Just Another Hungry Hungry Himbo

by kyaada

Ever since Barrett started working at Chunk’s in the mall, he’d developed a bit of a cult following.  Barrett’s collection of too-tight tee shirts never failed to highlight every succulent bump and bulge, and the tops combined with packed skinny jeans never failed to impress.  Barrett had the most amazing pair of bubbled buns sitting atop mature tree trunk-sized thighs, finished off with meaty calf muscles.  Of course, his immaculate fade and neatly trimmed beard gave him a timeless look of masculinity to his handsome features, deep blue eyes, and pearly white smile.  When Chunk’s manager realized what a draw his recently hired ex-military muscled hunk had become, he immediately put him in the window– so to speak.

After Barrett had finished his main tasks, the manager would set him up in a front table alongside the main walkway with one of the biggest sandwiches.  Chunk’s was known for their huge stacked sandwiches and fresh breads, warning patrons that they may need to loosen their belts to finish one of the enormous two-handed sammies.  The live eating demo was effective in drawing in a variety of customers.  At the beginning of the sandwich, lady shoppers would file in to gawk at the handsome young stud while they’d split their lunch and still take half home.  Near the end of the sandwich,  Barrett would slow down a bit and labor as his stomach filled to the top.  His tight tee shirt couldn’t hide his brawny tight bulge, and he’d just lazily lean back in his chair, giving up the thought of sucking it in.  The post-sandwich advertisement would draw in the fat hungry dudes looking for a nice full gut, and Barrett would inspect them like cattle as they’d pile in for a good feeding.  

Give me feedees who don’t want to be helpless and immobile. Feedees who love their bodies but also love their hobbies. Feedees with interests apart from becoming a sentient couch for someone else to look after. Feedees who cosplay or garden or want to eat a variety of things. Feedees begging their feeders to learn how to make authentic chicken vindaloo, Jamaican style curried goat, maduros and ropa vieja, real pirogi, or llengas tacos. Feedees who work all day and come home and wolf down a table full of food because being productive enhances their appetite like no other. Feedees who absolutely want homemade apple butter and biscuits over egg mcmuffins. Feedees dragging their feeders out to the local U-Pick and eagerly filling their buckets with fresh summer berries and going “youre going to make pie AND cobbler right? and jam? i need that clove and raspberry jam. please.” 

And give me feeders who can’t just cook, they can throw down. Feeders who can make - and cure - their own sausages and bacon. Feeders who bake bread without recipes because the way their feedee eats it’s honestly easier to just bake it than keep going to the store every single day. Feedees who take pride in the variety and quality of what they put into their feedee. Feeders getting mad their feedee bought canned whipped cream because fresh is so much better and of course, there’s whipping cream already in the fridge just get the hand mixer out it takes like 20 seconds what are you doing with the Reddi-Whip. Feeders who make artisan ice cream just for their feedees. Feeders grinning at the U-Pick because they’re going to make pie, cobbler, jam, and summer berry wine for when their feedee wants something special after dinner. Feeders who have enough food skill to run a homestead if they really wanted to.