Feeding

Chapter 5

She started off strong, greedily digging into the entire platter of ice cream that was layered heavily with fudge, a variety of candies and a fresh steaming brownie. She went for her favorite bits first and picked it apart like a tactician. She had obviously done this before. I ate small portions of my own as I watched her from across the table.

She was nearly done with hers, slurping up the melted cream and chocolate at the bottom of the bowl. She was making these cute little excited moans here and there. She looked over to me with ice cream on her chin, slightly embarrassed. To see her dig her way through such a huge tasty portion in the wink of an eye was a huge turn on. Knowing that all those sugars and calories were going to cling to her ass and thighs,

"You've barely touched yours. What's up?" Melody said

"I don't know, I think something from The Wok must have upset my stomach. I guess I bit off more than I can chew here." I said.

"Well we can't have it go to waste."

"You think you can finish it all yourself?"

"What can I say. I guess you've awakened my inner fat girl." She giggled.

Melody wasn't just embracing her inner fat girl, but she was indulging her outer fat girl as well. Maybe after being thin for so long as a teenager, she had a hard time realizing what a cute little plumper she already WAS.

At this point she went full on reaching for my bowl with her spoon.

"Here, just sit and relax, I can feed some to you." I said as I scooped a thick wad of brownie for her. The plastic spoon was bending backwards from the weight of the scoop.

She let me feed her three or four bites until she leaned back in her chair. A round stomach rose up and stretched the dress fabric to its limits.

"Oh, wow. I've never felt sooo full. I don't think I can take another bite." She mumbled with full cheeks and cream dripping from the corners of her lips.

"Here, I know something that might help."

I leaned in and planted a wet kiss onto her chin, sucking up the dripping ice cream and then moved on her lips. It was a single sensual kiss that drove her mad and finally cut through all of the sexual tension of the night. It only lasted a moment and then I offered her a deal.

"Now, you can have another sweet kiss, but only if you eat a another big spoonful of this sundae."

"Mmmm I see, and what do I get if I finish the whole thing, hmmm?"

She downed bite five, six and seven of the second sundae without hesitation. She couldn't resist at all, anymore. Her will power had melted away with the ice cream. She remembered feeling this way before, so stuffed and full. She had been happy. Way before high school and Brian. She was a chunky seven year old eating at Grandma's house. She was round and bloated after dinner, but insisted on eating an entire blueberry pie with her hands. Afterwards she couldn't move from the chair and rubbed her tummy softly. A wet tickle came from between her legs, but she didn't understand what it meant as a kid.

As an adult she knew exactly what it meant. As she came out of her catharsis and realized that the sundae had been finished bite by bite, and a pleasurable sensation burned between her chubby thighs. A little cream dripped off lips and splashed onto her ball of a belly. She was breathing heavy and her face was flushed like a rose. She wanted more...

I had always loved the way sexual eating worked. Filling yourself with decadent meals and savory treats to the brim would get you excited and horny. You eat to get turned on, and when you're turned on you want to eat. It was a vicious cycle that could spin out of control, resulting in throes of passionate climaxes and often times soft, fluffy feedees too big to move. I was aroused to see her finish all of the ice cream, but was even more excited to know that I had reawakened some long oppressed sexual relationship between her and food. I could tell by the signs of her body. Melody was now spinning in a cycle of arousal and food and as long I continued to encouraged her and feed her, she could finally indulge in her deepest sexual fantasies.

This is exactly the kind of state I love for my girlfriends to be in. Makes fattening them up so much easier. Melody was a keeper, for sure. She had exceeded all expectations

She was so full, it took a moment for her to speak. She licked her lips and groaned with pleasure.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to fatten me up." She joked

"What if I am? There's nothing wrong with a little bit of romance weight." I spoke honestly