Ice Cream Feeder

• Pie Day 2026 •

Another year another Pie Day (3/14 get it??) and it's safe to say no pie could escape this massive greedy gut 😈

Slice after slice, gulp after gulp, and by the end of it my belly was a swollen, heaving mass of pure greed and gluttony hehehe

At first, he was happy to hear it was going well. Now, as he’s nearing the end of his first pregnancy, he’s starting to thing that he doesn’t want to be too perfect at this: he’d seen boys that had been bred continuously for three years because of their great birthing genes.

He tried overeating, he tried exhausting himself at the gym, but every time the feedback was positive: “baby is stacking on the weight”, “your cardio levels are looking great for a long labour”.

His baby is growing in my belly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Look at those tits, Brody!” He said, “It’s like your body has been waiting to grow a baby.”

He kissed down my neck, his hands moving between my breasts and the taught skin of my baby bump. My dick went hard, his fingers toying gently with my nipples. A groan escaped my lips.

There was a knock at the bedroom door. Mr Johnson continued to kiss me, grasping my tits more firmly. I squeaked with joy, his firm cock against my back.

“Hey Brody,” Sam called from outside, “Me and the boys are heading out for some pool, you wanna join?”

This is what happens when you unknowingly date a feeder…

It all started so innocently, my girlfriend offering me snacks, cooking meals I couldn't say no to, and insisting I never skip a meal. Coming from a life of being thin and sometimes even underweight, I wasn’t used to the constant push to eat past full. What I was used to was barely eating, never gaining even a pound, and always being the one in control. But with her, I let go….or maybe she made me let go, piece by piece. She made it feel like love, and I was too swept up in it to notice what was happening. I didn’t realize how quickly I was changing until clothes stopped fitting and buttoning up my favorite jeans became a painful chore. I tried to brush it off, frustrated and confused, but every time I noticed the changes, she'd drown me in affection, food, and attention, making it easy to forget. One day, I popped a button off a pair of pants and caught a glimpse of something unexpected in her eyes…excitement, even desire. In less than a year, I had unknowingly packed 70 pounds onto my once skinny frame. Everything felt…different…. I’d never had an extra ounce of fat on me before. Moving around got harder, I was always tired, and I’d become content just lounging, eating, and dozing off, but she loved it. I could see it in her eyes when I’d devour whatever she put in front of me, or when I’d finally outgrow a piece of clothing she bought me, or when I’d groan just trying to move after a meal. Looking back, it feels like I got fat on love. I know she didn’t do this to hurt me. She did it because she loved me (and still does), in her own intense, consuming way. Feeding me was how she showed it. Making me hers completely, soul, body and all. 

- leaning back in their seat and resting a hand on top of their big belly after eating too much

- struggling for a second to get up because their ever-expanding gut is throwing them off

- stretching to reveal underbelly and love handles

- making those adorable moans of distress and pleasure after being stuffed to capacity

“You see this?” he says over his shoulder to the father of his babies, not even turning fully, because he knows exactly where the other man’s eyes are. “They don’t go up anymore. Not over this.” He gives another useless yank for emphasis, making his massive ass jiggle on purpose to emphasize his point.

The dad smiles, openly admiring. “You had a big ass even before the pregnancy. Not my fault.”

Michael scoffs, flushed and clearly overwhelmed. He presses a hand against his lower back and takes a deep breath. “You did this to me. You got me this pregnant, and I’m already this big. I’ve still got months to go. Can you imagine how big I’ll be by the time I’m about to pop?” He pauses to catch his breath.

The other man only grinned even more.

“Don’t act like you’re not proud of what you did to me,” Michael says, absentmindedly sliding his hand over his massive ass to rub the meaty cheeks.

“I am proud,” the man replies shamelessly. “And you know how much I love how thick you look. And just for the record, the bigger you get, the more I want to get you even more pregnant next time.”

Why would he?

He shifts his weight, slowly swaying his hips and feeling his massive ass bounce with the motion. He’s always fully aware of how his body looks from behind. He doesn’t even need to turn around to know the pool guy has stopped working.

Still, he glances over his shoulder anyway—just enough to catch the guy staring, eyes wide, mouth barely shut, clearly not prepared for this.

Yeah. That reaction never gets old.

Billy grins to himself. He’s huge, impossible to ignore. He relaxes his posture, letting his body do exactly what it’s supposed to do—draw attention. He might be eight months pregnant, but he still wrecks people just by standing there.

Started with friends, neighbors, then hookups at the club, hookups on grindr, hookups in grocery store parking lots...any man he can get his hands on, anywhere his swollen, baby-filled gut manages to draw attention. He always manages to turn heads, strutting around shamelessly, confidently, in shorts that can barely contain his hips and ass, shirt that clings to his plumping tits, and belly that proudly hangs almost completely exposed. Almost everyone wants to touch, and he welcomes it - pulls their hand in with his own to really feel the babies kicking underneath, brings his face close to theirs, moves their hands in slow seductive circles over his body...and it's not long before they're spreading their legs for him; some looking at his belly with envy, desperate to feel as full as he looks, and others just enjoying the ride, feeling his massively pregnant body riding against their own - none realizing just *how* potent the seed he's putting in them will turn out to be.

He's a week overdue and still at it, looking ready to pop any moment and feeling his first contractions; even manages to seduce a few nurses when he finally checks into the hospital and his labor has started in earnest.

you just wanted to indulge in your feedee urges a few days a month. Maybe have a big stuffing once a week. You'll stop after you put on 5 or 10 pounds.

2 months go by and a few days a month become a few days a week. The passenger seat of your car is covered in empty fast food bags from stopping for breakfast and lunch during the week. It's only 15 pounds you've put on, you'll be able to go back to how you were before. One more McDonald's stuffing won't hurt.

2 more months go by and large meals become an every day occurrence. What was once considered a big stuffing is now just an average meal. You find yourself hungrier every day. You decide to size up your wardrobe after putting on 35 pounds since you started indulging. It's just temporary in your mind. You'll be able to go back to your old clothes.