Feeding

Epilogue

I had known Melody in high school when she was MUCH thinner. She had been an all star athlete, fit and thin, and an object of attention for all the boys. Looking at her now, she was an object or gluttony and indulgence, living in a fantasy of morbid obesity. Her chubby thighs that once kissed together had turned into mountains of fat that spilled out all over the bed. She could barely lift them anymore, poor thing. She couldn't even fit into any of the custom clothes I had bought her. When I brought her out in public there was only one thought going through everyone's mind.

"DAMN, that girl is big!"

Melody and I both took it as a compliment.

Her stomach was a gargantuan display of stretch marks, rolls, and soft subcutaneous fat. Her breasts were massive globes that rested tenderly atop her belly as she sat. She bent over with a wheeze and a grunt, stretching with every bit of her strength to reach out and finger her own clit. If she kept eating at this rate, she may not be able to reach it next year. She pleasured herself and traced her gluttonous curves with plump fingers.

She had gotten into a long term relationship with me, an extreme FA with a penchant for turning my romantic partners into whales. She made a promise to me; she would become as big as I wanted as long as we remained monogamous. I had kept up my end of the bargain and Melody had absolutely kept up hers. She had blown up nearly 200 pounds since I met her all those years ago, and showed no signs of stopping. She had fallen into the role of a helplessly fat feedee. It had happened so much faster than I had even imagined.

Melody had stopped asking questions like "How fat do you want me?" and "How much should I eat?". She simply accepted that there would be no limit to her expansion. When I brought a funnel filled with a calorie rich syrup to her lips, her only response was "Yes, please. More."

She took up her new role extremely well.

Moving around had become a chore for her. Stairs, even a short flight of four or five, left her red-faced and breathless. She was wider than most door frames in my apartment and needed help squeezing through. She grew so fast that soon there were rolls she couldn't reach while washing in the shower. It was a turn on to see her slowly but surely become too fat for daily activities.

She asked me for help her in the shower, completely nude. Her stomach hanging and nearly doubling over. Naturally, I obliged.

I lathered her up with soap and explored every nook and cranny of her plump body. I could tell she had put on a few pounds since last week as there was a curious new roll gathering on her hips. She and I could barely fit together inside the shower door. It made me rock hard. I pressed her face first into the shower glass, her breasts and stomach getting squished and spread out wide. I lifted up her titanic ass cheeks and guided my manhood inside her. She moaned long and slow. It was the same kind of moan she made when I stuffed her.

After the shower, she dried herself as best she could and smacked her lips. She had just eaten, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was ravenous. There wasn't a period in the day where my piggy wasn't thinking about food, and it showed on her.

"Sex always makes me so hungry." She smiled with deep dimples and multiple chins "I guess that makes me a pretty good Feedee, huh? I'll keep growing and growing as long as you pleasure me daily."

There was no doubt about that. I prepped another funnel to sate her appetite. I watched fervently as she drowned in a fattening concoction of my own creation. It was beyond perfect.