Feeder

I’ve been spending a lot more time with the guy I have been calling my scat friend.  I’m hesitant to call him that anymore since our relationship has gotten more serious and scat play really is just a small part of it. One of the reasons we are hitting it off these days is that I’ve discovered he has a fetish for feederism, which means he enjoys encouraging me to eat and gain weight.

I knew he was attracted to my size, but I didn’t know the full extent of it until recently when we went out to eat together.  After a large meal, we both got dessert.  I ate mine and most of his.  Then he asked me if I wanted another desert.  I was a little surprised by the question, but thought: why not?  So I ate another one.  

When we got back to my place he encouraged me to get on the scale so he could see my weight following a large meal. I never weigh myself after eating, but he was definitely pleased to see it.

As we were getting undressed later he held up his underwear against mine and was excited to note how much bigger mine was than his.  He loved it when i pointed out that those panties were getting small on me and I’d likely be soon buying the next size up.  He liked knowing that I was gaining weight and told me he’d like to contribute by continuing to buy me multiple desserts.  I thought that was cute.  

I was surprised when I told my therapist about this new dynamic in my relationship and she said she thought it was a good thing that I’ve found someone to explore my fetish with.  

Last night we went to one of the local casino buffets for dinner.  I knew going to a buffet would mean he’d want me to eat a lot and I was looking forward to doing it to please him.  When we got there he told me he wanted me to eat at least four plates full before starting on dessert.  He followed me up the buffet and encouraged me to really load the plates.  It was fun knowing that the simple act of putting food on a plate was turning him on.

I ate till I was stuffed and then he told me he would get my dessert for me.  He came back with several slices of cakes and pies and a plate full of cookies.  He watched me eat with a satisfied look on his face.  When I finished everything, he told me I could choose between eating one more plate of food, or three more slices of cake.  I chose the cake.  I was definitely hurting when I was finished.  But because I knew he would appreciate it, I told him I wanted more.  He got me a big dish of ice cream.

The sex was great when we got home.