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Max put his pen to paper and signed on the dotted line, leaned back in his chair and let out a deep sigh. He was glad to put this whole, divorce mess, behind him. At least they never had kids he thought, that would have made this whole thing even more difficult. His now ex-wife Sophie had cited irreconcilable differences on the legal forms but Max knew the real reason. Sophie blamed him for a dull sex life and she couldn’t accept his eccentricities as she called them. Max was into feederism, he had been since he was a teen, it had to come to him in all forms and as he got older his passion grew deeper. At first he would look at your typical chubby girls, then it became true BBW’s, and when that wasn’t enough he set his sights a bit higher. He would spend hours online looking up super sized women and dreaming of what a life with one would be like.
He even had a few relationships with women like this, but they never seemed to turn out in his favor. Max would find a feedee in an online group and they would chat long distance and maybe she would gain a few pounds but it never lasted. When he met his wife Sophie he thought he hit the jackpot, they both went to the same highs school but ran in different circles, they were both out of college now and the years had done wonders for Sophie’s figure. At least that’s what Max thought. He remembered she was a chubby girl in school, the kind he dreamed about, but years of college life had turned her formally pudgy girl into big beautiful woman. Max wasn’t sure if she was into his fetish or not but he could try at least, so that’s just what he did.
When they started dating he tried to introduce the idea of food into sex, but Sophie was never into it, and when he would see a plus sized commercial he would comment on how beautiful the women were, but Sophie just scoffed. Despite their differences they did love each other once, and after a couple of years they were married and Max hoped the after marital weight would pile on but it never did. Max would slowly find his way back to the cyberworld of forums and social sites. Despite this brief escape he wanted that life again, he even toyed with the idea of gaining weight himself. He was already a bigger guy, what’s a few more pounds. So he started having the odd binge when he was alone, which always left him bloated and clutching his round stomach.
He did his best to push those thoughts out of his head but as time went on they slowly crept up and before he knew it, he was looking at himself as less of a feeder and more of a gainer, but knew he could never truly act on these impulses. During this time Sophie was becoming more distant, she was staying out later and seemed to have more of a bounce in her step when she would come home after a long “meeting”. While Max did his best to push any worrying thoughts from his mind he still suspected that something was amiss. They began to argue about intimacy, which lead to Max sleeping on the couch more and more often, falling asleep to the dim light of his computer. One evening in a moment of anger, Max finally came clean about his true desires. He told her that he wished she would gain weight and that he wanted to feed her, and because he was being deprived of this need, he was starting to turn the fantasy on himself. Sophie was disgusted, she couldn’t believe her what she was hearing, a freak, that’s what she called him. That’s when she revealed that she had been sleeping with his boss for some time now, and while she tried apologized and tried to take it back, but once that door is opened it can never be closed.
So here he was, packing up the remainder of his belongings of his tattered life. Max had applied for a transfer to a new location, he couldn’t possibly bare to face his boss again, knowing what he had done. There was opening at another office a couple of states away, and he jumped at the chance for a fresh start. He found a nice little house, nothing magical, but it suited his needs, and after a couple of weeks he found he was settling into his new life. The only problem was the loneliness, he was never much for the bar scene, so max found himself back in the online world he cherished so much. Without a woman in his life, Max started up his binges again. Nothing dramatic, but if he was starting anew then why not let this passion flourish a bit. He realized he hadn’t updated his profile in some time, so he changed his location, updated his relationship status and even decided he would open his world to new possibilities a bit, and changed his preferences from Feeder to Feedee.
He had posted a couple of pictures of himself and within a few days time he got a message from a woman in his new town. They chatted for a couple of weeks online before deciding they should go on an actual date. Emily described herself as 25 year old, fitness enthusiast with a love of bigger men, she told Max how she liked the contrast of her fit physique and larger man, and while she had never actually been in a feedist relationship, but she had always dreamed of it. They agreed to meet at a hip local brewery that was known for its microbrews and pub fare. Max sat there nervously, not sure what to expect, he wore a button down shirt that wasn’t quite loose anymore, his beard was well manicured and his short hair was properly disheveled. He had seen a photo or two of Emily but when she walked in he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Emily, opened the door and walked into the pub, looking around for her date. She wore a sleeveless blouse, exposing her tone arms, her tight jeans accented her thick thighs and her hip to waist ratio was something out of a rap song. Her blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders and her green eyes pierced him immediately like emerald marbles. Max put his hand up and gave a little wave and she beamed a gorgeous smile and headed over to his table. Max stood up and introduced himself, pulling out her chair and helping her scoot in once seated. “Handsome and chivalrous, I didn’t know there were any of you left,” she said smiling.
“We’re few and far between, that’s for sure.” He quipped back. They chatted for a little while over a couple of beers until it was time to order. The waiter came back and asked what they would be having. Max hand only skimmed the menu and began to frantically search for something. That’s when Emily took the lead.
“We’d like a plate of garbage nachos to start, and an order of pub pretzels. I would like the half garden salad with light dressing and he was just saying how great the triple beef bacon burger looked, with fries of course.” She said, closing her menu and staring right at Max, “sound good?” Max just nodded, no one had ever ordered for him before, he was a bit taken-a-back, but not put off. When the waiter walked away, Emily slid her hand across the table and looked at him, “I hope that was okay that ordered for the both us but I could tell you weren’t sure and that burger has always tempted me. Besides, lets not pretend we don’t know why the other is here.”
With that the night was underway, when the appetizers arrived, Emily slid the plate over the Max and urged him to dig in, watching every bite he took, savoring his reactions to each flavor and taste. “Are you liking what you’re seeing?” Max asked nervously.
“Oh most definitely,” she reassured him, “see I think that’s what I love most about this whole ‘thing’, I could never let myself indulge like this, its sort of like eating vicariously through someone else. I’ve always been guilty of pushing food on my friends and family because I could never bare to give up my active lifestyle, I just love it too much. So instead, I watch others eat.” She leaned in closer, “and when I do, I have to admit, it’s a turn on.” Max blushed a bit, but took another big bite of a pretzel dipped in cheese and winked at her.
Max opened to her about his past relationships and his journey to where he found himself now, he wanted to put it out early. No one likes someone with baggage but he felt he owed it Emily, she opened up herself about how she had been engaged and it fell through and she understood how hard it was to start over, she herself had only moved here a couple of years ago. So they were both new, but now they knew he each other. When the dinner arrived, Max was feeling a bit full but he didn’t want to let his date down, he knew what she wanted to see so he did his best to plow through his burger before the overwhelming stuffed feeling overwhelmed. He had a few bites left and a couple of fries, but he couldn’t manage.
Emily realized he was full, but she was a trainer, she was used to pushing people at work and this was no different. She looked down at his plate, and encouraged him to just get through the last couple bites, so Max picked up the burger and popped the last of it in his mouth chewing slowly, then one by one the fries disappeared into this belly. He was filled the brim and now his shirt buttons were threatening to burst right off. He needed to sit there for a little while to let the food settle, and Emily told him how cute it was to see him so full. When they got up to leave, Emily grabbed his hand and let him walk her to her car. Before they split for the evening, she placed her hand gently on his distended stomach and squeezed, leaned in and kiss him. “I think this was a good start, we should do this again soon.”
And that’s exactly what they did. Max couldn’t get her out of his head, she was gorgeous, not his normal idea of beauty but it was undeniable that she was stunning. She texted him before he could even make it home, wanting to know when he could see her again. Max told her he was free all weekend and she said, ‘perfect, all weekend it is!’ The next couple days passed quickly, Max was excited to see Emily again, and they texted nonstop, making plans to go to a movie on Friday, a local fair on Saturday and even made plans to watch a football game together on Sunday. When Friday came Max met Emily at the theater, he was excited to see the newest SciFi flick, but more excited to see Emily again. He bought the tickets and she offered to buy the snacks. Typically Max was a just a popcorn and soda kind of guy, but Emily insisted on grabbing a couple boxes of candy, along with the jumbo tub of popcorn which she made she sure she drenched in butter.
When they sat down Emily handed him the large soda and he began to sip it, as the trailers began, Max found his hand going in and out of the bucket of salty buttery popcorn. The minute he would take a break from his handfuls of popcorn, Emily would offer him some of the candy. Max hadn’t even noticed that she hadn’t eaten a single piece, he was focused on the movie and she was focused on making sure he ate every bite of the snacks she had purchased for him. Before the credits rolled, Max’s hand hit the bottom of the popcorn bucket, good thing he shared with Emily he thought, but she hadn’t had a single kernel. She noticed he had finished the bucket and promptly handed him the last of the candy which he unknowingly finished off as well.
They walked out of the movie hand in hand as Max slurped down the rest of his soda. Emily noticed that he had dropped some of the buttery popcorn on his shirt, leaving little oil stains, surely he would be embarrassed but she thought it was adorable. They walked back to their cars and again shared a few end of the night kisses, she savored the remaining taste of the snacks on his lips. Max again went back home with a full stomach. The next morning, he left early to pick up Emily, they planned to spend the whole day together at the fair. The pair joked around and shared plenty of laughs, Emily made certain to stop at every food booth they passed of course. At first it was cotton candy, then a soft pretzel, after a couple of rides she even got max one of those massive drumsticks. He tore into it like a caveman, she bit her bottom lip as he tore the grease dripped meat spilling with his teeth.

                After his turkey leg, Max noticed a row of game booths, determined to win his girl a prize he handed the carney a few bucks and started chucking baseballs at the milk jugs. Try after try, he failed to knock over a single one. Emily chuckled to herself, “let me have a go.” With just one throw, she wound up and hurled the ball at the bottles, knocking over everyone. Max hung his head a bit as she cheered. “I guess all those years of softball, paid off huh?” She jested as the booth attendant handed her a big stuffed pig, how fitting.

                “I guess I never really was that good at sports.” Max said, a little ashamed.

                “So what, I don’t like you because you’re a world class athlete,” Emily assured him.

                “Something tells you don’t go so much for the athletic type anyway.” Max said slyly.

                “On that note, who’s hungry!” she laughed and lead him off a stand with deep fried Oreos and funnel cake. She got him plenty of both. Max dug in and got powdered sugar all over his cheeks, that’s the opportunity Emily needed, she leaned in and kissed it off his face, placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m just about over this whole fair thing. Would you want to maybe come over and watch some Netflix?” She asked, hoping he didn’t think she was being to forward.

                “Sounds great!” Max said. When they got back to Emily’s place, she lead Max in and told him to make himself at home, she was going to grab something to munch on while they found a movie to watch. Emily brought in a bowl of chips and a plate of cookies she had baked the other day, setting them down in front of him. He picked the bowl up nearly immediately and started in on the chips, Emily had emptied a whole family sized bag into the bowl, she knew he could finish them all, and that’s just what he did. She couldn’t take it any longer, she needed to make her move. Just as Max set the empty bowl back on the coffee table, Emily grabbed his hand and stuck his cheese coated fingers in her mouth, and began to suck the orange dust off.

                Max couldn’t believe what was happening, their eyes met, her lids low as she pursed her lips around his fingers, one by one, sucking and licking. He was rock hard nearly immediately, she noticed the front of his jeans getting tighter. When she finished cleaning the rest of his digits, she stood up, leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips, letting her free hand rest on his tight belly. She whispered, “grab that plate and follow me.” Max did as he was told, picking up the plate piled high with cookies and watched her tight ass as she sashayed down the hall way to her bedroom. When he got to the door she took the plate from his hands, set it down on the bed, and the forcefully grabbed Max by his hips and pushed him onto the bed. Emily kissed him again, as she slowly unzipped her jeans and let them fall to the ground at her feet. She turned around slowly, letting him get the full view of her thick thighs, hourglass hips and taught ass. With her back to him, she began to lift her shirt up over her head, picking her hair up and letting fall back down like a blonde waterfall. Max started to take off his jeans as paused to watch her nimble fingers under her bra clasp. The large cups fall to the floor, and she turned around to face him.

                Her large firm tits seemed to defy gravity, perky large C-cups, nearly perfectly round with lightly toned areolas. Her nipples were firm and standing at attention, she sauntered over to Max who couldn’t do anything but stare. She bent down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to lift it over his head, exposing his expanding gut, covered in a layer of fine dark hair, his belly button deep and dark. Then she lifted his shirt past his chest, only remnants of pecs were left, as they had long softened and now started to hang slightly. She cooed in excitement. Emily, in nothing but her panties, straddled Max the best she could, his belly jutted out and he felt her firm flat stomach against his flabby gut. She picked up a cookie off the plate and he instinctively opened his mouth, she placed the chocolate chip treat right between his lips and let him savor the first bite.

                “Now you’re going to lean back and let me feed you every last one of these cookies, then and only then, when every crumb has found its way to your belly, will I let you put this,” with that she grabbed his firm dick and gave it a good stroke from base to tip, “in here.” She then took his hand and placed it on her sopping wet cunt, he felt the heat of her womanhood coming off her mound. Max did exactly what he was told, and before he knew it, Emily had forced the entire plate of cookies into his growing gut. He felt like he was going to explode, he was filled to the brim and didn’t know if he could move a muscle if he wanted to. Then in a moment of extreme pleasure, Emily grabbed his pulsing member and guided it into her tight dripping hole. Max just laid there and she did all of the work, riding him like a mechanical bull, back and forth, up and down, side to side. Her pussy accepted every inch of his moderate cock, while her hands ventured between rubbing his hardened stomach and his flabby man tits.

                After they both came, Emily snuggled up to a very full Max, he wasn’t sure if he had ever been that full or eaten that much before. “We’re going to have to do that again, I’m a greedy girl and I need so much more of that.” She said. Max was starting to drift off, between the food and the exertion he was exhausted.

                “You know I never thought I would enjoy that as much as I did, I’ve never been the one getting fed before, but I think I could get used to it.” Max smiled as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. “I never really gave too much serious thought to gaining weight before, but I guess it could be fun for a little while.”

                “Did you have a goal in mind?” She asked curiously, “Like say 300, 350, or even 400lbs?”

                Max thought about it for a moment before replying. “When I moved up here I resolved to let myself be happier and more open to these new feelings. I’m not really sure what I weigh now but I’m sure I’m close to 300 already, so I guess I always figured 350 would be an inevitability if I decided to let myself go a bit. So if I had to set a goal I guess 400 wouldn’t be too crazy, besides it would take years for a gain like that wouldn’t?”

                “That all depends on if you have someone helping you out or if you’re doing it your leisure.” Emily said, hoping for a promising response.

                “Now where do you supposed I would find someone like that?” Max asked jokingly, “a woman to sort of take charge of my gaining and encourage me to overeat.”

                Emily stuck her hand up and waved it around, “Oh, pick me, pick me!” She smiled at him. “But, I can’t promise I’ll be able to stop at 400lbs, like I said, I’m a greedy girl.”

                Max laughed, “sure, we’ll see about that.” With that he fell asleep next to her, his belly resting on the bed next to him.

                “Yes we will” Emily said slyly, smiling to herself as she snuggled up to the bloated man in her bed.