"Would you like some more ice cream?" Tim says as he prepares the couch for the movie.
"No thanks," I politely decline. As much as I love ice cream, and despite what Tim had said to me out on the beach, I didn't want to come across as a complete pig.
"Well I'm going to have some." Tim shrugs, heading over to the fridge. My mouth waters as he scoops chocolate ice cream into a bowl, but I ignore the craving. I just ate, for gods sakes!
I turn my attention back to the TV, where the featured films on Netflix are shown.
Tim sits down beside me. "I got us something," he says as he hands me a bowl of popcorn.
"Oh, thank you," I take the bowl and eat a couple pieces.
Tim picks up he remote. "This one looks good, should we watch it?"
I look at the screen to see he's selected a crime drama. "Yeah, let's do it." I smile and he clicks play.
I snuggle into Tim and he puts his arm around me. The bowl of ice cream is now right under my nose. Aww I want some. I don't say anything.
A few minutes pass and Tim offers me a spoonful. "I see you eyeing up my ice cream. Here you go," he chuckles.
I can't resist. "Thanks," I whisper, letting him feed me the ice cream.
He continues to offer me more as we enjoy the movie. I snack on the popcorn too.
When I begin to feel pressure build up inside my belly, I slow down on the popcorn. I let Tim continue to feed me the ice cream though, I was really liking it.
"Hang on," Tim says, getting up and dashing to the kitchen. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but he returns a moment later with another full bowl of ice cream.
"Tim.." I begin.
"I can tell you're really enjoying it, and there's no pressure to finish this," he offers me the bowl.
If I eat this, I'm going for a run tomorrow, I tell myself. I glance down at my round stomach.
"Do you like it better when I feed it to you?" Tim whispers over the movie and I nod. He takes the bowl and prepares a spoonful.
For some reason, I did enjoy it when he fed me the ice cream. It made me feel cared-for, and perhaps even loved.
I willingly ate every spoon he fed me, distracted by the film.
"Last mouthful," Tim informs me and I swallow it down.
"That was yum. Did you enjoy the ice cream?" I turn to Tim as the credits roll.
"You tell me Emily," he grins cheekily.
Omg I ate that whole bowl. Upon making the realisation, I gasp a little, bringing my hand to cover my mouth. No wonder my stomach feels so bloated. Tim didn't have any of it.
"I'm sorry I-" I start, a bit panicked.
"Relax, it's fine. I wanted you to have it." He explains.
"I'll go for a run tomorrow and maybe to the gym. I promise that this-" but he cuts me off again.
"Emily. I like chubby girls. I like girls with big appetites." Tim states. "I think you're perfect."
I hesitate before I respond. "You like my stomach, and me eating?" I question.
"Yeah. I really do."
I blush. His words make me feel accepted.
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Emily's Weight
RomanceA weight gain story. Emily stops watching her weight after meeting Tim, who introduces her to the concept of feederism. Tim is everything she is looking for in a man and it's not long before they hit it off.