The Feeder
My name is Ben. I’m 29 years old and basically just your average guy - about 5’9”, pretty well built from being a bit of a gym bunny, despite a rounded out gut from bad eating habits. I’ve got green eyes, short brown hair and I’ve often been described as handsome. Just your average guy, really. The only thing you’d maybe consider a little out of the ordinary is that I’m into fat guys. Well, it’s more than that, really. I’m into turning regular guys *into* fat guys. I’m a feeder, and I’m damned good at it.
Take James, for example. James was about ten years younger than me when I met him. He’d just gone off to university, his first time away from home, and I met him on a Fresher’s bar crawl, in the only gay bar in town. I liked him instantly - he was tall, about 6’3”, with a bit of a swimmer’s build. He wasn’t skinny, but there wasn’t a pound of fat on him that I could see. That’s what I like. A blank canvas. He had that floppy hair that had been popular a few years ago and striking blue eyes. I knew I had to have him. I followed him outside later to the smoking area, where he was trying to bum a cigarette off pretty much anyone. Predictably, no one else was feeling particularly generous, so he came to me. I gave him a cigarette and we got chatting. I won’t bore you with the details, but the night wore on, I went back to his dorm room and fucked him senseless. I’m damned good at that too. He gave me his number as I left the next morning. I played it cool and texted a few days later, offering to cook him a meal at my place. Hook, line, and sinker.
I destroyed him. Well, that isn’t fair. He was still handsome, but he was definitely more of a niche interest these days. His lanky silhouette was now adorned with an almost entirely spherical ball of fat around his middle, and a nice, full ass, that I was still taking advantage off as often as I could. I think he’d just gone along with the whole feeding thing to humour me at first, but now there was no denying the greedy pig he had become. The way his eyes lit up when he came over to see that I’d made fresh, jam doughnuts - they’re something of a speciality of mine. It had been about a
year by this point and he must have eaten well over a thousand of my doughnuts, as well as a multitude of other snacks and meals I had delighted in making for him.
Tonight was the anniversary of the day we’d met, and I had something special planned. He was at lectures all day, which was fine by me; I spent my day preparing a huge meal for him, topped off with my speciality doughnuts, with a little something extra. A nice surprise for him. I looked down at my own rounded belly, which rumbled as I looked at the mountain of food I’d made. I couldn’t let myself be tempted, this was all for him.
A few hours later, the doorbell finally rang. I was ready for him. I was dressed in... well, not very much, and my belly pooched out over the waistband of my shiny, leathery shorts. I opened the door to greet him, and his mouth fell open. He was holding flowers. Bless.
I ushered him into my flat and closed the door behind us, turning the key. He planted his lips on mine and we kissed our way into the living room, me unbuttoning his shirt as we went. I could feel the heat from his belly and I wanted it in my hands. His shirt fell to the floor seconds later and I planted my palms on his doughy middle - it was firmer than I had been expecting, he’d obviously not been starving himself throughout the day. His belt was next. I felt his belly shift lower as the buckle was loosened and his pants unbuttoned, the pair falling down around his ankles. I pushed him back down onto the sofa, where I straddled him, hands massaging his fat gut while my tongue wrestled with his. I broke the kiss at last and looked down at my beautiful piggy. ’I hope you’re hungry, I’ve made quite the feast for you.’
I turned his head to the side, where he could see the dining room table through an archway. The table looked almost fit to collapse with cakes, pastries, homemade sushi and various other delicacies. His eyes went wide. He looked almost scared, but a low rumble from his stomach gave him away. He was excited. I could feel his hardening cock against my own. I gave his belly a loving pat. ’Let’s get you full.’
The next three hours were a blur of munching, gulping and swallowing. A whole roast chicken, at least four whole cakes, numerous pies, biscuits, cookies, almost anything you can imagine. It all made its way inside my James’ belly, which groaned as it accepted more food. James was now leaned back in the chair, far enough away from the table to give room to the enormous globe of
belly he was now sporting. It had almost doubled in size, and the skin was stretched tight as a drum, and it gurgled loudly as it worked to digest its contents. James had closed his eyes and didn’t seem to be able to open them, his senses were overloaded. He could only concentrate on the extreme fullness in his belly. I stood and admired my handiwork, rubbing lazily over the enormous gut in front of me. I could feel it churning beneath my fingers. I gave it another pat. ’Come on, let’s get you to bed.’
I practically dragged James into the bedroom, sitting him down and laying him back on my bed. Then, and only then, did his eyes flutter back open. He looked at me, a huge, lazy grin on his face. ’What have you done to me?’ he said with a smile. I smiled back.

’I’m not quite done yet.’
’But I...’ he began, obviously panicked, worried his stomach might actually explode if he ate anything else. I put on my best puppy dog pout, and pulled a plate of my speciality doughnuts out from the bedside table.

’Just one? They’re your favourite...’ I pleaded. He nodded and opened his mouth. I held the doughnut and held it up to his mouth, where he dutifully munched away until his mouth was covered in sugar and jam. He licked his lips, closing his eyes again. I lay down beside him and rubbed his enormous belly until I heard him begin to snore faintly. Or really... not so faintly. He was out like a light.
That would probably be down to the sleeping pills I’d mixed into the jam for the doughnuts. It’s purely a numbers thing - he’s bigger than me, so I needed to make my own advantage. He wouldn’t wake up for hours, and by then, it would be all over. I made my way down to his feet, slipping off the only item of clothing he had still been wearing, his boxer shorts. I laid my chin on the bed below his feet and looked up. I couldn’t see anything past his belly. I’d really done a number on this one. I grinned wide, moving up the bed as I took his feet into my mouth. I took care to make my body as flat as possible against the bed, guiding his toes straight down my gullet as I worked my way up towards his knees. I crawled, snake-like, until I reached his groin. That ass I’d fucked and dick I’d sucked so many times. I could taste even more of him than I ever had before, and it was intoxicating: I wanted more, and I wanted it fast. But this was the hardest part. My tongue traced up in between his ass cheeks as even they were ingested. I stopped as my top lip hit the bottom of his belly. My favourite part, but also the most challenging. My jaw creaked and groaned as I made my way over the enormous gut, like a mountaineer pushing to reach a summit. His stomach was so packed full of food that it wasn’t even remotely pliable, it was a huge, solid sphere of digesting food and fat. His legs had started to curl up in my own stomach and I had begun lifting off the bed, which made my climb to the top of his gut easier... but only slightly. It took me almost fifteen minutes of stopping and massaging my jaw before I reached the top. That was when I knew for sure he was mine. I swallowed deeply and my powerful throat muscles dragged him into my mouth and up to his beefy pecs. I was now suspended in mid air by my belly, my legs no longer touched the floor and I had to rely on my arms and throat muscles to guide the rest of him into my stomach, where he belongs. I took another look at his sweet, sleeping face - still covered in sugar - as I pushed down on the top of his head, forcing his arms above his head.
I almost wished I’d set up a webcam to watch the feat. I must have looked ridiculous, suspended on a huge dome of flesh with over 275 of student in my gut and throat, with only his arms poking out of my mouth. I could feel the lethargy that comes with extreme fullness and my jaw ached, so I knew I had to get this done. I gulped a few more times and I felt his fingers slip past my lips and down my throat, which returned to normal size as I was pushed even higher off the bed by my enormous, churning gut. The pressure was painful with me laying on top, so I wobbled slightly until I fell to one side, shifting the contents of my stomach (formerly known as James) around as I cradled my enormous belly - my hands not able to reach each other around its huge girth.
Some preds like to go out hunting most nights, find a horny twink with whom to sate their thirst and then their hunger. Not me. I’m all about the long game. I love nothing more than to take a young, slim, athletic boy, and fatten him up... and then fatten myself up. And that was precisely what I did with James. He wasn’t the first, and he certainly won’t be the last. Speaking of which... you look hungry. Would you like a homemade doughnut?