The Feedee - By Kid A

[kid a]

THE FEEDEE

By Kid A

Part 1


Yawning, Seth sat behind the sushi station at the Bellagio Casino Buffet, watching the usual array of gamblers, B-list celebrities and drunks mingling about filling their plates. An aspiring poker player, he had been drawn to the allure of Las Vegas like a moth to a flame; several months of bad beats however had left him reeling both financially and mentally. A break from the tables seemed to be the the only option to stop the bleeding, but he was still stuck in Vegas and had to pay the rent so gainful employment was a necessity. 

It wasn’t so bad working the buffet, especially at a ritzy location like the Bellagio. However, wearing that service uniform while watching people living the exciting life he had pursued left him feeling hollow on many a late-night drive home. This particular Thursday evening was like any other. That was, until a striking couple walked through the door. 

The man entered first. Dressed in a sharp pin-striped suit and crisp white dress shirt, he slicked back his dark hair and led her by the hand towards a corner booth. He looked to be in his mid forties, with a strong build and the swagger of a Vegas regular. 

In tow was a stunning young beauty, at least twenty years his Junior. She seemed taken aback by the commotion of the room....almost a bit skittish. Apprehensive. As they arrived at the table, he gave her a re-assuring nod and pointed her to a seat in the back. The phrase “built like a brick house” had never found a more welcome home than this young vixen. Her generous D-cup breasts popped out over the neckline of her slinky black dress, which hugged her ample yet toned curves all the way down to flared hips, a voluptuous ass and statuesque thighs. 

As she sat down, she picked up her phone and swiped the screen. Seth watched as the man glared at her; noticing his ire, she promptly set the device down on its face and looked back at table. Seemingly pleased with her deference, the man squeezed her arm and motioned towards the main buffet line. She nodded, but remained seated as he rose from his chair and headed in the direction of the various high-end entrees and desserts. 

15 minutes later, he returned, his arms laden with at least 6 plates piled high with their most decadent selections. Steak, scrumptious pasta and mashed potatoes, slabs of barbecued ribs, gourmet cakes and pies; it was a feast suitable for a family of eight. 

Seth chuckled to himself. “Man, it must have been a long night at the bar for these two if they are that hungry.” But his eyebrows raised as he watched the man place five of the six plates in front of his dinner companion. Her eyes grew wide as she surveyed the bounty, and she looked up at him as if to confirm some mistake. 

He returned her gaze nonchalantly and motioned back to the food as he took a long drink of his Heineken. With a gulp, she nodded in agreement and began to dig in. Seth watched with amazement as she plowed through the first two plates with ease; each of them easily 1,500 calories. Her cheeks bulged from the effort, and he could see sweat forming on her brow as maintained the surprisingly gluttonous pace. 

Mid-way through the third plate, however, she seemed to hit the proverbial wall. Leaning back in her chair, she rubbed her bloated mid-section and looked at him with a coy smile. Seth could make out her words from across the room. “Isn’t that enough, honey?”

The man gave her a stern expression in return and shook his head in disapproval. With a defeated sigh, she looked back down and took a long drink of water. As she dug back into her food, the man’s look of pleasure returned and he picked up his own phone for some leisurely surfing. 

Seth scratched his head in puzzlement. He had seen a lot of strange things in Vegas, but this was near the top of the list.

 

[kid a]

Part 2

 

For the next few weeks, Seth occasionally thought back to that couple, and the unusual exchange he had witnessed in the buffet. While staying focused on his job (his uber-strict bosses made sure of that), he would often find himself scanning the restaurant floor, wondering if they would make a repeat appearance. 

Then one Saturday night as he was tidying his area, the double-doors swung open and there he was. Dressed to the nines once again, he extinguished a cigarette in the ashtray outside the door before strutting in. Pausing for a moment, he rolled his eyes and (out of earshot) beckoned for someone to join him. 

And there SHE was. Attired in the same sexy dress as the first time he laid eyes on her, she hesitantly walked past the Greeter and grabbed his hand. Instantly drawn to them, Seth chuckled to himself as he surveyed her figure. “Well well...looks like they already had dinner tonight,” he muttered under his breath. Her abdomen was visibly swollen - swelling over her designer belt and protruding out several inches. 

But as he looked at her more closely, his jaw dropped. She was getting fat! Not a huge surprise considering what he had observed previously, but Seth was stunned at how much weight she had gained in such a short period of time. It had to be at least 25 pounds of newfound flab adorning her already voluptuous figure. 

Her arms were visibly softer, and jiggled every so slightly as she made her entrance. Her face was still gorgeous, but had a newly cherubic look to it. Cheeks bordering on chubby framed her softening features, and there was a hint of a double chin as she yawned and looked around at the evening’s spread. 

Below, her breasts were as stunning as ever but seemed heavier, sagging with newfound urgency and bouncing as they made their way to a booth next to the main buffet line. She had a true belly now, and as Seth tried not to leer he watched her struggling with the taught fabric at her waist and trying to adjust the plump love handles oozing out over her belt. 

Her ass, meanwhile, had become the defining attribute of her body, somehow eclipsing those massive tits. It bulged out nearly a foot behind her, large flabby butt cheeks wiggling and shaking through and beneath her short dress as she turned towards her seat. Her thickening thighs spread out wide as she sat down and with her date eyeing her, picked up the drink menu. 

She looked at him expectantly, but to Seth’s surprise he didn’t stand up to get their plates. Instead her leaned over and whispered something in her ear; her eyes widened for a moment but then she abruptly got up and wobbled in the direction of the nearest station. 

A few minutes later she returned carrying a tray laden with mounds of food - nearly every fattening choice from the menu. He nodded with approval and continued to drink his beer as she plopped back down and dug in. Dozens of patrons passed by as she pigged out in earnest, but none other than Seth seemed to take notice of her gluttonous display for a party of one.

[kid a]

Part 3

 

Over the next few months, the pair became a regular fixture at the Bellagio Buffet. Their schedule varied, but at least once or twice a week Seth could count on an appearance during his assigned shifts. Usually late night (munchies hour apparently), but an occasional breakfast feast was sprinkled in as well. 

Their dynamics, though foreign to Seth, became ingrained and predicable. It was clear he was in charge; yet for some reason her attempts to curry his favor took the form of these very public and unusual displays of gluttony. The impact on her figure was steady and glaringly obvious. 

As she continued to balloon, that skimpy little black number disappeared from her wardrobe entirely. The last time saw her in it, her double (and about to be triple) belly was bulging and jiggling obscenely over the strained designer belt. And that was at the start of a “session” - by the conclusion he was amazed the fabric wasn’t tearing at the seams. 

Her face quickly passed beyond chubby, and a thick permanent double chin emerged - an inevitable trophy of her fattening theatrics. Her huge floppy breasts swelled with fat and dangled ever further onto her surging belly, her entire torso merging into a wobbling mass of blubber complete with burgeoning rolls of back fat. 

Meanwhile, the lady’s arms seemed to have tripled in size, and spread outwards in every directions - thick collops of jiggling fat riddled with silvery stretch marks and oozing over her elbows. They wobbled uncontrollably as she plowed through her high calorie meals, swaying side to side with each repeat visit of a chubby hand to plump red lips. 

One night, Seth silently watched her pigging out at the table. The man seemed unimpressed or uninterested. That was until a woman at least double her size waddled past them in the direction of the dessert stations. Not even attempting to conceal his arousal, he watched her saunter by, picking up his phone to take a secretive picture of her massive ass and hips. 

His date looked up at that very moment, her fattened face bulging with a mouthful of cake. She glared at him with a mixture of shock and anger, but he simply stared back at her and pointed down to her plate. Flush with embarrassment, she cursed silently and got back to work. Eating with more vigor than Seth had ever seen, soon that cake was gone and she was moving on to the large chocolate milkshake just to the side of her feast. 

With a loud burp, she leaned back in her chair and rubbed her doughy belly. Looking up at him for some form of approval, he set down his beer and gave her a slightly sinister wink. Waving over the waiter, a refill of her shake was quickly ordered. Seth couldn’t tell if she was grateful or horrified at the final addition to her “meal”, but one thing was for certain. That glass would be empty again before long.

[kid a]

Part 4

 

Winter arrived in Vegas, and to Seth’s disappointment the couple seemed to vanish from the buffet. For months he would anxiously scan the dining area for that ever fatter damsel but she (and they) were nowhere to be found. It was deflating - although he never had a thing for fat chicks, he was a people-watcher by nature and something about their antics had him transfixed as if it were the latest NetFlix binge-watching phenomenon.

But in time he got over his obsession and rediscovered his first true love - poker. Having saved up enough money to confidently return to the tables, he started small. First it was the 1-2 No-Limit game at the Flamingo. After a few months of fleecing those drunken amateurs he set his sights higher and by Spring time was duking it out with a fairly tough crowd at the MGM Grand. 

One night he sat there with a small tower of chips in front of him. Cards flew from the dealers hands; squeezing the two that lay in front of him, he looked down at Ace-Queen offsuit. Tempting, he thought, but realizing he was in early position with multiple tough players behind him, those cards wisely went into the muck. 

As he leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his beer, he watched in amazement as the man from the buffet sat down in the open seat directly across from him. Setting down a full rack of chips, he silently arranged them in front of him and with a confident glance around table motioned to the dealer that he was entering the game. 

Cards flew again as the next round of action began. Seth watched closely as the man looked at his hand and after a pause flipped them towards the dealer into the muck. His phone chimed, and upon swiping the screen to read the message, he grinned and swiveled around towards the rails. 

There she was. Seth had not laid eyes on her in at least 5 months and was it ever worth the wait. Munching on a full-sized candy bar, her pale and flabby forearms oozed over the metal edging as she consumed her treat. Her upper arms positively bulged with fat, surging far past her dimpled elbows. Easily the size of a “lesser” women’s thighs, they wobbled in unison with her massive breasts as she took the last bite of the chocolate and shot him a sultry wink. 

Slowly turning to the side, Seth received a full on view of her morbidly obese form. She must have packed on 100 pounds since their last trip to the Bellagio Buffet, he thought. A quick estimate pegged her weight in the 350 range, and from the looks of things she sure wasn’t pumping the brakes. Another huge candy bar emerged from her purse and she promptly tore off the wrapper. 

As she took a big bite, Seth marveled at the latest changes to her figure. Attired in a shimmery, blousy plus-sized dress, her massive shelf of an ass jutted out at least a foot beyond her flabby back, the rolls of which were clearly visible through the outfit. Blubbery, meaty thighs rubbed together down past her knees, and her newfound cellulite and bulges were a true testament to a bottomless appetite. 

Meanwhile her triple belly jutted out far past her sagging breasts. Its lower apron dangled heavily onto her rotund thighs, straining the dress and wobbling like jello as she headed for the bar. Seth watched her huge ass jiggle uncontrollably as she waddled away. Easily 60 inches around at the hips, she seemed to be quickly approaching the dimensions of the larger woman her man had dared to ogle in her presence last fall.  

The man was also enjoying the show. He watched intently as she plodded on, but then suddenly stood up and headed in the opposite direction for the toilets. Seth looked down and saw he had left his phone behind. The message from that now very fat woman was still displayed on the screen. Scratching his head, Seth noticed it was comprised of only one word. 

“OINK”

[kid a]

Part 5

 

“Big” was the operative word that evening. From the big, long awaited return of the mystery couple, to the sight of her big, cellulite ridden ass and thighs...culminating with a HUGE night for Seth at the poker table. 

He simply couldn’t miss. Every small pocket pair he held seemed to flop a devastating set against a well heeled opponent, while his own aces and kings sailed by unscathed sending many an adversary back to the cashier for more chips. 

Heading for the exits with close to $10,000 crammed into his wallet, he knew the time was right to dive into the game again full-time. After consulting with his mentor, he booked a trip to Macau and set out again on his own, leaving Las Vegas behind in the jet trails. 

The next year seemed to fly by. 18 hour days at the poker table became the norm, and his bankroll rose and fell like the tides from the mix of sharp-tooth pros and rich, gambling businessmen at the tables. 

But stayed at the party too long it seemed. A brutal two month stretch of cold cards and bad beats left him once again left his bank account drained and his confidence shaken. So with his tail between his legs, he caught the cheapest flight back to Vegas. Sipping a beer in coach, he logged into the in-Flite WiFi and after hesitating, sent a message to his old boss at the Bellagio. “Hey man...does the buffet still need help?”

They did, and back home he got re-acquainted with his old routine and quickly accustomed to the less exciting existence of a service worker. Soon he forgot all about Macau. And had almost forgotten entirely about that mystery couple until fate brought the three back together one Saturday night. 

Standing behind his usual spot at the sushi station, he was shaking off the malaise of a 10 hour shift when the double doors swung open. In sauntered the man, sizing up the room and looking around for a suitable spot to dine. Seth froze, waiting for his fattened lover to follow suit; but for a moment he stood there alone. 

The man turned around, and seemed to roll his eyes. Motioning to the a Greeter by the door, a large vase was pushed aside as if to make room for something. Seth was confused until he heard a beep, followed by the low whirring of an electric motor and her grand entrance. 

In she rolled on a bright pink Rascal Scooter, taking a long drink from the oversized tropical drink that rested in her cup holder. Seth’s jaw dropped farther than ever as he sized her up. If he thought she was fat 18 months ago, that memory seemed downright skinny in contrast to the gelatinous blob of a woman crammed into that cute little vehicle. 

The face he saw was unrecognizable from the first night that he laid eyes on her. Her thick, triple chins melted into jowly cheeks and a soft neck that poured down onto the top of her muumuu. Wide, round and massive upper arms sprouted out of the gown’s cavernous openings, cresting onto her forearms in a cascade of blubber while her dimpled hands nervously stroked her sides. 

It was hard to tell where her breasts ended and her belly began. Roll upon roll of blubber sprouted out from her torso, filling all the space the scooter had to offer and resting heavily into and over its steering wheel. 

Her hips, easily 5 feet across, poured out past the sides of the seat. A triumphant mess of creases, saddle-bags and blubber binding into her belly and resting upon her gigantic thighs. Her calves alone must have been 30 inches around, the image of pure gluttony concluding with fat feet crammed tightly into a pair of (laughable) running shoes. 

She putt-putted along behind her date, blushing red as she tried to ignore the inevitable gawking of the other diners nearby. As they arrived at a large table (no fitting all of THAT into a booth, Seth thought to himself with a chuckle) she lurched to the side and began the difficult process of extracting her bulk from the seat. 

The man braced himself as he gripped onto her fat hands and forearms. She nearly fell over in the process; even her physically fit companion seemed shaken by the effort, wiping sweat from his brow and shooting her a sarcastic glance as he sat down. 

She stood there, huffing and puffing as she tried to regain her composure. Her enormous belly apron sagged down over and past her knees, while her corpulent upper arms jiggled and swayed wildly as she planted her palms against the table to steady herself. 

Finally (somewhat) recovered, she turned sideways and maneuvered her enormous backside towards the chair. Falling into it with a soft thud, her huge fat ass overflowed the undersized seat on each side, easily a foot of blubber oozing out and dangling ponderously towards the floor. 

The man as usual seemed unconcerned. However it was clear she was no longer going to be sent to retrieve her own feast, so he stood up without a word and headed towards the line. Grabbing two trays and a stack of 8 plates, he looked back at her with a cocked eyebrow and made his way down to the pasta bar. 

Seth was so transfixed by it all that he forgot he was staring. That was until he gazed up and saw her looking directly back at him with a curious look on her fat face. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say “what are you looking at??”; Seth snapped back to reality and looked down at his shoes, pretending to be distracted by something out of sight. 

Back at the table, Heather looked away from Seth and sighed as her huge belly growled with hunger. What was taking him so long?

[kid a]

Part 6

 

Craning her neck and squirming as her mass shifted uncomfortably in the undersized chair, Heather finally spotted Fernando filling up her last plate at the dessert station and licked her lips with anticipation. She had been a good girl the last couple of weeks and he had promised to take her out for a “prize” once she hit the 550 pound mark. 

A weigh-in last night on his industrial scale had confirmed success - although she had to take his word for it. Her ponderous, drooping belly had long ago ended any chance of her glancing down at her feet, let alone something residing below her massive body. 

She leaned forward with a grunt, feeling her flabby arms binding against her huge outfit and oozing into her sagging breasts. Taking a long slurp of her milk shake (Fernando knew people around here and certain arrangements were taken care of in advance), she watched him return to the table and set down her trays of food in front of her. 

The smells and sights hit her instantly; mounds of pasta, plates full of steak and mashed potatoes, others piled high with decadent cakes and pies. It was enough to feed an army, and all of it was headed straight for her cavernous belly. 

“Thanks honey,” she said as her fat face blushed with embarrassment. “It looks so good.”

Taking another drink of his beer, he leaned to the side and grabbed a huge handful of her thigh which crested past her seat cushion and nearly into the aisle next to their table. “I bet it does, tubs,” he replied with a dark wink. “Eat up - I need to use the bathroom.”

She blushed again and with a snort picked up her fork and dug in. He stood up and surveyed her huge form as she plowed through the first plate, her chins and jowls jiggling along with those massive upper arms as she commenced her pig-out session. 

Chuckling, he walked away from the table. “She is a peach,” he thought to himself. “I’ll have her above 600 in no time.”

A few minutes later, Heather was polishing off her third plate of food and needed to take a breather. She tried to lean back and rub her belly, but the sagging rolls of fat at her sides combined with her gigantic belly pressing into the table made any significant movement impossible. Taking another drink of her shake, she looked over and caught a group of girls at a nearby table sizing her up. 

Obviously dressed up for a night on the town, they were barely masking their interest and amusement at her gluttonous production. One girl in particular seemed to be obtaining great enjoyment from the spectacle; she was nearly bent over with laughter until her friends noticed Heather’s return stares and one of them punched her in the shoulder. 

Composing herself, she stopped laughing and after shooting them a grin stood up from the table. Heather looked at her with a mixture of envy and anger. Dressed in a skin-tight purple cocktail dress, she was like a sexy page from Heather’s pre-feedee past. 

Although she enjoyed the sinful pleasures of being this enormously fat, for a time she had held onto old vanities and pined for her sexier days. But Fernando was a master at his craft and her attempts to reverse course never lasted long. When she didn’t return his phone calls, flowers and boxes of candy were delivered. As soon as he could sense her relenting, the candy deliveries were replaced by enormous to-go orders from the best local Italian joints. 

Once her weight crested over 300 pounds, she knew deep down that her fate was sealed. Sure, she could leave him - but for what? He was rich, sexually attentive, and she was addicted to the food. What was her alternative - broke, nerdy guys at the local BBW parties? So like the many feedees before her, she gave up completely and joined his harem full-time.

But she could still remember vaguely how it felt to look like this particular sexy, albeit bitchy little vixen. Curvy yet toned, the girl’s pert breasts bounced in rhythm with her shapely hips and thighs as she walked towards Heather’s table. She froze, dropping her fork with a loud clink. The girl was clearly walking in her direction; but why?

[kid a]

Part 7

 

Her mouth still full of food, Heather gulped as the young lady stopped a foot away from the table. She was stunning; dark brown hair adorning a gorgeous face and lightly brushing against her tan shoulders. Wobbling slightly in her high heels, she betrayed her drunkenness as she began to speak. 

“Excuse me ma’am - sorry to interrupt your ...meal,” she said, stifling a giggle. Heather again blushed red with embarrassment and cringed as she looked down at the half-finished feast strewn on the table in front of her enormous gut. “Ma’am?” she thought to herself with a frown. Granted she was now the very definition of matronly, but still. At only 29 years of age, the thought that someone would call her that...

“Anyways,” the girl continued, “I couldn’t help but notice your cute friend and was wondering if...”

Anger rising again, Heather’s jaw dropped. Friend? The nerve of this little tramp; back in the day she wouldn’t have dared walk up to her making an assumption like that. She looked over as Fernando emerged from the bathroom and eyed his muscular frame. Looking down at her own morbidly obese figure, she sighed. Who was she kidding - they were a total mismatch.  

Emerging from her temporary mental malaise, Heather’s ears perked just as the girl finished her question. “...so ANYWAYS he is super cute and I was wondering if he has a girlfriend.” Her jealousy at the girl’s curvaceous figure subsided for a moment and she felt a twinge of morality. 

“Look,” she said quietly. “I know he’s attractive, and rich, but there’s something you need to know about Fernando. He’s a fe...”

She stopped as she looked up and saw the girl smirking, staring at her huge belly. Her top had rode up over its bulging middle roll, exposing a wide, pale swath of jiggling, stretch-mark covered blubber. Heather gasped, and the girl’s head shot back up. Now she was the one whose face flushed red from the embarrassment of being detected. 

“Sorry - so you were saying....he’s a what?” she asked in an attempt to break the awkward silence?

Heather composed herself. Now a sweet smile...nearly a grin, spread across her chubby face. 

“He’s a great guy. Really knows how to treat a lady,” she cooed. “Wining and DINING...”

She emphasized that last word but it was lost on the sexy stranger. “In fact I can give you his number. I know for a fact that you’re his type and he would just LOVE to get to know you.”

Reaching a fat, dimpled hand into her oversized handbag, she pulled out a pen and scribbled his number on a napkin. “Here you go,” she said, handing it to her. 

The girl appeared stunned. “Are you sure you’re OK with this?”, she asked?

Heather grinned again. “It’s my pleasure hon. As a matter of fact, I insist.”

[flaming-hades]

Awesome story! Really enjoyed the simplistic plot and the switch in perspective. Hopefully there's more involving Seth!

[kid a]

17 minutes ago, flaming-hades said:

Awesome story! Really enjoyed the simplistic plot and the switch in perspective. Hopefully there's more involving Seth!

tyvm.

lots of twists and turns...I’ll post the rest now.

[kid a]

Part 8

 

Walking back towards her table of friends, the girl waved Fernando’s phone number in the air like a trophy with a broad smile on her face. Sitting back down and taking a drink of her martini, she folded the napkin and placed it gently in her purse. 

“So Miranda...how’d it go?” one of them asked coyly. 

“Got his digits,” she replied firmly. The group watched in unison as he returned to his table and sat back in his chair. His huge companion beckoned for him to draw closer; she strained against her rolls of blubber to lean into the table and whispered something in his ear. He grinned and turned, looking directly at Miranda. She blew him a kiss in return, pantomiming a phone call to let him know she would be in touch. 

“I don’t know how you do it,” her friend continued. “Or why you do it.”

Miranda snapped at her in response. “Mind your business and I’ll take care of mine. What’s the harm in a little bit of fun?”

Her friend rolled her eyes. “Fun? Is that what you’re calling it now? Last time I saw your ex it looked like the only fun he was having was the week pizzas were half off at Dominos.”

“So what’s it gonna be for this poor sap, eh Miranda?”

Miranda paused to collect her thoughts. “I’ve been watching him in here for a few months now. He sure does love the fatties it seems. And as I’ve always said, good for the goose, better for the gander. I bet I can have him pushing 350 this time next year.”

Her friend scoffed. “350?? I mean he can’t be much move than 200 right now. Not to doubt you, but...”

“Is that a wager I hear?” Miranda calmly replied. “Then consider it accepted.”

She looked over at him again, noting that he was completely ignoring Heather and gazing in her direction. Oh yeah, she thought, giving him a sultry bat of her eyebrows. This one certainly had it coming.

[kid a]

Part 9

 

Almost a year to the day later, Miranda was in the mood to celebrate. She strode into the Bellagio Buffet, her signature purple dress looking as sexy as ever. She had recommitted herself to working out recently, and although she still had curves to spare, her arms and legs were extremely toned, and her gorgeous face positively beamed from the hours and hours of exhausting cardio.

Swinging the double doors open confidently, she entered the room and sized things up. Looking back, she stopped in her tracks and shook her head in disbelief. 

“Fernie!!!” she barked to an unseen companion. “Get your tubby ass in here. NOW.”

After a moment, her target begrudgingly complied, plodding slowly behind her. His slick, black hair glistened in the glow of the florescent ceiling lights marking the entrance to the buffet. Below, a pasty, chubby face sweated profusely from a combination of embarrassment and the exhaustion of his short walk across the casino floor. 

His brown eyes were vaguely handsome, but looked downright beady framed between those doughy cheeks. Beneath, a formidable double chin had formed; it oozed into his soft neckline as his head sunk downwards from the shame of her belittling comments. He was used to it by now, but the public barbs always stung the worst. 

The XXXL Porky Pig cartoon t-shirt he was sporting was obviously not his personal choice for this occasion either. His portly man-boobs pressed through the top half of the shirt, resting heavily on a massive, bulging belly that surged forward at least a foot and rolled over his undersized swim trunks. Huge, jiggling love handles were clearly visible at his sides, all of that blubber merging into the flabby arms that poured out of his sleeves and hung sheepishly at his waist. 

“Hungry, are we?” Miranda asked him with a sly grin. His fat face flushed an even deeper shade of red as his belly growled loudly in agreement. 

“Of course you are, Fatty,” she stated plainly. “Head over and get us a table. I’ll start working on your plates.”

“I’m warning you though, porky...if you don’t finish what I get you, there WILL be consequences.”

Fernando gulped audibly. He knew precisely what she meant. A few weeks ago, he had failed to finish his third extra-large pizza and tried to hide the remaining pieces in the garbage. When she found out what he had done..let’s just say that a week tied to his bed, force-fed weight gain shakes and donuts around the clock had changed his perspective on things. 

25 pounds later, he had certainly learned his lesson. He knew he would fail again eventually as she was always pushing the envelope, but he tried his best to be a good pig for her. Once he had hit 375 on the scale, he knew deep down she had him trapped. While fat women had a fairly large and varied “audience” of suitors, he was quickly realizing it was “feeder or bust” for a fellow of his dimensions. So he waddled dutifully towards a table, enthralled by the aromas and trying to ignore the gawking stares of diners nearby.

[kid a]

Part 10

 

Throughout that preceding year, and well into the next, Heather had begun and continued her own radical transformation. Finally released from Fernando’s grip, her rapid path towards immobility had halted and then inevitably reversed course. 

Although drawn to him in many ways, something had had changed between them that night when they met Miranda. She had assumed he would lure her into his fattening trap (it was certainly the reason she had proffered his phone number) but as far as she could tell nothing ever came of it. Instead, Fernando had begun acting very strangely. The last time they went to the Bellagio Buffet together, he seemed to have eaten as much as her! And spent the entire evening furtively looking at his phone, responding to messages from an unknown source and even snapping pictures of the plates of food in front of him. 

Eventually, he stopped returning her messages and phone calls altogether and they drifted apart. Freed from the constant onslaught of his encouragement and calories, the pounds quickly fell off. She would never be skinny again, but in time her weight settled right around 300 and she was fine with that. There was no shortage of chubby-chasing suitors for a gorgeous fatty such as herself, but she always made it clear from the onset - no gaining. She had been there, and done that to say the very least. 

Fernando on the other hand, was now firmly on the receiving end of his old tricks. Realizing his “potential”, Miranda had locked onto him like a devilish little tick. He was enamored by her; so much so that he relented to her desires and dove headfirst into the role of a feedee. She knew all the right buttons to press. Why that first night she commanded him to oink like a pig, he felt previously undiscovered urges bubbling up so strong...it was all he could do to finish his feast before plodding to the bathroom to “release the tension”.

As a result, his gains were steady and staggering. After a couple of years, he found himself looking back on that night at the Bellagio ruefully, trying to remember what it was like to be so “skinny”. On this particular evening, his fat ass was planted to the roomy, comfy couch in the living room of his apartment as he shoved food into his waiting mouth as fast as she could serve it. 

Eyes bulging wide as he spied the latest platter of “snacks” (an entire cheesecake with a side gallon of chocolate milk); he silently reminded himself of the ramifications if he didn’t make short work of it. She was nearly impossible to please in that regard, and he was wearing the efforts to do so in the form of several hundred pounds of fresh, jiggling blubber. 

His triple chin wobbled as he continued to eat, with wide, soft cheeks pressing into his chubby ears and moving in tandem. The tray of food sat nestled atop his enormous belly, which completed covered his upper legs and had begun to droop between his tree-trunk thighs towards the designer carpet below. Reaching a dimpled hand outwards, he attempted in vain to scratch one of his tractor-tire sized love handles. He was gaining so much so fast that new stretch marks seemed to pop up daily - stressing his taught, flabby skin and creating a near-constant burning sensation over much of gelatinous form. 

“How’s it going, fat ass?” she called from the dining room table, not even looking up from her phone to acknowledge him. His mouth stuffed with food, he swallowed hard and made a pained attempt to shift his bulk in her direction. 

“Oink!! SQUUUEEEEEEE!!!!” he called out to her before returning to his gorging. He had learned the hard way recently - that’s all she wanted to hear from him, and anything else would be met with the funnel and heavy cream shakes to put a cork in his “insights” regarding the proceedings. 

“Good,” she said blankly while perusing some of her more recent “applicants” on her  Feeder app. “You’re making great progress piggy - but I hope you realize it’s only just beginning. Mark my words - when I’m done with you, that couch will be your permanent residence.”

With a twinge of fear, he looked over at his bright orange Rascal scooter in the doorway. It had been a “gift” from Miranda when he finally exceeded 600 pounds on her industrial scale. He couldn’t bring himself to admit it, but immobility was closer than she realized. The slightest exertion left him gasping for air, bending down into his huge drooping belly while countless rolls of blubber dangled from him like sacks of lead. 

But he couldn’t let her know that - not yet anyways. She already had him firmly backed into a corner and if she could smell that kind of blood...he shuddered and dug into the cheesecake with renewed vigor. “OINK!!!!” he called hopefully to her again, pining for a more positive response. 

Miranda finally set down her phone and looked at his fat, frosting smeared face with a sympathetic grin. “You chased fatties your entire life, eh Fernie?” she asked with a sinister tone. “Only fair that you’ve become the thing you love.”

[kid a]

Part 11 (CONCLUSION)

 

A few months later, Seth stood glumy at the the buffet’s sushi station, keeping up with the demands of a brisk Sunday afternoon crowd and watching the clock for his shift to end. He had tried on a few occasions recently to get back into poker again, but scrapping together a proper bankroll was challenging, especially with his confidence still in tatters from the “Macau Experiment”. He had bills to pay and only so many free hours in a week; that life was rapidly becoming more and more of a pipe dream. 

Besides, the pay and benefits at the Bellagio were decent. Not to mention the scenery. He watched a group of gorgeous college students walk by, their sexy bodies tanned and toned in skimpy beach outfits, fresh from a “recuperation” morning at the pool. 

On the other end of that spectrum, he wondered what had happened to that mystery couple, especially the ever-fatter woman. They had not been around in ages, and although the thoughts and memories of them had faded somewhat, he would still catch sight of a big fat ass at the buffet line from time to time and wonder if it was her. Never seemed to be in the cards however. 

Little did he know that the winds of fate were swirling once again, and all of them were about to be brought together for the final act. He heard the double doors swing open, and then the the low buzzing sound of an electric motor. His heart stopped for a moment - was it her?

But instead, he watched a fat, mountain of a man slowly roll in, alone, on a neon-orange Rascal. Sarcastically, Seth assumed, someone had affixed a large “WIDE LOAD” sign the front bumper. It just barely did this poor sap justice. 

His head looked almost spherical, buried in soft flab all the way down to several fat chins that bulged over the neckline of his gigantic t-shirt. The man attempted to peer around the corner as he beeped his horn; the back of his neck was similarly endowed, with rolls of blubber that had the appearance of an uncooked package of bratwurst. 

Under that t-shirt were a pair of moobs that would have made Dolly Parton feel inadequate. They surged heavily outwards and to his sides, sagging ponderously onto the enormous belly beneath. As fat as he was all over, that jiggling gut was certainly the defining feature of his form and a testament to untold gluttony. 

It stuck out several feet in front of his fat face, rolling over the steering wheel like a fabric sack filled with pudding and almost hiding it completely from sight. His chunky hands, sprouting out of rotund, wobbling arms, clutched at the handles where they were still visible underneath his blubber and just barely allowing him to navigate the comical small vehicle. 

The man’s hips and legs had an extremely feminine look to him; well if a morbidly obese woman was the frame of reference anyways. His huge, fat ass and thighs were crammed into an oversized pair of stretchy black pants; rolls of bulging fat were clearly visible at his hips and knees, all the way down to rotund cankles that almost seemed to pour onto his sneakers. 

Fernando looked around the room for Miranda but there was no sight of her. This buffet trip was supposed to be his “reward” for a couple nights ago. She had come over with 6 gallons of ice cream and spent several hours force-feeding it to him through a tube, blended up with heavy cream and chocolate milk. It took all he had, but somehow he had guzzled every last drop. When he finally finished, she had simply patted him on his quivering sack of a belly, leaving his apartment without a word as he lay on the couch in a mixture of bloated agony and ecstasy.

He dared not text her to ask where she was (he could only imagine the consequences of a bold action such as that) - so with his huge belly growling, he pulled his scooter up to a roomy table in the back. Huffing and puffing, he squeezed his bulk out from behind the seat and lurched into a standing position.

Fully exposed to gravity, his tits and blubbery belly rolls sagged out and downwards, with the bottom of his gut brushing against his chubby knees as he swayed, searching for a balance that would never come. Out of breath in a matter of seconds, he fell back heavily into a chair, and cringed as he felt his fat ass oozing over the sides. He knew this was getting out of control, but had lost any hope of reversing course. He was fully addicted to the food, and even to get down to 500 pounds would take a year of intense exercise and dieting. Deep down, he knew neither of those would be happening. 

Just then, the doors swung open again and in waddled Heather with her new boyfriend Brett. She had gained back 20 or 30 pounds since they had met online and it was all on display in her stretch pants and Lane Bryant top. She was a bit disappointed in herself, but he was really cute and she didn’t want to reject the wining and dining (not to mention the amazing sex that followed).

“Hey sexy - I have to use the bathroom quick. Can you grab us a table?” he asked, pulling her soft body close and giving her a quick but passionate kiss. Heather’s chubby face blushed red. “Of course,” she replied with a wink. They headed in different directions; her smile might have soured considerably if she had seen him quickly deleting the Feeder app from his phone as he walked away.

Attempting to hike her pants up over her sagging lower belly roll, Heather plodded to the back in search of the perfect spot for their rendezvous. As she wobbled past Fernando’s table, her wide hips accidentally bumped into his ass, which was sagging into the aisle as he eyed the dessert station nearby, drooling visibly in anticipation.

For a moment, she felt true sympathy for the guy. Having been “almost” as fat as him, she knew all too well the embarrassment of being that huge. “I’m sorry sir,” she said softly, patting him on his pillowy shoulders. “I didn’t see you there and...”

As she looked at his face, her jaw dropped. “Fernando?? Oh my god....is that you????”

Recognizing her as well, his face blushed a crimson red. That, and his stammering attempt to reply told her all she needed to know. 

“OH MY GOD!!!” she shouted. “What happened to you??? You’re.....you’re...you’re gigantic!!!!”

She doubled over with laughter, her own blubbery body jiggling uncontrollably from the effort. Noticing people beginning to stare, she stood back up and collected herself. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she grabbed his huge belly with one hand, and a moob with another. Jiggling them wildly, she watched his entire torso quiver like jello as he sat there mortified and helpless. 

“Well, well,” she said in a calmer tone. “How do YOU like it, eh Fat Boy?”

“You had me squarely under your thumb a few years ago. I had just about resigned myself to that scooter you bought me being a permanent mode of transportation.”

With that, she patted the handle bar of his own Rascal that sat parked in the aisle way. “And look at you now. I mean...can you reach your dick anymore under that huge gut? Can you even walk???”

“This is so good it just HAS to be fattening,” she said with a wink. “But from the looks of things I’m guessing you know that all too well.”

Fernando had no response. He sat there, squirming in the sea of blubber that was now his body, wishing he could disappear. 

“Well, i have a date, tubs,” she said with a hint of venom. “With a REAL man. Not some asshole feeder.”

“I assume that’s the crowd you’re stuck with now,” she finished. “Good luck with that. But like they say, keep playing with fire, and eventually....”

Shooting him a final smirk, she swung her roomy hips around and walked away triumphantly. As he watched her leave, he felt a multitude of emotions. Shame. Anger. Humiliation. 

But none of them were as strong as the hunger that was growing in his massive belly. He realized it had been at least an hour since he last ate. He was growing weak, and his chubby forehead was dotted with sweat from exhaustion.

Just then, Miranda arrived at his table. “Who was that girl you were talking to, fat ass?? And why aren’t you eating???”, she spat. 

He was almost crying. “Well, you see, I knew her from....i mean she was...”

Fernando looked up at her, and froze as he saw her eyes burning angrily at him. “I’m sorry. WHAT did you say to me, porky??”

Realizing his mistake, he lowered his head submissively, feeling his stack of flabby chins sinking into his neck. 

“Oink” he said softly. 

“That’s more like it,” she replied with a cold tone. “You’ll pay for that later, but for now I’ll get your plates started.”

She eyed his gargantuan body as he tried in vain to achieve a more comfortable position. “No really, fatty - don’t get up.”

[kid a]

EPILOGUE

 

Two years later, Heather was anchored to Brett’s couch, working her way through a huge platter of spaghetti and garlic bread. “Ugh,” she thought as she swallowed a huge mouthful. “This is SO good...why isn’t he having any?”

As of late, this had become the norm in their relationship. Although she had clearly articulated her “No Feeders” Policy at the onset, and despite his continued protestations to the contrary, she had nonetheless regained all of that “Fernando-era” weight. With interest. 

Her flabby upper arms jiggled as she continued to shovel the fattening meal into her mouth; the outer portions oozing onto her massive breasts and quivering gently from the efforts. 

Her triple belly had returned with a vengeance. It rolled heavily onto her voluminous, juicy thighs with her deep set belly button pressing into her XXXL white tank top and puckering the fabric surrounding her middle roll. 

The last time she stepped on a scale, it read 565. She had promised herself she would get a hold of things and lose some of this weight before Brett realized just how much she had gained. Little did she know that he had secret cameras set up throughout his apartment and was fully aware of more than she realized, including her current measurements.

Brett strode back into the room with a fresh platter of pasta and set it on the tray in front of her. “You still looked hungry,” he said with a sly wink. “I’m working on dessert right now.”

Heather briefly considered turning down this 4th helping, but she WAS starving and didn’t want to be rude. “Thanks babe.” she said instead as she dug in. 

Accidentally dropping her fork onto the carpet, she groaned and attempted to lean down to retrieve it. Her blubbery belly rolls immediately met resistance at the apex of her wide hips, and she was steadying herself for a second attempt to pluck the utensil off the ground when she felt Brett’s firm hand grasp her meaty shoulder. 

“I got that, babe,” he purred with a grin. “No really - don’t get up.”

 

THE END

[Cyril Figgis]

Another wonderful story!  I quite liked the turnabout in the middle, seeing Fernando get his just desserts and all, though it was delightful to see that Heather couldn't get away from the feedee lifestyle after all.  It was also nice to see Seth return at the end to get his reaction of Fernando's massive gain.

I do think that this could have been split up, in the sense of how it shifts the focus around in the middle.  To see Seth's perspective throughout, without ever delving into the characters' own lives, could have been interesting; imagine how surprised he must have been when he saw the radical shift in Fernando's personality and shape.  That said, when we finally got to see what goes on behind closed doors, it was very tantalizing, and I would have liked to have seen how things went from the beginning.

Regardless, this was a fun ride, and I can't wait to see what you come up with next!

[kid a]

Thanks very much Cyril

this started with a very simple concept (I like how Flaming Hades picked up on that - it really was at the onset). A random observer, witnessing a feeder/Feedee relationship and being fascinated by it, yet having no real clue as to what he was really seeing.

and in that sense, Seth never was meant to be, and never was any more than that; the reader’s visual narrator. And then as you said (maybe FH too) the focus/perspective shifted (that was also deliberate)

Didn’t originally plan for the second half to go in the direction it did, but at some point a lightbulb went on over my head and I ran with it. And it made, ironically, a VERY simple title perfect. At the end, Fernando and Heather both wound up with a nice fattening dose of karma to enjoy in their matching Rascals.  

All of that said, I’m really pleased with how it turned out. Hope you all enjoy it.

 

[Champ]

Excellent! Hope you continue to write more stories.

[kid a]

8 hours ago, Champ said:

Excellent! Hope you continue to write more stories.

thanks very much. I probably owe my past female feeders some royalties for a few of the one-liners towards Fernando in there...if it isn’t obvious, I’ve gone 10 rounds with several 😂