Feedist Kinktober Day 23/24: Baker's Dozen/Double Trouble
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While Niki had made it quite clear from the beginning of their relationship that she enjoyed the weight she'd gained and wanted Schlatt (and Quackity, too, in his own way) to enjoy it, the subject of actually being fed was never quite broached. She wasn't shy about eating quite a lot of her own supply, but she'd always been a little shy on the subject, so Schlatt hadn't pushed. One day, though, they get to pillowtalking, and she bashfully admits that she'd be down to try it.
"I would want to do it with you, though," she says, reaching over to tuck his hair behind his ear.
"Without Alex, you mean?" Schlatt asks.
"No--" she shakes her head, smiling a little. "I would like him to be there, if he wanted. What I mean is, I would want you to also be being fed."
"Oh," Schlatt says, turning the concept over in his mind for a moment. "Hot. Let's do it."
What they end up landing on is this: Niki supplies them with a truly ridiculous amount of cookies, as is her talent to do. For every cookie that Niki eats, to make up for the size disparity, Schlatt has to eat two. That way, in a way, Niki is feeding Schlatt by feeding herself. Quackity would be there to referee, of course, and for the love of the game.
They have dinner together beforehand, the three of them, a delicious chicken dish that Schlatt and Quackity had made, and Schlatt doesn't hold himself back on account of no doubt eating an inhuman amount of cookies later.
"Does Schlatt have to have two portions for every one I have here, too?" Niki asks impishly.
"Ref?" Schlatt asks, looking over at Quackity.
"Hmm," Quackity says with an air of serious contemplation. "No, we haven't started yet."
Schlatt does anyways, as Niki has just one plate, and he ends up having two.
"Saving room for dessert?" he asks Niki, grinning.
"I have to," Niki huffs with a smile. "You have a lot more room for dessert than I do."
"Don't underestimate yourself," Schlatt shrugs. "You and baked goods have a special relationship."
After dinner, Niki gently reheats the four dozen cookies she'd brought over-- "just in case!" she'd insisted at Schlatt's expression upon seeing the quantity-- in the oven, just enough to make them soft and warm, and they head upstairs. Quackity carefully balances the plates of cookies on the nightstand and hands one to each of them. They're big cookies, too, bigger than Schlatt's palm, and filled with melted chocolate that has Schlatt letting out a soft moan as he bites into the first one.
"You always make such obscene noises when you eat," Niki laughs through a mouthful of cookie herself, swatting at his thigh.
"Not always!" Schlatt protests. "Just for your baking. Your baking makes me horny, am I supposed to apologize for that?"
"Never," Niki giggles.
She goes through the first half-dozen cookies decently fast, and Schlatt struggles to keep up, having to eat twice as fast to get down double the cookies. At one point he resorts to stacking two on top of each other, which results in nothing other than putting too much cookie in his mouth at one time and hurting his jaw.
"Am I caught up?" he asks Quackity, the arbiter, breathless from eating so fast and starting to feel pretty full.
"Nope," Quackity says, shaking his head. "You've still got two more, big guy."
Schlatt groans a little, reaching for another, and looks over at Niki, pleading.
"Can you slow down for a minute?" he asks. "Just until I get caught up. I'm no match for you."
Niki, despite scoffing, looks a little pleased at that.
"I'm scared if I slow down then I'll notice that I'm full," she admits.
"Are you?" Schlatt asks curiously.
She's had six large cookies in a very short time frame, and Schlatt himself is definitley feeling the ten he's had. She nods, going a little pink.
"Oh, definitely," she says. "I'm not as practiced as you."
"Which makes you all the more impressive," Schlatt says, leaning over to kiss her softly. "Keep eating if you want. I signed up for this."
"I'll wait," she assures him with a soft smile.
Schlatt smiles back gratefully and focuses back on the cookies. Niki sits back some, and Schlatt notices then how her softened belly has started to round out, the fabric of her blouse clinging to it in a way that fires some neurons in his brain. She puts a hand gingerly on it, exhaling with a soft "oof."
"Can I touch?" Quackity asks, pupils dilated a little in a way that tells Schlatt he's had those some neurons actived.
"Yes," Niki grins. "Feels strange to be on the other side of that question."
Quackity grins back and crawls over to her from where he'd been sat back on the other end of the bed, gently putting a hand on the crest of her bloated belly.
"Oh, yeah," he says softly. "You're getting full, huh?"
Niki nods, biting at her pink lower lip a little.
"Let me help," Quackity says. "You've seen my credentials."
He moves his hands in a gentle, practiced way, exploring the surface before pressing in to a tight spot, earning an airy burp from Niki that seems to startle her, bringing a hand up to her mouth and flushing.
"Excuse me," she breathes. "Oh, that feels good."
"See," Quackity grins. "You've got a lot more space in you, I know it."
"I don't know, Alex," she admits. "I'm feeling it."
"Look at it this way," he hums, leaning in a little closer and turning his head so they're both looking at Schlatt. "Think of how much more you can make him have to eat."
"Oh, Christ," Schlatt groans through a mouthful of cookie. "How do I still feel like I'm getting double-teamed?"
Niki and Quackity beam at each other in that sadistic way that they do.
Quickly, a dynamic forms-- Quackity employing all of the tools in his extensive feeder toolbox to encourage and aid Niki as she eats, expertly rubbing her belly and gently talking her through it, while Schlatt struggles to keep up with eating two cookies for each of Niki's. He'd passed a dozen cookies already when Niki had taken her break after six, and while eating a dozen cookies alone is far from outside of Schlatt's abilities, the pace of it is causing his stomach to cramp in a way that it normally wouldn't at his usual pace.
"You're four behind, by the way," Quackity says cheerily after Niki finishes her tenth cookie, putting Schlatt at 16 cookies down and four more to go.
Schlatt groans, wiping melted chocolate off of the corner of his mouth and sucking it off his thumb. The sight of the two of them has him achingly hard on top of everything-- Niki leaning back against Quackity's chest, looking debauched and pink and breathless, Quackity casually rubbing her bloated belly with one hand, her blouse starting to ride up. He helps her draw up a deep belch-- unlike the soft and airy burps he usually hears from Niki-- and she flushes deeply, giggling.
"Excuse me, holy fuck," she pants.
Schlatt unhappily palms himself, reaching for another cookie, and sees both of their gazes follow his hand.
"Now you're the one getting cucked," Quackity jokes lightheartedly, and Niki laughs breathlessly.
"I hate this," Schlatt groans, his breath hitching at his own touch.
"None of that," Quackity says, getting that devious spark in his eye. "No touching yourself until you're at least caught up, baby."
Schlatt's jaw drops, and he obediently brings his hand away, settling for putting it on his own aching belly instead. He's knows he's not the biggest he's ever been, but the surface feels taut and packed all the same. Quackity leans down to kiss Niki's cheek.
"Think we can make him eat two dozen?" he murmurs, just loud enough for Schlatt to hear.
"Alex," he whines, and Niki gets a wicked look that matches Quackity's.
"I think so," she moans. "Just need-- just need a minute."
By the time Schlatt gets caught up, Niki has started on her eleventh cookie, and Schlatt feels helpless at the hand of his packed belly and the painful amount of turned on he is. He shifts uncomfortably, desperately seeking contact, and he can see pity break through Quackity's smarmy expression.
"Oh, you look so pathetic," he sighs. "Here, c'mere."
He shifts and readjusts, and they end up with Quackity in the middle of them, a hand on each of their bellies, supplying Niki her twelfth-- and given how shallow her breathing is, and the way she keeps pausing and moaning in between bites, likely her last-- and Schlatt his twenty-first cookie.
"I'm done," Niki gasps out after she finishes a round dozen. "Oh, God, oh, wow."
She draws up a stuffed sounding burp, too dazed to even excuse herself. She looks unfairly beautiful like this, pink lips parted and panting, belly rounded out and poking out from under her blouse, which she's just eaten into too-tight territory. Schlatt reaches out to place a hand beside Quackity's on her belly, both rubbing soothingly.
"You did so good," he breathes, drawing up a painful belch of his own. "Oh, Christ."
"Both of you did good," Quackity purrs. "But Schlatt, baby, you've got two more left."
Schlatt groans, nestling his head against Quackity's shoulder, and feels Niki reach out to touch his belly, her touch gentle and exploring. He has the sudden urge to get through this so that he can properly feel her, both of them gorged and rounded out and breathlessly feeling each other up.
"Okay," he breathes. "But you've gotta feed me. I can't sit up."