Wrote another short story. Just me being gay and horny on main.
It was a simple game. Whatever she ate, I had to eat. I had been with Josie for a while now and things had gotten pretty serious. We were even living together. She was a tall girl, taller than me, and heavy as the day is long. I, on the other hand, was short and pretty thin. And that wasnât her type. Well, it was, sort of.
Yâsee, Josie liked nothing more than to take a feeder and turn them into a feedee. And with her hips and those dreamy eyes, there were few that could find the strength to refuse her any request. Meeting her gaze was like sharing a secret. Her very company made even bland occasions feel like a special moment worth remembering. I wanted to please her so badly.
And thatâs how I ended up agreeing to her little game of chase. Iâd be lying if I said I didnât want to be fat. Lying in bed with her, jiggling each roll and rubbing her tummy, she had poked and prodded. Carefully planted curious little seeds in my mind that left me wanting to know what it was like to feel my chest bounce with each wobble of my waist. Being short, she often teased that she could make me wider than I was tall. I was as scared as I was excited by the prospect, but she had already softened my mind to the idea and her coaxing was a most potent balm for any anxieties I could have felt, so I agreed.
âFollow the leader. If I eat, you eat.â Thatâs all she had said. And before long I would be unrecognizable.
At first she went slow. She was eating less than I knew her to indulge, but at the time I didnât notice as it was so much more food than I was used to. For one thing, I always skipped breakfast. Having to eat so much in the morning left me tired, but then she would pass me a latte and a snack like we hadnât just eaten and tell me to âeat up.â I always looked over to see how she felt but she made each portion seem like it was nothing. Always finished before me and then teasingly lifting her belly as if to say, âyouâll be just like me soon.â And she was right.
Once I started to acclimate to her portions, her constant teasing saw me start to match her speed. And all of it was starting to see me match her size. My waistline was gone. In its place, a pot belly. My pants were always digging into me and my breast were starting to pop out of my bra. I was outgrowing everything, but I couldnât stop to be concerned about new clothes or what I was doing to myself because every time I emptied my plate I would look up and see her smile beaming down on me with the warmth of the sun. I would be anything for those eyes and she rewarded me with ample love.
She knew I loved her belly and would distract my distended stomach and heavy breathing by letting me jiggle her while she softly rubbed my belly. When I ate particularly well she would reward me by smothering me in her belly. I began to try and eat a little extra just for a chance to be under her and she would put food in front of me so that I might have the chance.
Before long my belly went from bulging out to hanging down. I was already fat but so deep in her spell that I didnât understand how fat until one morning before breakfast she slipped into the bathroom behind me and lifted my belly, then plopped it into the sink. I was in shock. The cold porcelain held my belly like jello in a glass. The cool siding chilling my skin as I watched my stomach fill the sink. All she did was pat my side and walk to the kitchen for breakfast. I couldnât believe my eyes. I had been so busy playing with her belly, I had not given a thought to what she had been doing to mine. So caught up in following her fork that I hadnât been watching my own.
I knew what came next. She would go into that kitchen and eat enough for two, and I would follow. And how could I not? Every day watching this goddess indulge in her gluttony was a dream come true for me. And all I had to do was become like her. To indulge, to eat until I couldnât move, to engorge myself and swell to her plump standards. And if I was good and greedy, she would smother me with her huge belly.
Iâm almost her weight now, but she eats so much now even she has started to gain more. It always goes to her stomach first. When I can out eat her, I get to feel just how much heavier sheâs become. Itâs harder for me to get under her now. Being wider than you are tall has that effect. I watch less her fork and more her belly through the glass table as it hangs lower and lower down as she eats. And she watches mine.
