing way to unwind on a Friday, you thought. Why hadn't you done something like this sooner? Emily arrived and brought provisions. "Happy Friday! can't believe you went for a run, I'm actually fuming" she said with a smile "running is bad for you, don't you know" she laughed and then said "so how did it go exactly?" - "well my lungs burned the whole way, I got so tired I had to stop multiple times, and I only made it about a quarter of the way through" Emily laughed at this "well I'm not surprised, you're not exactly in running shape anymore" - you laughed "Clearly not, but I never liked running, it was just something I did, I think I'm just going to take walks now at lunch" - "I like that better, but...just not to far...would want you to pull a muscle over straining yourself" she winked and you both laughed.
Emily now grinned and placed the bags down on your counter and walked over to you and kissed you. "I forgive you, just no more running ok?" She then rhythmically tapped each finger on your tummy and said "Now we're going to exercise my way - ooohh belly roll feels a little larger.....have you been indulging a little?" - "I'm just bloated" - "from indulging! you finished that whole pint I see! belly roll won't be getting any smaller today!" she laughed. "Dinner or desert first?"- "my sweet-tooth is on over drive right now so desert!" - "good! ok, I bought us each a pint of ice cream! we're both going to finish ours before dinner" - "BUT..I've already had most of a pint already!" - "and now you're going to have more!" - "I'd love to but I don't think I can" - "Oh my sweet summer child! you're about to learn" - she then emptied the ice cream into your blender, added some of the creamer she'd suggested "oooh I feel evil, I planted this little seed a couple days ago and it worked! because now we blend the ice cream in the creamer and make a deliciously thick milkshake! almost as thick as your waist will be".
You were impressed and taken aback. As the blender worked you saw Emilys soft body jiggle underneath her yoga pants. Her butt looked a bit rounder. "Emily, have you put on a little weight?" - she turned and smiled "was wondering if you'd notice - about a 1/4 inch around my belly and a 1/2 inch in my butt" - "you measure?" - "I sure do! I love to see the changes in my body - helps you really feel it!" she went on "its chemical too, you add this fat" - she jiggled her belly giving you a minor heart attack "..and it alters you, just a little fat makes you crave more, literally! you crave fatty foods! you're metabolism slows which causes you to store more fat which then makes you crave more and more! you end up chemically altered so that all your body wants to do is eat and store more fat! you then start losing muscle which makes you just want to sit and eat more". She slide the smoothie toward you "Its happening to you right now and you don't even know it....now drink up!" she said with a hypnotic note to her voice. You obeyed her. "Do you have a measuring tape? we should measure you!" - "I don't but I've already eaten quite a bit" - "right, well tomorrow at my place then!..drink!"
There was something erotic to her speech, it made you weak. Every time she said drink you looked down at the blended ice cream almost as if it were a potion she'd brewed to make you hers. Beneath you saw your belly roll poking out swollen and engorged. You were entranced by her soft fattened body laden today in the spandex yoga pants and form fitting t-shirt. She caught you looking at her plunging neckline and gently pressed her breasts together "drink" she gently commanded. You drank. Wave after wave of deliciousness hit your lips as you gulped down the treat. You had to catch you breath "isn't that better than running?" she said. The belly panel of her yoga pants was straining, her belly buttons imprint clearly visible. Her double chin wobbled as she said "Lets just indulge this weekend! whatever we want we eat -we eat it whatever it is! what do you say?" - "like a cheat meal weekend?" - "yah...just like that"... still a bit winded you smiled and nodded. You finished the bottle and leaned back. Emilys hand caressed your bulging belly roll "you should feel your belly, probably the last time it'll be hard".
Emily fed you all weekend. You had gone to the grocery store and filled the cart with "provisions". Emily kept a close eye on you during the search. Anything you stopped to stared at, like pop tarts, she had immediately grabbed. A glance at the donuts? "Stop thinking babe! just load up!". As you walked down the cookie aisle you stopped to look at the oreos, rolling her eyes Emily grabbed a box "wait! I'm looking for the double stuff" mollified Emily switched the two and gave a smile.
On Sunday evening things had begun to get hot and heavy with Emily. She put a quick end to it "Lets just keep it in our pants a little longer babe - lets just.....maybe tomorrow...when we go to my place, you'll see". You smiled at her and said "of course", took a deep breath, tried to think un-horny thoughts, and you both returned to your pizza. It had been the best weekend of your life. It was just so liberating to eat whatever you wanted. You felt unconstrained for the first time, You had watched your favorite shows, talked, and just generally been lazy. When you had gotten steamy with Emily you had nearly finished in your pants. It was clear that Emily had wanted to take the next step too. You wanted her and she wanted you, but there was reason she was waiting. You weren't totally sure yet. You had a feeling it had to do with Emily just wanting to make sure she had cast her spell over you. You were happy to submit. Her long red hair was where her magic had started but the soft expansive curves made you weak. So soft and round. Every inch layered with thick padding. You were her's to command. The weekend finally came to an end and as Emily left she gave you one last command "Come by as soon as you get off work, ok!" she gave you a soft kiss, winked, and as she closed the door behind her turned back and pressed her boobs together.
You woke up on Monday. Sliding your boxers on you noticed how snug they were. You looked down at yourself and saw the taught fabric straining at your thighs. You had to pick up your belly roll to see the waist. These must have shrunk in the dryer, but outgrown clothes were like feedee lingerie and they might get Emily excited. You kept them on, slid on your baggy sweatshirt, the sweats you used to workout in, and got your morning coffee. The day was a drag. Each minute crept by slowly as anticipation built. At lunch time you thought about your running route. Running? "never again" you said aloud. "I really should go for a walk" you thought. You walked downstairs and made it to the front door. "It looks a little chilly...hmmmmm...." you thought...Your box of goldfish sat on the counter looking far more appealing. "I'll walk tomorrow!" you thought. You grabbed the gold fish and made your way back upstairs to the office. You were slightly winded by the top step and only caught your breath once you sat down.
The end of the day came and you got into more appropriate clothing. Your jeans were very tight. They didn't need a belt, and the button dug a bit. You felt your midsection protruding unsupported... "uh oh" you thought "Did the dryer get these too?". The thighs were incredibly tight. You found that your favorite T-shirt was not long enough anymore and popped up if you reached for anything. There wasn't time, the anticipation was killing you. Outgrown clothes, even if they weren't really outgrown, were a turn on after all.
You made the quick drive over, heart pounding with excitement and seatbelt digging in uncomfortable. You rang the doorbell and Emily answered. She wore a spandex body suite that kissed every soft inch of her body. Your jaw dropped and your groin stiffened. The push up bra and plunging neckline teased massive breasts looking more like giant water balloons. The rolls at her side were far more noticeable, deep established folds of fat, and her belly bounced with each excited movement she made toward you. "Like it?" she said "it was worth the wait" you said as she grabbed you and pulled you inside and marched you in. You embraced passionately your hands started to explore but Emily quickly put a finger over your lips. "I like your outfit babe, showing off your gains?" - "they shrunk in the dryer, but I thought you'd like them anyway". Emily laughed at this "Sure they did...suuuure they did".
"Now we have one thing to do before we DO anything" she said giggling and running her fingers over your groin - "what?" you said. She grabbed her measuring tape that was sitting on the counter "we have a little goal setting to do babe" - "goals?" - "mhmm, despite you're obliviousness and denial you're without a doubt a feedee. You're not faking it and its VERY obvious to me you're not just any feedee you're my feedee" - "I'm all yours" you said in a low voice pulling Emily back in close "but a feedee? I know I'm a feeder" and now you gave her belly a rub. She bit her lips and moaned. "I dunno if I'm a feedee, I don't think I've done any gaining or stuffings". She smiled and rolled her eyes at this. "Gaining and stuffing is all you've done since you met me! When was the last time you stepped on the scale?" - "what was it? two or three weeks ago?" - "and you gave up exercising entirely, you're stuff your face with me, and you've been dating me. Thats three strikes! you weren't really fit to begin with....." and she raised her eyebrows - "well I must be oblivious because I think I look the same!" she laughed at that "Oh babe, lets just start here" she pointed at your chest "all that unsightly muscle you had...GONE!"...."and this..." hands running above the belly button "filled in thicker and softer" she gave a chefs kiss and then skipped down "your butt is round, like you got a booty now babe! and...honey..... just look at your thighs! they're bursting your inseam! and thats not even the best part.....The main event is..right...here" and she put both hands on either side of your navel, cupping it, and gave it a lift and you felt her hands sink into your midsection, for a split second providing the support your belt was no longer giving. All came crashing down as she let go of your middle and it cascaded down with a bounce and a jiggle. "That is aaaaaaall fat babe, beautiful luscious chub! and you're the one who put it there..." she said in teasing high pitched tone. "Because you gave in to your every desire and what was that desire exactly? ....to stuff your face silly and grow softer and softer and softer".... "you're well into your sexy dad bod era" she kissed you "come on, I'll prove it, step on the scale".
It read: 205.7 lbs. You felt shock run through you. 187 lbs to 205 nearly 206..."oh my...I've gained 18 pounds" - "18 pounds of what babe?" she said and pinched an inch of your soft belly fat "I'll give you a hint" and she grabbed handfuls of her own belly fat "there's plenty of it here". You grew warm and felt yourself grow hard. You looked at her and relaxed your belly. It quickly protruded outward, you rubbed it and it jiggled to your touch. Emily gave a squeal of delight. You were mesmerized. You had said not a pound over 200 but you'd blown past it. It felt so good, how could you stop? perhaps another 10 pounds, this was to erotic to stop, your mind set the contrasting paths before you: running and salads every day OR....this...with Emily...giving in...
"So....what do you think?" Emily said. What do I think? I don't know. "I...I just..." you were getting giddy, shaking a bit with excitement. Do I really want to go back to dieting and exercise? the thought of it drained you...10 more pounds of fun and indulgence then...that seemed the only way...but would that be enough time? Look how quickly these pounds had come...would that give you enough time? enough time to truly enjoy and explore this side of you? 10 seemed a bit quick. Emily could see the gears turning and started rubbing her own belly. Soft ripples visible through the tight spandex. "How bout uhhh...I'm 205..." - "don't sell yourself short, it might as well be 206" - "ok, 206, how about 216?" - "by the end of the week? with the way you eat? easy" she smirked "you won't stop there, we both know it". The voice in the back of your mind agreed with her. "Alright! except lets make it 217 because that will be your 30lbs gained milestone" she continued "oh and by the way, congrats on being officially overweight!". She bent and kissed your belly.
"I'm overweight really?" - "yep! I was keeping track for you! your BMI is 29.4 now and it was 26.8" - "what does that even mean?" - "well, it means you were destined to be a my little piggy" she laughed "you had some pesky muscle we had to overcome but your coming 'round" she gave an evil grin and she poked your belly "The real fun starts in about..." she paused running the numbers "in 4.3 lbs you'll be 210 and your BMI will hit 30! then....you'll be obese!". Her words excited you "that's it? 4 pounds and then I'll be obese! I don't even feel overweight! and I'm going to gain 11 more pounds?" - "well you did get winded going up your stairs yesterday" she reminded you. This was perfectly true, the stairs were getting more and more laborious. "A lot can happen in a short amount of time when you let yourself go". You saw yourself in Emily's mirror and almost didn't recognize yourself. A soft potbelly protruded from your navel with slight creases beginning to form at your side. It hung over your jeans slightly and there was no raising that waist band without risking a wardrobe malfunction. Your chest had softened and your pecs jiggled. You had an established double chin now. You sported the quintessential dad bod look. Exuding softness from every direction.
"Doesn't 217 seem like such a small goal babe?" she rubbed your belly now and smiled "you'll just barely scratch the surface and...since you're going to do it anyway...might as well see what obesity has to offer..."..."Well...how much do you weigh?" Emily smirked "more than you...for now......I've gained so much weight!" - and she ran her hands over her body the soft flesh rippling slightly "but I still want more...you're beginning to understand...10 pounds? that wont be enough, you'll want more and more...just like me" and she stepped on the scale: 256 lbs "Oooh I've gained a little relationship weight too! Where do you think it went?" she grinned and continued "can you picture me at 300?" - "300!?" you said with excitement hitting you "256 looks amazing on you, every inch, but 300....I think I'd have a heart attack... is your goal?" "For now" she said eye brows raised, biting her lip, and now hands on her hips "how do you think" she put her hands on your belly "it would look on you?" - you stammered at this "babe" she said in a sweet voice "you know you want it...so just give in".
Emily pulled you in giving you a long passionate kiss. She then marched you to the bedroom. Your belly plopped forward as Emily took off your pants. Her body jiggled and flowed out of her body suite. First the large melon breasts burst out as your unzipped and next her soft midsection flowed completely unsupported hanging forward, soft rolls at her side pleasantly accentuated her softness. Her thighs rippled as you pulled the body suit off her. Fully naked, the bead creaked and moaned at your combined weight. Emily rolled on her back ready to guide you in, but not yet, you were hungry. You gave her large breasts a gentle squeeze and kissed each nipple as you kissed your way down her body. Her soft belly jiggled at your lips. She moaned as you kissed each thigh. You wanted to taste her and taste her you did. She moaned as your tongue greedily began its work. She began to sweat. Her moaning got deeper and deeper. Her body stiffened as her body spasmed. Her thighs squeezed you for a moment and she caught her breath. She smiled at you, both breath and breasts still heaving. She pulled you back in, lips met, and she gave you gentle playful strokes before guiding you in. You slowly started to thrust, gently in and out, you weren't going to last long. You looked down and saw every part of Emily jiggling at your every thrust. Pleasure took you. Wave after wave hitting you as you exploded inside her. You collapsed next to her. The last thing you remembered before you fell asleep was Emily looking at you, contented smile, her soft hand gently rubbing your tummy.
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