Feeding

Chapter 13

I kissed her and undid my pants while I mounted her. I fell into her plump body and she spread her thighs. As she drank she thought about how much fatter she could become and was intensely aroused. I could see in her eyes that she wanted more. With each fucking, she grew hungrier and with each meal she dripped with sexual pleasure. I began thrusting, pushing her deep into the couch cushion and enveloping me deeper into her squeezable flesh.

Moments before orgasm the strain on her bra became too much and with a final SNAP her melon sized breasts spilled out and dropped heavily on her belly and pressed into my chest. One of my arms lifted a heavy thigh and the other squeezed her breasts while I continued to thrust.

"Oh god! Don't stop." Melody cried.

Her orgasm was intense and it seemed to shake the apartment. Her moan was long and explosion of pleasure came in waves that pulsed tremendously. My orgasm followed close behind, loving how fat I had made her. She quivered and had a yearning look.

"Mhmm I'm hungry" She said "I need another shake, handsome. Food always tastes so much better after sex."

How could I deny her?

That night she fell asleep on the couch, her stomach tight and happy. Tomorrow it would be a quivering ball of soft fat just waiting to be filled again.

Unsurprisingly, Melody had taken a liking to the gainer shakes which bloated her to a fluffy state and then settled on her body as fat while she slept. She would ask for one each and every day like an addict. My little feedee wasn't so little anymore and now that she had given up her reservations and fully obeyed our agreement, she was blowing up... FAST. The more she ate the fatter she grew and the fatter she grew the more she was able to eat, taking in over 6000 calories daily. She had put on 20 pounds in the last month alone. Scales trembled in her presence and a fattening snack was always within her grasp. She had become the big beautiful woman of my dreams.

Her thighs were thick and massive. When she sat they spread out and completely filled two seats on the bus or two business class airline seats or almost half of the couch. Just sitting next to her, the fat would spill over into my lap. She needed a throne fit for a fat queen. I loved it. Also, her breasts swelled and her bras seemed to jump up to a new size every other week. Fat developed behind her breasts and around her armpit making it hard for Fat Melody to put her arms down at her side.

And MY GOD those hips... They flared out wide to support her increased girth. Two pillows of flesh, one on each side, so soft and squeezable. Love handles for days... she was so fat and feminine. I grabbed her there often and teased her with my touch.

I studied the curves of her body, adoring her growing form. There was no need to hide my exhilaration anymore. She knew what I liked, and she liked it too. It became less about the food and more about how it would change her body. She looked at food like a wild-eyed beast, both ravished and aroused. She imagined her body swelling uncontrollably to new sizes while she ate. We talked for hours about how fat I planned to make her and we made a game out of guessing where the excess flesh would gather next. I squeezed and grabbed her all over. She blushed and joined her hands in too, and with gentle fingers, we explored her body together, finding new rolls and folds on her stomach. Then I would stuff her silly with her favorite treats and creamy shakes. Her clitoris throbbed and I rubbed her rhythmically. It was a truly erotic exercise. A fat fetishist's wet dream. Perfect for foreplay.

She had started at a lean and athletic 135 lbs. at 5'7", a fitting build for a high school soccer star. The steady relationship and the resulting breakup with her Ex plumped her up to up to 190, a good start. She was soft and had a habit of overeating, it was the perfect canvas to make a truly massive feedee. I unlocked her closeted desire to become bigger and her weight skyrocketed and her waistline hasn't stopped expanding. Her kink had become my kink. With me, she had put on 100 lbs. over the course of our 10 month relationship and 20 of those were just in the last month. This is the kind of weight gain that most Fat Admirers would dream of. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you have a dedicated feeder and hungry feedee. Watching her walk around, her fat shifting with every step, I couldn't help but pat myself on the back.

Her cheap bathroom scale groaned out a reading of "294". She was completely unable to read it around her breasts and gut, so she clamored off the scale and bent over to read, showing her ass.

"Hey look! I've already put on three pounds this week!" She said.

She was giddy to know that once she hit 300 the scale wouldn't even be able to measure her anymore. Time for a new scale, fatty. She was far more than double her teenage weight. Her thighs were larger around than her original waistline.

"Excellent job, baby. You're getting close to 300." I said spanking her from behind "We'll have to celebrate"

"A cake?! Or maybe two. No, cupcakes... three dozen!"

"You can have whatever you like."

"Maybe tonight you can feed me until I pop the button on these pants. They're getting so tight on my ass. I'm sure they'll burst soon."

"Is that a challenge?" I smiled knowing damn well she was ready for a feeding.

"I don't think you can handle all of this" She traced her hands around her hanging stomach.

"You want to bet?" I pounced on her and dug my arms under her rolls, my hands barely reaching the beginning of her ass. She pushed back, enveloping me. I stepped back into the bathroom sink pinned against it by her weight. She gyrated, clapping her thighs onto my dick through my pants. It was already hard and waiting. No surprise.

"You're amazing. I'm so turned on by you. If you keep gaining like this I won't be able to control myself around you." I said.

I imagined her at 400 pounds, falling into to me with three times the weight of little Melody from back in high school. Fat everywhere. Warm, soothing, growing. It didn't matter what benchmark Melody hit, I always got off wanting her bigger. There didn't seem to be any limit to her gaining or my fetish. In my ecstasy she was too big even for fantasy. Plummeting into endless gluttony and excess. I needed her BIGGER!

She whispered in my ear after a long kiss and few dry thrusts.

"You make me feel so sexy. I won't stop growing for you. I can't stop! Feed me and fuck me until you've had your fill."

Truthfully, I didn't know if I could stop either. I would never have my fill. She smiled knowing this, almost reading my mind. She pressed deeply into my pelvis and I nearly blew a load in my pants.