Feederism Short Stories

Woke Up Bigger? (Logan and Peter)

Peter POV

I woke up, sitting up and rubbing the blurriness out of my eyes. I could slightly feel my slightly chubbier cheeks.

Right beside me was my amazing boyfriend, Logan. I had been using him, basically as a pillow, while we were on the couch.

He had fallen asleep too, and still wasn't awake.

I moved slightly so I wouldn't wake him up, and stood up.

I almost fell again, but I could stand. I looked down at my now chubby belly, trying to cover it up with my t-shirt. I failed. I guess it was a crop top or something now...

I noticed that the other half of the chocolate cake I ate eariler was still out.

I walked over, sitting back on the stool I was on eariler.

I started to dig into it again, just picking up the precut pieces and shoving them into my mouth.

After only one piece, the stool started to creak. I didn't notice, immediately grabbing another piece. As soon as I was done with that one, I grabbed and  ate another one, etc, etc. With every bite, I could pretty much feel the pounds slowly adding to my already overweight figure.

After only a few minutes, I was already finishing off the last piece.

I shoved the last bite into my mouth. At this point, the stool was creaking just from me breathing.

I heard footsteps from behind me. Logan was up.

"Don't break the stool, it's your last one." I felt Logan's huge arms wrap around my exposed stomach from behind.

"I'm not going to break it... I'm not even that big." I looked down at my belly.

Without saying anything, Logan grabbed handfuls of my fat and jiggled it, trying to prove me wrong by just that.

Even with the massive handfuls of my fat in his hands, there was a lot of other fat that also jiggled. Chain reaction.

"Stop." I turned around and glared at him.

"Just proving that, you are big." He smiled. He moved his arms off of my stomach.

"I'm not big, you are. I'm only like..." I looked back down at my stomach, poking it and watching it jiggle. "Slightly over half your weight now." I looked up at him.

"That's still obese." He walked over to the fridge, taking out something. He put it on the counter. Another chocolate cake, though it seemed even more fattening, somehow."

"No it's not, I only ate one cake. Besides, I don't even have a double chin. Or stomach rolls." I said.

Logan looked down at my stomach, putting a hand between my, now two bellies. How did a single cake do all this...?

"H-how?" I mumbled. I felt for a double chin, and it was there too. It was just a cake, there was no way I already had rolls and everything.

"Here. Celebration piece." He handed me a piece of the new cake.

It was a single piece. No harm in it. "Okay..." I took the piece and ate it.