Not edited. This is my first story with feedism.
I want to get dressed up all fancy in my suit and go to a nicer place with someone that really truly loves me and wants to be with me. I’ve told them my enjoyment of being a big dude and they’re open and accepting to that and love me all the same.
Unbeknownst to me, my partner has been doing some research on feedism and has either developed the feeder kink or discovered it within themselves. My waistline fucked. The waiter comes by to take drink orders. My partner orders four cocktails. Unusual, but they sometimes drink and maybe they wanted to try some new drinks.
The cocktails arrive at our table and they push all four in front of me.
“Drink them,” They command.
These may be sipping liquors but I’m downing them like shots. The alcohol takes hold fast. For being a fat guy I’m a lightweight because it’s rare that I drink. I start to feel fuzzy. And hungry.
I don’t remember ordering. A massive steak is placed in front of me. This has to be at least a half pound of meat. A generous portion of decadent mashed potatoes is next to it and alongside is asparagus swimming in butter.
Oh. There’s two of these meals. My partner ordered the same thing. Wait why do they have fish then? These are both for me??
I give my partner a quizzical look. They say nothing, gesturing to the plates that they’re both for me.
I dig into both of them, feeling my already tight suit get tighter. The steaks are juicy and have a gorgeous crust. Both are gone rather quickly along with the asparagus. I begin to slow down as I near the end of the potatoes. I can feel them in my lungs.
“Not slowing down are you?” My parter inquires, their tone dripping with teasing.
They’re about three quarters of the way through their meal. Have I been eating that fast? I shake my head and shovel the potatoes into my mouth. My plates are clean. I can feel the alcohol wearing off with all the food in my belly. Another two cocktails are pushed my way.
Through pants And stifled burps I manage to ask my partner, “what are you doing? Why are you having me gorge myself this way?”
“Oh honey bear, you told me you were into this, did you not? Your little confession to me a few months ago got me thinking and…well… I want to see you much, much, bigger.”
Heat pools between my legs and I feel myself getting hard. I don’t say anything in return. I just grab the cocktails and down them. The fuzzy feeling returns. Despite my taught stomach and straining shirt buttons. I feel somewhat hungry again.
“Are we getting dessert?” I ask my partner. “Take a guess, tubby”
Tubby? That’s a new one. I feel my heart hammer in my chest.
“Uhhhh. Yes we are getting dessert then?”
“Good boy. What a smart good boy you are.” They shove the reminder of their dish at me and I happily eat it while they flag down the waiter and order dessert. Oh fuck they’re getting panna cotta…and cake with ice cream…AND TIRAMISU???
I look down at my buttons and mentally will them to hold on tight.
Dessert isn’t for sharing, I’m told. It’s only for me and my “growing gut”. The panna cotta goes down smooth. The tiramisu follows without much issue.
The cake… the cake feels like an impossible task now. I can hear my shirt creak with each breath I take. Bite by bite I get through the cake. I don’t know if I can stand. For this being their first time stuffing me they sure got me ready to pop. I sat in a stupor while my partner pays and thanks the wait staff. I try to stand up. I can’t seem to get my legs under me. Fuck I’m so full. My partner has to help me up as I put a hand under my belly and lean back, trying to keep my balance with a much heavier belly. I can feel eyes on me as I waddle out of the establishment.
Shit, I’m so full I’m waddling??? I have to try to suck in my stuffed gut to keep my buttons from straining so hard. Once we get to the car my partner pats my belly and opens the passenger door for me. I breathe out at I sit down and PING PING PING PING. My shirt buttons are GONE. I’m panting and trying to cover my belly out of embarrassment. My partner closes my door and sprints to the drivers seat. “Don’t you dare hide that belly, the night isn’t over yet. Just wait till you see what I’ve got at home…”
How big are they gonna make me???
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