Post-Feeder Preferences
“Have you heard that Michael is moving back to town?” asked Rick casually as he sipped his beer.
Levi’s eyes widened, his pulse quickening.“Really?” he asked back in astonishment. He hadn’t seen Michael in years. The guy had disappeared off to college seven years ago and simply never returned. “Who told you that?”
“His dad,” Rick nodded. “Apparently, he’s been trying to get Michael to join the family business for years and he’s finally agreed. I was asking about him. He said Michael has not long split up with his girlfriend, so the timing was right. We’ll have to all meet up for a drink.”
Levi nodded, trying to hide his eagerness. None of his friends had ever known about how he and Michael had fooled around together at the end of high school, nor how Michael’s abrupt exit from all their lives had cut Levi like a knife. He’d messaged him, back in those early college days, then waited three weeks for a reply until, eventually, he’d given up trying to stay in contact at all. “Sure!” Levi smiled, feigning delight. However, the thought of it plagued him for the next month, with memories of their time together washing over him like waves on a forgotten beach.
Michael had been the first in their group to lose his virginity. Tall, good looking and naturally athletic, the girls had flocked around him more than any of the rest of the otherwise nerdy bunch of guys the pair of them were friends with. To say that Michael was a randy teenager was a massive understatement. As an eighteen year old, Michael would delight in making them all jealous with tales of his kinky exploits, never holding back on the details for the ever-single boys. Then, when he and Levi had been walking home one Friday night, fueled by stolen beer from his dad’s refrigerator, Levi had somehow ended up sucking Michael off in some back alley. For Levi, who had repressed his sexuality for so long, it had been the most momentous event of his life. Finally, he had someone to talk about all these feelings which had plagued him for so long. As two horny eighteen year olds, they’d enjoyed the thrill of sneaking off together and having their own secret encounters. However, Levi was always well aware that none of it had ever actually meant anything to Michael, who was still quietly making his way through the entirety of eligible girls on the cheerleading squad. When college started up, that was it. Michael was gone and, in the great void that was left behind, only a feeling of being used and discarded remained.
With no social media, Levi realised that Michael had remained that fresh-faced eighteen year old in his head for all these years: the broad chest, slim waist and six pack; not forgetting that perfect dick of his that had imprinted itself on Levi’s mind every time he had been with anyone else. Perhaps that was why his eyes drifted over Michael without the slightest hint of recognition. The estranged man had been standing at the bar next to Rick and a couple of others of their friends. It was only as the pair of them locked eyes that Levi realised who the stranger actually was. Handsome though Michael remained, his face had swollen with puffier cheeks and a slight double chin that masked the once striking jawline. Broader and taller than he even remembered, Michael had a formidable mass to him; strong and capable, yet carrying an a surprising amount of weight around his middle, with a stout belly that pushed out further than all the other dad-bods that had begun to sprout on many of the other guys Levi recognised from high school. Yet, even now Michael seemed to command attention more than the rest of them: the perfect fit of his t-shirt around his big arms, his confident stance and deep masculine voice. His hair was long and thick, down to his shoulders and a perfect, trimmed beard had turned him into the type of hairy bear Levi had lusted after for many years on those infuriating dating apps. His cologne smelt sexy and his wide, fun-loving smile made Levi remember all over again just why he’d found Michael so irresistible.
It was only as they all sat down that the subject of Michael’s weight came up. With a sizable ball gut pressing into his lap, the sight of it captured all their attention, until Rick was brave enough to observe: “So, you’ve been eating well since high school, huh?”
Michael laughed heartily and rubbed the shelf of his protruding stomach like it was an old friend. “Dude, you have no idea!” he smiled proudly.
“You were the only one of us who had a six pack!” smiled Jake, who had always carried an extra thirty unwanted pounds on his body.
“Yeah, that didn’t last long in college,” Michael shot back, as if the loss had meant nothing at all to him. “Take-out and beer soon sorted that out!” he chuckled, patting his hefty middle that was inadequately concealed behind an unflatteringly fitted t-shirt. Then I met Anabelle…” he grinned, using the same boyish tone he had always deployed when talking about the girls he had been with.
“Oh, you mean the infamous ex?” Rick asked, fully encouraging Michael to continue.
Michael nodded. “The sexiest woman you will ever meet!” he boasted. “You guys will love this…” he grinned, pulling out his cell phone to show them a picture of her, making all the guys swoon at the image, just like he had always done, teasing them with those unobtainable girls back in high school.
“Fuck, dude!” Rick exclaimed jealously, as if he had been transported back to his teenage years. “And she finished with you because you got too big?”
“No, buddy,” Michael chuckled. “The complete opposite. I actually used to be seventy pounds heavier than this when we were together,” he explained, holding out his hands as if to simulate a much larger gut that had once been on him. “Let’s just say, she was the type of girl who liked to keep her man well fed!”
The guys all laughed. “What? Like some sort of feeder?” Rick asked, bemused by the idea.
“And then some!” Michael nodded emphatically back. “She was crazy horny about it all. I used to get the best fucking blow jobs if I just sat back, ate a couple of pizzas and bloated up on beers each evening! A nice little lap dance for taking down a tub of ice cream. Tits in my face any time I was munching on some snacks!”
“That's so weird!” laughed one of the others.
“It was fucking awesome!” Michael laughed. “The best time of my life without a doubt. Who needs a six pack when you have a girl like that bouncing up and down on your dick all night?” he smirked proudly. “She ended up finishing with me for some huge, five hundred pound guy who moved into our building,” he added with his usual, casual attitude.
Naturally, the guys were all incredibly curious, asking several questions.
“It sounds like you had a lucky escape!” Jake finally stated, patting his buddy on the back.
Michael nodded, but didn’t seem quite so convinced.
In time, each of them began to explain exactly what it was they had been up to during the intervening years since high school.
“What about you, Levi?” asked Michael. “Are you seeing anyone at the moment?”
Levi shook his head. “I was seeing a guy from work for a couple of years, but that didn’t really go anywhere,” he answered.
“Oh, good,” Michael nodded. “So you came out at last then?”
The other guys looked curiously from Michael to Levi. “Wait. Did you know he was gay back in high school?” Jake asked, as they had all previously agreed that none of them had had the slightest inclination that Levi had been secretly into guys back then.
“Of course!” Michael nodded. “Who do you think gave him his first blow job?”
Jaws dropped to the floor.
“You never told any of them about us?” Michael asked Levi directly as the silence filled the space. “After all these years?”
“I never told anyone,” Levi mumbled back, knowing that he was going to have to spend the rest of the evening explaining the secret fling that had ended up stinging him so deeply as an eighteen year old.
“I’m sorry,” Michael whispered, sneaking up to the bar with Levi later that evening. “I had no idea that it was all still a secret. I wouldn’t have said anything otherwise,” he mumbled awkwardly.
“Don’t worry about it,” Levi replied graciously, despite the way he was still gritting his teeth. Not only had he had to confront the guy who had broken his teenage heart, back in the day, but now he’d had to answer questions about it for the last half an hour.
“I was worried you were pissed off at me,” Michael prodded further, perhaps still sensing Levi’s annoyance.
“Why would you be worried?” Levi shrugged back. “It’s not like you’ve given any of us a second thought in the last few years.”
Michael rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, knowing he had thoroughly deserved the cutting remark. “Well, maybe it feels that way, but it’s not as if I stopped thinking about any of you, and remembering the fun we had.” He glanced quickly over his shoulder to check that none of the guys were looking, then whispered playfully back: “Especially that night I fucked you on that mini golf course…” he teased.
Levi couldn’t help but laugh. That story, at least, had remained hidden from the group: the first time Levi had really enjoyed taking a pounding and been so vocal about it, moaning loudly. They had been less than half a second away from getting caught by a very angry looking security guy. “That was a pretty good night,” he nodded back.
“Well then…” Michael teased flirtatiously, looking back for one final check before playfully cupping Levi’s butt with his giant hand. “If you ever want to recreate those glory days… I’m always willing…”
Levi grinned back. So, Michael was just as horny as ever? It had been years since he’d been touched by him, yet the electricity sizzled through his entire body. He’d known for a long time that no one could ever get him aroused quite like Michael could.
“Oh, fuck!” Michael exclaimed a week or so later, zipping his pants back up. “You’ve certainly upped your game since last time.”
Michael smirked. It wasn’t the first time he’d been told he gave a good blow job. He’d finished pretty quickly himself; overcome by his arousal for the large-built guy who had replaced the former Michael. Broad, bellied and bearded, this man was now the perfect bear for a guy like Levi. And his dick? Well, that was just as beautiful and large as Michael remembered.
“Blow jobs just make me crave pizza these days,” Michael laughed, pulling his tight t-shirt back on and plopping down on the couch as if he needed to catch his breath still. “I think that’s what happens after you’ve dated a feeder,” he chuckled, tapping his gut. “I’ll probably have to pick something up on the way home.”
“I thought you were trying to lose weight?” Levi asked, putting his own clothes back on.
Michael seemed to think for a moment. “Not really,” he shrugged. “I lost weight because of the stress of breaking up, leaving my job, getting ready to move back here… and my family’s judgement, of course,” he sighed, rolling his eyes impatiently at that last one. “ But I actually quite liked being bigger,” he nodded, rubbing his still protrusive gut.
“What size were you?” Levi asked curiously.
“Three hundred and sixty pounds at my biggest,” Michael replied as if he thoroughly expected the figure to impress Levi. “I was a whole lot of man!”
“I bet!” Levi smiled back, realising that the thought was not at all unattractive. “I’m sure your ex was delighted.”
Michael nodded emphatically back. “And she found plenty of ways to show how happy she was with me,” the guy winked playfully back.
“Do you still miss her?” Levi asked, wondering whether, underneath all of Michael’s bravado, there was still some sadness about losing her.
Again, Michael took a moment to think. “Sometimes,” he stated at last. “She’s moved on and is happy, which is nice to know. I do miss the sex though…” he grinned.
Levi rolled his eyes. Michael’s brain had always been second in command to his penis when it came to his decision making. “Oh, is that so?” he chuckled with amusement at the fact that Michael would never change. Older and wiser, perhaps, but nothing would ever come in the way of him getting that perfect orgasm.
“You have no idea how nice it is to be sucked off after so much food,” Michael smiled fondly. “I’ll never find anyone that will let me get away with that shit again. Just all that food, beer and kinky sex… I was absolutely in my element with it all!”
Levi playfully punched his buddy on his arm, but even as he feigned disinterest at the over-share, the cogs in his head had already started to turn.
“Were you expecting someone?” asked Michael the following week as they kissed on the couch and were interrupted by a loud knock at Levi’s door.
Levi smiled and got up, returning a minute later with a large, steaming pizza inside its cardboard box.
“You ordered us pizza?” Michael asked with bemusement.
“No…” Levi smiled back. “I got you pizza.” He observed for a second as Michael seemed to be getting the gist of what was happening. “I thought it might be a nice little accompaniment for when I go down on you in a second.”
Michael’s smile beamed. He stood up and undressed with a ferocious speed; his dick already hard before he’d even dropped his underwear. “Where do you want me?” he asked, as if thoroughly expecting to be directed by Levi throughout this experience.
Levi’s eyebrows rose. He hadn’t anticipated that Michael would be quite this enthusiastic. “Just in front of the TV will be fine,” he smirked, pointing down at the armchair. Michael’s dick appeared ridiculously stiff.
The moans were loud and raucous that came from the feeding man. More than once, Levi had to stop what he was doing, laughing at how uncontrollably the big boy was enjoying getting sucked off as he ate.
“You realise I’ve got neighbors upstairs?” he asked the naked Michael, legs spread wide and slouching in the chair as he ate. “These walls are paper-thin!”
“This just feels so fucking good,” Michael replied, his eyes filled with an all-consuming lust; the type that Levi had never seen in anyone before. “Have you got anything else to eat? I’m nearly done with this pizza.”
Levi sat up more and peered into the box in shock. Only a single slice remained. “But that was an extra large!” he cried.
Michael merely grinned. “I’m a greedy boy!” he announced proudly, grabbing onto a roll of stomach fat and giving it a shake.
“I might have some cake in the…”
“YES!” Michael roared, rubbing his own dick as he waited patiently for Levi to resume his sucking. “Bring the whole thing,” he ordered, upon seeing that there was over half of Levi’s own birthday cake just sitting in the refrigerator.
Never before had Levi been instructed to slow down and focus on edging when pleasuring a guy, but that was exactly what Michael seemed to want; pulling his dick away each time he felt he was getting a little too close to the climax. It took Levi far longer than it should have to work out exactly why. As insane as it may have appeared, Michael wasn’t going to let himself finish until every last crumb of that cake had been consumed, washed down with the entire pack of beers he’d brought along with him.
When the grand finale at last came closer, Michael was rubbing the shelf of his fat tummy and burping loudly between moans. He’d reached out for one of Levi’s hands and strapped it onto his gut as if he wanted him to appreciate the extreme bloating it was now going through. Then he came, gushing into Levi’s mouth like a flood, and growling like it was the best orgasm of his life.
“So, what did you think about all that weird shit with Michael’s ex?” asked Rick the next time he met up with Levi and a couple of the others at a bar in town.
The guys all nodded in consideration of the question. “She sounds like she was into some pretty freaky stuff,” replied one. “I don’t think I could have gone along with all that just to make her happy.”
“Exactly!” Rick nodded in agreement. “What the hell possessed him to get so fat for her? He’ll never get back to his old weight now.”
“Who says he even wants to?” added Levi, feeling like he needed to contribute to the conversation, despite knowing so much more than the rest of them.
“I think that’s the problem,” Rick nodded. “It’s like he’s actually proud of it.”
All of them looked across at Michael who was away, ordering at the bar. Just as always, his t-shirt was a poor fit, stretching across his stomach in a way that only emphasised it more; tight fitting pants failing to conceal his crack.
“His dad thinks he’s seeing someone,” Rick went on. “He goes out at least a couple of nights a week and is always very cagey about where he’s been.”
Levi could feel his face flushing slightly.
“He would have said something if he was seeing someone,” dismissed one of the others. “Michael’s never been coy when it’s come to talking about his sex life, has he?”
The men all nodded in acceptance of that, still gazing across at their old friend as though he was a complete enigma to them.
Levi couldn’t deny that he found it all exciting over the coming weeks. Michael was so damn horny any time they included food into their sex life, eating had become the most utilised form of foreplay.
“I’m putting weight on again,” Michael smirked, after pulling off his shirt and sitting himself down in the familiar armchair. He cracked open his beer, putting it next to the full tray of doughnuts he had brought along with him. “I can feel it all coming back under here,” he stated, lifting his arm and bouncing the fleshy area to the side of his chest, usually concealed by his strong arms.
“It must be all the pizza!” smiled Levi back, always delighted whenever Michael headed over to see him; the visits becoming more and more frequent.
“And the ice cream… the burgers, the doughnuts, the beers…” Michael sang back proudly. “My appetite has gone through the roof lately, and I am absolutely loving it!” he exclaimed, pulling out his dick, which was indeed very hard, and giving it its first rub of the evening; all whilst inserting the first of his fresh doughnuts.
“A real little piggy!” Levi teased, having noticed that such words seemed to arouse Michael even more. Perhaps it was something his ex had done, commenting on how fat he was getting week by week.
“You’d better believe it!” Michael smiled, beckoning Levi over to sit on his knee and kiss him.
After a full minute of kissing, Michael’s hands started to undress Levi, pulling off his shirt and yanking down his pants until he could send Levi away to lubricate himself and return to sit his tight butt down on his crotch; then bounce away as Michael ate.
“Take one,” Michael ordered, nodding to the doughnuts.
“I’m not keen on doughnuts,” Levi replied, finally getting into a nice, slow, stimulating rhythm.
“Not for you!” Michael shot back. “For me!” he cried. “I want you to feed it to me.”
Levi smirked. That sounded like fun. He picked one up with his hand and teased Michael by nudging it closer to his mouth, holding it under his nose without letting him take any. Then, at last, Michael took a large, deep bite that filled his entire mouth. It wasn’t easy to coordinate whilst sliding up and down Michael’s hardness, and so, by the next bite, Levi ended up simply pressing all that he could into the man’s greedy open mouth. In response, he could feel his lover’s hardness throbbing even harder inside him, making it immediately obvious that this was something his ex had once done. This glutton was clearly used to being hand fed.
It was so rewarding to see Michael’s arousal. For the first time, there was that kinky little submissive streak showing itself. Levi pressed another doughnut into the guy’s face. Icing smeared across Michael’s nose as it was impossible to keep it steady. “Come on, Piggy. Eat it all up for me! It’s time to grow!”
Michael’s eyes immediately bulged. He clearly hadn’t been expecting that comment and, despite trying to lift Levi’s slim butt off him, he couldn’t manage to stop himself ejaculating all up Levi’s back. “Fuck!” he panted, frustrated that he had climaxed earlier than planned. “You’ve got to warn me before you say kinky shit like that!” he chuckled.
Levi smiled brightly, enjoying the power of making Michael lose control. This kink of his was genuinely so exciting when it felt like he could have the handsome guy wrapped around his little finger. The horny thing that he was, Michael would be ready to go and in another five minutes or so. And, when he was, Levi was going to make sure that those last remaining six doughnuts would all be gobbled up…
Working from home had its perks over the coming weeks. Michael had started to video call him on the phone during their lunchbreaks. Given that he was constantly driving around in his job, Michael was usually sitting in his car in some fast food place parking lot. Naturally, he’d order far too much, enjoying the reactions of those who served him. Then he’d call Levi up after he was a couple of burgers down, aroused and wanting encouragement to continue gorging. It was easy and arousing work, as well as being surprisingly effective for getting Michael enthused to come and see him each evening.
“Finish those hamburgers and I’ll suck you off like a pro this evening,” Levi teased. “Come on… nice big bites now, Fat Boy! That’s it!”
Oh, how Michael moaned with delight! It was their own secret love language. Michael had stopped looking for other people to pleasure him because no one quite knew how to get his dick as hard as Levi did. No one else would have the skills to edge Michael the way he liked, how much a jiggle of his fat could get him going, or whispering cheeky encouragement into his ear could build into such an explosive finale.
Perhaps it was because it was a regain, Michael grew with exceptional speed. Blubber spread throughout his torso, puffing up the cheeks of his face and widening his appearance from behind. His stomach had a long arch to it under Michel’s large chest, becoming tank-like and magnificent.
“It feels so much different to the last time I was three-sixty,” Michael declared, gazing at his naked reflection in the mirror after building up quite a sweat pounding Levi on the bed. “My belly doesn’t feel as big, but my butt is so much softer this time!” he laughed, reaching around for one of the oversized glutes and jiggling it as he chuckled at the sight of its movement.
“That’s probably because all you do is sit on your fat ass all day with this new job,” Levi replied, sitting up in bed and rubbing his dick, still waiting for his turn to be satisfied. It was curious that Michael’s gut had still been larger than this. It was so round and protrusive, with chubby pecs that had thoroughly drooped down onto the extensive shelf that had formed.
Michael grinned, still amused and delighted by the way his butt was looking. “I love it!” he declared, as his immortal hardness began to rise up once more. “It feels so different to what I’m used to. It makes me feel so…” he mused, a little unsure how to phrase what he wanted to say next. “Have you ever tried being a top?”
Levi sat up. “A couple of times,” he answered, surprised that Michael was suggesting such a thing for them. With his building lard, Michael had seemed to become more and more submissive to it each week; hanging on Levi’s every word as he tried to come up with more and more arousing ways to keep the big man eating. “Why? What are you suggesting?” he asked, unable to hide his interest.
Michael looked at him seriously. “I just think it’s a good next stage for me. My ass is properly soft now…” he smiled, giving it yet another jiggle. “Someone should be fucking it, don’t you think?”
Smiling wickedly, Levi nodded in agreement. “Sure. I can do that one day,” he grinned, needing Michael’s mouth on his dick as soon as possible. “Once it’s a little softer, I’ll give it a nice, big pounding…”
“You still want me fatter?” Michael asked keenly. It was a question he threw at Levi frequently, practically oinking with delight each time Levi agreed.
“Oh, I want you fatter alright!” Levi teased, beckoning the fat man back to the bed as he spread his legs wide and held up his hardness, ready to insert into the greedy mouth. “Just keep eating, Piggy, and you’ll soon be soft enough to experience what a proper fucking feels like…”
Certain things really worked with Michael. Levi hadn’t realised then how much he had stumbled upon something that struck such a chord with the guy’s ever evolving kinks. He’d become like a man possessed, sending Levi pictures of almost everything he was eating at each meal. Something had shifted in him. He was going for it with full force: rapid, blubbery expansion, citing Levi’s words as his inspiration.
“I bought some super-sized underwear for me to grow into for you…” Michael declared between kisses on the couch one evening after work. The man had been eating almost all day, keeping a record of his calories on his cell phone and aiming for ever more extremes of gluttony. Fat was spreading on top of already well established fat, softening Michael up in almost every direction. He wanted to be inspected, meaured and weighed in for progress. “Is my ass fat enough yet?” he asked.
As much as Levi wanted to unleash himself upon it, the anticipation of making him wait was far too alluring. “Almost…” he grinned every time, bouncing the unrecognisably lardy glutes. “But I stil need it fatter…”
Michael sighed in both delight and frustration, promising as he came each night that he would continue to transform himself into the fattest man that he could be. Levi wondered how far he was going to let Michael take things before he surrendered and gave him what he wanted so desperately. He was enjoying having Michael fixated of the idea of being fucked by him; the long, drawn-out process of longing for it. Michael had always been kinky, but he’d never had to wait for something like this before. His sexual frustration was evident as he sent Levi videos of his raging erections, even as he ate his lunch at work.
“This is for you…” Michael would wink in a 50-second video, raising a tub of whipping cream and then hastily downing it all in one go, looking around him in the parking lot to ensure that no one was around as he gave his pulsing dick a few strokes up and down, and burping like an old drain.
It was Michael’s birthday that September; the first one of their group to turn twenty-eight. Jake and Rick had suggested heading out to the city to visit some clubs, but all Michael had requested was an evening in their usual bar.
“Do you think he’s dating another freak?” asked Rick, as the rest of them couldn't help watching Michael as he stepped away to order himself a drink. The man’s whole shape was altering as blubber engulfed his previously solid frame; large, puffy arms and pillowy fat broadening his back at his shoulder blades. His clothes were a snug fit, just as they always were, leaving nothing to the imagination about how extreme the man’s love handles had become as his monstrous gut launched outwards. The sturdy strength of his athletic butt had been completely diminished as a pair of wide, underexercised and expansive glutes pressed unflatteringly up against large jeans that sat far too low to completely conceal his crack. “I’ve never seen anyone put on weight this quickly before.”
Levi tried to conceal a smirk.
“Well, he says not. But there’s gotta be some girl behind this somewhere,” Jake nodded in agreement. “He must be well over 400lbs now,” he noted, seeming to be sizing their tall friend up in his head.
“Oh, at least,” Levi nodded in agreement, knowing that Michael was actually closer to 430lbs.
“Shit!” laughed Rick, turning back to the group of friends with a giant smirk across his face. “It looks like we were exactly right!”
Levi chuckled, looking around in amusement. What had Rick seen that suddenly made him so sure that Michael was seeing someone?
One by one, the other guys laughed and nodded, seeming to understand. “Haven’t you spotted her?” Rick asked, as Levi seemed to be the only one who hadn’t caught on. “Look who just walked in. It’s his ex, Annabelle!”
Levi’s head swung to the entrance space. He hadn’t paid so much attention to the picture Michael had shown them all of his ex, yet the other guys seemed to recognise her right away. She was indeed, completely stunning, garnering stares from every single man in the room. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion as Levi watched her walk up to Michael and place a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention. She was here for his birthday, holding a present in her hand and passing it over to him.
Had Michael invited her? Surely not! He hadn’t talked about her in months! Levi studied his face carefully before deciding that he definitely hadn’t been expecting her. His fat face was one of complete shock, even as he was pulled into a gentle embrace by the petite girl almost a quarter of his size.
“What a liar!” Jake laughed, watching his lucky friend receiving attention from the outrageously sexy girl. “I guess he just couldn’t resist going back for seconds!”
Levi’s jaw clenched. He could tell from the way Annabelle was fussing around him that she was flirting. So, she’d heard how well Michael had continued to grow and decided to get him back? An angry, jealous goblin seemed to rise up out of him, suddenly finding himself marching across the room towards the former lovers.
“And when I called by your parents’ place, they told me you would be down here,” Annabelle was smiling, before stopping as she saw Levi approach.
“It’s amazing to see you,” Michael smiled back at her, before also noticing they were no longer alone. “Levi, this is my ex, Annabelle,” he delighted in saying.
Levi’s cheeks clenched in a forced grimace. He had no intention of making polite introductions. “Where’s your boyfriend?” he asked, pretending to see if anyone had followed her in. “Are you here on your own?”
Annabelle sighed and pouted sadly, in a way that many infatuated men probably found adorable. “Unfortunately, we broke up,” she replied, looking keenly to see Michael’s reaction to the news. “I made a big mistake choosing him. Things just didn’t work out.”
“I’m so sorry!” Michael offered, putting a consoling hand on the pretty girl’s shoulder. “That sucks!”
Levi rolled his eyes. If she wanted a fight, he’d give her a fight. “So, what was the plan then? You finish with one guy, then race down here to try and get your ex back?”
Annabelle was good. She looked across at Michael with big, innocent eyes, her mouth aghast with horror at the impolite way she had been addressed. “No! Not at all. I just needed to see my old friend!” she replied, clearly lying through her teeth.
“What’s got into you?” Michael asked Levi in surprise; more amused than annoyed.
“Michael and I have known each other since our first year in college,” the girl continued feigning her innocence. “I just needed to see a familiar face… That’s all.”
“Whatever!” Levi scoffed. “You’re here because you heard Michael’s packed on so much more weight these last few months and you realised he had more potential than you first thought.”
Annabelle looked back at Michael, and then down to his large, round stomach. “Well, I’m not going to lie. You do look pretty good,” she smiled. “You’ve come a long way since I first met you…” she teased, trying to share an intimate moment with him.
Michael suddenly seemed to catch on. He sighed heavily and then placed his great arm over Levi’s shoulder. “Annabelle, perhaps I should explain that Levi is my feeder these days.”
“This guy?” Annabelle asked, utterly speechless and unimpressed. She’d dropped the innocent approach now, looking just as hard back at Levi as he was looking at her. “I bet he doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing. Don’t you remember the things I used to do to get you to eat for me…” she asked Michael, seeming to throw out her chest more.
“It’s the reason I got kicked off the college football team,” Michael nodded with a smirk.
“Your coach was so pissed!” Annabelle continued, trying to lure Michael back down memory lane with her. “I already had a reputation back then. All the guys had warned you not to date me. You skipped so many practices getting fed and sucked off. Do you remember how sexy those first few pounds felt?”
“That’s true!” Michael nodded. “You never forget your first feeder.”
Annabelle’s smile was wide.
“But you never could have gotten me as big as Levi has already. His methods are just a little more… advanced,” Michael finally stated, just as Levi placed a possessive hand on his broad butt, not caring that all their friends were watching them from only twenty five feet away.
“The fat pig eats for me now!” Levi spat victoriously.
Michael looked to the side to grin happily at his lover. Had Levi really just said that in public? Already Levi could feel the man getting aroused by him once more.
“Michael… Come on!” Annabelle cried, as if trying to make her ex see reason. “Remember how much fun we used to have?”
But Michael wasn’t listening. With his oversized butt being caressed by Levi, he’d slipped into a fog of lust. “Everyone can see what you’re doing you know?” he whispered, thrilled by how openly Levi was admiring his size.
“I don’t care…” Levi smiled back, happy to block out Annabelle entirely as he kissed the big man passionately.
“I’m sorry, Annabelle,” Michael smiled at last, handing her back the present she had brought along that evening. “Like my feeder said, I’m Levi’s fat pig these days…”
Levi kept his eyes open as he kissed Michael next, eying Annabelle as her face curdled like sour milk. She turned around and marched out, probably having spent hours travelling here, all for nothing.
Coming out as a feeder hadn’t been as challenging as Levi had expected. Of course, their friends had questions, but Michael’s shameless enthusiasm had been more than a little contagious.
“So, how fat are you planning on making him?” asked a bewildered Jake.
“As fat as I want…” Levi grinned up at his lover, poking him in his ever softening tummy.
He knew he’d crossed a line and could never go back after today. But, as he dropped Michael’s underwear that night, bent him forwards over the bed and gently pressed himself inside, between those doughy, fleshy cheeks, he knew this was exactly where he wanted to be. He’d come so far with Michael, but still had much further to go. More fattening treats to be consumed, more lard to be developed if he was to train him up like he needed. He hadn’t become a feeder overnight and, likewise, Michael wasn’t about to surrender to his true submissive self just yet. But, pound by pound and fucking by fucking, Levi knew that he would one day come to be the the complete lardy chub that he was after. Despite all the women Michael had had in his time, he’d finally been captured, like a little piggy in its pen.
The fat man was his.
