Your Feedee Boyfriend’s Secret Plot
You’ve been with your boyfriend on and off in college as friends with benefits. Life let you both know you liked fat people but the feedism part came together after this. You were desperate to fatten him and he was a natural glutton. You got back in contact with him after his time in grad school gave him time again. You’ve been a chunky curvy girl and he loved that but at some point while excited after a party you started feeding him. The sex was transcendent and you two got him from a burly fat boy to a hog of a man. You put on some weight and accidentally got like visibly fatter, like not just extra curvy or thick but fat. You noticed he looked at you different with a glint in his eyes you’d never seen. He ate well so you thought it was that.
It crept up on you slow and kind. Your insecurities as the 30 spread turned into the late thirties extra spread. You developed a lower back issue and he got you a comfortable chair while you cooked for you. He insisted on letting you sit while he grabs your favorites at the couples night buffet you take him to. You notice the booths there seemed to be shrinking. You asked and your kindly admits he’s so big he had to scoot the table towards you. He does it with a distracting jiggle of his gut and your on fire between your thighs too much to notice how big they feel is not your imagination. When you notice space in the car making out or in the theatres or your couch he whispers an evil truth: “Look what you did to me.” You don’t realize what’s happening because at first your metabolism kept up like when you were in your twenties. That dreamy stuffed gut delirium sex finished with you rubbing your own bloated tummy that by morning is down to a chunky curvy girl scale. At this later time you can’t but your body’s last moments of metabolism abandons you after gifting you that 10 pound increase you get while keeping up with a fat boy in your 20s. You state at 10-15 mitre then boom that shoots toward 20-30. Your belly starts to not shrink back. Your middle starts to insist on staying just stuck out more and more.
Right when you realize it on his birthday after eating your favorite cookies as you cook more that he’s eaten now. He’s fattening you up! His real birthday wish is to fatten you up. You blush as he catches you discovering this and swoops in with a pinch of fat off your hip that’s slipped loose from your well beyond tight pajamas.
“Oh it’s cute you truly thought those were for me…look at you so programmed I’ve turned you into your own feeder,” he grins. “But truly you’ve earned it, what’s good for the hog is good for the sow?”
He pokes you nose up and you snort like you’ve made him snort. Your body quivers for joy as you eat several of the chocolate almond mess you love! Omg wait he made this recipe for you early on! How long has he been planning this? Why are you so happpppyy!?! The deep need as a fat girl to just cut loose eat and eat get fatter no matter whatever devour sweets or any food hits her interest.
Truly your a switch with more dom but something about going full submissive for a weekend or two hits you hard. He’s got a cruel multitudes of your favorites plus his so he eats while you eat until your trying and loosing that battle to keep up with him. Your figure gives out rapidly on these retreats. The rest of the week back to being a feeder and him the feedee but you can’t help up eat too, more and more. It’s just normalized now.
It hits you your in free fall now an near equal with him now. Your noticing everyone look at you like they do him. In fact a slight difference in height and more of a rapid belly gainer as you got within fifty pounds of him you have the bigger belly more eyes are on you. Your boyfriend has muscle so no matter how he eats his legs are ripped and arms too with flabby upper limbs but you are so much fatter looking. You realize being the smaller fatty in a fat couple had unconsciously been your pride more than you realized. You realize you’ve both lost any pretense of dom or sub or feeder or feedee. You both just sit on the couch eating all night but you’re eating two desserts each night! Oh god when your dom you demand it now. He doesn’t have to tease you. Just sitting you feel your side of the couch sinks much lower and your cushion needs to be flipped to keep it from getting too uncomfortable. The lack of control you realize is not from him but from control of your appetite, gluttony, and greed. Your ravening and helpless to desire for food. Once you make it past him in weight you’ll realize it’s easier to be in charge when you out weigh him.