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My husband isn't a feeder, but he loves making me happy. Food makes me happy, so he often gives me food. This is a (non comprehensive) collection of treats he gives me. Not counting normal groceries or meals. 4/19: Burger king meal thing with a burger, chicken sandwich, and nuggets. And an iced tea. Pretty darn filling. 4/20: Generic thin mints and moon pies for dessert. Handed to me out of nowhere, but gratefully accepted. 4/21: Breakfast burrito (and more iced tea) presented to me shortly after waking. This doesn't even include the BBQ wings he made for me. I always love him very much, but I might love him extra when he gives me treats.

Fatted Mates is a fantasy weight gain story with supernatural elements. Originally posted on DeviantArt with accompanying pictures and still in progress. It is smutty. BBW with future BHM (eventual mutual gaining). Please tell me if you like it and I will post more. Part 1 *Logan* Call me a romantic fool, but I always dreamed of meeting my mate. I looked forward to finding the woman I'd share my life with, and start a family with. I daydreamed about carrying my bride across the threshold. I thought of possible kids' names. When I imagined my mate, her features always changed. There was one constant: she was fat (thick, curvy, chubby, plump... take your pick of phrase). A well-fed mate, in addition to being sexy as hell, meant you were a provider. I practiced my seduction and culinary skills on other women while I waited to meet the one. It was at an informal pack gathering, a barbecue, that I first saw her. She had dark brown hair and eyes, and olive skin. She wore a blue bathing suit with a skirt built in. The bathing suit hugged her curves alluringly. She said something to my cousin Hannah and dove into the water. She seemed to glow with serenity as she surfaced. “She’s not pack.” I said aloud, turning to the nearest pack member. “Who is she?” “The chubby girl in the water?” Doug asked. I nodded. The wonderfully chubby girl who was floating on her back with her belly on display above the surface of the water. “That’s Lia." Doug said. "Hannah brought her.” The unspoken rule was that Hannah assumed the responsibility of her guest's behavior. If Lia started a fight or exposed the pack in any way, Hannah would be punished. Such a punishment would come from the alpha, her dad. Hannah must have a lot of trust in this woman. I watched Lia. She dove in and out of the water, occasionally paddling back to Hannah. She stayed in the water, but made friendly conversation with anyone who approached her. I heard her laugh and wanted to hear it again. I felt drawn to her. When Hannah wandered off, I went over. “Hey. I haven’t seen you before. I’m Logan.” I said. She smiled up at me and waved. “Lia. I’m new to the area and Hannah adopted me.” “What brought you to our little town?” I asked. She sighed. “I work for Tha Corp." “Oh.” I said. Tha Corp was a big company that had recently moved in and started buying land and local companies. “Yeah, they're basically the evil empire, but the pay is good." She admitted. "What do you do?” “I run an auto shop. Gray's on main street." I had inherited the business from my dad when I was a kid. My uncle had someone look after it for years until I was ready to take charge. She sighed. “I’m afraid I’m a stereotypical girl when it comes to cars. I know almost nothing. I’m sure I’ve gotten charged for unneeded repairs.” “Next time you have a concern, come to my place." I offered. "We don’t pull that shit on friends.” She smiled. “I will.” Hannah returned with 2 plates full of food, and she set them down on the edge of the pool. “Thank you!” Lia beamed up at her, before swimming over and beginning to eat. I watched her devour a hot dog, some beans, a hamburger, and a piece of grilled chicken. Then she noticed I was watching her with more than casual interest. She made eye contact with me, licked the tip of the bratwurst, and put the whole thing in her mouth. It was a little on the nose, but my dick never cared about subtlety. She chewed slowly with a smile on her face. She ate her way through a steak, potato salad, macaroni salad, and a fried chicken breast. She wiped her hands on the provided napkin before bringing her arms back into the water to graze her stomach. “You’re the first one in the water this season.” I noted. “I’m no wuss. Unlike Hannah.” She teased. “It’s cold!” Hannah defended. “Pussy.” “I’ll join you.” I said. “I’m no pussy.” I stripped down to my boxers and was pleased to see her eyes on me. I jumped in, determined to ignore the cold. “Refreshing.” Lia laughed. "I've got a little more insulation than you." She rubbed her belly in demonstration. "It's very nice insulation." I said. "I grew it myself." She replied as she reached out for my hand. I let her guide my hand to her belly. My hand sunk into the soft fat before hitting the hardness of her full stomach. "Did you have any help?" I asked as I began to rub. "Mmm- a little." She arched her back, pressing her belly further into my hands. "Am I interrupting something?" We both looked up to see Hannah holding 2 plates loaded with desserts. "Just helping our guest digest." I said. "Always room for dessert." Lia said, looking back and forth between us. Hannah set the plates down on the edge of the pool. "Come get it." Lia went to the side of the pool, and I shifted my position so I was behind her, rubbing her sides. She sighed contentedly and began to eat. Slice after slice of watermelon disappeared into her mouth, alternating with slices of cake, pie, brownies, and cookies. When the plates were empty, she leaned back against me and moaned. "You could have helped me eat some of that." She said. I stroked her stomach. "You managed without me." We stayed like that in the water until the sun got low in the sky. She exited the pool and grabbed her towel. She seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time drying her plump thighs as she looked at me. She then waved goodbye and waddled away. I grilled Hannah on Lia when she left. “Tell me about her.” I demanded. “I met her in the magic shop, asking about local lore. I struck up a conversation and we became friends.” "Is she a witch?" I had gotten a whiff of the supernatural off her, but couldn't categorize it. I blamed the chlorine. Hannah shook her head. "Nope. She just figured that was the easiest way into the local supernatural community. We're not exactly out on Instagram." “What does she like?” I asked. “You know what she likes.” Hannah said with a smile. “You are the best wingwoman ever." I said. "However, I need to know more.” “No, she’s not seeing anyone seriously.” Hannah said, laughing. “Is she seeing anyone casually?” “Guys come and go.” She shrugged. “She’s pretty busy with work and school, not looking for anything serious. You’ll have to romance her sufficiently to change her mind.” She raised her eyebrows at me. “I need to know more.” I repeated. “It’s a small town, you’ll run into her.” She assured me. I finally spoke what I had been thinking all afternoon and into the evening. “Hannah, she’s my mate.” Hannah's eyes went wide. “Are you sure? It’s not just a crush or lust?” “Yes, I’m sure.” I growled lightly. She laughed. “She hangs out with the Wiccans on Wednesday nights at the vegan restaurant. You can accidentally run into her there and invite her to the bonfire next Saturday. You’re on your own from there.” “Thank you, Hannah.” I said. “I want a speech at the wedding.” “Sure.” I said, not even thinking about the wedding, but about inducting her into the pack. It would be on a full moon. The sun would set and the moon would rise. The pack would shift, and gather around to commit her smell to memory. Then we’d go for a run together. Maybe it would be more of a walk. I’d claim my mate and mark her. The pack would follow after us, and I’d present her to them with my mark on her. She’d be mine in the eyes of the pack, and a full member. I buzzed with excitement. My mate, I had found my mate. I wasn't old by any definition I would care to use, but I was old enough that many friends and acquaintances had settled down and started families. I would join their ranks soon, and I knew with who. I fell asleep thinking about Lia. Her eyes, her smile, her laugh... (yes, her chubby body, too). ... Author's note: Beach picture from 2018 standing in for the main female character. I was very much hiding my belly on purpose, but some of my curves are visible.