The Feeder Captain

Yesterday, simply from nothing better to do, as I feel very difficult to even think, being exposed to the current heat wave, I joined a discussion via feedeemedia. The scenario was typical. Sad story, isolation, no more building up the original social network, friend's PayPal.

Scenario the more annoying, the more frequent it is and you know what? There is a way out from it. Find the genuine feedee being imposted, they will have some paid platform account these days for sure, and pay them there instead, if you can afford it. Usually the main channel is free of charge or for some peanuts, so not much at stake.

And finally, and that is your biggest reward, do not forget to happily report the impostor, that you did indeed subscribed to their content to support them safely for you and them too.

It is a very hot day and we have to sail a good chunk of sea to get to an eat all you can restaurant located next to the port, you've reserved us a dinner at.

Actually so hot we both resigned wearing even a swimsuit and let the breeze not only speed up our ship, but also chill down our bodies.

We departed early, while you were still sleeping, and after I set the course and trimmed the sails, there was not much to do since, so I've made you your favorite breakfast and brought it to our cabin, so you can rest and gorge yourself simultaneously. It was a good three hours ago and now you've finally joined me in the cockpit.

When you appeared rising from the saloon, I couldn't help myself not to admire your beauty again and also realize, how you've changed since we started living aboard.

You were so petite both by appearance and self confidence, but my endless loving care changed both. What better proof could I ask, when it comes to your confidence, than you coming to me fully naked and offering me your pussy for a morning kiss before you kiss me? And what better evidence of your physical change could be, than your marvelous growing curves. You stood up from the depths of our ship saloon like Venus from the sea foam and I feel like a proud artist, a crafty sculptor carving your once slim body to a curvier one by generous portions, constant supply of treats and passionate praises. Even now, after some time since you obediently ate a rather huge breakfast, your belly is swollen around your stomach and nicely completing round hips, newly forming a very cute lower belly fat roll and juicy fat thighs. You sit in my lap and I hug you in silence. We understand each other without words, so a simple physical act of closeness usually says all.

Will you oil me up Daddy, you ask after a while?

I nod with a glee and you pass me the bottle. As my hot large palms start oiling your soft body, the mood changes and so does your breath and my erection. The arousal starts slowly, but obviously we get hornier with every upcoming move. You're all oily already and I end up this little ritual of ours with a usual final move, where I brush you from behind with a long move starting at your kitty and ending up between your buttocks playfully teasing your lovely ass too by fingering you a couple of times. I know how much you like it and we would't like to waste an opportunity of having my fingers all slippery, right?

Being properly oiled you sit on my lap watching, where are we heading and as you saw the course is steady and sea clear of anything, you slip aside. Accidentally I'm sure! What a coincidence, somehow your legs just parted and my leg ended up in the middle and my skin felt the heat, softness and wetness of your craving pussy. Perhaps just by balancing the waves you started rubbing against it. My hand abruptly hit the autopilot function and rising up, I've set up you to bend over just to arch your divine ass and expose your pussy. You wiggle your ample ass expectantly and I, unable to hold myself any longer, slide in you from behind, grip your lovely tits from behind, squeeze your erected nipples between my fingers and arch you by lifting your body. It always accentuates your already round ass, that I cum in you in couple of thrusts and your orgasms started to rampage your body at the same time. I'll wait a bit, then pull out, sit you stride saddled on my lap again and enter you again, just to cuddle fuck you slowly again. Your cream pie is wetting my lap and we kiss each other while my hands caress you curves and your pussy slowly rides me with subtle moves of your hips while my cock is deep inside you. Another orgasm makes you bend back and your voice dominates the sea. You know how much I love your loud climaxes and this one was quite a memorable one, so you've made me cum again. I stand up still deep inside you and carry you to bench. After all this I just need some cold water to calm down my thirst. As I pass you by, you smile at me teasingly and ask me, to bring you a pint of ice cream to refresh too. I grab a fresh pint of salted caramel ice cream, spoon, two glasses and chilled water, and go back to cockpit.

By taking helm and turning off the autopilot the mood calms down too. Or at least it seemed so to me, but not to you. You drink the water quickly and rip the lid from ice cream. Then you settle yourself on the bench to be able to see me and arrange yourself the way, I can see you. A brief moment of waiting for me to make an eye contact and you spread you thighs to show me your still creamy pussy, you take the spoon and start eating the ice cream. Slowly. Teasingly. With a gluttonous smile with every spoon. As the ice cream is vanishing and melting, your belly is bloating more and watching you gorging on it make me hard again. Oh you know your Daddy so well! Still with a steady eye contact you just pat your belly, fondle your growing rolls, grab them lustfully and shake it. Finally you start changing pace and one ice cream spoon is switched for a short clit rubbing and back again to an ice cream. What a tease you are cherry pie! Again unable to hold myself, my finger hits the autopilot function and I smother my face in your cream pie. Yes princess shout for me in ecstasy, gain for me lustfully, be my endless glutton engorging both sex and food. I'll take care of every need you might have now or in the future.

We are together for some time already. Long enough to let you grow well beyond what normal society would accept as chubby, truth to be told. Your magnificent ass has already overgrown regular 60" tape measure, so we gave up the tracking. Your round belly is protruding in front of you as if you've swallowed a beach ball and your lower belly roll turned to be an endless source of arousal for both of us, for me by watching your gorgeous body jiggle at every step, should you make one, for you by rubbing your insatiable pussy and squeezing your juicy fupa. Your hips and thighs took a sizeable amount of your growth too, so you're rather waddling than walking and when we go for our regular walk, I proudly help protecting these tree trunks by chafing bands or in case like today by oiling whole your soft body. Hips and ass has grown so much, you started brushing smaller door frames and we often happily recall the day, when you discovered this and with your face gleaming with happiness you came to share this little secret. Oh what a sex it was that day even to our very high standards! And what a celebration feast it was, when we finished. It was for the first time you flatly refused to stand, as you were simply too full to move a muscle or even take a deep breath. I get horny every time I recall it and never forget sharing this happy memory with you. I have also got used to teasing you by putting my hand not on your hips, but having it comfortably rested on your ass shelf as it has became so obvious, that from time to time I just put my phone there knowing perfectly well, it'll never fall off. And did I mention the beauty of your torso? From back there is a couple of back rolls stretching your clothes and changing on their way to your chest to the most luscious pair of tits this planet ever had the honor to carry. Your upper arms are soft and jiggly and squeeze wider every time, you carry next treat to your lovely mouth on the rare occasions, you're not getting fed by me. Like today.

Today has started another treasured ritual of ours. Two weeks of Italian holiday. Mentioning it was a very pampering and fattening time would be pointless as almost every our ritual spins around treating you as a true hedonistic goddess. We've just arrived and by looks we collect, people are obviously not used to us just yet. We hit the beach on a late morning, as breakfast for princess takes some time and after that you are used to take a little nap I wake you from by fondling your curves and oiling them. Not an inch of your ample body forgotten by my greedy hands, you always get so horny, that a series of orgasms is definitely a must from eating you out, your preferred set of toys and senseless fucking from behind in the end as I never miss the opportunity to admire that fucking big ass and its shelf amplification when you arch and put your face down. Your already big ass seemingly growing even bigger and thus driving me to another round of fattening my princess up.

After I'm finally willing to stop grabbing that treasure of love handles, we leave for a beach walk. It is already hot, so even this little walk has some purpose. We are not in the kingdom of ice cream to eat plain bred, right? We are slowly pacing the beach from one ice cream trolley, where your with red face point from one flavor to another so many times, we never leave it with less than two large cones piled up with generous portions. We continue on our walk and you devour this new portion of tastes and calories clearly attracting looks. We love this part and we are also analyzing, what look was caused by another poor victim of what normal means and who is another fat admirer or even feedism person like us. What is the best part though, if somebody's fat shaming urge forces ones to confront us with ones perspective. As you're of a soundly health, we have nothing to say back and we just listen politely. And once all ammunition goes in void, I only hug you with an obvious possessive gesture, grab any of your fat roll at hand and with the other hand appreciatively pat your gluttonous belly while responding, that we simply cannot help it, as this is the best life we can ever imagine. Finally, when there's such an opportunity, I'll just kiss off a drop of ice cream from your bulging chest or belly and we leave the attacker stunned laughing aloud.

Our walk continues and watching you devouring what must have been litres of ice cream now, I get immensely and visibly hard and so horny I can't keep my hands of your goddess like body no matter the public audience around. Luckily enough we are on our way back to our bungalow already and judging by your increased pace you're unbearably horny too, so last pit stop at the ice cream trolley with a thermos bottle to have some provisions for later and we are in private. Even the shower is too far away to hold back and we start kissing each other passionately just behind the front door. You cum almost instantly after I take off your swim suit and brush your clit with my fingers. You pant moaning and screaming against the wall and hold your belly up so I can get to your clit with my starving mouth too. I love how soaking wet you get every single time. First couple of your orgasms has faded, another are waiting for you in the shower, kitchen and bed. Finally you fall asleep in my arms again satisfied in every way just to be spoiled what turned to be another litre or perhaps more of ice cream we bought and which melted just right to a point of being cold and refreshing, but also could be funneled to your already hungry mouth.

I've just woken up. Morning has barely begun and I'm thinking, how I'd spoil you today. How about being woken up by a long head leading to a series of orgasms until you fall off and then a whole pile of buttery pancakes smothered in maple syrup, scrambled eggs with fresh baguette and a big coffee made with cream instead of milk and a breakfast in bed handfed while you lean to my chest.

I'll be rubbing your tightening belly as you graze through all the food heaps and I change my attention from growing belly and tightening stomach to your pussy soaking at the same pace as your feeling of fullness.

And my deep voice rumbling to your ears saying, be a good girl for Daddy, open up. Surely you're still hungry, just look, how much is waiting for you yet. One more bite couldn't hurt, right princess? I'm so proud of you.

Finally you end up totally over stuffed and fall off in a food coma for a change, so I can make you another treat. Like my special bundt filled up with chocolate, walnuts and espresso. I'll bring it to you to wake up you by it's rich seductive smell still steaming hot, so the ice cream melts slowly into it. Of course there will be a rich shake with coffee to help you wake up and fight the dizzy feeling from the breakfast stuffing you still feel in your lovely belly.

Wanna know, what's my dark magic? Everything is OK and worth praising, if you enjoy it princess.

You like eating? Good, here's your second plate. And third. How about some desserts? Just open up! I see you're quite tired by all that eating. Let me do the work.

Did you enjoy that bloated feeling after feeding? Let me stuff you from the other end too, so it intensifies. And feed you while fucking.

Do you love your rolls? Let me kiss every inch of your gorgeous body and count and soothe your stretch marks with my tongue.

You wanna feel validated? I'll whisper to your ear, how much I admire you while lovingly caressing your body.

Only the best is good enough for you.

And all this has a prelude too. Imagine we go shopping in all your favorite shops.

All your favorite treats are piling up and suddenly you realize, how much your greed and gluttony took over. How much you're getting hand fed eventually.

An amount beyond all your imaginations is going to your ever growing belly, forming new fat rolls, curvier body, more lust, more gluttony, bigger stomach to be able to eat even more in the future.

After every shop visit you get wetter and hornier and I help it by whispering to you, what a good girl you are to your Daddy by even planning to eat it.

How am I proud of you and how am I looking forward to seeing your growth bite after bite. And touching you with pride in public with my eyes gleaming. Patting your belly in front of all people, slapping and grabbing your growing ass. Grasping your soft juicy thighs while making you my passenger princess and stopping at every drive through we are passing by.

Your face redden with all the admiration you get, almost making you cum just from the attention you get.

Yes.

Not out of disrespect of the reblogged feedees or from losing interest in big, hungry and growing women. On the contrary actually, the older I get, the clearer I am in my preferences and the less I care for what's called a common beauty standard.

I just don't want to get my content virtually invisible in heaps of gorgeous bodies and thus bury my dream in other's content, no matter how hot it was.

As I'm looking forward to another educational sailing trip, my mind gets attracted to think over it.

Frankly, if there's one reason my inner feeder beats the skipper over, it's the catamaran crew comfort and a big galley as a part of deck level saloon. You can cook enjoying the view to the sea and of course the endlessly pampered princess around.

Being a hobby skipper is a huge responsibility described the best by one of my friends, when I got my license. Congrats bro, from now one you'll always be a half way to jail.

Why is that?

A skipper is responsible for every crew member. Always! Even for adults getting a shore leave.

It is no surprise then, that skipper role is closely watched by the authorities and skipper takes a tril evidence too to protect himself. The most important part is a crew list. When skipper rents a boat, he has to pass a correct and thorough crew list to the charter, including full name, date of birth, nationality and ID number. If crew member joins the trip for a part time, i.e. Tuesday and Wednesday, he has 3 crew lists, from Saturday to Monday (as chartered trips usually start in Saturday), Tue-Wed, Thu-Sat.

This is an exact evidence for he has not lost anyone without knowing.

And also crew members must be informed of risks and behavior while aboard and they are obliged to obey skipper's orders, which are stated in captain's log. When worse comes to the worst, skipper can exclude the crew member from the trip for mutiny. This also must be stated in the log with details of an exact location, reason and equipment left with him.

I know the sea is these days turning rough, but what the hell. It's still warm in Mediterranean and the thought and recall of sun rising from sea calmed down by the night shining over bay, where boat os anchored suddenly becomes painy.

What I came with? An offer to spend a pampering week aboard under a feedee terms mutually discussed in advance and agreed on. Little unusual, I know, but I still consider it a generous one.

What I got? A bunch of impostor scammers.